𓏲 ʚ +18 pick a pile: your s/o's late night fantasies about you ɞ
disclaimer: this reading is for entertainment purposes ONLY so take it all with a grain of salt.
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˙ ᩠୨ ⌢ ⁺ pile one ੭୧ ₊ ⌢ ୧ ᩠ ˙
you have your s/o utterly obsessed. not just attracted, enchanted. to them, you're a walking fantasy. the hottest, most magnetic being to ever walk this earth. they dream about you every night, and when their thoughts turn spicy? oh, it gets dark.
they imagine themselves loving you like no one else ever could. not just good sex, they want to fuck you so hard, so right, so completely, that you never forget their name. they want to leave fingerprints on your skin, bruises on your thighs, scratches on their back. they want to make you cry from pleasure. they picture you breathless, fucked out, and all because of them.
in their fantasies, they’re the one in charge. dominant, in control. they want to hear you beg, not because you have to, but because you need them. you’re on your knees, moaning their name like it’s a prayer, and every movement they make turns you into a mess. they adore that power, how easily they can ruin you with just a whisper, a glance, a single touch.
a lot of them fantasize about being called “mommy” or “daddy,” not just for the kink, but because it makes them feel needed. craved. worshipped. and in return, they worship you. they want to kiss every inch of your skin, praise your moans, look into your eyes while you cum and tell you how good you are for them. how perfect, how you make them lose their mind.
but they’re not just about roughness. no. they also imagine taking their time, savoring you, fucking you slowly and deeply until your legs shake. they want to know every part of you. where you’re most sensitive. what makes you gasp. what makes you scream. they want to learn your body like it’s holy scripture and memorize every detail.
some of them dream about tying you up. silk ropes, handcuffs, blindfolds. others imagine roleplay: being your doctor, your teacher, your vampire lover who’s waited centuries just to taste you. their creativity in bed? limitless. they fantasize about fucking you against a wall, on the kitchen table, in the shower, in a car... anywhere, as long as it’s you.
and the oral? god. they imagine licking you until you lose your voice. until you're trembling and gasping and clawing at the sheets. they want to hear you sing with pleasure. and if you haven’t had sex yet or have fears about intimacy? they honor that. they want to protect you, guide you, prove that with them, you are safe. and wanted. and free to be everything you are: soft, wild, vulnerable, dirty.
they don’t just want your body, they want your soul too. they want to see the face you make when you fall apart. they want to hold you afterwards, kiss your sweaty skin, brush your hair back and whisper, "you’re mine." they fantasize about worshipping your insecurities, touching the parts you hide, making you love yourself through their eyes.
they want to fuck you senseless and then feed you strawberries. run you a bath, hold you. because to them, you’re not just someone they want to ruin, you’re someone they want to keep forever.
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˙ ᩠୨ ⌢ ⁺ pile two ੭୧ ₊ ⌢ ୧ ᩠ ˙
the s/os from this pile? oh, they’re nasty. their late night thoughts are red hot, filthy, and dangerously obsessive. in their eyes, you’re not just sexy. your body, your energy, the way you move, the way you sound. everything about you drives them wild, and when they fantasize, it always starts the same: with you beneath them, moaning, begging, breaking.
they fantasize about hurting you. not to harm, but to worship you in the filthiest ways. spanking your ass until it stings, pulling your hair to hear you gasp, using a whip just enough to make you tremble. they want to turn pain into pleasure so deeply that you crave it. they want to take you right to the edge, over and over, until you’re shaking and dripping and unable to think straight. and they’ll be the one in control the entire time.
just like pile one, domination is at the core of their fantasies, but there’s a twist. they don’t just want you to obey… they want to train you. make you hold back your orgasm until you're sobbing, tease you until you're begging, edge you with just their words. “can you handle what I’m about to do to you?” they love saying shit like that, watching you squirm under their gaze while they smirk, untouched and in control.
but don’t be fooled, even the filthiest doms here have a secret: they fantasize about you taking control too. not just a little. they want you to flip the script and ruin them. ride them, use them, make them whimper and beg. make them your toy. and that’s the thing. they wouldn’t do this for just anyone. it’s only you. you’re the exception. you’re the one that gets to see them on their knees, desperate, aching for your touch.
