#sin sunday

[im-suchanicegirl]

Hiya! So in some other part of tumblr Sunday is a Sinday - with this in mind, give us a random naughty headcanon for EC?

Ohhhhh 👀 it’s usually silly sunday with ec but here below the cut 😏

Kevin’s oral fixation is so intense he’d be the type to moan while giving oral, as much as receiving it

Pascal is the known throat goat ™ and the male prostitute per the band in the early days, so I’m convinced the baby face and the tongue out is just an act. He’s the one who initiates group orgies (redundant, you know what i mean)

Daniel is the real closet freak. Beware of the silent guy. Ass up, face down pushed in the mattress right after the show to get rid of of the adrenaline? Yes.

David, our beloved himbo. My headcanon is that he’s the most vocal / open about liking ass play.

Dan. Yeah, yeah. The band’s dom ™. You know what? I don’t think he’s that much of a kinky dude, he’s probably just either veeeeeery intense or playful depending his mood. He’ll be all sweet while getting a blow job and something will click and he’llpull the hair of the person on their knees.

Nico is 100% master of dirty talk. He’s got a short temper, he needs control, and he needs to prove himself. If that means fucking someone while telling them they’re not gonna have anything better and miss his cock, so be it.

#electric callboy #well #what a request #thank you anon that was fun! #sin sunday

[ivymarquis]

Sin Sunday

Not the raunchiest but a taste on what I am working on re: price x single mom!reader

#this goes out to the price girlies u.u #captain john price #john price x reader #single mom reader #cod mw2 #sin Sunday #my writing #sorry im being spammy as hell today

[songbirds-sweet]

you know what time it is

happy sinful sunday, cassie ❤️‍🔥

And happy Sinful Sunday to you as well, Jonno!! 💖

And as for these pics

#sin sunday

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

Moan

Send me “Moan”

Nine: Our muses do the deed

what started as a game a tease went into a completely different way. If someone would say Shisui you and Neji would do the deed, Shisui would say --you are fucking nuts--

But they were kisses with such amount of desperation and need that it was unbelievable, Shisui's fingers deep into that long brown hair, instead of scolding him Neji just grunts against Shisui's lips. All pride was lost, whatever scraps of brain cells they had that too were lost.  Shisui manages to rock his hips up against Neji just to get him back, but the way Hyuga drops open just a little his lips, back that head, that was the most beautiful sight Shisui has ever seen.

Everything gets a bit blurry after that, it's in a haze from all the heat and pleasure.  They find a rhythm, that rock of Shisui's and the caress of his lips sliding together like they fit right into all of each other’s empty spaces, like a piece of puzzle fitting right into making the picture complete.

Shisu's fingers brush and caress Neji's bouncing hardness, no more time to bshy now or to hold back they’re both ways too far gone for it. He was now stroking it in the same rhythm as his hips pushed.  Shisui's wrist twisted in a way that made the young genius back his head and makes more moans--as Nji called those embracing sounds.

Shisui knew that he got him now he press in licking against Neji's ear lobe, til he felt other trembling, he makes a broken, choked moan, and comes, hot against Shisui’s hand, edging himself he pushes one last time, groaning or growling he cam too.

Regardless of the mess they just made they stayed like that trying to catch their breaths and recover the feeling in their limbs

#asks #shisui uchiha #ncji #neji hyūga #sin sunday

[kashacreates]

I didn’t see any ask games, but I am open to NSFW asks today.  These can be:

1. Expected spicy questions 

2. Horror/violence related

3. OSHA violation related

#ask game #sin sunday #I'll send some out too but I didn't see signs that folks were open.

[doumadono]

think if reader had muzan's child and they're breastfeeding their baby & he see the child getting milk, would he be like 'hey. gimme some of that.' i imagine reader would be flustered but down for it aha

SINFUL SUNDAY

Muzan found himself in an unexpected situation. Clad in his usual elegant attire, Muzan stood beside you, the mother of his child, as you cradled your newborn in your arms. The soft glow of the moonlight falling through a large window bathed the chamber.

Your infant, a delicate mix of human and demon heritage, nestled against your chest, eagerly latching onto your breast for sustenance.

