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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 3 years ago

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Safety First (Raymond Wadsworth x Reader) SMUT

Summary: Even when finally having sex with the person he desires most, Raymond keeps protection as his first priority.

AN: This was an entry for @imagining-in-the-margins‘ NSFW fic swap, and this fic in particular is for the lovely @andiebeaword <3

Reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns

Content Warning: Smut (18+, MINORS DNI), riding, biting, nipple play,

Masterlist // AO3

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“I want to have sex with you.”

There wasn’t really any other way to tell Raymond that. Y/N stood opposite of him outside some random house on Raymond’s street, the dilapidated façade hardly the most enticing backdrop. However there had been more than enough foreplay during their work hours and she was done drawing this game out.

Raymond nodded, pressing his lips together as he did so. His normally focused gaze was staring to the left of Y/N’s feet.

He adjusted his lime green cravat before he replied with a solitary: “Alright.”

Y/N frowned a little, “Alright?”

“Yeah,” Raymond nodded once more before his delightful fingers curved around Y/N’s face and kissed her ever so gently. His lips curled into hers, soft like petals but pressing with such purpose. Y/N could not be happier to learn that this man’s hamartia was not that he was a bad kisser.

His so-called flaw of being a little dense made an endearing appearance. He pulled away from Y/N with a gulp before speaking with half a breath falling out alongside his words, “I want that too by the way.”

“Good.”

“To have sex.”

“Your place then?”

Y/N walked a little faster at first, but Raymond was quick to match her pace. Neither could decide if they should offer to hold the other’s hand on the brisk hundred metres to the Wadsworth household. By the time the house actually came into view, Raymond had concluded that his sudden confidence did not extend to that while Y/N realised that it was probably too late to hold his hand because now it would last a few seconds and be extremely awkward if Raymond accepted or not.

“Mom’s out,” Raymond said as he twisted his key in the door’s lock, halfway into the doorframe before backtracking and holding it open for Y/N.

Grateful, Y/N asked, “Aw, how’s she doing?”

“Really well, actually, she’s just taken up yoga.”

“That’s good, I’m glad she’s found something she enjoys.”

The pair lingered in the hallway, awkward glances and hands in pockets mirrored between them. Y/N spared a glance to the sitting room with the distinct reminder that her mother often joined Raymond’s in a weekly Zumba session. That was the opposite of what she wanted right now.

“Wanna go to your room?” She prompted.

Almost surprised, Raymond said, “Yes.”

His feet tip-tapped up the stairs and Y/N was the one trying to keep up now. By the time she made it to the top of the stairs, Raymond was already in his room. She caught him stuffing a pile of something into his wardrobe, despite the room being clean enough in its current occupation as a time capsule from 1986. All model UFOs and framed posters that clashed with the wallpaper and magazines that held such sentimental value despite being untouched on their shelves. Raymond pressed himself against the wardrobe doors with a thin-lipped smile.

“Nice room.”

“Thank you,” Raymond said, his smile shifting so that his dimples could peep out.

Y/N sat at the end of his twin bed and pinched a chubby alien. “I like your sheets.”

“Thanks, I put them on clean yesterday.”

Two seconds passed and Y/N patted the bed besides her. To her aroused delight, Raymond briskly plonked himself down in that very spot before he kissed her. His sudden weight made her bounce a little on the creaking mattress but his enthusiasm was palpable enough to keep her lips locked to his.

Raymond’s cravat had only been tied in a double knot; it landed somewhere behind Y/N, most likely on the navy and silver UFO rug. As she kissed where it had been resting on Raymond, her teeth playfully teased a mark into his skin. Each nip was partnered with a tug on his caramel curls at the back of his head.

“Oh fuck,” rasped Raymond.

But despite his lack of favour for buttons done up properly, Y/N groaned at the feeling of it denying access to more of his skin.

Her demands were simple. “Take your shirt off.”

Once again, Raymond acted with no hesitation. His cravat now had another clothing companion on the floor. At first, Y/N didn’t notice the oddity on Raymond’s chest, for she was also removing her own shirt. But she soon became acquainted with the ink forever etched into Raymond’s left pectoral.

TRUST NO ONE

Y/N’s head tilted, “Hmm.”

With sheepishly pink cheeks, Raymond said, “Becca says I dug and buried myself in a vagina grave getting this.”

