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mariahcarreyyy · 3 months

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Max would a 100% say that after overstimulating the shit out of u

🙈 anonnnnnnnnnnnnnn i love you for this im in my max era rn nsfw 18+ work under beware ⬇️⬇️

Mmm thinking about Max fucking into you with you on your back to watch you pretty face as he makes you come over and over again. On his mouth, his fingers, his cock. His eyes stubborn on your tear-stained cheeks and biting his bottm lip whe ur pathetic whines fill the room.

"M-Max, I can't, can't, no more, please," you sob when his thick hands trail over your tits and down to your red, puffy clit.

He tuts disapprovingly, slapping ur clit in a way that has your back arching and vision clouded. "There we go-- fuck, shatje, cum all ov'my cock, yeah, 'jst like that, good girl."

The blond above you fucks you frantically through your (third, fourth, fifth?) orgasm and the clenching of your hot, wet pussy around his cock tips him over the edge. Once he's absolutely sure his all of his cum stuffed you full, he pulls out slowly before immediately shoving his thick digits inside your hole. A loud yelp slips past your lips at the pressure, and your thighs clamp around his arm instinctively. No more, no more, no more.

Max's brows furrow, and he inches closer to you, parting your legs with his body. "Why are you closing your legs, baby?"

And like. Max looks so genuinely confused it's almost adorable. Well, as adorable as he can get with his veiny hands between your thighs. You let out an embarrasing mixture of a moan and whine, attempting and failing to close your legs around Max's hips.

"Your legs were made to stay open," Max grumbles, annoyed at your resistance. "so I can enjoy the view and touch, taste what's mine whenever I want."

Max's fingers are still inside you, plugging you up with his thick, warm cum like you were made for it. Made for him, his cock. A determined sigh leaves your lips, and you obey his wordless demand, spreading your shaky legs as much as you could.

"No, shatje, that's not enough, spread 'em a little more," he sighs, lazily thumbing at your clit like it doesn't make it impossibly harder for you to keep your legs open.

It's all toeing the line between pain and pleasure, but you can take it. You know you could. The hot praises Max whispered beside your ear as he pounded into you from the back told you as much. So, you do.

"Just like that," Max groans at the sight of your fluttering pussy around his digits. "Perfect. Always perfect f'me."

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cozage · 8 months

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hi there! if ure comfy, maybe ace and somno of youre comfortable w/ that kink 👉👈 either being the one asleep or the one acting upon it if that make sense!

A/N: Absolute FILTH. I love it. you get both :) because im feral for this man Characters: fem reader x Ace Cw: NSFW- Minors pls leave, consented somnophillia (fucking someone while they’re asleep) from both parties, orgasms, creampie, praising Total word count: 1k

Just Keep Going

“You literally fell asleep on me last night!” you whined. Luckily it was only the two of you at the breakfast table. “I was so close and then suddenly you’re asleep on the bed!”

Ace shrugged. “I can’t help it, sometimes that just happens.”

“In the middle of-!”

“I’ll tell you what,” Ace sighed, leaning in close so only you could hear him. “Next time, just keep going until you finish, okay?” he purred, his voice sweet in your ear. “As long as I can do the same when I wake up.”

Your mind raced, thinking about the possibilities that came with this agreement. The thought made a shiver run down your spine. “Deal.”

“Fuck,” you moaned out, grinding against him to push his cock deeper inside your cunt as you sat atop him. “Ace, right there-”

Soft snores filled your ears, and you peeked down at Ace to find his eyes shut.

“Oh, you bastard,” you whispered harshly. “Wake up!”

You leaned down, kissing his jawline and his neck, trying to stir him back to consciousness. But when Ace was asleep, he was dead to the world.

Still, his thick cock was erect inside you, and as you slowly moved up and down, you couldn’t help but think back to what he had said the other day. He would get his turn. Now you wanted yours.

You picked up the pace, finding just the right angle for his tip to kiss your sensitive spot. You couldn’t help but let out soft moans at the delightful feeling, and your own fingers trailed down to rub circles against your clit, causing you to tighten more around him.

The combined feelings were too intense, and ecstasy washed over you as you spasmed around his cock, still perked inside you. You rocked against him slowly, trying to draw out your orgasm as long as you could.

When you finally pulled yourself off of him, you could see he was coated in your slick, and you ached to go another round. But you didn’t want to be greedy, so you settled against his warm body, skin to skin, and fell asleep.

Ace woke with a start, trying to thrust into a body that was no longer on top of him. He must’ve fallen asleep again, and he cursed himself for being so careless.

But he could feel your body next to him, curled into his side. He could see you illuminated by the moonlight, your body not obstructed by any pesky clothing.

Fuck, he wanted you.

Trying his best not to wake you, he pulled himself away from you, and then positioned himself over top of you.

He bent down, gently sucking on your neck and moving lower to your breasts. His lips covered your nipple and his tongue swiped across it, causing it to perk up.

You let out a soft moan in response, shifting in the bed underneath him so you were now laying on your back.

God, you looked so pretty laid out like that for him, ripe for the taking. He gently guided your legs apart, and was thrilled to find a pool of wetness already forming there.

“Even asleep, you’re so eager,” he whispered, placing little kisses across your breasts.

“Ace?” You mumbled, eyelids fluttering softly.

“Shhhh, go back to sleep,” he cooed, brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s all right.”

You let out a wordless grumble in response, but your body stilled, and he waited a few moments before he continued.

He guided your legs just far enough apart for him to move between them, and then slowly pushed himself inside of you. He watched your face carefully for any signs of motion. Every time your face twitched, he paused and waited for you to adjust. But even asleep, you took him so well.

He tried to go slow, he really did. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you. He moved slowly, resisting the urge to bottom out and fill you to the brim. And he was doing well controlling his urges, for the most part.

And then you let out the cutest little whimper, and he felt your walls contract around him for just an instant. And he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing himself fully into you. He gently bit down against your shoulder, trying to keep himself from moaning any louder.

