#kinkbingo

[insomniac1994]

Umm did someone request a second chapter?

Wednesday and Tyler are forced to complete an English Assignment together, two students that had nothing in common. After Tyler refused to allow Wednesday to write it herself they find themselves working well. Until her distracting fidgeting gets in the way.

[ncdover1285]

My masterpost for the SPN Kink Bingo 2022 @spnkinkbingo  Baby Brother (wincest)

pinkpanties67 (cybersex)

In a Cabin in the Woods (free space)

A Favor for the Winchesters (voyeurism)

A Dick Pic is Worth a Thousand Words (dick pic)

Rope and Ride (bondage)

Trust Me? (Intercrural Sex)

Watch Me Watch You (Castiel/ Jimmy)

So Green (dom/sub)

pinkpanties67 pt 2 (m/m)

Summer Lovin’ (threesome)

[reiderwriter]

🧺 Any More 🧺

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 2024

Requested: spencer realizing that he’ll never love someone as much as he loves you. (whether that be because of a case or what have you), his mind is absolutely blown with how much he worships you and how much you love and care for him and he shows you that with the softest most sickeningly sweet sex you and him has ever done. <3

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Discussions of case details, case burnout, very close friends to lovers, oral (f receiving), vanilla sex (p in v penetration). Discussions of mental health, and two idiots in love.

A/N: I'm hitting the prompt Vanilla for this one, so please don't be scared off by the KinkBingo tags! I had a lot of fun writing this one (and adding Pride and Prejudice quotes into the smut scene because HELLO). Let me know what you think in the replies~♡

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You hadn't seen Spencer in 100 days. Which in the grand scheme of things wasn't that long, trapped in the purgatory of a ‘what if’ the way you had been for the last eight years. 

You'd lived without him for longer than 100 days before. He'd been in prison, you'd been on assignments, you'd lived an entire life before meeting him, but now somehow 100 days was too much time, and you were exhausted. You understood why Spencer had to take some time away from you, from the team in an official capacity after everything he'd been through. You supported him even. 

But when even your free time didn't overlap anymore, you wondered if your relationship would ever be the same again. 

Spencer was a friend, your best friend, probably. You'd arrived on the BAU team, he'd rattled off some statistics, stammering the way through them, and you'd immediately warmed to the man. He was brilliant, funny, and fiercely loyal, and you tried your best to protect him even when the job seemed designed to break people like him into thousands of little pieces. 

You'd tried to convince him to leave before, after Maeve had died. You didn't want to see him heart broken again, but no one else had seemed to agree. 

“Reid needs purpose,” they'd said. “Reid needs something to do.” 

What Reid needed was to not end up dead before he had a chance to be happy, and happiness didn't come often in your field of work. 

You'd been almost vindicated a year later when he'd been shot again, almost fatally. Vindicated, maybe but distraught and inconsolable. Morgan had to carry you screaming and clawing out of his hospital room multiple times. It sounded stupid enough to yourself that it was only then you realized your feelings for the man. 

You wanted to be Spencer Reid's happiness, which was why you were so lost without him. 

He was coming back on Monday, and at least you had the weekend to sort your feelings out about everything.not just about him, but about the job you'd found didn't fit you well enough anymore, about the team you loved like family, about the relationship you knew would likely never come to fruition. 

You dumped your bags at your door when you'd arrived in your house that night, pushed yourself into your bedroom and let yourself collapse on your bed, balling up into as cozy a position as you could. You didn't even bother taking your jacket off, you just let your brain haze over and sleep rush in. 

Three quiet raps at your door lifted you up and out of bed again, not an hour later. 

You grabbed your phone, grabbed the second go-bag you kept at your house, put your shoes back on, and opened the door, expecting Emily and a new case. 

“Where are we going?” You said, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, not even looking up at your guest. 

“Hopefully, nowhere? I brought takeout.” 

Your eyes widened then, taking in all 185cm of Doctor Spencer Reid, tweed jacket and plastic bag full of chow mein included. 

“Spencer,” you breathed out, like a sigh of relief, letting the bag drop to the floor next to the first one and letting yourself into his arms. 

He held you carefully there for a second before leading you back into the apartment, wrapping an arm around you and ruffling your hair. It was brotherly, and it made you sick to your stomach. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Emily said you were back from a case,” he started, unpacking the takeaway from the containers. “And it feels wrong to eat this without you.” 

You rolled your eyes and followed him into the kitchen, pulling two forks out of the drawer nearer you and stabbing them in the top of your two cups. 

“Hey, I can use chopsticks now,” he said, defending himself against an inside joke. Spencer was always useless with his hands. 

“I don't care if you can use them, I care that they don't accidentally end up stabbing me,” you said, taking yourself back to your bedroom, Spencer following. 

“You'd hardly die from being stabbed by a wooden chopstick, maybe a papercut or a splinter but-” 

“But you're just bad enough that I don't want to risk it.” 

You kicked off your shoes again and climbed onto your bed. Spencer followed. 

“Remind me again why we aren't sitting on your couch?” 

“Uncomfortable.” 

“Or at your breakfast bar?” 

“Glorified filing cabinet right now. Eat.” 

He shook his head but complied, leaning back against your pillows as you both began carefully eating. Silently, you pulled your laptop onto your bed, opened it up, and pressed play on a movie, one you'd seen more than once, and you'd forced Spencer to watch before as well. 

In a comfortable, friendly silence, you finished your food. You stretched out in a yawn once and then curled into his side, letting his mumbling voice, repeating the movie lines as they were spoken, lull you softly into sleep. 

Spencer knew he had to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to wake you. The movie had finished hours ago, he'd closed the laptop and turned off the bug lights, but he couldn't leave. 

Unlike you, he hadn't counted the days that you'd been apart. He hadn't needed to. He knew you'd be waiting there for him when he returned, knew you'd give him a smile and a pat on the back, and immediately start bouncing ideas off of him. It was what he loved about you. 

As he laid next to you in your bed, a place he'd absolutely been before, his heart thumped. Just once, but hard. 