“If she meant you’re gonna bury your cock in my vagina, then yeah, she hit the nail on the head.”

The room suddenly felt like a vacuum fit for his alien décor. Raymond stammered over the first letter of the word “what” for a solid amount of time. As he searched for the ability to speak, Y/N’s mind wandered off to think symbolism. His tattoo was a reminder to put himself behind walls first before trusting someone, a mantra to protect himself, and if that wasn’t damn adorable, she would have found a way to make it so.

“Anyway,” she unsnapped her bra and shrugged it off.

It instantly took Raymond off his stuck syllable, “Fuck me.” He stared at them with no evidence of shame – besides his rosy apple cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” Y/N threw one leg over to sit on his lap and initiated a kiss. Raymond was all too eager to reciprocate, but it took Y/N grabbing his hands and putting them onto her chest to move things along. He let out a strained moan as he froze for a second. Then his nimble fingers squeezed and his thumbs dragged around the nipples in symmetrical stimulation. Sensitivity spiked in her heart; it rushed Y/N to keep pushing for what she wanted, what they wanted.

To keep getting undressed whilst being insatiably driven to keep their bodies touching one way or another, Raymond and Y/N were restless. Up and down, up and down, like bloody whack-a-mole, until finally they were both naked. Raymond’s eager fingertips dropped the condom packet twice.

Somehow he managed to get it on properly and he was pushed back into the bed. In no time at all, Y/N was taking his cock with wanton wails. Her hands cupped over his, keeping them on her. He wouldn’t have moved them for much but, while he was losing his mind to her heat, Y/N just wanted to keep as much of him on her. Those marvellous hands were staying where they were or going into her mouth.

Gravity was now Raymond’s best friend. As Y/N rose up then sank down upon his cock, never quite freeing him from her warm walls, he watched the boob in his palm bounce. She rode him with a pace that was trembling in its consistency. Each motion lost the world around them, and he was right there with her. Her face was framed with a halo of spaceships that hung around his room’s lightbulb. Sweat only amplified the accidental eroticism of fucking in his childhood room. The hand he dropped from her chest was a little clumsy about keeping on her clit, trying to keep up with her.

Y/N hardly had room in her mind to care how she looked. All she focused on was how good Raymond was at matching her thrusts. He’d just planted his feet meet her in more relish. Completing their sex was the creaking bed that set a nice rhythm for their heavy breathing. As she enjoyed this particular angle, she caught his eye. He dropped his dumbstruck fumbling gaze instantly to watch his cock disappear inside her.

The little green men printed on Raymond’s pillowcase watched with fascination as he – not for the first time in this room – came with a guttural groan. The difference this time was that he kept going in spite of his near painful euphoria. His mouth and eyes were wide open as Y/N pressed her hands against his chest, nails digging on his ribs during her climax that rocked through both of them. Its tension brought such sweet reprieve that spread through their sense.

It was the condom that was tossed into the bin, not a couple of tissue, and two sets of lungs scrabbling to cool two sets of warm cheeks that settled into the twin bed this time.

As Y/N rested her head against Raymond’s shoulder, he blurted out, “When we agreed you could come on a job, this was not what I thought would happen.”

Y/N couldn’t tell if it was out of dire curiosity or wanting to avoid the post-nut clarity.

“What did you think would happen?” She asked.

“I thought you’d laugh at the client when they talked about being stalked by a teenage ghost with a crush.”

“I did laugh at them though.”

The pair smiled and Raymond said, “Yeah.”

“So I met your expectations then.”

“I don’t think I could have ever expected this.” Raymond rubbed his right eye then cleared his throat, “Would you like to use the bathroom?”

“Sure.”

Prior to leaving the bedroom, Y/N found (on the first try, thank God) a fresh set of pyjamas to ruin with her sex-stained body. It wasn’t cold. Raymond had mentioned that his first official case was involving his house and, while she trusted he and Becca had done a good job helping the spirit reach peace, it wasn’t a risk worth taking. As she locked the bathroom door, she smirked at the image of the lightbulb exploding above a horny Raymond.

By the time Y/N returned to the bedroom, Raymond had tossed the bedsheets to be bundled at his shin. He too had decided on some armour against nudity: purple and lime green boxers. Sat up against the headboard, he was the vision of spent but pleased.

“You look nice in my pyjamas,” he said quietly before pointing to the newcomer of a glass on his bedside table, “I got you some water.”

