moonrisecherub

[moonrisecherub]

black honey | emily prentiss x reader

summary: after a small slip-up, the team finds out about your and emily's relationship.

tags: fluff, fem!bau!reader x unit chief!emily, kissing, relationship reveal, boss/employee relationship, reader wears lipstick, no use of y/n, second person

word count: ~900

a/n: regular text size and capitalization under the cut. set during evolution, but no spoilers, really! also, let's pretend hr isn't a thing!!

cross-posted on ao3

It was a slow, paperwork-filled day at the BAU. The team had just wrapped up an out-of-state case, and you were honestly thankful for the monotony of the day so far. You ached, however, to see your girlfriend.

Sure, the two of you had been working alongside each other for basically the whole case, but you barely got any alone time.

You ruminated on the thought for a bit, reapplying your lipstick mindlessly, but soon pushed the thought aside. You went back to scribbling away in your file, when your phone chimed suddenly.

Emily: Come see me.

She must have read your mind.

You looked up, seeing her office door ajar, and made your way up after closing the file.

When you entered, she was at her desk, typing on her laptop. You took a moment to admire her, the light from the window illuminating those features you loved so much.

“Am I in trouble, boss?” You joked after closing the door. She looked up from her laptop, closing it, and pushing her chair back. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she stood up, making her way to the front of her desk.

Leaning against the desk in that way that always makes you swoon, Emily motioned for you to come over. When you were close enough, she took your hand in hers. She brought it up to her lips, kissing gently at your skin.

Remembering where you were, your eyes darted to the windows overlooking the bullpen, only to see that the blinds were closed.

Oh.

She had a plan.

“I missed you,” she said, a small twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

“Me too, Em.”

Her hands fell to your waist, and she pulled you closer. “So, do something about it.”

With that, you closed the gap between the two of you. You captured her lips, and she immediately returned the kiss with a surprising fervour. You let yourselves get lost in it, tongues dancing together slowly. You let your hands wander upwards, entwining them in her silver locks.

You let out a small whimper, causing Emily to pull back reluctantly. You looked at her, all wide eyes and pouty lips.

“None of that, sweetheart,” she replied to your little display, “I just don’t want to get too carried away, is all.”

You rolled your eyes. “Says the person who started it.”

Before she could reply, there was a knock at the door. The two of you separated quickly before she called for them to come in.

“Hey, guys,” JJ said from the doorway, “we’ve got a case.”

“We’ll be right there,” Emily replied.

Thankfully, JJ didn’t seem to pick up on anything, and she left with a nod. You went to follow her when Emily grabbed your wrist, turning you around.

“I’m not done with you,” she whispered, causing a chill to run up your spine.

Like nothing had happened, she exited the office, leaving you flustered at her words.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

When you entered the briefing room, Emily was already seated at the round table, chatting quietly with JJ. You took your seat next to her, purposely avoiding her gaze so as not to let that all too familiar heat creep up your cheeks. Tara and Luke greeted you quickly before returning to their own conversation.

Not too long after, Garcia entered, coffee in hand. As she made her way up to the front of the room to get set up, she stopped for a moment.

She cocked her head to the side. “Emily, I like your lipstick!”

You froze. Your lipstick.

“Wh—” Emily started, Penelope interrupting her.

“You don’t usually wear lipstick,” she said, “is it new? It looks like that Clinique one…Black Honey! Is that what you’re wearing?”

Before Emily could answer, Garcia continued, “Huh, that’s what you usually wear,” she remarked, her focus now shifting to you. You could see the gears turning behind her eyes. Tara and JJ were both holding back smiles, eyes flitting back and forth between you and Emily.

“Oh, my god!” Penelope all but shrieked. “You two?!”

You finally looked at Emily, whose eyes were already on you. Cat’s out of the bag, her expression read. You let your head fall to your hands with a sigh, knowing what was coming, and Emily placed her hand on your back gently.

“When? How long? How?!” Garcia questioned.

“Am I missing something?” Luke chimed in.

Garcia spun to him. “Missing something? They’re dating!”

At that moment, Rossi walked in. “Who’s—” he started, but then he saw Emily rubbing your back, “—oh.” He smiled, taking a seat.

“You knew, didn’t you?” She accused Rossi.

He shook his head, holding up his hands. “Not at all,” he said, “but I can’t say I’m surprised.”

You swear you could sense him winking at the two of you, but you didn’t dare look up.

“Well, I am! What—?” Before Garcia could continue her—very enthusiastic—interrogation, JJ stopped her.

“I think you’re scaring her, Penelope,” JJ warned, trying not to laugh at the situation.

“Okay, okay,” she rescinded.

You finally looked up, immediately regretting your decision as you locked eyes with your colleague.

“You guys have to tell me everything later,” she said quickly, “and I mean everything.”

You looked around the room, expecting someone to come to your defence. You were met, however, with some not-so-apologetic looks and a few shoulder shrugs. You shook your head, looking over to an unphased Emily.

“They were gonna find out some time, babe” she offered, patting you gently on the back.

You were never going to hear the end of this.

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[moonrisecherub]

atta girl | emily prentiss x reader

summary: you and emily try a new way to use your strap-on.

tags: smut (18+, mdni!), fem!non-bau!reader, top!emily, established relationship, mommy kink (sorry, not sorry), nipple play, vaginal fingering, strap-on use, no use of y/n, second person

word count: 1.3k

a/n: regular text size and capitalization under the cut. the premise of this was inspired by a tik tok i saw by @/siliconeslinger and the title is a twist on atta boy by red velvet :)

cross-posted on ao3

Sex with Emily was always amazing. The first time the two of you slept together, something had just clicked. Even though there was still much to learn about each other, that was part of the fun. Every day, you discovered something new about the other person. And every day, your affection grew.

Emily had been away on a case for nearly a week, leaving you with way too much free time on your hands. On this particular night, you had been scrolling on your phone when you came across a video explaining an alternate way to use a strap-on.

Your thighs clenched at the thought of trying this with Emily, and you filed away the idea for her return.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

A few days later, the team had finally wrapped up their case. It was getting late, but you couldn’t fall asleep knowing that Emily would be getting home soon.

So, instead of going to sleep—as you probably should have—you prepared for your girlfriend’s return.

First, you took a nice, steamy shower with your favourite body wash and scrub. Then, you put on your best nightwear and lit a candle before settling into bed with a book while you waited (im)patiently for Emily’s arrival.

Finally, you heard the front door open and some rustling in the entrance of the apartment. Soon enough, Emily appeared in the doorway. She looked exhausted, but the second her eyes landed on you, they were lit with a spark reserved only for you.

“Sweetheart,” she started as she made her way over to the bedside, “you didn’t have to wait up for me.”

“I know,” you replied, “but I wanted to.”

Emily took your face into her hand, stroking the skin of your cheek softly.

“You’re too good to me, you know that?”

At that, you giggled slightly, but you were soon silenced by her lips on yours. The kiss was gentle at first, but you deepened it quickly, perhaps due to all your pent-up energy. The book you’d been reading was soon discarded, and your hands made their way into your girlfriend’s silver locks. You hummed at the feeling of her tongue on yours, happy to know that she was just as hungry for you as you were for her.

Soon, however, Emily pulled away—albeit hesitantly.

“Honey, we should both get some sleep,” she said softly, “don’t you think?”

You shook your head, a pout forming on your lips and your eyes pleading.

“Oh? Does my girl have something else on her mind?”

You nodded in response.

“Words, honey.”

“Y-yes.”

A pause. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“There she is.”

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In a flurry of mouths on necks and shoulders, and hands just about everywhere else, you soon found yourselves naked under the soft covers of the bed.

