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[arislore]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆.˚જ⁀➴ NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: Inexperienced!Spencer Reid x Profiler!Reader

Summary: A fun little list of NSFW headcanons organized by the first letter of each topic. Enjoy!

Tags: established relationship, spencer was a virgin when y’all got together, oral (f & mentions of m receiving), slight medical play, sexy use of statistics, male masturbation, mentions of anal

Warnings: Most of these are paragraphs but there are a couple of letters that i kind of gave up on.

Word Count: 1.9k

A: Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s exhausted, but he manages to stay awake long enough to clean you up and talk to you until you fall asleep. He’ll rub little soothing circles into your skin and hold your head on his chest, letting you count his heartbeats.

B: Body Part (their favorite body part, both on their own body and their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself has to be his hands, because he loves watching you fall apart on them. His favorite body part of yours is definitely your eyes. He loves to see how they squint when you’re confused, how they crinkle when you’re happy, and how they gloss over when you get needy for his touch. He also loves when he makes you feel so good that you start to cry, just from how overwhelmed you are.

C: Cum (anything to do with cum)

As we all know, Spencer is a germaphobe, so when you first had sex with him, he cringed when he felt his cum flood the condom. After you explained that you were on the pill, he was ecstatic that he didn’t have to use one again. He doesn’t mind dirtying you, though–one of his favorite things to do is cum inside of you when you don’t have time to clean up, and you’re forced to walk around with it in your underwear. You almost wrung his neck when he did this on a case.

D: Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly really likes being called “Doctor” during sex, and when you figure this out, you don’t let him go a single day without rubbing it in his face. In the bullpen, you’ll move in front of him, brushing your ass against his crotch with a quiet, “Excuse me, Dr. Reid,” just to hear his breath get caught in his throat. When you bring him his coffee (no cream, but ten tablespoons of sugar), you’ll set it down in front of him, placing a hand on his bicep, all sultry, saying, “Here you go, Doctor.” It doesn’t hurt that he looks incredibly sexy wearing his crime scene gloves.

E: Experience (how experienced are they?)

He was a virgin when he met you. He’d kissed Lila in the pool nearly a decade prior, and he had a long-distance relationship with Maeve, but he had never actually gotten further than a single make-out session. When you touched him for the first time, he was so sure he had died and gone to heaven. He couldn’t fathom a world where someone as beautiful as you could love someone like him.

F: Favorite Position (goes without saying)

He loves any position where he gets to see your face. He loves watching you react to each little touch, watching your mouth contort in pleasure as you beg him for more. He prefers missionary, but he’s more than happy to have you on top when he’s too tired to do the work. But if he can’t see your face, it’s just not as good for him.

G: Goofy (how serious are they in the moment?)

He’s serious, but sometimes, when he’s nervous, he’ll start rattling off statistics about sex, which made you laugh at first, but now it just turns you on even more. When you taught him how to eat pussy, he responded with, “Right, because only eighteen percent of women can reach orgasm from penetration alone.”, which left you speechless. The first time you guys used toys, you were a little embarrassed that you needed it in the first place, and he said, “You know, eighty-two percent of women use sex toys. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

H: Hair (how well groomed are they? does the curtain match the drapes?)

His pubic hair is tinted red, although he doesn’t have much of it. You didn’t mind at first that he didn’t trim it, but when you started going down on him more, it bothered you, and he immediately started manscaping each time he showered.

I: Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

To Spencer, sex is all about you. He doesn’t even care if he gets off, although it’s an added bonus. He’s always holding your hand, or rubbing soothing circles into your hip as you get overwhelmed. For him, foreplay is the best part. He loves to tease you for as long as you can stand it. Kissing, biting, licking all over your body, leaving little marks and bruises. He just wants you to know how loved you are.

J: Jack Off (masturbation headcanons)

He rarely touched himself before he met you. Even though it took years for either of you to work up the courage to admit your feelings to one another, he noticed nearly everything about you, from the way you pouted when you didn’t get your way (and god, he wanted to see your lips wrapped around his cock), to the way you chest heaved when you were out of breath (why couldn’t he be the one to get to you react that way?). All he could think about around you was sex, and he needed to have an outlet for that somewhere.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves when you sit on his face. At first, you were nervous–you didn’t want to hurt him, and you had a friend who broke her neck because her girlfriend sat on it too hard. He joked that if he were to die, he'd die a happy man, but that didn’t help. After enough coaxing, you eventually did it, and realized that you were kind of stupid for not doing it before, and he was stupid good with his tongue.

L: Location (favorite place to have sex)

He prefers a bed above all else, but he won’t say no if you pull him into a storage closet because you just can’t keep your hands off of him any longer. Honestly, he’d do it anywhere you asked–even a car, although he doesn’t fit that well and it hurts his back. Out of the two of you, you’re definitely the more adventurous one, but he doesn’t mind–it’s just a new experience for him to try.

M: Motivation (what turns them on?)

If you asked him, he’d say that you breathing turns him on, which is true, but what really gets him going is when you absentmindedly play with him, whether it’s his hands, his sleeve, or his collar, it’s like all the blood rushes to his cock and he’s so lightheaded he might pass out. He knows it’s wrong, but sometimes when you yelp in pain, he has to do breathing exercises to calm down.