Y/N took a sip from it before shooing Raymond over, “It’s not holy water again, is it?”

“It was a necessary precaution for today.”

“God, you’re so hot when you’re protective.”

The glass clinked against the wooden table top and Raymond’s flushed ears peeked out from under his mad mop of hair

“It’s an important aspect of our job!”

“You gonna keep protecting me then?” Y/N teased with a cheeky grin.

Raymond’s eyes grew twice their size as his posture bobbed into a straighter position. “Wait here a sec.”

Y/N was left alone in the twin bed as Raymond, struggling with the buttons of his pyjama shirt, flew across the room. She listened as his footsteps faded down to the first floor, muted on rugs and amplified by tile. Y/N wriggled off the pyjama bottoms and flung them aside while the pattering of Raymond’s feet remained hasty - besides one moment where it skidded to a stop and something clattered at the opposite end of the house. Then they resumed and Raymond was rushing back into the room. He was not alone.

A pumpkin was tucked under each of his arms, stickers from the store still adorning their pimpled skin.

He bounded forward to show them off, “I was gonna carve them tomorrow, but we can do that now if you want?”

With a casual frown on her brow, Y/N lifted the smaller one from him and spin it in the light, “Jack o lanterns?”

“They’re protective measures!”

“I know, Raymond.” She looked up at him with a bitten bottom lip and suggestive smirk, before completely ruining the subtlty with: “Carve pumpkins then fuck in front of them? Sounds like a date.”

Nevertheless, Raymond appeared very pleased with himself as he placed them down on the desk, but before he could retrieve his stencil ideas, Y/N had a gentle grip on his creased sleep shirt shoulder and a touch on the bite mark she’d left above his tattoo. She fingered over the gap in his pyjama buttons. In his hurry, only two were done up and they were not in the correct place.

“But I’m not really in the mood for disembowelling a pumpkin right now,” She said softly.

“Well,” Raymond dithered about, his mind racing to improvise some form of sexy defense mechanisms. His thoughts melted into incoherence as Y/N pressed herself up against him, her light fingertips teasing through his fringe.

“I thought mirrors are meant to ward off evil spirits,” She whispered.

A thick whine cracked in his throat as she broke away. But he waited and trusted her train of thought, for he had none himself. She took in the full-length standing mirror he had tucked into the corner. With a tilted head, she pulled it out and positioned it in front of the bed before turning back to Raymond, who was watching with dogged interest. He caught her gaze in the reflection. A grin was shared before Y/N grabbed Raymond’s sleep shirt and dragged him back to the bed.

Bonus scene:

Raymond had already dropped the bags at the hotel while Y/N and Becca headed deeper into the city to their client.

“You’re sharing with me. Is that ok?” He had asked Y/N before departing.

“Of course,” Y/N had answered. Work had kept them apart since last week but at least she would have another night with the elusive Raymond Wadsworth. Loitering in the back of her mind was the way his face contorted in pleasure, right up until Becca bade them goodnight and winked at Y/N behind Raymond’s back. Y/N ended up making excuses for them both in order to get Raymond to avoid the hotel bar.

Once they stepped into the room, Y/N was made completely sure of both their intentions. Raymond closed the door and was then pressed against it as Y/N kissed him. Her wandering hands were already reaching for his belt when Raymond, looking wistful, moved away. Those gorgeous lips started confusing Y/N with their words.

“I’m not complaining, I’m just-” He swallowed a pant, “I didn’t think you’d be in the mood.

Y/N blinked, “We’ve got our own room.”

“It’s safer if we stick together.”

“But Becca has her own room.”

“She likes her space.”

Still staring at Raymond, Y/N gestured wordlessly to their bedroom. Upon entering, she had been slapped by the scent of roses. The source was even more obvious: the array scattered about the room, bundles in vases, and picked petals that paved the way to the bed. Not to mention the mirrored ceiling above them.

“Wild roses destroy vampires!” Raymond’s indignant fact was combined with eyebrows raised and a hand outstretched to his “protection”.

Y/N gawped at him for a second, then she said, “Fuck, you’re so responsible.”

Hands on his romper’s collar, she ungracefully kissed him. Her mild annoyance of their teeth clashing was replaced by a different kind when Raymond pulled away again.

“I see now how this has come across as romantic,” he said, more breathless this time.