With her lips latched snuggly around your nipple, Emily’s hand wandered down until her fingers reached your warmth. She moaned around your nipple, surprised at just how wet you were, which in turn sent a jolt through your body.

With urgency—but still tenderness—she gathered your wetness before inserting a finger into your entrance. You gasped at the feeling of her already beginning to thrust the digit in and out, curling it upwards as well. Already, you were beginning to shake.

She released her mouth from your nipple. “Oh, baby,” she cooed, “missed me, huh?”

You nodded, entranced by her low, but dulcet tone. Her slight teasing seemed to do something to you, as you clenched around her finger—which didn’t go unnoticed.

Just when you thought you might get to cum, she pulled out, and you felt yourself clenching around nothing. You whined at the feeling, eyebrows knitting together as you looked at her.

Her lips curled up. “We’re just getting started here.”

And maybe it was a blessing in disguise, because as she got up to get the strap, you remembered your little idea.

Soon, she joined you back on the bed, kneeling beside you as she adjusted the harness.

“Em?”

She paused her adjustments, looking up at you.

“Do you think you could put the ring a bit lower? Apparently, it, uh, makes it feel better.”

“Yeah?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, “Sure, why not?”

Once she had repositioned the ring and inserted the dildo, she got some lube from the bedside table.

“Hand.” She instructed.

When you stretched your hand out, she poured the lube into your palm, and you immediately knew what to do. Emily inched closer, and you wrapped your hand around the strap, spreading the lube along its length. This, all while maintaining eye contact with her.

Once satisfied, you laid down on your back, and she followed you down. Carefully, she swiped the strap through your folds a few times before putting it into the hilt in one fell swoop.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed immediately at the feeling.

Already, you could feel the difference in depth due to that small change in angle. In contrast to the intensity you were feeling, Emily stroked your forehead softly, waiting for the go-ahead to start thrusting.

“I’m ready,” you rasped out.

Without delay, Emily pulled back out before pushing in even harder this time. She set a brutal pace, with each stroke hitting you so deeply you were nearly seeing stars. Feeling the need to be closer, you wrapped your legs around her waist, bringing her down further. She was now close enough to capture your lips in a somewhat messy kiss, but the way her lips moved freely against yours just added fuel to fire.

You moaned into her mouth, feeling yourself getting close already. But then, she pulled back, slowing her thrusts slightly.

“On your hands and knees for me, sweetheart,” she ordered.

And you followed her orders quickly, getting into position and arching your back just how she liked it. You looked back to see Emily eyeing you like you had hung the moon and stars.

“Look so pretty like this for me, baby,” she said softly, “you ready for me?”

“Always ready for you, mommy.”

With that, she pushed back into you with no hesitation, resuming the pace she had set previously. This time, however, the position you were in led to the strap hitting your sweet spot better than ever.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined as she kept up the pace, “feels so good.”

“That’s it, baby,” Emily said in a surprisingly steady voice, “can I go faster?”

“Yes! Please!”

And before you knew it, you were actually seeing stars because of how well she was fucking you. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer, and deftly brought your hand to your pussy, a finger immediately circling your clit.

“Atta girl,” Emily encouraged you, “gonna cum for me?”

You couldn’t get any words out at that point, opting to moan out instead. She got the message though, and kept thrusting at the same angle and pace.

With one final stroke, you were falling apart. You shut your eyes as you reached your peak, an explosion of colours dancing behind your eyelids. Emily fucked you through it, words of praise adding to your pleasure.

When you finally came down from your high, you collapsed onto the bed. Emily pulled out gently, all while holding your waist, a thumb stroking your side to ground you.

She disappeared from the room for a moment, coming back with a warm washcloth and cleaning the excess lube from your centre. This simultaneously brought you back down to Earth.

When she was done cleaning you up and had discarded the cloth, Emily came to lay next to you. Almost instinctively, you lay your head on her chest—her heartbeat comforting you.

“How’re you feeling?” Emily asked after a stretch of silence, hand now stroking your back.

“Mmm, good,” you all but moaned, “really good.”

She giggled softly, amused by your dazed demeanour.

Not long after, the two of you dozed off, bodies entangled and hearts warm.

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[moonrisecherub]

softmiso -> moonrisecherub

my blog will be under construction for a bit, so some links won't work!

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[moonrisecherub]

my sweet honey bee | spencer reid x reader

summary: reader has a special christmas present for spencer.

tags: christmas fluff, fem!reader, established relationship, pregnancy

word count: ~600

a/n: title from 'all i want is you' featured in juno (2007) :)

cross-posted on ao3

It was a snowy morning. You and Spencer were sat by the fireplace, the warm glow of the fire contrasting with the white light streaming in through the windows.

Curled up on the couch together, you listened to one of your shared playlists. Every now and then, one of you would speak up to voice a passing thought, but you were otherwise silent.

You had just finished opening presents, a combinations of ones that you had bought or made for one another and some from friends and family.

While you tried to bask in the comfort of your fifth Christmas shared with one another, you were silently mulling over how you would give Spencer his final present. You were surprised he couldn’t hear the thoughts racing through your head from where it lay on his shoulder.

Before you could think too much more, Spencer gently patted your thigh. You lifted your head, eyebrows raising as you looked at him.

“I was thinking of making some apple cider,” he said. “Would you like some?”

You nodded. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

While Spencer busied himself in the kitchen, you paced around the living room. This was the perfect time to get the present from its hiding spot, but your nerves had you hesitating.

It’ll be fine, you told yourself. Just go get it.

And so, you walked quietly to your shared bedroom, fetching the small rectangular box from one of your designated drawers. You’d hidden it under a pile of clothing, knowing Spencer had no reason to look there.

By the time you got back to the living room, he was sat on the couch, ciders placed on the coffee table. Alerted of your presence by the soft sound of your footsteps, Spencer watched as you made your way in front of him. You held the box strategically behind your back, making sure that he didn’t get a peek of it.

He looked up at you inquisitively. “What’s up, honey?”

“Um,” you tried to gather your thoughts, “I might have one last present for you.”

“Really?” he asked. “You didn’t have to!”

“Trust me, I think you’ll like it.” A shy smile crossed your face.

You gave him the box, and he turned it over in his hands before unwrapping it carefully. Meanwhile, you decided to sit on the couch, legs feeling a bit wobbly with nerves and excitement.

Time seemed to slow as he finally opened the box and took out the small stick that you had placed inside.

His brows furrowed. That is, until he turned the stick over. His eyes widened as he read what was written on the tiny screen: pregnant.

He looked up at you with those eyes that had enchanted you all those years ago. “You’re...?”

“Yeah,” you said breathily.

His gaze flickered between your face and the test. At last, his now glistening eyes landed on you.

“Oh my god,” he said as he took you into his arms.

The embrace was oh, so welcome. You didn’t realize you had shed a few tears until he pulled back, wiping them away with his free hand.

For once, Spencer was at a loss for words. Instead, he kissed you slow and gentle, silently communicating all his feelings.

When he pulled away, his hand migrated to your side, thumb stroking your belly over your sweater.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” he said quietly.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you echoed back.

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[moonrisecherub]

self control | aaron hotchner x reader

summary: hotch drives reader home after a case and is unable to exercise self control.

tags: smut (18+/nsfw), boss/employee relationship (dubcon/power imbalance due to this), light angst, bau!reader, cunnilingus, unprotected piv, fingering, blowjob, thumb/finger sucking, cum eating

word count: 1.5k

a/n: regular text size and capitalization under the cut.

cross-posted on ao3

It had been a particularly grueling case. You tried to hide your fatigue, but Hotch caught on quickly. He offered to drive you home and, after a small back and forth, you agreed.