N: No (something they wouldn’t do / turn offs)

He can’t bring himself to do anal. Not just because it hurts you, but also because it’s kind of gross.

O: Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? what’s their skill level?)

He loves to give head. If he’s honest, he’d be happy if you never went down on him again, as long as he gets to eat your pretty pussy for the rest of his life. He wasn’t very good at it at first, but he’s a quick learner, and by the end of the first time, he made you see stars you didn’t know existed.

P: Pace (how fast or slow are they?)

If you’re both frustrated, he’ll fuck you hard and fast, but typically, he likes to be slow and gentle. He wants you to feel each inch as he fills you, each drag of his cock inside of you. Rationally, he knows the two of you could have sex whenever you want, but irrationally, he never wants it to end. The longer he keeps you cumming, the longer he gets to have with you.

Q: Quickies (their opinion on quickies)

He doesn’t like them very often, but if you have a couple cases back to back like you did after the pig farm, he’s ecstatic when you pull him aside for a quick fumble in the dark.

R: Risk (do they like to experiment?)

Everything is an experiment for this man, since he’s never really done anything before you. He’s happy with it though, and he’d do anything you asked him to, as long as you really wanted it. If you told him to hop on one foot naked on a balcony he thinks he would do it. You would never ask that, though, which he’s grateful for.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long can they last?)

The first time he fucked you, he lasted a total of five seconds. He was super embarrassed, of course, but with time, his stamina grew and he can fuck you for nearly a half an hour now, maybe even longer if he takes breaks. He knows the average time it takes for a man to orgasm is seven minutes, so he’s grateful he finally beat that statistic.

T: Toys (do they use toys? how?)

He doesn’t use toys on himself, but he loves to use them on you. He loves to see you writhe when he uses a vibrator on your clit, drinking in your high-pitched moans when he changes the position or setting. He doesn’t use dildos on you often, but every once and a while, it’s nice to watch you get fucked and actually be able to pay attention to something other than holy shit you’re so wet oh my god, because usually, he can’t.

U: Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He’ll tease you for days if he has the chance, leaving you a pathetic, wet mess until he finally gives in and touches you exactly how you need.

V: Volume (how loud are they?)

Spencer Reid is nothing if not vocal. He’s always babbling about how good you’re doing, how good you feel, how badly and how long he’s wanted this. He can’t help but whine and moan pathetically when you touch him, and he’s not too shy to beg for what he wants.

W: Wildcard (a random headcanon)

He’ll never admit it to anyone, not even himself, but he thinks it’s hot when you cry, as long as you aren’t upset. He loves to kiss and wipe away your tears, and he hates how his cock twitches when your eyes get all glossy. You actually noticed before he did, but you never said anything because you don’t want to embarrass him.

X: X-Ray (what’s going on under those clothes?)

He’s tall and slender, with a very low body fat content. He doesn’t work out very often, which leads him to still be soft on his stomach and chest. He’s got hair, but it’s very light and you can barely see it, outside of the tuft in his pants. His cock is long, thick, and cut, with a shiny red tip when he’s hard.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before he met you, he didn’t think he’d ever have sex, but then he laid eyes on you, and he’s been eternally horny ever since.

Z: Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s tired, but he can stay up until you fall asleep–just know, he’s not that far behind you.

[shizuturnspages]

How would Yan! Diluc react to walking in on you trying on his coat? (which is WAY too big for you)

A Cloak of Flames

Pairing: Yandere Diluc x Reader

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You had only meant to admire it, to feel the heavy, regal weight of it between your fingers. Diluc’s coat. That signature black coat with fur trims, which he wore like a second skin, an extension of himself that smelled of smouldering embers and oak wood barrels. It was a part of him just as much as the Dawn Winery was, woven into his very essence.

And yet… here you were, standing in front of his grand mirror, drowning in its oversized embrace. The hem pooled at your feet like a shadow, the sleeves hanging far past your hands. It smelled so much like him—the comforting scent of firewood, the lingering spice of his cologne, a faint trace of wine from the tavern. You tugged the front of it closed around yourself, reveling in the warmth, as if the fabric alone could mimic the way his arms encased you.

Your heart pounded at the thought.

It was just a fleeting moment of indulgence. No harm done. No one would know.

But fate had other plans.

The heavy oak doors creaked open behind you.

A slow, measured pause.

The air changed—thickened, charged with something unspoken and heavy. A slow inhale, quiet but deliberate.

And then—

“… What do you think you’re doing?”

His voice was low, quiet, yet it sent a violent shiver down your spine.

You spun around so fast you nearly tripped over the excessive fabric, your face burning as you came face to face with Diluc Ragnvindr himself.

He stood in the doorway, shoulders squared, his crimson eyes glowing under the dim candlelight. His coat was not on his body, but seeing it on yours—hanging so loosely, so utterly ill-fitting yet undeniably endearing—had rendered him still.

You swallowed thickly. “I-I was just—”

Diluc stepped forward. The door clicked shut behind him.

You instinctively shrank back as he approached, but the mirror behind you betrayed you, revealing everything. The way the coat practically swallowed your frame. The way your hands clutched the fabric as if reluctant to part with it. The way your breath came in shallow, nervous little puffs.

