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hi! omg can i request a dom regulus black trying to keep the reader quiet in his dorm room late at night?? thanks so much <33

"Hush, Kitten"

Regulus Black x Reader

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not sure if this is 100% what you were wanting n its honestly weird writing this cos i imagine regulus being so soft behind closed doors lol but i promise ill have some reggie fluff out soon also

not proof read and this is not my finest work lol sorry !

warnings: domxsub relationship, choking, humiliation(?), rough sex

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You tapped on the wooden door lightly, your tummy growing tight with nervousness as you made sure not to be too loud. You hadn’t seen Regulus in 3 days and you were growing needy. Regulus opened the door swiftly and furrowed his eyebrows into a frown when he saw you standing there.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He huffed, pulling you into his dorm by the forearm and closing the door quickly. “No one saw you come in, right?”

You shook your head no. Regulus was pretty stubborn about your agreement: no one can know that you guys are hooking up and only he can decide when you were to see each other.

“Well what is it?” Regulus asked as if you were dumb, sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs spread, resting on his hands behind him.

“I-I was just wondering if-” You began but he quickly cut you off.

“Don't act dumb, kitten.” He said as if he was amused. Your cheeks heated as you stood in front of him.

“It's been 3 days.” You finally said clearly, hinting at what you wanted.

“Use your words, Y/N.” Regulus held out his hand and you walked forward towards him. You took his hand and he guided you onto his lap.

“I need you.” You mumbled. You sat sideways on his lap as his hand rested on your thigh, his cold rings sending goosebumps down your bare skin.

“Merlin, you are so fucking needy.” He scoffed. “You think you can just walk in here and get my cock whenever you like?”

You could tell your cheeks were bright pink as you avoided eye contact.

“Answer me, kitten.” He grabbed your jaw harshly and turned your face to look at him. You shook your head no but he simply raised his eyebrows at you.

Before you had a second to think, he had lifted you and thrown you backwards onto the bed. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you watched Regulus pull his black shirt over his head before crawling on top of you.

“Such a little slut for my cock, huh?” He grumbled in your ear before kissing your neck harshly. You nodded your head desperately as the throbbing grew in your lower abdomen. “Wandering to my room in the middle of the night because you’re so desperate for a quick fuck, huh kitten?”

Regulus’ hand gripped on to your underwear and pulled it down your legs before pushing your skirt up your waist.

“Already so wet for me too.” He hummed. “What made you so wet?”

“You, Regulus.” You moaned out, desperate for his touch.

His thumb came into contact with your clit, circling it lightly causing your legs to shake slightly. You let out a cry of pleasure as he knew all the right spots.

“Quiet, kitten.” He mumbled and you obeyed. Your breath was heavy as you tried to stop the moans from surpassing your lips.

Regulus took his fingers away from you before quickly unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down, not bothering to take them off completely.

You felt his hard cock brush against your entrance and you let out another cry of pleasure.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Regulus huffed. He grabbed you by the throat, his hair falling on to your forehead as he got close to you. “Stay fucking quiet.”

You nodded your head with wide eyes as he returned to his position between your legs. He pushed himself in you and you couldn't help but let out a low moan as the tension that had been building the past few days released itself.

He didn’t wait long before pounding himself into you, his soft moans and breaths pouring out into your ear.

You were trying so hard to stay quiet but your mind was growing fuzzy and you couldn’t help but focus on the way his cock hit all the right spots inside of you, the way his pubic bone hit against your clit every time he pounded against you and the way the veins in his neck tensed.

Moans spilled from your mouth as you could feel yourself reaching your high but Regulus only grew more frustrated.

“Shut your fucking mouth, no need for everyone to hear what a fucking cockslut you are for me.” He huffed, bringing up one of his hands and putting his pointer and middle finger in your mouth causing you to gag.

Everytime you stifled a moan he would push his fingers down further, causing tears to brim at your eyes as you continued to choke.

“Aw, can you not handle it, baby?” Regulus mocked you as he fucked you harder, only causing you to cry out louder. You could tell he was close as his thrusts grew sloppier.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, needing his hand to steady himself to continue his pace.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer, you were a moaning mess as you were so close to your high.

“Shit.” He mumbled to himself. Regulus continued to pound into you but brought his lips up to yours as a last resort, shoving his tongue down your throat and kissing you passionately to hide the noise.

Your hands reached up to his dark brown curls and your fingertips got tangled in the mess. You knew he hated any form of affection but you were past the point of caring.

You could tell how frustrated he was getting at this, breathing heavily down his nose and thrusting harder into you out of frustration. He separated your lips and instead brought his hand up to your mouth, covering your lips with his palm. You didn’t care anymore as you felt yourself reach your high, moans vibrating against his palm as your walls tightened around him. Your legs were shaking as he followed your high, groaning as he came inside you.

His body fell next to yours lazily as he pushed his hair out of his face.

You both caught your breath next to one another as you turned to face him. You knew you were in trouble, but it was worth it.

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pairing: regulus black x reader.

song inspiration: eyes don't lie by isabel larosa.

author's note: screaming, crying, throwing up. if regulus looked at me like that, i'd be wetter than the black lake. please enjoy my darlings 🤎

The first symptom reared its ugly head early Monday morning. 

You were in the Great Hall eating breakfast with James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter when your skin suddenly felt like you were being engulfed by fiendfyre. The burning heat spread through your entire body, making you feel flushed and flustered. Your fork clattered against the table while you wiped the sweat off of your brow with clammy hands. 

“Are you feeling alright, love?” asked Sirius. 

You shook your head, fanning yourself. “Does anyone else feel hot all of a sudden? It feels like I’m getting burned alive.”

The boys shook their heads. Remus laid the back of his hand against your forehead. “You’re burning up, Y/N. I think you might be pitching a fever.” 

James pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and squinted. “Moony’s right. You’re sweating profusely and you look a bit peaked.” 

Peter nodded in agreement. “It might be that new dragon flu that’s going around. Maybe you should head back to the dorms, Y/N.” 

“I can’t miss class. There’s an assignment due in Transfiguration.” 

Just then, a violent cramp seized your lower abdomen. You gripped the edge of the dining table so hard that you felt the wood splinter underneath your palm. Padfoot’s eyes widened at the appearance of your claws. It had only been a month since Sirius helped you summon your Animagus form and while you still had much to learn, you’ve never lost control like this before. 