The ride was quiet; you slipped in and out of consciousness along the way. Pulling into your driveway, your superior looked over to your sleeping form, admiring your moonlit features.

Snapping out of his reverie, he cleared his throat, thus waking you from your light slumber. Your eyes blinked open slowly. For a moment, you too, admired the person in front of you.

“Hi,” you spoke softly.

He smiled. “Hi.”

Your eyes flickered down to the console between the two of you to where his hand rested. In your haze, you reached up, resting your own hand on the surface. Before you could think through your actions, you brushed your pinky against his.

You expected him to move, but he remained still. Looking up, you felt his eyes studying your features, trying to get a read on the situation. In another unexpected move, his hand enveloped your own hesitantly. Warmth spread through your skin where his hand made contact with your own.

“How are you feeling?” he asked quietly. If someone had been eavesdropping, they’d think he was just asking about the case. The look in his eyes—expectant, waiting—said otherwise.

“Good,” you whispered.

He leaned in. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

After a beat, his lips connected tenderly with your own. Before you could relax into the feeling, however, he pulled back. Realisation crossed his features. Want crossed your own.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “we—I shouldn’t.” His actions betrayed his words, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he spoke.

You rested your forehead upon his own. “I don’t care.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Somehow, you’d ended up in your house; lips and hands wandering intermittently as you made your way from the entryway to your bedroom.

“Hotch—” you gasped, as he pressed kisses against your neck.

“Aaron,” he mumbled against you.

“Mmm, sorry,” you managed to get out, “Aaron, please, need you.”

He pulled back, both hands cradling your face, thumbs stroking at your skin. His eyes, alight with a newfound wonder, flitted across your face. He didn’t know where to keep his gaze, wanting to remember every inch of your features.

He captured your lips in a hungry kiss, one hand moving to the nape of your neck and the other to your waist. As your lips moved together, he spun you around, walking you over to the edge of your bed.

The hand on your neck migrated to your face as he pulled back from the kiss, thumb dancing around your lips. As if on instinct, you opened your mouth, enveloping it with your warmth. You hummed as you sucked on his thumb, savouring the gentle weight of it on your tongue.

Aaron groaned at the feeling, and the way you looked at him made his cock stir in his slacks. He couldn’t help but to imagine it in place of his thumb in your mouth.

Reluctantly, he removed the digit from your mouth. “Kneel.”

You complied.

“Look at you sitting pretty for me,” he said as he began to unbuckle his belt.

You kept your eyes on his as he undressed. That is, until his cock sprung free from its confines. Your mouth watered at the sight of it.

“Can I?” you asked, biting your lip.

When he nodded, you took him into your hand. You pumped at his length a few times before kitten licking the precum at his tip. His hands flew to your head at the feeling, though he didn’t apply too much pressure, letting you set your own pace.

You suckled at the tip for a moment, before taking him into your mouth. Eyes still on his own, you hollowed out your cheeks as you moved up and down his cock. Your hand remained at the base, covering the area you couldn’t reach with your mouth. Spit dribbled from the corners of your mouth, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

You continued on, when you felt Aaron’s hands tighten their grip on your head. You could tell he was getting lost in the feeling, all glassy eyes and parted lips.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he said, voice raspy, “feel so good around me.”

You hummed around him, the vibrations of which nearly sending him into a frenzy.

With that, he pulled you off him. “Can’t cum yet.”

He helped you up, pushing you onto the bed. The second your back hit the mattress, he began to unbutton your shirt, wanting you to match his own state of undress. He took an excruciatingly long time to undress you, pausing at every chance he got to kiss and suck at your skin.

Finally, he’d made his way down to where you needed him most, carefully removing your underwear. He kissed along your upper thighs, not missing the way your arousal glistened where it painted your centre.

He spread your folds with his thumbs and, finally, his mouth was on you. He didn’t waste time in wrapping his lips around your clit, alternating between sucking and licking it. Your hips twitched at the intensity of the feeling. You’d never felt such electricity surge through you.

When he added a finger to the mix, you felt your pleasure rise and rise, until it finally reached a crescendo. Before you had the chance to recover, he made his way back up your body, kissing you with fervour.

As your tongues danced together, you felt him line up with your entrance before pushing in. You whined at the feeling of the welcome stretch, breath hitching once he bottomed out. His hands had migrated to your hips, thumb rubbing gentle circles into the skin.

He gave you a moment to adjust to him. In fact, he himself needed a moment to regain composure; the feeling of your silky walls was overwhelming to say the least.

Soon enough, you moved your hips upwards, urging him to move. After a few experimental thrusts, he found the perfect pace. He moved just slow enough to let you enjoy the feeling of his cock dragging within you, but fast enough for your pleasure to start building again.

“Fuck,” you gasped, “n-need you deeper.”

He swiftly took hold of your leg, placing it over his shoulder. He kissed your ankle from where it rested upon him before doing the same with your other leg. Quickly, he resumed his ministrations, this time hitting that oh so sweet spot inside of you.

He placed a hand over your tummy, pressing lightly. “Needed me right here, huh?”

You whined in response, words too difficult with the way he was pounded into you. Promptly, stars began to cloud your vision, the white-hot pleasure becoming overwhelming.

“Can feel you clenching around me, baby,” he groaned, “you gonna cum on my cock?”

You threw your head back. “Y-yes!”

As your climax approached once again, Aaron cradled your face, urging you to look at him. His movements started to become sloppy, and you could see composure start to dwindle.

“Where do you want me?”

“Inside.”

At that, his lips met yours in a kiss all too gentle for the intensity of the moment. But it was that contrast that sent you over the edge, Aaron quickly following suit. The moans and whines escaping the both of you, combined with the slick sounds of your bodies connecting, created an orchestra of sound.

A stillness followed as you both came down from your highs. Aaron slowly put your legs back down, and you knew they would ache in the morning. You drew in a sharp breath when he pulled out, only for it to catch in your throat as he replaced his cock with a finger.

Gathering his release on the digit, he brought it up to your mouth. You delighted in the taste of him, swirling your tongue around his finger to swallow every last drop.

He laid down beside you, enveloping you in his arms. “Did so well for me.”

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You must have fallen asleep soon after, waking to the sun streaming into your room. You looked over at Aaron’s sleeping form, now your turn to quietly admire.

You ran a hand through his hair, waking him in the process. As his eyes blinked open, a lazy smile tugged at his lips.

“Morning,” he said, voice hoarse with sleep.

“Morning.”

You lay there for a few moments, just taking each other in. The moment was short-lived, however, when his smile faltered. He said your name gingerly, making you worry slightly.

“You understand we can’t tell anyone about this, right?”

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“And,” he sighed, “we probably shouldn’t do this again.”

You couldn’t say you were surprised; he was your boss, after all. But it didn’t hurt any less.

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[moonrisecherub]

pearly dewdrops drop | spencer reid x reader

summary: spencer comes home from a case, finding comfort in reader.

tags: smut (18+/nsfw), fem!reader, hurt/comfort, established relationship, unprotected piv, nipple play, creampie, choking, crying

word count: ~700

a/n: regular text size and capitalization under the cut.

cross-posted on ao3

Spencer was usually good at compartmentalizing his work and personal lives. Usually.

It was some ungodly hour in the early morning when you heard the front door open. You made your way from your spot on the couch to go greet your boyfriend. Once in the entryway, you took in his appearance: hair disheveled, sleeves rolled up, and tie slightly askew.

It was his aura, however, that gave you pause. That quintessentially Spencer feeling was absent, and what was left felt like a void of sorts.