He said nothing for a moment, merely observing.

Then, ever so slowly, he reached out.

His fingers ghosted over the collar, barely brushing against your throat before sliding downward. He tugged at the lapel, adjusting it as if it were truly meant for you to wear. As if claiming it as his own possession wasn’t enough—he needed to see it on you, to confirm that you were his in every way imaginable.

“…It’s too big,” you murmured, trying to break the suffocating silence.

His lips twitched. Not a smile—something darker, something dangerous.

“Yes,” he agreed, his voice hushed. ��It doesn’t fit you at all.”

His fingers traced the embroidery along the hem, then drifted to the sleeves, lightly pinching the excess fabric near your wrists. His hands lingered. His breath was warm against your temple as he leaned in just slightly.

“…And yet, it suits you.”

Your breath hitched.

The atmosphere had shifted—subtle, yet unmistakable. Something possessive curled in his gaze, in the way his fingers tightened ever so slightly on the fabric. It was like watching a hunter circle its prey, like feeling the heat of a barely restrained wildfire licking at your skin.

“Do you like it?” he asked, though it wasn’t truly a question.

You hesitated. “…Yes.”

A dangerous flicker of satisfaction passed through his eyes.

“I see.”

And then, his arms were around you.

Not gentle. Not soft. Secure. Absolute. Unyielding.

His hands slid down to your waist, gripping just tight enough to remind you of the inescapable hold he had over you. He pulled you closer, pressing his forehead lightly against the top of your head, inhaling deeply.

“…It suits you,” he repeated, quieter this time. “Because you are mine.”

You shivered.

His voice was soft, but the meaning was clear.

You weren’t meant to merely wear his coat. You were meant to be wrapped in him, owned by him, kept close where no one else could lay their hands on you.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine—whether from fear or something else entirely, you weren’t sure.

Diluc’s embrace tightened slightly before he finally pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up. His gloved fingers, warm despite the leather, brushed over your cheek before resting just beneath your jaw. A silent claim.

“Keep it,” he murmured.

Your eyes widened. “But—”

“Keep it.” His thumb brushed over your pulse, slow and deliberate. “If you insist on wearing something of mine…”

A pause. His expression darkened, yet his touch remained featherlight.

“…I’d rather it be something that marks you as mine for all to see.”

Your heart stuttered.

There was no room for argument.

And deep down, you knew… even if you returned his coat, even if you tried to deny this growing, suffocating feeling—

Diluc Ragnvindr would never let you go.

[thelonestarinthesky]

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pairing: senku x f!reader

chapter 8 of 2/2- i. senku

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Taiju and Yuzuriha noticed that Senku had grown quiet sometimes, sometimes pausing in between conversations about what he was working on, staring ahead in the distance before talking again.

He had only grown more frustrated since [Name] hadn't shown any signs of waking up and he's been itching to get the bottom of it. She was fine a day before their anniversary, laughing and smiling cheerfully, and had no signs of any coma-related symptoms. Then, the next day, she was in a coma with no explanation that even the medical staff could explain.

"What's her name?" Yuzuriha asked him quietly; the [Name] ]-like doll was quietly writing a few formulas for him on the bed.

"She doesn't have one. Although she knows my name, [Name] must have programmed her to know everything about me." Senku says arms crossed as he watches Taiju poke the doll machine swatting his hand away.

"Master Senku said I need to finish this before the day ends." The little robot resembling [Name] says, annoyed at Taiju, who keeps poking her cheek.

"She's so human-like, you can't even tell she's an android." The brown-haired boy says Senku kept staring at the small android; it's not tall, it barely reaches his knees, and it can fly in the air with no problem.

To him, seeing an android this advance is mesmerizing and just heart-aching.

[Name] was supposed to give the small android to him directly, not Byakuya; he had learned from the recorded messages played by the android that this was supposed to be his anniversary gift from her.

This android, who resembles his girlfriend, was supposed to be his assistant if she couldn't be there.

"....the best name it can have is naming it after its creator." He says as Yuzuriha looks back at him, she smiles sadly at this.

"Little [Name]."

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Senku and Little [Name] stared down at what they had just done, the little android leaning in as Senku looked dejected.

"No! No, it looks nice!" She tries to cheer him up, clearly panicking. "Ooooh, you should definitely become a hair stylist!"

"I've never seen a perfectly cut bang!" She says, sweating.

Senku groans, rubbing his face, refusing to look at his own terrible actions. [Name]'s hair had obviously gotten longer during her coma and he thought it would be a good idea to trim and keep her hair neat. But he screwed up badly.

He slowly looks down at her face; her right eye is covered by her bangs, while the rest of her bangs are cut so poorly. He thought he could do a clean-cut but messed up halfway through.

"She's going to kill me." He whispered, pale.

"Don't worry Master Senku, we'll fix it." The android holds up the scissors again, but he holds her back. "N...no, we should probably stop before we make it worse."

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Yuzuriha squeals. Happily, she had hogged Little [Name] for the day, and now the two were having a small fashion show.

"Aw, you look cute in anything!" She says, her eyes sparkling in inspiration to make new clothes.

.

