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LEE ABBOTT DAY 1 VS DAY 472

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HERE you’ll find 148 gifs in his role as LEE ABBOTT in A QUIET PLACE. All of these were made by me. Do not repost as your own. I don’t mind what else you do with them, just please credit me! Like/reblog if you found them useful.

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penn badgley (circa 2015) x female!reader.

warnings: smut. lmao.

hi i don't know if people even read penn badgley/joe goldberg fics at this point but i am obsessed with this man and wanting to swallow his kidz so. lmk how u like it lol.

-wulf hailey

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laying on my floor and listening to music louder than most humans should physically be able to withstand is probably one of my favorite past times.

especially with my eyes closed, which might not really be a good idea. there could be a murderer waiting in the shadows at any given moment.

yeah, oka-

"holy shit!"

something knocks at my window and i scramble up and backwards looking for a weapon and end up with a shoe. i mean, at least my reflexes are fast. ish.

i hear a deep laugh come from the window and realize who and what scared the absolute shit out of me. my best friend in the whole world, penn. not to mention my crush for the past 11 years since him and his family moved in next door. another boy-next-door cliche, huh?

i turn down the music to a normal volume and walk to the window, shoe still in hand.

"penn dayton badgley, you scared me half to death!" i scream, smacking him in the arms with every word. he giggles maniacally.

"you should've seen your face! holy shit that was the best thing i've ever seen!"

“you aren't funny." i say, my cheeks burning . i roll my eyes and pull him inside. he falls through the window and lands on his ass, springing to his feet in the blink of an eye.

he's wearing my old, triple sized, brooklyn nets sweater (we have jointly never watched one basketball game in our lives) and a pair of grey sweats. classic.

"cat like reflexes. unlike you." he laughs, grabbing the shoe from my hand. "really?"

"you cant blame me! what weapons would a teenage girl have in her bedroom?"

he gives me a blank stare.

"hey, i wasn't near any of them!"

i sit back on the floor, while penn flicks through my records. he picks a few out and shows them to me. childish gambino, chance the rapper, and the cure.

"what a spread." i say sarcastically.

"whatever, you big bully. pick one."

"definitely the cure. you already knew before you asked."

"i know i just wanted to be cute." he fake pouts as he puts the record on and sits down by my side. plainsong starts to play, and i nod my head to the melody.

"yeah, it's too bad you suck too hard to be cute." i reach up to push his head of scruffy brown hair and he fake dies with his hand over chest.

“how could you say that? now i’m doomed to an eternity aloooooone…”

"get up, hamlet. this isn't theatre." i laugh. "you're so dramatic, it's almost cute."

"you think i'm cuuute." he snickers and pushes me over slightly.

i bob back up. "i said almost."

"yeah, whatever." he says, getting up to turn up the music. i get up to go and sit on my bed, "the grounds really hurting my ass.".

he turns to me and turns back to the record player. "boohoo, how do you want me to fix it for you?"

i cross my arms and pout. "maybe i wanted you to kiss it for me."

"ew, gross. you have cooties." he chuckles as he sits down on my bed, pushing me over to get more room.

"it's not my fault you're so long." i laugh. "maybe you should lose a few inches."

"you know what? you're right. i think some parts of me are too big. i think people might get jealous." he says, cockily.

lovesong starts, and it makes me forget whatever he's talking about. "shut up and let me listen to my music, you fucking nerd. you know this is my favorite!"

he realizes and closes his mouth in the middle of his "hey!". i close my eyes and he does the same.

whenever i'm alone with you

you make me feel like i am home again

whenever i'm alone with you

you make me feel like i am whole again

i feel a thumb brush my cheek, and i open my eyes slowly to see penn's deep brown eyes staring down at me. they almost look black.

"what are you doing?" i choke out, wishing i had never said them in the first place. my cheeks are red hot, and i wish his hand wasn't on it so he couldn't physically feel my embarrassment.

"are you nervous?" he asks, his big brown eyes searching for an answer in the cast expanse of mine.

whenever i'm alone with you

you make me feel like i am young again

i loosen my shoulders, that i didn't even know were tense, and look up at him fully.

"no."

whenever i'm alone with you

you make me feel like i am fun again

as soon as the last ounce of word comes out of my mouth, his mouth has replaced it. his full lips press into mine and i see fireworks going off behind my closed eyes. i squeeze them shut and push into him harder, taking his bottom lip into my teeth and biting it, maybe a little bit hard.

his big eyes open and look at me. i can feel them and i look at him, too. i let go of his lip softly, seeing it pull back to his teeth. it feels like a fucking eternity until he nods and pulls my leg over his till i'm on his lap.

he presses his raw lips into mine, his hands on my hips, squeezing them and leading them slowly onto the bulge in his sweatpants. i can't help but let out a breathy moan, immediately clapping a hand over my mouth.

penn looks up at me with those gorgeous puppy eyes and i forget my fucking middle name. he takes my hand down from my mouth and puts it to his, putting my thumb into it and letting it rest on his bottom teeth. the sight makes me melt into a puddle, and i fall back into his kiss again.

however far away

i will always love you

we both let out little pants, both of our mouths constantly open like we were scared that if we closed them, we would never be able to open them again.

however long i stay

i will always love you

i felt his hand slip down the back of my pants, stopping for a second to grip my ass in the nicest way possible, before his two middle fingers reached my clit. he twirled his fingers around and then slid them up.