You approached him carefully. “Hi, baby.”

He gave a weak smile, pulling you into a hug. He held you tight, almost suffocatingly so. The two of you stayed anchored in place until he pulled back. Before you could get another word in, he captured your lips in a hungry kiss.

Immediately, his tongue made its way past your lips. A surprised sound escaped from your throat at his forwardness. Spencer typically took things slow—and rarely took the lead. Today, you knew that wouldn’t be the case.

You found yourselves in your shared bedroom, clothing having been shed somewhere along the way, leaving you both in your underwear.

You lay under him as he began to attack your neck with his affection. He left bruise after bruise, barely coming up for air. His lips then trailed down to your chest. He paused for a moment to remove your bra with deft fingers, only to plunge back in.

“Ah, Spence!” you gasped, as he took your nipple into his mouth.

He sucked and nibbled on the bud, fingers tweaking at the other, while you writhed underneath him. Despite the short timespan within which you had made your way from the entrance to your room, you could feel yourself getting worked up under his touch. And, despite his detached disposition, he was still able to read you faster than he could read any book. Releasing your breast from his mouth, he made quick work of removing his and your own underwear.

“Need you,” he mumbled. There was something to his voice, gruff and greedy, that told you his needs transcended words.

“Then take me.”

With that, he ran a finger through your folds, and swiftyly pressed it into your entrance. Even in his desperation, he made sure you were ready for him, pumping the digit in and out until he felt you could take him.

He held out his hand. “Spit.”

You complied, saliva dripping into his palm. He tugged at his cock a few times, before finally lining himself up with you. He pushed in carefully before bottoming out. You began to moan at the feeling of him filling you, but the sound caught in your throat as he set a brutal pace almost immediately.

He hammered into you, and the grip of his hand hands on your hips was sure to leave a bruise.

You could feel yourself getting close alarmingly fast. He wasn’t far behind, pace faltering every so often. He started blabbering, saying more than either of you had since he got home. Murmurs of feels so good, taking me so well, and all mine.

He could feel you fluttering around him, a sign of your impending climax, and his hand made its way around your throat. He pressed against the sides of your neck with just the right amount of pressure to make you see stars. And, before you knew it, you were cumming harder than you ever had before.

In your haze, you felt him release his hold, head falling to your shoulder as he pumped you with rope after rope of his cum.

For a moment, you both lay there, still as statues.

That’s when you felt it. A wetness gathering on your collarbone.

“Spence…?” you cautioned.

You felt more tears falling, accompanied by barely-there whimpers escaping from his throat. You held him tight, hands rubbing gently up and down his back.

After a bit, he pulled back, and you wiped away a few stray tears from his face.

“You wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head. “I just need you to hold me some more.”

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[moonrisecherub]

baby, i'm yours | art donaldson x reader

🦊 kinktober day 31: breeding/free for all (ft. unprotected piv sex, creampie, fingering)

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, ~800 words, fem!reader

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

It was a quiet night. The air outside was almost excruciatingly still compared to the storm of thoughts that swirled around in your head.

Art had just finished reading Lily her bedtime story and came to join you in your shared bedroom. As he climbed into bed, he kissed your forehead, lips lingering for a bit longer than usual.

“What’s goin’ on up there?” he asked as he pulled away. He looked into your eyes, searching for an answer.

“Nothing,” you lied, shaking your head. Art scoffed; he could read you like a book.

“You know you can tell me anything,” he prodded softly, which gave you a small surge of confidence. You still avoided his gaze, however, eyes falling to your hands.

“Okay, well,” you spoke quietly, “I’ve been thinking lately. About us.”

“Mhmm…” He looked at you inquisitively.

“You know I love when Lily comes to stay, but I think—I think I wanna try for a baby.”

At that, you looked up and into his eyes. His gaze held so much love, so much tenderness. Your nerves were instantly calmed.

“I think we can make that happen,” he said, hand coming up to cradle your face.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he whispered this time, face getting closer to your own until he captured your lips in a kiss. It started out soft, but soon deepened as you both thought of the prospect of making a mini version of yourselves.

Art moved so that he was hovering over you, one leg slotting between your own. He quickly removed your t-shirt, breath hitching in his throat at the sight of your bare chest. He held you firmly as he started to kiss around your breast. When he finally took your nipple into his mouth, your hips surged upwards to find friction on his leg.

“God,” he gasped, “imagine how full these’ll get.” He stroked both breasts with his hands, thumbing gently at your nipples as well. He then let his hands trail downwards, until they reached your stomach. “Can’t wait to see you all round with our baby.”

“Art,” you pleaded, “need you.” With that, his hands continued their descent. Once he reached your hips, he removed your underwear, flinging it somewhere into the room.

His fingers quickly found their way to your folds, spreading your wetness across the expanse of your heat, before dipping a finger inside of you. He pumped the digit in and out of you, curling it upwards to hit that spot that you couldn’t reach on your own.

He went back to kissing you, tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss when he added a second, and then a third finger. You were so open and pliable under his touch.

“Ready for me?” he asked, and you nodded your reply.

He quickly got rid of his boxers, releasing his length from its confines. His tip an angry red and dribbling with precum. He stroked himself a few times, before lining himself up with you, forgoing the condom this time. He then pushed in, knocking the air out of your lungs when he bottomed out. Before you knew it, he’d set a relentless pace, rutting into you with a newfound passion.

“Feel so good around me,” he groaned, “so good for me.”

“Just for you,” you managed to get out.

“Yeah? Gonna let me fuck you full, so everyone knows who you belong to?”

Before you could answer, Art took a hold of your leg, placing it over his shoulder. He did the same with the other, and you cried out at how deep he was inside of you. He also reacted to the feeling, as the rhythm of his thrusts started to falter.

You could feel your peak approaching, walls clenching around Art’s length. To add fuel to the fire, his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles into the bundle of nerves.

“Ah!” you exclaimed, “please cum inside me, fill me up.”

With a few more thrusts, Art filled you to the brim. He dropped his head, resting his forehead against yours. Somehow, he still managed to keep pounding into you, pushing his cum even deeper inside of you. The thought of him knocking you up, paired with the sensation, is what sent you over the edge.

You were still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm when Art pulled out, but he quickly replaced his cock with his fingers, making sure not a drop of his seed went to waste. He then found a pillow, propping it up underneath you for good measure.

He stroked some of your hair back from your forehead. “Gonna make a great mom.”

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[moonrisecherub]

come together | spencer reid x reader

🦊 kinktober day 29: uniforms (ft. munch!spencer, spencer's work clothes, cumming in pants)

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, ~1k words, fem!reader, spoiler free/not set in a particular season!

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

It was late, and Spencer still hadn’t come home. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, but on this particular night you were feeling a bit…needy.

You lay on the couch as you waited for him, with some random show playing on the TV. Your mind wandered, however, to thoughts of Spencer at work. You recalled the outfit he was wearing when he left in the morning: off-white dress shirt, patterned tie, and matching brown slacks and waistcoat. Not to mention his gun tucked into its brown leather holster.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, because you woke up tucked into bed.

“Spence?” You called out quietly, as you opened your eyes. As if on cue, he entered your shared bedroom, glass of water in hand.

He approached you, placing the water down on the nightstand. You noted how his sleeves were pushed up, and his hair was slightly dishevelled, as though he’d been running his hands through it.

“Hi,” he spoke softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “didn’t have to wait up for me.”

“I wanted to,” you replied with a tired smile. His expression mirrored your own.

