#here is just some quickie for tonight :D

[norrizzandpia]

this is about oscar? part 3 but its freak by doja cat 🙏🏻

I fear y/n has released an entire album this time lol @golden-flora

The Album (OP81)

Summary: She’s done singles, one song at a time about her and Oscar’s sex life, but, now, she’s ready for a whole album.

Warnings: dirtiest one of the series, sexual discussions, Oscar being cocky

Note: THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF THE WHO IS OSCAR PIASTRI SERIES IS HERE EVERYONE!!!! Hope you like it, i added some new things. First, as you know, y/n releases an album here, but, also, at the end, instead of smau, it’s just a regular story abt them on a podcast 🤭

y/nnn Oscar, the album, out tonight with a track list of Freak, Agora Hills, Dick, and Pussy Poppin 🤭

Comments:

Mclarensgirly SHE NAMED THE WHOLE THING OSCAR IM FUCKING CRYING

F1fan2023 using a photo McLaren took is cray

- y/nnn say it with me everyone: he looks hot!

- Mclarensgirly he looks hot!

- ln4andop81 he looks hot!

- f1fan81 he looks hot!

landonorris plz. plz don’t release it. I’ve never felt terror like this in my entire life after seeing that track list

- y/nnn don’t you put your life on the line every weekend to drive a car?

- landonorris yes.

oscarpiastri anyone want to come to the listening party?

- Danielricciardo no.

- landonorris absolutely fucking not

- logansargeant YOU THINK IM GOING TO BE LISTENING TO THESE???

- y/nnn y’all are some fake ass bitches

oscarpiastri haha have fun everyone!!!

- ln4andop81 mans is enjoying himself

- oscarpiastri more than enjoying myself

- landonorris like I’ll literally kill you

—

TWITTER

Mclarensgirly i would just like to say that this is the man all those songs are about

- ln4andop81 i mean she did say “tied him down to my queen bed” in freak so that pic does fit the sub allegations

- f1fan2023 she also said “love it when he hit and smack too” in agora hills

- Mclarensgirly also said “hold me down, when a hole need dick”

- f1fan81 also said “he want a quickie, let him lick me, then I started gasping. The way his tongue be going crazy, you wouldn’t imagine. I let him stick me, hair got frizzy, I might let him crash it”

- Mclarensgirly also said “He put that woo all down my throat until i started coughing.”

- ln4andop81 OKAY OKAY I GET IT 😭

- ln4andop81 but also like… lets talk abt it

- Mclarensgirly IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

- f1fan2023 “he like it when i bend it over and i arch my back. He tap me on my shoulders, i said ‘yeah, i like that’” YOURE KIDDING.

- ln4andop81 i envision that in my head at night

- Mclarensgirly oh?

- ln4andop81 moving on! “Pull the panties to the side, watch a movie and make it two. We just finished number one, but I’m ready for round two” YUM.MY.

- F1fan81 sometimes i wonder if I’m jealous of Oscar or jealous of y/n

- Mclarensgirly real.

- ln4andop81 we also need to talk about Dick bc she literally goes “i met the boy in the 6, but measurements wasn’t a six” UHHHHHHH

- f1fan2023 it baffles me that he’s packing that seriously

- ln4andop81 nothing baffles me when it comes to that boy now that y/n sang “When I made a little mess on it, he told me to clean my act up” BRUHHHH THATS FUCKING HOT AS SHIT

- Mclarensgirly “Skirt up, fuck in the backseat. Take that shirt off, baby, put it on me. Got me like ‘yeehow’, ride it like a horsey. Kinda like seesaw, up and down on the D, give it to him” McLaren’s kicking and crying rn bc they know they cant take their car back from Oscar after y/n confirmed they christened it

- f1fan2023 okay okay but can we talk about “suck a little dick in the bathroom” in agora hills (slay song btw i ate that shit up)

- ln4andop81 YEAH BC IM GOING TO NEED SOME MORE INFO THAN THAT. WHEN. WHERE. WHAT.

- F1fan81 i bet your ass it was in the mtc

- ln4andop81 or in the Australian Grand Prix paddock remember when no one could find him after the face was over and all he said he was with y/n? SHE HAD TO HAVE BEEN GIVING HIM CELEBRATORY HEAD

- Mclarensgirly honestly? They prob did it in both

- oscarpiastri mhm

—

Oscar and Y/n sat next to each other on the soft sofa of the studio. They giggled with the podcast host as she said their introduction.

“Breaking the internet right now with their sex life, Oscar Piastri and Y/n Y/l/n! Hi, guys, welcome.” Samantha, the host, spoke to them.

Y/n and Oscar mumbled pleasantries, their legs squished together even with all the space to Y/n’s left. The woman was quick to getting into the topic of conversation, having already discussed boundaries with the couple before the cameras started rolling.

“So, Y/n, you’ve just released a small album that focuses mostly on Oscar and the things you two get up to in the bedroom. Were you ever nervous to share these songs with the world?”

Y/n nodded, “At first, yeah, all the way back when we started with 34+35, but it got easier once I saw the overwhelming support for it. I think the best part about releasing them is seeing the jokes that the fans make about Oscar and that side of him.”

Samantha smiled, “That leads me to my next question, Oscar, were you ever nervous to have people know about that side of you? Seeing as it was such a shocker.”

He laughed as he adjusted his position, throwing an arm around his girlfriend, “Um, well, I didn’t think it was that shocking. We didn’t expect people to go haywire over hearing that I lean more towards the dominant side. We kind of assumed people inferred that.”

Samantha’s jaw dropped, “Really?! Oh! I’ll be honest, I was quite surprised when I heard it.”

Y/n shook her head, “I don’t know, I guess the way Oscar is in front of cameras is drastically different from how he actually is. He’s still very soft spoken and quiet, but a bit more outgoing.”

Samantha nodded as she glanced over her next question, “Oscar, what’s your favorite song off this album?”

“Oh, I am so ready for this. Agora Hills.” He answered immediately, smiling proudly at the others in the room.

Y/n turned to look at him, “Really?! Why?!”

His head leaned from side to side, “Just, it’s more romantic? I mean, you talk about tying the knot alongside the sex stuff.”

Y/n and Samantha laugh at his comment, Samantha agreeing, “No, I see what you’re saying. Y/n, you do say you want to show him off multiple times throughout the song.”

“Because I do!” She exclaimed, leaning into her boyfriend lovingly.

He kissed her temple, listening intently to Samantha.

“Your interactions with the fans are hilarious. Do you guys look forward to fucking with them?”

“Hell yeah!” Oscar exclaimed, “Once I caught wind of the fact that they didn’t think I did shit in the bedroom, I became very obnoxious when rubbing what happens between Y/n and I in their faces.”

Y/n cooed jokingly, “Aw, Osc, was your masculinity damaged?”

He rolled his eyes at her, laughing at her dig and pushing her away softly. They came back together, though.

“Before we move on from this subject, I want to ask Y/n, was the over six inches comment really true?” Samantha eyed her as Y/n glanced beside her at Oscar, silently asking him if she could do what he knew she wanted to do.

He nodded at her, shaking his head lightly as she said, “A lady never kisses and tells.”

Silence passed as she raised her hands and aimed them around nine inches apart. Winking suggestively at the camera, the women in the room gasped.

“IS THAT NINE INCHES?!” Samantha screamed, causing all of them to fall into a fit of giggles.

Y/n brought the microphone to her mouth and whispered, “Oh, yeah, it is.”

#mclaren #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #mclaren formula 1 #lando norris #oscar piasstri #oscar pia #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fanfiction #oscar piastri imagines #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri smut #daniel ricciardo #logan sargeant

[aziraphales-library]

Do you have any recommendations for ineffable bureaucracy smut fics, where gabriel is the top, and beez uses they/them pronouns (or other gender neutral pronouns). So many people seem to use she/herpronouns for them, and it's kinda frustrating to try to find the few fics where that doesn't happen

Here are some newer ones for you...

I Know You Belonged To Someone, But Tonight You Belong To Me by SapphicScavenger (E)

What Beelzebub and Gabriel get up to after their reunion in S2E6

Gabriel learns to Fuck (he is a natural) by ASKAsv (E)

Beelzebub asks Gabriel if angels have sex you'll never guess where this goes (or the one where Gabriel has sex for the first time)

Worship Me by Kurikukun (E)

An archangel and a prince of hell go to a graveyard at night to visit a statue of a familiar face and things soon turn spicy. Who does Gabriel want to fuck more? Himself, or Beelzebub?

Stress Relief by possum_princej (E)

A quickie, a nooner, afternoon delight: humans have a lot of different names for it. Even celestials need some stress relief during their work day, and Beelzebub is more than happy to oblige.

And I Wanna Fall in Love…with You by daggersandribbons (E)

Beelzebub and Gabriel have now started a life of their own, so were better to start than the Resurrectionist before seeing where the rest of forever takes them?

Closer by AEpixie7 (E)

“Would you want… to sleep? With me?” Beelzebub asked, immediately regretting how unfortunately they’d phrased that. “Yes,” Gabriel said, yanking Beelzebub from their thoughts, their face flushing instantly with heat. “I didn’t mean that… the way it sounded,” Beelzebub blurted. “I meant… actually sleep, as in unconscious, not as in, you know, the other thing… not that I wouldn’t want that, it’s just…” “Bee,” Gabriel interrupted, gently squeezing their hand as his amethyst eyes glistened adoringly down at them. “I meant, yes.”

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable bureaucracy #adult omens #they/them pronouns for beelzebub

[devnicolee]

Punishment (M’Baku x OC)

A/N: Had a lot of half written stories and most of them are angsty lol but this one is fun and random. First story back in a longggg time. Used an OC (my fav - Asha) but feel free to read it as a reader x M’Baku story as well. Enjoy!

NSFW Warning: BDSM

***

Asha kept her eyes trained on the floor as M'Baku circled her like a predator after trapping its prey. She had failed him… disobeyed him. She knew trying to talk herself out of her punishment would be futile and only serve to upset him farther. So she stood, stripped bare, waiting for him to make his move. 

Her voice hitched as she felt him press up against her back, his rock hard member pressed against her ass cheeks. She wanted to beg him for it, just a taste… a quickie. Anything. Her hips lightly swayed against him, her not-so-subtle attempt to distract him. He had had her on edge all evening, enjoying her torture throughout her date. And she only slipped up, given into her own pleasure, once. But it was enough for her to end up here completely at his mercy. 

“That’s not gonna work tonight, usana. You know why you are being punished, right slut?” 

“Y-yes, sir,” she whispered, his hot breath tickling her neck as he spoke to her. God this feels like torture, she thought to herself. But she knew this is exactly what he wanted. For her to ache for him so much so that she would take anything he offered, including this punishment. And she hated him for it, but he was right. At this point, she would gladly take as many spankings as he doled out as long as his hands were on her body some way, somehow. 

“Tell me.” 

“I c-came,” she whispered, her voice laced with guilt. “Without your permission.” 

“That’s right. Next time, you won’t make that mistake again, will you baby?” 

“No sir, I promise.” She still held some small ray of hope that the sincerity in her voice coupled with her ready and willing body would convince him to forgo the punishment and just fuck her brains out. But he snuffed out that light as quickly as it brewed. 

“Get on the bed. How I like it,” he smacked her ass lightly, propelling her forward. 

She scrambled to meet his order, sexily crawling to his bed and climbing on, giving him the deep arch in her back he enjoyed. M’Baku licked his lips as he stared at her perfect ass. He almost wanted to forgo her punishment and fuck her himself. But he knew that was what she wanted. 

“20. Count them out,” he ordered. 

Asha took in a deep breath, bracing herself. However, the hits did not come. Instead, she felt a finger dip into her pussy, which was dripping down with need. The threat of the spanking had turned her on more than she would ever admit. His dominance, his control over her - it was intoxicating. She moaned lightly as he pumped one finger in and out of her, his finger curling into her g-spot with every stroke. His thumb flicked her sensitive bud as he worked, pushing her up a mountain of desire as he went. 

“F-fuck. T-that feels s-so good. D-Don’t stop. P-please don’t stop,” she called out to him, her words punctuated by moans and pants. She was so wrapped up in her pleasure that she forgot about her impending punishment. But M'Baku certainly hadn’t. 

They had not been together long but he already knew her body like his own, which buttons to press and when she was close to her peak. And he felt it, her pussy clenching around his finger, the sign he needed that she was seconds away from asking for his permission to orgasm. And before she could open her mouth to ask, he removed his finger, taking her orgasm with him. 

Asha could feel the pleasure slipping through her hands like sand, a frustrated groan escaping her lips as all the sensors in her body screamed at her for ending their pleasure early. 

“Why did you st- OW!” She cried out as M'Baku interrupted her question with a loud and painful swat to her ass. “Fuck!” 

“Count. It. Out. Or I start over and you do not want to test your king, do you?” he asked her as he brought his hand down again. 

