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teddy-the-teddybear · 2 years

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maybe some fluffy stuff with spencer? like him reading to u or whatever u want!! - bug 💕

Late Night Reads with the Reid

a/n: this was so fun to right, I hope you enjoy reading it.

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It was a long day for both you and Spencer. Spencer had just come back from a week long case, across the country. So when he sent you the message that he was on his way home, and was going to be back later that night, you couldn't wait for him to be in the same bed. Sure you guys called every night and made sure at least one of you guys went to bed. It would never be the same of him sleeping next to you.

When you finally got home that night. After working a double shift and closing, you weren't surprised to hear the water running upstairs. You made your way up to the bedroom, after locking the door. You changed into one of Spencer's old college shirts and a pair of shorts. Then you finally got to climb into your cozy bed after a super long and stressful day. You were dozing off when you heard the water turn off.

You sat up and waited for him to come into the room. You saw him finally walked in with a towel wrapped around his neck.

"It's nice to finally be able to take a shower with actually good water pressure", he stated as he walked to the laundry hamper. (is that the right word?)

"I bet, but how was the case?", you asked laying down, as he laid down.

"It was okay, wish it wasn't as long as it was. Wanted to be in bed with you, not alone for a week."

You cuddled up close to him, "I know, but hey you helped the families of the victims put their minds to ease when they saw you guys caught the unsub"

He just hummed, "I just missed our late night reads. You know what we call Reads with the Reids."

You laughed, "You mean what you call it, I'm not calling that till you put a ring on this finger.", you waved your ring finger in his face.

You watched as he sat up and started to look for his book, "here it is haven't read this in a while."

He started to read but you couldn't stay a wake for long. You looked up at Spencer, not really paying attention. The last thing you remember, was feeling Spencer pull you close and kiss your head.

#bubbles writes #bug<3 #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader

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crimsonbubble · 8 months

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no bc just imagine how sexually frustrated miguel would be after chasing you around like cat and mouse… the breeding has entered the chat

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, breeding kink, creampies, hair pulling, degradation, overstimulation, a bit of manhandling, improper use of webs *not proofread, just pure horny

[I want him so bad why can't he be real 😔😔😔]

MINORS DNI!!

he's getting tired of this, but your pretty eyes and soft lips draw in him each time he swore that he wouldn't fall for your games. as tired as he is, he always lets you get away with it.

letting you get away with it a little too easily. though now he's stopped his chasing, trying to keep himself occupied to stop himself from playing into your games. he can feel your eyes on him, burning into his back as he continues working through anomaly reports.

as you tried to sneak up on him, you felt something spread across your chest, wrapping around your arms. with a sharp tug, miguel pulled you into him. you collided with his chest, a hand holding his webs and a hand on your lower back. you struggled against the webs, only making him spread more around you.

miguel quickly tugged your mask off, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the shock written on your face. "not so tough now, huh?" you struggled against the webs again, trying to pull yourself away from him. "don't try and run from me now, you earned this."

miguel let out a grunt, pushing you up against his desk. he pressed a heavy hand to your back, webbing your wrists together. with little to no care, his talons rip through the crotch of your spider suit. the cloth is torn to shreds on the platform. "you've been nothing but a pain in the ass,"

miguel takes in the sight of you bound in crimson webs and bent over his desk. "a real thorn in my side." you try to peer over your shoulder only for miguel to press your head down to his desk. "we're not done til I say we're done." he disengages his suit with a flash, grinding his throbbing cock through your folds.

"you're lucky I'm even letting you have my cock." he says this yet he's just as needy for you as you are for him. the back and forth, the pushing and pulling, the cat and mouse games; he loves them but sometimes all he really wants is to web you up and fuck you til your legs give out.

and that is exactly what he's going to do. miguel lets his own fantasies and desires lead him, letting himself act on his impulses. miguel bottomed out in one sharp thrust, your walls convulsing and tightening around him as he fucked you. each thrust was heavier than the last, hips hips knocking you up further onto his desk.

with the hand pushing your face into his desk, he's tangling his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back as he rocked his hips into yours. you can't get words out because of how rough his pace is. miguel set a hand on your hip, using it to pull your ass back on his dick.

every thrust in and pull back forced his cock deeper, stretching your walls to accommodate his size. you're practically seeing stars shoot across your vision, mouth hanging open with each moan and cry that leaves you breathier than the last. with how easily miguel is leading you to orgasm, you know that you're not getting out of this for a while.