Muzan observed with a calculating gaze, his crimson eyes narrowing as he fixated on the scene before him. "I want some of that too," Muzan's voice, smooth and tinged with arrogance, sliced through the silence. His eyes bore into yours, a twisted curiosity playing in their depths. There was a certain arrogance in his demeanor, as if he believed that even the act of breastfeeding held a power dynamic that he could exploit.

You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his audacity. "You're a demon king, Muzan-sama. I hardly think breast milk is on the menu for someone of your stature."

Muzan's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Stature has nothing to do with cravings, my dear mortal. A feeble concoction of life's essence, bestowed upon the weak and vulnerable is making me curious." The demon king circled around you, his gaze never leaving the child at your breast.

With a sense of reluctant compliance, you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance required to navigate the temperamental whims of the father of your child. Gently cradling the infant in your arms, you approached a meticulously crafted wooden crib, adorned with the most opulent silk blanket money could buy. You carefully nestled the child within the confines of its plush sanctuary.

Upon your return to Muzan's presence, you once again nodded, a gesture that carried the weight of unspoken acquiescence. The Demon Lord, perched regally, regarded you with an air of entitlement as he gestured for you to take a seat beside him on an elegantly crafted couch. Complying, you lowered yourself gracefully onto the plush cushions, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension.

Without delay, Muzan's hands moved with a possessive confidence, cupping yours breast in a gesture that bespoke both control and desire. Muzan deftly slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, revealing a portion of your chest. His gaze fixated on the rounded swell of your breast, brimming with nourishing milk. The baby's suckling had left the aureola of your breast darkened.

The demon bent down, taking the bud into his mouth. He began to suckle gently, ensuring the sharp edges of his fangs didn't cause any discomfort to you. As the milk flowed into his mouth, he hummed with satisfaction, savoring the runny sweetness that gradually evolved with each sip.

You found yourself in a bewildering situation, unsure of how to react as he drank your milk. Eventually, you tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder, seeking a semblance of stability.

He continued to suckle, delicately pressing against the breast with his chilly hand. His long, pointed nails lightly brushed against the tender flesh, making you yelp a little.

"Shhh," he whispered, taking the bud out of his mouth to look directly at you. "We don't want the baby to wake up."

Muzan swiftly removed your remaining sleeve of the nightgown, revealing your chest completely to his hungry, crimson eyes. He then shifted his focus to the other breast, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple. He took his time, gently sucking while flicking his tongue against the hardened bud. The milk spilled into his mouth again, prompting a satisfied hum. The entire experience, he realized, had an unintended consequence — his pants felt uncomfortably tight in the crotch.

The experience had a profound effect on you as well. You moaned quietly in relief as he eased the tension in your breasts by gently drinking the accumulated milk. "Oh, my lord," you whispered, gently caressing his shoulder.

Muzan took your hand and directed it toward his groin, where a noticeable bulge had formed.

Without a second thought, you sensed the texture of his hardened penis through the fabric of his pants and began to delicately massage it whilst his tongue massaged the erected nipple.

As things intensified, Muzan pulled away, fixing a stern gaze on your flushed face. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding. "I want to take you, right here and now. And who knows, perhaps you'll birth me another heir soon."

#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥 #sinful sunday #anime smut #muzan kibutsuji #muzan smut #muzan x you #muzan x reader #kny muzan #muzan x y/n #kny smut #muzan x reader smut #muzan kny #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #lord muzan #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #kibutsuji muzan #kibutsuji kny #divider by cafekitsune

[lomlompurim]

@keripalods on twitter is making a farm au where sy transmigrated into a dairy cow, in "Proud Inmortal Cattle Way", and Lqg is their farmer, and a bunch of people already did fanart about them, so I fell into temptation too 🐄 💕

and based on a funny video I saw of a cow being flipped by other cow and falling into their feeder I made a bullied cowqiu

#svsss #人渣反派自救系统 #bingqiu #svsss fanart #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #liu qingge #cows? #idk JAJDJAJEJA #its 2 am here and easter sunday #forgive me lord for i have sinned #I wish I could draw more but I have two things stopping me: #cows anatomy #and naked binghe anatomy

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Am I ashamed? No.

