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crypticreid · 7 months

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KINKTOBER DAY ONE

October 1st -- Praise

happy first day of kinktober 🎃🎃🎃🎃!!!

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summary: You've been secretly hooking up with your coworker Spencer for two months. He notices something about you and wants to try something new. (I personally imagined circa season 10 Reid, but you do you bestie 😘)

warnings: praise, lots of 'good girls', oral [m/f both receiving and giving], light dom behavior, finger sucking, piv, safe sex practices, and a little bit of begging

word count: 3.1k (this one got away from me a little bit oops)

this is adult content. 18+ plus only. minors do not interact!

You had never wanted to be one of those people, a girl with a huge crush on her coworker, but then you’d meet Spencer Reid. A year ago, you’d waved at him instead of shaking his hand when Hotch had introduced the two of you, and you’d felt the first flutter of butterflies. You had tried desperately to ignore your feelings, but the more you got to know him, the harder you fell. And then, about two months ago, you’d become another cliche. The girl who was sneaking around and secretly hooking up with her coworker.

Now you were trying to avoid touching your knee against his as you sat on the plane on the way home from a case. The last time you’d simply accidentally brushed your hand against his, it had been like an electrical shock between the two of you. So it is just easier to avoid touching at all costs while in the presence of your other coworkers.

The words in the book that you’re holding in your hands are absolute gibberish as you can’t focus on anything except the way Spencer’s hands glide over the page of notes he’s re-reading. You've always known he has captivating hands, but now you know intimately just how capable those hands were. This case was long, and before that, Spencer had been at a conference for four days. He hasn’t touched you in almost a week, and you’re becoming impatient. But you both had wisely made the promise that as long as you were on clock, so to say, you were only coworkers and nothing more.

You look up as you hear him say your name.

“Would you mind reading over this? I’m not sure it makes any sense.” He hands you his leather bound notebook. You place your book on your lap and look over into his eyes.

“Me? I really don’t think I’m the person who…”

Spencer interrupts you, “I trust your opinion.” It’s a simple statement, but it sets your skin aflame all the same. To hide your reaction, you focus on reading Spencer’s notes.

“I think it’s great, Spencer. But you’re presenting this to college students, so I think it would be beneficial to use examples they may have heard in the news or at least know ‘cause of the insane amount of Netflix documentaries.” You roll your eyes as you mention the oversaturation of true crime television. But then suddenly you feel self-conscious and hand back his notebook. “I mean, I don’t know. It’s just a small idea.”

“No, it’s insightful. You’re brilliant.” You can feel your skin heat in embarrassment, not comfortable with the compliment. Compliments often make you uneasy and you don’t know why. Well, that’s not entirely true, but you didn’t feel like profiling yourself to better understand this aspect.

Spencer’s eyes observe you, and you watch as his tongue slips out and wets his bottom lip as he thinks. “I mean it.” He emphasizes.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

“Good girl.” The words glide from Spencer’s mouth almost absent-mindedly and barely audible as he returns to his work. If he notices how much deeper your blush becomes, he doesn’t say anything. And you pretend you didn’t even hear him, or else you might make a fool of yourself.

Several hours later, you’re finally back at your apartment and getting into pajamas. As you pull a tank top over your head, you allow your mind to think about Spencer.

Good girl.

He said it so flippantly, practically under his breath. Did he even mean for you to hear it? Did he know how it would make your heart hammer? You play it over again and again, letting yourself bask in the feeling.

There’s a knock on your door, so you quickly pull on an old pair of yoga pants and race to your door. A brisk glance through your peephole causes that all too familiar heart tremor. Dr. Spencer Reid at your door, as though you’d summoned him with your thoughts.

You swing open the door and let your eyes trail down his body.

“I meant it.” He says immediately.

“What do you mean?” You want to reach for him. He’s still dressed for work, and it takes everything in you not to wrap your fingers around his tie and pull him into your apartment.

“When I called you brilliant.” He replies casually.

“You came all this way to call me brilliant?”

He smirks. “No, I came all this way to do this,” as he talks he steps toward you.

You let a small breath of anticipation escape before he has his hands on either side of your face and is pressing his lips to yours. Your own hands find their way first to grasp at his waist and then around to his back, pulling him impossibly closer to you, desperate for the feel of his body against yours. The harsh sharp lines of him melding into the soft, lush curves of you.

He moves you further into your apartment, shuts your door, and then pushes you up against the cool wood of the door, all without pulling his lips away from yours. Goosebumps spring to life across your skin as your body tries to process the head spinning sensation of the warmth of his body, combining with the chill of the door against your back. His hands are in your hair, possessive and needy, and you moan into his mouth.

You feel the puffs of breath against your mouth as he laughs softly and then pulls away, his hands come to rest between your neck and shoulders. “I’ve missed you.”

A small smile curves your freshly kissed lips. “It’s been like two hours since I saw you.”

“I’ve missed being able to touch you.” He amends. The thumb of his right hand starts to move up and down the skin of your neck, and you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating. His eyes search your face. “Did you like it when I called you a good girl?”

Your lips part as if to reply, but no words come out.

“Answer me.” He demands softly, his words are never harsh, but they still hold a sense of power.

“Yes. I liked it,” you admit.

He continues to watch you as his mind works, and then he makes a low sound of approval from his throat. “And would you like me to call you a good girl more often?”

Need and want pools low in your belly, but you take a second to wet your lips before answering. You want your voice to come across as strong and sure, so there is no question that you want this. “Yes, please.”