"only the first and you're already this fuckin' messy, huh?" the condescending tone makes your pussy flutter, as miguel tracks a finger over your pulsing clit. he rubs circles against the throbbing bud as you tumble head first into another orgasm. "m-miggy-" the words are caught in your throat, being passed by lewd cries and heavy moans.

your slick is gushing around his cock, and the wet noises of skin on skin finally make it to your ringing ears. miguel pushes your head against his desk again, grunting as he speeds through his release. it's a flood of warmth as miguel keeps his pace, groaning as much cum spills out of you. "fuck, look at you. such a messy little thing."

you can't tell up from down as miguel guides you to another orgasm. you're trying to alleviate the heavy plows of his hips by raising to your toes, but it only motivates miguel to go even harder, as if he's trying to knock the sense out of you. your eyes are blurring with tears, the stinging of the overstimulation starting to bite.

in a feeble attempt at pushing miguel away, he pins your wrists against your back. he uses it as more leverage to pull you back on his cock, letting another heavy load paint your walls white. "it's okay, take it just like that." the moans he's letting out are deep and guttural, a noise you would've missed if you weren't being drowned in his mere presence.

you're struggling against the webs again, the tingle of the overstimulation reaching new heights. miguels superhuman nature granted him increased stamina and endurance, making it easy for him to ride out his second high while you're crashing through your third. "c'mon now, is that all you got?"

you outwardly whine at his words, pushing your hips back to meet him halfway. miguel leans down, his chest to your back as he kisses up your neck. his fangs pushed against your skin, lightly grazing it with a featherlike pressure. it's as if he's teasing the idea that he could sink his teeth in. he very much could but he wants you to feel everything that he's doing to you.

he's got you trapped, and he doesn't intend on letting you go any time soon.

#bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara imagine #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x y/n #spiderverse smut

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luxbub · 4 months

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pussy drunk nerd!miguel

+18 minors DNI

a/n this is kinda rushed cause i wrote it in like five minutes and im too lazy to edit it, also not proofread!

nerd!miguel who couldn’t get enough of your taste once he ate out your pussy

nerd!miguel with who things started when you manipulated him into agreeing to do your homework in exchange for a blowjob

nerd!miguel who’s dick turned out bigger than you thought possible, he could barely fit into your mouth

nerd!miguel who begged you to let him do more of your homework and continue on with your deal

nerd!miguel who broke the scale for coming the most times in one night once you allowed him to fuck your ‘tight’ pussy

nerd!miguel who’s next goal was eating you out, and once he achieved that goal everything became on background for him

nerd!miguel who could only think about you and your cunt. He was in class trying to listen to the professor, but instead thinking about how good your pussy tastes. He was showering, thinking about your pussy. Suddenly once he got a taste that was all he could think about, every hour, every minute, every second.

nerd!miguel who was obsessed with your cunt

nerd!miguel who’s head you had to pry out of between your thighs from the overstimulating pain his magical tongue was causing you

#nerd miguel #miguel o’hara smut #miguel x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara blurb #miguel o’hara imagines #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara fanfiction #🫧bubbles writes

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ghostbsuter · 7 months

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Danny loved this dimension!

First, the yellow ring powered attacks, and now the fear gas! Jazz would have an aneurysm if she ever found out how high he's gotten in the past week alone.

Now, if only he could shake off these pesky green lanterns and the giant bat guy.

Haunting this dimension seems like promising bonding activity between him, Ember, Kitty, and Johnny!