“Yeah?” He questioned, “Any reason why?”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, and you avoided his gaze. His hand found your chin, lifting it gently so you had to look at him. He gave you a look that you knew all too well; he knew what you were thinking, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Need you,” you spoke, after a beat. He hummed, thumb stroking your chin. “C’mere,” you whispered, “please.”

You moved the duvet aside, patting the empty space next to you on the bed. He took his gun out of the holster, placing it in the drawer of the bedside table. You noticed the way he removed it with such practiced ease.

He started to undress, loosening his tie, but you swatted his hand away as he went to take it off. He looked at you curiously, and you took the opportunity to grab the end of his tie, pulling him closer to you. When he was close enough, you captured his lips in a hungry kiss. Your lips moved together, and you tried to pull him into bed with you, before he separated from the kiss.

“Gonna let me take this off?” He asked, motioning to his still fully clothed form. Usually, you didn’t allow outside clothes in bed, but you didn’t care about that at the moment. You shook your head, biting your lip slightly. At that, realization crossed his face, and he climbed into bed next to you. “You like seeing me like this, huh?”

Instead of replying, you went back to kissing him, your hands finding themselves in his hair. As time went on, you grew needier, and your tongue slipped past his lips. Your tongues danced together, but when that wasn’t enough, you drew him closer until he was on top of you.

Your wrapped your legs around his hips, your own grinding up immediately just to feel something. You could feel his growing bulge, and he could feel the heat radiating from your core even through the layers of clothing. You inched your hand down, grabbing his length through his slacks, but he stopped you.

“Let me take care of you,” he spoke, lips still nearly connected to your own. You nodded against him.

Immediately, he started to trail kisses from your cheek to your neck, pausing every once in a while to suck and nibble on the supple skin. At the same time, his hands found the hem of your shirt. He halted his kisses to pull your top up and over your head, revealing your bare chest to him.

He resumed, lips now wrapping themselves around your nipple, and his hand tweaking deftly at the other. You moaned at his touch, hips bucking up once again, trying to chase some semblance of relief.

With that, Spencer let his lip travel down your body, until he reached the waistband of your sleep shorts. He looked up to you, eyes full of need. When you nodded, he removed your shorts and underwear in one fell swoop, and promptly spread your folds with his fingers.

“So wet for me,” he spoke, before his lips latched onto your clit.

There was something about the juxtaposition between him, in his professional attire, and you, in your state of undress, that drove you wild. This was further cemented by your reaction to his lips on you.

“Fuck, Spence!” You cried out, and your hips immediately followed the sensation. He sucked and licked your bud with such precision, as though he had studied you inside and out.

He continued his ministrations, dipping down to lick at your entrance every now and then. He must have noticed the way you clenched around nothing, as he soon pushed a finger inside of you.

Your breaths started to come out in stutters and your hips moved erratically against Spencer’s mouth. When your hands flew to his hair, in an attempt to ground yourself, he knew you were close. You heard—and felt—him moan against you, sending you over the edge.

When you finally came back to earth, your eyes met Spencer’s from where his head was laid upon your thigh. His gaze was full of admiration, a look that had not once faltered in the years that you had been together.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, your hands playing idly with his soft locks. Then it dawned on you.

“Let me help you now,” you said, voice just loud enough for him to hear you.

He chuckled quietly. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

Your brows furrowed, but then he got up slowly, revealing a wet patch in the front of his trousers.

“Oh, Spence,” you giggled, as he came to lay down next to you.

“Hey, don’t laugh!” He responded, “It’s a totally normal reaction, in fact—” You silenced him with a kiss.

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[moonrisecherub]

drowsy dreams | steve harrington x reader

🦊 kinktober day 24: somnophilia (ft. piv sex, creampie, pre-negotiated/consensual somno!)

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, ~500 words, fem!reader

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

The waves of sleep were slowly subsiding. As the warm waters retreated, they usually left a groggy and uncomfortable feeling in their wake. In this instance, however, they were replaced by an equally warm and—interestingly—more pleasurable feeling.

You could feel a finger lazily circling your clit. Behind you, something hard, warm, pressed itself into the swell of your ass. This was more vivid than any dream you’d ever had; both feelings felt so anchored in reality.

With curiosity, you grinded backwards into the feeling. At that, you heard a groan in your ear.

“You up?” You heard a gravelly voice speak. Steve’s voice. That’s when you realized.

This wasn’t a dream.

Infinitely better.

“Stevie?” You whispered, and he hummed at the sound of your voice.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he said quietly into your ear, “feels so good.”

He continued to rub up against you, finger still on your clit. It felt great, but you knew it could feel even better.

“Inside,” you pleaded, voice just above a whisper, “want you inside.”

Steve took no time to manoeuvre you into a suitable position, one hand finding your hip, and the other lining himself up with your entrance. He slid in with ease—must have been playing with you for a while before you woke up.

He immediately started to thrust into you once he bottomed out, barely giving you a chance to adjust to him. You gasped out. The feeling was overwhelming, but so very welcome.

He moved relatively slowly, but still hit deep inside of you. Little ah, ah, ahs left your mouth, and you pushed back on the inward strokes.

Steve took that as a sign to add some extra stimulation, his finger finding your clit once again. He rubbed tight, messy circles on the bundle of nerves. You could feel yourself getting closer already, probably due to his earlier endeavours.

You gripped his wrist, silently asking him to apply more pressure, and he did. At the same time, the movement of his hips sped up, becoming more erratic. You could tell he was close, not only due to his motions, but also due to his babbling.

Feel so good.

Pussy’s taking me so well.

Fuckin’ made for me.

His words spurred you on more and more, and you could feel yourself getting close to your peak. Then, you felt his hips stutter, once, twice, and finally still inside of you. Even as he came, he continued to rub your clit. The feeling of him filling you, paired with his finger on your bud, is what sent you over the edge.

You heard a distant cry as you came, only realizing it was your own when you finally came back down to earth.

You felt Steve press gentle kisses down your neck as he slowly pulled out. You could feel him dripping out of you, but couldn’t muster up enough energy to care.

Your consciousness wavered, but through that post-orgasmic haze, you heard him speak once more.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, love.”

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[moonrisecherub]

suck it and see | eddie munson x reader

🦊 kinktober day 22: deepthroating (ft. eddie and reader's first time together, finger sucking)

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, ~600 words, realized this could be gn!reader :)

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

“Oh, God,” you gasped at the first sight of Eddie’s cock.

“It’s just me, sweetheart,” he joked.

You looked up from where you were kneeled in front of him, taking him in your hand. Something about the look in your eyes, the feeling of your soft skin against him, halted his joking energy.

Eyes still on him, you sat up a little, mouth hovering over his length. He braced himself, a hand threading itself into your hair. Rather than putting your mouth around him as he’d expected, you pursed your lips and let your spit fall onto his tip. Eddie chuckled in disbelief.

With the added help, you let your hand glide up and down his cock. You went on like this for a tad too long, wanting to rile him up, get him sensitive for what was to come.

“C’mon, baby,” he groaned, “if you keep going, I’m gonna cum like this.”

“We wouldn’t want that, now, would we?” You asked almost mockingly.

Eddie shook his head, gaze still upon you. The look in his eyes was hard to decipher. It was something between desperation and lust—no—greed. He wanted so badly to use your mouth.

And who were you to deny him?

You circled your tongue around his head, tasting the precum that had gathered at the tip, and Eddie’s mouth fell open. Tilting your head, you licked up the side of him, right up a vein that protruded from the supple skin.

“Fu—oh!” He moaned out, taken by surprise when you finally took him into your mouth. You started to bob your head slowly, at a torturous pace, really. You sucked gently on the downward movements, earning a moan from him.