"Let me down! I can't give you advice about confessing your undying love for Yuzuriha! I'm an assistant for Master Senku, not you!?" Little [Name] shouts angrily as Taiju carries her under his arms, clearly not flinching as the girl squirms around to get away.

"Master Senku, help!!"

.

Senku stared at Little [Name], who was happily eating a piece of warm bread. She didn't need to eat, but he did it out of habit; although she was an android, she resembled a human. Plus she enjoyed eating sweets.

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It's been a year, Senku being 16 now but [Name] remained in her eternal sleep. Unfortunately, her father moved her to a private hospital because her coma-like state was leaked to the media and Yuzuriha had caught someone from the media inside [Name]'s hospital room, let in by bribing a nurse.

"Sorry it took so long to go get the cake; the nurses had it in their staff room," Yuzuriha says, placing the cake on the table beside the bed.

"It's been a year huh?" She says quietly, the room was quiet, besides the machines keeping [Name] alive; the doctors had officially declared her brain dead a couple of days ago due to her situation never improving. It was hard on everyone when the doctors suggested preparing for the worst, taking [Name] off life support.

Of course, her father had immediately shot the idea down, saying he was paying good money for the doctors to find what caused this whole thing when she was fine; she should've been fine.

"She's going to wake up, kids." Byakuya says, trying to lighten the mood, "It might take a couple more weeks or months, but I have a feeling no one in this room is going to give up on her."

Yuzuriha wipes her eyes, pumping her fist. "Right! [Name] is going to come back, I know it."

"Yeah! Or else Senku is going to become a widow and be sad all his life!" Taiju says, copying Yuzuriha's enthusiasm.

Byakuya laughs at this, wrapping his arm around Senku's neck, "That's right, kids; my future daughter-in-law is going to wake up and marry our dear Senku!"

Yuzuriha and Taiju agreed at this; Senku stared down at the peaceful face of [Name], one of his hands holding onto her limp hand.

His expression was unreadable, eyes gazing down at his girlfriend with such tenderness but a hint of sadness. He wouldn't say his feelings out loud, but everyone could tell from his silence.

After Taiju and Yuzuriha had left a couple hours later, Byakuya was cleaning up the room when Senku spoke up.

"Take Little [Name] with you to space," Senku says, surprising Byakuya, but the look on Senku's face made it hard for him to say no to his son's wish.

"Let [Name]'s android go to space with you."

Byakuya only sighed and smiled at him, "All right."

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Swnku sat beside the hospital bed, his hands rubbing the back of [Name]'s hand gently, in his hand, his phone, watching the live stream of Byakuya getting ready to enter the spaceship to take him and the other two people to space.

"Looks like the old man is finally going to space, [Name]." He spoke to the [H/C] haired girl.

The live broadcast is Byakuya taking the microphone from the woman reporter, who looks flustered upon seeing him.

"Senku! I know you're not the type to watch a broadcast like this but...I swear I'll bring back a ton of scientific souvenirs for you and bring Little [Name] safe and sound!" Byakuya says, grinning at the camera while Sebku lets out a laugh at this.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up already." He says, smiling slightly at the screen of his phone.

"You hear that, [Name]? Your creation is going to be back soon, and so is the old man; he's been pretty lonely without, too, so wake up already." He gently flickers the girl's forehead before sighing, burying his face in his arms on the bed.

"....just wake up already," Senku mumbles to himself. "..or give me a sign that you're not really brain dead."

Silence was his only answer and has been for the last year. 

3 days later, all of humanity was turned to stone by a mysterious green light. 

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[wwereaderinserts]

Hey @wwereaderinserts you think you could do that with Damian Priest and Rhea Ripley NSFW alphabet too?

Please 🙏🏾💗

So I've gone ahead and done the whole alphabet for this one and I chose Priest, though I did find doing the whole thing a little overwhelming so I will say that going forward I will do one character and 5 letters at a time per request.

NSFW under the cut, MINORS DNI.

NSFW Alphabet with Damian Priest

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) He doesn’t even think about himself after sex until he knows for sure that you’re completely satisfied and taken care of. He’ll check in and ask if it was okay for you or if it was too much for you at all. He’ll hold you afterwards if that’s what you want from him, too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) On himself, his hands. It doesn’t matter if he’s just running his hands over your skin or groping certain parts of you, he loves the feel of your body under them and how good he knows he can make you feel with them. On you, it’s a tie between your ass and chest. He loves grabbing a handful of your ass during sex if he can, but he also can’t restrain himself from marking your chest up either.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He prefers to finish inside you, but if you don’t want him to do that, his second choices would be on your lower back or chest/stomach depending on positions.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He’s definitely dominant during sex, but he has this fantasy of you tying him to the bed and taking your time with him, letting you take control of the reins just for once. You both tried it one time and you used handcuffs. Somewhere in all the excitement, you misplaced the key and couldn’t find it anywhere after you two were done. He was cuffed there for about an hour and a half while you were pulling up videos on your phone to try figuring out how you could fully get him out of the cuffs. After that whole debacle, you both decided to stick to ropes for the foreseeable.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Oh he knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s very experienced. He could actually probably even show you a few things.