His hips moved on their own; he was unable to stop them, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

“Ace?” you whined, groggy and confused.

“I’m sorry baby,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I just-fuck-”

Your walls tightened around him again, and he could feel your hips moving under him to try and get him deeper inside you.

Fingernails raked against his back as you attempted to ground yourself. You loved this feeling, being woken up to Ace’s cock pounding into you relentlessly. Your head spun as he fucked you deeper and harder, letting all care go now that he knew you were awake.

You were close, and you knew he was too. His rhythm was starting to get erratic and unsteady. You clenched around him, your fingernails digging deeper into his back, and finally a wave of relief washed over you.

Your own orgasm must’ve sparked his, because a moment later you felt him stutter inside of you, filling you with his seed. He let out a long, shaky breath; the two of you relishing in your high together.

“Shit,” he whispered, covering your face with kissing as you gave him a sleepy giggle. “Sorry to wake you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you murmured. “I think I found my new favorite way to wake up.”

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #portgas d ace #portgas ace smut #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you #portgas ace x you #ace x reader #cozage #✧˚ace✧˚

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tofuxtea · 10 months

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𝟑:𝟓𝟗 𝐚.𝐦. | 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — hobie brown x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — nsfw, smoking (weed ofc), that thing where u blow smoke into someones mouth (RAAAHHH) high sex, bit o’ grinding, hobie lowkey gotta praise kink, lots of making out, unprotected piv sex, reader calls hobie “bee”

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — okay this was meant to be like half of what it is, like this shit wasnt even meant to have dialogue or nothing, but im literally so happy w how this came out. me literally rising from the dead to post a hobie smut and then dying again i am sorry.

i feel like high sex with hobie would be so fucking intimate like… oh my god. listen.

what starts out as a casual smoke sesh in his flat, both of you sprawled out on his bed talking about any and everything, turns into him yanking you into his lap with a smirk on his lips as he blows the bitter smoke into your mouth. he rests his hand on the back of your thigh, the nearly finished joint loosely in between his fingers as his thumb rubs circles into your skin.

he lets you take one more hit, feeling his breathing slow significantly while he watches you, though he’s not sure if it’s because of the weed or because of the way you let your head fall back to blow the smoke past your lips, perfectly exposing the expanse of your neck and jaw.

you offer hobie the joint again and he takes it, but he smashes it right into his ashtray, his hooded eyes stuck on you as he pulls you down to capture you in a slow, sensual kiss. his lips are soft and warm, contrasting his cool lip ring, and you can both taste the pungent, earthy taste of bud on each other’s tongues but neither of you care. “fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your lips before gently tilting your head back, mouth needily latching onto your neck.

your eyes flutter shut, a sigh mingling with a soft moan. his other hand rests protectively on your bare waist, slipped underneath your band tee, traveling up towards your breasts. he sucks deep bruises into the skin of your neck and collarbones, relishing in each drawn out moan you let out whenever he runs his tongue over them when he’s done.

he’s already painfully hard in his pants, and you can feel it through the thin fabric of your tiny shorts. you drop your weight down into his lap, rolling your hips so fucking slowly against him. hobie groans as he squeezes his eyes shut, fingers digging gently into your skin. a wordless plea for more. “just like that, yeah.”

you grasp the sides of his face and press your mouth to his, tongues dancing messily as you comply, grinding against his clothed dick, desperate for friction. hobie grabs your hip and starts guiding you into a rhythm, one that’s steady but quick. he’s muttering curses into your mouth each time you moan and your thighs tense against his.

it’s too much and not enough at the same fucking time. he’s grasping at your shirt, quickly peeling it over your head and tossing it onto his messy floor. his eyes rake down your body, glinting with something dangerous before he’s back on your lips, then your neck, his craving for you insatiable.

“fuck, bee,” you whine as you reach in between your bodies, sloppily circling your clit through your shorts. “need you so fuckin’ bad, please.” mindlessly, you beg him, grasping his shoulders to try to tear him away from your throat. “i need to come, please.”

he hums against your neck, the noise a deep rumble in his throat that buzzes against your skin. his hand goes to your back and swiftly lies you down, his arms caging you against the comforter. “oh, you will, love.” he peppers kisses to your ribs, lowering down to your stomach before his fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and panties. you lift your hips off of the bed to help him peel them off of you, then you watch him discard his pants and boxers, hobie smirking when he notices the subtle quickening of the rise and fall of your chest.

he loops his arms beneath your knees and pulls you to the edge of the bed, pressing his hands into the comforter at your sides. you meet his eyes one final time, the amorous flame dying only for a second in a moment of confirmation. he leans into you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as he pushes into you.

your hand hooks onto the back of his beck as you let out a shuddering cry. “feels good?” he asks, and there’s a taunting bounce to his tone that makes you want to roll your eyes. but all you can do is nod and hook your ankles together behind his back, a meek attempt to pull him closer. he chuckles, shaking his head. “needy little thing, aren’t ya?”

his rhythm starts out painfully slow, making sure you can feel the drag of each thrust against your sensitive walls. he watches intently the way your eyebrows furrow as your head falls back and how your reddened lips part with each moan each time his tip hits that spongy sweet spot inside of you. his lips find your chest, sucking more deep purple marks into your skin.

“faster, please.” you whined, barely coherent from the already overwhelming stimulation. your palm grazed over the side of his face when he pulled back for a second. he hiked your legs over his shoulders and inched your ass off of the bed, just enough to give him a new angle to fuck you in, before answering your pleas.

he picked up the pace only slightly, but the new angle allowed him better access to your sweet spot. he may as well have been fucking you into the bed. you cried out, hand flying up to muffle your mouth. tears pricked at your eyes. your nerves were working on overdrive, body writhing underneath him.