"you're so fucking wet." he moans, barely getting the words out. "are you always like this?"

i nod slowly. "it's kind of embarrassing."

he grabs me by the bottom of my chin, pulling me back to his mouth. he slowly circles and teases me, while putting a hand up my shirt to play with my nipple.

he pauses, and pulls back. he puts his thumb up to my mouth, and slides it in. he looks at me with those deep brown eyes, and my mouth closes around his thumb, sucking on it.

he takes it out and rubs the cold wetness on my nipple, making me yelp a little before clapping a hand to my mouth once again.

penn takes my hand down again, looking at me.

"don't cover your mouth. i want to hear all the little things you say when i'm not here."

"penn- holy fuuuck." i squeak out, before he flips me back over to my back and climbs on top of me. he grinds on top of me, his hard dick sliding up to my clit perfectly.

"oh my fucking god, i need to be inside you." he almost whines, his teeth gritted and eyes closed in euphoria.

“please, penn. i need you so bad..” i trail off into sweet nonsense.

he looks at me with a sweet smile. "i've always seen the way you look at me. those pretty eyes. i've always wanted to see them like this."

"like what?" i hesitantly ask.

"hungry for me."

i'm genuinely speechless, and i guess he can tell, so he kisses me with so much animality that i can barely breathe. his lips lead down to my jaw, down my neck until i finally sit up and take my shirt off.

"wow, how smooth." he snickers, planting kisses down and around my chest.

"shut up, penn." i say, breathily. my mind is going a million miles an hour, yet i cant point out a single thought.

in a swift second, my pants are off, with no help to penn, of course. i cant believe this boy can tie his own shoes sometimes.

"what did you say?" he asks, his voice calm and collected.

"i said shut up, penn." i laugh. "you don't scare me."

"i don't wanna scare you." penn whispers, his hand slipping down into my panties. i automatically feel his fingers at my clit, and i feel another hand at my throat.

"i just wanna touch you." he smiles, going down my stomach again and littering it with kisses.

"i wanna feel you." he says kissing my thighs, softly. i buck my hips up with every kiss, a white hot fire between my legs. well, actually 2.

"i wanna love you." he says, looking up at me. his eyelashes tickle my thighs, and i look down at him, my eyes wide.

"and i wanna fucking ravage you."

"p-please." is the only word i can get out before he pushes a long, slender finger inside me.

"oh my fucking god." he moans, his head falling onto my thigh while he pushes his finger in again. "i cant believe you can get this wet."

"it's all f-for you. goddd, it's all for you."

he smiles up at me. "i know. do you know how long i've been waiting for this? god, you're so fucking perfect." he says, sliding his tongue from his fingers up to to my clit and i shudder.

"holy fuck, penn." i moan, running my hands through his long brown hair, gripping onto it and bucking my hips up.

he moans against my pussy, the vibrations shooting up my body, making explosions go off in my mind. he pushes his fingers in and out, sucking on my clit with ease.

he comes back up to kiss me, adding another finger inside me.

"are you ready, baby?" he asks me, sweetly. i nod, a little too aggressively and he chuckles, unbuckling his belt and shucking his pants off and throwing them somewhere to the floor.

he kisses me, his tongue sliding inside my mouth. i suck on it, making him moan into my mouth. he grabs his dick, teasing me with it by sliding it up and down, looking me in the eyes.

he slides it in, slowly, gritting his teeth and breathing out a moan. "you are so fucking beautiful. god, you're so beautiful." he chokes out.

"mmmph, penn. fuck, you're so good- "

"a-ah, fuck baby. you feel so fucking good. i don't ever want to fucking l-leave, fuck, babe." he brings my leg up above my head, going as deep as he can. the headboard is smacking the wall so hard it's nearly chipping at the drywall.

“p-penn, im gonna c-"

"it's okay, baby, i've got you. i-im going to, too, fuck-"

penn's eyes damn near roll back into his head, as he groans out the most guttural and gorgeous moan ever known to man as we both cum at the same time.

"holy fuck, baby, you're gripping me s-so fucking h-hard." he says, his eyes squeezed shut, leaning on top of me and biting my shoulder.

i take a sharp inhale, the pain subsiding to pleasure as i buck my hips up, making penn shudder and moan before he pulls out and lays next to me.

i take time to catch my breath before i feel a pair of arms wrap around me. i look over to see penn looking at me with those big brown doe eyes, and i look away, embarrassed.

he turns my face towards him, closing his eyes and pressing his lips onto mine. i smile into his mouth, our tongues fitting together perfectly.

we pull away at the same time, and he's already smiling at me. he's almost laughing.

"what are you laughing about?" i start laughing because he's laughing.

"nothing, nothing. i just-" he hesitates. "i've been waiting for that for so fucking long." he kisses the top of my head.

"me, too. that was perfect." i respond. i literally cant stop smiling.

it's silent for a little bit. it's a beautiful, comfortable silence.

"would you want to be my girlfriend?" he finally asks.

my eyes widen, and i look back up at him.

“are you serious?" i ask. "i cant tell if you're joking."

he looks at me, his eyebrows furrowed. "are you crazy? i've wanted you since i've moved here. it's definitely fate."

"you're such a fucking nerd." i say, giggling. i kiss him on the forehead.

he gets up to pull on his pants, and walks over to the records he picked out.