F = Favorite position The crab. He likes having you on top in general, but there’s something even more special about watching you spread your legs wider for him in this position so he can watch himself moving in and out of you. Being able to see just how much he’s splitting you open does it for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He knows how to have a laugh in the moment, of course, so he’s not strictly serious, but this man also means business. He’s not satisfied until your legs are shaking and you’re completely fucked out.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He definitely keeps it well maintained down there. Trimmed rather low, maybe even clean shaven if the mood takes him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He can be rather intimate at times if it’s not just a quickie. There’s near constant eye contact, he’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear, kissing you so passionately to the point of taking your breath away.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Even before you got together, it wasn’t really all that frequent, so nothing has really changed there. He can go for a fair amount of time without because he’d rather get all his pent up energy out when he gets the chance to be with you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Knife play. He’s not above taking one from his collection of weapons to use on you, not to scratch or anything more than that, but just for you to feel the sensation of it against your skin if he’s not using it to rip your underwear off. If he cools it off or heats it up slightly too? Whole different ball game from that sensation. Though if that’s a definite no from you, he’s not going to try convincing you to try it at all and he respects that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Prefers keeping things private in the setting of your home or your hotel room if you’re on the road, but he’s not against finding a secluded spot and going for it with you in the car either if neither of you can wait any longer.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) If he’s not totally beat after a long day, being upfront with him about what you want and that it’s him who you want it from is enough to get him going, whether it’s telling him directly or him walking in on you, spread out, ready and waiting there for him. Nine times out of ten, this man is gonna pounce.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He’s pretty open minded, but he’d never do anything that you didn’t want to do or anything that crosses your boundaries, nor would he hurt you in any way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He likes receiving too, but he’s giving for his pleasure as well as your own. Give this man the chance to bury his face between your thighs and it’s like something snaps inside him, and he can’t get enough.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) It depends on what mood he’s in. If it’s a quickie or if it’s been a while and he can’t wait to have you, he’s fast and a little rough with it. But if you two have the time to yourselves, he’s taking it slow and sensual with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He doesn’t mind them. He’d much rather be able to take his time with you, but he won’t turn down the opportunity for one if you’re also up for it. Even though it’s just a quickie, he’ll still leave you utterly satisfied.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He’s up to experiment a little bit if you are, though there probably isn’t much left that he hasn’t already tried at this point.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He knows how to pace himself, so he easily has two rounds in him at the very least which last quite a while.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn’t personally own any himself, but he’s more than willing to use yours on you if you own any. He’s not opposed to them at all, he finds that it makes things even more fun.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He does like to tease a fair bit. He likes you pent up and begging for him. It makes all the build up all the more satisfying when you fully get your hands on each other that way.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He’s more of a grunter and a groaner, but you’ll be able to drag the odd moan out of him as well. He gets quite vocal too and he 100% will talk you through it, praises you, asks you how it feels, tells you that you’re taking him well, etc.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He might be a little obsessed with the size difference between you both…in many ways. He loves the way he towers over you, the way you drown in his shirts when you slip one on, how his hands dwarf yours, the way he can easily overpower you in bed, how you struggle to take all of him sometimes…the list goes on.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He’s a big boy. He’s on the thicker side, and his length isn’t anything to turn your nose up at either, so it’s probably a little intimidating to look at first off. I’d say he’s probably 7 inches in length at the very least. Has a few prominent veins and curves slightly to the right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) It’s not ridiculously high. He can survive without his fill of you for a little bit if you’re both busy, but he definitely doesn’t take much convincing to get down to it and it’s usually him that’s the instigator.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He’ll intentionally stay awake for a bit, just to make sure that you don’t need anything else from him at all. Even then, he doesn’t fall asleep easily after sex, unless you absentmindedly play with his hair while you two are cuddling together afterwards

[veinspookiebear]

Do you perhaps have any Link Click headcanons you'd like to share with the class??

Not immediately off the top of my head, but you've given me a great reason to sit down and think about it SO!! These may be wordy I like to yap when I think about things

(They did in fact get wordy putting them under a cut so it's not a wall of text /silly)

Big fan of the headcanon that LG cuts CXS's hair when it needs a trim <3 I think before they lived together he always got it done by a stylist, but they could never get it quite to his liking. QL did it for him sometimes and he much preferred that, but she couldn't do it all the time. Then LG offers one day when he's complaining about it and gets it perfect and that just becomes the normal (LG never complains because he secretly loves his hair. And CXS maybe loves the feel of his hands in his hair too)

They order takeout a lot cause it's more convenient and works better for them especially when in the middle of missions (no wonder they're broke) but LG and CXS can both cook pretty well with the time, effort, and resources. Sometimes they cook together!! It goes about as well as you'd expect but somehow the food still turns out delicious. CXS says it's because they made it with love

QL (basically canonically /hj) clocks shiguang so hard but I think it'd be funny if she like. not quite wingwomans but does subtle things to push them together that gradually get more unhinged/obvious. Neither of them piece together what she's trying to do and she refuses to explain it even as she slowly loses her mind

QL and CXS have video game nights on the weekends. Occasionally they can drag LG into playing, but mostly he watches and commentates where he sees fit. He's in charge of snacks though

Both CXS and LG have nightmares, especially frequently after the events of S2. Inevitably they wake each other up. They have a silent agreement not to talk about things they dream about, at least not in depth (they can kind of figure, anyway), but they know how to comfort each other even without that specific knowledge. If it's particularly bad they end up cuddling the rest of the night, a constant reminder that the other is there, and they're safe for now, and they're loved.