Your head is swimming in the overwhelming sensation of his lips back on yours in a matter of seconds. His hands explore your body, grazing and grasping onto your breasts before settling on your hips. He uses his knee to push your legs apart, and you move without resistance. A guttural moan breaks free from your throat as that same knee connects with the place that has been begging for friction since the moment Spencer put his hands on you.

Spencer breaks away from the kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you moan like that,” he murmurs against your skin as he kisses, licks, and nips along your jaw and neck.

Your hips jerk involuntarily, but it instantly causes a wave of pleasure as you slide against him. “Do that again, baby.” You do as you’re told and again and again. His mouth continues across your clavicle, and then lower until his teeth scrape against one of your nipples over the fabric of your tank top. You gasp and push yourself closer to him, but he pulls away.

He lowers himself to the ground as he works to push down your yoga pants. As soon as you step out of them, the pants are thrown across the room, Spencer not bothering to pay attention. All of his attention is on you.

“Look at you, pretty girl.” His thumb traces over the damp spot in your underwear while his other hand travels up your leg, sending zaps of pleasure straight to your core.

“All for me?” His eyes flash up to yours.

“I’m yours,” you answer.

“That’s my good girl.” You twist your hands into his hair when his mouth makes contact with your still clothed pussy, his tongue swiping against you. He only teases you for a second before he can’t take it anymore and pulls down your underwear to be able to taste you without a barrier. The room fills with the obscene sounds of him lapping at your core as he lavishes praises on you in between licking and sucking. “So perfect, so goddamn perfect.”

You throw your head back with a deep moan.

Spencer continues, undisturbed. “Yes. Keep moaning for me. I want your neighbors to hear how good you are for me.” His tongue circles and caresses your clit. “Do you want my fingers inside of you? Tell me.”

“Yes, oh god. Fuck. Spencer.” You can’t think straight. The only thing your brain is capable of is focusing on how good you feel.

Spencer obliges your request and plunges two fingers into you. Your fingers tighten in his hair. “I can’t believe how wet you are. And you’re taking my fingers so good. I bet you’d take my cock even better.” He hooks his fingers and massages against the swollen pressure point inside you.

You lean forward over him, trying to keep your legs steady.

“Are you gonna come for me, sweetheart?” You simply nod your head even though he can’t see with his face buried in your pussy. “You’re gonna come all over my face and my fingers because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

Your legs shake, but Spencer uses his free hand to hold onto your hip and hold you steady.

“It’s okay, you can let go. I’ve got you.” His fingers buried deep within you speed up and he focuses all of his attention on the pattern of his tongue against your clit, ramping up the building pleasure that’s threatening to bubble over. “You’ve made such a mess, a beautiful mess. Look at you, so good. So good.”

You clench around him. “Yes, that’s it. I want you to come. Just like that.” You jerk against his fingers and jaw as the pressure cascades and overflows inside you. His name is the only thing you can say in between your moans. “I love when you say my name when you come.” His fingers slow their pace, and his mouth becomes less frantic as he guides you through your orgasm and the small after-shocks.

When he finally pulls away completely, you watch slack-jawed as he takes his two fingers and puts them in his slick mouth, cleaning away traces of you. “Tasting you makes me so hard, I love it.” You lean back against the door with a smile.

“Do you want me to help with that?”

He laughs. “I’m not even close to finishing with you, my beautiful girl.” When he starts to reach for you, you grab onto his tie first and pull him closer. You work on his tie as you kiss his mouth, tasting the remnants of yourself.

In a matter of seconds, you have his tie off and thrown into the abyss, your shaking fingers focusing on unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes watch as you strip him of his shirt and then pull on his belt. But he can’t keep his hands off you, and they create a path over your skin. You undo the clasp, the tingling sound of metal like a beckoning call.

After taking off his belt and letting it drop to the floor, you also head toward the floor onto your knees. Spencer’s hand’s end up in your hair, and your hands travel up his thighs to the noticeable bulge in his pants. “Do you see what you do to me? Only you can make me this hard.”

You bite your bottom lip and work to take off his pants and underwear as he kicks off his shoes. Your eyes look up to his eyes, and he smiles at you. “Go on, I know you’re desperate for it.” One hand holds onto the base of him as your tongue circles the pink tip. He lets out a sharp breath at the contact.

You watch his reactions, flicking and teasing his head, gathering the stickiness of his precum on his tongue. Then you circle your lips around him and inch down, your hand sliding up and down on him to meet your mouth. His mouth is wide open as he watches you, the eye contact between the two of you almost overwhelming. Your body doesn’t seem to care that you just had an earth-shattering orgasm because you can feel the steady thrum of need building.

“Are you getting wet again just from sucking me off?” You nod and take him deeper in your mouth, the hand resting on his thigh feels a muscle twitch. “You have the perfect mouth.” His fingers in your hair pull slightly, not enough to cause pain, but just enough to cause you to moan on his dick.

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna come down that pretty throat.” You moan again, and he makes a low humming noise. “Is that what you want, sweet girl?”

You pull off of him, a string of spit following you, “yes.” You take both hands and twist and stroke up and down him with a smile on your messy lips.

“Open your mouth.” You do as he says, sticking your tongue out flat. He takes his two fingers and sticks them in your mouth, and you instantly start to suck on them, never stopping the motion of your hands. “My perfect, beautiful girl.” He mutters and then pulls his fingers from your mouth. Before you can put your mouth back on him, he’s stepping away and then helping you stand up.

When you’re on your feet, he kisses you slowly, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, and you reach down with one hand to continue to stroke him. He breaks the kiss and lightly guides you to turn around and bend over, using your hands to hold yourself up on the door. “You’re so good for me. Stay there.” You look over your shoulder and watch him find his pants to grab a condom. He quickly unwraps it and slides it on before returning to you.

