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Do you have any aftercare fics? I love your writing

My Spencer Reid aftercare HCs <3

Spencer Reid x fem!reader (can be read as gn!afab!reader)

a/n: sorry for the long wait anon 😭 i’m really not great at writing aftercare, so these are just my hcs 🧚‍♀️ but i hope you’ll like it 💕

cw: mentioned sex, mentioned sub! and dom!Spencer (he’s a switch in my mind teehee), bruising after intimacy (hickeys, teeth marks, general bruising) but it’s all consensual, cleaning up together, Spencer is a Sweetheart Angel Darling, this is mostly just fluff <3, also I edited this in my economic politics class, so if there are any spelling mistakes or anything, i’m sorry 😭

suggestive content, 18+ MDNI

he’s clingy after sex

i’m talking cuddling, head on chest, legs tangled

there’s barely any room between you two, barely any surface of your skin that isn’t touching

only for, like, half an hour at most, though, before he makes you get up, reminding you to pee

he’s definitely the type that reminds you to pee after sex, even if you’re tired

this man won’t take any chances of you getting a UTI, or anything like that

likes to clean up together after sex

it could be taking a shower together, but baths are much preferred for him

sometimes when you’re both too tired, he’ll make do with a wet towel

but i think that he wouldn’t want you to do all the work, even if he was the more submissive one between you two

he does like getting taken care of, he likes it when you help him clean up in the shower

but if you just want to clean him up and then take care of yourself, he won’t have it

he also gets sleepy after sex pretty often

with how demanding his job is, sometimes he only has energy for one round and then a quick clean up, and then he’s out quicker than lightning

when he gets more dominant, sometimes he’ll get carried away and leave marks and bruises on your skin, in the heat of the moment

he always makes sure to take extra good care of you after that

he massages your sore legs or hips, presses featherlight kisses to the love bites, or teeth marks on your skin

his touch is tender and gentle as his fingers ghost over the bruises in the shape of his fingers on your skin

he has a certain look in his eyes after nights like that, a mixture of guilt and satisfaction –like he’s pleased that you’ve been marked and branded as his, but he doesn’t like the fact that it means you getting bruises

you always reassure him that it’s fine and that you liked it, which seems to placate him, at least for a while

sometimes, on his rare days off, he’ll take the time to properly worship your body, going multiple rounds during the day

he always makes sure that you get enough hydration and nutrition during the breaks between rounds, makes sure to check in on you every step of the way

he’s also big on pillow talk

he’ll ask about your day, and he’ll share what he can about his, mixing in fun facts and statistics when he thinks they’re relevant

this man will talk until he’s out cold –sometimes even after that, soft, unintelligible mumbles leaving his lips in his sleep

he’ll also continue clinging to you during the night, like you’re his only anchor to this mortal realm

all in all: Spencer is a very clingy lover, especially after being intimate with you. He’d also rather die than to slack off on taking care of you. He’s the biggest sweetheart ever, and you can’t believe how you ever got this lucky. <3

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i’m currently working on a request, but after i post that, i already have two fics planned 🥸

so here’s a little sneak peek for you guys 🧚‍♀️

they’re both about halfway done, so i might have to change/add to the cws a little, but eek! 🐁 so fun! ✨

these might be the most self-indulgent fics i’ve ever written (so far) lol, but i hope you guys will like them 🧚‍♀️💕

[ratatoastwrites]

Ok ok smut. I keep thinking about how the BAU is often gone on longer cases and a Spencer who missed his girlfriend on a long case and just wants to be really close to her so like clingy...maybe some cockwarming...umm yeah imma see myself out byyyeeeee

-🌞

a/n: i’m literally so sorry that this took me six months to post 😭 i literally have no words omg. but i totally loved!!!! this request and it was so much fun to write and i really hope that i did it justice 💕🧚‍♀️ (even though i feel like the ending might be a teensy bit rushed 😭) also also also: today is mgg’s birthday! omg! i love me a pisces man 🧎‍♀️‍➡️

well, without further ado

You feel like Home

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

nsfw, 18+ MDNI

cw: no use of y/n, Spencer calls reader Angel, smut, cockwarming, dry humping (barely though), words to describe the female genitalia, unprotected p in v sex, mentioned rough sex, Spencer is described as “pussy-whipped” (he is), kissing, some light making out ig, and umm maybe softdom!Spence (?) idrk tho, also english is not my first language so im sorry if this isn’t grammatically pristine