“No, daddy. I’m sorry! One!” She managed to say through gritted teeth. M'Baku’s physical strength and power showed with every single hit. He alternated ass cheeks and placement, ensuring every inch of her ass stung, that every inch felt his power. She steadily counted, her brain trying to focus on counting as pleasure overtook her. 

By the time she uttered the word “twenty,” she was pleading to be filled. Like a starving woman waiting for her next meal, she felt she would die if he didn’t fuck her. 

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you?” 

She nodded quickly, “Y-Yes, sir.” 

“I knew you would, my love. I think you’ve earned a treat. Tell me what you want, baby?” 

She felt his dick against her entrance, her mind almost willing him to ram it into her. She wanted to be fucked. Rough. Hard. Now. 

“P-please… fuck me. I’ll do a-anything. Please,” she panted out. 

“Anything?” He repeated as he lined himself up with her pussy. “I like the sound of that.” Without ceremony or warning, he rammed his cock into her, Asha letting out a loud scream, pushing her face into the comforter as he filled her. 

He was not gentle. This M’Baku never was. His strokes were fast and rough, the lewd sounds of Asha’s moans and his body smacking into hers filling his bedroom. 

“You like how I’m fucking this pussy, slut?” He demanded as his nails dug into the soft skin of her hips, knowing her skin would bruise, if only for a few hours. 

Asha struggled to answer or even form words as he fucked her viciously. Her mind was a fog of pleasure and all she could do was beg for more, pant her thanks or moan in ecstasy. 

“Oh fuck!” She cried out as his hand slapped her already-bruised ass, his silent demand for an answer.. “Y-Yes I l-love it. Harder!” She demanded as her orgasm built in her belly. “C-can I come, baby? P-please. I-it feels so good, please!” She pleaded with him. 

M'Baku was no fool, he knew she was going to cum without or without his permission so he decided to just grant her her wish. She had taken him so well today after all. 

“Cum,” he instructed, her body responding to his order as if he controlled it, her pussy immediately clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. 

“That’s it, baby… you look so good cumming on my dick.” 

Her body writhed beneath him as he continued fucking her at superhuman speed through her orgasm. 

“Whose pussy is this??” He demanded.

“It’s yours!” she cried out, tears springing to her eyes as she became overwhelmed by pleasure. 

“Whose slut are you?” He asked. 

“I’m yours!” She screamed as she tried to muffle her moans and pants into the fur of their comforter. “I-it’s too much, d-daddy… p-please,” she begged, tears sparking up in her eyes from being overwhelmed by pleasure. Her hand reached behind him and pushed on his chest. 

M'Baku laughed, “You have one more in you, slut. I know you do,” he remarked as he swatted her hands away and angled his strokes so he could hit her g-spot every single time. 

A thin layer of sweat covered her body as her pleasure crescendoed yet again far faster than she was used to. Her fingers gripped onto the comforter as if her life depended on it. She loved it when he fucked her like this, fast and furious from behind. But it felt like M'Baku was intent on not playing fair that night, intent on pushing her to her body’s limits. And that was saying something as her body did not have the limitations of a regular person. Soon, she found herself knocking on the door of yet another orgasm, this time too fast to even bother asking for permission. 

M'Baku could see all the tell tale signs of her orgasm, her breaths had turned into pants, her toes curled, and her pussy clenched around his thick cock pushing him that much closer to his own climax. As he neared the finish, he reached around and rubbed her clit, Asha immediately dissolving in his arms. 

Asha’s world went black as the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced hit her, her body giving out from the overwhelming pleasure. She did not even feel M'Baku cum with her as he filled her pussy with his cum. 

When she finally opened her eyes again, M'Baku was sitting watching her with a smirk. He placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

“Welcome back, almost had me worried about you for a minute.” 

She laughed, “I don’t think I knew you could make me black out like that.” 

He smirked, “First time for everything. Come on,” he held out his hand. “I ran you a bath.” 

Asha smiled at his thoughtfulness, slowly sitting up before he swept her into his arms and carried her into their bathroom. He helped her into the hot water, the smell of eucalyptus and smoke - her favorite - filling her nose. 

“This is very sweet,” she said, her voice raspy from their activities. “Thank you.” She settled into the bathtub, her head lulling back and her eyes falling closed. The warm water felt like heaven.

“How was that? Was I too rough?” he asked softly. The newly engaged couple were still getting to know each other, still testing each other’s limits and having fun doing so. Though M’Baku loved this particular fantasy and every moment of exploring it with his future wife, he wanted to make sure he had not taken it too far. 

She let her head lazily fall in his direction, a content smile on her face. “Never. It was amazing. You are amazing. We should do that more often.” 

“Good. We should explore that fantasy more often then,” he whispered as he kissed her sensually on the neck.

She laughed, “I very much like the sound of that. Thank Bast, we have all the time in the world.” 

“Glory to Hanuman.” He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. “I’ll go make you some tea for your throat. I love you, usana.” 

“I love you more.”

***

Tag List: @destinio1 @muse-of-mbaku @jellybean531 @skysynclair19 @ashanti-notthesinger @gloriousgam3r @archivistofwakanda @leahnicole1219 @mygirlrenee @dramaqueeenamby @tchallasbabymama

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Exploring the idea of doing a short Dom!M'Baku series. Let me know if you're interested in being tagged. Thanks for reading!

#black panther fanfiction #m'baku x oc #m'baku x reader #m'baku imagine #black panther imagines #black panther fics #black panther #m'baku imagines #black panther fandom #m'baku smut #dom m'baku

[blackstonesandtrapnest]

Hello my dear I hope you’re well!

Id like to request a nsfw scenario with a female prosecutor reader and akechi blowing off some steam while being in a meeting with others

If you don’t wanna do that it’s completely fine but thanks in advance if you’re doing it! :>

~💠

Thanks for being the first person to send me a Persona 5 request :D Love you anon! I hope this was what you expected and I apologize if it sucks :(

“Akechi! God! Fuck!”

The detective prince let out a sinister chuckle as he continued to ruthlessly pound into you and fuck you against the wall, his hands grabbing your ass forcefully as your legs were wrapped around his waist. You wouldn’t be surprised if there were bruises left over later!

“God’s not doing this to you now is he?”

You buried your head into Akechi’s neck to muffle your loud moan which was a result of him constantly pounding your cervix. Despite the pain, it felt too fucking good for words!

How did you even get here in this position? One minute you were in a meeting with your asshole superiors and the next minute you were in your office with Akechi fucking you as if his life depended on it!

Let’s rewind back to the beginning.

“L/N! You haven’t made any progress on the case yet? You shouldn’t have any issues with Akechi helping you!”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes and instead took a deep breath, trying not to blow up at your bosses. 

“I’m working as many leads as I can and so is Akechi. It’s neither of our faults that each lead comes up empty. Do you have any ideas or leads of your own to give us?”

Your bosses did NOT like that response and cue three guys screaming and pointing at you which caused you to start screaming. Akechi ran into the conference room upon hearing the commotion and sensing how furious you were getting, he grabbed you and began to gently drag you out of the room while giving your bosses a death glare. He was gonna deal with them later.

Akechi took you back to your office and got you to calm down before you did something that you were gonna regret. The stress was getting to you and it was definitely starting to show. The tension between you and Akechi only made things worse because no matter how hard you tried to keep things professional between you two, you just couldn’t help but feel attracted to him and it seemed that he felt the same way.

A few flirtatious words and sensual glances later, you were backed up against the wall heavily making out with Akechi and fumbling with his pants. Since you two were in your office, there was no time for foreplay and sentimental rubbish. As far as you were concerned, this was just a rough, fast quickie to relieve some stress.

Trying not to scream as his cock throbbed inside of you, you continue to bury your head in Akechi’s neck but he put an end to that  by grabbing your hair and pulling your head back. 

“Don’t hide those lovely noises from me princess. Don’t you want to get back at your bosses for being pricks?”

Akechi was fucking you stupid at this point and you couldn’t even speak. Instead you let out a guttural moan as you squirted all over Akechi’s dick and made quite the mess as you could feel him coming inside of you and painting your walls with his own cum.

Thank God the door was closed and that your office wasn’t close to anyone else’s! Panting heavily, Akechi set you down gently and straightened himself up while you tried to do the same yourself but with wobbly legs. As you looked for your panties, Akechi slapped your ass which made you whirl around to face him. He had your panties in his hand and stuffed them into his pocket.

“I’ll be taking these. You want these? Come and get them. Tonight. At my place. Or do you want me to come to yours?”

You walked up to Akechi and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Now that was one hell of a proposition that you couldn’t pass up!

“I’ll text you later with my answer. I think I have just found my best way to relieve stress.”

“That you have my princess. That you have.”

#persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #goro akechi #akechi x reader #bringing sexy back #answering lalala #answering anons

[santoteez]

Kinktober 2022 - Day One

Genre: Smut

Idol: Vernon of SEVENTEEN

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Semi-public, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, quickie, College!AU, BasketballPlayer!Vernon, Cheerleader!Reader

Y/N climbed out of her driver's seat, duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She pried the university doors open, peering down the halls.

“Where the fuck am I supposed to go?” She whispered to herself. It was the first game of the season, and this was the first time they were up against this school in their own court, so Y/N wasn’t familiar with the building. She sighed as she looked down the empty halls once again. She was about to text the coach when she heard a toilet flush as a door swung open across the hall.

“Anya, thank God,” Y/N said, “I’ve been standing here for like 10 minutes.”

“Hey, girl! Locker room is this way. You would think they would have a security guard at the door to direct the visitors.” The raven-haired girl said, leading Y/N down the hall to a red metal door.

“The door only opens with school IDs, so someone has to let us back in if we have to pee,” Anya said, the banging echoing throughout the building.

Some shuffling was heard, and the door swung open, revealing a half-dressed cheerleader.

“Thanks, Deeana,” Anya said, letting Y/N in first.

“No problem, hey Y/N!” She stretched her arms out.

“Hey, D. I  didn’t see you on campus today.” Y/N embraced the shorter girl.

“You can chat later, ladies. Y/N, let’s get in uniform.” The coach called out from around the corner.

Deeana rolled her eyes, gesturing a gun against her temples before pulling the imaginary trigger. “Let’s catch up later, Y/N.”

Finding a free bench, Y/N set her bag down, removing her sweater and leggings. Pulling her uniform out of her back, she switched into her sports bra and Spanx. Finally, she slid the platinum silver and icy blue top, complete with the Harlequin University Diamonds logo, and pleated skirt over her thick curves. Putting her hair in a half-up/half-down style with a blue and silver bow, she fished out her makeup pouch from her duffel. She kept it light, not in the mood to argue with coach about how her shimmery eyeshadow completed the look.

“Alright girls, huddle up. Coach said. “This is the first game of the season, but you know what you have to do. Let’s show them that the Diamonds are a force to be reckoned with! Make me proud!” She shouted, smiling when cheers and pom poms were heard throughout the room. They all poured out of the locker room, with Coach strategically placing a door stopper to ensure they could re-enter the room.

Cheers from the crowd could be heard as the girls made their way to the sidelines, with a couple being for Y/N and Anya specifically. The two best friends were co-captains of the team and the only juniors, whereas the other girls were all sophomores.

They watched as the home basketball team emerged from the locker room, their cheer team shouting words of encouragement. 

“Cocky, aren’t they?” Deeana said as she watched one of the players from the other team winked at her.

“Just ignore them, don’t react,” Y/N whispered.

“C’mon y’all, here comes our team!” Anya shouted.

“Okay girls, you ready?” Y/N asked, smiling when she heard the collective “YEAH!”

As soon as the players stepped foot on the court, the cheer began:

Damn, it’s cold in here!

Must be that ice in the atmosphere!

Diamonds shining bright

Let’s go boys

Let’s take that win back home tonight!

The cheerleaders quieted down as the crowd continued the cheer.

Anya nudged Y/N. “Here comes lover boy.”

Y/N looked up as she locked eyes with her chestnut-haired boyfriend, Vernon. The couple started dating not too long after school started freshman year. Since then, Vernon had worked his way to team captain, with his best friend Wonwoo as his co-captain.

He winked at Y/N as he took a seat on the bench, leaning over to talk to Wonwoo.

Y/N laughed to herself as she heard the girls in the crowd fawn over her boyfriend. Girls all over campus would die for his attention, but it was no use in hoping. He only had eyes for Y/N.

The girls huddled up again as both teams headed to the locker rooms for halftime.

“Okay, ladies. This school does things a little differently. They choose their halftime performers based on which side of the gym makes the most noise. I know we aren’t used to doing full routines in a gym that isn’t ours, so if we get chosen, Y/N, Anya, and Deeana are our performers. You’re performing your unit routine, got it?” Coach said.

“It’s halftime, folks,” The announcer’s voice blared through the speakers. “It’s time to choose your halftime performers!”

After a screaming match, the announcer declared that the Harlequin Jewels would perform a halftime routine. The three girls made their way to the center of the court, ignoring the shouts of “what about the other girls?” from the opposite side.