“Just pretend that was the plan all along,” and Y/N whined as Raymond put his hand on her chest, halting the search for more loving. “What is it? You said you wanted to.”

“I do, but the roses still have their thorns. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

He began collecting the roses under his arm, uttering a quiet “ow” every time whenever the stalks scraped his skin, stripped by his short sleeves. It happened six times before he had rested them all on the bedside table. Almost all, he plucked one from the bunch and offered it.

“As lovely as you,” He said, clearly proud of his pick-up line.

Y/N did not share any of his respect, tossing his offering aside and pulling him in by his cravat. This time, he did not resist their lust. There was just one more protective measure to make before they could be together again – a condom.

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imagining-in-the-margins · 3 years ago

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Past Love

Content Warning: NSFW, MINORS DNI. Gender Neutral Reader, oral (male receiving), wet dream/fantasy, ghosts, no character death Request: Raymond having a wet dream a la ghostbusters blowjob scene

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The first thought Raymond has when you appear before him is that he hopes your ghost is a metaphor. After all, he’s pretty sure that if you were dead, sucking his dick would be a pretty low priority on your eternal checklist.

He’s pretty sure you aren’t actually dead, but he promises himself that he’ll call to double check once you solve the tent-in-his-pants problem.

You do not hesitate to do exactly that. You are slow but efficient as you pull down the covers to reveal alien themed pajamas that always make you chuckle. (Hopefully theoretical) death is no exception.

That happy energy turns sinful the second that you wrap your hand around him and are rewarded with a high pitched whimper. Then, as if to correct himself, he goes on to produce a deep, rumbling moan.

You decide you prefer the first, but allow the second, anyway. You just want to hear more of his sounds, whatever way they might come.

Your tongue is first, running up and down the length of him while he silently thanks whatever ghostly physics mean that you are are delightfully wet as you’ve always been.

He can hear it when you finally take him into your mouth. The sounds of sloppy spit and suction; the soft, delicate moans stifled against his cock.

As you start to bob your head, he raises his hands to tangle in your hair before he stops. He looks down to see a playfulness in your eyes - a dare for him to carry on without thinking.

A dare he wants to take too much for him to let it happen.

Raymond decides that he can’t touch you. He’s too afraid that the smallest acknowledgement of your physical form will send you into a burst of light or dust or whatever ectoplasm ghosts are made from. Instead, he clings to the sheets with a white-knuckled grip.

All he can do is buck helplessly against the pillowy warmth of your willing mouth until he finally spills down your throat. Even then you continue to suck with greedy lips until there is nothing left but drool slowly dripping and pooling at the base of him.

Raymond wakes to find that the wet spot in his boxers has already gone cold. He pays it no mind, though, instead reaching to grab his phone on his bedside table.

The phone rings four times before you answer.

“What do you want, Raymond?”

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead yet.”

You sigh.

“Nope… still here.”

There is silence until he asks, “Do you want to hang out later?”

“Fine,” you grumble.

And he smiles, reassured that everything is as it’s always been.

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imagining-inspiration · 3 years ago

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writing-in-april · 4 years ago

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Spooks

Raymond Wadsworth X Female Reader

Summary: Raymond starts sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong at the next haunting he’s investigating.

A/N: Hey heyyy- here’s my second fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April 2021!!! I had this spur of the moment idea in the middle of the night and ended up writing a pretty long fic for it (at least long for me lol) I had a lot of fun writing it and really liked the idea- I hope you all enjoy it too! Drop something in my ask box here if you’d like!! I’m always looking for feedback and my requests are open as well! Thanks for reading!!!

Warnings: 18+, Ghosts & poltergeists, Smut, Sub Raymond, Unprotected sex, Sex in a car, Slight cum play

Main Masterlist Word count: 3.2k

Your job description wasn’t an easy one to describe, you could say Mulder and Scully would be the most accurate equivalent. Though as with all tv shows it was portrayed with a set of rose tinted glasses, giving a filter to any realities you faced on the job.

You and your department preferred to call yourselves spooks, truthfully only because the pun was funny. In reality your 8 person department were called agents just like the rest of the FBI, you guys were just more secretive than the others.

Most of the time you ended up getting handed the short straw when getting new cases as you were still the newest on the team, despite being there for several years already. Unlike most professionals in law enforcement you did not have a partner, it only slowed you down. Every place that you were scheduled to decontaminate was an in and out procedure streamlined for effectiveness, adding another body to be hyper vigilant about was a hassle. You operated alone.