• Before he met you, Spencer had no real qualms about his work schedule

• Sure, it was a bit of a hassle to travel for work so much, but let’s face it, he didn’t really have anything better to do

• While the rest of the team complained when they had little to no free time between cases, he was secretly happy for the distraction from his mostly uneventful life

• After he met you, though…

• To put it simply, Spencer was obsessed with you

• He fell fast and he fell hard, and now every second thought in that big brain of his was about you

• He most definitely would’ve spent every waking moment with you if that was possible

• Or inside you

• Pussy-whipped was one of the best ways to describe him

• But could you really blame him? You were beautiful, and alluring, and your skin was so soft under his touch, and you always smelled and tasted divine…

• Yeah, it was safe to say that you had him completely wrapped around your finger

• And now he suddenly understood why it was such a nuisance to have to travel across the country on a random thursday afternoon, for an unforeseeable amount of days

• He tried to call you as often as possible, but most of the time he was either too busy or your schedules just simply didn’t align

• It was no different on this case, and to make matters even worse, this time he had to go five whole days without seeing you, and three without getting to hear your voice

• So when he finally arrived home to your shared apartment, seeing you in one of his oversized sweaters, looking so inviting and cozy on the couch, smiling at him so sweetly as you greeted him…

 

“Spence,” you giggled softly, tilting your head to the side to grant him easier access, as he pressed gentle kisses to your neck. You were seated in his lap, your arms around his neck, and his hands on your thighs on either sides of his hips. He has refused to let go of you ever since he came home almost an hour ago, his hands and lips not leaving your skin for even a second, as if he was afraid that you would disappear like a mirage.

“Hm?” He hummed against your neck, his lips focusing on your pulse point. He nipped and sucked on your pristine skin, covering it with small love bites. They would fade by the morning, but for now, he relished in getting to decorate you with his marks, like a physical reminder that you were his.

Your breath hitched, only letting out the shuddering breath that you sucked in, when his hands finally moved under your –his– sweater. You very quickly forgot what you were about to say, your hips rolling against his with a small, needy sound.

“Angel.” Spencer’s voice was soft, if a bit choked, his hands quickly sliding down to hold your hips. “I want to take my time with you tonight. Will you let me?”

You bit down on your lower lip, feeling your lower regions ache with desire from how he wound you up with his casual, gentle kisses and touches. At the same time though, you were feeling just as clingy as he was. You didn’t want this to end for a long time, didn’t want to rush into an orgasm.

So you just nodded, cupping Spencer’s cheeks as you leaned in to kiss him languidly. Your lips moved in sync, in a familiar, well-practiced dance, while you raised your hips to allow him to pull off your shorts and panties.

You reached down to the hem of your sweater, but he caught your wrists, stopping you from taking it off.

“Leave it on. Please,” he said, adding the adverb almost as an afterthought. “I like making you mine in my own clothes.”

And oh, that just simply wasn’t fair. He couldn’t seriously say stuff like that and expect you not to drag you needy, wet cunt against the noticeable bulge in his pants. You both moaned at the same time from the friction, and this time he didn’t have it in him to tell you to stop.

You kissed him deeply, moving your hands to unbuckle his belt, while he unzipped his pants –a combined effort, to get his poor, aching hardness out of the confines of his slacks as fast as possible.

There were very little words exchanged, lips parting as you both sighed into eachother’s mouths, once you finally sank down on his length.

“Jesus Christ, Angel. I missed you so much,” he whispered hotly against your lips, before dipping his head down, to press his lips to your throat.

It was hard to stay still at first. As much as you wanted to drag this out, his tip was nudging your cervix so deliciously that you couldn’t help but clench around him tightly. You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt him twitch inside you in response, while he whined against your skin.