LG actually has a ton of pictures of cosplays he did before he and CXS met. CXS found them, and ever since he's been trying to convince LG to cosplay again. It's not that he doesn't want to, necessarily, he just doesn't have the time and resources that he used to. Once things settle down, he starts cosplaying every now and then, and a lot of times CXS joins him as the other half to a duo or just another character he likes. QL joins in sometimes too. (Turns out to be a great marketing strategy)

CXS in a dress. Need I say more

(Okay I'll say more. He doesn't wear dresses or similar clothing very often, but he does have a few and occasionally, when they don't have any business and he feels like it, he'll wear one. It's made entirely worth it by the way it utterly breaks LG, without fail. QL insists that's not a bro reaction. She also wholeheartedly encourages CXS)

LG isn't afraid to crossdress either if it means breaking CXS in return. This is exactly what happened the first time he cosplayed a female character.

CXS has a loose workout schedule that he can fit around their job and maybe takes a fighting class every now and then to keep his skills sharp. He says it's for his skills. It's mostly for his skills. Having some muscle definition with his sleeveless shirts and giving LG something to stare at is just a bonus!

Projecting here but I think both of them would love Epic: The Musical. CXS would vibe with the music and know all the words and LG would analyze it and reread the Odyssey and break down source to adaptation comparisons. They would love musical theater in general actually they just have that vibe to me

Also projection but giving LG a weighted blanket. He deserves it

Plushies too!! They don't have any in the show I can recall of the top of my head and I think they would both have at least a couple. A respective dog and cat that look like their shorts versions, for sure

CXS is grumpy about waking up until he's fully functioning, then he's got so much energy he has to get up and spend it. LG is not a morning person. If there's no urgent reason to get up, until CXS coaxes him out with coffee, he is not moving.

[electronicladyheart]

Luca changretta x reader

Heavenly,

Luca is obsessed with how soft and sweet his pretty wife is, and those lingerie sets she wears aren't helping him.

Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, age gap, explicit language, sex, slight overstimulation, Riding him, unprotected p in v sex.

The night air in New York was thick with the scent of rain, the kind that clung to the cobblestone streets and made everything feel softer, slower. But inside the grand estate of Luca Changretta, the world was warm, wrapped in the glow of golden candlelight and the quiet hum of a gramophone playing something slow.

You sat by the vanity, brushing through your soft hair, humming gently as you did. The silk of your nightgown brushed against your skin, pooling at your thighs, the lace trim delicate and barely-there. It was a soft pink tonight, with a little bow at the center of your chest, a detail you knew would drive Luca wild.

And he was watching.

Leaning against the doorframe, his dark eyes never left you. He was still in his suit, the tie undone, the first few buttons of his shirt open, exposing the olive skin of his collarbone. He looked tired, but there was something else in his gaze ... something hungry, something that burned slow and deep.

“You know,” he murmured, voice thick with his Italian accent, “it is impossible to come home and not lose my mind when you look like this.”

You turned, your pretty smile making his heart lurch. “Like what?” you asked, innocent, so sweet it made his chest ache.

He stepped forward, slow and deliberate, like a lion circling its prey. His fingers trailed over the vanity, then up your shoulder, his touch featherlight but possessive.

“Like you were made to torture me,” he whispered, voice low as he leaned down, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

A blush bloomed on your cheeks, heat rising from your chest. “Luca,” you giggled softly, your hands coming to rest against his chest as he towered over you.

“Mia dolce,” he purred, fingers trailing down your arm, his thumb brushing the edge of your nightgown. “You make me crazy, you know that?”

You bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. “I only wear what you like,” you admitted shyly, fingers curling into his shirt. “Because I love when you look at me like this.”

His breath hitched, his grip tightening ever so slightly. He tilted your chin up with two fingers, his thumb ghosting over your bottom lip. “Then you must love seeing me lose my mind,” he murmured, voice heavy with adoration.

You giggled again, soft and sweet, and Luca felt something in him snap.

He lifted you effortlessly, placing you on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. His hands roamed over your thighs, feeling the lace of your stockings, the silk of your lingerie beneath your nightgown. He exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing to yours.

“You are too soft for a man like me,” he admitted, his voice raw, his fingers trembling slightly as they held you. “Too sweet. Too perfect.”

You cupped his face, your thumb tracing his sharp cheekbone. “And yet,” you whispered, “I am yours.”

His eyes darkened, his grip tightening as he kissed you, slow and deep, as if he was trying to savor you, to commit the feel of you to memory.

You sighed against his lips, melting into him, letting him hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And to Luca Changretta, you were.

His obsession. His weakness. His entire world.

Luca's hands slid reverently down the curve of your back as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing yours with sensual strokes. He breathed you in, the scent of your perfume mingling with the subtle lavender from your bath. His body hardened beneath you, responding eagerly to your nearness.