You needed to get out of there. Transforming into a giant snow leopard in the middle of the Great Hall would be very, very bad. 

“Don’t worry about McGonagall,” Sirius said in a stern voice. “We’ll cover for you. Now come on, I’ll walk you back to your room.” 

Fortunately, you managed to reach Gryffindor tower with no other incidents. After Sirius escorted you back to your dorm, he barred the door with magic and promised to check up on you after class. 

The cramps only worsened. It felt like someone had buried a dagger into your stomach and was now twisting and turning it as they pleased. You doubled over in pain and clutched the poster of your canopy bed before curling up into a ball in the middle of your mattress. Not even your period cramps compared to this torment. 

When you thought it couldn’t get any worse, an overwhelming ache blossomed between your thighs and made you groan with need. You twisted in your sheets and pressed your legs together to counteract the wave of lust coursing through your veins, but it only made it worse. You felt empty and hollow and the overwhelming desire to be filled was the only thing you could think about.

This was different from the surge of adolescent hormones that you had grown so familiar with. The desire was a living thing, sinking its claws into your very being. You felt feral, animalistic. 

You burrowed into your pillows, your breaths growing ragged as you tried to regain control. A demanding knock against your door broke your concentration. You sniffed the air, whining softly as the intoxicating scent of eucalyptus, bergamot, and sandalwood overpowered your heightened senses. A part of you recalled the warning Sirius left you with. You were not, under any circumstances, supposed to open the door unless it was him or one of the boys on the other side, but the temptation was too strong. 

As the knocks grew more insistent, the scent shifted into something sharper. You felt yourself drawn to it and before long, you were opening the door to satiate your curiosity. The person standing on the other side made your stomach lurch. 

“Regulus,” you said through gritted teeth. The very presence of the younger Black brother made your entire body shake as you contended against the urge to transform. It was a losing battle. You could feel your canines elongating, making your gums feel sore and achy. “Now is not a good time.” 

In fact, it was the worst bloody fucking time. On a normal day, you could barely tolerate Regulus. His surly attitude and cutting glare certainly left little to be desired. Then there was the matter of his falling out with Sirius, which only served to heighten the tension between you. When Professor McGonagall chose to make you partners, you at least attempted to keep things civil. Whatever was going on between your best friend and his younger brother was none of your business, but Regulus had practically made it impossible to stay impartial. 

You had never met a broodier, haughtier, snootier arsehole than Regulus Arcturus Black. The pureblood prick acted like he was a prince amongst peasants just because he happened to be born into the right bloodline. Yet a muggleborn like yourself had managed to take the top spot in every class. A spot that previously belonged to him. 

To be expected, Regulus wasn’t the least bit pleased about this. He was even less thrilled when McGonagall tasked him to drop off the latest lecture notes so that you wouldn’t fall behind in class. If she hadn’t threatened to deduct points from his house for refusing, Regulus would’ve never set foot in the godforsaken lion’s den.

He pushed his way inside, not bothering to wait for a proper invitation. “Here are the notes from class,” Regulus stated stiffly. “We’re required to transform a thimble into a thestral. I suggest you read up. I’ll not have you dragging me down just because you fancied playing hooky for the day.” 

“I’m not skipping for the bloody hell of it,” you snapped. “If I had a choice, I would be in class not doubled over in pain—” 

Regulus caught you just before you hit the ground. The dizzy spell had come out of nowhere, nearly knocking you to the floor from the sheer force of its effects. As Regulus snaked his arm around your waist, you almost wished it had. His scent hit you all at once. You whimpered as he tucked you against his side, feeling the heat of his touch even under all your layers of clothing. 

The ringing in your ears subsided enough for you to hear the panic in Regulus’ voice. “Y/N, can you hear me? Are you alright?” 

You pushed him off with what little strength remained in your body. “Thank you for the notes, but I’d appreciate it if you left.”

“No,” Regulus said. 

“What do you mean, no?

“I mean, no. Do you want to hear it in French? Non.” 

You frowned, clutching your stomach. The cramps were starting again, but it was different this time. The ache in your lower abdomen was excruciating and your current proximity to Regulus only seemed to make it worse. The slickness between your thighs certainly didn’t help the matter. It was humiliating, plain and simple. 

“Get the fuck out, Regulus!” 

Regulus caught your wrist. His fingers felt like ice against your overheated skin. “You don’t want that, darling. Not when I’m the only person who can help.”

“You know what’s wrong with me?” 

He sighed. “Of course my brother would convince you to turn without thinking about the side effects. Classic Sirius, honestly.” You glared at him to get on with it. “You’re in heat, Y/N.” 

You grimaced. There was no way in Godric’s green earth. “Like…a cat?” 

Regulus smirked. “Is that what you transform into, little kitten?” You pursed your lips, which caused him to roll his eyes. “Please, I know your merry band of misfits have all conjured an animagus form. There’s no use hiding it. So what are you? A fuzzy little Persian cat?” 

“No,” you said rather haughtily. Did he have to be so irritating? “My form is a snow leopard.” 

“Still a kitten,” he responded with a shit eating grin. “The same rules apply. You’ll be in heat for at least a week, mon chaton.” 

“You mean I have to suffer for seven whole days? This is hell. It feels like my uterus is being ripped apart. How am I supposed to endure this pain for an entire week?”

“Well, there are ways to find relief.” 

“What kind of ways?” 

Regulus gave you a knowing look. “You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can figure it out. What’s the purpose of heat?” 

“Reproduction,” you answered almost instantly. The realization left your mouth before your brain could even process it. Oh, you have got to be kidding. This was some sort of cruel joke. For Merlin’s fucking sake! This was horrifying. Downright humiliating. “You can’t possibly mean…” 

The grin on the stupid twat’s face was growing wider by the second. “You don’t necessarily have to have sex,” he said in an amused tone. “An orgasm will do. I’m sure you can manage that with your fingers, can’t you princess?”

You swallowed thickly. “I—I’ve never—“ 

Was it possible to die from embarrassment? Discussing the details of your sex life would’ve been humiliating under any circumstance, but this? Standing here, telling Regulus fucking Black what you were about to tell him, this was truly rock bottom.