"because the internet. of course." i roll my eyes at him.

"you don't get it. donald glover is a musical fucking genius, baby."

he comes back and lays down, pulling me into his arms and resting his head on mine.

no matter what you say or what you do

when i'm alone i'd rather be with you

fuck these other niggas, i'll be right by your side

till 3005

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so which one of y’all is gonna take one for the team and write a bo burnham smut based off this scene

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@half-of-something i saw that too! He knew what he was doing

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3 From Hell (2019) dir. Rob Zombie

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Kinktober Day 15: Dirty Talk with Otis Driftwood

Hey all! I’m excited to finally write some Otis on this blog! I don’t know what it is about Bill Mosely but I take one look at him and I cannot control myself asdfgnjhgfdfghnh ANYWHO i hope y’all enjoy!

Otis Driftwood x AFAB Reader

“Otis,” you whined, trying desperately to escape his hold on you. You had been sitting on Otis’ lap, just like he told you to, but now he had one arm wrapped around your waist so you couldn’t squirm away. His other hand pawed at you, groping every inch of you that he could.

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Loki’s Dirty Whispers #77

“Look at you, my pet, laying there with your legs already spread wide for me. Always ready for your master. Let me show you how I reward such obedience.”

Original quote here.

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a love story.

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if i could reach for the stars, i’d give them all to you

The Mandalorian x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: mentions of masturbation, impure thoughts, implied voyeurism, dirty talk, clothed!mando and naked!reader, fingering, finger sucking, handjob, unprotected sex (this is fiction but yours is not, wrap it), coming inside, very light canon-typical violence

Word Count: 6.5k

everyone’s favourite bounty hunter, in a piece that seemingly came out of the blue! (my apologies if there is any new-zealand-english in this, i started it on my phone) x

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Be the villain you were born to be. Stop waiting for someone to come along and corrupt you. Succumb to the darkness yourself.

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Forgive Me? - Dr. King Schultz x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: King is mad at you. You give him an irresistible apology. 

Notes: Daddy kink! Be prepared, as usual.

@underratedcharactersimagines here’s the continuation ;) Also tagging @bungeewabbit @booklover2929

“8000 dollars.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“King, he’s worth 8000 dollars!”

“Did you not hear me? I said that is enough!”

You watch your lover as he paces the campsite. He’s obsessively running his hand through his hair and angrily curling his mustache, which are two sure-fire signs he’s not at his happiest with you. Guilt coils in your stomach. King never gets mad at you, and when he does, it’s likely because you did something that made him worry about you.

Still– something inside of you kept you from apologizing.

“Are you saying you’d throw away $8000 instead of letting me take your gun and put a bullet in a stagecoach robber’s head?!” you retort. King turns.

“That’s like asking me if your life is worth $8000 to me.”

“Is it?” you shoot back.

“You know very well it is, dammit.”

You clench your jaw. “You should be thanking me.”

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows at you. “I should? You’re right. Thank you for stealing my gun, my horse–”

“Fritz likes me better than you.”

“–significantly beside the point, you took my gun and collected a bounty without any help at all.”

“God, you make me sound like a child!”

“Well I apologize if this comes as a shock to you, (y/n), but you have never shot a gun in your entire life and you have most certainly never killed anyone before.”

“Yes I have.”

“Besides that poor devil you nipped in the back,” King snaps, and sits down on a rock, arms crossed in a huff. You soften a little, and the guilt comes back in waves.

“I’m sorry.” He looks over, refusing to fully turn while peering at you. You open your arms expectantly. “Do you accept my apology, my love?”

“I don’t think you fully understand what could have happened to you,” he sighs, tossing kindling into the fire, “You could have been shot. You could have been kidnapped. You could have been–” he stops, shaking his head. “Anything could have happened to you, and I would not have been there to save you.”

“Maybe I don’t need you to save me,” you mutter dejectedly, and he gives you a look.

“Do not start. I am the first to tell you that if I were any gunslinging outlaw, I would not mess with you. Unfortunately, I am not any gunslinging outlaw, I am your former dentist turned bounty hunter lover, and any gunslinging outlaw will unfortunately not chalk a young woman such as yourself up to be much of a threat.” His face screws up. “What am I saying? This is not supposed to be me complimenting you, this is me telling you how irresponsible you were!”

You pout. “I’m really… really sorry. I didn’t think. I just wanted to make you proud.” He reacts to this a little, but keeps his head down.

“You need to get some rest. We’re up early tomorrow to make for Texas. I’ve made the bed up in the cart, the extra blankets are on Fritz’s back.”

He gets up, and begins to dress for sleep. You chew on your lip, wishing he would just accept your damn apology already. Come on. $8000? That was an insane bounty, and you were pretty proud of yourself for it!

Whatever. King could sulk all he wanted– you’d find a way to apologize properly. 

The next day, just as King promised, you were both up at the crack of dawn for the long journey from Amarillo to Daughtrey. Though you two slept under the same blanket last night, he slept facing away from you.

He really was mad. He must have been incredibly worried. He must have thought you weren’t coming back.

There was that guilt again.

Riding into town, you two finally make it when the sun is going down. Deciding the business of provoking and shooting Willard Peck would be best conducted when the day is young once more, you both check into the town inn.

“Innkeeper!” King calls, taking off his hat and holding it under his arm as you two enter, “A single room, if you please!”