Any type of paranormal phenomena that you could think of was thrown in front of you. In your opinion the cases you had the most fun on were the ones that dealt with aliens, though some ghosts could be fun on occasion. The most recent case I had to deal with was a nasty poltergeist, the worst type of ghost. They always wreaked the most havoc on whatever house or place they occupied.

The family in this house had moved out a while ago, the request to decontaminate the home had been sitting on one of your supervisors for a while. It was an old house, built around the late 1800s. Old enough that it had a bunch of unnecessary rooms, like the parlor room that you found yourself trapped in.

And, you weren’t on your own either. Trapped with you was a man with fluffy brown hair flying in any direction, his eyes a darker shade of brown that were filled with fear- yet also curiosity. He was wearing a blue romper, it looked good on him, from what you had seen while you were frantic. But, you highly doubted that it would be effective clothes for a paranormal investigation, maybe he had just stumbled across this place out of curiosity. Either that or he was the type of an inexperienced investigator who had probably had one encounter with a ghost. It did not change that he was cute though.

“I’m a paranormal investigator- uhh technically a supernatural detective! My name’s Raymond! Who are you?!” He sputtered out, ranting probably to try to push aside his fear. You were standing side by side holding the double doors of the entrance to the parlor room, pushing them down to prevent the poltergeist from ramming it down and attacking us.

“Not important!” You snapped back at him, throwing a glare at him. Even if it wasn’t such a tense situation, you weren’t supposed to give away your identity or your job description to just anyone.

With another gasping breath he asked another question, even though you hadn’t answered his first inquiry, “I came with a girl, her name’s Becca- did you see her?”

This one you would bother to answer as he was quite obviously worried about the well being of his companion, “I may have seen her speed away in a red car after she was thrown out of the house. Was that your car she took?”

Not that you really cared all that much, but if he had been stripped of his transportation by his partner you’d have to take him in your own car. Not that you really wanted to, you still would have to help him even though he was seriously hindering your decontamination. “No, I came in my own car.” He answered which made you breathe a sigh of relief, you wouldn’t have to deal with another issue after you escaped, “I don’t blame her honestly, if I could leave I would.”

You were about to answer when your pressure on the doors wasn’t enough, making you both stumble forward. When you stumbled forward your keys, along with your badge, fell out of your pocket. Your badge flipped open front and center to reveal your name, plus the exact agency you worked for in a bold logo.

“You’re an FBI agent?!” You could not confirm or deny what he had asked, you were firmly focused on scrambling to get your things and avoid the ghost that was now throwing furniture at the two of you.

When Raymond finally took notice of the being that was pelting heavy objects around you, a ghostly shape in the form of a woman with a tortured look on her face, he screamed bloody murder. It was not unlike that of a scooby doo cartoon, him obviously resembling Shaggy almost perfectly. If only he had a dog to jump into his arms before he comically zoomed away while remarking “zoinks!”

His frazzled response to the ghosts giving a rather mediocre jump scare made you wonder whether he had the credentials to back up his job title as a paranormal investigator- or as he called it a supernatural detective. You racked your brain to try and recall anytime you had seen a Raymond or a Becca on the long lists of people that were being monitored for potential involvement, coming up with nothing. Well, maybe they were new, as his reaction seemed to indicate.

Your own reaction was stoic as usual, your nerves no longer jumped and your heart no longer quickened to the visage of a ghost trying to spook you. It was in no doubt for some arcane reason probably linked to revenge towards people that no longer existed. One would normally say don’t assume anything about people, that it might offend them to assume, but dead people in your view also had dead opinions- plus relying on precedent was usually a good option when a ghost might be trying to kill you. Despite the absence of fear from you there would be no call out of “Let’s split up gang!” either. It was you mostly not wanting to explain to your employer how you lost a citizen in the middle of this place and- besides that you couldn’t deny that you didn’t want him to die no matter how much undeniable extra trouble he was causing.

“Let’s go.” Your voice was firm, no discernible room for argument or questions.

Raymond somehow found a way to wriggle in to asking yet another question, “Where are we going?”