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.” 

“No!” you snapped. You’ve had your fair share of experience in that department, no matter how awkward they might’ve been. “I’ve had sex, I just haven’t…”

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” Regulus said, entirely perplexed. “Not even once?” 

You crossed your arms defensively, which turned out to be a big mistake. On top of everything else that you were already suffering through, your breasts now felt sore and sensitive. 

“No,” you conceded with a sigh. “I don’t need you judging me for it either, so if you’re quite done then please get the bloody hell out of my dorm.” 

It may have been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn that Regulus softened just a little bit. He at least loosened his grip on your wrist, rubbing up your arm in a gesture that might’ve been soothing if it weren’t coming from him. 

“I’m not judging you. If anything, I’m judging whoever it is that failed to make you finish. It’s quite rude to leave a lady unsatisfied.” 

“What would you even know about satisfying a woman, Regulus?”

“Trust me, darling. I know plenty.” Your cheeks heated as he traced circles on your forearm. “Tell me, kitten. Have you ever touched yourself?” 

The conversation should have ended there. You should’ve put a stop to it. But this bloody fucking heat was doing strange things to your body. Your hormones were out of control and Regulus was standing way too close for comfort. So close that you could see the little golden flecks in his emerald eyes. So close that one of his curls was tickling your cheek. So close that those full, pillowy lips were mere inches away from your own. 

He smirked when your gaze dipped down to his mouth. “My eyes are up here, Y/N and I asked you a question. The polite thing to do is answer.” 

“Since when have you ever cared about being polite?” 

“I don’t, but I think you and I are playing a very dangerous game here and I quite enjoy sparring with you, ma cherie.” Regulus tilted your chin up and cradled your jaw. “So, have you or have you not touched yourself?” 

You glared up at him defiantly; a last ditch effort to keep your dignity intact. “No,” you said with your head held high. “I’ve never touched myself and I’ve never had an orgasm. Are you happy now, Regulus?” 

“Quite the opposite,” he murmured. Regulus caressed your bottom lip with his thumb and tilted his head back to study you. His eyes were almost black when they flickered back up to meet yours. “I could teach you.” 

“You want to teach me how to…” 

“Masturbate. Wank. Get yourself off?” Regulus listed matter-of-factly. “Yes. Yes, I do, ma chérie.”

It should’ve been a no-brainer. This was a terrible, horrible fucking idea. An absolute hot mess that would yield calamitous results, but the ache in your core was too painful to ignore and you were willing to try just about anything to find relief. Including trusting someone you absolutely loathed. 

“Fine. You can teach me, but that’s it. None of this goes any further than that.” 

Regulus smirked. “I won’t touch you, princess. Not until you beg me to.” 

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “So?” 

He nodded behind you. “Get on the bed.” 

That was easy enough. You crawled into your mattress and sat cross legged on top of your sheets. “Not like that. Lie down on your back and take those ghastly pajamas off.” 

Arsehole. You happened to like your red and gold striped bottoms, but to be fair, they were in the way. The mattress dipped beneath him as Regulus positioned himself at the very edge of the bed. He leaned against the wooden poster, his gaze transfixed on the sight before him. 

“I wouldn’t have taken you as a red lace lingerie type of girl, mon chaton.” You frowned in response, which only made him chuckle. “As pretty as those panties are, you’ll need to take them off as well.” 

You hesitated, hooking your thumb over the waistband of your knickers. Regulus raised a brow as if he were challenging you to back out. Like he half-expected you to be too scared to continue. He seriously underestimated that infamous brashness that Gryffindors were so well known for. 

He inhaled sharply as you slipped out of your panties and tossed the discarded lace next to him. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.” 

For once, you kept silent and did what you were told. Regulus nodded tightly. “Wider. Yeah, just like that.” 

“What now?” you asked, trying to keep yourself from blushing at this totally undignified position. You were way past embarrassment now. 

“Run a finger through your folds,” Regulus said, his voice sounding huskier than it did a second ago. He watched with dark eyes as you stroked your core. “Fuck, you’re soaked. I can see it on your fingers.” 

You took a deep breath, feeling that tension coil in your lower abdomen. Every fiber of your being buzzed with lust. “Stroke yourself, kitten. Imagine that it’s someone else touching you.” 

With your eyes closed, you let his voice guide you through the steps. You hated to admit it, but he was good at this. “Use your own slick to make it easier, darling. Gather it before rubbing your clit. That’s it, just like that. There’s a good girl.” 

The words spurred you on, your fingers working that sensitive bundle of nerves to find release. You could feel the budding orgasm. It was spreading through you, setting your teeth on edge. You were close, so close. 

When the momentum dropped, you nearly cried out of frustration. If you thought you were in pain before, this was ten-fold of that. For some reason, there was some sort of mental block that you couldn’t get past. 

You looked up, your lower lip trembling. “I can’t do it. There’s this block and I freeze up and I just can’t do it on my own.” 

Regulus looked unhinged. Like he was going to jump out of his skin any second. You’ve never seen him like this. Anything other than calm and collected was out of character for the youngest Black. 

“Will you help me?” you whispered. To be honest, you weren’t above begging at this point. 

He looked utterly conflicted. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Y/N. You’re in heat. I don’t want to take advantage when you’re in such a vulnerable state.” 

You shook your head. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage. I know I’m hormonal, but oddly enough, I trust you. You know how to keep a secret. Just please, Regulus. I’m in so much pain.” 

Regulus was silent for a moment. He seemed to be in deep contemplation. “Are you absolutely sure?” 

“Yes.” 

“And you’re aware of what you’re asking for and who you’re asking it from?” 

“I am perfectly aware, thank you very much. Is this the most brilliant idea I’ve ever had? Fuck no. Do I still want to do it anyways? Fuck yes.” 

The two of you stared at one another. Regulus clenched his jaw and then unclenched it. Finally, he sighed in resignation. 

“C’mere then.” 

He positioned himself against the headboard, his back pressed up on the wood. Regulus bent his long legs and pulled you against him, your back resting against the solid plane of his chest. You sighed as he rubbed soothing circles upon your skin, his rings kissing your hips with their cold bite. He shuffled behind you, adjusting himself just as you caught a glimpse of the two of you in your vanity mirror. 