Even in sleep, you looked exhausted. Your shirt was crumpled, hair a mess, you were still wearing makeup, and he knew he'd probably get an earful for letting you sleep like that in the morning. You were a mess, and he still wanted you. 

The thought came to him suddenly, another painful thump of his chest echoing in his mind. He rubbed absent mindedly at his chest as if experiencing heartburn. In the dim light of the room, he let his head drop to the pillow and wrapped two shaky arms around you and pulled you in closer. 

The two of you were a picture - both in suits, both with badges still somewhere on your person, both dearly clinging to the person they feared losing the most. 

When you woke the next morning, it was actually the afternoon. 

“Spencer,” you groaned, melting under the heat of his embrace. Somehow, during the night, he'd rolled on top of you, pressing you into the bed with a delightful pressure, head nuzzled into your neck, arms tucked around your waist. 

“Spencer, we should get up,” you said again, forcing your eyelids apart as your mascara tried to glue them together. 

“Mmmmhh,” he groaned, moving to pick himself up off you for a minute but lowering himself again. If asked, he'd blame your hand in his hair, stroking the rogue curls gently, as if he were a prized pet and you their carer. 

“Spencer, its 2pm.” 

“On a Saturday.” You laughed at how pouty his voice sounded, but he complied and rolled off of you slightly, arms still wrapped around you. 

“Come on. Get up. I've got some clothes that might fit you, let's get you out of the tweed.” 

He huffed but nodded and lifted himself halfway to upright, eyes still closed lazily as he let in the light millimetre by millimetre. 

“God, my face feels horrible,” you said, itching at your nose. “How did we even sleep so long like this? My belt is still on, Spencer, my belt.” 

“If you were still wearing a weapon, then I'd be worried,” he smiled. 

You shot him a sarcastic look and finally detangled yourself, only to clasp his hands and pull him forward as well, letting him trail you to your closet. 

“Here, change in the bathroom,” he nodded and walked away, following directions with eyes still closed, as if it were really his apartment and not your own. 

100 days without him, and it was as if it had only been 100 hours. Your entire body chemistry changed when he was around, the stick holding your spine rigidly in place, dissolving into calm, into a smile and a free giggle. It felt right again, and you almost forgot you'd ever felt wrong. 

After briefly changing, you swapped place with Spencer, who'd exited the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and wet hair. 

“Dry it for me?” He asked, sitting on your couch, and you nodded your ascent. A shower and a quick change later, and you were doing just that. 

As much as he tried to keep his head upright, it kept lolling onto your thigh, yawns stretching out of him as he nuzzled closer to you. 

“Spencer, you're like a big kid, keep your head up.” 

“I'm not a kid,” he laughed, hooking his arms behind your knees and nuzzling closer into your soft sweats. “I'm just tired.” 

“You're right. A child would probably be better behaved.” 

“Our child would be,” he sighed, but you'd already turned the hairdryer back on, drowning out everything. Everything but that thump again. A child, he was thinking about children, and more importantly, he was thinking about your children. With him. 

He'd always imagined himself with a family, knowing it would ultimately stay in his imagination. But for a second, his visions changed. It wasn't just a child or two. It was you. Thump. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. 

He only released the image when you finally pushed his head off of you and stood, turning away from him to get a glass of water from your kitchen. 

“So, any plans today? Books to read, papers to mark, undergrads to run away screaming from?” You let the ice water cool your hot cheeks, but kept your back to him. You were hot, embarrassed, and you were looking at him in a sickeningly sweet way that could only be described as love struck or struck dumb. 

“No, no, I finished all my obligations at the college yesterday,” he said, following behind you and picking up your cup when you set it down, taking a sip himself. 

“I was… I was actually hoping we could spend some time together? Unless you had plans, which is totally fine-” 

“No, Spencer, yeah, I have no plans, that's…. Well I have to do laundry, which is a bit boring but, no. No plans.” 

“Laundry?” 

“Two week case in Florida, I don't know how you didn't smell me yesterday, Spencer. I'd be running for the hills.” 

He laughed and stepped away again, grabbing the two go bags by the door and coming back into your space. 

“How about we get this done now so we can spend the day in a Who-Trek marathon?” 

“Make that a Who-Greys Anatomy Marathon, and you have yourself a deal.” 

He pouted again, and you snorted at the sight, taking another sip of water to calm yourself before you could react safely to that face. 

“Come on, you know you've been dying to know what happens next at the Grey Sloane Memorial Hospital.” 

“I thought it was called the Seattle Grace Mercy?” 

“Oh we better get to that laundry now. You have a lot to catch up on.” 

Grabbing a bag in one hand and his free hand in your other, you made your way down to your building's laundry room. But despite the man by your side and the relaxing day threatening to stretch ahead of you, a gloom caught you in the corridors. 

You'd worked for two weeks, practically solid. You'd killed a man two days ago, or at least someone on your team had multiple shots having been fired. Another day on your job, another unsub felled, and everyone else was content with this just being a part of the job description. 

It felt like each step towards the laundry room, each thing you did that was normal, that was regular, threw back in your face the pain you endured to save lives. 

The bag in your hand weighed you down, pulling you lower and lower by the second. 

You reached the laundry room, and you found the weight almost unbearable, stopping just before you could step in. You didn't have to think about what came next though, because suddenly the bag was out of your hands and Spencer was sorting your laundry for you. 

“It's a Saturday, so your neighbour's won't complain if we separate the darks and lights into two machines, will they?” He asked, not looking up at you as he worked pouring out the fabric softener and the detergent. “Y/N?” 

You hadn't noticed the lightness in your body until the tears hit your cheeks, the weight gone with his support. 

“Y/N, what is it? What's wrong?” He said, hands cupping your face, because of course he was immediately at your side. 

“I-I can't do it, Spencer…” your voice shook, pitching upwards, your vision blurring with tears. 

“Can't do what, Y/N? Talk to me please, let me help?” 

“I can't do laundry!” You said, finally bursting into a full fit of tears and burying your head in his waiting chest. 