But after a few minutes, you finally settled. It felt incredible, being connected with him so intimately, bodies and souls entwined on your couch. You kissed him lazily, before asking him about his day, his time away, letting him talk to you about the case –well, as much as he was allowed to tell you about it.

You talked and cuddled and just stayed in eachother’s embrace. Because after so long, you were finally reunited, and you’d be damned if you didn’t make the most of it.

And if a while later, after you’ve already discussed everything and caught up with eachother, he finally pounded you into the couch, well… You definitely weren’t one to complain about that either.

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Playing house

Spencer Reid x gn!reader

[this was specifically written with s2 bratty(suffering from withdrawal)!Spencer in mind 🧚‍♀️]

Synopsis: “has a PhD in engineering and thinks that Ikea manuals are for stupid people” boyfriend vs “isn’t really a good handyman but is determined to follow the rules” s/o get into a bit of an argument 🫢

a/n: it’s me woo! did y’all miss me? 🌝 ofc u did!! 🥰 jkjk but umm i was inspired to write this bcuz i actually got a new chair from ikea a few days ago and i almost ripped out all my hair by the time i managed to put it together ✨ i was listening to the Like a Prayer EP from deadpool & wolverine for the whole two (2) hours it took me to put it together as well lmao 🪑 also, the pic on the left of the moodboard is my own ikea manual on the exact page i messed up!! fun 🧚‍♀️ also, did u guys like that i included a synopsis this time? i hope u did ;)

cw: light angst, arguing about something that shouldn’t really be a cause of an argument, reader has one (1) violent thought but doesn’t actually mean it and also doesn’t act on it ofc, allusion to Spencer’s addiction/withdrawal, some kinda unhealthy thoughts, Spencer is a bit 🤏 of an asshole in the beginning, mostly fluffy ending, also kinda rushed ending which is my bad :( sorry

“This is stupid. And you’re doing it wrong.”

You scoffed in exasperation at your boyfriend’s complaints, but otherwise kept your focus on the task at hand.

You’ve been trying to assemble your new desk chair for the past half hour, while Spencer loomed over your hunched figure, like an unhelpful little devil on your shoulder.

“Well, why don’t you do it then?”

You mumbled under your breath, not necessarily wanting him to hear. He did anyway.

“Well, I would. If you weren’t so insistent on using the manual.”

You could quite literally hear the eye roll in his tone, and while you usually didn’t mind his bratty attitude, right now it wasn’t helping your already frustrated mood.

“Oh, right. Silly me, using the manual that tells me how to assemble this piece of- furniture.”

You had to try your hardest not to start cursing, not wanting to let this swedish nightmare of a chair get the better of you. Spencer sighed behind you, and you were secretly hoping that it was a sigh of resignation.

“I have a PhD in engineering, do you really think that I don’t know how to assemble a chair from Ikea?”

Your hopes were proven to be futile, just like every other time you found yourself not seeing eye to eye with your boyfriend. You took a deep breath, not wanting to turn this petty argument into an actual fight.

“I don’t know, Spencer. And I’m not interested in finding out. I just don’t understand what you’re trying to prove by refusing the very idea of using the manual.”

Your tone became a little sharper by the end, although it wasn’t actually aimed at him. As you read over the manual again, you realised that you messed up the last step, cursing quietly under your breath as you had to undo the last eight screws in the armrests.

“Good thing you were using the manual.”

You were seriously contemplating throwing the screwdriver at your boyfriend’s smartass head after his smug comment. However, you just slowly put it down instead, before standing up from your place on the carpet, ignoring the crackling in your knees as you turned around to face him.

“Spencer, I love you more than words could describe, but you’re seriously getting on my last nerve right now. I’m going to make myself a cup of tea, do not follow me please.”

You told him with eerie calmness, before walking out of the living room and towards the kitchen.

You tried to ignore the guilt gnawing at your stomach at how annoyed you’d gotten over something so trivial. You knew that he was going through a rough patch in his life, and you couldn’t blame him for being more annoying than usual. But you couldn’t always have the patience of a saint, and you were already quite worked up about that stupid chair.

‘I just need a few moments of peace. Then I’ll go back and pretend like everything is okay. As per usual.’

You tried telling yourself, blocking out the voices saying how unhealthy that sounded.