Regulus stuck his middle and pointer finger into his mouth, making sure they were nice and wet before he moved them lower. You whimpered as he caressed the inside of your thigh and clutched the sheets as he teased along your crease. When he stroked along your wetness, a choked moan escaped from your lips. 

“Gods, you’re fucking dripping.” His cold breath fanned over your neck just as he plunged his fingers deep within you. “Salazar fucking save me, you’re even tighter than I imagined.” 

His strokes were languid, small ministrations as he buried his fingers inside of you. The cold metal rings that adorned his slender fingers hit your pubic bone every time he thrusted inside of you, but it wasn’t painful. In fact, seeing the Black heirloom ring soaked in your wetness might’ve been the most erotic sight you’ve ever witnessed.

You whimpered as his other hand disappeared underneath your shirt. “Can I touch you here, princess?” 

The sound that came out of you barely sounded human. It was a purr more than anything. Regulus caressed your ribs with his knuckles. “I need words, kitten.” 

“You can touch me, Regulus.” 

Fire skittered along your skin as his hand traveled further up. He palmed you through your bra before he slipped under the fabric and squeezed your breast. Regulus paid equal attention to both of your breasts, admiring the curve and swell of them as he picked up the pace of his fingers. You moaned as he pinched your nipples, which only made you wetter still. 

You fisted his curls in one hand as he curved them inside of you. Regulus chuckled darkly, pleased by your reaction. “Right there? Does that feel good, princess?” 

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, gods that’s perfect.” 

“You’re doing so well, ma cherie. That’s it. Ride my fingers just like that. Feels good, yeah?” 

You nodded, blinking at the image in the mirror. Regulus had his hands all over you, his lips pressed lightly against your neck as he watched his fingers slide in and out of your tight cunt. His eyes caught yours in the reflection, the green completely swallowed by dark pools of lust. 

“Look at you, all spread out for me. You’re fucking exquisite. The little moans you make are enough to drive me mad.” 

“Regulus, please,” you keened. He smirked against your neck and picked up the pace. Your head fell against his shoulder as that familiar tense built. “Oh gods. Oh fuck. Reggie—“

You felt him grip your chin, tilting it towards the mirror. “Don’t close your eyes,” Regulus growled into your ear. “Watch, kitten. Watch as I make you cum.”

When you dragged your gaze upwards, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. You were in a state of disarray, cheeks flushed, hair matted, and lips parted as Regulus pushed you over the edge. His fingers were magic and every stroke unraveled you, hips bucking, back arching, begging for more and more and more. The orgasm rippled through you like a monsoon, completely swallowing you whole. 

“That’s it, princess,” Regulus cooed. “Gods, you’re so fucking pretty when you cum. Darling, you look divine. Je suis raide dingue de toi.”

The comedown had you seeing stars. Behind your eyes was a whole galaxy, a cluster of constellations that you never would’ve reached without him. Regulus had made you cum so hard that your body felt like it was floating through outer space. 

When you finally regained awareness, you were surprised to find Regulus gently brushing your hair back. “How was that, kitten?” 

“That was—you were—fuck.”

“Well said, love. Shakespeare himself would envy your silver tongue.”

He slid his fingers out of you slowly and you tried and failed to suppress the little whine that escaped from the back of your throat. 

Regulus smirked, feeling the way you clenched around his digits in an attempt to keep him in place. He stared at his hand, mesmerized by the arousal dripping off his fingers. You stirred, having every intention to find something that he could clean himself off with. 

“Let me grab you a towel.” 

He gripped your hips in place and looked you straight in the eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips. “No need, princess.” 

Then he sucked, hard. The filthy image was enough to leave you gasping in shock. He lapped up every drop like you were the sweetest delicacy on this earth. Regulus groaned, his eyes rolling back as he savored the taste. The moan that rippled through him would forever be branded into your mind.

For Godric’s fucking sake, the man was downright obscene.

“That should hold you off for the rest of the day,” Regulus said. “You’ll still feel the effects of your heat, but it won’t be as bad. You might even be able to drag yourself down to dinner. If you can manage to walk on such shaky legs.” 

You rolled your eyes, but softened a bit. If it weren’t for him, you would still be in excruciating pain. “Would it be strange to say thank you?” 

Regulus shrugged nonchalantly as though you were merely discussing the weather. “Not strange at all. You’re very welcome, princess.” 

“You’re…” you took a deep breath, like your body was rejecting whatever compliment was forming in your mind. “You’re really good at that.” 

“Yeah? You think so?” 

You quirked a brow. “Fishing for compliments, are we?” 

“The only compliment I need is the sound of you moaning my name,” he said with a smile as he hooked your bra back in place and pulled your shirt back down. “I assure you that I intend to hear plenty of that in the near future. This is just the start.” 

Regulus straightened, trailing his fingers along the sheets before snatching up the red lace underwear you’d thrown at him earlier. He pocketed the lingerie and smirked. 

"You said something earlier," you recalled. "Before I..."

"Before I made you come so hard you saw stars?"

Heat flooded your cheeks at his vulgar choice of words. "Yes. Something in French. That's your native tongue, isn't it?"

"Thinking a lot about my tongue, are you love?"

You ignored the salacious comment. "What did you say?"

A devious smirk tugged at his lips. Regulus pierced you with his gaze, those emerald eyes burning with so much lust that you felt choked with desire.

"It's a secret," he whispered, his voice a deep and rough caress. "If you're good, then maybe you'll find out what my tongue and I have to say."

You rolled your eyes. "You're a pain in the arse, Regulus."

"Find me when you want to play again, princess," Regulus said with a dark chuckle. "I'll be waiting for those claws to come out. See you soon, mon chaton.” 

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Cinephile ♡

Where We Were Meant To Be ꩜ ♡

Love Doctor ♡

Not Strong Enough ꩜ ♡

Birthday Surprise ♡ ꕥ

Technicalities ꩜ ♡ ꕥ

Lucky ꩜ ♡

I Love You, I'm Sorry ꩜ ♡

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Wounds: Physical & Emotional ꩜

Chip Taylor

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Juno(OH) ♡

spencer reid masterlist

smut = ✧ clean (ish) = ♡ angst = ✩

newest to oldest

character archetype one-shot masterlists

shy!media-liaison!reader

bimbo!receptionist!reader

translator!reader

one shots:

✩ we reap what i sow you fight, you burn, you break apart, and then you pull him back in — again and again, as if love is something that can't exist without wreckage

♡ schröndinger’s relationship spencer never needed to define what this was, until you did. now, the box is open, the outcome inevitable, and he has never been so happy to lose an argument.