“that’s it, love. you feel so fuckin’ good.” he coaxed into your ear, pressing a gentle kiss right behind your jaw as he slipped his hand between your bodies, lazily circling your clit. you moaned at the praise and stimulation and your cunt reacted, squeezing around his cock. hobie groaned into your neck, pace faltering just a bit. “just like that, sweetheart.”

“bee, ‘m so close,” your arms latched around his neck, his wrapping around your waist as he fucked you slow and deep.

your cunt pulsed around him and your moans became more and more frequent as you came, hobie barely able to hold out for you to ride out your orgasm before releasing inside of you. he came with a soft groan and a whisper of your name on his tongue.

before you could take a moment to fully calm down and regulate your breathing, you pulled him down into another kiss. it was slow and messy, tongues and saliva meddling together, the taste of weed still boldly present in your mouths. hobie smirked against your lips and gently smoothed your hair back.

“whad’ya say we light another one n’ go another round, hm?”

#astv hobie #hobie x you #hobie smut #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #spider punk #spiderpunk #smut #spiderverse smut #hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you

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beescake · 2 months

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PLEASE PLEASE MEGADUMP THE ARASOL!!! PLEAAASEE MR BEESCAKE I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING YOU

HFHGHD GLADLY aaa i’ve been adding notes to it here and there for months but just hesitant to post it bcs im 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂

also this is just my own takeaway of the events, it doesn’t necessarily comply to the Ultimate Truth of Canon-Alignment or represent the actual facts of what hussie intended! v sentimental smh but hopefully its still interesting to read

i love when characters inform each other by proximity, it's one of my fave things to see in media :') it feels even more significant when two characters deliberately choose to stick together, so that when one operates, you can tell the other is similarly aligned in associative solidarity.

sollux is a keystone of this trope — whoever he aligns with is a wordless statement, a nod of approval. this stood out to me bcs the main four humans were alr friends by default, but once you reach hivebent you realize the trolls can actively choose who they want to hang out with.

and as we all know, after assessing every troll's biases/loyalties, sollux is the only one who maintains his selective preference for innately Good 👍 people.

aradia is such a beautiful character honestly, she evokes such incredible feelings in me. she might not have been consistently written with care but the best parts of her character are truly stunning. i think it's easy to remember sollux as the self-sacrificing one bc he's so open about it (and his friends frequently react to his Moments) but when you compare him to aradia, it's always struck me

how much more. raw it is

to be so alone as an agent of time, having to orchestrate immeasurably harrowing events nobody understands or gives a fuck about

with your role painted in the story as one who must tend to the needs of the narrative, responsible to match every next note

because when you're given the capabilities, it becomes your duty to carry it out.

it becomes expected of you to keep experimenting and arranging the machinations to work for everyone, dusting off hundreds of necessary failures to keep going

and having to be so unwavering in your drive knowing miserably that there's no one who can help you but yourself.

or alternatively: to make things fun! so other people won't think twice about letting you go off on your own.

sure she's had some very good buds, notably thanks to Team Charge v Team Scourge antics.

and yet, at the end of the day, the one friend that kept choosing her time and time again was the friend with the highest standards.

i can see why people like to define arasol as moirails/matesprits but surprisingly i find the nondescript, unlabeled aspect of their relationship more straightforward to understand.

there's no shortage of people who would accommodate sollux. most of the surviving trolls are his oldest friends bcs he’d chosen them well. his transparency with his feelings had built him strong friendships that won’t falter or break, regardless of how much of a dick he can be. they’ve already seen and accepted him at his worst, and they still like him for who he is.

contrast that with aradia, who'd been so approachable, friendly and reliable in her exchanges it was super fun to talk to her. but the moment she became depressed, all her connections broke down.

her friends became hesitant to interact with her (until she became god tier, “happy” and amicable again) because her gloom and resignation didn’t serve them. she dealt with it alone.

there’s def something of note here abt the disparity between the way male & female characters are written+perceived in homestuck (esp parallel arasol with davejade) but i won’t go into that lmaoo

with this in mind i like to think of sollux as a gift to her, a loyal companion given to complement and commend her resolve. she's capable of doing so much alone but hussie took the time to build her and sollux's relationship as one of a unit; a set.

the ambiguity of their status does complicate things, but i do believe it makes sense with their characters. aradia's relationship with romance is a rocky one, the dubious stringalong equius had with her is a pointed reminder that her feelings of attraction are ultimately controlled by the author writing her.

unlike the other trolls who can openly address and own up to their crushes, aradia had romantic emotions forced upon her (especially when hussie implies 'she kissed equius back on her own volition'). and it seems like her character is so intrinsically neutral abt attraction that even when forced by the almighty powers above, she's unable to retain it wholly.

however, looking back to pre-game when she could actually "choose" her own feelings, she did have a crush on sollux.

their soft spots for each other were so obvious to the point where other people could see it.

taunting aside, when vriska comments on their unit as bf/gf it actually informs the audience that arasol's relationship is romantic in nature despite not aligning with the quadrant system.

even while dead, aradia could still describe her care for sollux, expressing that she would like to see him happy. if they had more time to explore their relationship on alternia, it's possible they could've settled in a quadrant once they grew older.

but going back to the lack of labels, their dynamic was affected once more when aradia became god tier.

to me, her ascension was both the perfect culmination and possible closure of her character. it's the light at the end of her journey toiling through countless of timelines where she had to actively assess and participate. that's why it's cool to see her being silly and having fun giving guidance, passively exploring and watching other people do their parts.

and yet the joy of her freedom makes it hard to explore further introspection. if we take her by her word, she'd already come to terms with the hurt she's been through and forgiven those involved.

i can't help feeling attuned to how impersonal and detached it can be, to devote and meld your identity so completely with your designated position as Maid of Time until you've become hard for your old friends (and even some readers!) to personally connect to.

