#greetings from back in 2023 when i got the reblog notif!

[velcrow101]

Happy Yeenstag again! @trans-lykanthropie

Eh what the hell, happy Hyena Monday everyone

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

That's My Man

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~500

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Spencer gets a haircut and you have a most pleasant reaction to it.

Square Filled: holidays (2023) for @cmbingo

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

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It’s been an entire month since you’ve seen your boyfriend but he’s back now. He spent Christmas and New Years with his mother back in Las Vegas while you stayed with your family in Virginia. You two are still so new that you haven’t had the chance to meet his family, and you weren't going to let your first meeting be the holidays.

If and when you’re going to do it, you want to do it right.

While the holidays might be over, the snow is still coming down in waves, making this a white winter. Snow is probably your favorite kind of weather because you get to create angels and snowmen and forts and anything else you want. You want to do that and go ice skating with Spencer tomorrow when the sun is out but for right now, you’re going to have a movie marathon.

He’s staying over for the entire weekend and you can’t be more excited than you are right now.

“Y/N?” Spencer’s voice comes from the front hallway. The door opens to face a solid wall fifteen feet from the door. To the left is the kitchen and to the right is the living room. “I’m here!”

You gave him a key pretty early on because you already knew he was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. It’s one of those things where you just know. You love him so much and you don’t want to waste any time with him.

“In here!” you call from the right. Spencer shrugs off his jacket and hangs it on the hook in front of him before closing and locking the door. He walks into the living room and you turn to greet him when a confused frown sits on your face. “Why are you wearing a beanie?”

Spencer hates hats. He doesn’t like the feel of them or how he looks in them. Why is he wearing a beanie? He hasn’t all winter.

“I don’t know. I liked how it looked on me.”

“Mmhmm.” You get up and walk over to him. “Now what’s the real reason?” He looks shy as if he’s embarrassed to tell you. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. Just… don’t laugh, okay?”

“Okay.”

He takes off his beanie and your jaw practically drops to the floor. He messes with his hair to make it look good but you’re fixed on that the fact that he got a haircut. He doesn't have long curly hair anymore. It’s short and slightly spiked. There are longer pieces in the front but he’s cut it all off.

God fucking damn. He looks so goddamn fine.

“Please say something,” he sighs, unable to take the silence anymore.

“Oh, my God.” He lowers his head knowing you must hate it. “Look at my man!” He snaps his head up as a slight blush creeps up his neck. “Damn, you look so good! Is that Spencer Reid? My gorgeous man?”

“Okay, stop,” he smiles, blushing profusely. You jump into his arms and kiss his face all over, and he tips his head back and laughs. “Okay, okay, okay!”

You pull away with a loving smile and keep your arms wrapped around his neck.

“You look very handsome.”

“Thank you,” he smiles.

Choosing you has got to be the best thing he could have ever done for himself.

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[hansensgirl]

summary. | Your number one fan turns out to be someone far more sinister.

prompts. | Pete Brenner + Camgirl + “I can’t help it. I love you too much.” + Dumbification, requested by Anonymous.

pairing. | dark!Pete Brenner x fem!camgirl!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, stalking, spying, camgirl, private session, power imbalance, age gap, masturbation (male and female), use of a dildo, delusion, dumbification, Daddy kink, pet names, mild overstimulation, smut, dirty talk, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics

You start a new live for your ten or so customers. Some are regulars; most are dawdlers who just need jerk-off material. You’re happy to oblige as long as your bills are getting paid. You don’t aim to rise on the ranks of the site like others. You just want to get by.

That’s what it is, right? You swore to yourself that you’d stop eventually. Eventually…

You wait patiently, fiddling with the slip you’re wearing. It’s lavender-coloured, and you bought it with the tips you got from your last show. When you send the notification, you position yourself in a sultry yet casual pose. 

The interlude is the most excruciating part. It’s when your negative thoughts emerge, and you wonder if you’re really cut out for this. You stare off and lose focus until your computer gives you a ping! 

A viewer has joined. You recognize the username, D4ddy_P3te83. He watches your streams often but isn’t much of a regular attendee, especially on Sunday nights. His profile picture is of a swanky car, one you sort of recognize.

“Hey, you,” you greet, turning your charm on. He surpasses the paywall, and you can see he’s typing in the chat. You sip your water and read his message once it pops up.

Hey, princess. Slow night?

You laugh, a sweet giggle that mixes with your genuine chuckle. “Yeah, sort of. You have a good day?” you ask, leaning back a bit. He gets a good view of your tits. 

I had a shit day. I was hoping you could make it better.

You pout playfully. “Aw, well, I could definitely help. What do you want me to do?” you question, biting your bottom lip. How about a private session? I’ll pay whatever. 

Then comes the offer—$1300. Your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. The blue button is exceptionally enticing. 