♡ strictly medical reasons it started as concern. a few check-ins, a handful of visits, just to make sure you were healing. but somewhere along the way, the line between duty and something deeper blurred, and spencer wasn't sure he wanted to redraw it.

♡ green means go spencer got exposed to anthrax, and you're not taking it well. instead of admitting that, you watch him eat terrible hospital jell-o and make fun of his life choices.

♡ reid the room spencer has never met a bad time to discuss aviation disasters. and before your survival instincts can stop you, you're kissing him just to make it stop

♡ dimple deductions when morgan & jj notice spencer reid acting suspiciously happy, they do what they do best — profile him. unfortunately, spencer's biggest tell is your dimples

♡ heart nebula spencer tells you every atom in your body was once part of a star, but you think he's the celestial wonder worth studying.

♡ reading between the lines spencer teaches you how to speed-read

✧ the hypothesis spencer and aaron want your help settling a debate of arousal

✩ pulse points spencer rescues you from a case and has a hard time grappling with his feelings

♡ cinnamon sticks you and spencer are in a secret relationship and the team is this close to figuring you out because spencer just knows too much about you

✩ worth it you help early seasons spencer through a relapse

♡ where hands lead spencer discovers just how much you love his hands and is incessant on teasing you

✩ messy spencer is determined to get you to let him in as your depression takes a bigger hold than you imagined

♡ schoolboy-esque spencer and hotch spend the day competing for your attention

♡ thump, thump in which you and spencer get stuck in a cramped closet together

♡ fangirl you're the newest member and you have a slightest obsession with dr. reid and his works.

✧♡ looking after you you have called off sick for a few days now and spencer has been "looking after you". spencer gets caught red handed when morgan and garcia drop by

✩ ♡ be so stupid you make a mistake while on a case nearly getting spencer killed, morgan has some choice words and spencer is ready to beat his ass over it

✩ ♡ when the swallows come again spencer blames you for maeve’s death…or does he

♡ i want it in ink spencer finds your secret tattoo… with his initials

♡ arachnophobia you compare spencer to a spider in an attempt to flirt

♡ brooding goth!bimbo!reader wants to sketch spencer but he won't stand still!

♡ ✩ beyond the grave spencer fakes his death and comes back into your life like nothing happened

♡ sweater in which you struggle with your body and spencer helps you

✩chloe or sam or sophia or marcus in which spencer choses the drugs over you

♡ sundress season spencer helps you out with some research and gets more than he bargained for

♡ climb you like a tree you tell spencer you’re going to climb him like a tree… not meaning it the way it comes out

✧ framed fascination you wear glasses for the first time

✧ hands, hands and hands spencer and you compare hands

Mundane longing 3.

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Summary: Spencer feels drawn to what little family the reader as made, it makes him think differently of his workspace nemesis but he’s unsure what these feelings are…

Word count: 3.3k

An: hi sorry I’m picking this up again and I’ll try to post a new chapter once a week <3

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The back up was quick to arrive after Spencer called which was immediately after Y/n left the car. Though when daniel tried to make his run and y/n got in the way, he was smart enough to not kill an officer but hit her with his gun on the head as he ran. Just not fast enough.

They got Daniel’s confession of plotting over the victim’s company and an affair with his wife…classic. Y/n had called it apparently and much to Spencer’s displeasure she would rub this in his face for quite a while. Even with a head injury as she sat with legs dangling out of an ambulance pressing on her wound like the medics asked and worked on the injury.

Spencer too kept lingering on the injury closely, as if he’s the medic y/n thought to herself. The band aid was pressed huge on her forehead as Spencer examined it after the medics left “Okay that’s enough” Y/n spoke pushing his concentrated face examining her injury away and proceeded to stand up.

Instantly he sat her down again by her wrists “Do not stand up too fast you’ll get a concussion-”

“Oh and you can prevent that doctor bizarre?” She spoke snorting.

“I can’t but you might just not be able to turn up to the bureau tomorrow. I would have to do the paperwork for our case also I don’t want to be held accountable for your injury, that you caused all by yourself doing something I advised you not to do but you did anyways because of your recklessness.” He explained flashing an ironic smile at her and helped her out of the ambulance, even though she could’ve stood out all on herself.

“But we got the confession! Wait whose theory proved right again? Mine! And whose recklessness got us the confessions? Mine!” Y/n walked in front of him with backward steps to flash her all so victorious face in front of him as they walked towards the car.

She attempted to to open the door to the driver’s seat when Spencer got in her way “Absolutely not. You might have a potential concussion and it’s dark right now believe it or not I’d rather die of old age.” Sighing y/n rolled her eyes and walked to the other side of the car aware he was always so prepared for an argument, she was as well but not as of now. “You’re a reckless driver anyways” Spencer added as the two of the entered the car.

“Just drive.”

Spencer drove the two of them back to y/n’s neighbourhood and most of the ride was just two of them going over each other fault’s on the case, Spencer criticising the stunt she pulled out there, y/n flaunting the success of her side of the theory. It was surprising how shortly the road back to her house leaded, they often lost track of time amongst their constant debates.

Before he pulled up by her house y/n asked him to stop about three blocks down her own house because she had to pickup Julian from his friend’s house. Spencer waited outside in the car as Y/n left, greeted the supposed Julian’s friend’s mom. It was just the later part of the evening around dinner time of suburban houses.

After a while y/n exited the house with Julian in her arms, fast asleep. She opened the door and buckled both her and Julian even though her house was just three blocks down “Pick me up by 10 y/n” she whispered to Spencer chuckling in a mocking of the Julian’s voice. “Guess fake sword fight is tiring enough.”