"You're killing me," he murmured against your lips, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair while the other maintained its possessive hold on your waist. His mouth moved to your jaw, kissing along the sensitive line before nipping gently at your ear, making you shiver.

"I want to do bad things to you," he growled, the admission sending a thrill down your spine. His voice dripped with desire, heavy with the promise of sinful touches and whispered words. His hands moved to the hem of your nightgown, brushing gently against your legs.

His fingers hooked under the thin fabric, slowly pushing it up, revealing inch by inch of creamy skin. He paused, his knuckles brushing against your thighs, looking up at you through his dark lashes, seeking permission in your eyes. "Lift your arms," he commanded softly.

As you did, the nightgown was pulled off, leaving you in just your soft pink lingerie. The way Luca's eyes raked over you, filled with adoration and hunger, made your heart race. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the soft skin above your chest, then another to your collarbone.

Luca's lips trailed down, every kiss sending sparks across your skin. He reached the swell of your breasts and paused, his breath hot against you. Slowly, reverently, he hooked a finger under the lace of your bra, tugging it down just enough to expose your nipple.

He flicked his tongue over the hard peak, and you gasped, your fingers pressing into his shoulders for support. Luca chuckled lightly, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking gently, teasingly, as if he was savoring the taste of your skin.

Luca's skilled mouth worked magic on your sensitive breasts, each pull of his lips sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. His hands roamed your back, kneading the muscles as he held you close. He lavished attention on one nipple before switching to the other, ensuring neither felt neglected.

"God," you whimpered, your head thrown back, baring your neck. Luca took full advantage, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses there, his hands sliding down to your thighs, squeezing.

"The sounds you make," he whispered against your neck, "drives me fucking crazy." One hand slipped between your legs, cupping you through your panties, causing you to moan louder. "Is this what I do to you?" he asked, applying gentle pressure with his fingers.

Luca's touch was light but deliberate, building a slow burn that had you writhing against him. He watched your face, his eyes dark with desire, reading every micro-expression. "My sweet little wife... you like wearing these cute sets?"

"You know I do," you murmured, finding the courage to look down into his eyes. He grinned, a wicked curve of his lips that sent a fresh wave of heat through you. "we won't be taking these off then, I want you to keep them on while I fuck you."

Luca's filthy words sent a jolt straight to your core, your panties now damp with your arousal. He slid a hand into your hair, gripping it gently but firmly as he captured your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, claiming you, dominating you utterly.

His other hand slid down your body again, cupping your lace-covered center possessively. He could feel the heat coming from you, the dampness. He pressed two fingers down, right above where you needed friction, making you whimper into his mouth. He swallowed your sounds, deepening the kiss.

His touch was unhurried yet effective, driving you slowly out of your mind. He rubbed you over your panties, gathering the wetness there, making the lace see-through. His fingers found your clit through the lace, rolling the sensitive bud gently. You moaned, breaking the kiss.

"You're so wet already, my love," he murmured, watching your face as he continued to tease you. His fingers moved down, slipping your panties to the side. He slid a finger inside you, then two, pumping slowly. "So fucking tight."

You let out a soft moan, your hips involuntarily rocking against his hand. Luca's eyes never left yours as he fingered you, his thumb circling your clit through the lace. "Do you want to be my good girl, Dolcezza?"

"Yes..." you whisper, barely able to hold back moans as he slowly picks up the pace, hitting that perfect spot inside you while keeping the rhythmic pressure on your clit. "Only good girls get rewarded..." he growls softly, nipping your bottom lip before capturing it in another passionate kiss.

Luca increased the pace, his fingers curling expertly inside you, hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back. His thumb kept up the relentless pace on your clit, ensuring that every inch of you was being stimulated. And then, he pulled his fingers out, all of a sudden.

"Luca..." you whimper, feeling empty and aching. He chuckled, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties. "Not yet," he murmured, as his eyes took in your flushed cheeks and hard nipples peeking under your bra. "I want you to ride me... I want to watch you fuck yourself over my dick with this lingerie on. can you do that for me baby ?"

You nodded, too turned on to refuse. Luca undid his belt and trousers, freeing his hard cock. He sat back down on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. "Straddle me, Dolcezza. Take what you need."

You shifted and positioned yourself over him, the lace of your panties brushing against his hard cock. Luca gripped your hips, slowly guiding you as you rubbed yourself against him. He then lifted your hips slightly, helping you to slide your panties to the side. The head of his cock teased your entrance.

"Take me inside you," he demanded softly, his thumb pressing onto your clit as you began to slide down onto him. Inch by slow inch, you took him into your body, holding onto his shoulders for support. Once fully seated, you paused, relishing the feeling of being completely filled by him.

A deep groan escapes his lips as he feels your tightness surround him completely. His hands squeeze your hips harder as he fights the urge to thrust upwards. Instead, he whispers against your neck, "Ride me baby... Fuck yourself on this dick."

You began to move, slowly at first, taking him almost fully out before sliding back down. You found a rhythm, your hips swiveling as you rode him. Your breasts bounced slightly with the movement. Luca caught one breast in his mouth, catching the nipple through the lace making you moan louder.

Luca's tongue swirled around your nipple, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive bud through the lace. His hands guided your hips, encouraging a deeper and faster rhythm. "Fuck, Dolcezza, you look so sexy riding my cock like this," he growled, releasing your breast with a wet pop.