“Yep… just gimme a sec to fix this… here light…” The bald man turns, and gets down off the table.

“Busy night?” King regards the broken bottles and a man passed out with a call girl draped over him in the back.

“Oh that ain’t just a damn whistle,” the innkeeper scoffs, nodding, “I’d offer you two a drink, but… hell, I ain’t got much drink left.”

“Not a problem,” King waves his hand, “We’re simply two weary travellers, ready to fall asleep as soon as we can.”

The innkeeper nods, and you walk on ahead. When you come to the door, he leans in to King’s ear. “Hoowee. She’s a real beaut. Where’d you find one with a nice round ass like that?”

King blinks. “Somewhere you would never look. Goodnight.” He quickly shuts the door, sighs, and takes off your coat for you.

“You still mad at me?” you ask, and he takes off his boots.

“I’m not happy with you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“How much longer is this gonna go on, hm?” you ask, making sure the door is closed nice and tight, “Before you finally… forgive me?”

“It’s not about forgiving you,” he mutters, arms still crossed as he sits down on the stool at the end of the bed. “It’s the fact that you might do it again.”

“I promise I’ll never… ever… ever do it again,” you say in a low, sultry voice, beginning to untie your bodice. King frowns a little bit, and you study him. He’s adorable when he’s mad– his lips get all pouty in a scowl, his eyebrows draw together in a cute little scrunch, and his blue eyes narrow. As cute as he looks, you continue.

You undo your corset, lace by lace, letting your fingers twine slowly between the hooks. You then sigh a little in pleasure as the corset comes free, and you hook the straps of your dress under your thumbs, sliding it off. Just as the dress slides down to reveal your breasts through your see-through chemise, you do a turn, facing away. You hear his breath hitch, but when you check over your shoulder, he pretends not to care. Fine, you think, I can turn it up.

“I was such a naughty little lady…” you bite your lip, tugging on your skirts. “Naughty ladies don’t learn their lessons until they’re taught just how to behave.” You make a point to graze your fingernails down over your ass, and you moan softly. You hear him readjust in his seat, and you pull your skirts off, working now on your cream coloured pants, sliding them down ever so carefully.

“(y/n),” King tries to protest, “This isn’t…”

You moan again. “I’ve been wanting to get out of these all day.” You roll your hips a little, arching your back, and finally wiggle your hips some more as you drop your pants to the hardwood floor. King’s breathing is audible now, and you stretch your arms above your head, humming as you run your right hand down your left arm, letting your hair fall back. “So… so nice.”

“Hmf,” King huffs, averting eye contact like the grump he’s pretending to be. Oh, no. No way he’s doing that now. You slip your chemise over your head, and toss it behind you. You’re completely naked now, and King’s trying his hardest not to go through the roof in distracting himself from you.

You finally begin to turn, and soon, you’re fully facing him. His eyes are on yours, then travel down to your breasts, lower to your stomach, below more to take in your entire beautiful body.

“This doesn’t change how angry I am with you,” he mutters, glaring at you, “You should have known better, Fraulein.” You smirk, sauntering over. Despite what he says, you can see the visible outline of his painfully hardened cock in his pants, straining to get free. You put one leg over his lap, and sit down, making sure to wiggle yourself on his knee a little.

“Interested?” you tease, and reach down. He doesn’t stop you, just watches closely as you bring your hands to his pants, untie them, and reach in to take his cock in your hand. He takes a shallow breath as your fingers come in contact with his warm member, and you grin wickedly, swiping your thumb up to spread his fluid around a little. He meets your eyes as you pull him fully out of his pants, trying his best to appear disinterested, but while King’s a wonderful actor when collecting a bounty, he’s a terrible one in the bedroom.

“Oh,” he pants gently, head falling back a little as you stroke him once. “Das fühlt sich perfekt an…”

“Does daddy like that?” you ask softly, pressing a kiss to his ear. King stutters a little, gasping for air when you swipe over his swollen cockhead again.

“Daddy… i-is enjoying it very much,” King whispers, lips parting.

“Mmm,” you mumble, pressing a trail of wet kisses down his face and lazily taking his lips between your teeth, leading into a dizzying kiss full of tongue and one another’s slow breath.

“Stop, stop,” King mumbles, stalling your wrist with his hand. You pout.

“What’s wrong?”

He looks at you, his eyes dark with lust. “I have to have you.” You exhale with a shudder, and get up, parting your legs wider and sinking down over top of him so that he slides deep inside of you.

“Ohhh King, oh King–” you moan.

“That’s it… that’s it… like a good girl,” he chants in your ear, holding your chest to his as you start to work your hips down. “Daddy needs his kitten very much… right there, just like that…”

“Ahh…”

“(y/n), oh my–”

He holds onto you, keeping one hand on your back to keep you steady against him as you ride his cock, and moves the other down to squeeze your ass. You reach back to tug his shoulder length hair, going in for another kiss. His beard scratches pleasantly against your chin, and you smile through the kiss as you tug some more on his locks. He groans your name, and you start to feel his dick throb inside of you.

“Are you close?” you breathe, and he nods, eyebrows lifting desperately.

“I need you, oh, (y/n), scheisse…”

“Say you forgive me?” you bite your bottom lip, stalling your movements and staying seated with him deep inside of you. He moans a protest, but when you grind down against his cock, he nods quickly.