“L-Laundry?” He said, trying not to laugh, but the smile slipping out anyway now you were holding him. 

You only sobbed again, nodding into his shirt, aware you were probably leaving snot all over it but not being able to care. It was your shirt anyway. You would just have to add it back to your laundry pile. 

The thought set you off on another wave of sobs, and Spencer set about comforting you again. Keeping an arm wrapped around you, he put his quarters into the machines and set them off before quickly ushering you back up the stairs into your apartment. 

“Y/N? Y/N, please talk to me,” he begged, smoothing your hair out of your eyes as you tried to gather yourself.

“I don't…. I can't….” You took a breath again, aware of the way your breathing hitched in your chest as you did. 

“I don't think I can do this anymore,” you said, and his eyes widened quickly. 

“This? Y/N, if you mean this as in us, then I can't-” 

“This job,” you clarified, hands digging into the soft flesh of his arms further as he held you, finally sitting back on your couch. 

“The job. Okay, the job. That's okay. We all feel like this at some point.” 

You sniffed again and refused to meet his eyes. 

“But this isn't like the other times this - It's like my whole b-body is protesting, and I can't sleep, and if I don't, then I might get sloppy and an unsub could-” 

“Y/N, focus on my voice. You're spiralling. Listen to my voice, let's take some breaths, and think about this for a second.” 

He guided you through some breathing, a hand on your back tapping out beats even as his voice grew quiet. 

When you finally relaxed, you were sat on top of him, his hand rubbing circles into your back. 

“I think it started when you left,” you whispered. “When you went to Mexico, and then, you know,” you've voice thickened, and you couldn't get the words out. 

“And then these last 100 days they've just been…difficult.” 

“100…difficult,” he echoed, almost breathless as he listened to you. 

“It's like I can't do it without you. I never had to try to do it without you, and now I get what people say when they say this job is shitty, because it is when your best friend isn't there.” 

You gave him a weak smile and wiped away your tears, trying to climb from his lap. But his firm arms held you still, and you didn't really want out anyways. 

“When I get home, everything is different, and I can't make myself do anything. If you weren't here, I wouldn't have done that laundry. I'd let it sit and avoid it for weeks. Do you understand?” 

“Y/N, lots of people feel depressed sometimes-” 

“It's not - Spencer, I don't think this is something I can medicate my way out of. I don't know what to do because I can't do my job without you, and I can't be happy doing my job, and if I leave my job I'll be without you and then-” 

Your voice cracked again. 

“And then I still won't be happy.” The words were barely a whisper, but they were a plea, too. You weren't sure what for. 

“You can't be happy without me?” He asked, but it was more a statement than anything else. Spencer felt horrible in that moment as his chest rattled, gleeful that he was your happiness. 

“I love you,” he said, outloud finally after eight years. 

“I love you, too, Spencer, but-” 

“No, Y/N. Listen to me. I. Love. You.” The thumping of his heart set the tempo for the choir that was his senses to begin singing, as he finally leaned forward and kissed you.

“I love you, and I don't care if you're working at the BAU or if you're avoiding laundry at home. I, god, you're amazing and wonderful, and you're a human being, and you've our yourself under so much pressure for the last decade to keep me alive, to keep all of us alive really and….” 

He took another breath, leaning into kiss you one more time. 

“And you deserve a break.” 

“W-When we take breaks, people die.” 

“Did anyone die when I was teaching for the last three months? When JJ went on maternity leave?” 

You shook your head, but your brain was still a mess. 

“You all had reasons, I-” 

“You have reasons, too. Y/N…. Y/N, let me be your reason.” 

For a moment or two, Spencer truly thought you were going to say no. He thought you would get up and walk away, or better yet, ask him to leave and never come back. 

So when you pressed your lips to his, he was sure that this was a dream. 

But to you, it was salvation. Spencer Reid's love was the lifeline you'd been thrown, and it was buoyant enough to make you start floating. 

His hands kneaded the flesh at your hips as he pulled you closer still to him, his tongue slipping into your mouth to explore every part of you there. 

“Y/N… love…you,” he mumbled with each spare breath he caught, and you only detangled your lips to hear him say it again as he pressed similarly heated kisses against every inch of your exposed skin. 

When Spencer's mind lost its ability to create original speech, he leant back on a lifetime of information, of learning love through books and people and marathons with you. 

“I know that all I know right now is that I love you. And I know that I always will,” he whispered, lifting you and carrying you back to the bed you'd only crawled from an hour hence. 

A hand slid under your shirt, and slowly pushed it over your head, letting it slowly drop to the floor as he held you tenderly. 

“To me, you are perfect.”

His mouth found one nipple, and he gently kissed, then suckled at it, hands softly caressing your stomach, feeling along every ridge of you as you writhed under him. 

“Of all the FBI Units, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.” 

“Spencer,” you said, voice still thick with tears, but these ones more tender, more joyful. 

His hand eased your sweats over your ass and off, his hips settling between your legs as if he found the place he was made to lie forever. 

“The truth of it is, I’ve loved you from the first second I met you.” 

His mouth trailed lower until his tongue hit your clit, brushing against it languidly, as if it was his deepest desire to taste you and nothing else ever again.

His tongue flattened and flicked and pushed inside of you as you replayed his words again and again and again. You found yourself repeating them with him. 

“I love you,” you echoed as he pushed a finger inside of you. 

“I.. love you,” you gasped as he added another. 

“I love you,” you screamed as your back arched up off the bed, finding your pleasure in his tongue, just ad you'd found love in his words. 

“You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love….” He freed his cock from his pants, and took it in hand.

“I love…” With another kiss, he pressed the tip of it against you, asking for permission silently as you nodded your head. 

“I love you.” He pushed in slowly, but it wouldn't matter how he did it because now you knew how he felt, and you didn't want to return to a time of not knowing. 

Hooking your legs around him, Spencer dropped his forehead to yours and looked you directly in the eyes as he began moving. In and out, he thrust, mouth open in a moan of pleasure, likely mirroring your own.

The poetry, the movie lines, they were gone now, and Spencer was left with nothing but you, and love, and love for you. 