He glides his hands over the back of your thighs and over your ass appreciatively, then squeezes your ass. “Are you going to take all of me?” The whispers tickling the back of your neck as he leans over you toward your ear, you shiver against him.

“Yes.”

He trails a hand down your spine as he pulls away and then helps you to set your legs further apart. You bite your lip, so ready for him, when he squeezes your hips. Both of you moan deeply as he guides himself into you, inching himself in until he’s seated completely. His hands are back on your hips, holding you in place. He leans forward and places a kiss on your back. He whispers in your ear again, “now you’re gonna be a good girl for me, and you’re not gonna come until I tell you you can. Do you understand?”

You nod swiftly.

He presses another kiss. “Words please, sweet girl.”

“I understand.”

He stands fully and slowly starts to pull himself out of you, dragging against every inch of your core. When he’s out fully, he pushes forward, again at that agonizing slow pace. You squirm against him, needing more. “You think you can take all of it, baby?”

“Yes. Yes. Please. Please.”

“You’re so beautiful begging for me.” You think he’s going to continue to tease you, but he doesn't. He starts to move faster and faster, building up a steady rhythm. Your nails scratch against the wood of your door. “That’s it, so good. I only ever feel this good with you. Only you can take my dick like this. You take it so perfect.” He gasps and rambles as he pumps into you.

The base of your spine zaps pleasure through your body and you shake on him.

“Don’t come yet, baby. Not yet. I could spend forever inside you.”

You feel your arms start to get weak, but Spencer holds so tight on you that you know that you’re stable. “I need to –” you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut.

“I know. I know. But you can wait, I know you can. Do you know how I know you can?”

You shake your head.

“Because you’re my good girl.” You press your lips together and moan. “Yeah, and you’re gonna wait until I tell you. And then you’re going to touch that swollen little clit of yours. It’s aching isn’t it.”

“Yes!” You practically shout. “Spencer, please.”

“Beg again.”

“Please. Spencer. Oh god, please. I need it. I need it.”

“Touch your clit, baby.” You cry out as soon as one of your hands makes contact. “You still can’t come, honey.”

You whimper, but try so hard not to give yourself over to the pleasure.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you.”

“Yes, yours all yours. Only yours forever.”

He bites out a harsh moan, and you know he’s trying just as hard as you to keep it together. “You look so pretty.” The words are just rambles, almost imperceptible. “Come for me. Come all over me.”

You do so instantly, Spencer tightens his grip on you to hold you steady as you lose yourself in the feeling. He comes with whimpers and sighs and deep grunts. When he finally stops moving, your legs are gelatinous, so he holds you tight against him, your back against his chest. He pulls out of you and then turns you around in his arms.

“You’re perfect.” He peppers light kisses across your face and lips and neck. “You did so good.” His hands are wrapped around you, both holding you steady but also keeping close to him. “I’m so proud of you.”

Your eyes flutter closed, and he kisses your lips fully. When he pulls away, you open your eyes and look up into his eyes. “Are you okay?” He checks in softly.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He kisses you again chastely. “That was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Another kiss and his hands massage down your back and your hips, checking to see if you’re sore.

“I’m fine.” You answer before he can ask.

“Did you like that,” he asks earnestly.

“I loved it.”

He smiles brightly and you match it. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #my writing #see you all on friday 😘😈

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kamaluhkhan · 2 months

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IDLE WORSHIP

SLOTH — part i of we'll write sins not tragedies

pairing: luke castellan x nemesis! reader (afab) word count: 515 summary: you and luke fooling around on the roof of the hermes cabin after curfew ;) warnings: smut!! oral (reader receiving); body worship; luke and reader smoke weed....18+ ! author's note: i wanted to do a series of blurbs *loosely* based off the 7 deadly sins and here we are....also, i (finally!) made a masterlist so....enjoy!!

♪ "idle worship" by paramore

you bite the back of one hand to keep from waking up the entire camp, the other still holding a half-smoked joint loosely between your fingers.

luke was always skilled, but tonight his tongue feels particularly heavenly.

it hadn’t been either of your intentions for the evening. the plan was for a peaceful night of getting high and stargazing on the roof of the hermes cabin after curfew.

not entirely innocent, but more so than what it had become as soon as luke decides to shuffle underneath the blanket you share, lips traveling down your body as he mumbles sweet nothings into your skin.

luke kisses down your sternum, unbuttoning the flannel you had taken from him. “you’re so beautiful,” he praises. luke sucks bruises underneath your breasts. “prettier than any goddess.” his tongue traces over your scars. he bites just above your belly button, fingers fumbling with your shorts. “absolutely divine,” is the last thing he says before devouring your cunt.

in your defense…. it has been a stressful week. you and luke had barely had a moment alone, and chris warned that the weed would be strong.

it’s slightly careless, yes, especially for senior counsellors — but fuck, if you don’t feel utterly blissed out.

you almost break skin when luke tugs your clit with his teeth, bringing you over the edge. luke pokes his head out from underneath the blanket that still covers your bottom half; you take a moment to admire him.

the moonlight softening his scar, illuminating his cheekbones and jawline. backlit by a million shining stars that mean nothing compared to his smile, luke looks like an angel.

and then, you get a better look at him — his black curls slightly askew; his dark eyes rimmed red; his lips wet with your release, curling into a smirk at how you unraveled for him so easily.

a fallen angel, maybe. a fucking gorgeous one at that.