“I forgive you, I accept your apology, all of it, oh!”

“Finally,” you growl in his ear, and you slam down onto him perfectly, his dick grazing your g-spot and making you come hard. Feeling you clench around him, he releases too, unable to hold his load any longer.

“Ah… ah… ah…” he spasms, holding you close as his hips stutter up, and you watch his beautiful face as he comes, how his mouth falls wide open and his eyes shut. When you’re both done, you lift off of him, feeling his come leak down your thigh. You smirk, feeling your cheeks heat up, then lay down on your stomach over the bed, combing your fingers through his dishevelled hair from behind.

“King, baby. I am really sorry for collecting an $8000 bounty on my own.”

He throws you a glance, and smirks. “No you’re not.”

You giggle. “No I’m not.”

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IHOP: Christoph Waltz x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You take Christoph to the International House Of Pancakes to show him what it’s like, and to eat pancakes. He suggests you two spend the time differently.

Notes: Based on Christoph’s episode of Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee :)

Tagging (ask to be added for Christoph!): @bungeewabbit @booklover2929 @mysticaltimemachinewench @fangirlandnerd @agent221b

“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“This is not my idea of fun,” Christoph murmurs to you in distaste, “Why did we have to come here? Here of all places?”

“Because there’s pancakes, and you’ve never had pancakes,” you say, and make a “two” sign, the hostess smiling and leading you to your booth. Christoph is still grumbling.

“We could have gone literally anywhere else.”

“Hey! Just let it happen, okay?!” you laugh, “You’re going to experience this the right way.”

“And the right way would be…?”

“With your girlfriend.”

“Hm,” he tries to appear stern, but just ends up breaking into a smile.

You order your pancakes, and point at the menu. “You should get that.”

“The… festive stack,” Christoph reads off, staring at the unappetizing mound of colorful sugar. “Thank you, I would rather not.”

“You’re being a party pooper,” you tell him, and he huffs.

“Fine, I’ll make an effort. For you.” You smirk, and he shakes his head. “However, I am going to make a point to take you to the best cafe in Vienna and show you just how Sunday morning brunch should really go.”

“I look forward to it,” you tease, sipping your coffee. He sips his, and takes another look at the menu.

“I’ll get the vanilla spice pancakes. They look the least extravagant.”

“Those are my favorite,” you grin, and you two order those when the server comes back around. A little later after trying to eat some, he sighs, picking at it.

“It is astonishing.”

“Really?” you smile.

“–How they can make something look completely different than what it tastes like.”

“Well fine,” you pout, “If you don’t like the pancakes, maybe there’s a little something else you’d like to eat.” He stares at you dead-on for a second, then chuckles.

“You’re not serious.”

“Very,” you respond, dipping a finger into your whipped cream and giving it a lick. He blinks, blushing slightly.

“What are you doing? Stop doing that.”

“What?” you coo, taking another bite and swirling your tongue around the cream on the fork. He rolls his eyes.

“How are we going to do… that? I refuse to have sex with you in a public washroom, (y/n), especially in an… an IHOP! Is that how you say it, I hop?”

“Yes.”

“Good lord.”

“I have an idea then,” you say, and lick your lips once before looking around, and sliding under the table. Christoph’s eyes widen.

“(y/n)!” he hisses, “What are you…!” He feels your hands at his belt, and looks around. “What are you doing?!”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” you whisper up, “I didn’t get a chance to return the favour this morning from last night… so here we are.”

“In here?!” he continues to hiss.

“Would you prefer I suck your cock on the sidewalk?” you giggle, and he moans, grabbing your hair under the table as your fingers graze him.

“Be quick,” he breathes, and has to close his eyes as you take him out of his pants. Just then, the waitress comes back around.

“How did you enjoy it, sir?” she smiles brightly, and he white knuckles the table as your warm mouth closes around him.

“Excellent! Just magnificent, thank you.”

“I’m so glad,” she smiles, “Can I get you some more coffee?”

“That would be nice,” Christoph manages out, and you laugh, the vibrations sending him panting.

“W-we… we shouldn’t be doing this here…” he whispers, flustered, blushing and out of breath. He’s letting out short gasps, something he does when he’s extremely horny. His hips tilt up as his cock slides deeper into your mouth, and you grin around it, licking along the sides carefully.

The waitress comes back to fill Christoph’s coffee again, and he thanks her, trying to drink it properly. You suck him again, and he nearly chokes, his head rolling back as he lets out a groan.

“(y/n),” he murmurs, tapping your head, “(y/n), I’m going to…”

You let out a slutty moan, grinding down against your leg, and Christoph comes. You swallow it all, licking him clean and tucking him back up. You then slide back up to your seat, proud grin on your face.

“What were you thinking?” he breathes, clutching his chest.

“I was making your morning better,” you laugh.

“Yes, you certainly achieved your objective,” he mutters, pretending to be mad at you. “Give me that.” He reaches over, and steals the last piece of pancake off your plate, stuffing it in his mouth. Then, as the server comes back with the bill, he makes a covert little motion for you to dab for your mouth. You giggle, and use your napkin.

“When we get home,” he whispers in your ear, putting some cash down, “I think I need a little more to satisfy my appetite.”

You grin, and follow him out.