“Spencer,” you moaned out, and he felt his chest swell. Pride. His name on your tongue, his body pressed to yours, claiming you as his ad you claimed him as yours. 

He came with a shudder and you were not far behind, his undoing sending a shiver up your spine as his fingers grazed your clit again. 

You sat panting for a minute, still attached, still forehead to forehead. 

You weren't sure if it was him who giggled first or if it was you, but you were glad it was one of you. 

You spent the rest of the night, the rest of the weekend, wrapped in his warmth, dressed in his love, taking each day a step at a time as you basked in his adoration.

[mismatched-sockss]

the sock drawer

cm kinkbingo 2024 -- [18+, mdni]

» valentine's 💕 ❤️-- Emily Prentiss x Reader; summary: the relationship is new and you are nervous before your first valentine's date with Emily word count:  1k

» Where I never dared to stand 🌊/💕/🎹 💜-- Spencer Reid x fem!Reader; summary: JJ's POV (written in 3rd person); follows JJ figuring out and kind of working through her feelings when and after Spencer and Reader get together -- , [NO JEID whatsoever - pls mind warnings and read the "important" beneath the a/n] word count:  4k

» Kiss it better 💕/🎭 ❤️-- Emily Prentiss x fem!BAU!Reader; summary: after an altercation with an Unsub, Emily helps you clean up and dress your wounds when you get home word count:  2,4k

» By your side 💕/🌊-ish 💜-- Spencer Reid x Reader; summary: Spencer has to cancel your anniversary date due to a case, when he is back he feels guilty for leaving all the time; you ease his nerves word count:  2,6k

» Say something 🌊/🎹 -- [open but leaning to sad ending] ❤️-- Emily Prentiss x fem!BAU!Reader; summary: You and Emily have been seeing each other for a couple of months now -without anyone knowing -, but can't keep being her secret. word count:  3,8k

» You're my future, past and present 💕 💜-- Spencer Reid x fem!Reader; summary: You broke up because of his job at the BAU. Five years and a re-assignment later, Spencer knocks on your door, hoping it's not too late for a second chance. word count:  6,4k

(all banners & dividers are made by me; the pictures i use are not mine) last updated: june 2024

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Only Just The Beginning

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: implied smut

Request by anon: Could you write a jjx fem reader where they can’t take their hands off each other on a night out so they have to excuse themselves to handle it 🫣🤭

Summary: This girls night is the opportunity you take to show JJ just how much you like her.

Square Filled: free space (2020) for @cm-kinkbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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This girl’s night out is supposed to get you out of your shell with JJ. Everyone knows you have a major crush on her, and they tell you she has a crush on you. However, she’s never told you herself so this night is supposed to bring you two closer so you can find out for sure if she does.

JJ is in the corner of the bar playing darts, Penelope grabs a nice booth for everyone, and Emily is getting the drinks. You grab your drink when Emily comes and down half of it immediately.

“Whoa, pace yourself there,” Penelope chuckles. She notices you staring at JJ and she nudges Emily with a smile. “Whatchu looking at there?”

“I’m going to do something about it. Watch my drink.”

Emily and Penelope watch you head over to JJ with smiles on their faces. JJ looks at you and gives you a flirty smile as she picks up another dart.

“You’re really good at darts. Teach me to play?” you ask even though you’re pretty good at it.

“Sure.” She hands you the dart and moves behind you so she can position you the right way. She runs her hand down your arm to your hand so she can position it the right way, and her other hand rests on your waist. She is so close that you can feel the heat through your clothes. “Right there. Perfect. You’re doing really well.”

“I have a good teacher,” you smile.

She pulls your hand back and the both of you throw the dart at the board. It’s not a bulls-eye but it’s very close to it.

“See? You’ll get the hang of it. You’re a natural.”

“I think I only do good when you’re holding me like that.”

“Come on, let’s get drunk,” she laughs.

She moves away from you but her hand brushes against your ass. Whether it was on accident or not, you’re not sure but you’re going with on purpose. You two walk back to the other girls who have ordered some food for the table.

“Fries. My favorite.” You and JJ reach for it at the same time so your hands brush against each other. “Sorry, you take some.”

“No, you go.”

You grab some fries and you hold one out for her to taste. She looks at Em and Pen to see them not doing a very good job at not watching, and she leans forward to bite the fry. She bites it so close to your fingers that her lips touch your skin. If the other girls weren't here, you’d be her out back and give her something to blush about.

“Here’s to us,” Penelope toasts. All four of you grab your drinks and raise them. “Here’s to all women just out looking to have a good time with their friends. I love you guys.”

“To us!”

Your glass meets the others in the middle before all four of you take a drink. You turn to scan the dancefloor when you end up knocking into JJ. Her drink is spilled all over her shirt, and she gasps from how cold it is.

“Shit. JJ, I am so sorry.”

You grab some napkins and dab the shirt so the stain doesn’t set. She grabs some more napkins to wipe her skin, and you move up to her chest where most of the damage is. You dab over her breasts, and she locks eyes with you.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Don’t worry about it. I can do this,” she chuckles. “You just wanted an excuse to touch my boobs.”

“Maybe,” you shrug and pull away from her. There is clear chemistry between the two of you and as confident as you have been tonight, you’re kind of nervous about it. If you do something about it, it becomes real. If it becomes real… You glance at her lips and completely pull away from her. “Excuse me. I need to use the bathroom.”

You’re not even gone for ten seconds when JJ turns to the group.

“I have to use the bathroom as well.”

It takes Emily and Penelope five seconds to realize what’s really going on here.

“They’re fucking, aren’t they?”

“With their chemistry? Obviously,” Pen giggles. “Want to make a bet to see how long it takes them to come out?”

“Yes. Twenty bucks say they last ten minutes.”

“Ten? That’s generous. I say they’re out in five.”

You and JJ don’t come out until thirty minutes later with messed up hair, makeup that looks like it’s been cleaned up, and a very thin layer of sweat on both your skin.

“I was closer,” Emily says.

“Fine,” Pen laughs and hands over a twenty.