Am I sorry? Also no.

The tag is all @lola-lola-lola's fault lmao 😘

#joel miller #yes we’re sinning on a sunday #cowboy butts drive me nuts #the last of us

[mellowswriting]

HELLLLOOO sinful sunday (monday) is back?! ok with javi p - javi having his way with you infront of a mirror when y'all are newlyweds and the seeing your rings in the mirror together turns him on (idk does that make sense?)

married man

pairing || husband!Javier Peña x f!Reader

word count || 1k (oops)

summary || the sight of you with his ring on your finger, so proud to be his little wife, does something to Javier.

content || SMUT, unprotected p in v, ring kink (is that a... thing??), wife kink, mirror sex, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, praise, unbeta'd

a/n || this got... out of hand. this was only supposed to be a few hundred words, yet here we are. i swear you're gonna give me a heart attack with these asks one of these days, cassidy. love u for it tho

sinful sunday | Javier Masterlist | Main masterlist

Four days have passed since Javier swept you away to a little tropical paradise. Four days since his shaking hands slipped that ring onto your finger. Four days since he made you his wife. 

It still doesn’t feel real to him. 

Javier watches you at the little bar on the beach. You’re waiting for the next round of drinks, a whiskey for him and something sweet and fruity for you. The woman next to you couldn’t help but compliment how beautiful you look - he can’t blame her, either. You’re simply radiant, especially in the glow of the sunset over the water. The smile on your face as you chat with her blows him away, as always. It’s the first thing he noticed about you all those years ago. That sweet smile as you held your hand out and introduced yourself has stuck with him every waking moment. 

A small movement catches his eye - your thumb carefully rubbing the set of rings on your left hand. It sends an unexpected thrill up his spine. Javier shifts in his seat, his jeans suddenly together than before. The woman asks you about the rings and you happily tell her that you’re just married the love of your life a few days ago. You point him out to her and he tries his best to give a polite smile, despite the way his cock aches against his zipper. Her eyebrows raise as she returns her gaze to you, clearly admiring. 

The conversation ends on a note of what a beautiful couple you make. Javier couldn’t agree more. 

He doesn’t know how he manages to let you finish your drink. All he wants to do is whisk you back to your little bungalow of wedded bliss, but he bides his time. He can’t help but keep his hands on you, though - his hand squeezing your thigh, his lips brushing against your cheek, his fingertips tracing your wedding band. 

The moment he has you alone, Javier strips you out of that pretty little dress and drags you into the bed. The sound of your playful laugh only makes him even more ravenous. His hands wrap around your thighs and force them open, his knees hitting the hardwood floor so hard that they’ll bruise. The taste of your cunt blooms across his tongue, all salt and woman. Your hands dig into his hair, wrenching his curls in your fingers and pressing him closer. 

He eats you out like a man starved, all messy tongue and slicked fingers. He watches you take them, your cunt fluttering around his fingers. The sight of your slick drenching his wedding band ignites something inside him, something possessive and greedy that he just can’t rein back. His fingers curl up into that sensitive spot over and over, his tongue swirling around your clit until your back arches and your thighs tighten around his head. 

He doesn’t care. If he suffocated right here, he would die a happy man. 

Javier doesn’t bother giving you time to recover. He manhandles you to the edge of the bed and onto your knees. The huge mirror on the wall gives him the perfect view as he sinks into you in one easy stroke. The pace he sets is devastating. He pulls almost all the way out before burying himself to the hilt all over again, his fingers digging into your hips. Every thrust forces the sweetest sounds from your mouth. Your fingers twist in the sheets and you hide your face in the soft fabric. Javier can’t have that. 

His bicep curls around your throat and he pulls you up, his chest pressed against your back. Careful not to restrict your breathing, he supports your body with his other arm wrapped around your waist. His pace doesn’t falter. His eyes never leave the sight of you in the mirror. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and he can hear those precious cries, sung right into his ear. Your hands find purchase on his forearm, little red lines following the rake of your nails. The light glints off of your wedding ring, the diamond refracting shimmers on your fingers. 