You don’t consider the offer for long. He seems well-off with his promise and tender. Besides, what could go wrong? It’s just masturbation.

“Sure! Just give me a few seconds. Thank you for the offer—I’ll make sure to give you the best session ever.” 

He sends you a wink emoji as you click ‘Accept,’ waiting as the screen loads.

When you’re in, you give him a wide grin. You deduce from his username that he likes to be called Daddy, and you do exactly that.

“Hi, Daddy… Thank you for the gift, you’re so kind,” you tell him, but his screen is black. You wait a few seconds, and then he turns his camera on, along with his microphone.

You’re greeted with the pleasant sight of a handsome man, indeed older than you. He screams finance, but you don’t comment. 

“Fuck, you sound so sexy when you say that,” he growls. “The name’s Pete, though. I doubt I should tell you that, but I can’t help it. I love you too much,” Pete quickly explains, and you repeat his name with a hum just to make him chuckle. You ignore his words—he’s probably lonely. You just feel bad for him. 

“Do you want me to keep calling you Daddy?” you ask, running your hands all over your body. He moans at the sight and nods. “Yeah, I’m your Daddy, baby,” Pete tells you, and you smile. His voice is deep and husky. “And how does Daddy want me, hm? I’ll do anything,” you whimper, pulling down the straps of your dress.

Your bare breasts are on display for him, and you squeeze and palm the supple flesh. You tweak your nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers. He groans.

“That flesh-coloured dildo—I wanna see you fuck yourself on that,” Pete tells you, and you spot it in your collection on the bed. You reach for it, arching your back and wiggling your ass for him to see. “You’re so hot,” he says.

“Heh, thank you, Daddy. You’re so good to me,” you moan, laying back on the many pillows you have. You spread your legs and reveal to Pete that you’re not wearing any panties. Your folds glisten with wetness, clit puffy and aching to be touched. 

“Fuck—that pussy’s just beggin’ to get fucked. You wet for Daddy already, princess?” Pete asks, and you nod your head. You have a pout of pleasure on your face, giving him puppy eyes. “Uh-huh. All for you, Daddy,” you tell him.

“Good girl—I bet all you’re thinking of is getting split open with my cock, aren’t ya? Just a dumb little slut, always needing dick,” he grunts, and though his words are harsh, the filthiness has you whimpering. 

You slap the tip of the dildo against your clit, jolting from the sensation as your legs twitch. “Mhm… ‘M just a dumb whore for Daddy,” you continue. You watch as Pete spits into his hand and adjusts his computer so that you can see his dick. It’s thick and long—red and leaking with pre-cum. You dart your tongue out to wet your lips.

You drag the toy through your folds almost impatiently, getting yourself worked up and the plastic soaked enough. “I’m so much bigger than that dildo, honey. You’d cry if I fucked you,” Pete says, and you can tell that his words are true. “Promise?”

“Of course. Anything for my best girl.”

Slowly, you insert the dildo into your weeping hole, and you moan loudly. You spread your legs wider for Pete to see, and he curses at the sight. “Yeah, that’s it. Take that dick like the stupid little slut you are,” he growls, pumping his cock with more fervour. 

Once you adjust to it, you begin to fuck yourself with the dildo. The fake ridges and veins stroke your inner walls and hit your sweet spot, and your other hand rubs at your clit. Pete matches your pace and talks you through the entire thing, urging you to come when he realizes you’re close.

“Yeah, that’s it. Make a mess on that dick, you dumb baby. Pretend it’s Daddy’s and soak it,” he demands, and you cry out loudly. Once your climax hits, you try your hardest to keep your legs open. You soak the dildo in your juices, and your eyes squeeze shut. The pleasure is euphoric—practically overwhelming as your chest rises and falls rapidly. 

You ride your orgasm out, thanking Pete for letting you come. He reaches his own orgasm, ropes of cum spurting on the tip and landing on his hand and the surface in front of him. 

As you both pant, with satisfactory smiles, Pete sends you another payment. This one is much smaller, but you take it in gratitude. “Use that to buy a bigger toy, princess. We gotta get you trained for when I fuck you,” he says, and you laugh at his words. 

“Okay, Daddy,” you promise, wincing as you pull the dildo out of your cunt. “I mean it. I’m gonna take you everywhere in your little apartment. On that couch, in the kitchen, on the balcony. We’ll have so much fun,” Pete continues, and your smile falters.

“Oh, and when you use your showerhead, turn the pressure up. You’ll come much quicker that way,” he tells you with a wink, and you remember your actions from this morning and almost every other time you’ve taken a shower. 

You stare at the computer in horror and watch as he turns his camera to the window, where you can see your building across the way. He turns it back and winks at you before shutting the session down, leaving you richer and more scared than ever.