“You made a bet on us?” you ask.

“Did you wash your hands? I don’t want pussy juice on the table.”

“Emily!” JJ gasps and blushes hard.

“You know what? I think I’m going to call it a night. Yeah, I have a pet at home I need to feed,” you say and grab your things.

“Aren’t you allergic to all animals?”

“JJ is the pet,” Emily giggles.

“Goodbye, ladies. JJ, would you like to come and help me?”

“Oh, she’ll love to come,” Pen smirks.

Both girls’ laughter follows you outside as JJ calls for an Uber. You didn’t have a lot to drink but Penelope is the one who drove so you’ll have to catch your own ride home. Once the Uber comes, you two slip in the back and enjoy the quiet ride home. You’re not for giving the driver a free show so you’ll compose yourself until you get to your place.

However, JJ’s hand slides over your thigh and grips your inner part. She rubs your skin to let you know that what she did to you in the bathroom is only just the beginning.

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[sirmatthew1972]

Bittersweet

Another KinkBingo inspired fic. So, this one goes from candy sweet to something darker and is basically an angst laced piece of smut. Beware though of the tags. This one is unhinged! Oh, crossing off the squares Aphrodisiacs, Workplace sex, Rough sex and Hair Pulling here... and that's my card halfway filled so far. Yay. Warnings unsub Spencer, serious consent issues, aphrodisiacs/drugs, manipulation, bottom Aaron, top Spencer, more tags on AO3 Teaser Walking into his office, Aaron closes the door behind him to shut out the bustle in the bullpen. He drops his go bag on the floor, then pulls back his chair to sit down behind his desk and dig into the pile of waiting reports. Wait. What's the glass jar filled with candy doing here? With a frown he looks at its contents; the small, red and white discs of sugar treats marked with adorable hearts, each single one of which is wrapped in cellophane. Huh. Maybe Garcia has been in here while he was out? The equally as colourful pen of bright pink and purple left forgotten atop of his waiting files seems to suggest so… and yet there's no gift card to go with the jar, not as far as he can see. Still, it's gotta be her, since it is either Garcia or some secret admirer. Yeah, as if. Read more on AO3

[i-am-still-bb]

WIP TUESDAY THURSDAY

tagged by @silvermoon-scrolls

From the KinkBingo entry that I'm still working on (prompt: Dominant Bottom/Submissive Top)

There is minimal spice in this excerpt. The spice is what I still have to write for this one.

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AU: Fast Car (formerly Dead Batteries)

Fili rounded the island. He touched Kili’s arm, his fingers curling around Kili’s wrist. “Kili.”

Kili stared at the point of contact, frozen, he took a breath that shuddered on the way in in a way that revealed more than he was comfortable with. “I…” he swallowed and looked away from Fili. “I left because someone was going to get hurt.”

“I can look after myself,” Fili said steadily. “I’ve been making my own decisions and living with them for a long time now.”

“I was talking about me,” Kili almost whispers. He looks back to Fili then, only able to meet Fili’s gaze for a second before dropping his eyes back to Fili’s hand on his arm. 

“Look at me, please, Kili.”

Kili gritted his teeth, steeling himself, before complying.

“If I have anything to say about it, no one is going to hurt you ever again.”

“You don’t know—”

Fili interrupted. “No one. Ever.” His voice was not loud, but it was firm and left no room for argument. 

“Fi—”

Kili did not get to finish that thought. 

Fili kissed him. 

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Everything: @silvermoon-scrolls @metztlilua @i-am-pinkie

Fili/Kili: @dubhlachen

[storiesofsvu]

Menace

Rita Calhoun x reader Warnings: language, teasing, semi-public sex, some minor dirty talk. Covers the "public sex" square for @thatesqcrush 's kinkbingo! along with like, four other prompts that have been sitting in the inbox for far too long.

Rita knew that you hadn’t wanted to come out tonight, that you would have much rather spent the evening tangled in each other’s limbs on the couch and then in bed after a full two weeks apart. But tonight was a work thing, and thus, unavoidable. So your choices were to wallow in self pity alone on the couch (where she knew she’d be on the receiving end of photos that got more scantily clad as the evening wore on until she was done with your flaunting and on her way home) or get ready and suffer through the event at her side. The latter meant you got to spend time with your girlfriend, so that was what you opted for, which at first Rita was pleased with. After cocktail hour you got antsy, after a few drinks, you got handsy, fingers dancing higher and higher on her bare thigh, occasionally murmuring something more than wildly inappropriate into her ear. She simply hissed a ‘we are in public you know. Stop teasing me’ under her breath and moved your hand out of her lap. You had let out a huff of annoyance, busying yourself with your phone for a moment before leaving the table to get a refill from the bar.

When Rita realized you weren’t back within a couple of minutes she glanced across the room, letting out an annoyed sigh and rolling her eyes when she spotted you. You were up at the bar, flirting your ass off with Trevor Langan. She knew this simply by the dazzling grin, the way your head tilted as you listened to him talk, how his hand came to rest on your arm, daring to even drop to your lower back as you stepped even closer to him. When you glanced over your shoulder to her she simply raised a brow, letting you continue to play your games as she turned back to the conversation at the table. She wasn’t jealous in any sense, Rita Calhoun was someone who simply didn’t get jealous, at least not when it came to relationships or sexual conquests. Hell, if you wanted to go home with Trevor tonight she wouldn’t mind at all, it would just give her an excuse to remind you exactly why women are so much better in the morning.

You were playing games, trying to make her want to leave early, if you couldn’t rile her up sexually with your lingering touches and inappropriate whispers you figured you may as well move onto stage two. Flirt with someone who would actually flirt back, hope they’d invite you for a drink somewhere else and you could saunter back to the table to get your purse, peck Rita on the cheek and tell her you’d see her at home. You knew you wouldn’t make it far out the door before the car service was called and you were whisked away so she could have her way with you and you’d win two out of two. Get out of the event early and get laid.

Only problem being that you’d been so pre-occupied with trying to convince Rita to skip the event you’d missed her saying that she had to go tonight because she was presenting a couple of awards. There was no way you were getting out of there early tonight.