It damn near sends him over the edge. 

“My pretty little wife,” He grunts, pressing a sloppy kiss to your temple. “Takin’ it so good for me, aren’t you? That’s it… that’s my good girl.” 

The praise ignites something in you. He can see it in your eyes. You work your hips back against him, meeting every thrust with a greediness that has fire singing in his blood. Goosebumps follow his touch as his hand skirts down your belly. You whimper his name as his fingers brush your clit. Every swipe of his fingertips makes you jerk and shudder against him. It doesn’t matter how much you squirm. He isn’t letting you out of this until you’re so fucked out you can’t remember your own name. 

You can barely choke out a warning that you’re close, but he doesn’t need it. He can tell. He knows your body better than his own. Every quiver, every hitched breath, every sharp moan tells him he’s almost got you there. He fucks you through the crashing wave of euphoria, reveling in the wet gush that coats his thighs. He buries himself deep, his hips flush against your ass as he fills you with his cum. 

Javier holds you there for a moment. He can feel the rapid flutter of your heart where his arm is pressed to your throat. You cling to him as your breathing evens out. 

“I love you, Mrs. Peña.” He murmurs in your ear. 

You huff out a laugh, a teasing lilt in your voice. “I love you too, Mr. Peña”

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier peña smut #javier pena smut #javier peña x reader smut #sinful sunday

[ivymarquis]

Sin Sunday WIP

idk what the cool kids are calling it here have another segment of WYW PT III which theoretically should be finished sometime this week

Placed under the cut. Contains A/B/O, Kidnapping, Stockholmn Syndrome, and the vibe is extremely dubby.

“Jacob Im sorry- Im so sorry, I dont know why I did that. I dont want to go back please don’t let them take me,” her finger let up off the button to see if he answered. 

The further Rook traveled north, the hotter she got which was not (she was fairly certain at least) what was supposed to be happening. The air was stifling, her clothes clinging to her damped sk- oh son of a bitch. 

Realization gave way to panic once more, the panic making her desperate. “Jacob please Im so sorry I won’t do it ever again,” her voice was higher pitched, and at this point she was babbling to get a response from him. Whether she meant she wouldn’t reject his attempts to court her going forward or just wouldn’t engage in her typical “whatever it took to spite him” behavior she’d happily engaged in. “I'll be good, Jacob; I’ll be so good for you, I promise. Just please answer, I’ll do anything.”

Tears welled in her eyes. Rook was groveling at this point, her voice a hair’s breath away from becoming a broken sob. She had only the vaguest concept of time and knew her heat was coming but between the stress of Jacob ripping her out of the Veteran’s Center and then her quest to get back to him, her body apparently had decided that going into heat was the appropriate response. 

Her body was literally calling out for an Alpha who wasn’t here. Trying to entice him to find her. To drag her back to her nest.

Only problem with that was it was a double edged sword just as sharp as her pride- her scent was changing and leaving a trail that would lead any Alpha straight to her. 

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it sweetheart?” Jacob’s voice crackled out from the radio in her hand. 

Her body’s reaction was immediate to the sound of his voice, not understanding that her Alpha wasn’t nearby.

“You remember how you finished on my cock even while my hand was wrapped around your throat cutting off your air, Pup?”

Rook staggered to the ground, another wave of heat washing over her at the reminder. 

The blind fear that he might end up killing her had been absolutely surreal, the orgasm mind-numbing for something given outside of a heat cycle. 

“Answer me.” His tone was clipped and left no room for argument.

“Yes, I remember,” she responded, not sure where this was leading other than getting her worked up. She’d passed out after, didn’t remember anything. 

“You fainted after. I told you something then, something I don’t expect you to remember now- told you I’d be fine with you lying to yourself and protecting your sweet little ego. That I knew turning your back on the “resistance” would be one tough pill to swallow, and I was willing to be patient about it.”

The inaction of the resistance in the past year to even attempt to save her had certainly cured that little problem. Rook hadn’t even realized how angry she was until it had finally clicked that no one had come for her.