You went through the steps of making your tea, doing your best to silence the myriad of emotions swirling in your chest. By the time you finished your hot beverage and put your cup in the sink, all your previous frustrations were gone, replaced by only tiredness. The weight of the day weighed on your shoulders as you dragged yourself back to the living room, although the slight aching in your muscles quickly faded to the back of your mind when you took in the sight waiting for you in there.

“Wh- Spence?”

You were dumbfounded as you looked at your boyfriend, who was standing next to your -now assembled!- chair with a sheepish smile.

“I, uh, put it together for you. All according to the manual, of course.”

His tone was almost shy, and he gave you the sweetest puppy dog eyes imaginable, which never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“But I thought the manual was stupid.”

You stepped closer to him, still feeling a little confused, but your gaze softened in fondness as you looked at him. He shuffled on his feet a little, glancing between you and the chair awkwardly.

“It is. But it doesn’t matter. According to the studies, most healthy relationships are based on compromises. I guess I just realised that I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately.”

You frowned at his words, stepping even closer to him, until you were almost toe to toe. You didn’t like it when he talked about himself like that, and he quickly understood your expression.

“You know it’s true. You’ve been nothing but patient and accepting since I… And I can’t even swallow my pride for an hour to help you put together a piece of furniture.”

He continued before you could argue, and your heart broke as he trailed off mid-sentence. You knew that it was hard for him to acknowledge what he was going through, and you really wanted to tell him that it was okay, that he didn’t do anything wrong. But you knew that those empty words of comfort wouldn’t do your relationship any good.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. But Spence, I don’t want you to think that me being there for you is a chore, or a sacrifice. I’m being patient and accepting, because I love you.“

You told him, reaching your hands out to hold his, interlocking your fingers as you smiled at him softly.

“I can’t even imagine what you’re going through. And you being a little annoying about a stupid chair doesn’t make you a bad boyfriend. Not to mention that you ended up putting it together for me.”

You nodded your head towards the aforementioned furniture next to you, squeezing his hand a bit tighter as you smiled at him fondly.

“I don’t deserve you.”

He said softly, tilting his forehead against yours.

“Negative. You deserve only good things in your life.”

You told him, before capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.

The two of you didn’t always agree, and you could both be incredibly stubborn. But at the end of the day there was nothing you wouldn’t do for your beautiful, intelligent, sweetheart of a boyfriend, no matter how much he tested your patience. And you knew that he felt the exact same way about you.

🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

Bonus badly edited pic of Spencer in my new chair ✨

[ratatoastwrites]

My dearest pookies, y’all better prepare because I’m going to post about bratty!spencer x reader tonight 😼

It won’t be smut this time (who am I), because idk I was in the mood to write almost-angst lol

but ughhh i’m obsessed with bratty spence (specifically from s2) gosh 😫

also Price to Pay is still going to happen, I just got inspired to write this one thing real quick first 🧚‍♀️

[ratatoastwrites]

The thought of Professor reid got me sweating..

Me too tbh 🫣

[ratatoastwrites]

dude i just found your blog and i’m obsessed with your writing style PLEASE MORE SPENCER REID I BEG

aww omg tysm 🥹❤️‍🩹

I actually wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue writing for him, but then an idea came to me today like a vision, so now you made me want to share it with the class lol 🧚‍♀️

So, basically it would probably either be a longer fic or a multi chapter one, idk yet

And like I usually don’t write longer stuff like that cuz I have commitment issues, but this one is calling my name like Hamilton called Lin Manuel Miranda’s 🗣️

(jeez i just realised that i wrote man instead of men lmao)

(also fun fact i picked the title from the song genie in a bottle cuz im lame and unoriginal)

The only issue I have is that I’m only on s3 of cm so I would need to do a LOT of research first lmao, so I wanted to ask if y’all would even be interested in the idea xoxo also i just simply cannot promise that it’s going to be very lore accurate but hhhhhhhhhh idk idk

OH BTW I DO KNOW THAT HE ISN’T IN CM EVOLUTION, I just thought that it would be fun to imagine that this is what he’s been up to lmao 🫡

there would be smut (ofc), probably hella angst, possibly some fluff and also probably some more violent themes (cuz it is technically about a case yk)