“can i have another hit?”

you take a drag of the forgotten joint, holding the smoke in your mouth until luke is hovering above you. when he presses his lips onto yours, you let him suck up all the smoke, along with whatever air is leftover in your lungs. he removes himself from you, allowing you a moment to breathe while he exhales.

luke rests one hand on your hip, and reaches the other down to run two fingers across your folds and shoves them into his mouth, sucking like his life depends on it.

“tastes just like nectar.”

“better be careful then, angel,” you drawl and tangle your free hand into his curls. you can tell luke likes the new nickname from the way he tightens his grip, firm enough to bruise. “if you have too much, it might just kill you.”

he grins down at you lazily, blinking slowly.

“at least i’d die happy,” luke sighs.

a giggle bursts out of your chest in response.

you bring the tail end of the joint to his lips; this time, he exhales directly into your mouth, allowing you to share the last dregs of smoke.

#hope y'all enjoy this short sweet spicy blurb!!#lmk which sin to do next 😈#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x fem!reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x nemesis!reader #saf writes #Spotify

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jingsyuans · 14 days

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Spit smears on your skin, dribbles down between your legs. The sound is debauched and lewd, slick and wet as a head of silver hair moves up and down. Lips messy as they suck loudly on your prick before pulling away, swollen as they kiss along the length. The chains linking your handcuffs and keeping your hands above your head rattle as you bite your tongue and thrash.

Jing Yuan’s tongue lolls out, messy and wet. His golden eyes on you, his face flushed. You can feel his hot breath on your cock and you shudder, forcing yourself to look away from him.

“I can’t wait,” his voice is hoarse, a gut wrenching, toe curling sound because it’s no doubt from how deep he was taking you in his mouth just moments before. “Until we’re past this part.”

You want to argue with him, deny him. But Jing Yuan is delusional and powerful and you’ve learned to keep your mouth shut. Your gums have torn quite a bit from how you’ve bitten them to keep your mouth shut, and despite how disturbing it is, you much prefer the taste of your own blood than the taste of him when he tries to kiss you.

“You’ll put your hands through my hair,” he says, continuing to talk to himself more than anything else as he stares and stares. His lips kissing up your spit slick cock. He smiles, voice deep and pleased as he seems to imagine it. “You’ll tug. You’ll moan. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

But he knows you aren’t ready to entertain him with an answer, so his eyes slip shut and his calloused hand strokes you, positioning the head of your cock back on his mouth before he sinks down again. He takes all of you so easily, and Jing Yuan moans as he does so. Happy to take all of you, to feel his mouth full. Even when your hips jolt and your legs kick, a knee-jerk reaction he knows you can’t help, it’s all lovely to him.

The chain rattles again as your stomach tenses, and he knows you’re close. Jing Yuan entertains the thought of edging you for hours, until you finally give in and beg him to let you cum down his throat. It’s an enticing thought, but he already did that yesterday. Now, he feels a little lazier. So he lets himself make a mess, sloppy and wet as he moves up and down your cock with a loving hum, eyes peeling open again to watch your face when you’re brought over the edge. Your cum is tangy and bitter but he takes it all, swallowing without a care as his hand strokes your length to milk it all out while he suckles on your head.

“Mm… sour as ever,” Jing Yuan comments with a smile when he finally pulls away from you. “But still not as bitter as some of the dragon lady’s medicine. Even so, you know I’d be much happier to drink you all up even if you tasted a hundred times worse.” The hand on your cock moves to your thigh, moving up and down as if it were a comforting gesture as he rises up from his spot. “One day, you’ll appreciate that.”

One day.

#tw noncon #NonCon tw #HAHA cock reader 😈 it’s been too long #I want him to messily give head ok #he’s so sloppy #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan reader insert #jing yuan smut #male reader

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m-ayo-o · 6 months

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emoji event : 😈👍🐇🖤 impact + anal play + bunny!reader 18+ suguru likes being mean to his girl- fingering + toy use

"Ah, S-Sugu-?"

You'll never know how much your little confused voice gets him going. Every gentle touch of his fingers elicits those beautiful sounds from you, getting him so hard you can feel him pressing into your stomach where you're lying over his lap.

He sat on the bed and placed you there, explaining that he needs you and that he's had a tough day, "So I might be a little rough, is that okay sweetie?"

Of course it's ok. Your little bunny pussy was already soaked from the moment he bent you over his knees. You've always wanted your owner to get a bit crazy with you, but you've been too timid to ask.

So he's got you stripped while he remains fully clothed, rubbing circles over your back, tugging at the little tuft of your cotton tail.

"Fuck, you're so cute here, bunny," his voice is soft like velvet, admiring your body that's just for him. He knows you're his pet and he shouldn't really be doing such perverse things with you... but how could he refuse when you look at him with those big, needy eyes, when you're too horny to even speak?

His hand travels to the round swell of your ass, where he starts to let out his pent up frustrations of the day. First with a harsh squeeze that opens up your pussy, making you let out a little whine.

Then a sudden smack.

"Nhgg! Ah!"

You know he barely put any strength behind it, but it still sent your body jolting forward.

And after that first slap, he's addicted. He never knew being so mean could feel so good.

"Bunny," you hear his breathing is heavy already as he manhandles you, "stay still and let me fucking spank you."

He's never sounded so sexy before. And your body is just... responding so well, arching into him and chasing more.

So you obey him, letting your owner get his hand prints all over you, until he's had enough of that game.

"Bunny, let me use your tight ass today, yeah?"

"yeah, yeah, Suguuuu-"

"Maybe today you can take two fingers, hm?"

"Mmmhhh-" you feel him lift up your fluffy tail and release a string of spit onto your hole, where he massages and presses with his thumb.