He really should hunt down that yellow lantern guy, tho, that stuff was great quality.

#fera being drugs #fear = Marijuana #dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #danny johnny kitty ember quartet #my beloved #the green lanterns are only 50 percent sure that was a new lantern #a baby lantern egtting high #ancients help them #theyre gonna need ut #how would u feel if u saw a child breathing in fear gas with dilated pupils and bubbly #bruce is concerned tm #hes hiding the joker gas with his life

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canonn-fodder · 2 months

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i like to imagine after mag200 jon just gets a phd and becomes a cryptid professor

#my art #the magnus archives #tma fanart #jonathan sims #if anyone has ideas for speech bubbles lmk #i WILL write it in there

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nonranghaes · 1 year

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“well? do you like it...?”

felix sits next to you, wired earbuds shared between the two of you (sometimes you think he only brings them out when you’re around--just for the proximity) as he smiles. his fingers entangle with your own easily, slotting into place like he’s the matching piece of your puzzle. he acts as if he hadn’t been mouthing along to the chorus (i need somebody who can love me at my worst/no, i’m not perfect, but i hope you see my worth...), voice barely above a whisper at other parts, but his enthusiasm is cuter than that fact.

“you know i always like your song suggestions,” you turn your face away from him, heat rushing to your cheeks. “i liked this one, too.”

“is that all?” his other hand grazes his neck for a moment. he’s checking his pulse. you know what he wants to say, those three little words unspoken but known between the two of you this early into your relationship.

and if you have to be the one to say them out loud, then you will. you squeeze his hand a little tighter. face still warm. “... i love you, too.”

his thumb traces along the back of your hand, and he slides a little closer. he says nothing, but the kiss he plants on your cheek says all he needs to say: thank you for loving me. i’ll say it soon.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #nonranghaes.skz #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #felix fluff #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #felix x you #lee felix x you #he shared a song on bubble and it cheered me up so i wrote a lil. something.#just to remind myself that i can still write something #all my other attempts to write over the past few days have... failed tbh

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tadc-ragatha · 6 months

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You Abstracting in Front of Them

TW: Abstraction/death (basically)/going insane, self-blame, bullying, mental health, angst no comfort, pleading/screaming, abstraction body mutation stuff

Type: Headcanons; ambiguous.

A/N: "Circus crew react to finding the reader in the process of abstracting." Spoilers. Use of Y/N. As of posting, only the pilot episode has come out.

Caine

If you're just a human he's not close with, he just chucks you in the cellar. Never before has someone come back from abstraction, so he's just putting you down there before things get any worse and you start attacking people. This means you're still semi-aware of what's going on, which makes it so much worse and makes the abstraction quicker. He'll send you down there with you kicking and screaming and pleading if he has to.

If he is close with you, he is pretty upset. He considered the two of you friends (or more, up to you), and seeing you half-abstracted is pretty bad. You probably hid your abstracted parts of your body as best you could, but it was no use. He had almost complete control over the world and wasn't about to let a risk get loose in the digital circus. So, off to the cellar you go.

"[Y/N]'s abstracting?! Where?!"

"Well, off to the cellar you go!"

Bubble

Bubble usually hangs out with Caine when it's not being popped and sent to wherever it goes then. So, either it'd alert Caine to the situation by being there close to him or it'd just go to find him. Bubble's an AI programmed to be able to deal with abstracted people. So, no matter how much you try and plead with it to not tell him and to get someone like Ragatha to help you calm down, it'll just go an get Caine anyway.

"Uh-oh!"

"Boss, [Y/N] abstracted!"

Pomni

Pomni freaking loses it. She had just sort of adjusted to living in the digital world being the newest member, and you were her rock. You kept her sane while also sharing her need to find the exit and searching for it with her. So, when you disappeared to search around for the exit somewhere else, she didn't think much of it. She assumed that since you never showed signs of slipping like Ragatha or Kinger, you certainly wouldn't be having trouble now, right?