Dinner was about to be served, so you gave Trevor’s arm a squeeze, the two of you leaning in to kiss the other’s cheek before you went your separate ways. You made your way back to the table, placing down a fresh drink for Rita as you took your seat beside her. She leant into you to what you thought would be a quick kiss, but her hand closed tightly around your thigh and despite the small smile on her lips that was for show for the rest of the table, you knew you were almost in trouble.

“I bet you think you’re real cute letting him put his hands all over you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You murmured back over the rim of your glass and she let out a scoff.

“We’ll see how cute you look when I get you home.” She nearly growled, nails digging into the skin of your thigh as she squeezed before she let go, returning both her and your attention to the table’s conversation.

Through dinner you decided to just up the ante, adjusting in your chair as you crossed your legs, the hem of your skirt riding up your thigh, the already high slit nearly getting to inappropriate levels. Every so often your fingers would ghost over Rita’s skin, smoothing back a loose curl, fixing the chain of her necklace, ridding a tiny smudge of lipstick. Your free hand laid innocently enough in her lap, rubbing soft circles on her thigh through her dress. You played nice otherwise, contributing to the conversation, keeping up with the other attorney’s at the table despite not being in the field yourself, something Rita always adored. You plucked the cherry from your drink, lips wrapping around the fruit as you tugged it into your mouth, eyes on Rita as you listened to what she was saying, doing your best not to smirk at the way her breath caught in her throat lightning fast. You popped the stem into your mouth, easily tying it into a knot, but didn’t make a show of it at all, simply tossing it into your empty glass when you’d finished. But you noticed the way Rita’s eyes followed it from your lips to sitting on the ice, lingering just a moment too long while she thought about other things you could do with your tongue.

There was a bit of a refreshment period after dinner, time for the men to go smoke, the ladies to grace the powder room, for everyone to get refills on drinks, socialize a little bit with people who weren’t at their tables. You hung back a little bit, conversing with Rafael as your hand tickled with the hair at the nape of Rita’s neck, just enough to give her goosebumps but not enough to make her shiver. Once you’d deduced that at least one of the more private restrooms would be empty, you pressed a light kiss to Rita’s cheek, saying you’d be right back and sauntered off. Once you’d disappeared around the corner Barba simply raised a brow to his friend who let out a huff, chucking her napkin at him and swiftly left the table.

*

You finished washing your hands, drying them on a plush towel before you touched up your make up a little bit, making sure you didn’t have any flyaway’s in your hair. The door swung open and you couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of Rita entering the room, shutting and locking it behind her.

“Seems kind of pointless to be fixing your lipstick now darling.”

“Hmm? And what if the point was for you to ruin it?” You countered and Rita chuckled, moving up behind you at the basin, her hands wound around you, lips meeting the crook of your neck as she murmured against your skin.

“Would prefer to ruin it with my cock, you know that.”

“Just trying to look pretty for you.” You shrugged and she let out a huff of a laugh.

“You’re just trying to get something out of me…”

“Is it working?” You dared to ask with a wicked grin and she smirked against your skin, teeth nipping into your neck as her hands danced up your sides, cupping at your chest through your dress.

“What do you think?”

She whipped you around in her arms, backing you to the wall and pinning you to it as she met your lips with a bruising kiss. One of her hands came to tangle into your updo, tugging at the roots of your hair while the other one pinched at your chest through your dress. You’d been aching for her for easily a week already, the need building within you and you were sure your panties were already ruined. Your hands grasped at her body, tugging at her dress and she let out a low chuckle when she broke the kiss, her lips trailing down your neck, biting and kissing where she knew you were the most sensitive. You let out a low whine and you could feel her lips smirk against your skin, her hand leaving your hair and making its way down your body, under your skirt.

Rita was suddenly thankful for the dramatic slit in your dress, it made for very easy access, palming you over your drenched panties. She let out a dark chuckle, “you’re just soaked already darling… you really have missed me.”

“Please Rita…” you whimpered, the heel of her hand rubbing against your clit through the damp fabric as she continued to palm gently at you. Her touch was barely enough, merely brushing at your pussy through your panties, her hand slipped lower and you let out a whine at the loss of sensation on your clit. Instead her fingers danced across your lower lips through the fabric, tantalizing you, smirking at the way your breathing picked up, the way your breath hitched in your throat when she nipped at your neck again. You let out a loud whine, your hand closing around her wrist in an attempt to move her hand where you needed it and she let out a little ‘tsk’.

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked the teasing?” She feigned a pout, her eyes gleaming as she took you in, chest swelling with each breath, lips parted and kiss swollen, eyes pleading with her as you did your best to shoot her a scowl.

“I wasn’t teasing.” You managed to get out between breaths, a small gasp leaving your lips when she firmly pressed her hand against your cunt, “just wanted you to fuck me.”

“Yeah well, I’ve got ten minutes to do whatever I please with you.” She husked back, this time you let out a quiet yelp that she silenced with a kiss as her fingers slipped into your panties.

The pads of her fingers rubbed softly at your clit and your knees nearly buckled, the hand she had on your hip the only thing keeping you steady. She finally gave you what you wanted, two fingers sliding into your drenched cunt with ease and you let out a happy moan into the kiss. Rita began pumping skillfully, knowing exactly what spots made you feel like absolute heaven. Your head dropped against the wall, breath panting from between parted lips as she continued to fuck you, fingers curling with every second pump, dragging right across the sensitive spot within you. Your hands clutched at her, fingers digging into her skin as your soft moans got louder, the pleasure building higher and higher within you.

“Quiet darling.” She murmured into your neck, “can’t have anyone knowing what we’re doing in here.”

“Mmhmm…” you did your best to nod, your thighs beginning to shake around her arm.

God sometimes you hated just how quickly Rita could bring you to the peak of your pleasure, it was just a natural skill of hers. She was a quick learner, and that included the best ways to bring earthshattering orgasms from you, even in a matter of minutes. It hadn’t taken much past your first date for her to have you completely figured out when it came to the bedroom and she was certainly proving that tonight. It was made even worse by the fact that you’d been apart for two weeks prior to tonight, and there was barely a point in trying to make yourself come when nothing felt like the way Rita did it.