ALSO i’m not telling y’all if reader is actually the unsub or not ✨🥰

🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

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we have a lot of laughs and fun on my writing account, but i just genuinely think it is important for me to raise awareness 🩵

Whew, I’ve really been debating whether I should make this post or not, but I’ve decided that it is my civic duty as a fellow cyster to bring awareness and maybe help others understand or even recognise the symptoms and what it means to have PCOS

I could hit you guys with all the official terms and statistics, but I will let the pictures do the talking on that

I personally just thought that I should share my story and how I got diagnosed with PCOS, and how I’ve been managing since then

So, I got my first period when I was 10. Which is quite early, but it never really bothered me. I always had a very regular menstrual cycle, from the number of days I menstruated, to the length of each phase.

Well, that all stopped when I was almost 19. My periods stopped being regular, I even went 3 whole consecutive months without even ovulating once. I was always irritated, I gained a lot of weight, my skin was horrible and I just wasn’t really on top of my game in general.

But I just kept telling myself that everything would be fine. I floated through 2 years of my life without knowing if I would be getting my period each month. I didn’t understand why I was always so hormonal and I kind of started hating myself.

So this year, in the very beginning of july, now at the big old age of 21, I decided to go to the OBGYN. I was honestly scared shitless, but I was trying to gaslight myself into thinking that it would be all fine. Except it ended up not being all fine. Because I got diagnosed with PCOS.

Now, I don’t know about other OBGYNs, but mine didn’t particularly care to explain stuff to me, just gave me my papers and told me to get a bunch of tests done to find out my root cause. My regular doctor just gave me a pamphlet for dieting with diabetes/IR and basically told me to just figure things out on my own.

I think it’s honestly disgusting how little healthcare professionals seem to care about a condition that affects so many afab people. There isn’t a cure, because nobody cares to find a cure.

Well, they should.

Everyone should.

Living with PCOS isn’t easy. I have mental breakdowns about it on the weekly. I hate having to restrict what I can eat so much.

And I hate that it is worth it. I hate that I actually feel better when I don’t eat dairy, I hate that I actually feel awful physically when I eat carbs. It’s not fair.

And I hate that my sickness affects the most important (to me) aspect of my life: my fertility.

I have never not wanted children. Becoming a mother is the biggest dream I had since I was a kid. It’s my life purpose. And I might not ever get it.

But I can’t let my PCOS rule my life. I am me, first and foremost. Chronic illness or not.

And I really hope that every woman struggling with PCOS can look into the mirror at the end of the day and find buty in what she sees.

You are beautiful.

You are strong.

You are loved.

[ratatoastwrites]

I will never ever want another man the same way I want Matthew Gray Gubler

The sheer magnitude of my need for him could move literal continents if it got converted into physical force or whtv

I need him so astronomically bad that I feel like I could find the cure for every illness known to man if it meant that I could have him

[ratatoastwrites]

unfortunately, i did not drink enough lol

but i did start drafting a chip taylor fic, which might be a little less exciting to some of y’all, but he is my sweetheart, so 🤧

i’m going out drinking tomorrow and if i drink enough, i might get tempted to write some strangers to lovers spencer reid smut ✨

well it might not be actual lovers, more like a one night stand maybe 🤓☝️ idk

[ratatoastwrites]

i’m going out drinking tomorrow and if i drink enough, i might get tempted to write some strangers to lovers spencer reid smut ✨

well it might not be actual lovers, more like a one night stand maybe 🤓☝️ idk

[ratatoastwrites]

does anyone wanna send me smut reqs ? 🤧

because i’m kinda in the mood to write some, but i’m lowk running out of ideas lmao

i’m also fine with fluff and angst reqs btw, just maybe a little less motivated lol but feel free to send them my way 💋

i write for

raymond wadsworth

chip taylor

spencer reid, although i haven’t finished cm yet (i’m only on s3) lol

i know about pretty much every major plot point for his character and all, but yea, it’d be best if you didn’t want anything lore specific, although i would be willing to write it for u ✨ just might be a little inaccurate ig