The wet, slick sounds of your combined bodies filled the room, punctuated by your increasingly desperate moans. Luca's cock stretched you perfectly, hitting that special spot inside with every downward thrust. His fingers dug into your hips, surely leaving marks but you couldn't care less, too lost in pleasure.

"That's it, baby," Luca groaned, his teeth grazed against your neck as he sucked and kissed it. "Use my cock. Make yourself come all over it. ruin those panties" His thumb found your clit again, applying steady pressure as you rode him faster.

Your movements became erratic as your orgasm approached. Luca felt your inner muscles clench around his dick, pulling him deeper. You cried out, burying your face in his neck as the waves of pleasure washed over you. Your warm juices coated his shaft, indeed ruining your panties.

Luca groaned loudly as he felt your orgasm hit, your pussy fluttering and gripping his cock like a tight fist. He pistoned his hips upwards, fucking you through your climax and prolonging your pleasure. "That's my good girl,"

"Look at you, taking my cock so beautifully while you come apart..." His voice was husky with desire as he continued to thrust upwards, extending your orgasm. "I'm addicted to this pussy, Dolcezza..."

With a sudden movement, he flipped your positions, laying you down on the bed without slipping out. "I'm not done with you yet."

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up completely to his deep thrusts. He pounded into you, his hips slapping against your thighs. "Luca...Luca..." you whimpered, already feeling another release building within you.

"That's it, call out my name..." Luca grunted, his face contorting with pleasure. "I want the entire world to know whose pussy this is." He leaned down to capture your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as he continued to pummel into you.

"Fuck, baby..." he breathed against your lips, picking up the pace. "You're taking me so perfectly..." He reached between you to rub your swollen clit again, wanting to push you over the edge one more time. "Come on, sweet girl. Give me one more..."

You screamed into his mouth as he hit that spot inside you again and again, his thick length stretching you wide open. He felt your inner walls convulse around him, milking him closer to his own release. "You're so good to me," he growled, his voice muffled against your lips.

Luca groaned as your body clenched around him, his control snapping as he thrust up into you, chasing his own release.

His mouth found yours, swallowing your moans as he buried himself deep, his body shuddering as he came, his release spilling into you.

He held you there, his forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged.

"My obsession," he whispered against your lips. "My weakness. My world."

And God help anyone who tried to take you from him.

[ditzyclown]

Me when people leave tags like "WAAAA" "WMDLSLZVJIWLANCIWPAÑ" "...ohhhhh" "fav" on my silly drawings

[sunlightfeeling]

tbh if i could go to a SMAP concert that was regarded as a “public rehearsal” i would be just as, if not more, ecstatic about seeing them…

Music Station: 2005.7.29

[gophergal]

Watched Defenders of the Realm with @cursed--alien today and realized that they gave Sub-Zero hips that do not lie. And the way they draw his costume makes his pants look like thigh high boots. So behold, The Thiccckening

[d1rtypuppy]

best friends tell each other everything. we also tell each other to start testosterone!! :3

[leclercsbf]

frederikvestiofficial super excited to announce i’ll be driving in my first official F1 session in mexico with mercedes!

[thewanderingzeppelin]

I'm alive!!!!

[sideflorfauna]

Okay I’m back on my blog now. Took a little break

[femmeself]

Craving domestic love where you wake to your lover, and turn off the alarm to wake them up with kisses instead. Brushing your teeth together in the bathroom, then have a cup of tea and some jam toast before work. Get some of their favourite snacks after work to sneak into their jacket pockets tomorrow. Make a casserole and rhubarb crumble for dinner because its cold and rainy tonight. They clear away the plates because you've spoilt them with comfort food. Watching them wash the dishes, rolled up sleeves and sudsy hands. Gentle kisses on the back of their neck as you coax them to bed for sweet sex and gossip before cuddling to sleep.

[mangoskeleton87]

Just finished Good Omens 2 (no spoilers in this post as far as I can see, basically if you know you know--if I need to tag this further send me a message)

Despite me seeing some spoilers for episode 6 (everyone did a lovely job tagging stuff, I’m just an idiot who didn’t filter tags), I’m still devastated

Let’s do all we can to get a season 3 because I am in PAIN. Neil, I don’t care if you gotta like give us the story via Morse Code I need to see the ending of this. (I will fucking learn Morse Code do not underestimate me). I KNOW [REDACTED] will get a happy ending but we still have a bumpy road until we get there. 

I mean it was SO GOOD but DAMN 

Time to retreat to AO3 where people have already been writing fix-it fics (And to those of you who have written and are writing these fics, I’m giving you all a tender kiss on the forehead we are coping TOGETHER) 

I’m adopting Muriel btw. She is perfect. 

[mizzmellos]

the poll you did about mello’s made me wonder, what’s your favorite thing about his design?

bob cut & feather coat 💖 but the burn scar is my 3rd favorite thing so it's a tough choice lol. i also think it's really funny when people draw mello as going through like, burn-scar puberty and getting twice as manly post-explosion LOL

also worth mentioning many people want to erase the powerful energy mello harnesses with the bob swing^