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The Austrian Suitor - Christoph Waltz x Reader - Historical AU [Smut]

Synopsis:  Your intended and his father travel all the way from Austria to meet you before the wedding. The trouble is, you immediately fall for his father, Archduke Christoph Waltz.

Tagging: @bungeewabbit

The castle grounds were groomed to perfection. They always looked quite beautiful anyway, but with the occasion approaching of foreign guests, your parents wanted everything just right.

“When do they arrive?” you ask, peering out the window in the sitting room.

“Within the hour,” the housekeeper, Mrs. James, assures you, watching with a small smirk. The dress she had Clara, your lady in waiting, put you in this morning is deep blue, bringing out your eyes, and your corset is even tighter than usual. Mrs. James had insisted the bust made prospective suitors friendly, but you insisted that your sharp intellect would make up for it. Mrs. James had said she had no doubt about that, but still, your bust was lovelier than most, and it wouldn’t hurt to accentuate it– even if the archduke’s young son from Austria, Herzog Tobias Waltz, was already set to marry you.

“Oh!” you bite your lip, fluffing your skirts up and laying back on the couch, “I wonder if he’s going to be positively smouldering with good looks.”

“One would hope,” Mrs. James replies absently, busying herself with the pillows.

“Perhaps he’s as avid a reader as I am!”

“Mm, perhaps he’s read Romeo and Juliet,” the housekeeper nods along, and you scowl.

“I do hope he shares my view of it. Macbeth is the truly gripping tale.”

“Well then, may you two wile away the nights of your married life together reciting it to one another by heart,” Mrs. James smiles wryly, and you heave another dramatic sigh.

“Oh–”

“What now?”

“Oh, fancy he looks like a troll?”

Mrs. James shoots a look up. “I sincerely doubt the Archduke of Austria’s son would have a reputation so grand as it is if he looked like a troll, Miss (y/l/n).”

“Mm, you’re probably right. Is my hair okay?”

“Wonderful.”

“My lips?”

“Stunning.”

“Do you think he’ll like me?” you sigh, and Mrs. James finally gives up, dropping the pillows and sitting down across from you.

“Yes, dear. I think he’ll like you.”

“No,” you begin to grin wickedly, parting your legs, “Do you think he’ll like me?”

The tired housekeeper purses her lips, huffing out a chuckle. “A pretty, intelligent, sexual creature like you? What man wouldn’t fall in love?”

“Now I’m no harlot,” you sniff in quick protest, “I’m simply sexually liberated, as a result of my… extensive enlightenment and array of knowledge.”

“And they say you’re not self-effacing,” Mrs. James smiles sardonically.

You stick up your chin defiantly, crossing your arms. “My pride is completely justified. Besides, Tobias will appreciate it, the moment he comes gallivanting in and sweeps me off my feet!”

“Whatever you say, dear. Now close your legs like the lovely lady I you are somewhere in there, and let me finish the housework before your Austrian beau gallivants on into the parlour.”

As soft as a mouse, your mother comes floating down into the foyer of the grand castle, wearing her best. She had been fussing all morning over which earrings she would wear– she had to present her best with her daughter marrying off, it was a spectacular occasion (and just the right time to display her new earrings).

“Ah. You went with the teardrops,” your father remarks, glancing at your mother’s ears fleetingly as he walks by with the paper, “Smashing.”

“Lovely of you to notice, dear,” your mother replies, and you can’t tell if she’s being sincere or not. “When are they due?”

“When they’re due,” your father says, and your mother blinks.

“You don’t seem as happy as you should be.”

“And how happy should I be, that my young, only daughter is being married off to a foreigner, and I’ll never get to see her again as of next month?”

“You’ll get to see me,” you assure him casually, obsessively checking that your nails are polished properly, “Just come to Austria.”

“Just come to Austria, she says,” your father mutters, “Your mother drones on about travelling to the nearest abbey, I’m afraid, let alone the other side of the world, my dove.” He opens the paper to a column on the prestigious Archduke’s arrival, studying it closely. “Archduke Christoph Waltz, with his son Tobias Waltz, arrive to meet the future duchess of Vienna, Lady (y/l/n). Hm. Pomp and circumstance.”

“As it should be,” your mother reminds.

“They’re here,” Clara says from the front.

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Unwrap Me - Post Azkaban!Sirius x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: A little something is waiting underneath your boyfriend’s tree on Christmas morning– you.

Notes: Very early Christmas fic!!! (Cause my queue accidentally posted this now lol)🎄

@evyiione @underratedcharactersimagines

You can’t wait to see the look on his face when he opens the box. Using a shrinking spell, you had fit yourself into a cute little burgundy Christmas gift box, which you had Kreacher set well in front of the Christmas tree for your boyfriend to find.

Home for the holidays, you always felt like you could be yourself again. Being a student and dating a much older man, the age of your professors, was not seen as typical or terribly orthodox at Hogwarts, so being able to spend Christmas with Sirius at Grimmauld Place was special time the two of you shared.

Today, Christmas morning, you planned to give him the gift of his life– one he would both appreciate, and never forget. You finally hear him groan, and rise from bed. He thumps around, and you wait quietly, excitedly.

Sirius turns over in bed, blinking awake when he doesn’t feel you. He runs a hand through his unruly curls, and immediately smirks.

“And what… Christmas game is my sweet, innocent girlfriend playing on me this morning?” he asks aloud, continuing to smirk as he gets up. He checks under the bed. “Under here? Perhaps in the bathroom?” He shrugs, beginning to brush his teeth. “I see you’re making me work for it, darling.”