You yanked his hand out of the room that you think might’ve been a parlor room back in it’s day. You shouldn’t have bothered to answer as it would breed more questions from him, you already gave away too much about who you are and what you do. Any extra questions you answer from him was just creating a bigger breach in your security. Yet you found yourself justifying an answer, his eyes that were probably pulled into an adorable curious look laced with fear bored into the back of your skull as you dragged him out of the room and to the nearest exit. It was only a harmless question, it didn’t even have a satisfying answer, “Anywhere but here!”

Weaving my way through the house that was better characterized as a maze was hard to navigate through. At every turn some sort of iteration of the poltergeist tried to capture us, to pull us into death with it.

The two of us did eventually find the front door, only to find that we could not pull it open, the handle was stuck.

“Step back!” You shouted at Raymond to get him to move out of the way while you prepared to kick the door down. He skittered over to be right behind you, looking over his shoulder in paranoia. You used your right foot to kick the door, using all the leg strength you could muster. After three kicks, the door burst open, letting you both free.

Scurrying quickly to your government given work vehicle, looking back for a second to make sure that Raymond was following you. You couldn’t let a civilian die here, no matter how much of a nuisance he was, and he was cute of course.

Pulling out the last resort from the trunk of your car, gasoline, you then shoved a container of it to your unexpected companion.

“Cover as much of the house as you can!” He made no argument with your plan, running right behind you back up to the house to cover it all in gasoline. Once you had both covered it as much as possible you made sure Raymond was standing back before you lit your lighter and chucked it into the wood wet with the accelerant.

As soon as you could confirm with your eyes that the house had sparked with fire, you grabbed Raymond’s arm again to drag him to your car, not even caring about the one he had come here in. You basically threw yourself into the driver's seat, starting to drive away immediately after Raymond had sat down, before he had even shut the side door.

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, causing your heart to pound hard enough that it felt like it could burst out of your chest. It was not unusual in your field of work, to feel death brush right by you.

“My car?!” Raymond screamed, his body turned so he was looking out of your back window.

“Sorry no time to go back! The U.S government will reimburse you for that- maybe…” You said quickly, while trying to step harder down on the gas pedal to speed away.

The house behind you was burning so bright from you could hear the crackling from the house turning to ash. You imagined that the flames and smoke were big enough to be seen for miles, considering how much accelerant you poured on it. So much for being subtle, your boss was definitely going to chew you out for that.

When you had gained a sufficient enough distance away from the flames you pulled off into a parking lot adjacent to a park. Pulling into the parking space fast you then hit the brakes hard, jostling you two a bit.

Taking a deep breath you slumped forward to rest your head on your steering wheel, just for a moment of relaxation.

“You know burning it down won’t necessarily get rid of it.” You only grunted in response to his matter of fact statement. Your lack of response seemed to make him even more anxious, tapping his fingers on any surface that was around him to preoccupy his mind while you took your breather. He tried to fill the silence that was making him uncomfortable, “So what do you actually do?”

You sighed deeply against the steering wheel one last time, then leaning off of it to sit back in the seat. You decided that you might as well give him a small morsel of information that may satiate his curiosity, “That’s highly classified, but you could probably figure it out.”

His insistence to bring up what your job is was making your insides twist with anxiety. You were already dreading what would happen when you got back to the office. It would be a lot of paperwork to explain everything that happened, plus you’d have to submit an application on behalf of Raymond to get his car reimbursed.

The adrenaline that had spiked in your veins born out of fear was still present. It was overwhelming, and you felt the need to use it for something different than wallowing in your fear.

You redirected your gaze to fixate on Raymond, who could surely help you redirect your adrenaline. He was an attractive man, who’s personality did help make him even more desirable. Even though he was a pain in your ass, he was a cute and funny one.

His own eyes were fixated on yours as well, with a different look than what you had seen earlier. His eyes were deepened with lust, not fear, though there was still an ounce of curiosity in them- probably still wondering who exactly I was.

Grabbing the hairs at the back of his neck you then pulled him forward to crush your lips onto his. He reciprocated immediately, though did not try to challenge your dominance over the kiss. He let you slip your tongue into his mouth, exploring him with diligence.

You wanted him closer to you, feeling every inch of him. So you swung your legs over his lap as best you could with the space you had to straddle him. When you did so you barely let his lips come off your own, too greedy to let them separate from yours.