The heat was coursing deep through you, your whines and whimpers getting closer and closer together as your pussy fluttered, clenching around Rita’s fingers. You could feel the coil about to burst and she could feel it in the way your cunt was pulsating, right as your hips rocked down to meet her hands and you were certain you were about to come her fingers suddenly disappeared from inside you.

Your eyes flew open, a very frustrated whine leaving your lips, an offended scoff taking over your features as you watched her lick her fingers clean, smirking at your ruined orgasm. She simply shrugged, turning to the sink to wash her hands before catching your gaze in the mirror,

“How funny do you think all that teasing is now?”

“Not fair.” You grumbled, leaning against the wall for support and she let out a soft laugh as she fixed a few pieces of hair and made sure she was presentable.

“You’ll want to redo that lipstick now, and I expect you back at the table for my speech.”

“What speech?” Your brow furrowed as you started to fix your dress and she laughed, shaking her head.

“Maybe if you weren’t so horny you would’ve heard what I said before we left.” Her hand closed around your jaw gently and she pressed a kiss to your cheek, “and because I know you’re going to ask, you can finish when we get home. If you beg.”

“You’re a menace.” You finally were able to push off the wall, shifting over to the mirror to fix yourself.

“And you’re insatiable.” She returned with a chuckle, swiftly moving to unlock the door to the bathroom and disappearing through it.

You couldn’t help but shake your head at her antics, but at least you’d kind of gotten what you wanted, and you knew that she would definitely make it worth your while once you were home. She always did.

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[envydeanwrites]

Be Not Afraid

Pairing: Destiel Rating: Explicit Tags: angel!cas, human!dean, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, angels as different species, Xenophilia, bottom!Dean, Top!Cas, Wings, Outdoor Sex, Anal Sex, Fluff and Smut, previous childhood meeting, Artist!Dean, dean is obsessive about angels and you don't need to squint, accidentally on purpose claiming, cas is an outcast Word Count: 3,075 Summary: Dean saw his first angel when he was ten years old. Ever since then, he's been on a self-serving mission to see one again. By luck — and lust — he finds the same one again during mating season.

Read on AO3 | written for kinkbingo (2021): xenophilia

[pandafishao3]

I'll be joining a kinkbingo from @anyfandomkinkbingo ! There's no timelimit but I plan to write them all. Right now I'm focusing on Ageplay May and When I Kissed Your Lips but I've already started a few of them 😊

Any square you guys are excited about?

[footballffbarbiex]

Omg, yes! Abduction and forced breeding? Mark me as both scared and horny. The teaser was already so good that i can't wait to read the whole thing, it's going to be soo good.

i guess next month i'll focus on the kinkbingo and such 😏

and oh will it be beautiful

[peridottea91]

Peridot’s SPN Kink Bingo 2021 Masterlist

Divider by: @firefly-in-darkness​ / @firefly-graphics

MAIN MASTERLIST

“Morning Pick-Me Up” (Dean x Reader)

Square(s) Filled: dry humping

“Pleasure Bound” (Dean x Reader)

Square(s) Filled: shibari

“Summer Heat” (Dean x plussize!Reader)

Square(s) Filled: plus size

“Surprise, Honey” (Dean x plussize!Reader)

Square(s) Filled: lingerie

“The Perfect Arrangement” (Dean x Unnamed Female/Reader)

Square(s) Filled: fuck buddies

[linecrosser]

Captive Prince Kink Bingo: Prisoner (Laurent & Damen)

(only half the picture sorry my dudes)

[jensens-snackles]

Jensens-snackles SPN kink bingo masterlist!

Works coming soon!

[myinconnelly1]

Honestly, I can't pick one! I love all your writing if I had to pick a genre it would be your SPNKinkBingo stuff. that has 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥. You have a lot of talent so please if you need to take a break to just unwind do it and then come back in full force. don't stress yourself out because you are talented!

Nah I just haven’t been sleeping enough lol

I have a couple of kinkbingo thing coming soon

[storiesofsvu]

Playtime

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, smut, butt plugs, anal, dirty talk, derogatory dirty talk. Covers the "anal" square for @thatesqcrush kinkbingo

Bryan had you naked and pinned to the wall of his bedroom before you even really realized what was happening. The man himself was already down to his briefs, hands wildly roaming your body, lips matched in a bruising kiss with your own, teeth biting into your lips, tongues battling for dominance. It was a war he quickly won, tongue plunging into your mouth, tasting every inch of you. You knew why he was so eager tonight, so overly eager compared to every other night you got home from date night. You’d been begging him to fuck your ass, something that he wanted more than anything, but still didn’t want to hurt you. It had been a few years since you’d partaken in the activity and Bryan was more than well endowed, as much as he wanted to plunge into you the first moment you begged for it, he knew you had to be warmed up first.

So he started by adding a thumb while he fucked you doggy style, driving your body into the bed as you loudly moaned, begging for more, begging for him to double stuff you full, tears nearly streaking down your cheeks in need. He began playing with your ass whenever you were lazing on the couch, at first just groping at the flesh, massaging it until you were putty in his hands, a few soft spanks until you were whining about having too many clothes on. He’d grab the stashed bottle of lube, spreading some around your ass and his fingers before slipping one in, lazily fingering your tight hole until you were a whining mess, begging to be able to ride him. The next night he’d repeat it, this time slipping two fingers in, watching the way your body squirmed next to him, grinding your hips into his lap and he couldn’t help but chuckle darkly when that alone made you come harder than anytime before.

Your next date night as you were getting ready he presented you with a brand new set of jeweled plugs and he watched as your eyes sparkled while you selected the medium sized one to be pressed into you all through dinner. The sex the two of you had that night was beyond incredible, Bryan teasing the plug in and out of you as he fucked you, feeling the pressure from both sides before his fingers found your clit and your orgasm rocked through you harder than ever before. You wore the plug as often as you could before sizing up to the largest size, one Bryan would tease in and out of your tight hole while laying in bed watching movies, watching the little shivers you would let out, knowing just how wet your needy little cunt was from that alone.