He finishes washing his face, pretending to take his time for effect, then finally saunters out into the living room, chest open in his velvet bathrobe. Real surprise hits him as he sees the box.

“Hello… what’s this?” he murmurs, kneeling down to read the tag. “For my loving dearest… Lord Black.” He smirks again. “I must say (y/n), wherever you are, I do like the title. Makes me sounds more important than Lucius Malfoy,” he snorts, and begins to undo the ribbons on the gift. When he finally takes off the lid, a bright flash emitts, and you turn up in front of him, kneeling with little gift bows over your nipples and between your legs.

“Galloping Gargoyles, what a sight,” he remarks, “Looks like I’ve been a damn good boy this year.” He admires you for a good long time.

“Well?” you raise an eyebrow. “Are you gonna do something with your present, or just stare at it all day?”

He chuckles, and takes out his wand. You stop him.

“Ah ah ah. Hands only. All over me.”

He drops the wand, and does as you say, standing you up and spinning you around, plucking the bow from your left breast to massage it in his hand. You moan, leaning back into him, and he suckles your neck, spinning you around once more to wrap his mouth around the other bow, taking it off and sucking your right nipple into his mouth. Your head falls back, and he finally descends to your legs, holding your thighs as he uses his teeth on this box, spitting it out and delving his tongue over your clit. You jolt forward, hand scrambling for his hair, and rock down with gentle moans as he parts your legs even more, slipping his tongue between your folds and up into your pussy.

“S… Sirius…” you pant, legs quivering, and he grabs handfuls of your ass, squeezing it as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. You feel yourself get closer and closer, and you shout his name as his nose rubs against your clit, tongue licking you perfectly. You come hard as he holds you to his mouth, and he makes sure to clean you all up, groaning softly the whole time.

“Well, I don’t know if I’ll have room for Christmas dinner after that–” he begins to say, but you smack him lightly, rolling down to tackle him onto the carpet in front of the fire. He grins up at you, and you gaze down his body, see how his chest is exposed through the robe and everything else is barely hidden as well– his tendency to expose that chest always drives you wild, and this morning is no exception. He lays back on his forearms.

“Your turn, darling. Unwrap me.”

You tear at his robe, and he chuckles at your haste as you finally expose his hard cock, lying against his stomach. You lean down, giving it a few licks, and he moans, watching as you crawl back up to straddle him.

“Is this what you wanted for Christmas, Sirius?” you ask playfully, lifting up to seat yourself on his dick, and he puts his hands to rest on your hips, helping you bury his cock deep inside of you.

“Number one on my list,” he says, winking, and watches where you two are joined. You lift up and slam down, riding him hard into the ground, and he begins to gasp and whisper your name. As you’re getting close, he finally growls, and the Padfoot inside him takes over, flipping you over and just pounding you from over top. You moan like a slut, begging for more, harder, harder Sirius, and he gives it to you, hair falling forward as he fucks you rough.

Holding onto him, you bite down into his shoulder as you start to come for a second time, and he mumbles your name as he too hits his climax. Both of you relax, spent, and cuddle on the floor there together.

“You keep me young. Do you know I’d be nothing without you?” Sirius asks you somberly, thumb stroking your chin. You hold his hand to your face.

“Not true. You’re a great, kind man, with a godson who loves you.”

“Hm. Not so great after Azkaban.”

“Especially after Azkaban. They weren’t able to break your spirits, were they?” You lean down. “Besides, I quite like you all haggard and grizzly like this.”

“You didn’t know me in school,” he scoffs, “I was quite the charmer.”

“Even more so than now?” you huff, “However did Hogwarts contain the insatiable libido of Sirius Black?”

You both giggle, and kiss again.

“Does m'lord require my assistance opening the box—”

“GET OUT, KREACHER!” you both scream, and the House Elf scowls, backing away.

“Kreacher does not approve of such nasty practices. Nasty, nasty, nasty…” Sirius sighs as the elf walks off into the dark.

“Care to engage in some more nasty practices after a glass of hot butterbeer, love?” he asks, pecking you on the cheek. You boop his nose.

“You know it, my sexy Lord Black.”

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Mood Swings - August Rosenbluth x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: August isn’t happy another man flirted with you. When August isn’t happy, things get fun.

Tagging: @bungeewabbit @booklover2929 @mysticaltimemachinewench @fangirlandnerd @agent221b @deborahlazaroff @obsessedadryana @underratedcharactersimagines @this-is-mysuperwholockd-design @wingsy-keeper-of-songs @coffeepot-pilot

August has been in a mood since last week. He’s been moping around, snapping at you, snapping at the workers. You know exactly why he’s like this, too, and you won’t stand for it.

Last week, the custodian had been hitting on you. The man who cleaned up all the animal droppings had said something a little “out of line” (he had only complimented your earrings, which August had bought for you anyway) and August was being sour about it. You’re about to change that.

You strut up to the tent, dressed in August’s favourite outfit on you, with your hair back and curled. He said it makes you look like the sexiest pin-up model he’d ever seen, and you’re about to use that to your advantage. You toss open the flap.

“Care to explain why you’ve been in such a foul mood this past week?” you ask, folding your arms. August looks up from where he’s playing cards with the other men, puffing casually on his cigar.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, it’s really not.”