A thought however was nagging you in the back of your head as you continued to melt yourself into the kiss, he had mentioned a companion that he had been worried about earlier. You did not want to step on any toes, nor endorse any type of cheating. You separated your lips from his own, even though you wanted nothing more than to envelop him in another kiss.

“This ok with you?” Your words were said right into his lips, mingling your breath with his, “You’re not with that Becca girl are you?”

“Not anymore- and yes I’m totally ok with this.” He confirmed before surging up to meet his lips with your own again. You wasted no time in starting to grind your hips onto his cock that was swiftly growing underneath his shorts. Just from grinding you could feel how large he was, even through a couple of layers.

He moved his hands to the button of your pants when you moved your lips to start nipping and sucking on his neck and jaw. You tried to kick off the articles of clothing on your lower half, panties included, without removing your lips from him. Unfortunately you had to do so because of the amount of space. You cursed under your breath, wishing that the government had paid to give you a larger vehicle.

You were already slick with arousal, also aided by sticking your fingers into his mouth to get them sufficiently wet. He bobbed his head up and down on them eagerly until you were satisfied. Removing them from his mouth you ran them up and down along your slit, getting you even more wet.

You guided his length to your entrance, not sinking down immediately. You undulated your hips so his length was coated with your arousal as well. When he bucked his hips in impatience you just pushed them down back into the seat. Then you leaned down to whisper into the shell of his ear to be patient- he’d get what he wanted.

“Fuck me.” Was all Raymond could muster up to whimper when you sunk down onto his cock, his head falling back to hit the headrest. You wasted no time in starting a fast pace, bouncing up and down on him with vigor. Raymond grabbed onto your hips when he couldn’t find anything else to hold onto, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

His large cock bumped up against your cervix in the most pleasurable way possible as you swivel your hips over him. Your own head tilted back, your mouth opened wide to let out a loud moan when his cock hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside you. You also felt the need to hold onto something as your release began to build inside you, getting ready to snap. So you grabbed onto the best thing you could find, running your hands through his hair and pulling on his strands.

One of his hands then moved to toy with your clit,his movements were a bit fumbled, but it swiftly made your orgasm start to crest. You were almost disappointed about how quickly this was going to be over, you however couldn’t deny that it felt amazing even with the frantic pace. In the back of your mind you couldn’t help but imagine all the other things you could do to Raymond if you were given the chance.

You fell apart above him, your eyes rolling back into your head. The adrenaline still coursed through your veins, and it felt good to have it redirected to a pleasurable experience instead of fear. You kept yourself impaled on his cock for a bit after your orgasm had finished, relishing at the feeling of him inside you.

Slipping out of him was a little bit awkward because of how cramped the space was. Once his cock slipped out of you, both of you groaning at the loss of him inside of you, you wrapped your hand around his length. You started to pump him slowly in your hands, taking your time compared to earlier. Your adrenaline had abated a bit and now you wanted to see how long you could drag this out, in case you never got the chance to again.

However, It still didn’t take much movement from your hands for him to get close, he was already close to the edge from being inside you. His hips bucked up into your hands a bit before he begged, “C-can you put- your hands- around my throat?”

“Should’ve known you’d be into that.” You snarked back a bit in response to his plea. Your tone had no sympathy for him, making him obviously think that you weren’t going to oblige him by the look in his eyes. That look of pure desperation in his eyes, with his kiss swollen lips, and his curls disheveled made you buckle. He groaned loudly when you put your free hand around his neck. You only applied a small amount of pressure, but that was all Raymond needed for him to cum all over your hand.

Once you had helped him ride out his own orgasm you removed your hand from his neck and his cock. You did need to clean up the hand that was covered in his thick ropes of cum, so you brought it up to your mouth to lick it clean.

“Fuck me…” Echoing his previous words, this time with an even bigger whimper. After you had cleaned yourself and him up enough to be decent you flung yourself back to sit in the driver’s seat again.

Raymond was silent for a minute, which seemed odd if you were going off of what little experience you had with him so far. Though maybe he was still going through his post orgasm relaxation just as you were. He then broke the silence, by asking the same question again, even though you had wanted to answer it just about 30 minutes ago. You’d bet money on the reason that he kept asking, being that each time that you answered you gave him a small hint, “Will you tell me now what you actually do?”

“Maybe- if you get to know me better.” You turned the key to start the engine again then asking with another hint as to what your job was, “Consider this your lucky day, you’ve got a spook as your chauffeur. Now, where next Raymond?”