Reaching her house Spencer was the first one to get out of his seat while y/n unfastened her seat belt Spencer walked around to her seat opening the door for her, he gestured to pick up Julian from her arms but she shrugged her shoulders implying it was alright. “You’ve got a injury, let me” he whispered as y/n gave in. He held Julian in his arms gently holding his torso and supporting the back of the 7 year old’s head with his free hand as Julian’s face settled by the crook of his neck still sound asleep. It wasn’t very often that Spencer would help her out this way, she recalled how he wouldn’t even hold the door for her, he’d shut the door right before she was about to enter the room (she did the same), never once brought her coffee even if he fitted 4 in his hands, probably never even passed her a paperweight. Maybe a little band aid comes with perks she thought as she opened the main door to her house.

With silent steps through scattered toys in the living room careful not to wake up Julian, she guided Spencer through the stairs to Julian’s room. Spencer took in her house as he hadn’t been much further than her living room and office room, the stairway walls were covered with pictures most of them of Julian and of y/n. Pictures of Julian as a baby to his first day of school and some Disneyland trips, arcade, Halloween, Christmas. Some older faces he gathered would be y/n’s parents and others of her family there were even a few pictures from the bau. He let out a low chuckle at her high school photo “That’s you?” He spoke in a hushed tone.

“Shut up.” She glared at him because obviously he found her younger self in her roller blades phase amusing. They reached Julian’s room and Spencer gently placed him on his spaceship themed bed with themed covers. Y/n crouched down to pull the blanket over him kissing the top of his forehead she turned on the night lamp on the side. Spencer observed the very expressive room of Julian as well as a profiler that habit didn’t leave him much. One side of it was forest themed and the other had newer objects of astronomy obsession all around. The curious young minds of a million phases.

Once again reaching downstairs Spencer took his leave since he had to get back to his own house and the night was settling. “I will see you tomorrow” he spoke as y/n leaned on her doorframe seeing him off. “We still have the paperwork left so don’t be late I won’t be doing your part…again.”

“As if you’ve ever covered for me” y/n scoffed as he got inside his car and waved at him one last time as his car pulled out of her driveway.

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The very next day Y/n entered the BAU announcing very cheerily about the case, who got it right, receiving scoffs from Spencer like always. Emily wasn’t sure if the plan to put them both on a case together might’ve worked or not “At least they didn’t kill one another. Cheers to that” JJ commented raising the cup she had in her hands.

“Don’t get too smug we still have paper work for the case left and I’d be delighted to write how partner irresponsible went completely against what I advised and got herself a head injury!” He added smiling at her pridefully because she was the one who got herself hurt. He’d already told Emily that y/n forgot her gun prior to a stakeout. Snitch.

“If I remember correctly partner irresponsible was the partner who cracked most of the case so well…” her voice trailed off as she tilted her head at Spencer and he rushed to his defence.

“Cracked the case? I’m sorry I’ve only been working alongside you on the case for the past whole week that’s way too much use of singular nouns y/l/n.”

“And you didn’t believe me until we had the confession you want to go there—“

“What do you mean didn’t believe you? Do you just expect me to take your word on cases without no input of—“

This was a usual bau morning. Both of the brightest FBI agents fighting like kindergarteners “Alright alright that’s enough” Emily stopped the ongoing debate of who was more efficient on the case between the two of them and parted them.

The team worked on the new class like always until before lunch break when y/n and Spencer continued on their paper work for their joint case, it took much longer than the rest of their paper case because it involved less clashes. Amidst the work y/n got a call and she hurriedly packed her table to leave, “Where are you going? We still need to deliver these to the next unit.” Spencer asked looking up from his desk.

“I really need to leave can’t you do that yourself?” Y/n spoke focused on finding her keys on the desk.

“We are partners on this case remember so yeah absolutely not.” He amused relaxing further into his seat. “Cant you leave during lunch break it’s almost time.” He’d marked how she often didn’t have lunches at bau but now that he knew of Julian it was quick to gather she’d pick him from school, have lunch with him and return back. Surprisingly she was always on time so always in a hurry but her body language seemed rather stressed as she moved stuff from her desk.

“You know what? Take the papers come with me we’ll drop them off at the unit later it’s Julian’s school there’s an emergency.” She spoke with a distressed demeanour hurrying her way as Spencer got up gathering their joint paper work like she asked him to.

“What happened is everything alright?” He concerned as they walked to her car, she was pacing much faster than usual.

“I don’t know they just called me and told me I’m needed there…urgently!” She exhaled trying to calm her nerves as they buckled to leave. Spencer was sure he hadn’t sat in the passenger seat much tensed as y/n drove quite past the speed limit.

They reached the school and it was almost a bit before the school was supposed to be over since the school buss and the pick up parents were already in their place, plus it was near to their lunch time at bau so Spencer gathered that. The two of them walked through the hallways of the school to the principal’s office and found Julian sitting outside, with crossed arms. Spencer also noticed another kid sitting across him just as upset.

“Julian!” Y/n called out and rushed to him, bending on both of her knees as she scanned the boy for any injuries “What happened?”

“I got into a fight with Tyler” the boy replied with a downcast look as if he was embarrassed for what was about to come.

“It’s okay are you hurt anywhere?” Y/n cooed as he shook his head before she could be briefed more the door to the principal’s office opened as she stood up. “Stay here” she told Spencer as he took a seat next to Julian on the little bench.

“What happened buddy?” Spencer asked him softly as the boy huffed dramatically sitting forward.

“You see Tyler over there?” He whispered back to Spencer “He is always fighting with me. Always. Today Miss Rosie decided to sit the two of us together so we would stop fighting. During recess he stole one of my Oreos and y/n only packs me two!” He exclaimed shrugging his shoulders at Spencer.

“Well isn’t it a good habit to share?” Spencer spoke raising his brows at Julian but he had a resort for that too.

“It is! But he never wants to share the carrots or the spinach he always just steals the Oreos! He does it to everyone! We had an argument after snack time again and he circled all his friends and wasn’t letting it go! So I tried moving past him but he fell…all on his own! I didn’t even push him he wasn’t even hurt but he lied and told everyone I pushed him!” He explained to Spencer very defensively and he took note of his his brows furrowed together just like y/n’s, most of behaviourism habits amongst kids start at home. It looked almost resembling to y/n’s for Julian it was alright but y/n was always this dramatic.

Before Spencer could hear more of that the school bell rang as the kids flooded out of their classrooms along with y/n out of the principal’s office with supposedly Tyler’s mom given how she walked to the other kid with a cross look on her face.