“But,” his voice chimed again. Rook shifted her thighs, waiting, “we’re not doing that anymore. You want to be here, you act like it. No more pretending you’re being held against your will here. I’ll be here waiting, Omega. You come here under your own volition and then we’ll talk.”

She’d crawl across a field of shattered glass on her hands and knees if that’s what he wanted her to do, but even with her heat addled brain she had enough sense to know that showing up to St. Francis would be one of the worst ideas possible in her state. 

“I can’t.” She choked on the words- didn’t want to deny her Alpha (especially after her little spiel about how she’d be so good and do anything for him) but couldn’t come up with an alternative. 

“Why?” It was the best possible response for her to get from him. At least he’d answered her. 

“I started going into heat as soon as I started running from the Whitetails.”

#sin sunday #jacob seed x deputy #wip wednesday #far cry 5 fanfiction #ABO verse #my writing #rook yells at eli because I will never not be mad about the fact eli is a lil bitch #the friends in the fc5 discord have already seen most of this so now Im sharing with the rest of the class

[midkoto]

rabbit hole Sunday

#honkai star rail #sunday HSR #sunday star rail #his name makes it so difficult to find content sometimes #like i am there scrolling through sunday wishes of Karen #it feels sinful to strip him #rui art

[sunflowersteves]

Smut where the reader is shy in bed and steve makes her ride him. He's just praising her as she chases her orgasm. Only to flip her over when she stops out of frustration when she can't reach her high

omg stopppp I love this!!! join sin sunday <3

smut below!! 18+ only

Steve decided to change the tune tonight and asked if you could ride him. you were much shyer in bed than he was, but you were eager to try it.

“wanna try ridin’ me, sweetheart? Wanna feel my cock so deep—”

Steve was the best partner you had ever had. He attended to your needs like no one else and made you dizzy for more. “I’ll try anything for you, pretty boy.” You shyly nod, sinking his cock into your juicy pussy.

“F-Fuck, sweet girl, you’re squeezin’ my cock. f-fuckin’ love this pussy—”

you start bouncing up and down on his throbbing cock, small moans leaning your mouth. he’s watching himself disappear inside of you, “fuck—look at you, hun, takin’ my cock so fuckin’ well. so so pretty—”

Even though Steve is filling you up to the brim, you can’t find that spot—that certain spot. You’re trying to grind yourself against his hips, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

He lets out a moan, sticky juices running down his thigh—a mixture of you both. He’s smirking a little and watched as your frustration to feel that little spot is growing.

A whine escapes your lips as you feel him twitch inside you, “awe, baby, are you havin’ trouble? Can’t cum, pretty girl?”

before you even answer, he’s flipping you over. he throws your legs carelessly over his shoulder. His cock is ramming into your tight hole—piercing through that spongey spot that makes you moan.

He’s folding you up like a damn tortilla with a hand caressing your cheek, “Fuckin’ cum, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. Yeah, that’s it, baby—fuck—can-can feel you squeezin’ me. Please, need to feel you, baby—”

#sin sunday༊*·˚ #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #smut #Steve harrington smut #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things smut #stranger things fluff #steve harrington fluff

[songbirds-sweet]

happy sinful sunday cassie <3

#sin sunday

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

7, 14, and 29

Sexual Sunday Headcanon Questions!

7. What are your muse’s kink(s)?

Dominant and submissive his biggest kink (besides Uchuha's standard breeding kink). He is usually the dominant one and the sight of his submissive partner who enjoys that is all he wants.

14. Has your muse ever called or considered calling up someone for a booty call?

He never did that, I don't think he ever will he is just not that type.

29. Does your muse like going into sex shops alone? With a friend? Not at all? Have somebody else do it for them?

He goes alone. First, he doesn't feel comfortable with someone looking over his choices. Second, how is he supposed to surprise his partner if they go together it spoils all fun

#followrpmadness #ask answered #sin sunday

[doumadono]

(Since you wanted me here so much! HERE I AM BESTIE!)

🍑For Sinful Sunday🍆

I am thinking about Hawks and well... he is a bird yeah?