"Nhhh- Suguru, owner, please, please need your seed!!"

"In your ass, bunny? Silly girl, you can't make babies like that."

He chides, finally getting his thumb inside you.

He works you open, training you to take his fingers slowly, then slips out and informs you, "If you want my dick in there, we're gonna have to work you up a bit more..."

You know how thick he is. Even your pussy struggles with him sometimes.

You feel him arch his body to reach into the bedside drawer. He pulls out an item you've never seen before.

"Think this will fit, baby?"

"Uh- uhm, Sugu-" the look of apprehension on your face makes him want to get his cock inside you right now, "looks big."

"Not as big as me, though, bunny. Let me try."

He barely lets you think about it before he's pushing the soft, wet toy into your ass.

"Oh, that's it," he groans, watching you take it surprisingly well. "Knew you could do it, bunny. Fuck, you look so hot all plugged up."

You can feel his frustration building with his erection, as he can't help but deliver a few more harsh spanks to the fat of your ass, making you jiggle and bounce.

"Baby, oh- bunny, let me fuck you like this?"

And when you're on all fours like the obedient girl you are, with him slipping the butt plug in and out of you, his hands all over you, his mouth finding your ass to kiss the bruises and leave more bite marks, you know you're in for a long, pleasure filled night.

suguru | m.list

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wonjns · 18 days

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SONG MINGI YOUR THIGHS ARE INSANE.

i knew he was gonna act out for coachella but this is just ridiculous — cuz if i rode him into next saturday like a cowboy off of 3 tabs of prozac THEN WHAT 🤨

#😈flwr;thots #song mingi #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #kpop smut #ateez smut #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #kpop x male reader #mingi smut

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xfgpng · 7 months

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Iwaizumi Hajime

— : [ nsfw ] cockwarming, masturbation

— : kink :: exhibitionism

“no no, don’t look away baby” he grips your jaw, forcing you to look back at the webcam.

on the other side, you can see oikawa struggling not to touch himself. he didn’t have permission from your boyfriend yet and you could tell hajime was doing it on purpose.

your legs tremble from how he has you on his lap, thighs on either side of his and he grinds his cock into you. on the screen, you can see where you’re stretched around him and oikawa is so hard, it must hurt. it has you clenching around hajime, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“good girl” he smirks, kissing the top of your ear, “see? you can be so good for me, can’t you baby?”

“yeah” you moan, eyes closing as you feel his fingers brushing against your clit.

he spreads your folds, chuckling at the way oikawa bites his lip. his hands closing and opening into fists as if he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“tell him how good you’re feeling” Iwaizumi whispers

“feels so good toru” you say breathlessly, “he’s so big”

“fuck” oikawa groans, tossing his head back. he would kill iwaizumi for this when he finally got back home. he knew it was on purpose, a punishment for leaving in the first place.

“you’ll touch yourself after i make her cum once” iwaizumi thrust up, moaning at the way you squeezed around him, “watch”

oikawa nods, spreading his own legs further apart as he sinks into his chair.

he watches the way iwaizumi disappears inside you over and over again, his thick cock stretching you open, leaving nothing to the imagination.

your boobs bounce with each thrust and your moans sound so good, loud and clear despite it being a video call.

he feels like he’s in the room with you both and he clenches his jaw when he sees iwiazumi’s fingers press against your clit, rubbing in fast circles, drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

“fuck i can’t” you scream, gripping the back of his head when you feel the coil in your stomach snap.

it’s messy. he’s seen you squirt before, a similar scenario where iwaizumi had eaten you out for hours on call.

his balls feel heavy and it only hurts more when he sees iwaizumi squeezing his eyes shut, thrusting a few more times before he’s cumming inside you, making a mess of his pants and your inner thighs.

the image would be burned into his head for days until he could get on call with his best friend again.

“your turn shittykawa” iwaizumi smirks, licking his lips. “maybe we’ll give you another show when you’re done”

#[ 🪼 ] xfg writes #[ 🌶️ ] xfg’s thirsts #[ 😈 ] xifeng’s kinktober #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #hq iwaizumi #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu smut #hq smut #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi hajime smut #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime x y/n

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rusmii · 3 months

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runi what if the when racer!chuuya racer!dazai but they fuck you in the car and the we 😳 (i was literally thinking abt this last night)

-🍮 anon! ^_^

AND THEN??😳😳 (link to racer hcs)

"can you ride it baby?" he asks you, gripping your waist as you sit on his lap inside his car. "can i?" you ask, a teasing smile resting on your lips — grinding your hooter against his strained, leaking, wet patch. "fuck - just - need.. more of you," he whines, throwing his head back. clearly, his dingleding needed a cave to find warmth in; to relieve the pent up stress you were beginning to give him. you pout, a fake one he managed to conjure. "you'll get plenty more of me if you sit there and let me tie you up," your smirk widens when he gave you an exhausted eye roll. "just - ugh! fine.. - tie it," he gave you his wrists reluctantly, "now that you've tied me, strip and fuck yourself silly on my dick."

no specific name for "he" bc it can either be dazai or chuuya 😉

#YOUUUU MADEE MEE WRITEEE THISSSS #🫵🫵YOUUUUUU #(ily pls send me more of these asks 😈)#[🍮] — anon #[💌💬] — inbox #[⟢ˎˊ˗] — chatter n clatter #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut

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murdrdocs · 6 months

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mike who goes cross eyed when hes in you and he's about to bust. he's fucking you so good and you're so tight and so wet and so warm and you're raking your hands through his hair and scratching at his back and encouraging him, words soft and gentle yet demanding, your ankles hooked behind his back, and you’re practically begging for him to cum in you. to fill you up, to breed you. he can’t help but start to picture it, you completely swollen just a few months down the line from this night, carrying his child from his doing. so when you tell him that you “need it”, his hips stutter and his eyebrows push together and he gets that faraway look in his eyes and they turn towards each other just a little bit.