The sounds of ‘Conceited’ by Flo Milli filled the court. The three girls performed their routine which was full of powerful, captivating moves and even double the hair flips. The entire court cheered at the end and out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Vernon heading back to the locker room he obviously snuck out of. She smiled in his direction, knowing he made it his mission to watch the routines every time, even if the coach got on his case about leaving the locker room.

The second half started shortly after the routine, the Harlequin Diamonds were in the lead by just a few points and were on the offense.

The hoop is open,

The net is hot,

Harlequin Diamonds

Make that shot!

The crowd roared as Vernon zoomed down the court, scoring three points. Promptly, the girls stomped as hard as they could:

Great job Vernon,

Super well done,

Come on, Diamonds

Score another one!

The game ended on time, and the Diamonds won 77-70. The girls piled into the locker room once again, taking turns using the shower stalls before changing into their post-game outfits.

The last of them had just gotten out of the shower when Anya shouted “Guys, Wonwoo said the team is going to a diner nearby to celebrate and they want us there!” 

The girls cheered, excited at the chance to talk to the guys on the team.

Anya nudged Y/N. “You’re coming too, right? Don’t tell me you and Vernon have other plans.” She quipped an eyebrow.

“No other plans that I know of, so I guess we’re going.” She shrugged.

One of the girls scoffed. “Must be nice.”

“Yeah Y/N, you guys were made for each other.”

“They’re gonna get married!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I think you guys are skipping a few chapters. Let me get a degree first and I’ll think about it, okay?”

The room began to empty as the girls made their way out of the building to get to the diner.

“Come on, Y/N! We’re heading out!” Anya shouted.

“I know! I’m coming!”

“Hurry up before we leave you!” Anya walked off, the door shutting behind her. Y/N shoved her belongings into her bag hastily, zipping it up and slinging it over her shoulder. She had an arm out, ready to push the door open when she was suddenly yanked to the emergency stairwell.

She shouted and flailed until she was spun around and her eyes met those of her boyfriend.

“Jesus, Vernon!” She smacked his arm. 

“Did I scare you?” He asked, laughing.

“What do you think?” She glared.

“Aww, baby. I’m sorry.” He pouted.

“No, you’re not.”

“I mean…A little?” He laughed as Y/N hit him again.

She turned around to leave when he grabbed her hand. “Hold on.”

“Now what?”

“Shhh.”

They watched as the cheer coach walked through the locker room before exiting.

“Is that what you wanted? She’s gone.”

Vernon hummed, pulling her closer. “I have wanted you all night. Can you blame me for wanting a moment alone?”

“What about dinner? We’re the captains, they’re gonna notice we’re not there.” She asked, breath hitching as Vernon peppered kisses along her neck.

“Our co-captains are there. I’d say we have about 15 minutes before anyone notices we’re not there.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head. “And you think you can make me cum in that time?”

Vernon smiled, biting his lip. “Give me 10, baby.”

His lips met hers while his hands wrapped around her waist. His hair tickled her forehead, still wet from the shower he just took.

“Come on, let’s go to the bench.” He said, his voice already huskier than usual.

“What? What if someone comes back?”

“This isn’t our school. None of them have access to the doors from the outside.”

“Okay, what if someone from this school comes in?”

“They won’t. They gave us the locker room for the night. Plus, they lost. I doubt they’re still lingering around.” He said, opening the door and pulling her through the threshold. “Come on, we’re on a timer.”

Chaste kisses were shared as clothing was discarded in haste. Y/N ran her hand through Vernon’s damp locks, his thick cock prodding at her entrance eliciting sharp gasps from both mouths.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Your pretty girlfriend bouncing on top of you in the middle of the locker room?”

“Hmm, I always want you bouncing on top of me. Anywhere I can get you.” He wrapped his arms around her bare back, pulling her closer. “Watching you dance across the court makes it hard not to imagine being deep inside this pretty pussy.”

“That mouth,” Y/N tsked. “So filthy.”

“You love it when I talk to you like this.” Vernon looked up at her, his eyes two amber pools full of the love he felt for her.

He leaned back to lay against the bench, allowing Y/N to anchor herself with her hands flat on his chest as she kept a steady pace. She gasped as she felt the veins along his shaft graze her walls, his girth stretching her out deliciously. Y/N threw her head back, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest.

Vernon chuckled as she whimpered when the tip of his cock hit that spot deep inside that made silence an impossible feat. “I think being in public turns my baby on. Hm? Am I right? Are you getting off at the idea of someone knocking on that door?”

Y/N smirked. “Maybe.”

“Or maybe we should get caught. Let all those losers on the other team watch how I fuck you. Show them that your dance routines are the farthest they’ll get with you.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Y/N asked between heavy pants, her pace faltering.

“Maybe. Should I be jealous?” Vernon reached around her middle, tightening his grip.

“You tell me. Does it feel like you should?” She asked, her wet cunt tightening around his length, signs of her impending orgasm.

Vernon shook her head softly, before planting his feet firmly on the ground and thrusting his hips suddenly. “Thought so.”

Y/N fell forward, the sudden change in pace leaving her winded. She balanced herself on her elbows, their faces inches apart. “Vernon…” She said, breathless.

“I know, baby. Me too.” He returned her tone, planting a sloppy kiss upon her lips. “Do you need me to help you?”

She nodded frantically, the proximity of her orgasm making her delirious.

Vernon moved one of his arms from her waist and slid it between their bodies, his calloused fingers dutifully rubbing circles on her clit. “That’s it, baby. Just cum for me.”

Giving into pleasure, Y/N collapsed onto his chest, whimpers and trembling thighs left as remnants of her climax.

“Just hang in there for a little while longer, baby.” Vernon took a quick glance at his watch. “I’m almost there.”

Y/N squirmed slightly, overstimulated as her boyfriend approached his own orgasm. She let out a silent prayer when his hips suddenly stilled and he gasped.

“Hmm, I love you.” He said, his hands rubbing firm circles on her hips.

“I love you too, but we really need to get out of here,” Y/N said, groaning as she removed herself from his length.

“Relax, baby. After all, we still have time.” Vernon gestured at the clock.

Y/N turned back to Vernon, who was calmly getting dressed. “9 minutes? How did I cum so quick?” She asked, mouth agape.

“I don’t know, man. I guess I’m just that good.” Vernon shrugged, laughing when Y/N’s palm collided with his broad shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go eat.”

Vernon parked Y/N’s car in the diner lot before the couple headed in, hand in hand.

“Our star player and head cheerleader, fashionably late as always!” Wonwoo shouted and cheers erupted from the nearby tables. Wonwoo left Anya’s side momentarily to hand Vernon a drink. Y/N took the opportunity to slide into his seat.

Anya checked the time. “You’re 25 minutes late.”

“I can count, Anya.”

“Campus is a 5-minute drive away.” She continued, making the calculations in her head. “Hmm. Couldn’t wait until we got back to the dorms, huh?” 

Y/N groaned. “Of course you would notice.”

“How could I not? You took an extra 20 minutes to get here.” She shook her head. “The lack of decorum.”

Y/N scoffed. “Like you wouldn’t do it if Wonwoo had the same idea?”

Anya glanced at her friend, taking a sip of her drink in response.

Y/N laughed, looking across the room at her boyfriend downing a round of shots with his best friend.

“Next time he asks, I just might do it again.”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #vernon smut #seventeen fic #kpop #kpop smut #kinktober

[smolsawyer]

“Who the hell are you?”

CaitVi moments (1/?)

#arcaneedit #caitviedit #loledit #arcanesource #animationsource #filmtvdaily #gamingedit #caitlyn kiramman #vi #dailynetflix #arcane #piltover's finest #piltover's gayest #caitvimoments #i am all over them rn :D #like dozen of gifsets living rent free in my head #here is just some quickie for tonight :D #god help me :D #myedits #0.5k

[spookydrreid]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Summary: Flirting with then men at the bar gets you exactly what you want...

Category: SMUT (MINORS DNI)

Requested: Yes

Full request: "Head full of thoughts about mean!dom!reid being super rough with reader after she flirted with someone to make him mad- like spit, hair pulling, degrading, throwing her around a bit, all of the nice spicy works we love so much. But then giving so much aftercare and calling her his good, pretty, little girl and telling her how much he loves her whilst giving her a bath" - anon

Requests are open!

Content Warnings: flirting, jealous!Spencer, d/s dynamic, ownership, spanking (with belt), hair pulling, spitting, kissing, degradation, some praise, daddy kink, pet names, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare. [Let me know if I missed anything]

Word count: 3.1k

...

Going out was rare for Spencer and I.

Spencer wasn’t a huge fan of bars and clubs, complaining of all the germs they breed. Not to mention that planning said night out was made almost impossible by Spencer’s job. He was gone a lot, catching the bad guys and doing his best to keep this world safe.

But after a rough case, the team decided a night out was needed. So, that’s why I’m standing at the bar, Spencer’s credit card in hand, waiting for the bar tender to notice me. And while my mind should’ve been focused on getting said bar tender’s attention, I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to the man I showed up with.

Around his friends, Spencer was the quiet kind. Sweet and reserved for the most part. But in bed or with me, he was a very different man. See, Spencer craved control as it was something he lacked in a large majority of his life. Before me, he found that control in his work, studying and putting away the people who did the unspeakable.

But now, he found the control in me.

To most, that sounds terrible; letting your fiancé control almost every aspect of your life. But to me, it was amazing. He made the choices for me within the barriers we’d set. He cared about how I felt, constantly asking me if I was still okay with his control. And I was. He was soft a large majority of the time. I made sure to keep him on his toes, though. Testing to see how far I could push the boundaries. And tonight, was no different.

Dr. Reid had been giving me a little attitude lately. I knew it was because he was stressed, they were running from state-to-state catching killer after killer. It was exhausting and I knew that. Normally, he would use me to relieve that stress. But my dom, has been slacking. Instead of using me like the slut I am, he settled for quickies.

Now, let’s not get things confused here. I didn’t expect him to fuck me senseless every day, three times a day. I wasn’t delusional. But I did miss it. So, I decided if I wanted him to fuck me till I cried, I needed to make him mad. Spencer wasn’t typically an easy person to piss off. I was a brat, but he was patient. Not soft by any means, just patient.

But one thing he really was? Jealous. Spencer was incredibly jealous and I knew why. He was always the one to be picked last and if he liked a girl, she was almost always stolen from him by another ‘more attractive’ guy. So, he was possessive.

“You are way to pretty to not be here alone.” The pick up like makes me subtly roll my eyes. When were men going to get more creative? But I look over to the source of the noise and put on my prettiest smile.

He’s cute, I’ll give him that. But he definitely wasn’t Spencer Reid. “Aw that’s so sweet of you!” I giggle a little. It’s then that I catch Spencer intently watching me, glass being squeezed tightly as he watches me. We lock eyes and he raises his brows, challenging me to continue.

“So, what are you drinking?” He scoots a little closer and I can smell that he’s doused himself in cologne. It practically chokes me but I smile and try to inch away from him. I wanted to make spencer mad but I didn’t want to actually touch this slimy man who looked like he could roofie me.

“A Cosmo.” As if on cue the drink appears in front of me. I smile and just as I’m about to pay, the man beside me interjects.

“Pretty ladies don’t pay for their own drinks” it makes me want to punch him in the face. But I thank him and let him spend the $6 on me. More money is Spencer’s pocket after all. “What’s your name?” Ah, the age-old question. But it was one I didn’t get to answer.

“Bunny,” his hand wraps around my waist and he pulls me in. I can feel the butterflies erupt in my stomach at his touch. His little pet name making my heart race. He barely ever called me by my real name anymore, but I love it that way.

I smile up at him, “hi, baby.” I can tell he’s pissed but I bat my lashes at him anyway, playing innocent.

“Thought you were here alone,” Mr. drink buyer asks all in a huff. He’s the alpha type and I know the idea of someone like me being obedient to someone like Spencer would make him laugh.

I shrug, “I never directly said anything except what I was drinking.” I sip my free drink with raised eyebrows. But I don’t get more than a sip in before it’s being placed back on the bar by my pissed off fiancé.

“And she also never directly asked you to talk to her.” He pauses “or buy her a drink. Or talk to her. So, thank you but we’re going.” He grabs my hand and starts walking.

But I plant my feet and put on my best whining voice, “aww but daddy! I’m having fun!” I know just about every person directly around me heard what I said. But I will never see these people again, nor do I care what they think.

His hand wraps tightly around my bicep, his fingers causing delicious pain. “I don’t give a fuck. Dig your grave, bunny. You’re already in enough trouble.” I try to hide the smirk on my face. But I’m excited. I want him to be rough. I want bruises in the shape of his hands that makeup won’t be able to cover, and stay for weeks.

“You’re a fucking pussy,” I say as I try and pull my arm from his grasp. I know that I have a smug look on my face, and I also know that he has caught on to the game I am playing.