Little did she know--and soon was she to find out--you had left to try and calm down somewhere. Your thoughts were getting to you due to all this exit-searching, and by the time you had found somewhere private to try and cool it, it was too late. Pomni found you almost completely abstracted hiding behind a curtain.

She immediately freaked out, and while she wanted to stay with you and help you, she was also scared of ending up like Ragatha did after Kaufmo abstracted. So, she decided to go off an search for help instead. Only, when she finally found someone, she found Caine dropping you into the cellar anyway.

Pomni instantly blames herself the moment she sees you. She knows it was the exit talk that was sending you over the edge. She starts scream-crying and pleads with Caine to try and fix you. Caine, of course, knows this is out of his control--as does everyone else--and has to explain to her that you're not coming back. This only makes her worse.

"Ragatha! [Y/N]'s abstracting!"

"Oh my God, this is all my fault. Oh my f-%$@!#-ing God, this is all my fault!"

Ragatha

You had been there about as long as Ragatha had. Your arrivals were only weeks apart, and through that time you kept each other sane. Growing used to the new world beside each other, you got to share the same experiences together. But you also had to watch the other members abstract and how that affected everyone else. So, it was no surprise it took a toll on you.

Ragatha knew her own mind was slipping, but she had faith in you. You never seemed too bothered with it all. Not to say you weren't having crises either, but you made do. You even managed to stick through Kaufmo's abstraction--though it was only for a short while.

Ragatha had noticed the signs of you going downhill and had tried to talk to you about it. But you always pushed her away, insisting you were fine. But deep down, she knew what was coming, even if she tried to ignore it. So, when you did what all the others had done and didn't show up for the morning performance, her heart dropped.

She booked it to your room as fast as she could. Ringing your doorbell nearly a thousand times, she could feel herself getting more and more anxious. So focused was she on you that she didn't notice Jax walk up behind her and shove your bedroom key into the lock. Opening the door, you were found lying in your bed facing away from everyone. Ragatha walked towards you hesitantly and slowly she turned you over to find the front of your body covered in darkness and eyes.

Ragatha blames herself heavily for your abstraction. She saw the signs, and although she did what she could, she still blames herself. Maybe if she just checked up on your more--or maybe if she was just a better listener--you'd still be here. No matter what, she'll always find a way to blame herself.

"[Y/N]! [Y/N], listen to me! Please, listen to me!"

"Is everything alright? You seem really different lately."

Jax

Jax is smart. How do you think he pulls off all those complicated pranks? But he's also bad with emotions, and has trouble recognising them properly sometimes. He knew something was wrong, but he also didn't know how to talk to you about it. So, he just put it off. Never did he think it'd get this bad.

He sauntered over to your room one day when you hadn't shown up for a while. Having stolen your key long ago, he shoved it into the lock and opened the door. Only, while he expected to find you moping in your bed or at your desk, he instead found you sitting in the middle of the room drawing scribbles on paper, nearly a hundred already stacked up on the side.

Jax was properly freaked out, to say the least. He knew you were reaching some point in your downfall that was critical, but he didn't want to consider what he was seeing what that. Yet, when he called out to you, you didn't answer. So, mustering up all his courage, he walked over to look you in the eye--only to find your face gone.

He freaked the hell out. Nobody was around for him to put up a front for, so he just panicked. He doesn't know what to do. He tried to slap you out of it, but when he does his hand gets glitched. Unlucky for him, though, Caine appears to check up on you, only to find you in your current state. He immediately sends you off to the cellar while Jax can only watch.

After you're gone, he's a lot more of a jerk. Poor Gangle gets it the worst, being the easiest target. She might just abstract herself. He's also just a lot quieter, not making the usual snappy comebacks, instead choosing to just give an "mhm" and roll his eyes. He doesn't blame himself per se (because I bet he struggles with accepting the blame for anything), but he's still depressed you're gone. No more making jokes with or teasing you, or having somebody to confide in. No more of anything.

"[Y/N]! Hey! Snap out of it! HEY!"

"Yeah, whatever you say."