idk post-canon but i assume there’s some degree of similarity to be bridged here with aradia's god tier and how the hs2 humans' Ultimate forms was described as a consolidation of all their possibilities. since aradia's classpect is inherently of service to Time, going god-tier may have elevated her beyond personhood with the "game construct" possessing her entirely. sollux doesn't realize the extent of it bcs he's still mortal, but a part of him may have subconsciously understood this.

i think there is a core aspect to aradia that was lost to the dehumanizing glory of god tier — a core aspect that may have contained an element of why sollux enjoyed talking to her in the first place.

to him, aradia hadn't just been a nice girl, she was a cool girl. despite not having much in common, he's still willing to chill next to her so she's not alone while she does what needs to get done.

back on alternia, they held a mutual and equal-level regard for each other that could've definitely settled into something permanent. but now, he's placed himself in a position where he can be kept around or left behind at will. the parameters of the relationship are largely in aradia's court, so any label she suggests to identify their relationship with he's likely to accept.

but that's why it's so difficult to label it. because god tier aradia may not necessarily Want quadrants or relationship labels. rather than the initial romantic attachment, their commitment to each other had evolved into one fundamentally of companionship.

no label? ok fine. no matter what, he still thinks she's a good soul worth latching on to. the best, actually. aradia > everyone else.

even if it gets stilted at times. there's an unexpected struggle to connect when sollux's go-to default for talking points is his feelings about things, and aradia may not want to talk about emotions all the time.

not to mention god tier aradia became an observer, especially of chaos. but sollux's avoidance of involvement comes partially from his innate pressure to get involved if something goes wrong. and he can't always tell when something goes wrong, because aradia doesn't mind if things go wrong anymore.

it's a non-negotiable preference that causes them to take the occasional time apart, a new boundary that wouldn't have existed before the game and aradia's god tier.

but just like how his friends tolerated his moods, sollux accepts aradia as she is. with no quadrants, their connection doesn't break down because there's no implicit romantic expectations to be disappointed by or resentful over.

sometimes when i see hs content that deliberately distances sollux from aradia, i assume this is the dissonance people might have felt. people might find it "easier" to be cynical about them bcs of this strange tension.

but idc lmao. grab that shit by the neck

lack of easy resolutions and cleanly tied ribbons is pretty standard of homestuck and imo it doesn't make arasol's dynamic any less incredible. with the right affection and consideration, there's still so much potential to develop the nuance of their relationship outside of the popular quadrant-based depictions.

hs has a lot of really great character compatibilities but the way aradia and sollux are in their own special orbit is why i can write this much about them in the first place. it's that frail innocence between first loves that makes it so sweet to me, two kids who grew up too fast playing guesswork without being clear where they're going.

ultimately i do think you're meant to feel a little tragedy for just how much they care for each other, even if they can't quite establish it in simple terms.

maybe they keep taking breaks to progress their own paths. maybe they remain as anchor partners while seeing other people. but even if you decide to separate them, they're still (awkwardly) texting each other updates all the while. and when they reunite it feels like coming home.

and well. more than anything, i like to believe that they do want to be exclusive.

they're just afraid. after all, they're still learning how to love, beyond the projections of the foursquare quadrant system they had inadvertently distanced themselves from since young.

they might not have everything figured out, but they'll get there eventually if you just hold them together and write them there.

optional post-canon segment:

one of the limitations of main hs is that (monogamous) relationships are often written as the go-to solution to wrap up character growth; it's an easy "patch" to imagine characters getting their happy ending because they have a partner, and those who don't end up with someone don't get that closure (most notably jade).

hs2 reaffirms this by suggesting that aradia's character cannot progress without letting sollux go, because happily settling in a relationship automatically locks your potential.

that pathetic panel of sollux staring emptily into the sky is still my fave hs2 spoiler ngl i find the impact of their parting so emotionally provoking precisely bcs they were written in original hs to be each other's forever, coming back together again and again

but now, they're subject to the decisions of the post-canon authors who might choose to deviate from that.

it's not new for them to part, but now there's an underlying worry that her dropping him off this time might be the last time. while i think the prospect of shattering their stability to make them grow separately sounds fun on paper, no amount of me desperately hoping for a good execution is gonna guarantee it

idk. i guess prediction-wise im expecting sollux in classic dramatic-hs2 fashion to tell dave to back off aradia LMAO. otherwise it's just gon be sollux and karkat pathetically watching aradia and dave from a distance swimming in their unresolved feelings for narratively-powerful time players smh obvs it sounds corny as hell but who knows its still plausible

srsly tho i hope they take the opportunity to develop arasol's relationship in a fresh direction that doesn't hurt me too badly...... and i hope they force sollux out of his comfort zone. i like watching him struggle :-)

#sorry if this isnt fully accurate heh its just my personal impressions/feelings #despite best efforts to simplify my annotations the wall of text still ended up massive #there's also a comparison i wanted to make abt characters who “broke up” from romantic expectations losing a lot of what they had before #dave(sprite)/jade‚ karkat/terezi‚ dirk/jake etc = which is why i think arasol was rescued by hussie on purpose. arasol endgame truth #ngl there mightve been more moments that shouldve been mentioned but i have no memories of... limited cloud storage #long post #ask #anon #homestuck #arasol #aradia megido #sollux captor #arapostings #2024 #vioart #not disqualifying acespec/qpr reading i think its also possible :]#if anything i dont understand fanon killing off aradia for their sollux ships haiyaaa why is this trope so damn popular #every time i open a slkt fic and aradia is dead i go outside and burn a tree. global warming could not come sooner #slkts who treat aradia like dvkts treat jade…. i punt u football style

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hannieehaee · 5 months

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a svt reaction to their latina girlfriend doing the anitta challenge "envolver" and them getting turned up pleasee 😭🤭

reaction to latina gf doing 'envolver' tiktok challenge

content: smut/suggestive, afab reader, reader suggested to be latina, etc.

wc: 1183

a/n: agsjsks thank u sm for requesting this was so fun to write <3 also fyi im latina just in case anyone comes for me 😭