So how about Hawks going into his spring season??? Him being all nice and sweet, giving his s/o little gifts, him LITERALLY building a nest... ONLY TO FUCK IN THERE FOR DAYS! Until his pretty mate is tired and full of seed to the point it's leaking out. Of cours it's not like he is done just yet 😏😏😏

(Hoenstly... idk what I am doing here! Love you gurl!)

SINFUL SUNDAY

Spring was the mating season for birds, and you could likely guess how it affected Keigo. During this time, he constantly felt a fiery heat, and his sexual desire became noticeably heightened.

"It's spring," he moaned. His hips surged forward, making you gasp around his thick shaft, his reddened tip hit the back of your throat again as you were giving him the head.

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming his cock down your throat, his pace rough and rapid, almost primal.

Did he mean it was mating season? You had indeed observed other avian-like traits in him lately — those little trinkets he proudly displayed on his desk at work, the absent-minded whistling as he strolled through the office. Yet, you never thought mating season could be among them!

His words tumbled out hastily, almost strained, as if forming complete sentences was far beyond him. His rut had utterly consumed him. “Fuck, gonna cum soon.” His pace quickened as his entire length was being forced down your tight throat. His wings trembled and unfolded as he cum into your mouth.

The instant his taste met your tongue, an involuntary moan escaped you.

"Fuck, dove. I need you, right now," he growled, his lips brushing against yours as he helped you up to your feet. His hand ventured between you, shifting your underwear aside as two fingers delved into your dripping warmth. Another guttural growl escaped his lips. "Oh, fuck, I gotta fuck you. So incredibly wet," he murmured, pushing you down on the bed that looked rather like a huge nest with all those pillows and blankets, his hand wrapping around his aching cock, pumping it several times, gliding it between your slick folds to immerse it in your intoxicating wetness shortly after. Hawks aligned himself with your entrance, impelling himself entirely inside you with one fluid motion. Your gasp of pleasure was truly a music to his ears. He began pounding into you relentlessly, filling the air with an unmistakably lewd and wet squelching sounds. "Oh, oh, fuck!" He clung to your hips with an intensity that hinted at marks to come, and his fervent kisses trailed from your cheek down to the pulse point on your neck, each one growing increasingly passionate and sloppy. "You belong to me," he panted, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy. "All mine," his voice, drenched in overwhelming desire, reverberated with a deep, primal hunger.

Your cunt clinched against him as your head lolled back on the pile of pillows.

Hawks deftly angled his hips, hitting that spongy, sensitive spot deep within you, and in an instant, your climax devoured you. Your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing dick, creating a frothy white ring at the base. "Oh, Keigo, yes!"

This was sufficient to push him over the brink too. His hips spasmed against yours as he released his hot semen deep within you. "Ah, fuck! My sexy baby bird," Hawks grunted, laying on top of you. "Took all of my seed so well. Hope you'll get round with my offspring soon."

#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥 #sinful sunday #mha smut #bnha smut #my hero academia smut #anime smut #smutty smut smut #smutty blurb #asked and answered #sinful sunday anon #anonymous #divider by cafekitsune #hawks smut #keigo takami smut #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x reader smut

[freelancearsonist]

riding marc spector after he’s had a hard mission and he holds onto your hips and fucks up into you when he gets close 🙈

OKAY YEAH YES THIS IS THE VIBE

like he's stressed and exhausted and all you want to do is make him feel better and remind him that he's okay, that he's here and nothing's going to take him away from you

so you climb into his lap and make a meal of it, kissing him until his head spins before unbuckling his belt and helping him shove his pants down just enough to get his cock out

and you tease just a little bit, stroking him so lightly that it makes him actually growl and nearly demand you hop on

you're not one to deny him so you do, sinking down onto every delicious inch of him and you stop once he's all the way in your cunt to adjust, but marc is needy. the soaking heat of you is driving him crazy and he can't stand the thought of you not moving for even a second so he anchors you in place and pounds up, literally just holding you over him like a toy for him to fuck and fill with his spend 😌

needless to say you definitely accomplish your mission by the time you've drained his balls--he's so far out of his head he doesn't even remember what the mission was about

#clarke answers #sinful sunday #marc spector x reader #marc spector headcanon #marc spector smut #moon knight x reader