Kinger

Hoo boy. How do I start.

Well, Kinger knows all too well what abstraction looks like. Hell, his closest person (and possible lover) abstracted. He knows the signs better than anyone else. If anyone should be able to stop someone from abstracting, it would be him.

But you were just too good, weren't you? You were too good at hiding it. You knew what was going on, but you were better than everyone at keeping your cool on the outside. Even better than Zooble, and you had been there way longer than them! He honestly thought you were doing alright. Better than him, at least.

But he was wrong. After the morning's intro performance, you walked off without talking to anybody. You were clutching your wrist with your hand. Following you, Kinger found you curled up backstage looking down at the wrist you had covered with your hand. Where your usual skin colour was was instead an ink-black splotch. And it was quickly spreading.

Kinger freaked out, but tried to keep his cool. The last thing he wanted to do was alert Caine to the situation. He'd always been too late before, but maybe if he just tried this time he'd be able to help you. He tried talking you through your emotions, letting you vent, and distracting you with silly nonsense, but nothing worked. The abstraction was showing up on more parts of your body and spreading.

Kinger does not bother running away once you're fully abstracted. He just stands there and tries to plead with you. He's having flashbacks to his experience with Queener and all the other abstracted people he knew, and it's horrible. Once you're caught by Caine, he pleads and pleads for you to not be kept in the cellar. Even if you're kept in an impenetrable fortress made of glass above ground just so he could see and talk to you, that would be enough. But he never got it.

Once you're gone, Kinger blames himself for your "death" of sorts. He becomes genuinely extremely paranoid (because I know there are theories where he's faking it), and also very depressed. He spends most of his time in his pillow fort moping. If anything was going to drive him over the edge himself, it'd be that.

"AH!"

"Caine, please, you need to listen to me, please!"

Gangle

Gangle's a very lonely person. All throughout her time in the real world, she assumed people didn't like her and pushed them away. She was never really popular in general, either, being into "cringe" interests like anime. So, having you as a friend meant a lot to her. Never did she expect to see you abstracted.

Gangle didn't know what an abstracted person looked like before Kaufmo, so it's still pretty new to her. When she sees you take your food away from the dining table after the day's activity, she's scared to follow you. She doesn't want to intrude on your privacy after all. But after some worried words from Ragatha and Pomni, she decides to investigate.

Turning the corner to the bedroom hallway, she expects to see it empty. However, instead she sees you crouched over yourself on the ground outside your door. The food has been dropped, and your holding your head in your hands and scream-crying. Gangle sees almost all of your body is abstract black lumps covered in eyes. She runs over to try and help you, but is barely holding it together herself--or not at all. You're her best friend is this digital hellhole, and she doesn't know what to do without you.

Gangle tries to calm you down herself, but it's no use. You just keep abstracting, which sends her into a panic attack. It's likely she doesn't run when you're fully abstracted, instead too deep in her anxiety to move. So, she gets bashed about the hallway and thrown aside in favour of finding over people or things to attack. Gangle wants to run after you and stop you, but she can't get herself to move.

Gangle's very quiet about the whole situation after. She's in a state of shock. Watching you disappear into the cellar is traumatising on its own. It's like watching you get an unceremonious burial. She, of course, blames herself for it. She thinks it's her fault for not "trusting her gut" and going to look for you. There's a chance she'll abandon fixing her comedy mask once Jax breaks it next. She's just given up.

"[Y/N]! No!"

"Why did they have to go?"

Zooble

Zooble's shocked, that's for sure. They expected you out of all people to have a grip on reality. You always seemed so hopeful; no matter how many times you were tortured with trauma or bullied, you always got back up on your feet. It was exhausting work, of course, and no dainty task, so it was bound to drag you down. He just didn't expect it to be so soon.

You and Zooble had been hanging out in her room. You'd been talking about random things when the topic turned to Pomni and the exit. Zooble said they thought she should just give up, but you suddenly startled rambling about what if there was an exit and how to get out. Quickly, it turned to you having shortened, quicker breaths and rambling fast and faster. Zooble tried to calm you down with reason and logic, but it was no use. You were just snowballing downhill.