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seungcheol -

you wouldn't even be able to finish lmao. he would immediately shut it down, wanting to see you dance for him but not being able to hold himself back from literally jumping you. would ask you to move your hips again like that for him as he ground against you right on the floor.

jeonghan -

you know how big his eyes get when he's shocked? they'd be twice as wide upon realizing what you were doing. at first he thought you were kidding, maybe doing a bit. he would've teased you a little bit until realizing what you were actually doing. would be completely wordless at what was playing out in front of him. this would be one of the very few times you could catch yoon jeonghan off guard. the night would end with him dragging you to your room, whispering at you to give him a little show again, this time a little closer so he could pay extra attention.

joshua -

would jokingly gasp when he first realized what you were doing, but would then simply smirk at you as you danced for him. he would feel a sense of pride at seeing his pretty girl dance for him, internally going crazy at the way in which you lowly sang the lyrics at him as you moved your hips in ways that had his eyes glued to your form, afraid of missing even a single movement. by the time you were done, he would guide you over to his lap, smirking as he kissed at your neck and questioned you about your little show, asking if you'd give him a closer demonstration of it.

jun -

would laugh awkwardly the moment he saw your suggestive outfit, feeling way too hot at the mere sight. he'd gulp the moment he caught sight of what you were about to do. he'd seen the challenge at some point or other while browsing tiktok, maybe having had the fleeing thought of his own girlfriend doing something like that. never would've imagined you'd do it without any type of convincing from him. would try and pretend to be unaffected for a total for three seconds before audibly moaning at the sight, completely out of breath by the time you were done.

soonyoung -

would absolutely lose his mind. he'd start off by cheering for you and hyping you up, but the more you went on with it, the quieter he would get. it was almost as if he had a moment of realization. by the end of it he would be completely mute, staring at you as if you'd just ascended from heaven. would not know how to move on from there and would need you to make the first move after that.

wonwoo -

just completely caught off guard. when you told him you had a little something to show him, he assumed you meant a video or something, not you sensually grinding against the floor while you gave him your best 'fuck me' eyes. would have to hold himself back from grabbing you off the floor and throwing you on the couch to fuck you stupid. would let you have your fun for a bit before actually picking you up and making you grind on him instead.

jihoon -

you'd never seen such a shade of red before. the look on his face had been one of the cutest things you'd ever seen. he'd be absolutely shocked by you dancing so provocatively for him. the pretty red dress hugging your curves accompanied by matching red lipstick would not help matters. you wouldve covered all bases and he would not have been prepared for such a targeted attack. would beg you to please do it again and again as he leaned back and took care of himself before ultimately getting you to sit on his dick and show him the choreo all over again.

dokyeom -

very very scandalized. would start yelling, surprised at you so suddenly dragging him to the living room to show him your dance. would only be shocked for a few moments before he started hyping you up, vocalizing how pretty and amazing you looked. would beg you afterwards to please take him to your room and show him again.

mingyu -

would go crazy. literally. would start howling at you, whistling as you ground your hips right in front of him. would probably get so excited that his girl is giving him such a good show he'd even try and sing along to the lyrics in spanish, completely butchering them as he kept his eyes glued to the movement of your hips. would wait until you finished to pick you up and throw you on the bed, whispering in your ear asking if you'd grind your hips against him like that as he fucked you into the mattress.

minghao -

another member who would be left breathless and wordless at your actions. would not know how to react at first, simply staring at you with wide eyes. after a few seconds he'd begin to enjoy the show, sitting back and paying attention to your movements. would even begin hyping you up, proud of his girl for being so skilled at it. would end up interrupting you, though, dragging you over to him and wanting to put you in your place for catching him so off-guard, not letting him enjoy your show to its full extent.

seungkwan -

absolutely scandalized at first. what is his baby doing? why are you looking at him like you wanna eat him? why are you getting on the floor? why are you- oh .. oh! would instantly enter sub mode, watching you with lidded eyes and a heavy breath as you sensually ground your hips against the floor. you wouldn't even be able to finish the dance before he began begging you to please do that on top of him.

vernon -

would be confused as to why you sat him down and cleared the coffee table from the way. would begin to understand the moment you let the music start playing, watching you as you sang along to the words and sensually swayed to it at first before beginning to do the dance to the challenge. eyes would be glued to your ass as you ground against the floor. you singing in spanish would only add an extra layer of attraction for vernon. would need you to come take care of him immediately after or he'd lose his mind.

chan -

no thoughts head empty. would just sit there in absolute awe of you. he knew you knew how to move your hips, but this was something he'd never seen you do before. the eyes you were giving him as you did it also did not help the situation. even if you only did it for a few seconds, he'd be terrified he'd bust a nut at just the sight. as a dancer, he'd seen women dance provocatively before many times, but this was different. this was you!! you'd eventually have to put him out of his misery trance by taking care of him.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #seventeen #svt #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen oneshot #seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #svt reactions #svt scenarios

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xhanelia · 2 months

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Hi, I hope you’ve been having a good day! Can I please request a Sova that goes absolutely feral when you pull on his hair during sex... like he's a whole new man when you do that. The thought has been invading my brain and it won't leave hdjwkkdkd

-Sova lover anon

Ngl at all i be giggling and kicking my feet even thinking about this 👉👈 Thanks so much for waiting for me and i hope i do not dissapoint. Love uuuu <333

<<<Reader is she/her. MDNI.>>>

Im lost with words iykyk with Sova (nsfw)

It always starts slow and affectionate with Sova. We know him. He knows himself too. He knows that he is a little bit of an overgrown man (190ish cm long like holly shit boy what did your babushka feed you?) and he doesnt want to overwhelm you with himself.

But if you press his buttons, yeah, he switches a bit fast.

When he gets the 'fuck me hard' signal from you he doesnt care. You are under him now.

For him, its his hair getting pulled by you. Its like a wordless signal between both of you. Does the job perfectly so why need to ask for it, right?