His eyes darken but he says nothing. Instead, he throws me over his shoulder, slapping my ass before carrying me out of the bar. I wave at the team as we walk by them, Morgan’s jaw dropped in shock and Garcia cheering us on.

I was put back on my feet once we reached the car. Spencer’s body boxing me in. He was the hunter and I was his rabbit. Though, I wasn’t afraid of him. I was excited. I couldn’t wait for him to sink his teeth into my neck and claim me as his.

“Get in the fucking car,” he practically growled at me as he opened the door.

I giggled, “ooooh so scary, daddy! But what if I just…. Didn’t?” I blinked at him with as much innocence as I could muster. But he didn’t buy it.

“Bunny! Get in the fucking car or so help me God- “

I interrupted him, something he hated more than anything, to make a point “you don’t believe in God. So, you saying that makes your statement less scary.”

He shoves me in the car, buckling me and slamming the door before I have time to make another smart remark. The pit forms in my stomach as I watch him walk around the car. He’s angry, jealous and he wants to kill me. Metaphorically of course, but he wants to fuck me dead. I can’t stop the small feeling of guilt that I might have pushed him too far. But he had safe words and he knew he could use them the same as I.

The drive home was silent but the tension was anything but. His hand gripped my thigh, and I was soaking my panties the entire drive home. He was beautiful always, but even more so when he was mad. There was just something about the redness of his face, and the way his veins became more prominent. It only served to make me wetter.

“I like when you’re jealous. S’cute.” I say as he parks in his typical spot at our apartment.

“I don’t like when you play games. It’s not cute.” His tone is clipped and cold, his hand removing from my thigh.

I roll my eyes, digging my grave deeper and deeper, “are you saying I’m not cute? Hurtful.” I put on my best pout in the hopes he would feel bad for me. Spoiler? He didn’t feel bad.

“No. I’m not saying that and you know that. Go. Ready position and if you even think about bitching… I swear bunny.” Any smart ass remark I was going to make died on my tongue with the tone he gave me.

‘Ready position’ was something we’d agreed on. It wasn’t the most comfortable position on the planet but it let him see all of me as he entered the room. Well, the most intimate part of me. It consisted of me on my stomach, knees under me at a 90-degree angle, my knees spread and my hands under me and grabbing my ankles.

When he’d given me the position, I’d never felt more exposed. But in the absolute best way possible. It let him see how wet I was for the beating that was about to take place. But it prevented me from moving or speaking in un-mumbled sentences. I can’t exactly explain why, but it made me feel like he owned me. And he did… Spencer Reid owned every part of me, from my mind, to my heart, to my pinky toe.

I undressed as I walked through our apartment, leaving a little trail of my clothing like breadcrumbs to follow. I was unbelievably soaked and ready to take the punishment he was about to dish out.

Spencer trusted me with everything inside him. Six years of me pushing men off of me who clung on worse than static, proved that. But though he knew I wouldn’t ever pursue anyone else, his jealousy persisted. But I wouldn’t say that’s a bad thing. Most of the time it led us to intense scenes and the roughest sex out there.

I grabbed my ankles just as I heard the front door close with a small creek. I was practically vibrating with excitement and dripping with need. I was also nervous at the pain that was to come, but I knew he wouldn’t ever hurt me beyond my limits.

I can’t see him from my position on the bed, but I know he’s there. His scent fills the room, old books and cinnamon. It’s one of my favorite scents. “Wow. Seems my whore knows how to listen.” I hadn’t been given permission to speak, so I nodded instead.

He gets closer to me, his delicious scent igniting my insides. I keep my eyes straight ahead, not daring to turn my head before permission is given. He runs his fingertips up the back of my thigh before a cupping my ass with a flat hand. Flames follow the path his fingers had taken, my skin turning into ash in their wake. And before I can even process his hand leaving me? It returns, snapping against my skin. The sound echoes through the room and a gasp leaves my lips. The sting is delicious and I can’t wait for him to do it again.

Except he doesn’t.

His fingers, instead, continue their assent up my spine. Again, it’s just the tip of them, the touch feather light. More skin turns to ash at his touch. I want more. I want it all. And I want it to hurt. Bad.

He stops when he gets to my neck, taking his hands away completely. I miss his touch but I know better than to beg. If I did, he would give me the opposite of what I want.

“So fucking perfect,” he mutters more to himself than to me. But it doesn’t stop the butterflies from erupting in my tummy. “Do you know why I’m going to be punishing you, little bunny?”

I keep my mouth shut. Sure, he asked me a question, but I didn’t have explicit orders to speak. I hear his belt clink. And then I hear it hit my ass, causing me to yelp in surprise. “Asked you a question.”

I gulp “I didn’t know if I had p-permission to speak.”

He hits me again on the other cheek and rips a soft moan from my chest, “answer me.”

The belt comes down harder, this time on my thighs, “ah! B-because I flirted with another guy.”

Smack “And?” he asks drawing out the vowel.

Smack smack “Fuck! A-and for accepting the drink. And f-for talking back! Ah!” This time the belt hits my engorged clit. It hurts, but in the sweetest way.

I can hear his breathing pick up as he hits me even harder “you’re mine. My whore. My slut. I own you.” He hits me with each statement to emphasize his words. I let out a choked sob by the end of it.

“I’m s-sorry daddy. I w-won’t do it again. I promise. Just… please” I want him to fuck me. I want it so bad it almost hurts. And I am surprised when I hear the rustling of clothes and feel the bed dip by my feet.

The tip of his hard cock run through my slick cunt, bumping my hard clit and making me moan, “please what bunny? What do you want?”

I’m panting with need, my mind slowly slipping with each slow movement through my core. “I want you to fuck me.” I manage to choke out.

The head of his cock presses against my hole and I try to push back, but his hand grips my ass and prevents me from moving. “Yeah? Do you deserve it?” He asks.

I sigh “N-no? but I want it so bad, daddy! Please! Can’t you feel how wet I am for you? S’all for you!”

He hums and I know I’ve convinced him. He slams into me, not giving me time to adjust before continuing his quick pace. His hips slam into my bruised ass and thighs. The pain only serving to make me wetter as he took claim over my body.

“It’s cute when you try to make me jealous by flirting with other men.” He reaches down to grab my hair, pulling me up enough that I’m forces to let go of my ankles. “I fucking own you, bunny. No one can make you feel the way I do.”

I whine at his words. He’s right. No one will ever make me feel like he does. Not a shot in hell. What Spencer and I had was something I’d never felt with anyone. He was my best friend, my master, my owner. And I was his bunny, his submissive. We fit together like pieces fit in a puzzle, made for each other.

“N-no one, daddy. M’yours…” I was getting close and I knew that he could hear it in my voice. He pulls out which swiftly causes a “wait!” to fall from my lips. I felt empty and full at the same time that’s to my arousal.

“Relax, bunny. You’ll get what you want. Lay on your back.” He slaps the side of my ass and I yelp as I roll over.

Spencer was always beautiful, but I found him most attractive when his eyes were blown with lust. His hair tussled in every which way and sweat on his brow. Those were the moments that I felt like I was staring at a work of art. Because that’s what he was, art. I swore he was handcrafted; beauty only an artist could create.

He kisses me for the first time and my body warms with delight. He tastes like whisky and Spencer. I’m infatuated with all that he is as he sinks back inside me. “God, you feel so fucking good bunny” he whines. His hand runs up the curves of my body before setting on my cheeks and squishing them together before he spits into my mouth. “Swallow it.” I do without a second thought.

His pace is rough and brutal. His cock slamming into my cunt like it was the last time. The pain ever delicious. “Such a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you?”

I nod, “yes, daddy. I-fuck- I’m a dirty fucking slut. Oh, god I’m so close!” I can feel the pressure building between my hips and I pray he doesn’t make me wait. I need the orgasm like I need air in my lungs.

“Cum for me… let me watch you come undone.” It sends me over with a loud moan, my hands gripping his biceps as I cum around his cock. That seems to be his undoing, filling me up as he chants my name over and over.

“Daddy!!” he slows, dragging out our orgasms as long as possible. I’m exhausted but utterly satisfied. The smile on my face seems to make him happy as a small chuckle leaves him.

“Do you want a bath, my bunny?” I nod, breathless and unable to speak for the moment. I feel him pull out of me, helping me to stand on shaky legs as he helps me to the bathroom and fills the tub.

He gets in first, leaning against the back of the tub and reaching out to for my hand. I take his and carefully step in, leaning my back to his chest and letting the warm water wrap envelope me. His arms do the same, snaking around my waist as his lips find my shoulder. I hum in contentment when he leaves little butterfly kisses over them.

“You’re my best girl you know that?” I love sex, don’t get me wrong. But there is nothing compared to the sweet nothings he whispers to me when were done. “Just the best little girl.”

I feel my face grow warm as he talks, ever the glutton for praise, “thank you, daddy.” My mind is fuzzy but I am on cloud nine.

“Did so good for me… following my orders. I love you so much.” He’s right by my ear and I feel the goosebumps form as his lips hit the shell of my ear.

I sigh happily, turning my face to kiss him softly “I love you most, Spencer Reid.”

...

Tag list: @worryd0ll @muffin-cup @willowrose99 @mikewizkalifa @dr-spencerr-reidd @reidsconverse @ssaalexisreid @thisiscalm-andits-doctor@princesssmooshie @my-life-has-been-a-lie @spenxerslut @xoxospencerreid @reiding-recs @aayaissaa @spencerreid9 @pancake2603 @wheelsupscenehater @doctorspenceryeet @freakyhood96 @flipperpenguins @ifvckedurmom @k-k0129 @measure-in-pain @rrtxcmt @withasideofmeg @totallyclearwitch @vaella1821 @shemarmooresfedora @tbuhgs @i-miei-amori @manuosorioh @luvofyourlifeliv @reidsbookclub @coldlilheart @everythingbutnormal @reidsacademia @sassymoon @nomajdetective @spideygenius @goldensonlyangel  @hufflepuffhaze @doctcr-reid @meganskane @lowensashleigh @thisismynerdyself @samuel-de-champagne-problems @this-is-doctor-and-its-calm @beepbooptoop @encyclo-reid-ia @onyourfingertips

[add yourself to my tag list here]

#Spencer Reid x reader #Spencer Reid x fem!reader #Spencer Reid x you #Spencer Reid x y/n #Spencer Reid x bunny #Spencer Reid imagine #Spencer Reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #Spencer Reid fandom #spencer reid imagine #Spencer Reid smut

[babybluebex]

laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

#laszlo kreizler #the alienist #laszlo kreizler smut #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel bruhl smut #daniel brühl x reader #daniel brühl smut #laszlo kreizler x reader #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl

[flower-slut004]

nsfw allison argent

NSFW ABC- Allison

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Super cuddly. She's at your service after.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She adores your tits. She loves the shape and curve of them.

Allison likes her ass. She knows she can get you to do anything just by flashing you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She can drown in your cum and thank god for the wonderful death.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She one time wore your panties by accident and got so turned on she played with herself in them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She isn't very experienced in lesbian sex. Sure she's had hookups here and there but you helped her out.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She loves scissoring, you both get the same pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No games in the bedroom darling, it's business.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She has some hair there, not very much though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She is a hopeless romantic. The whole shabang. Roses and music. Your hers tonight and forever.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Allison doesn't like touching herself. It makes her cranky after. She wants you and only you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She loves it when you rub ice cubes on her tits. Food play defiantly makes her panties soaked. Just the idea of you licking whipped cream off of her just makes her want you more.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Her bedroom or yours. Our Allie can be vanilla when it comes to location.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your laugh. It's what drew her to you. It gives her butterflies and makes her think about all the naughty giggles in bed.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

No to public sex or choking. Sex is about love for her, not pain.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves it when you eat her out. She loves the little kisses you give her with the small teasing licks.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She's painfully slow. She grips your tits as she slowly grinds into your pussy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She hates them, she thinks there isn't enough time to give each other attention.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

she's more cautious when it comes to risks. Threesome? Sure but it'll have to be with Malia or Lydia. Handcuffs? maybe...

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

With her athletic body, she can go on and on.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

she has a whole collection. Pink, green, orange, any color you name it. She loves it when you use them on her. Drives her insane.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She's to the point where you get nervous every time she comes near you. You never know what she's planning.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

You'd get noise complaints from how loud she whines and moans. It's like honey to your ears.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She pressed you against the floor one time while you were training. Face first on the floor, Allie ripped your leggings and ate you out from behind.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She has some muscle from working out and training.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

At first, it wasn't super high but she came out of her shell and now practically drags you to somewhere hidden.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She doesn't fall asleep quickly, maybe a shower and Lil snack first then she'll fall asleep.

#multifandom imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #allison argent smut #allison argent x reader #allison argent imagine #allison argent

[bangtanfanficarchive]

Seokjin NSFW ABCs

It only took me a solid month to complete this NSFW ABC to do with our pink vanilla king. It was requested several time, so I hope those of you who asked for this really enjoy it!

Hobi is the only one left to complete and I am working on him now, which means the Hoseok NSFW ABCs should be up either tonight or tomorrow!