i’ve also been wanting to write for dr robert chase if anyone is interested 💕 although i haven’t written for him before, i’ve really been itching to lol ✨ (i’m on s7 of house md btw)

also also i wanna write for scott summers/cyclops (from the og x-men movies)

and wolverine/logan howlett (x-men movies and worst!logan as well)

some rules

i do not ❌ write noncon or 🍇 or stuff like that

consensual freaky stuff is 50/50, i’m okay with somnophilia but blood play is a no-no, you can just ask abt what u want and i’ll tell you if i’m fine with it or nay

age gaps are fine unless it’s illegal, but i also kindly ask you not to interact with my nsfw posts anyway if you’re a minor (age is usually unspecified in any other case btw)

i only write for afab reader, but pls tell me if you want it to be gn or f (im super sorry but i only write for those two)

also pls specify if you want the character to be more sub or dom, i’m fine with either, but if u don’t write it down i’ll be the one deciding lol

and also if you really really want me to write a full piece then that’s not rly smth that i can guarantee that i’ll finish quickly, but i’ll try my best 🧚‍♀️

otherwise i mostly write hcs and drabbles ✨

sooo yeah 🫶 that’s all babes, i’m kinda new to this whole smut writing (and posting) business, but i’ve been practicing on c.ai lmao 😮‍💨🧚‍♀️

[ratatoastwrites]

omg can we talk about Spencer Reid with an unsub reader for a sec????

like he fully knows who you are and you probably know that he knows, but that doesn’t stop you from falling into bed with him

i’m probably not the first one to think of this, but can you imagine him profiling you during sex????

he’s paying attention to every single detail, whether you’re more submissive or dominant, your kinks, your dislikes, your reactions, everything

(i personally think that) he’s a switch so he’s fine either way, focusing on making you feel good, until your mind is too numb with pleasure to keep your walls up

he talks you through it, slipping in a couple of personal questions and comments about your case, satisfaction burning in his chest as you keep slipping up

well that is, until you have enough of his talking, leaving him speechless with your sudden change in demeanour

by the time you’re done with him, he’s far too pussy drunk to keep profiling you, letting you slip away into the night as he stares up at his ceiling, praying that no one will question his alibi for that night

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Victoria’s secret

Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

nsfw, 18+ MDNI

a/n: munch spencer, we all say in unison 😫 i wrote this cuz i was bored at the mall lol, does that count as public indecency? haha jk, but that is lowkey what this blurb is about ✨😮‍💨 also special challenge, take a shot every time i use the word lace lol

cw: oral (f receiving), tiny bit of fingering, bit of rough kissing yum, lingerie (obvi), umm kinda public indecency tbh lol, borderline exhibitionism ig but it isn’t really mentioned just subtext ig, uhhh what else, oh yea friends to lovers kinda (or fwb if u fancy, it is kinda vague), no written aftercare cuz again i just couldn’t be bothered, also this is an unedited & no beta & english is my second language mess as per usual mwah 🧚‍♀️

also also special shout out to @apple-pie-and-impala for never getting annoyed with me about the way that 90% of our text msgs revolve around this man 🤭 love ya, my little enabler 🫶

When you first asked Spencer to go lingerie shopping with you, he didn’t think much of it

He honestly believed that it was just going to be a normal hangout between two friends, because really, there wasn’t anything inherently sexual about the prospect of an adult person wearing underwear

Well, that thought lasted until about five seconds after he stepped into the store with you

It was hard not to let his thoughts wander as he watched you running your fingers across the lace fabric of a matching lilac set, his breath catching in his throat as he imagined you actually wearing it

He watched you pick out a few sets, his heart hammering in his chest as his head filled with more and more sinful thoughts

So when you coyly asked him if he wanted to accompany you to the back (your excuse being that you didn’t want to get bored all alone back there), he didn’t even hesitate before nodding vigorously

As he sat in one of the chairs just outside the fitting room you were in, he contemplated that this might be his purgatory

He could hear the rustling of your clothes, and he knew that you were wearing those torturous sets of lace, and yet he couldn’t do anything about it, forced to sit tight and listen to your chatter through the curtain, trying to will away the painful hardness in his pants

“Spence, could you come in here for a second? The straps are a little loose, and I can’t quite reach the clips.”