The second you grab a handfull of his beautiful long blonde hair and pull it, he growls from the very deep of his throat. His body lovering over you for you to feel his weight on you more. Mhm. He got what you want for sure.

"You want to do it my way, darling?" The russian accent with the word 'darling' sounds deep near your ear. You know our giant bear. He gotta make sure even if he is too much over to control himself.

His moves are much over and about controlling you and your body. He is playing with your buttons too but mostly like a 'dim red light sex at midnight' kinda sex iykwim. He is rough but not ROUGH rough. Just the perfect amount to make you squirm under his body.

He can overpower you so easily he cannot lie that this doesnt turn him on. Pulling you in, stretching your legs, lifting you up and everything. And the sounds you make for him while he does these things? He could listen to you all night long. (Thats totaly not the reason he likes long sessions with you.)

This man has the highest stamina in the protocole if it wasnt for kay/o. He climbs up an down on snow for a daily basis. He is not letting you go anywhere if you dont use the safe word and make him stop yourself. If you know how to tire him then its another story.

You swear the first time you two get close like this, you thought that he had no experience whatsoever but now you realize you are so damn wrong. He may not look like he has experience but its all because he wants to make you feel alright and safe in his hands. But if you want to give the control all into his hands, then he will gladly take it from yours.

Kisses, hickeys, bite marks all over your body. Did i mention he has no shame? I guess i did on another one of my posts. I will say it again. He has no shame. He will look proud if anyone notices the hickeys he left over you. They gotta know that he knows how to do his job.

If you were to ask him about how he likes being in charge, he will laugh and just say a simple "yes, i do". Maybe his cheeks will get a little red but not because of embarrassment, its because of he lies how much more he likes it. This man LIVES for these moments.

(I wish i had a Sova for myself 😔)

#valorant #headcanon #sova #sova valorant #valorant sova #valorant x reader #sova headcannons #sova x reader

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cheolhub · 10 months

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IM STUPID i thought you meant we can send in a max of three number and member pairings for you to choose from for ur milestone event 🧍‍♀️pls ignore my first ask (ONLY IF U HAVENT GOTTEN TO IT YET AJDJSK)

can i have “Could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” For gyugyu 🥺 i still haven't recovered from the oneshot you posted yesterday 🧍‍♀️

FWB!MINGYU

prompt. “could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

wc. 915

warnings. fwb!gyu, fem!reader, mirror sex, jealousy, possessiveness, gyu is a bit rough, dirty talk, pet names, cumshot, tears, kinda angsty? — MINORS DNI 18+

note. god u sent this the first week of march for my THREE KAY event… now im at 4k, and i am so sorry 🤣 anyway this wasn’t proofread and it’s literally a mess, but i hope u like it anyway ;-; thank u sm for requesting (even if it did take me 8 years to get to haha)

“would you look at that?” mingyu laughs against your ear. “might wanna redo your makeup once i’m done, baby, you’ve cried it all off.”

he’s not wrong. when you open your eyes and take in the sight in front of you and nearly choke on a sob. you’re a mess– smeared eyeliner, mascara staining your cheeks and lipstick smudged around your mouth– no longer ready for your date. the one that starts 15 minutes from now.

when you’d told mingyu– a friend who you occasionally frequently fuck– you were ready to start dating again, he thought you were bluffing. how could you want to date anyone else when he was right in front of you? you and him are practically dating– you go out and do couple-y things then you go back to one of your places and you fuck– you just lack the label.

and that’s because both of you needed something sexual, but neither of you were ready for a relationship.

now that you are– now that you’re going on a date with some fucker who probably doesn’t even deserve you– he’s upset. beyond upset, actually. he’s livid.

that’s why he bent you over your bathroom’s vanity, pushed your dress up and makeup products to the ground and thought to prove himself to you.

now his hand tugs at your hair, essentially forcing you to stare at yourself while he reduces you to a mess like he does every time his cock is inside of you.

“mmh, could he make you feel as good as i do, huh? you think he knows how to make this pretty pussy feel good?” the question comes through gritted teeth and it finally clicks in your dumb little brain. “i don’t fucking think so.”

“y-you’re jealous?” you’re able to ask, though it’s choked. his reply never comes, but his thrusts get harsher– merciless– and you take it as a wordless admission, crying out your next words, “me ‘n you are jus’ friends, g-gyu!”

he tugs at your hair harder and the other hand that resides on your waist squeezes your skin gratingly. “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” he replies, voice hushed and raw with emotion.

you do. you know it. you and mingyu are glued at the hip both figuratively and literally. there’s no one on the earth that makes you feel a quarter of what you feel for him. and you also know there isn’t a single man who could fuck you as well as mingyu does.

but when you told him you wanted to start dating, he brushed you off with a “yeah, right,” and it made you believe that there wasn’t a chance with him. you figured that the idea of you and mingyu being together was simply a dream that would never happen.

though, you’re not so sure anymore because he’s spewing out possessive words faster than you can comprehend while his cock stirs you up.

what you didn’t know was that you’ve always had mingyu in the palm of your hand. he was whipped. wrapped around your finger. he doesn’t want to share you– he never has.

“he’s never gonna make you feel this good,” he confidently states. “you’re made for me.”

“fuck!” you cry, tightening around his cock at the affirmation. “mingyu, please!”

“that’s it, pretty, say my fuckin’ name.” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you as his mind runs away from him. “look at me and tell me how much you like it.”

your eyes nearly cross as they try to find him in the mirror, but when they land on his, you feel yourself grow even hotter. “love it. i love it, gyu.”

he smiles triumphantly like he’s won the lottery. he’s sure that this is better, though. you? admitting to the fact that you love the way he fucks you? fucking priceless.

“yeah? you love my cock?” he asks, cockily, yet he knows the answer.

you give him a broken nod, “so much!”