Soon enough, you started to speed up the pace. After a few moments, however, something felt like it was missing. You loved the feeling of his cock in your mouth, but it wasn’t enough. You needed to feel fuller; you needed him deeper.

With that, you took him down, down, down, until he was as deep as possible. You hummed at the feeling of his cock down your throat. It was euphoric, all-consuming. Eddie felt the same, more intensely even, being on the receiving end.

You found a new rhythm, never pulling off too far. You could feel Eddie’s hand tighten in your hair, his hips twitching to buck up. For a moment, you pull off fully, and his eyes widened.

“Use me.”

And back down you went. With that, Eddie’s gaze darkened, and his other hand found its way into your hair. He held your head firmly, pushing down experimentally. You looked up at him, a hand coming up to his hips, silently telling him to move them to his heart’s desire.

Finally, you felt him back where you needed him. He set a good pace, giving you time to breathe every few strokes. Shortly, you’d feel his thrusts become more erratic, his hands trembling where he held you. With every new stroke, his cock hit your throat harder and harder. Tears started to stream from your eyes, and you hummed against him as you had before.

With one more thrust, and a loud groan, he held you down as he came down your throat. You savoured every drop before finally pulling off him gently, so as not to overstimulate him. You both panted slightly, staring into each other’s eyes in awe of what had just taken place.

Eddie’s hand then made its way from the back of your head to your face. His thumb stroked your cheek, gather some of the tears that had fallen earlier. His thumb kept moving, though, now to your lip. Almost instinctively, you took it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digit. You saw a glimmer in his eyes.

“You’re amazing, angel.”

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[moonrisecherub]

nectar | bellice

🦊 kinktober day 17: squirting (ft. bella and alice getting together, and alice's skilled fingers)

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, ~700 words, guys idrk when in the series this takes place tbh, just that bella's 18 or older at this point for obvious reasons. could be an au. who knows? not me.

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

The crisp autumn air gently flowed through the window, sending a slight shiver through Bella where she lay under Alice. The cold, but smooth, skin of her companion didn’t help.

“Shoot. Sorry Bells,” Alice spoke, “do you want me to go close the window?”

“No!” Bella replied a tad too quickly. “No,” she repeated, now calmer, “please stay.”

Alice searched her eyes for a quick moment, before gently tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Alright,” she said, a soft lilt to her speech. That hand now travelled to Bella’s rosy cheek to cradle her face as Alice kissed her softly. She darted her tongue out hesitantly and was pleased to feel Bella’s against hers. The two moved together slowly, yet deliberately.

As they continued, Alice couldn’t help but smell the sweet scent of Bella’s arousal through her underwear. She tried to ignore it, but to no avail; the indescribable scent enticing her. She pulled away, but not without difficulty.

“Bella, we should stop.” Bella’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Why? Do you hear the others, are they nearby?” At that, Alice shook her head, adding to the younger woman’s confusion.

“I can’t—” Alice started, trying to gather her thoughts, “—I want you too bad, but I’m afraid that I’ll… that I’ll hurt you.” Bella smiled. Now, it was Alice’s turn to be confused.

“You can at least let me have some say in the matter.”

“But Bell—”

“I, frankly, don’t care if you hurt me,” Bella interrupted, “I think you underestimate how much I want you.” With that, Alice leaned down, forehead resting on Bella’s.

“Yeah?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah.”

Their lips joined once again, now with a new fervour. Alice’s hand soon made its way to the waistband of Bella’s underwear, where she paused. She felt Bella nod, hearing a wanton moan escape her throat.

Slowly, Alice pulled down her underwear, Bella kicking it off. Alice’s lithe fingers found Bella’s folds. Both women gasped: Alice at just how wet she was, and Bella at the cold, but welcome touch.

Alice’s touch started out experimentally, but she learned the other woman’s body quickly. She nosed at Bella’s cheek, swearing she could feel the heat rise under her skin the second her finger landed on her clit. She swirled her finger around the bundle of nerves in swift, tight circles. The sounds coming from Bella were music to her ears, but nothing would compare to what she would soon hear.

“More,” Bella spoke, barely managing to get the word out, “need more of you, please.”

Alice’s fingers snaked their way through Bella’s fold and down to her entrance. She inserted a finger to little resistance, and the silky warmth felt like heaven on her skin. As she thrust her finger in further, she curled the digit upwards, eliciting a surprised sound from Bella.

When Bella’s hips bucked up, trying to follow the pleasure, Alice instinctively added a second finger. When that wasn’t enough, she sped up. Until—

“Alice,” Bella gasped, “I feel—uh—feel weird.” Alice moved to look her in the eyes.

“Good weird, or bad weird?”

“Good, I just,” Bella replied with an urgency, “just different.”

“Just trust me, okay?” Bella nodded in silent response.

At that, Alice double down on her efforts. On the inward strokes of her fingers, she pressed harder as she curled them up. Bella’s hips moved erratically now, and she felt the pleasure build to heights she had never felt before. It was overwhelming, all consuming, otherworldly.

“Fuck,” she gasped, “I’m gonna—”

“Just let go.”

And the floodgates opened.

Bella saw stars as she squirted onto Alice’s hand. Alice’s eyes darted back and forth between the sight below her and Bella’s face contorted in pleasure. She was in awe, but despite this she continued to fuck her through it until Bella reached a hand down to halt her movements.

Bella’s eyes widened, feeling the wetness on the other woman’s hand and wrist. Before she could say anything, Alice shushed her. She looked at Bella as though she had hung the moon, swiftly calming her nerves.

Alice kept her eyes on Bella as she removed her fingers, and slowly she took the digits into her mouth, tasting Bella’s sweet nectar on her skin.

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[moonrisecherub]

you make loving fun | wolfstar

🦊 kinktober day 15: teasing (ft. my take on 5+1 things, also techically there's foot stuff? but like don't let that deter you it's so subtle, just thought i'd mention it)

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, ~1k words

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

Strike One

Sirius awoke, feeling hotter than usual. Not only was the sun beating down on his skin through the window, but he was also fully covered by his and Remus’ shared duvet. Remus, on the other hand, was completely uncovered. Odd sight, Sirius noted. Usually, Remus was the one to hog the duvet at night, stating that he ‘ran cold’ and that Sirius should ‘have more sympathy.’

But alas, there lay Remus, sun kissing his scars and freckles beautifully. Naturally, Sirius’ eyes trailed down, only to be met by Remus’ unclothed body. Another odd sight, thought Sirius, not unwelcome though. Remus tended to sway more on the shy side when it came to his body. He further enjoyed wearing his oversized jumpers, even well into the summer.

Now, despite these oddities, Sirius was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Gently, he made his way to Remus’ side of the bed—hand landing on his waist, and lips finding his shoulder.

Remus woke with a smile.

Strike Two

The two had had a slow start to their morning, lazing around in bed for a good part of it, before making their way to the kitchen. Remus set to making breakfast, as Sirius made them their respective cups of tea and coffee.

Remus ended up making simple, but delicious, bowls of yogurt topped with granola, berries, and honey. They ate calmly. That is, until Remus finished his bowl, taking his good old time to savour every last bite. Sirius could not look away from the way his boyfriend’s berry-stained lips wrapped around his spoon. Wonder what they’d look like wrapped around my—

“Right, well!” Sirius spoke, voice just a tad too high. “I’m, uh, gonna go get ready.”

Remus watched as his boyfriend left the kitchen in a hurry, not missing the slight bulge in his pyjama bottoms.

Strike Three

After breakfast, they headed into town, Remus stating that he wanted to find a muggle book a coworker had recommended. Remus, also, just so happened to be wearing Sirius’ favourites of his pullovers. This didn’t go unnoticed.