#inspired by the future man scene 😈#mschmidtsworld!#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #fnaf movie

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cosmicstarlatte · 10 months

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single dad! lucifer

nsfw 18+ mdni // obey me! lucifer x f reader, public sex, unprotected sex (creampie) // reblogs are loved ♡

single dad! lucifer that can't remember the last time he went out to enjoy himself, so he hires a babysitter & ends up at a hole in the wall bar for the night

single dad! lucifer that can't help but notice you, gorgeous & sitting all alone. He offers to buy you a drink & strikes up a conversation with you

single dad! lucifer that can't help but make subtle touches as the two of you laugh & unwind, enjoying each other's company

single dad! lucifer that unfortunately has to get home soon so you politely walk him outside & thank him for the fun night

single dad! lucifer that has you pressed up against the dark alley wall, balls deep in you, cursing & groaning to hell as he delightfully uses your body to pound away the last bit of his pent up frustration

single dad! lucifer that isn't ready for another kid but can't help himself as he sees stars while thrusting & cumming into your sloppy wet pussy, making sure to fill you all the way up ♡

⬦ you might also like: yandere lucifer︱make-up sex: lucifer︱holding on (diavolo)

#Hes definitely thinking about & can't wait for the next time 😈#this has been on my mind FOR DAYSSSS...my other wips are crying #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me smut #obey me lucifer smut #obey me headcanons #obey me smut headcanons #obey me lucifer headcanons #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x you #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me nsft #obey me fic #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹

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mommyghostface28 · 2 months

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💦 Wet. Pussy. 💦

Mommy turns into such a whiny bitch when I fuck myself.

#wlw nsft #nsft wlw #wlw ns/fw #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #bd/sm mommy #nsft lesbian #domme momm #wlw domme #queer ns/fw #queer nsft #masc nsft #sapphic smut #lesbian smut #Mommy’s voice 😈

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nebulousbrainsoup · 10 months

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Hard hours are open ? ? If I may ~ ?

Thinking about boxer San cuz honestly the bouncy mv and the whole scene of San and wooyoung in the underground boxing ring made me dizzy 🫣🫣 really want that man to ruin me for me,, maybe as a lucky charm or a good luck quickie (maybe with a dash of wooyoung on the side 🤭😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫)

Idk your very recent mingi fic/ask is making me feel things lol

oh you absolutely may, my dear. that whole entire scene???? had me thinking Thots(tm) from the moment I saw it and I... mm. yeah for SURE I'm with you on this one.

18+ under the cut ; minors/ageless dni

buy me a ko-fi?

tags/warnings: gn!reader, woo's a lil jealous, lil bit of public sex, voyeurism, sorta poly, woo's a creep (affectionate), pet names (baby, my little charm), mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex (boo)

Because the thing about San—about nearly everyone in that dingy, sweat-filled basement, is that they do their best work when their blood's already pumping. Even when the place is nearly empty, only the fighters and their select entourages milling about, the residual energy is palpable. Wooyoung is not immune to it, as much as he may turn up his pretty nose at your pre-match antics. You think he does it more for his own pride than anything, trying to put himself above the fighters he manages, to maintain some degree of separation. Both you and San can see straight through that façade, and it's quite a laugh for the both of you each time he "accidentally" stumbles upon you. Each time, you're met with exasperation, and each time, once you're both sated, you fall into a fit of giggles over it.

Neither of you are stupid. You can see the way Wooyoung's eyes drag over the taut muscles of San's back and ass as he rails you against the wall under the stairs. San catches lingering stares when he's got you bent over the bathroom sink, his friend's eyes glued to where his cock is disappearing into you. You both have caught him glancing back at you in their dingy van's rearview, and San has his own little secret tucked away, having caught your name falling from Wooyoung's lips late at night. It's kind of fun to see how long he'll keep it up, so you bide your time, waiting until he comes to you. Until then, San has you, anywhere and everywhere he can.

At first, the whole "C'mon, baby, it's like a quick little testosterone boost" bit was just that, an excuse to get you under or over or on him (as if he needed one), but after the first match you couldn't make became San's first loss, you became his good luck charm. They'd shown up at your place before the next match, their blacked out van sticking out like a sore thumb, and both practically begged you never to miss a match again. Who were you to say no to their cute little pouts? Time was tight that night, you having gotten off work with just enough time to make it to the match yourself, so San had yanked you into the back and taken you then and there.

You were distantly aware of Wooyoung's wandering eyes, catching his gaze in the mirror once or twice for fractions of a second before he had to pay attention to the road again. Each time, you found yourself clenching around San's cock, a lazy smile spreading across your lips as his moans grew louder, hips snapping more roughly against your own. Your moans pitched up with the rough-handling, and your eyes snapped back to San's face, finding him smirking down at you.

Within seconds, he had also glanced up to the front of the van, smirk breaking into a grin as he moaned lowly into your ear. "He's eating this up," he muttered, leaning down to suck a mark into your skin. "Might wreck us; he's too busy jerking himself off up there."

Your walls fluttered around him as you felt the coil in your gut tightening, a heady "Sannie!" leaving you.

He hummed, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, this time speaking loud enough for your companion to hear. "I know, baby, I'm almost there, can you just hold out a few more minutes for me? You know how much more it helps when my little charm cums with me."