“why don’t you cum for me, baby. cum all over this cock ‘n show me how much you love it.” he coaxes breathily, continuing to fuck you into oblivion.

you can’t stop yourself as soon as you hear his request. the tight coil in the pit of your tummy comes undone as you sob out his name. you trap his twitching cock between his spasming cunt all the while he fucks you through your blinding orgasm. every second feels more euphoric than the last, more tears running down your face at the pleasure.

mingyu isn’t far behind you with the way you grip him so heavenly. he’s quickly pulling out, the hand in your hair coming to wrap around his cock. you whine at the loss of his warmth, but you’re pleasantly surprised when you hear the lewd noise of his hand vigorously pumping himself and the sounds of his pretty groans.

he lets out a string of curses, hand moving quicker before his body jerks and his ribbons of his cum spurt out. some of it lands on your bare ass, but the majority ends up on your date outfit. he can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s ruined your pretty outfit. one meant for someone who isn’t him.

“actually, i think you should cancel your date.” he pants. “ be sure to tell him that you’re taken now.”

he watches the way you nod and he can’t help but feel proud of himself. you’re his and he’s yours.

#mingyu smut #svt smut #3k milestone #[💌: cryoculus]#★︎ — kai !

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gh0stsp1d3r · 6 months

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Heyyy i love your Steve Raglan work!

I wanted to ask you if you could do one where reader is an artist and finds himself drawing Steve or maybe Springbonnie and when he sees it himself, reader gets really embarrassed. He apologizes if it's strange or there are grammatical errors, english is not my first language lol. Have a nice dayyy! (feel free to decline ^^

Heyy! im glad!! (::

𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉

Gender neutral reader

You pulled out your sketchbook, as you sat down on the couch. Looking back at Steve who was currently sat down in the kitchen and then back at the sketching pad.

The perspective was good, the drawing was to your liking. You concentrated as you worked on the details, not bothering to look up anymore since you practically remembered his beautiful face.

He stands up, going to make his way onto the couch.

He sat next to you now, you noticed but continued to work on the drawing.

You hoped that he hadn’t noticed you looking, or that he wanted to see what you were sketching.

“What are you working on?” His voice interrupted your thoughts. Your cheeks started to burn as you tried to lie.

“Uh, just some thing.” You waved it off, mentally face palming for the dumb lie.

He raised his eyebrows. “Can I see?” He asked.

“No!” You said quickly. He shrugged it off, and his eyes went to the tv now.

It wasn’t until you were finished that he wanted to see again.

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure it’s great.” He didn’t want to push you if you didn’t want to.

That made you feel slightly bad. You sighed, deciding to give in and handing him it.

He stared at it for a while, wordless. You were scared to know his opinion.

You felt embarrassed now.

“It’s amazing. You made me look a lot better than I do, though.” He laughed, smiling at it as he held it in his hands.

You shrugged. “It’s okay..”

“Way better than okay. It’s beautiful.” He said, handing it back to you.

He appreciated having an artist partner before, but now, he loved it.

#william afton x you #william afton fluff #william afton x reader #william afton #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan #matthew lillard fluff #matthew lillard x reader

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pastanest · 11 months

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Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

A/N: god I love a pining fic and Im not afraid to say it

Story Of My Life

It was a night like so many others, the team having returned from a case and arriving in Quantico at an hour in which they would all prefer to be sleeping. As Spencer would very much love to point out, you had actually been asleep on the jet; your head had been on his shoulder for an hour and he had been carefully regulating his breathing so as to not disturb you. He had never heard his own voice softer than when he gently awoke you from your slumber. His eidetic memory would never let him forget the way that the word “sweetheart” had so easily slipped from his lips, either.

And in your sleepy state, as is tradition, you stay with your arms holding onto one of Spencer’s, head still resting on his shoulder as he walks you both to his car and opens the passenger side door for you, which you slide into with a “thank you” that you never forget to give him for every little thing he does, even when you are struggling to keep your eyes open.

The moment Spencer settles into the driver’s seat, your arms find his again, and he’s gently tugging a blanket he keeps on the backseat just for you, for nights like this, laying it over you and tucking it in around you. He smiles at your closed eyes, the tired smile on your face, your unspoken adoration for his care towards you.

“You sleep, (Y/N), you’ll be home soon.” Spencer very nearly whispers to you, placing the softest kiss on your forehead. When you sigh deeply, pleasantly, his heart sings back to you.

The journey from the office to your apartment takes no more than 20 minutes, your own car disappearing in the rearview mirror as the parking lot fades out of existence. Spencer knows you are far too tired to drive yourself home, it’s a wordless agreement that he will always be the one to take you home on nights like this and that in the morning, he will be on your doorstep ready to pick you up and take you to work with a bright smile and a question of “Sleep well?”, when he will always look more tired out of the two of you.

On the dashboard, Spencer’s car ticks away the minutes as he drives. 15 minutes pass, then 20, 30, then 40. Spencer has driven past your apartment block twice, but it doesn’t matter, it never does, not when you are fast asleep with your head on his shoulder and arms wrapped around one of his; not when he can look to his side and see you, so completely at peace, feeling safe enough with him to sleep like this. You are always too tired to check the time when you get in the car, so not once have you noticed how long it takes Spencer to drive you back to your apartment. To him, time is frozen entirely.

He would drive all night just to keep you warm, to let you sleep without disturbing you.

But after an hour, Spencer’s own tiredness starts to kick in and he’s struggling to fight back a yawn. So, the next time he drives past your apartment block, he stops and parks outside. There’s a smile on his face before he’s even looked down at you, and when he does, his chest aches. You are still smiling, in your sleep, just from being with him.

“Sweetheart?” He coos softly, testing the petname out again after replaying the way you had smiled when you’d woken up to him calling you that on the jet earlier. And history repeats itself in the most beautiful way as he watches your smile widen, humming an indecipherable question up at him, in a sleep-induced daze.

“You’re home, (Y/N).” Spencer tells you, his voice just as gentle, having only ever sounded like this on every night that has played out in the same way this one has.