As they weaved their way in and out of second-hand bookstores, Remus’ hand would brush Sirius’ every now and then. Inconspicuous enough to fly under the radar of fellow shoppers, but enough to make a warmth spread across Sirius’ skin.

With each touch, Remus smiled to himself.

Strike Four

After a few more shops, and a quick stop in a café, the duo found themselves in an old bookstore on the edge of town. It had three stories and was filled to the brim with books dating back farther than Sirius could imagine.

The top floor was where Remus found his book, eyes lighting up at the discovery. When those eyes found Sirius’ own, however, they lit up with something different.

After checking to make sure they were alone, Remus crowded Sirius into a corner, hand weaving its way into his darker locks. Remus’ lips brushed against the other’s cheek, in what seemed to be an innocent-enough touch. Sirius was then taken by surprise as Remus’ touch migrated, lips now on his earlobe. The bugger. Sirius’ earlobes were among his most sensitive spots. Remus knew this, and he knew it well.

Usually, Remus would nip at Sirius’ earlobe playfully, earning anything from a whine to a moan. This time, though, he pulled away just as Sirius’ eyes had fluttered closed.

“Should go pay, eh, Siri?” Remus spoke in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Strike Five

It was now evening, and the sun has long since disappeared from the sky. Remus had been deeply engrossed in his books, eyes barely leaving the pages since they had gotten home. He sat with his feet in Sirius’ lap, who was sat at the opposite end of the couch. Sirius scribbled away in his journal, chronicles of the past few days, fragments of songs, and doodles filling the pages.

Sirius nearly messed up his drawing when he felt a foot brush up against his crotch. He tried to ignore it, thinking that Remus had probably just outstretched his foot absentmindedly. He was proven wrong at the second touch.

Sirius could feel himself growing harder and harder by the minute. When he looked up, expecting a smirking Remus, he was met by the other man’s flat expression as he continued to read his book.

When Sirius looked away, Remus couldn’t help but to let the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.

The Final Straw

Sirius was in front of the washroom mirror, brushing his teeth as he readied himself for bed. His mind had grown foggy as the night went on, and he was nearly falling asleep mid-brush. Nearly. He started to think back on the day—Remus’ sleeping figure in the morning, the spoon incident, Remus’ fleeting touches in town, the bookstore situation, Remus’ wandering foot on the couch—

In walks Remus, expression innocent as ever. They make eye contact in the mirror, and Sirius swears he sees a flicker of something in Remus’ eyes. He spits out the remainder of the toothpaste, rinsing the toothbrush and putting it away. Almost as if on cue, Remus’ hands grip Sirius’ waist, whose suspicions were now being confirmed. They were truly confirmed, then, when he felt Remus’ bulge press up against his backside.

“Oh, you little tease.” Sirius spun around, hands landing on Remus’ shoulders. Finally, Remus let a smile break out across his face as Sirius pushed him towards the door. Sirius’ hand migrated to his partner’s chin, holding him in place as their lips grew closer. It was now Remus’ turn to let his eyes shut slowly, but they snapped open when Sirius’ touch disappeared. His gaze landed on Sirius’ retreating figure, as the other man left the washroom.

“’Night, love!” Sirius called, now down the hall.

The cheeky fucker.

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[moonrisecherub]

la petite mort | steddie

🦊 kinktober day 10: overstimulation (ft. multiple orgasms, cock ring, prostate massage, blow job)

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, ~300 words (sorry this is short, i'm still sick and v tired, hopefully next week will be better!)

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

“C’mon, Stevie,” Eddie cooed, “just give me one more, yeah?”

Steve shook his head. “C–can’t.”

“Colour?” Eddie held off on his movements for a moment.

“Green,” Steve breathed, “just– ‘s just a lot.”

“Know you can take it, baby,” Eddie reassured him.

At that, Eddie continued to stroke Steve’s cock, which was now glistening with cum from his past few orgasms. Between that, the vibrating cock ring, and Eddie’s fingers bullying his prostate, Steve was a mess.

Reflexively, Steve went to run a hand through his hair. He was promptly stopped, however, by the cuffs around his wrists, which clinked against the metal of the bedframe.

Steve was still coming down from his most recent orgasm, pain mixing with pleasure in the most delectable way. A whimper escaped from his throat, earning a sound of satisfaction from Eddie, paired with his hand speeding up.

“Fuck,” Steve gasped. He could feel the sensations starting to become too much again, and just when he thought he couldn’t feel any more intensely, Eddie added his mouth to the mix.

“You’re–shit–you’re gonna kill me, Eds.”

If he could, Eddie would be smirking. Instead, his mouth moved expertly on Steve’s cock in tandem with his hand. All the while, he sped up his fingers against Steve’s prostate.

Steve wasn’t too sure what the final nail in the coffin was, but his orgasm came out of nowhere. Everything went black for a few moments, his body numb, and pleasure at its peak.

When he finally came to, his hands were freed, the cock ring was off, and Eddie was now by his side.

“You with me?” Eddie asked, hand finding its way into Steve’s locks.

“Mhmm,” Steve hummed as he leaned into Eddie’s touch.

Somehow, he mustered up enough energy to open his eyes, now looking into his partner’s.

“Gotta ask,” Steve murmured, “how the fuck do you do all of that at once?”

Eddie chuckled. “I guess years of singing and playing the guitar at the same time paid off.”

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[moonrisecherub]

nestled | wolfstar

🦊 kinktober day 8: cockwarming (ft. spit as lube, bottom!remus, top!sirius, and uni au!)

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, ~600 words (i'm sick rn so sorry if this is trash lol)

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

It was nearly midnight, and Sirius was still in the office working away at his essay, which he should have started weeks ago.

Remus squirmed in his armchair, book in hand, but attention elsewhere. Between both of them trying to finish their coursework for the semester and Remus picking up extra shifts at the café he’d been working at, the two barely had any time to themselves that week. Yes, they’d managed a quickie earlier in the night, but Remus decided that that just would not do.

He placed his bookmark in his book, putting it on the side table, and made his way into the office.

Sirius was sitting at the desk, scrolls and books strewn haphazardly across it. Remus approached him, coming to his side, a hand finding its way into his partner’s messy locks.

“Siri,” he started, “please, can you take a break?” At that, Sirius looked up, a frown crossing his lips.

“Wish I could, love,” he replied, “but I really need to finish this.” His gaze returned to the page on which he was currently scribbling away.

Remus sighed. He almost left the room in defeat, before an idea crossed his mind.

He spun Sirius around in his office chair, the other not protesting much.

“Rem, what’re you up to?” Sirius questioned, eyebrow quirking up.

“Just trust me, ‘kay?” Remus didn’t fully answer his question, but he had piqued his boyfriend’s interest.

Remus got on his knees, hands finding the other’s waist. Slowly, he removed Sirius’ pyjama bottoms and boxer shorts to find that he was already half hard.

“Guess we’re on the same page then?” Remus asked rhetorically, as he took his partner’s cock into his hand.

“Remus,” Sirius tried to speak sternly, but his voice came out more as a whine, “don’t have time for this.”

“I know,” he replied, “just give me one more minute, yeah?”

Remus continued to stroke Sirius’ cock gently, until he was fully hard under his touch. With that, he stood up and removed his own boxers. He then sat himself in his boyfriend’s lap, hand finding his cock once again as it sat at attention next to his own neglected length. After a few more strokes, Remus held out his hand.

“Spit.” He ordered.

Sirius happily complied, holding Remus’ gaze the entire time. Mischief glimmered in both of their eyes as Remus used his newly wet palm to guide Sirius’ cock to his hole. Thankfully, Remus was still stretched out from their earlier endeavours and was able to sink himself down easily.