Before y/n could greet her goodbye she left with Tyler rolling her eyes. Sighing y/n looked down at Julian as he held her hand to walk outside. “Come on” she told both of them flatly as they exited the building.

The ride back was completely silent, at least for a moment. Y/n kept looking back at Julian through the rear view mirror as he looked outside the window, acting clueless. “You pushed him?” She amused scoffing with a surprise, finally breaking the silence.

“I did NOT, he held the door to our class with all his friends and wasn’t letting me go!” Julian replied folding his arms.

“So you pushed him?!” Y/n asked again with her eyes on the road but she looked at Julian through the mirror, “And over what? What did you even fight about?”

“Everyone in my class knows you’re the big police-“ Julian began but Spencer couldn’t help interrupting at the term ‘big police’

“Uh what is big police?” He questioned but y/n replied for him shortly.

“FBI is the big police for him.”

“Because it is y/n! I told him you got hurt by your head fighting off the bad guys and everyone thought that was so cool! But because you told Jake’s mom in the morning what actually happened everyone laughed at me why did you do that!” He exclaimed turning around the blame.

“Wow-wow!” Y/n gasped surprised “Why did you lie?” She emphasised on you “I told you I was doing the laundry last night and the edge of the machine hit my head-that’s what happened and that’s what I told jake’s mom because she asked me!” It was infact a lie and Julian’s theory if only to look cool, was right but Spencer knew that and he looked at y/n confused. She gave him a slight nod meaning she’d explain later and he wasn’t the one to burst her lie as it is she would’ve surely thought something behind telling Julian another story.

“That sounds lame! Being the big police fighting bad guys makes you sound so much cooler. Jake told Tyler what you told his mom and you weren’t that cool anymore!” He waved his hands in the air resting them at the sides of his seat.

“Well Julian you know we don’t lie so there’s that…” she explained to him as her voice trailed off.

“And for the record I did not push him! He fell because of him and wasn’t even hurt but he blamed me—also he called you fake!”

“Called me fake?” Y/n asked confused on what that implied even though she wasn’t as interested in first grader’s insults but it mattered to Julian.

“He said FBI stands for fake bad investigation police!” Julian spoke and Spencer couldn’t help but smile at that and remained silent as the scene unfolded in front of him.

“What? I’ve told you what FBI means what does it matter?” She spoke unable to smile herself at how creative first graders were.

“I know and I told him thousand million times that it stands for French stick beauty of investigation.”

“Forensic bureau of investigation.” Both y/n and Spencer corrected him at the same time as he nodded sure that, his pronunciation was the correct one. “Either ways Julian, I know you don’t like Tyler but if you try and be nice to him he’ll be your friend in no time!”

“But I don’t want to be his friend!” Julian exclaimed.

“Yeah and he also steals his Oreos!” Spencer added for him as Julian sat forward in his seat agreeing with Spencer who only found this dispute as funny as y/n did but she was the one who had to deal with it of course.

“Don’t.” She spoke to Spencer “No Julian see if you make up your mind you don’t want to be friends with certain people because you got off on the wrong foot you’ll miss out on a lot of great friendships!”

“Then why are you not friends with Spencer?” The boy asked raising both his brows being in the interrogating position now. “He doesn’t seem a meanie to me! You also once called him the s-word.” Y/n often shared talks of her friends and how her days went in Julian’s language the way he would talk to her about his day and Spencer was well…her arch nemesis.

“The S-word?” Spencer fake gasped crossing his arms at y/n.

“S-t-e-w-p-i-d.” Julian whispered to Spencer but y/n heard it too and she was aware the s-word stood for stupid.

“Wow!” This time Spencer was actually shocked “Stupid? Y/n seriously?”

“Come on” she huffed shrugging it off as if she hadn’t said much worse to his face already and likewise “I am friends with Spencer you see even though he doesn’t listen to me often makes my job harder and always picks fights at me he’s still my friend and I’m nice to him.”

“Of course not!” Spencer exclaimed almost instantly “Im the one who’s nice to her she’s always bullying me.” Both his and Julian’s laugh followed as y/n nudged Spencer’s elbow “See! She is my Tyler-always stealing my coffee…rolls my chair everytime she passes by always-“

“Okay okay that was one time but did you know he’s always whining and making up complains about me to Emily?” Y/n defended herself but as their conversation escalated they’d both realised how many similarities their feud had to a dispute between first graders. Maybe the team wasn’t that wrong after all.

Pulling up by her house y/n dropped off Julian as his nanny was already there, she’d told him she’d return for lunch with him right after she drops off the papers to an ‘actual’ police unit and Julian took a note of flaunting about y/n knowing actual police in his school tomorrow.

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As it was just the two of them in the car again Spencer asked “Why did you tell Julian you got hurt by the edge of the washing machine?” He wouldn’t possibly judge her of course he was just curious given Julian preferred the better sounding story anyways.

“It’s a cool story to him now if I tell him I fought off the bad guy, caught a murderer and so on but you know when he grows up I don’t want him to think that I’m in danger with the job I do…once he reaches an age where he understands more he’ll only be afraid about this stuff and I’d rather him know a lame story than be afraid.” She explained simply as Spencer was a bit stunned. In truth, all their lives often remained on brisk with some complicated cases. But she’d thought much further for how Julian would feel about it, she was that understanding.

The serene worrying air she carried around her whenever anything came to Julian was truly a self or her he wasn’t aware of. The little family she had in Julian, the nurturing childhood she was giving him. As much as it hurt him to think neither of his parents could give that to him what y/n was managing quite well all on her own. Not once she’s shown up at the BAU without a smile or bothered with the hectic scenes of home given raising a child all by oneself wasn’t easy. At the same time it also troubled him why he was thinking of y/n this way, she was great for Julian but what of it? She was still his annoying colleague why did so much thought of her even occupy him?

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Slithering Hearts | Masterlist

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem! Reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

A/N : Please do not repost or translate my fics in any platform without my permission. Thank you for reading this. Your feedback is highly appreciated.