If he wasn't already freaked out and worried by this, he was when you started mutating. Your body shifted to be larger and lumpier with sharp corners. Everything was turning pitch black, and eyes were opening all over your new skin. She kept trying to calm you down, but by the time you were almost fully abstracted they knew they had to run.

Watching you get put in the cellar was hard. You were Zooble's closest friend and confidant (possibly more). It was weird without you there anymore. Zooble knows they did everything she could, but it's still difficult not to blame himself. If only you were still here; you'd know what to say.

"[Y/N]! Hey! Look at me, alright? Look at me! I need you to focus!"

"This feels...Weird."

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crimsonbubble · 7 months

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ghost with rookie!reader who has a voice kink :(( [renders from @ave661]

like he doesn't realize it right away bc he's always talking and giving orders to others but this sweet little rookie is almost melting anytime that he tells them to do smth. he'll figure it out so quickly too, it's embarrassing. he'll purposely toy around with his voice and make it deeper with a slightly harsher rasp and just watch the rookie struggle to focus.

the sweet rookie just cant help how their superior's voice makes them feel :(( it's wrong but he's got such a nice voice it makes your insides mushy :(( as long as you don't think about how good it would sound for him to praise you while you suck him off or when he's burying his thick cock into you :((

he'd talk your ear off with all that praise. constant coos of "just like that, lovie." "fuckin' use my cock, there we go."

#bubbly speaks <3 #bubbly writes <3 #cod x reader #cod mw22 #cod mwii #cod smut #cod x reader smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley x y/n #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost smut #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #ghost cod

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luxbub · 3 months

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rafe cameron x pouge!reader

cw: daddy kink, p in v, swearing, slight breeding kink, a tiny bit of overstimulation

Raised in poverty, you had quite the idea of what the life of a figure eight resident was.

Silk sheets, walk-in closets, at least five bedrooms, personal bathroom, maid, personal chef, clothes for every day of the week and what not. The thing you loved most though; the possession you heart yearned most for—a yatch.

A yatch where your husband could bend you over and fuck you straight down into the water underneath, until you passed out from lack of oxygen.

But those were just dreams, until they weren’t.

“Yeah—you like that, princess? You like my dick fucking babies into you?” Your pussy involuntary clenches at his words, as rafe doesn’t falter the relentless pace of his hips.

“M—more.” You barely manage to say with the constant bobbing of your head, from rafe’s rough thrusts.

“Huh? W-what was that, princess? You want more of daddy’s cock?” Your tits keep on bouncing as rafe’s rough thrust quite literally are almost breaking the bed from how hard he is fucking you.

"Y-Yes, I- hmh", you sputter, and your wish is his command as he immediately hauls your leg up on his shlouder, nearly folding you in half.

The new change of angle is almost enough to drive you to your hundredth orgasm for the day, but when rafe drags his thumb over your clit—only two times needed, for your legs to start spasming again and for your head to roll back, gasping as another wave of pleasure hits you.

“S-shit, princess, i’m gonna cum.” You can only gape in response, as rafe’s continuous drilling into your hole drives you on the verge of overstimulation.

The involuntary clench of your pussy, makes enough for rafe to paint your walls white with his release, giving only a few more lazy thrusts until his stills inside of you.

#first writing smth with dk so if you have any notes pls do share #i would be so very gratefull #pls #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron x pouge!reader #🫧bubbles writes

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renaultmograine · 15 days

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"movies don't have a specific queer subculture like smut does" is the most zoomer ass take i've ever seen. please stop talking about fanfiction as if it invented gay rights and watch something older than captain america civil war

#also HATE TO BURST YOUR BUBBLE but a majority of the people writing the fanfics you read are in fact straight women #this isn't a dig or anything this is just a statement of fact.#if it wasn't mostly straight women writing it there would be more f/f fics than m/m fics #paska

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