The soft moan you let out pitched up violently as the van jerked to a stop, the sudden change in momentum driving San deep into you, his cockhead slamming against your sweet spot. You saw stars as you came unraveled, staring unseeingly up at the ceiling of the van. Wooyoung's voice and the shifting of San's hips brought you back down to reality, the latter muttering in his pout, "I was so close, dammit."

"Too bad, we're here. Put your fucking pants back on and take your frustration out in the ring," you heard Wooyoung mumble, the engine dying a second later. "I'm going in to stall. You have five minutes, tops."

San sighed as the driver's side door shut, his head hanging just slightly. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before moving to your lips, muffling your whines of overstimulation as he slid his still-hard cock from you.

"Not gonna use your five minutes?" you prodded, sitting up with him to straighten yourself out.

He shook his head. "And leave you with more of a mess to clean up? I've already got my lucky charm taken care of."

"Such a gentleman."

He grinned, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. "I'd rather save it for a victory lap anyway. Especially if you can get Woo to join us."

You raised an eyebrow, grinning mischievously as you buttoned your pants back up. "I'll see what I can do."

taglists (open): permanent: @justhere4kpop @tastymintchocolate @.soul-jae ateez: @pyeonghongrie-main @thatonenoona special: @jaehunnyy (come get ur mans baby)

#neb.requests #soul-jae #it thinks 😈#ateez hard hours #neb.atz #choi san #choi san smut #ateez smut #choi san x reader #ateez x reader #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung x reader #woosan #nebulous writes

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sacredthefran · 5 months

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Just thinking about how there’s enough space for me to crawl in between his legs for me to suck his dick. One of Noah’s hands on the back of my head guiding me further onto his cock while his other hand is brushing strands of hair behind my ear. Him letting out soft whimpers and telling me “Good girl baby. Can I go a little deeper? Fuuuuck that’s it angel. I know you could do it.”

#whoops #just having some thoughts #😈😈😈#noah sebastian #noah sebastian smut #bad omens #noah bad omens

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crypticreid · 7 months

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-----KINKTOBER ANNOUNCEMENT-----

insert beyonce voice: i said i want something big. i want something that says i'm here....

Let's have some fun this October! I haven't written or posted fics in what feels like a million years, so I thought it'd be exciting to break in my brand new blog with a whole month of fics.

Starting October 1st I will be posting two fics every week (every Sunday and Friday), each one exploring a different kink. And leading up to Halloween, starting on the 27th, I'll be posting every day! Check out the read more for a schedule of events.

THIS IS KINKTOBER. IT IS MEANT FOR 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

October 1st – Praise

October 6th – Phone Sex

October 8th – Begging

October 13th – Virginity

October 15th – Breeding

October 20th – Spitting/Choking

October 22nd – Edging

October 27th – Overstimulation

October 28th – Bondage

October 29th – Femdom

October 30th – Squirting

October 31st – SURPRISE

*topics may be subject to change*

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #kinktober #im incapable of just tipping my toes in ive gotta just dive right in lmao #my writing #happy halloween season besties 😈

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m-ayo-o · 5 months

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😈 🎀💙

emoji event : 😈🎀💙 impact play + sub!satoru x f!reader 18+ uhm so i may have got carried away with a bit of... plot. spanking, hand job, edging, restraints, sex

the event is still closed this req was from a while ago

"Sweetieeee!"

You hear your unstoppable, invincible man singing down the hallway, full of energy and giggles. But tonight, after the longest, most frustrating day of your life, you're not in the mood for his antics.

After all, he's the one who left you in such a mess today, with the first years on a mission way above their level, you had to take control and manage everything by yourself, like a responsible adult.

But you barely made it out alive and you don't think this reckless, insane man really understands that.

So he enters.

And you shout. And scream. Until your lungs give out and he can't take any more of your nasty, cruel words.

"Stop" he's quiet, but you can hear him as you start to simmer down.

"No."

But you're not done yet. You need to teach him a lesson.

"Come here."

You give your desk a firm pat, beckoning him over.

He approaches, towering over you, looking a little anxious but still trying for a smile.

He just never stops. He never listens. And he never learns.

"Satoru," you use his full first name, forgoing any of your usual nicknames, "I want you to bend over for me."

He looks confused, crystal blue eyes darting from your pretty face to the wooden desk, where your hand still rests.

"Why would I do that?"

You give him a hard glare, standing your ground and reaching a hand up into his snowy locks.

You let your lip twitch into a little smirk when you see his eyes widening. He was expecting you to caress him, to stroke him softly and give in to his handsome charm. But you grab his hair, pulling harshly at the soft strands and order him to get on your desk.

"F-fuck, ok, ok..."

You watch his tall body fold in half as you press his cheek into the wood.

"Angel, I don't know where you're going with this but- ah!"

You rip down his pants with a harsh tug, exposing his pale, perky ass.

"What- what do you think you're- shit!"

He winces when your hand delivers the first hard smack, making his whole body jolt with surprise.

Of course, you didn't hurt him. According to the man himself, nobody can hurt him. But you got some sort of feeling stirring between his legs.

"Satoru"

"Babyy-"

"Satoru, I'm fed up with your bullshit."

You voice remains calm, despite the harsh slaps that land on his skin.

"I'm fed up of being left... in the deep end... with these novice fucking sorcerers... while you're off in whatever fucking prefecture you fancy... getting shitty mochi!!"

"Ah- shit- baby, w-wait..." he can feel his cock filling up and pressing against the desk now and he just doesn't know what to do with himself.