Happy reading! 💜

x

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Meticulous and methodical when it comes to aftercare, tbh. Seokjin is a creature of habit, a man that really likes his routines and there is no exception here. Once he feels like he's got down how you like your aftercare, he is not deviating from that path.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's a man of many interests. Anything he's able to grab by the handful he's fond of. Boobs, butts, bellies. Loves them all.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Our man ain't picky, but his preference is to cum right inside. I do not make the rules.

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Breeding kink. Probably wouldn't advertise it to any partner for a WHILE and would just let it live as a mental stimulus, but yup. It's definitely there. You heard it here first, folks.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Man is horn knee as all hell, he has got some HOURS CLOCKED. He definitely knows what he's up to. But I also see him as more of a relationship guy and less of a hook up guy so that experience could be inconsistent.

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I imagine he probably likes emotional intimacy as much as the physical. Lots of eye contact. Probably prefers missionary or some variation on missionary for that very reason.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Hm, I could see him really swaying either way if I'm to be honest. Sometimes held there strictly to make sweet vanilla love and lots of eye contact and soft whispers. Other times in more experimental moments he'd definitely be more up for a laugh.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Keeps everything tidied up for sure, but I don't see him taking any serious care with it unless his partner has serious grooming preferences.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

As said above, very connected. Lots of contact of every kind. Eye contact. Full body contact. The whole nine yards.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn't prefer it but when he's on the road, he'll take it over being celibate for weeks at a time. Keeps a neatly organized and inconspicuous folder of his partner's photos for occasions such as there.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink, but like … a pretty minor one if that makes sense. Might enjoy some light bondage or choking, but nothing super extreme or that would cause prolonged discomfort.

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home. That is truly it. Possibly the back seat if a car, but that is really pushing the upper limit on what he'd be comfortable with.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His pleasure as well as his partner's are equally important to him, honestly.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything even remotely related to exhibitionism or pain. Neither one suits him at all.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's one to reciprocate. Even if his partner offers oral with no expectations of reciprocation, he's still gonna get down to business. Fair's fair, after all.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Keeps it casual. Goes with the flow. Whatever feels right at that moment.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Isn't huge on quickies unless they're first thing in the morning after waking up. A morning quickie before work really just hits different.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Not huge on risk, but clearly there's a bit of interest there; otherwise he wouldn't be so ride-or-die for getting choked. 🤷🏽‍♀️

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Jin doesn't have incredible stamina but since he takes pleasure in part from his partner's pleasure, he's got his ways of prolonging his partner's for as long as possible.

T - Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don't see Jin as being super into toys. I imagine him being pretty out off by them if I'm to be honest. Like, he obviously isn't opposed to them for strictly self-pleasuring purposes, but he wouldn't go for it if you suggested incorporating a little something extra into your couple time.

U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He has his moments, but I don't see Jin as a massive tease. If he did try to tease, though, I'd definitely see him faltering after one plea from his partner.

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Boy, is this boy loud. He tends to give what he wants in return and prefers someone who's willing to use their words and sounds to spur him on. He's going to give the same.

W - Wild card

The most vanilla member but wbk

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This hyung is hung. Need I say more?

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Definitely has one of the higher sex drives, but also has the remarkable ability to control himself. So he's not one to spend a ton of time solo when his partner isn't in the mood.

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Though he's got aftercare down to nearly a science, it really doesn't take that long to work through. So once you're both hydrated and bathed, it's pretty quickly into pajamas and then off to bed.

#bts seokjin #seokjin smut #seokjin x reader #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts imagines #ao3 fanfic #i have no queue what i'm doing #ao3 tags #bts imagine #bts drabble #bts headcanons #bts smut #bts fic

[xseaxwitchxkpop]

NSFW Alphabet: Sub!Seonghwa Edition

A/N: idk anyone in Ateez who pushes the catboy agenda more than hwa and this precious soul just makes me have cute aggression. Lemme just remind everyone that stage presence ≠ bedroom preference, so he might be a demon on stage but I personally think he's very far from dominant in the bedroom. Also this is framed for a femme!presenting reader.

-------------------------

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

A very clingy baby! Even though he's the sub, he would want to hold you instead of the other way around; when you're cleaning up, give him a plushie to snuggle because he just feels very happy holding something. He would also have the most sparkly eyes ever, looking at you with pure love and adoration. He'll also be very hungry, so always have some food on hand and be prepared to be fed by him because "you need it, too, I don't care if you're my domme, lemme feed you and show you my love!"

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's fave part on himself is probably his eyes because he knows how expressive they are for him and how transparent they are -- his eyes always betray his true emotions and considering he's a more private person, he likes this. His fave part on you would be your breasts, but not in a sexual way; whether you're part of the itty bitty titty committee or big titty gang, he likes them as a comfort thing, groping them or sucking on your nipples, it's very calming and relaxing for him!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves his face to be covered in either pussy juices/"cum" (since, ya know, pussies don't ejaculate lmao anyway) or use fake cum (or real cum if you have an actual dick) to cover his face and/or inner thighs, it'll get him going like nothing else. He also loves seeing his midsection painted with his own cum and also eating his own cum.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Every once in a while, he likes to fuck his plushies. No one would suspect this because he takes much care in cleaning them immediately afterward, so they keep their softness and hugability. He's recorded himself doing it a few times but always either deletes the videos or keeps them in a separate, unsuspecting folder in his phone; he's thought about sending them to you but never could bring himself to do so.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had a few hook ups but most of them have been pretty vanilla as many hook ups tend to be, he knows what he's doing especially with that tongue of his.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Probably missionary, with you on your back and him fucking you. He can easily kiss you, suck on your neck or nipples, and you can easily grab his hair roughly, pull him in closer, scratch his back with your nails, and you two can make intense eye contact. Yeah, that's his favorite position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's more passionate about it than anything. He likes it rough but not necessarily fast, and he likes it soft but not necessarily gentle. It's a very delicate balance that he prefers most of the time and can be difficult to pin down when the mood has to be forced from either of you -- when that happens, he rather not have sex at all.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Trimmed, doesn't bother to shave and he doesn't care what you do; bush, no bush, trimmed, shaved, waxed, whatever. However, he likes it when you shave for him down there as a sweet bonding experience, nothing kinky or sexual.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's very sincere and very intense during sex, especially with someone he's romantically involved with because he's not the most open person and, like Yeosang, takes some prying open emotionally so when he shares that emotional part of himself and trusts that other person, that translates directly to the bedroom. He can be a little goofy if he's particularly happy that day, like giggly kisses n' shit, but otherwise very sincere, very intense.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

If he jacks off, you know about it because he sends you audios of himself getting himself off, complete with moans, whimpers, groans, muffling himself, and him cumming in the end of it. He never sends videos, though, because his ass has a voice kink. He masturbates semi regularly just because he has a high sex drive and you're not always available so he temporarily satisfies himself.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

So, this man, has some kinks that get me thinking. He has an oral fixation for sure, so anything involving his tongue; he definitely has a breeding kink like hard-core "let me breed you, mommy/daddy, I wanna give you babies" breeding kink, more so than San; temperature play; pegging/anal play; cock rings; nail scratching; biting/marking; kitten play; shibari; restraints; voice kink; ASMR kink.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Hmmmm, maybe the bedroom? He doesn't really have a favorite place to do anything because each place brings a different kind of thrill for him, so anywhere he can look at and easily imagine you commanding him to take you or you taking him is his favorite place. His least favorite place is the shower because the water washes away the lube and is just generally an annoying interruption.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Doing a sexy, feminine dance for you. Sexy girl group concepts? He learns the choreo and dances it just for you; turns him on because he enjoys you intently watching him while being just out of reach. Rubbing your hand up and down his thigh, no matter how innocent, will also turn him on greatly. Also if you cook for him -- it can be as simple as ramen but as soon as he sees that you cooked for him, he's ready to pounce you and be at your every command.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't think he would be into piss play or scat play (absolutely no hate to people who are into this lol) but I think he wouldn't like them just because he's a bit of a clean freak and all he would see is a mess to clean up and that would definitely ruin the mood for him. Another definite turn off of his is extreme pain; he likes a little bit here and there, like slapping his ass and thighs, nail scratches wherever you scratch him, but flogging and riding crops are a no go for him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He LIVES for giving oral and that's directly from his oral fixation. It keeps his mouth busy plus he gets to please his partner. Again, he also loves his face covered in cum and/or pussy juices, so oral is definitely such fun for him!

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Moderate. He likes it a little faster than slower, but not exactly fast, if you get what I'm saying. He likes to feel you and you to feel him, so he wants it on the slower side of things but a slightly fast pace will be suitable for the most part. Only every once in a blue moon would he want you to fuck his brains out or to fuck yours out.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies involving penetration? Nah, not a fan. Quickies involving oral? Sign him the fuck up. He wants to see how fast he can get you to orgasm with just his tongue and since you derive such pleasure from it as well, you let him take on this challenge.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As long as extreme pain is not involved, he's game for a lot of things. He's always wanted to try semi public sex, voyeurism, and submissive cuckolding, but he would only try this with one of his members since he trusts them quite a lot.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I think he could probably go two, three rounds, maybe four if he has a crapton of energy for God only knows what reason. He has experience, jacks off sort of regularly, so he can last a good while in bed while being pounded into or pounding into you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He's got dildos of varying sizes because he, like San, is also a size queen. He has a couple of buttons plugs and some vibrators, along with handcuffs and bondage rope. He has a couple pairs of kitten ears and a matching choker and butt plug.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease, but not in a bratty way. It's a very sweet way, like poking your cheek and rubbing it like a cat as he strokes your inner thigh and ghosts your genitals, teases you with food like "hey if I make this dish, maybe you can fuck my ass tonight" and he'd act all cutesy about it, he'll make suggestive comments while making direct eye contact, and wiggle his butt sometimes.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's a happy medium between San and Yeosang. Hwa makes noise - groans, whimpers, moans, mewling - but he isn't loud with them per say, they're very throaty noises and he uses his chest to make them so they're low in volume but frequent.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He quite prefers the natural noises of sex between you two rather than having a playlist or any other background noise going. He's sensitive to noise in the first place and the background noise could overwhelm him in a bad way.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's average. Nothing too long, nothing too girthy, but boy does he know how to use his average dick regardless.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a bit of a high sex drive. Think like smack in the middle of average horny and extremely horny and that's Hwa. He can go like three days without sex with no complaints but coming up on a fourth day may be a little bit hard for him.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He becomes quite sleepy afterward, wanting to snuggle you to fall asleep while you rub his back up and down and he holds you and squeezes you like his personal plushie. It takes a while for him to actually fall asleep, but that's because it takes him a while to calm down enough to lull into a peaceful state of rest before succumbing to sleep.

#sub!ateez alphabet #sub!ateez #sub!seonghwa #sub!idol #ateez headcannons #my works #ateez #ateez imagine #seonghwa #dom!reader #fem!reader #lemon hours

[penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories]

Obi-Wan Kenobi NSFW Alphabet

 A/N: Posted, unedited, and then I’m gonna nyooom to bed. I know these have been done before, and there are some really great ones out there! I just wanted to add my flair to the mix 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It’s been said before and I’ll say it again: Obi-Wan Kenobi is the absolute king of aftercare. His soothing, deep voice against your ear, hands gently helping you clean up, arms pulling you into his chest. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands. It’s a practical, logical option among a question laced with the opportunity for pride, which isn’t becoming of a Jedi. He likes what noises they bring from you, how he gets to hold you with him. He likes them because what they can do to you.

On you, he loves your eyes. He’s absolutely captivated with you, and while he certainly enjoys many areas of your body, he adores how flashes of emotion will shine through when you’re too overwhelmed to speak.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Obi-Wan loves to mark you with it, especially on the soft, tender flesh of your inner thighs. He feels coming on your face is degrading to you, and if that’s something you’re into, it’s going to take a long conversation, maybe several for him to consider it. 

Now, I have to thank @maybege for this one, because this wasn’t a thought I can take credit for, but I agree that he has a bit of a breeding kink, which you can read about in detail here.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

He likes the borderline sacrilegious way he uses the Force on you. Maybe it’s because it doesn’t feel unhonoring to the Force. On the contrary, it’s times like these with you he feels singular to the Light in a way that isn’t replicated anywhere else, doing anything else. So the way he holds you down with it, touches what his busy hands can’t reach? The way he melds your minds into one, your thoughts bonding in imitation to your bodies?  

It’s against the Jedi code to be attached, but the longer he’s with you, the more he’s intimate with you, he begins to wonder if Love and Light aren’t sometimes one and the same.