Sirius’ hands immediately went to the other’s waist, his own hips bucking up. He was swiftly stopped, however, two hands swatting at his own.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Remus tutted, “no moving.”

“But­–”

“I said ‘no moving,’” Remus continued, “at least until you finish your work.”

So there Remus sat, filled and sated, while his partner now rushed to finish writing the clean copy of his work. Every once in a while, Remus would move slightly, under the guise of ‘getting comfy.’ Sirius grew needier and needier as time went on, cock somehow growing harder within Remus’ tight walls.

After what felt like hours, Sirius finally put down his quill, hands finding their way back to Remus’ waist.

“Done,” he sighed, “happy now?” Remus nodded as he started to move hips, now with more purpose than before.

It was his turn to be stopped this time.

“Wha–”

Before he could finish his question, Sirius removed himself from Remus, earning a whine from the latter. Quickly, Sirius manoeuvred Remus around until he was bent over the desk, slamming himself back in and leaning down so that his lips grazed Remus’ ear.

“I’m just getting started with you.”

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[moonrisecherub]

our bodies move in unison | eddie munson x reader

🦊 kinktober day 3: 69 (ft. cunnilingus, deep throating, handjobs, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing, and mentions of anal fingering (m receiving) and ball massage)

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, fem!reader, ~700 words

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

There were two things in this world Eddie couldn’t get enough of: 1) eating you out, and 2) you sucking his cock. When it came to the former, he could go at it for hours; lapping at your folds, sucking on your clit. And the former? Let’s just say that you never held back. Every time you take him into your mouth, he swears he sees God. We’re talking spit and pre dripping down to his balls, which you would also manage to play with while simultaneously deep throating him. Sometimes, a finger or two would migrate downwards, and you’d insert them with a practiced ease.

All that to say, in Eddie’s mind, there would be nothing better than to combine his two favourite activities.

“Eds, what if I suffocate you?” You asked as you continued to grind down on his cock. He stops you, both hands on your hips.

“Honey, that would be a great way to go,” he jokes, and you scoff, “seriously though, don’t worry, okay?” You nod, still hesitant. “How about this: since both of our mouths will be…busy,” he starts, “we can just tap the other person on the thigh three times if we need to stop.”

“Okay,” you agree, “yeah, okay, that sounds good.” A smile forms across your face, partially due to excitement, but also due to a good kind of nervousness.

Slowly, you remove him from yourself, both of you wincing slightly at the loss of contact. You look deeply in his eyes before you start to crawl up and around. Now, as you face the end of the bed, pussy hovering over his mouth, you lean down and take him into your hand. You stroke softly a few times, and you feel his fingers spread your folds.

“Ready?” You hear him ask, and you look back, nodding.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Eddie beats you to the punch, tongue immediately circling your clit. You jolt at the feeling and start to revel in it until you remember the task at hand. With that, you sort of mirror his actions, tongue circling his ruddy tip a few times before you take him as deep as you can.

He doesn’t let up though, flattening his tongue against you and licking through your folds. You start to bob your head up and down. You pause occasionally when you reach his base, and swallow around his length, just like you know he likes it. At that, you feel him moan against you, vibrations spreading through your centre.

Eddie returns the favour, taking your bud into his mouth once again, this time sucking at it with a fervour reserved just for you. When he inserts a finger, you have to remove him from your mouth for a moment, but you still tug at him with your hand.

“Fuck, Eds,” you pant out, “don’t think I’m g—gonna last much longer.” Somehow, he continues, but you know he’s close too. His cock throbs, and you see a pearly drop of precum drip from his tip, which you eagerly lick up before sinking your mouth back down around him.

With one more curl of his finger inside you and suck to your bundle of nerves, you feel yourself coming apart on Eddie’s mouth. You tremble with the strength of your orgasm, seeing stars, and nearly losing feeling in your body. Without even noticing, you moan around him, setting him off.

He releases down your throat, and you swallow down everything he has to give you. You slowly move your mouth up his length, sucking at the tip one last time, and you feel him shudder. You let go with a pop, and finally relax, resting your head on his thigh. You almost forget the position you’re in until you feel a few taps at your own thigh.

“Shit, sorry, baby,” you panic, turning around and sitting back in his lap, “all good?” You ask, hand cradling his face.

“Better than ever.”

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[moonrisecherub]

worship the flame | art donaldson x reader

🦊 kinktober day 1: breast worship

🥮 other details: nsfw/18+, fem!reader, ~400 words

🍁 cross-posted on ao3

You lay in bed, idly reading a book, when you hear the front door open. After finishing the page you were on, you place the book on the nightstand, and Art enters your shared bedroom.

“Hi, baby,” he speaks softly.

“Hi, Artie. How was practice?” You ask, but you already know the answer by the look on his face.

“Tiring,” he replies, “couldn’t stop thinking about coming home to you,” he continues, and you pout. He approaches, placing his hand on your cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. You lean into his touch, comforted by the familiar feeling.

“Come join me,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. He complies, removing his tennis gear and climbing into bed next to you. Immediately, he lay his head on your chest, hand cupping your breast tenderly.

The two of you lay in comfortable silence for a few moments, but as time goes on, Art’s fingers migrate closer and closer to your nipple. It perks up under the thin material of your sleep shirt, and you swear you can feel a smile tug at Art’s lips.

“Missed you,” he says, lifting his head slightly, kissing you softly on your chin, “missed them,” he continues, placing a kiss on either breast over the low neckline of your top. You giggle at his sincerity. He’s always been enamoured by every part of you, but your breasts? Well, he had a particular fondness for them.

“Wanna take this off for me?” He asks, hands inching downwards to your sides. You nod, and he removes your shirt with grace. Immediately, his lips find your right nipple, and his hand finds your left. His soft lips envelop the bud, while his fingers tweak at the other tenderly.

A moan escapes you involuntarily as his teeth nip at the sensitive skin. At that, he looks up at you, all the world’s admiration in his eyes. He moves up slightly, then, finally capturing your lips in a kiss. Quickly, it deepens, your tongues tangling. The two of you move languidly, however, and his hand stays on your breast. Right where it belongs.

Finally, he returns to your chest, lips now moving to the opposite nipple. As he continues his ministrations, you feel your arousal increasing. You, not so subtly, rub your thighs together to relieve some of the tension. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed by Art, and he releases your bud from his mouth. His hand travels lower and lower, until he reaches your clothed folds.

“Am I leaving someone out?” He asks, a smirk spreading across his lips.

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[moonrisecherub]

kinktober 2024 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

🦊 welcome to my first ever kinktober! all works are nsfw/18+!!

🍁 prompt list by: absurdthirst

🥮 schedule: twice a week, on tuesdays and thursdays

🍂 fandoms include: challengers, criminal minds, stranger things, harry potter, and twilight

🎃 all works: will be tagged here and linked below & can be found in this ao3 series

oct 1 | breast worship - art x reader (challengers)

oct 3 | sixty-nine - eddie x reader (stranger things)

oct 8 | cock warming - wolfstar / remus x sirius (harry potter)

oct 10 | overstimulation - steddie / steve x eddie (stranger things)

oct 15 | teasing - wolfstar / remus x sirius (harry potter)

oct 17 | squirting - bellice / bella x alice (twilight)

oct 22 | deepthroating - eddie x reader (stranger things)

oct 24 | somnophilia - steve x reader (stranger things)

oct 29 | uniforms (ish) - spencer x reader (criminal minds)

oct 31 | breeding (free for all) - art x reader (challengers)