You broke the kiss with a gasp as his hand cupped your heat, your head hitting the wall behind you as you let out a low moan.

“Why’re you wasting time?” You panted out, “just fuck me already.”

“Gotta get you ready princess.” He husked back, biting at your earlobe and you groaned.

“Then fucking get on with it!”

With a light shriek from your lips, he tossed you onto the bed, letting out a dark laugh as you instantly flipped onto your stomach, popping up on your knees to present your ass to him. His hand came down, spanking your ass and you let out a low groan, pussy clamping around nothing. His fingers wrapped around the plug, gently easing it from you before thrusting it back in, watching gleefully as you eyes rolled back in your head, letting out a low moan.

“Fuck… don’t stop daddy…”

“My little whore wants both holes stuffed, doesn’t she?” He asked and you nodded against the pillows.

“Please…”

“Well, hold still.” He stuffed the plug back into your ass before spanking you once again and moving from the bed.

First, he stripped out of his briefs, then moved to the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube along with a g spot vibrator. The bed shifted with his weight as he knelt behind you, a gasp escaping your lips when his fingers swiped through your dripping cunt.

“God, you’re this wet already? You little slut.” He laughed, plunging two thick fingers in and you moaned, hips thrusting back towards him.

After a few pumps he seemed satisfied, pulling his fingers from you, sucking your juices into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you before he shoved the vibe into you, eyes darkening at the breathy moan you let out. A smirk took over his lips when he reached to his phone, turning on the vibe through the app and you let out a shriek, your hands clutching at the sheets.

“That’s it sweetheart, let that pussy pulse. Daddy’s gonna fuck this nice little ass and you’re gonna come so hard you see stars.” He muttered, smacking your ass once again before turning the vibe to an edging pattern and you let out a loud whine.

Eager to get started his fingers wound around the plug, pulling it completely out of you and he marveled in the sight of your stretched out ass, groaning as his cock twitched at the thought of being buried within it. Bryan lubed up his fingers, two easily sliding into you and you let out a groan, head dropping to your forearms at the sensation of being double stuffed, even at this level.

“Fuck Bry… don’t fucking stop….”

“Wouldn’t dream of it princess.” He chuckled back, daring to add a third finger and you gasped, hips thrusting back onto him as his fingers twisted and scissored within you, “think you’re ready for my cock?”

“Oh god! Please daddy! I need it!”

Your voice was already a strained whine, the brimming of tears shimmering in your eyes when you dared to open them, glancing back at him and he grinned at the sight. He spat onto your ass, smearing it around your hole before grabbing the lube, coating his cock with it before lubing up your ass and tossing it to the side. He gave himself a couple of strokes, groaning as the pre-cum leaked out of him, smearing it around himself before his head teased your ass and you let out a loud moan.

“Don’t be mean…” you whined.

“Whatever you want princess.”

He nudged the head into you and you let out a happy sigh at the feeling, a gasp escaping your lips as he began to sink deeper into you. Bryan slowly sunk into you until his hips met yours and you let out a whine of frustration your hips wiggling against his and he chuckled, his hand grabbing his phone to change the pattern of the vibe buried in your cunt to a higher one before he pulled his cock nearly all the way out of you.

“Fuck!” You cried out in pleasure at the feeling, unable to keep your eyes open, fingers digging into the sheets as Bryan began to fuck you deeply, each thrust deeper than the one before, his hands gripping your hips so hard you knew you’d have marks tomorrow.

He let out a grunt, cock thrusting into you, the way you squeezed around him, he could feel the vibrations from the toy on the other side of your thin wall. It drove him even more mad than just fucking your ass would have. Not to mention on top of that he knew just how much you were enjoying this, how much you loved being filled in both holes, how he wanted to be able to fill you in every hole, use you like the dirty slut you were. He picked up the speed of his thrusts, beginning to chase his own orgasm as you body trembled beneath him, little cries and moans leaving your lips with each thrust.

“My good little slut.” He managed between pants, cock reaching deeper within you with each thrust, words egging you on as your pussy clamped down around the toy, body shaking with pleasure.

“Daddy don’t stop!” You cried, your thighs starting to shake and he laughed darkly.

Bryan wrapped a hand around you, pulling you flush to him as his hips pounded into you, cock buried deep in your ass. The change in the angle had you gasping for air, and if that wasn’t enough his hand found your clit, pinching at it before rubbing furiously at it as your cunt fluttered around the toy, juices leaking down your thighs.

“C’mon, you’re close, daddy can feel it. Come for me, daddy wants to you squirt, I know you can, know how much my little slut loves her ass fucked.”

“Oh god! Fuck!” Your words were broken up by near sobs as the vibrations within you shook you from your core, Bryan’s cock stuffing your ass, hitting every spot you needed while his fingers continued to torment your clit.

It only took a matter of minutes before you let out a wail, body quaking in his arms and Bryan let out a dark laugh, shoving you down into the mattress. He didn’t bother to turn off the vibe, letting it continue to torture you, your body convulsing beneath him as he chased his own release, pounding into your ass deeper with each thrust. Each plunge pulled louder and longer moans from you and it didn’t take long before he let out a loud groan, spilling his hot cum into you, a few more shallow thrusts before he collapsed over you. Panting, his hand found his phone, turning the vibrator off and you let out a little groan of relief, your pussy pulsing around the toy and he shuddered as you clenched around him. His lips hit the back of your shoulder softly before he pushed up to sitting on his haunches,

“Good girl.” He praised, his hands dancing down your body, “my good little whore. You did so well.” Ever so softly he pulled out of you, both of you letting out a mutual hiss at the sensation. “You like that sweetheart?”

“Fuck. Yes.” You panted, head buried in the pillows and he laughed, spanking at your ass.

“Good. Cause that won’t be the last time daddy fucks that pretty little ass of yours.”

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