they’re obsessed with your body. that ass? perfect. they want to spank it, fuck it, watch it bounce. your chest (whether it’s breasts or pecs) makes their mouth water. and the idea of you riding them? oh god, they’ve thought about it way too many times. even if you haven’t touched each other yet, they’ve imagined what it would feel like. and it’s always you in control, taking what you want, making them lose their mind.
they want to please you. they want to devour you. breakfast, lunch, dinner. you are the meal lol. one of their favorite fantasies is you sitting on their face, moaning above them, while they lose themselves in your taste. they want you to cum in their mouth and praise them for it. and if you’re the shy type? oh, they live for that. they want to bring out your inner beast.
some of them even fantasize about licking cream off your body because your skin, your taste, your scent… it’s all addicting. they want to ruin you and be ruined by you. they want to be the best you’ve ever had. better than anyone before, better than anyone after. they want their touch to haunt your body, their moans to echo in your memory, their name to be the one you whisper when you’re alone.
they want to fuck you until your body gives out, until you’re shaking, sweating, unable to move. they want you breathless in their arms. and then, they want to pull you close and kiss you like you’re the only thing in the universe – because you are.
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˙ ᩠୨ ⌢ ⁺ pile three ੭୧ ₊ ⌢ ୧ ᩠ ˙
at night, when everything is quiet and the world slows down, your s/o’s mind? it’s loud. loud with desire. loud with the need to have you. loud with the image of your body trembling beneath theirs. in their fantasies, you're not just a lover. you're their addiction, their muse, their sweetest sin.
they can’t stop thinking about the way you move. the way your body bends, the way you look when you stretch, how your lips part when you're focused, it drives them insane. they imagine you walking across the room and suddenly needing to be inside you. right there. no patience. no mercy. they imagine ripping your clothes off just to taste every inch of you, to see you blush and beg and fall apart.
they think about your mouth a lot. what it would feel like to have you go down on them, slowly, like you’re savoring it. they think your mouth was made to ruin them. and if they have a dick? they’re absolutely obsessed with the idea of you choking on it, your eyes watery and shining, hands gripping their thighs, and they’d moan your name like a prayer.
they imagine fucking you in positions that let them see everything, especially 69, where they can watch you fall apart while they devour you. if your dr involves being apart, they’ve thought about video calls where you both get off together, or even making a sex tape just for your eyes only. they want to be remembered. they want your body to crave them even when they’re not there.
if you wear heels (especially red ones) they’re done for. they want to fuck you while you still have them on. they fantasize about grabbing your waist, pulling you back onto them, heels scraping the floor as you moan like you're losing your mind. they want to mark you. claim you. make you theirs.
but don’t get it twisted, some of these s/os secretly want to be owned by you too. they want to be on their knees, obeying your every word, moaning as you degrade them. they imagine you in leather, stepping on their pride, reminding them who they belong to. they won’t say it out loud, not at first. but they want it. badly.
some of them want to watch you. touch yourself. beg. others want to see you get fucked by someone else (just once) to see how good you look when you’re lost in pleasure, so they can take you right after and remind you that no one else compares.
if you're still a virgin, they want to be your first. slowly. lovingly. but also thoroughly. they want to teach you, guide you, show you how good it can be. and if you’ve done it before? they still want to be the best. they want to make you ride them, over and over, until you can’t take it anymore. they love the way you move, and when you ride them? they're speechless, moaning.
they're impatient, yes, but they also love the tease. they want to undress you slowly, drag it out, make you wait. they want the tension. the build-up. the look in your eyes when you realize what's about to happen. and then they want to ruin you.
just like pile two, they also dream of being dominated. of giving up control, of being used. they want you to whisper filthy things in their ear while they beg for more. they want to be humiliated. praised. broken. and only you get to do that to them.
and finally, they want to make love to you. the soft, slow kind. the kind that makes you cry. the kind that feels like a promise. they want to kiss you in the shower, on the balcony, in the kitchen, in the car, wherever. they want your moans echoing off the walls. they want to be your fantasy too. because every night, when they close their eyes, you are theirs.
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