He froze for a moment at your seemingly innocent request, before standing up on shaky legs and pulling the curtain to the side just enough for him to slip inside the small, closed space next to you

When he finally turned to look at you, he almost collapsed on the spot

You were wearing a white set with intricate lacing that left hardly anything to the imagination, your hands cupping your breasts to keep the bralette from slipping down, the straps hanging loosely over your shoulders

As soon as your eyes locked together, the air seemed to crackle between you, and he wasted no time pushing you against the nearest wall and kissing you like his life depended on it

He was a needy mess in just a few seconds as his hands glided across your skin, mapping every inch of your body that he could reach, while he familiarised himself with your taste

Your hands pulled on his hair as he sunk to his knees in front of you, and you had to bite down on your bottom lip as you watched him pull the dainty panties you were wearing to the side, his puppy eyed gaze making you weak in the knees

You gasped as you felt him press a tentative kiss on your clit, having to slap a hand over your mouth as he immediately followed it up by lapping at your wet folds enthusiastically

He had you shaking in a matter of minutes, eating you out like your pussy was his ambrosia and he had been starving for years

You had to balance yourself on the wall as he put one of your legs over his shoulder, his tongue exploring your insides, the new angle making his nose nudge against your clit with every move

He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, his lips wrapping around your clit, sucking on it like it was his favourite dessert in the world

You gripped his hair tightly as you came with a loud gasp of his name, rutting against his face, the vibrations of his whimpers making your eyes roll back in immense pleasure

His tongue worked you through it all, licking up your juices languidly, until you had to push his head away when your eyes started tearing up from overstimulation

It was safe to say that you ended up buying that set, walking out of the store hand in hand with Spencer, before leaving the mall to go back to his place, eager to return the favour

[ratatoastwrites]

i’m too impatient to wait for the results so i’ll post the smut blurb in a bit, and then maybe tomorrow i’ll write the other one too 🧚‍♀️ or i might write smth for raymond wadsworth ugh 😫 suburban gothic was such a slay 😮‍💨

yo, i’m lowkey bored at the mall rn and i’m itching to write something, so which one do y’all wanna see?

i might actually write both, depending on how long it takes for my brother to finish shopping 👹

[ratatoastwrites]

yo, i’m lowkey bored at the mall rn and i’m itching to write something, so which one do y’all wanna see?

i might actually write both, depending on how long it takes for my brother to finish shopping 👹

[ratatoastwrites]

The Tell-Tale Heart

Spencer Reid x afab!Reader

nsfw, 18+ MDNI !!

a/n: this was heavily inspired by MGG’s narration of The Tell-Tale Heart on spotify ✨ also this is the product of me desperately ignoring my irl problems lmao 🤓

cw: fingering, also this is heavily unedited and english is not my first language lol, oh yea and i didn’t write aftercare cuz i just couldn’t be bothered tbh

thinking about Spencer fingering you while reading a story out loud for you

he knows how much his reading voice turns you on, teasing you with fluttering touches, before finally sinking his long digits inside your heat

he will drag it out for as long as he can, not letting you come before he finishes the story

you’re sat either on his thigh, or pressed up right next to him, basically glued to his side on the sofa, with your eyes shut tightly, concentrating all your senses on his voice and his nimble fingers moving languidly inside of you

he sometimes increases the pace, to match with what is happening in the book, whispering a few words like innuendos into your ear hotly

he never stops his reading, barely paying any attention to you, his eyes glued to the book in his spare hand. you know that it’s only to rile you up, because he doesn’t even need to be looking at the text in the first place with his eidetic memory

you fall apart embarrassingly easily like this, and while he usually loves hearing your noises, at times like this you both relish in the way you try to silence yourself, not wanting to miss a single word escaping from his perfect, kissable lips

you know that he has pavloved you when you immediately tense up as soon as he snaps the book shut, coming around his fingers with a pathetic, high pitched whimper, grabbing onto his arm and hiding your face in his neck

he usually keeps moving his fingers inside of you as you ride out your orgasm, pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head