“Already was home.” You mumble sleepily, snuggling into Spencer’s shoulder and that, combined with your words, makes the butterflies that you single handedly bring to life within him, go wild.

“Well, alright,” Spencer chuckles lightly, face flushed. “-we’ve arrived at your apartment.” He amends

You nod, and Spencer has to use every bit of strength he has to release himself from your soft, warm embrace, to get out of the car and run around to the passenger side to help you out, too. He all but carries you to the door of your apartment block, and by the time you reach it, you have managed to open your eyes, smiling up at him in a way that makes his head spin.

“Thanks for the lift, as always, Spence. You really are the best there is.” You beam up at him, reciting praise that you often give him that never fails to knock the breath from his lungs. And then, you break from tradition, because you lean up to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight, genius.”

Eyes wider than the first time he saw you and forgot how to breathe entirely, Spencer blinks rapidly. “G-Goodnight, (Y/N)!”

And as Spencer drives back to his own apartment with a dazed smile on his face, he knows that when he shows up on your doorstep tomorrow morning, he will look even more tired than he usually does after nights like this, because on top of getting less sleep than you after driving around for an hour, he will be staying up replaying the events of tonight for even longer than he usually does.

In that moment, Spencer decides that in the grand scheme of the universe and its many mysteries, the heroes of the world and their legacies, he does not want to be remembered as Doctor Spencer Reid, a profiler for the Behavioural Analysis Unit. No, he wants to be remembered as Spencer, the man that loves you to the ends of the earth and has driven you around night after night, for hours upon hours, just to keep you warm, with no thoughts except for the smile on your face. If a story were to be written about his life, he would want it to begin with a night like this, and end with you, in whatever way you’ll have him.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #x reader #criminal minds imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #headcannons #imagine #imagines #Spotify

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visceravalentines · 1 year

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desperately asking dumbification w bo … “daddy’s braindead bitch” RAHHH IM MENTALLY ILL!!!

This has been sitting in my inbox forever just waiting for the spark well tadaaaaa

TW: drug use, dubcon??, daddy kink, degradation & dumbification (so many D's wtf)

He's been fucking you for what may as well be hours.

He got you high, so high, before he coaxed your clothes off. High enough that the curdled yellow wallpaper has taken on an ethereal golden hue. High enough your nerves just hum when he reaches around and fumbles at your clit.

"God, baby, you're so fuckin' wet."

You'll take his word for it. If you focus in you can hear the squelch of him pumping in and out of you. If you try a little harder you can feel the ridge around the head of his cock as it rubs back and forth inside you.

You almost cum again, feel the swell and squeeze of it, hear him groan and curse under his breath as he feels it too. But your senses are too dull to see it through and you're left gasping, unsatisfied yet so overwhelmed with bliss, the stretch of him inside you, his chest damp with sweat pressed against your back.

You keep doing that, keep almost cumming, can't quite make it over the finish line. It's reducing you to a tingling glittering nothing, less of a person and more of a sensation.

"This fuckin' pussy...." He laughs, breathless, determined to keep up his rhythm. "I could live in there, girl." He squeezes the meat of your ass. "Fuck you forever."

You wish he would. You remember he is. You're so high. He feels so good.

"Hey, y'alright there?" His thrusts falter as he leans forward to peer at your face. "You forget how to talk or somethin'?"

You respond, or you think you do. He taps your cheek with his fingers and you moan. You're drooling on the comforter, you realize.

"Goddamn," he chuckles. "Daddy's gone and fucked your brains right out, huh?" His fingertip worries at the plump swell of your lips and you open your mouth for him, suck obediently. "That's it," he smiles. "Nothin' but a hole, baby." He takes up thrusting again, the slap of his hips against your ass driving the pulse in your chest.

"Little slut," he groans. "Fuckin' needy. You need this, huh? 'S all you're good for, yeah?"

He's pounding you into the mattress, slowly pushing the bed off its frame inch by inch. Your cheek is wet. You remember you're drooling. He adjusts his angle and hits a new spot inside you and there it is again--the seize, the clutch, the almost-ecstasy that makes you whine with greed and bunch the sheets in your fist.

"Fuck," Bo snarls, his hands like a vice on your hips as you edge him on accident. "Goddamn tease."

It's not my fault, you'd like to say. It's not your fault his cock fits inside you like you were made for him. It's not your fault all your nerves are swimming, swaying, surfacing just long enough to give you a taste over and over again. You whimper.

There's a soft sugary heat creeping up your body from the place he fills inside you, creeping so slow through your blood. All your muscles want to clench at once. You can feel him in the cup of your hips, in your stomach, in your chest, and it's too much to hold in your meager body but it feels too good to let go.

"Wanna feel that pussy grippin' me, baby. Wanna fill you up...."

His fingers catch on your clit and he works them in frenzied circles. "Y'think you can cum for me, baby?" he coos. "Can you do that for Daddy?"

You let out a broken whine because you can feel it rushing up on you like a stormfront. You cling to the sheets, legs shaking, tiny pleas for mercy dropping wordless off your lips.

He fists the hair at the base of your skull and pulls hard. "Do as I say, girl, cum on this fuckin' cock."

A wavering cry bubbles from your throat. You buck against him as it starts to hit, as it washes over you and sucks you under and fills your lungs, fills your guts, fills that gaping, gasping mouth.

You come utterly undone. You are incapacitated, what little brain you had left cupped carefully in your skull now buzzing into vapor. Your body is throbbing, wracked with bliss, pleasure escaping its confines in strangled little moans against the mattress.

Bo yelps his release through gritted teeth as you milk his cock with incidental fervor. His nails rake across the soft flesh of your sides, marking you his. His head falls back and he chuckles, running his hand down your spine as you twitch below him.

"Yeah," he groans. "Yeah, that's my girl. That's my dumb fuckin' girl."

#asks #bosinclairz #bo sinclair

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