One of the guys starts to get up. “We’ll just, uh… finish the game later, huh?”

“No, that’s fine.” Something flashes in August’s eyes. “My dear (y/n) was just leaving.”

“Sorry boys, but I’m not going anywhere. It’s time to go,” you say, and August’s jaw clenches as everyone starts to get up, eager to flee the tension.

August gets up. “This couldn’t have waited?”

“I’m your girlfriend, if I need to talk to you I will,” you snap right back, and instead of asserting himself even further, he just gives up, clenching his jaw. “Just because some janitor paid me a compliment– a very nice man, by the way, who didn’t deserve to be sacked because of your fragile masculinity–”

“You think I’m fragile?” he cuts in, offended.

“Right now? Yeah!” He grumbles, so you go on softly. “August. Baby. It will always be you.” You swing your hips as you saunter up to him, and tug on his suspenders. “You’ve got to be pretty disillusioned to not see I’m deeply… unspeakably… immeasurably…” you whisper, draping your arms over his shoulders, “In love with you.”

August looks down at your lips, and brings a thumb over your bottom lip.

“Truly?” he murmurs, taking your hands. “I just care about you so much. It’s a blessing and a curse to have such a beautiful girlfriend,” he sighs, “I’m constantly enraptured by you, but… paranoia indeed comes easily.”

“I only have eyes for you,” you whisper.

“And… are you certain of that?” August grips your wrist, and pulls you to him. You gasp– his erection is evident. He always seems to get aroused whenever you two have a falling out… it got his blood going, and for some reason, that turned you on too. Maybe it was the wild look he got in his hazel eyes.

“August–”

“Are you certain you haven’t fucked him? Hm?” He slides a hand down, and reaches into your minishorts, starting to rub you off slowly. He pulls your shorts down to your knees, and you kick them off as he continues to use his fingers. “–Haven’t let him use that little pussy of mine?”

You smile a little, seeing how fired up he is. You sit down on the edge of the table, crossing your legs. You reach back, and take his expensive cigar out of the tray, suck on it, and let the smoke curl in your mouth. He groans, and you lick your red lips, squeezing your bust together and letting your legs fall open for him. “Never, baby.”

He watches closely, as you put the cigar down and reach between your legs, slowly rubbing yourself through your panties. You bite your lip, whispering his name, and after a minute, he can’t take it.

“Let me show you just how fragile I can be, you little slut,” he growls, and pushes you down over the poker table, scattering the chips and the cards. You grin as he rips your panties, and unbuckles his belt before kicking your legs open. Moaning, you grasp the wooden table as August drags a finger down your stomach, before pressing a single kiss to your hip bone, worshipping your body. You smile slightly, knowing this to be his little reassurance that you can always still ask him to stop. But that’s not what you want– you want him to absolutely wreck you right now, get rid of all that pent up frustration. When you two fight, it always results in the hottest sex.

He rolls up his sleeves to his elbows to reveal the flexing forearms that always drove you up the walls, and, grabbing you by the thighs, he pushes into you rough. You welcome him, wet from the touching and how close he was holding you. He leans down, hair falling into his face as he desperately clutches onto your leg and thrusts again, kissing you deep and passionately.

“I must have you. I need you, I need you–” he mumbles, eyes roaming your body. Whenever he gets this worked up, he acts like a kid in a candy store– eyes lit up, hands ready, not knowing just what to touch first. You groan.

“I need your big cock.”

“Ohhh, fuck… my girl is so good for me, that cunt is so fucking tight for daddy.” He keeps pushing into you fast.

“August… August… No one can fuck me like you can, daddy!”

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours, I could never come as hard as I do for you for anyone else!”

“Show me,” he hisses, “Come for me, my dove.”

You scream as you come around his cock, surely loud enough for the entire circus to hear, but they’re used to the evenings surmounting to this when August gets in his moods. Seconds after, August smacks your ass, the table shaking violently with the fucking. Your ass is pushed back a little more with each thrust, and by now, there’s poker chips all over the floor. August doesn’t care. He seems to enjoy the anarchy.

“Fuck me like you’ll never fuck me again,” you whisper against his lips, and the auburn ringleader looks into your eyes.

“Ohh, my darling girl… will I?”

“If you play your cards right,” you smirk, and he grunts as he comes, letting out a gasp so beautiful it makes you ache. He slumps over you for a second, then when he finally pulls out, you turn around, laying underneath him on the table. You reach your hands up to play with his sexy auburn hair, and sigh.

“Maybe I should flirt with more men, if this is the kind of sex I get for it,” you tease, letting your legs fall open again so he can get a good view. He looks down, obviously affected by it, and kisses downward, placing small, open mouthed caresses in and around where he had just destroyed you. He smiles primly, smile lines evident.

“If you do my dear, there will be many accidental elephant tramplings,” August informs you, glancing down once more to admire your body, and you giggle.

“Have I told you that I love you?”

“Just enough to bolster my ego,” he smirks, “Oh– I love you too.” As you get up though, August pauses his meticulous routine of doing up each button of his shirt. Locks of his hair have fallen into his face, and with his lips swollen like that, he looks wrecked, but he’s got that authoritative look again. It’s a look that tells you he means what he says.

“Don’t wash up. I want to know that I’m inside you all day.”

You blush, grinning as you hop down. “Yes, daddy.”