You start to feel a little guilty, seeing how raw his ass is getting. But your hand is no better.

"It's just that... the strongest fucking sorcerer of this era... can't even... protect his own girlfriend..."

You trail off completely now, sinking onto the desk next to him and watching him slowly start to rise, thinking this was a stupid idea all along. As if you could spank a lesson into him.

He takes your hands suddenly, bringing them to his lips to kiss your reddened palms before tugging his pants up.

And he presses your pretty, pouty face to his chest and envelops you in a big hug, stroking the back of your head.

"Baby, baby I'm sorry"

He finally admits he's done something wrong.

"I was only trying to push you, I knew you could do it. I'm so proud but I don't want you to get hurt. I promise I'll be there for you next time."

Through his sincere apology, while he's holding you so close, you start to notice a familiar bulge nudging your stomach.

"Angel?"

He peers down at you, as you seem a little distant.

And you are now, totally distracted by the swell in his pants.

"Toru," his muscles relax, he knows he's off the hook now, "Toru, baby, are you... hard?"

You step back, your eyes drawn to his crotch where you can clearly see the outline of his cock and a little wet patch at the top. He just pulls your body against his again, locking his lips with yours as if he's trying to distract you.

"Baby, did you-" you inch away, eyes making excited contact with his, "did you enjoy that?"

"What if I did?" he returns a flirty flutter of his white lashes, the one that never fails to get your stomach in knots.

Despite that, you keep your cool, looking up at him as if he didn't just turn your legs to jelly.

"Well, that means my boyfriend..." you flash him a pretty smile, bringing your small hand to massage his cock through his pants, "is a sick perv."

"I know, sugar," he snorts, his hips starting to move in tandem with your gentle movements, "what are you going to do with me?"

Your hands are down his pants, his cock resting firm in your palm, and his flirty confidence has been wiped clean by your teasing touch.

He chases the feeling, when you tug down his pants fully and stroke up and down the long, hard curve of his dick. He starts fucking your fist, begging to cum, but you shake your head and sit pretty on your desk, pressing your thumb over the wet slit of his cock.

"Don't cum, baby," you pull down your tights and panties, showing him the slick mess of your pussy, and he loses those last few brain cells that were holding him together. He presses between your legs and grabs at your thighs urgently, spreading them wider.

But you tut again, taking his wrists between delicate fingers, taking them behind his back. Then you tug the expensive belt- one of his favourites, that he wouldn't want to snap- from his pants and loop it round and round, buckling him up tight.

"Play along, Toru," you coo, pulling him closer now his arms are bound, "it'll be fun."

So you rest your elbows on the desk and watch your invincible boyfriend start to fuck you with his tip.

"Let me- fuck, let me touch you-"

He gets his cock notched right in your centre, trying to push himself in, but he knows you're tight. He needs to spread you with his fingers like he usually does, to open you up and get inside.

"No hands, baby"

And you watch him struggle, sliding his cock up and down your heat, only getting relief on that swollen, pink tip, until you lose your patience and grab the base of his cock starting to push him inside.

"Yes yes yeahhh oh, mmmh thank you- angel ohh my-- fuck"

He's a mess, digging himself in further now he's past your tight entrance, fucking you with his hands behind his back.

You're surprised he hasn't broken the belt by now, but you're so glad he's being obedient. It's turning you on endlessly, getting you so wet he just slips through you, giving you the biggest head rush when he sinks all the way back.

"That's nice, baby," you compliment him and strip his shirt open, "fuck me hard, ok?"

"Yes, yeah honey I will, promise, gonna do it so good"

So you relax back on the desk and let him pleasure you with his cock, your legs hanging wide so he can get nice and deep.

And you can't help the little smile on your face, seeing how your man is falling apart. He wants to please you, he wants to make it up to you- and he's petrified that if he stops you just won't let him cum.

He looks endlessly pretty like this; with a pink blush on his cheeks, eyes half lidded, lashes all dewy with his mouth hanging open. And his beautiful eyes are flitting between yours, seeking approval.

You leave him hanging for a while, resting on your elbows and watching his eyes linger over the swell of your breasts.

"N-need to touch you..."

You watch him struggle and whimper, pleading to touch your cute tits and suck on your nipples. And you let him run his mouth, enjoying the sight of your prideful boyfriend begging and whining, until he starts to get overwhelmed and his large frame hunches over you.

He presses his mouth to your shoulder, desperate for contact.

"Baby, I want to hold you, please"

He looks into your eyes and you swear he's going to cry.

So you kiss his puffy lips, making sure to suck and swirl your tongue around his mouth while your hands stroke his abs, round his waist.

He kisses you back, so hard his nose is pressing into your cheek while his tongue dives into you. You feel the familiar swell of his cock- you can tell he's getting desperately close.

"Don't cum yet.."

"Baby, no-- please let me, let me, ah haah uhhg pleeasee" he sniffles and presses his weight against you, now rubbing his forehead against yours.

You keep him suspended, with that dumb, fucked out expression on his pretty face, until you reach your own release. Your body shivers and trembles against him, and you take him into another hot kiss, your hands working through the platinum strands of his hair.

"Baby, you did so well," you hum, stroking and kissing him so lovingly, just how he needs it, "you can cum now."

And he lets go, on command. It makes you so infatuated with him, you swear your chest is going to burst.

"Toru, baby, that's it, right there," your bodies come together slower now as you feel his warmth inside you. You can feel the heat from his skin, the electric pulse tingling from your core until every particle of pleasure has dispersed.

And you finally forgive him.

ps i love mochi it's not shitty

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