(My trademark is beginning to be Smutty Premise but Make It Feelings, prime example above. I have too many feelings about this man. )

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

SO much debate regarding this one, and I could see it both ways. Maybe he’s adhered to the Jedi Code to the strictest degree. But if I’m real? That charming, flirtatious confidence about him? I don’t think that comes from a man who hasn’t had at least a few attachment-free lovers before. Regardless, with his ability to discern so well and quite literally read your mind if you consent to it, he knows how to get you right where you need to be.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s happy to mix it up, try new things, different angles, but his favorties are anything where 

He can see your face, press his lips to your mouth or neck

He can touch other parts of you: fist a hand in your hair, drag his knuckles down your stomach, play with the sensitive flesh of yours that longs for his attention

He can penetrate you as deeply as possible

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Just like in the rest of life, he’s more serious, but that dry wit is right under the surface, ready to bubble up when the moment is right. If you’re the one to be a little goofy? It depends on his mood. Sometimes, he’ll chuckle against you, fondness flooding his face. Other times, he’ll shoot you a stern look that shoots right below your stomach because. He’s not playing silly games tonight, but your body shivers in anticipation for the game he does want to play. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well kept, trimmed, darker than the coppery tresses on his head and face. He shyly, secretly loves it when you decide to kiss down the trail of it that starts below his navel.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a romantic. One of the most authentic ones to ever grace the galaxy, kept tightly maintained under serenity and his reserved demeanor.  But when he has the outlet for it, when he’s with you behind closed doors, all the affection he can’t display in public is bottled up, just waiting to pull you into his arms and show you everything you’ve both missed.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don’t think he’s one to do it much. The man hardly gets enough sleep and I’m pretty sure Cody is the only reason he remembers to eat half the time, and doing things for himself is hardly his forte. Seldom he’s desperate enough for the sleep, and he’ll indulge just for the release. Or when the ache of missing you is heavy in the front of his mind.

But once. You asked him to. While you watched. 

Normally so put together, so in charge of himself, he flushed head to toe, but obliged you all the same, quirking an eyebrow in challenge.

Let’s just say you couldn’t help but add your hands and mouth shortly after.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Besides the slight breeding kink already discussed,

Praise Kink, both exuberantly giving and reluctantly receiving

Dom/Sub vibes, mostly for the trust element. While I agree that he has some serious switch! Energy, I think he leans heavily into being a Dom. (all under the condition of lots of conversation because: consent king!) Loves watching you squirm under his husky commands, adores the way you clench harder around him when he calls you “little one,” how you just become so open in countenance and body when he pins you against the wall or the bed, how startlingly fast you become aroused when he takes your chin between his fingers, forcing your gaze up to his.

Biting/marking. Possessiveness isn’t something he fosters nor appreciates, but when he gets to mark you, your skin carrying the discoloration of where his mouth loved you lavishly, something deep in him sparks. He felt awful, the first time he saw it, and you had to reassure him profusely that you wanted it, that you craved the proof of the love you two had to keep secret. And the scratches between his shoulders? The bites into his clavicle? Well, his body is littered in scars he couldn’t be more indifferent about, but those he will treasure

Overstimulation, see U for Unfair

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a private man, so anywhere he knows you two won’t be interrupted. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Sometimes it’s as simple as the way you laugh, and he somewhat hates how his body decides to take that innocent cue. Sometimes it’s the way your clothes fit, either tightly accentuating or loosely alluding to. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything you say no to. Again, Consent King, and he won’t ever cross a line. For him personally, he won’t ever do anything that will seriously hurt you, even if you’d ask. He just couldn’t ever lay a hand on you that way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Preference is definitely giving, and you were monstrously unprepared for how amply his tongue and lips deliver pleasure.

After convincing him that, yes, I want to do that, and he lets you get your mouth on him, he’s a mess. This is where you get to grate against the unwavering wall of his self-discipline, urging out the sinful noises he makes, even as he cuts them short, even as his knuckles turn white in tight fists in their fight against the sea of sensation. He has to shut his eyes. Because when he opens them? When he sees your lips stretched around him, swallowing down what you can? He’s not going to withstand that for as long as he wants. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It again depends on his mood. Either. Both. But his unshakable patience is certainly best suited for slow and sensual. Deep thrusts. Thorough kisses. Languid movement of his hips.

Although. You will never forget the first time he bent you over the nearest surface and took you from behind.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If a quickie is all there’s time for, he’ll concede on it, but he certainly prefers when he gets to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Depends on what. If it’s getting caught, he’s likely to not, since too much is at stake. He’s willing to hear you out, within reason, but he’s always the voice of reason, tending to not do anything seriously risky. Although for experimenting, he’s such an inquisitive man, loving to learn, that he’s willing to try new things as long as they’re at least somewhat grounded.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Um. Um. Jedi thrive on stamina and patience, and Obi-Wan’s chosen lightsaber form (which he’s been deemed the master of), is based on the principle of stamina and outlasting your opponent. So, take that for what it’s worth.

Hint: it’s worth a LOT. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Don’t imagine he’s much for toys, he prefers to imitate whatever sensation via the Force or with his body.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Heh.

TEASE. 

THE WORST OF THEM.

THAT SMIRK? IT HAS A REASON.

It’s the only thing he’ll do in public, touch you with a tendril of energy when he’s across the room. Plant an impression of a thought against your mind.

And when he has you to himself?

Overstimulation. Teasing you to the brink and back sometimes. Sometimes letting you fall over the edge again and again, your body trembling and aching, overwhelmed at his pointed, too-knowing attentions.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud, but he tries to muffle his moans when they slip, but he can’t always catch them, and he stops trying so hard when he learns how much you love his noises.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When he learns how much his voice impacts you, he’s  thinking of the next thing he can whisper to you the next time he gets you alone. It’s where his mind just lives any moment he has to spare.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Welp. I’m gonna try to be classy here.

Someone said somewhere on this website (I lost the post somewhere, please let me know if anyone finds it!) that he has the politest BDE ever, and that’s the funniest truest thing.

Maybe it’s the way he sits with his legs spread, maybe it’s the way he caries himself. 

(Or maybe it’s the way we know Ewan isn’t shy in his nude scenes for a reason)

But yeah.

I can’t imagine he’s anything except just factually acknowledging of it, but the way you react to it? Well, if he feels just a little prideful at that, no one needs to know that except him. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty tied to you. He’s gone years without, but when he has you, it’s awakened a kind of hunger he feels barely equipped to handle.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on the situation. Usually, your hours together tend to be limited, and he wants to savor it. But he also loves the feeling of resting, your body against his. The deep sleep he gets just being with you usually takes him hours of meditating to achieve. 

#Obi-Wan Kenobi #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan #obi wan #obi-wan X reader #obi wan x reader #Obi-wan Kenobi X Reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan x you #obi wan x you #obi-wan alphabet #obi-wan kenobi alphabet #obi-wan kenobi smut #obi-wan smut #star wars alphabet

[slythraco]

Hey I just read your sfw Tom ABC’s and I gotta ask any chance we can get a NSFW ABC’s for Tom? 🙊🙈😍 obsessed with your writing and just discovered you!!

Author's note: Here it is ! I hope you’ll like it ! I’m all very new to writing smut so i really think i could’ve done better but i guess it’s with practice that i’ll get better ! Anyway, have fun ! Also, I took the alphabet from @malfycs you can find it here (Btw, her NSFW alphabet about Draco is crazy ! I recommend reading it if you haven’t already and you like spice !

Warnings: 🔴+18🔴, This thing is all about sex so if you're under 18 please don't read it !

Words count: 1,5K

Masterlist

______________

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Tom loves to cuddle you after such an intimate moment. He always covers you in kisses and caresses to make you feel loved. He also tells you a bunch of cute words in your ear, never falling to make you fall a little more in love with him.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

His eyes, for sure. It's the first thing people see in him, and it's normal because they are incredibly beautiful. He knows the power he holds when he looks right into your eyes and loves to see you get lost in them.

And for you, It's hard for him to choose one favourite part of your body since he likes every single inch of you but you would bet that he particularly likes your belly, at night we're your cuddling on the bed or in the couch, he always lay his head on your tummy while you play with his blond hair. He also always leaves kisses all over it, which never fail to tickles you and he loves hearing your laughter when he does this.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

Tom biggest fear is that you'll feel degraded during sec so when he feels the need to cum he'll completely refuse to cum on your face on in your mouth if you don't give your consent to it. Otherwise, he'll cum in you or on your belly.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Tom secretly the biggest dream is to go around the world with you and have sex in the most beautiful places. He already imagines himself eating you up on a beach of Hawaii or Bahamas, making you love in a bedroom with view of the Eiffel Tower, pounding in and out of you while your moaning resonate in the lanes of Berlin.

He'll propose the idea to you soon enough.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

It might not seem like it, but, Tom knows what he's doing. At least after making a few times, your first time together was really banal and clumsy because of the level of stress Tom was enduring, but he was already so much better the second time.

Why ? You may ask, because he remembers EVE-RY-THING. He studies all your reactions and notes in a small corner of his head all of yours weak spots and things that makes you go crazy. Trust me, after a few times, Tom is completely able to make you come in a matter of seconds if he wants to.

And the more you have sex the more it gets better since he's always searching for a new spot to exploit to make you come for him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Tom's favourite position probably the missionary, he finds it perfect. As a shy and romantic guy in bed he loves the intimacy and the proximity of it. He can easily kiss you while he makes love to you, or kiss your neck to make you even more crazy. He can also look at your beautiful face screaming his name, which drives him insane.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Tom is globally serious with you're having sex, but he can crack a joke once in a while to take the pressure off. Especially before it actually begin. He'll bring a bad pick-up line often inspired by Harry Potter like "Would you let me Slyther-in tonight ?" Is his favourite one so far, he used it a lot, but he always tries to find new ones.

H = Hot Spots (Places that drive them crazy)

Definitely his thighs or his neck, every time your hands touch his thighs he can't help but jump a bit and looking at your hand to make sure you don't move it too far in front of people because this shit can turn him on in a matter of seconds.

And his neck because when you're starting to kiss it or bite on it, he can turn into a totally different person. You can say bye to the pure and cute Tom to leave room for a dominant and nasty version of him which can be surprising at first.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspects)

Well, there is two Toms. The really romantic and gentle Tom and the dominant and rough Tom it really depends in his and your mood on the moment.

He'll either be really loving, covering you with kisses and caresses for you to fell like the most precious thing in his eyes which you are. He'll do everything to make you feel all the power of his love, and he loves to hold your hands while making it.

Or, he'll turn into the unknown version of him. If he's mad at something, nervous or you two have been away for a long time, he'll become rough and dominant. Shocking, slaps (on your butt) and even love marks to remind you who you belong to.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He only does it when he's away from you for a film otherwise when you're around him there is no need to do it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Something Tom loves to do is to take ice between his lips and trace a line on your body. Seeing the block of ice melting on your warm skin drives him crazy. And you, you love the contrast of the cold feeling on your body, it makes you even more turned on.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Simple but your bed, you both like to be comfortable and the bed is the best place to be.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Something that can go crazy in less than a second is when you clearly ask him to fuck you. With that, Tom wouldn't a second to get you undressed to satisfy your wishes. When you kiss him languorously too, which can be a problem sometimes when you are in public and your kisses give him an erection.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

Don't you ever think of having him touching your feet. He hates it. And like mention before he doesn't like a situation where you could feel degraded, so you can cross out BDSM, he doesn't like the idea of being violent (more than just give you a slap on your ass), he doesn't find anything exciting about it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He likes both to be honest, he doesn't really have a preference, he loves when you suck his cock it always makes him feel extremely good and make you realise it with his moans. But he also loves to hear you moans his name as he eats you up, and you just taste so good he could do it all day.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Like mentioned before, it depends on Tom's mood.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

It's not his favourite way of having sex, but he doesn't mind it if you don't have much time, and he's really horny. Quickies happen a lot when he's promoting a new film, since during these period he doesn't have a lot of free time you two manage to have quick sex between two interviews.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes ! A lot of Tom's first time were with you, he's always up to try new things with you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Tom can honestly last really long, he knows how to keep himself from cumming

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The only toy Tom own is a connected vibrator. One he asked you to put it in, and you went to a dinner together. Let me tell you, he had so much fun making it vibrate at the most random moments to see you keep yourself from moaning in front of everyone, and he found it so fucking sexy. You probably had the best sex night after that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He does it all the time, he would slip some nasty words in the crook of your ear to make you shiver before disappearing. Or something else he loves to do is to snog with you until you almost do it but then get up and do something completely different, he finds it so funny when you get mad but also so hot, so he never teases for a long time before he actually fuck you mercilessly.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Tom definitively makes some sounds in the sheets, he likes you to know how good you make him feel. He's also really vocal at the moment, telling all kinds of dirty things in your ears. "Just like that." ; "You make me feel so good darling." ; "You're so tight." ; "You're so beautiful." ; "Continu like that." And that's only a little part of what he can tell you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Tom doesn't stop after you had an orgasm, actually, it makes him even more horny and will continue to fuck you until you have a few more. Otherwise, he doesn't feel like he did a good job.