Masterlist

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Chapter VI

Chapter VII

Chapter VIII

Chapter IX

Dividers by - @firefly-graphics

jjk twitter links warning: slight somnophilia, lots of rough sex <3

ryomen sukuna - fucking you like he promised he so badly needs an heir... what he needs after a long day satoru gojo - he needs something to suck on fucking you in the jujutsu dorms loves to paint your face after pulling out kento nanami - if you can't behave in the car... if this ain't him idfk what is real anymore his hair pulling kink suguru geto - a slight somnophilia kink? backshots r a fav cum swallowing >>> choso kamo - who would've known his dick was this good? he looks so good submissive he loves when you greet him with your pussy <3

I’ve been thinking about a Remus (or ig any ship that includes him?) x metamorphmagus!reader who is always turning into other people in order to mess with people. despite them being very good at acting and visually/audibly indistinguishable from their target, once the moon comes close and his senses are heightened Remus is able to recognize them from scent alone. I also think he’s observant enough that even when his senses are as normal as they can be, he is able to notice little ticks and habits that break through the disguise. I don’t think he would ruin their fun, observing and if he isn’t in pain even helping with their mischief.

It’s just such a cute little concept to me, and I think it could be fun to play with, so I would love to see if you can come up with a little Drabble or something about it! Thank you mother ❤️ I love confident and mischievous readers with quiet but enabling characters

this was a cute concept! thanks for the request! also, I didn't intend for this to be Potter!reader, but with the way the story went it ended up feeling like it had to be potter reader hahaha

Remus Lupin x Potter!reader who is a metamorphmagus [800 words]

CW: fem!reader, 'your mama' insults, talking about students getting it on in a broom closet

“Never thought I’d find myself happier to see this Black than the other one.” Barty Crouch Junior drawled as he sauntered into the library looking innocent for all intents and purposes - but Remus knew better.

“Sod off, Junior.” Sirius sneered back as he glared at the Slytherin from behind his book. 

“Oh, someone’s getting off, I can assure you.” He jeered; a mischievous sparkle shining in his eye giving Remus not nearly enough time to prepare for the coming theatrics. 

“Oh? Could you hear me and your mum last night?” Sirius replied haughtily, turning a page of his book for show. “I’ll try to make sure we’re quieter next time, but she’s a screamer.” 

Barty simply hummed as he dragged a finger across the back of a chair; expression glowing like he was simply loving this. “Are family members not off limits then, Black? Because if that’s the case, someone really ought to tell Reg and Potter that there's no need to be rutting against each other in the third floor broom closet like a couple of ne’er-do-wells.”

Sirius was standing in record time; his chair grating across the floors before landing with a thunk and his book (prop) laying long forgotten.

“You’re not serious.” Sirius spat menacingly, a true testament to how riled up he got over his brother and best friend (even though the two had been publicly dating for almost two months now) that he didn’t even bother censoring himself against the verb form of his name.

“Deadly.” Barty smirked, and that was all it took for Sirius to go racing off into the castle to cause a bigger scene than either Regulus or James had been prior to the announcement of their secret tryst. 

The library returned to its prior volume as Remus watched 'Barty' simply stare after the last place Sirius could be seen. 

“That’s not nice, dove.” Remus chided gently, though he didn’t bother hiding his smirk as he stared back down at his book.

“Whatever do you mean, Lupin?” You sneered back, but you were wearing a beaming smile that told him clearly you knew the ruse was up. 

“James has been trying very hard to make sure he isn’t throwing his relationship with Regulus in Sirius’ face.” Remus explained tiredly, though it was all for show. 

“And James has been making it very hard for me to not want to stab myself with a quill during quidditch practices.” You pouted as you took the seat across from him.

“All this over quidditch drills?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

You didn’t break his gaze nor the pout of your lips as you added “and he ate the last of my fizzing whizzbees.” 

Remus hummed in understanding. “An egregious crime, certainly.”

“Right? What would you have done if he’d eaten all your chocolate?”

“Nothing short of murder; he’d be out the dormitory window.”

“See, I knew you’d get it.” You replied with a smirk, though your eyes turned soft as you looked him over.

“Be nice to your brother.” He murmured quietly, earning a dramatic groan as you threw your head back in exasperation.

“I don’t have to be nice to him, he’s my brother.” 

“What would your mum say?” He asked as he leaned back in his chair and held his book against his lips to hide the smile on his face.

You groaned again and looked over at him nonplussed. “To be nice to my brother.” You offered back in monotone.

He lowered his book so you could see his beaming smile, causing you to launch forward in an attempt to swipe his book from him only for him to catch your wrist instead.

“How did you even know it was me? I thought I had the impression down pat.” You murmured quietly, face now inches from his.

“You certainly look like Junior.” Remus conceded as he gave you a once over. “But he would have never let that comment about his mum fly.”

You let out a bark of laughter that Remus knew to be only yours. “That’s true, I suppose. I’ll do better next time.”

Remus gave you a shake of his head in faux admonishment as he leaned closer to you. “I’ll always recognise my sweet girl.” He murmured, massaging the inside of your wrist that he was holding captive with his thumb. “I’d recognise you by smell alone.” 

Your gaze turned hungry as your eyes flit down to his lips and then back up again. 

But Remus pulled away before you could connect your lips to his.

“Do not kiss me as Barty Crouch Junior.” He deadpanned, causing you to let out raucous laughter that got you more than a few shush’s from surrounding tables before he watched you melt back into yourself.

Remus loved your mischief, but this was by far his favourite version of you.

twelve days of kinkmas

【13th to 24th of December.】

note: this is 18+ content. nsfw. very kinky stuff y’all. please practice safe, consensual sex okay mom.

all tom holland x fem!reader unless indicated otherwise. (some may be toms characters)

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day 1 ↠ face fucking, spit play + face slapping.

day 2 ↠ pain kink, masochism + choking.

day 3 ↠ impact play + overstimulation.

day 4 ↠ bondage + manhandling. w/ college!peter parker

day 5 ↠ humiliation, degradation + thigh riding. w/ fratboy!tom

day 6 ↠ exhibitionism + mirror sex. 

day 7 ↠ spanking, praise + facial w/ professor!tom

day 8 ↠ breeding kink, rough + cockwarming. w/ mob!tom

day 9 ↠  dom/sub dynamics, ass play + anal sex.

day 10  ↠ voyeurism, toy usage + edging w/ boxer!tom

day 11 ↠ sub!tom, praise kink + pegging.

day 12 ↠ threesome w/ harrison osterfield.