X = X-Ray (What they look like under clothes)

Tom is a grower, I'd say about 6 inches at rest and almost 9 when he's hard. Also, his cock is long and thin, so he's definitely big enough to satisfy you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He never says no to a good romp, especially with you. He just can't contain himself when he's around you, you're just too damn desirable. He always feels the need to feel his naked body against yours.

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not that quickly actually, he likes to cuddle and talk with after a such intimate moment. And he usually waits for you to be asleep before him before he can allow himself to do so.

#TOM #Tom Felton #tom felton imagine #tom felton one shot #tom felton x reader #tomblr #tom felton smut

[sitp-recs]

There’s no smutty week without our favorite Weasleys, especially my beloved Won-Won, owner of my heart and Draco’s perfect other half whenever Harry’s not in the picture. I love Ron something fierce and have been quite obsessed with Dron these past few months - I like to see all the ways in which their dynamics are similar to Drarry and yet so very different, because Ron is his own person and Draco acts a certain way around him, and I find it all very charming. I’ve also been lowkey exploring Rarry on smaller doses, and let’s not forget our sexy dragon tamer and every bi disaster’s wet dream; I love how the fandom has collectively agreed on Charlie’s rugged charm, big cock and sexual prowess so ofc I had to include him as well. Suddenly this became quite a monster list that I dedicate to my lovely friends @laurisophi and @tackytigerfic​, who are just as passionate about the ginger family as I am! Oh and in case it wasn’t clear before yes, I worship the ground Lokifan and @lqtraintracks walk on 😌👌🏼

HARRY:

After Midnight (We're Gonna Let It All Hang Out) by xylodemon

Harry/Ron (2005, 1.1k)

In which Harry and Ron spend some quality time after hours.

Bent, Not Broken by IamShadow21

Harry/Ron (2008, 1.6k)

Harry knows what he needs.

Tonight Let's Get Some by @writcraft

Harry/Charlie (2019, 4.6k)

Harry discovers private karaoke rooms are great for blow jobs, gets a crash course in Muggle music and hopes that One Direction songs are the way to Charlie Weasley’s cock heart.

Porn Night by who_la_hoop

Harry/Ron (2008, 5k)

There was an invisible line they didn't cross – they didn't touch each other while they did it, and they never – ever – treated it as anything more than a light-hearted competition. Hence the rulers and the Penis Games, and the fact that Seamus had constructed a Winner's Cup out of wadded (but clean) tissues and rubber bands. Read my rec here.

The Birthday Promise by marysiak

Harry/Charlie (2016, 5k)

The Weasleys take Harry out drinking for his 18th birthday and promise he'll finally lose his virginity.

Use My Last Breath (to say I love you) by Cassiara

Harry/Charlie (2020, 6.3k)

Harry loves the way Charlie's hands feel around his neck. He's not sure how to feel about the tiny dragon or the long-distance relationship. Read my rec here.

Hopelessly Devoted To You by @writcraft

Harry/George (2020, 10k)

Harry and George watch a lot of musicals and accidentally fall in love.

DRACO:

love on high by tryslora

Draco/Charlie (2015, 1.3k)

Charlie loves to take Draco up on dragon back and fuck him high above the ground. Read my rec here.

He Came To Me In The Night by @ohlookagaydraco

Draco/Ron (2016, 1.3k)

Attempting to regain his sense, Draco shifted, wishing to push himself to his hands and knees, but he was held firmly in place by the person behind him, and thus he was instead left simply clawing at the sheets and twisting his neck at an odd angle. Once he did, however, he stilled completely, eyes widening at the sight of what appeared to be large, leathery wings in his peripheral.

He Wants Him by Leela

Draco/Charlie, Draco/Bill (2011, 1.5k)

Bill wants Draco. Charlie wants him, too, especially after Bill's had him.

Skanc Alley by Lokifan

Draco/Ron (2016, 2.6k)

Ron wants to roleplay him having rentboy!Draco. Draco doesn’t get it. Read my rec here.

Danger in Frustration by @gracerene09

Draco/Charlie (2015, 3.5k)

Draco doesn't believe in sex before marriage. Charlie's found a loophole.

Sarff A Llew by Camaendir

Draco/Ron (2017, 3.8k)

Ron and Draco are stuck in Wales hunting down a distributor of cursed artifacts. Do of course the two are at each other throats for the trip, which only gets worse as Ron starts flirting with one of the lobby boys. Hopefully a tip will be able to end this excurtion quickly. Read my rec here.

A Rush of Blood to the Head by Lokifan

Draco/Ron (2013, 4.2k)

They’re grown-ups now with responsible Ministry jobs; but playing Quidditch against each other, Ron and Draco revert to hormonal teenage rage.

A Soft Spot for Lost Causes by Helenish - rape/non-con (not between D/R)

Draco/Ron (2004, 13k)

“Remember at school? Weasel? You’re so poor and dirty?" Ron said encouragingly “You hated me.”

“I did,” Draco said.

A Fine Foray into Fashionable Fellatio by calrissian18

Draco/Ron (2020, 31k)

First comes tolerating, then comes shagging, then comes unintended consequences. Read my rec here.

BONUS (Drarry):

Not Mine, Never Yours by CapricornBookworm

Draco/Charlie, Draco/Harry (2019, 12k)

The one where Draco used to be a prostitute, Charlie is an insatiable matchmaker, Harry is in love, and everyone is oblivious.

Charlie Weasley's Fuck Autobiography by @lqtraintracks - foursome

Harry/Draco, Charlie/Teddy, Harry/Draco/Charlie/Teddy (2014, 14k)

Charlie doesn't think that this is his Fuck Autobiography. But it so is.

WEASLEYCEST 😈 (Skip if you’re not into het ships):

Aphrodisiac by @gracerene09

Ron/Lily Luna (2020, 1.3k)

Ron seems hesitant to make a move, so Lily decides to help him along.

Gift of a Quickie by tryslora

Ron/Lily Luna (2016, 1.6k)

It isn't the first time, and it won't be the last.

Afterimage by @lqtraintracks

Ginny/Ron (2019, 1.7k)

Ron comes home drunk (again); Ginny takes care of him. Again.

Settling It the Grown-Up Way by tamlane

Ginny/Ron/Charlie (2014, 3.5k)

Ron and Ginny have a fight. Charlie intervenes. Kinky stuff happens.

Where Does It Hurt? by @lqtraintracks

Ginny/Ron (2015, 4.2k)

Ginny is hurt playing Quidditch in the family garden. Ron helps her out. And then helps a little more. And a little more.

Sweet and Crafty, Soft and Sly by tamlane

Charlie/Roxanne/Lucy/Rose/Lily Luna(2013, 11k)

When Charlie's nieces decide to make him the guest of honor at their slumber party, he finds he's in no position to argue.

#smutty week #the Weasleys #dron #rarry #Draco x Ron #Draco x Charlie #Harry x Ron #Harry x Charlie #weasleycest #tw incest #fic reclist

[peaches-writes]

tricky treats

prompt 11: “Wait, hold on, that’s not—please tell me you didn’t eat a lo—oh no.”

member: chan wc: 1.2k genre: fluff, comedy (?) this is so cracky what am i even on, werewolf au, witch/wizard au, fairy au, implied established relationship au warning: mentions of vomit note: what is this even HAHAHAHAHAHA + just u, ur werewolf mate chan, and ur baby fairies jeonglix you’re welcome 🥺💖 + in the same forest as the werequokka jisung 

In his grey wolf form, Chan walks next to you with your plastic pumpkin bag in between his teeth and your accompanying fairies, Felix and Jeongin, balanced on top of his head. He hums a low whistle in the comfortable silence, occasionally glancing over to you on his side as you figure out the village map in your hands then above his forehead to see if Jeongin and Felix have actually made a dent on the pink sweets wrapper they’ve been eating for the past two minutes.

You’re supposed to make a quick delivery stop somewhere, from what Chan remembers of your conversation before you drowned yourself in trying to navigate the unfamiliar place, after which the four of you could finally go trick or treating as planned. It’s slowly starting to take too long, mainly because of your clumsy lack of direction, but your mate doesn’t mind.

He just slightly minds the crumbs getting stuck on his fur courtesy of the two kids rolling around right in between his ears.

“This is harder than I thought! I’m getting really sleepy.” Felix yawn, falling into Chan’s fur with his hand on his stomach and his little wings wrapped around him as if in a blanket. There’s also the other problem: the gold and blue dust that flies around whenever the two little fairies would move or plop around, making Chan sneeze. “I think I’m growing a food baby! Aaah, I’m going into a food coma! Food, food, food!”

Chan could hear rustles right above him as Jeongin pokes his head out of the pink wrapper. What are these kids even eating? The older boy, unfortunately, didn’t see the labelling well when the two managed to pull it out of the pumpkin bag earlier and he couldn’t ask the two either since they immediately dug in the treat.

“We haven’t even finished a square yet, hyung! You should recover fast before I eat everything!” Jeongin giggles before taking another bite of his share and spreading even more crumbs on the fur around him. Sliding right down the older wolf’s nose after, the red fairy then holds up the tiniest square of chocolate and addresses Chan’s telepathic question with, “We’re eating chocolates, Channie hyung! Do you want some?”

Only then does Chan stop walking altogether in shock, leaving you to walk a few steps ahead until you realize his absence. Jeongin, that’s not—

“Not what?” Jeongin repeats, taking another bite of the chocolate. 

Turning around, only then do you look up from your map for the first time since you left the house, glancing over your shoulder to Chan with a raised eyebrow. “What’s wrong, guys?” You ask, retracing your steps back until you’re right in front of the big grey wolf and your two fairies. “Wait, hold on, that’s not—“ You then immediately glance down at the pumpkin bag, double checking its contents. “please tell me you didn’t eat a lo—oh no.”

Jeongin innocently turns to you, completely oblivious to your worried face as he holds up the chocolate right above his head and confirms your worries. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You and Chan exchange wide eyes in realization.

Quicky returning your map back in your satchel, you then gently scoop up Jeongin in your hands, inspecting his face with the pad of your index finger for any emerging side effects of one of the chocolates you’re supposed to deliver. “Jeongin, are you feeling anything weird? Anything at all?” You ask worriedly, furrowing your eyebrows even more when Chan passes you a knocked out Felix, snoring even louder by the time he lands on your palm. You check his pulse quickly before turning to his younger brother, asking next, “Oh no, how much did you two eat?”

Jeogin darts his eyes between you and Chan in confusion, asking, “Hm? W-Why? D-Did we eat the wrong chocolate?”

They didn’t eat a lot, I think, Chan replies telepathically, on the other hand, as he now shakes the pink chocolate wrapper out of his head and to your free hand, but then they’re fairies. Is half a square already too much for them?

You shake your head, carefully wrapping the chocolate again with your one hand before returning it back inside the pumpkin bag. “Not really.” You sigh in relief. “We’re lucky you noticed it just in time, babe.”

Ah, I should’ve checked the moment they took it out of the bag, Chan visibly frowns and you quickly assure him that it’s okay.

“Oh no, Y/N, we’re so sorry!” Jeongin frowns, sitting down on your palm and carefully placing Felix’s head on his lap. “We didn’t mean to! You said you got us treats in the bag while we wait and we thought we got the right one.”

And again, you shake your head reassuringly. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m just worried since it has love potion in it.” You frown, shocking the two boys once again.

“What?!” Jeongin and Chan both exclaim, the later literally screaming in your telepathic connection that you flinch back slightly in response.

“It’s has a love potion but it’s made with a specific recipe so it’s only supposed to be eaten by the one it’s for.” You explain, turning to Felix after and lighly poking his sides. “Since it’s not for you two, I’m worried you might get sick or something.”

“Ha?! What should we do then?” Jeongin asks next worriedly and you swear you could see little tears well up in the fairy’s eyes in worry. “Should we wake Lixie up?”

“No, let Felix sleep it off, that’s probably the effect on him. We’ll have to go back to the house and get you treated, though.” You frown, bringing the two fairies in your hands back to Chan’s head. “I’ll just deliver the chocolates myself after then observe you until tomorrow morning. Sadly, we can’t go trick or treating tonight until I’m sure that you two wouldn’t get any side effects. Is that okay?”

Chan looks up at Jeongin, tilting his head as if inviting the younger boy to pet him knowing that it comforts him. Jeongin instinctively obliges.

“We’re sorry again, Y/N, Chan.” Jeongin repeats, making you smile a little.

“Don’t worry, Innie, it’s not a big deal.” You assure him, gently patting his head after. “Just tell me when you’re feeling something weird, okay? And make sure your brother doesn’t suddenly start vomiting on you and Chan on our way back.”

“Okay.” The little fairy nods, pursing his lips in thought.

You pat his head gently again, picking up the correct treat this time for him. “Here’s the right one, Innie.” You offer to him, taking out your smallest flask from your satchel after to to with the tiny bag of lollipops. “I’m sorry I mixed it in with my delivery, that’s my bad. Drink water too, here.”

“I think I’ll just take the water.” Jeongin pouts, earning him a nod from you as you place the lollipops in your bag this time.

“I’ll hold onto the lollipops in my bag for now so they don’t get mixed up again.” You conclude. “I’m sorry again too...”

The four of you then retrace your steps back to your cottage, Jeongin eventually falling asleep on the way.

Ah, I was looking forward to trick or treating, Chan sighs once he feels Jeongin snuggling close to his fur. They’ll be okay, right?

“Hopefully, if they react well to the remedy potion.” You point out. “If it all goes well, we’ll just go trick or treating tomorrow night instead.”

Maybe babysitting fairies isn’t for us, Chan scrunches up his nose after a while, making you laugh. Aish, what will Minho say? 

“Let’s just agree to not tell him.” You offer, earning you a nod from your mate. “The last thing he wants to hear on his free night is his two kids getting poisoned with a love potion I made.” 

Agreed. The wolf sighs. Let’s go home. 

on a night much like tonight (drabble game)

#stayverse #districtninewriters #inkidz #stayhavennet #skzwriternet #stray kids #skz #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids au #stray kids oneshots #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fluff #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz au #skz oneshots #skz drabbles #skz fluff #chan #stray kids chan #skz chan #bang chan #chan imagines #chan scenarios #chan au #chan oneshots #chan drabbles #chan fluff

[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 14

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,966

Warnings: Lactation kink, fingering, nipping.

A/N: My next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills my lactation kink square.

In the warm sunlight streaming through your window, you can feel Spencer’s arm fitting snugly around your waist, holding you close. As you begin to stir, you realize he’s already awake too. Since it’s a weekend day, you have no plans, aside from taking care of the adorable time-vampire that is Charlotte Magnolia Reid. “So what are we doing today, handsome?” You mumble, the words barely decipherable to your own ears.

Spencer kisses the back of your hair before nuzzling his nose into the side of your neck. It tickles and sends you into a fit of laughter that ends up with you laying on top of him. “We aren’t doing anything,” he says with a glint in his eyes. “But you are.”

“What?”

Is it mom brain fog? Have you forgotten something you had planned?

When Spencer clocks your quizzical look, he laughs. “I have a surprise for you. You have to be ready by 11 AM.”

Spencer playfully smacks your ass when you get up before following you to the bathroom, where you get in one of your rare shower quickies. And Charlotte hasn’t woken up yet! Rejoice! She’s not sleeping through the night just yet, but she’s down to only waking up once or occasionally twice.

While you dry your hair, Spencer gets Charlotte, who finally begins to stir. They pass the bathroom and you sneak a kiss to your baby’s cheek. “I’ll be right there for feeding!” You cry out from the tiled walls.

“There’s a bottle left in the refrigerator, I got it!”

Since you have no idea where you’ll be going, you put on minimal makeup and then walk outside to where Spencer’s feeding Charlotte on the couch, talking to her about the people passing by on the street below - making up stories about them. “Babe, I don’t know where I’m going so what do I wear?”

“Wear one of my graphic tees and your most comfortable pair of leggings.”

With your instructions, you slip into your bedroom and get dressed. Spencer’s shirt is a tad too tight considering the girls are still big, but it’s good enough and the next few hours pass without any major incidents aside from a bit of spit up on Spencer’s pajama shirt.

As you’re rocking Charlotte to a mid-morning nap, there’s a knock at the door. “I’ve got it,” Spencer replies when he sees you go to get up.

Emily, Tara, Penelope and JJ are plowing inside in a matter of seconds, cooing over ‘little baby genius Reid.’ “Good god,” Tara says softly. “She’s so beautiful. How do you two not stare at her every second of every day?”

Sometimes it’s difficult, with her soft brown hair like her father’s and big beautiful eyes the same color as yours. “Well, some days, we do exactly that, and other days she doesn’t want to sleep or she’s sick and driving me crazy, so then I normally see the inside of the pillow into which I’m screaming,” you say quickly, flashing them a cheesy grin.

JJ snorts. It’s been a while, but she remembers the feeling well. “Did Spence tell you what we’re doing today?”

Shaking your head, you glance toward where Spencer’s standing in the kitchen, gathering ingredients together that seem to be for tonight’s dinner. “Paint and wine class,” he says proudly. “After I saw you painting Charlotte’s nursery, I knew it had to be done eventually.”

“Aww, you’re so romantic, I love you.” You swoon and run to kiss him, blushing as the girls ooh and ahh over Spencer’s sweet gesture. He’s your everything in every way. “Call me if you need anything, okay?”

Spencer takes her from your arms and looks down to talk to her, shaking her little hand with his fingers. “We’ll be okay, right? You won’t kill me?”

Laughing, you grab your purse off the counter and give him another kiss before leaving with the girls. It’s been ages.

--

Thankfully, Dr. Obel cleared you a while ago for the occasional cup of coffee or glass of wine, despite still breastfeeding, so you nurse the hell out of a glass of red at the painting party. Besides you, Emily, Tara, JJ and Penelope, there are four other women there that know each other and are much less animated. In other circumstances, you might feel bad about being so loud and laughing like a maniac, but you haven’t had a girls’ day out in months, so fuck it.

At these classes, they always have someone teaching and a specific painting is chosen ahead of time. After a while of listening to the instructor, you paint what she’s painting, but at your speed and adding little flourishes here and there. While most of the ladies have basic paintings (because admittedly they’d rather be drinking than painting), you end up with something you’re really happy with.

Shadowed pine trees sit on a moonlit lake, stars, trees and the moon alike mirrored in the lake’s surface in a myriad of colors. Bob Ross is one of your biggest influences when it comes to painting, and by the end, it feels like you’ve done him proud. “Damn, Y/N!” Emily says, taking the last sip of her third (and last) glass of wine. “Spencer said you could paint, but that’s fucking spectacular!”

All the ladies, and even the instructor, praise your work. At first, you deny it and tell them it’s not all that, but eventually you allow yourself the praise. Something you’re working on. “Ladies, this was amazing. Can we make this like an every other month thing? Every third month?”

“Hell, yea,” Penelope says, quickly picking up one of the hors d'oeuvres and shoving it into her mouth. “Man, thith iz gud.”

“Sewiously, I ‘eed the recipe,” Tara replies with her mouth equally full.

The subway ride back to your apartment is filled with random girl talk and lots of baby talk. Everyone wants to know Charlotte’s milestones and to see every single picture you’ve ever taken, which is already a lot given she’s less than a year.

Upstairs, you all walk in just as Charlotte needs a diaper change. When Emily and Tara offer to take dirty diaper detail, you just smile and sink into the couch. You’re not about to argue with just a little extra time off mom duty.

“Well, this was amazing,” JJ says, running her finger down Charlotte’s cheek. “You guys need anything? All set on food and stuff?”

“Yea, JJ,” Spencer replies. “We’re all good. For now.”

Once the ladies leave, you gather Charlotte close to your chest and lift your shirt. The time away refueled your batteries and you sigh happily when she begins to eat.

“Have a good time?” Spencer asks. You point back to the painting which is propped against the wall near the door. “That’s beautiful!”

“Thanks, babe. And thanks for the surprise. It was really nice to have a girls’ day.”

Spencer’s hand sits around your shoulder, his fingers slipping delicately into your hair. “I’m glad you had a good time. I have my girls right here.”

“Did you two fare okay?”

He nods and you both sit in silence for a moment. You lean into him, content and relaxed. The peaceful atmosphere allows your mind to wander and when you mind wanders, it tends to walk into dirty territory; today is no different. “Hey, Spence, I have what might seem like a weird question.”

“Shoot.”

“Have you ever thought about you know, maybe doing that wonderful thing you do with your hands while getting a firsthand taste of breast milk?”

Immediately, his pants tighten. “I hate the fact that it has been a consistent thought since your  boobs grew, yea. Definitely thought about it. Like I don’t wanna sit here and have you feed me or anything, but like...a little taste? Yea.”

“Wanna maybe give it a go later?”

A smile is all the answer you need.

---

Later that night, once Charlotte is finally asleep, you and Spencer practically trip into your bedroom, peeling off clothing like you’re in a nudist colony.

Spencer groans appreciatively when you jump into his arms and peel off your shirt and bra. He carries you toward the bed and plops you down onto the mattress unceremoniously, laughing as he wriggles you out of your leggings.

When he descends upon you, eyes hungry and hands frenzied, your smile fades into a lust-filled gaze that has Spencer nipping at your neck and chin and lips. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he mumbles against you, honeyed voice running deliciously up your spine. For a moment you get in your head; you don’t feel gorgeous as of late, still a ways away from your pre-baby body, but Spencer snuffs that thought out of your head. “Stop thinking and feel.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He slithers his way down your body and licks a stripe up your slit with a flattened tongue, moaning at your taste before slipping two fingers into your sodden pussy. “So wet for me already?”

“Always for you, Sir.”

Spreading your legs with his hands, he crawls back up, nipping and biting and sucking at any and every patch of skin that pleases him. And all you have to do is lay back and enjoy it and he calls you his good girl.

When he latches onto your nipple, the tug on your breast is similar but the feeling is altogether different. The way he rolls his tongue over your nipple causes you to arch into him, gathering his hair in your hand and pushing him closer. Every time he nips at your nipples, bringing them to taut peaks, it shoots straight to your core and you buck into his hand. “So wet, Sir.”

“Does this get you off, love?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Excuse you,” he says, immediately stilling his fingers.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why?”

“Because it feels wrong. Taboo.”

“And that gets you off?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“My dirty girl.”

Switching from nipple to nipple, never leaving one untouched for too long, his fingers stroke at that sensitive spot inside you. You buck down into his hand and reach between you, slipping your hands into his pants to stroke softly at his hardening cock. “Come for me, Y/N,” he breathes, his palm sitting heavily on your clit. “I want you to come for me.”

His words ignite a fire inside you, white hot light bursting before your eyes as he latches onto your nipple one last time. “Fuck, Sir,” you laugh shakily, stroking his cock harder and faster. “Now, come for me. I need to see you.”

Spencer bites down on your lower lip and pulls away, hissing through clenched teeth as his orgasm starts to roll over him. “That’s it, baby. Harder. Keep going.”

All you can hear over the sound of your movements, wet and slick and rough, is the rolling growl that leaves Spencer’s mouth when he comes in your hand and over both your stomachs. “Shit.”

“Have fun?”

“Yes,” he laughs, exhaustedly collapsing at your side. “You feeling okay? You were getting in your head for a second. I could feel it.”

“Yea, still having body issues. But I’m working on it.”

“I have an exercise for you to do. Not physical,” he says quickly. “A self love one. Every morning when we get up, I want you to look in the mirror and say one thing you like about yourself. You can start with things that aren’t physical and then work up to physical.”

A sleepy, content smile spreads across your face. This is the dynamic you always wanted - someone you could rely on in every single way. Even at your lowest, your craziest, your most overwhelmed, Spencer is there for you, telling you how beautiful you are as you drift off in his arms.

@heycasbutt @ultrarebelheart @katherineisagubler @proud-slytherin-ghost @randomwriter23 @fandom-queen67 @sixx-sic-sixx @xqueenofthecraziesx @aofay02 @groovyreid @criesinreid @jdougl-love @xreider @cringeemospntrashassbutt @prettyboyeffect @prettyboyreid @themanip @spencerreidsthings @augustgraceful @whollytaciturn @prisonreid @factualfic @jasmine-negron @snitchthewitch @ellabobella051419 @crazyforsstuff @kaatelyyynn​ @jane-dough @dreatine @bitter-post-millennial @adlerorzel-blog @hallieedrew @psychedelephantt @krisymccall996 @4ueijos @mclaujac @ray-likes-starwars @nurseemilyblog @slightlyvicked @she4567 @guesswhosback129 @princessdolan @happycreatorfangirl @fallwhisper @nyemadowell @sammy-jo1977 @sin-bin-and-tragedies @imsuperawkward @ahhahahaheehee @crispygiantsaladgarden @reputay-swift @pizzarollsfordayz @andiebeaword @timey-wimey-lovi @garbagecanfics @friedparadisetale @dereksbetaa @idontevenknow2 @holyfishloverfarm @nohemi2500 @typeshitbih @sadgirlhan @kmc217 @bigbuttsowhatuniverse @charmedfandomgal @im--blushing @dangerouspersonllamabagel @fichoe21 @yes-sir-hotchner @thefandomallrounder @mrsenos08 @walkerchick007 @letsdisneythings @winchesterqueenie @specialagentleigh @spn-wheresthepie @haileymew @bitchyoulied @geniusgub @urdicksmol @6lack6erry @slutlanna976 @downondilaudid​ @baileysb1tch @la-vie-en-amour1​ @letsdoit-tomorrow @eideticprettyboydrreid​ @lazynoodledragon​ @shybaby231 @aimzonicles97​ @grace-superpowers​ @softestlavender​ @ssa-dr-ladylock​ @drprettyboy​ @patricks-fabulous-face​ @tearosaria​ @shxdowofdarkness​ @marvels-gurl​ 

#through it all #the most natural thing in the world #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #dontshootmespence