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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Spector Spook-tacular

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Summary: for their first anniversary, Raymond takes his girlfriend to a cemetery for a Halloween picnic... having dinner while giving the spirits a show

Warnings: public sex, Oral sex, riding, creampies, public sex, pervy ghosts watching

word count: 1.6K

Spooky week Masterlist

For most people, a first-anniversary date is supposed to be incredibly romantic and meaningful to the couple… Y/N and Raymond met last Halloween in a graveyard while trying to hunt ghosts for their separate businesses. Raymond didn’t even know he had a rival in his industry, let alone a very sexy and tempting female ghost hunter that he couldn’t take his eyes off of— causing them to argue until the sexual tension in the room snapped like a stretched rubber band.

They ended up fucking against a tree, abandoning their hunt for ghosts for that night and eventually merging companies so they could spend more nights alone in random haunted places together.

A year later, they close up shop early on Hallows eve, even though it is their busiest day of the year. And by early, it’s midnight and he wants to take her somewhere special for the witching hour. So Raymond surprises her with a picnic basket and a smile, “happy anniversary, babe.”

“Babe,” she replies with a smirk, “I told you we didn’t need to go all out for this… it’s not even a real anniversary, we started dating officially in November…”

“I just want to go to the place where it all began,” he begs, puppy dog eyes included. She couldn’t ever say no to those big brown beauties.

“That’s one of the most haunted cemeteries in the area and you want to eat and then fuck me while all the ghosts watch?” She teases, down for anything with him but also loving how he blushes.

“Maybe we can catch them watching us this time…” he shrugs, holding up a camera along with the picnic basket.

“Oh,” she smirks slightly while biting her bottom lip. “Yeah�� I think that would be good.”

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They eat dinner by candlelight, spread out on a nice blanket as they kept their eyes out for ghosts. Most of the time, if they just asked a spirit to cross over, they would, but some of the spirits in this particular cemetery won't leave. They have a club of sorts, enjoying the company of haunting the same place and Raymond didn’t blame them… who knew what was on the other side once they did cross over.

Y/N sighed, looking at him with a growing smirk, “so we are going to fuck for them again or are you just going to look at me like that all night?”

Instead of replying, Raymond grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her forward, kissing her deeply. While Y/N was probably in the mood for a crazy hot fuck in the middle of this crowded cemetery, Raymond almost missed having regular vanilla sex that lasted a while with her.

He missed worshiping her and making her feel amazing. He missed taking his time and remembering it for the rest of the day. But October was the busiest month of the year for them and it left them with barely any time for loving.

He kissed her again, soft and sweet, drawing Y/N in and feeling her run her hands from Raymond’s cheeks to his shoulders and then down his arms. She licked his lip, asking to be let in, feeling her tongue on his, she tasted like the wine from earlier, she felt like home.

Y/N pulled back from him, sitting up again to pull her shirt off, to which Raymond ran his hands over her soft and adorably cute stomach and magnificent chest. “I love you,” he whispered, looking at her in awe.

“I love you too,” Y/N replied with a smile, walking back on her knees till she was near the end of the bed, taking the sheet with her. She placed one knee between Raymond's legs, spreading them and getting in the middle.

Raymond knew what was coming, he closed his eyes and laid his head back against the pillows. Suddenly his half-hard cock was being removed from his jeans, Y/N had wrapped her hand around it and was slowly stroking him. He could feel his foreskin moving, the light tension from the dry skin felt amazing, Y/N’s hand moved up and down, he felt all the blood in his body rush to his dick to the point it hurt to lose contact with her.

She had a wonderful, talented, wet mouth that he craved, swallowing sharply in anticipation as she engulfed the head of his cock with her mouth. He opened his mouth in response, no sound coming out as he’d had enough practise getting off quietly in his life. He could orgasm without making a sound at this point.

Y/N sunk down, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat before she hollowed her cheeks as she sucked back up to the tip, puckering his lips and dragging them back down his length only to make his way back up with the flat of his tongue and do it all over again.

“Oh my god, you need to stop soon or I’m going to cum,” Raymond gasped, trying his hardest to keep their communication between then and not with the spirits watching them.

She stopped, looking up at Raymond through her lashes, “why? Too good?” she teased with a cheeky grin.

Raymond shook his head, he couldn't believe her. “Yeah and I want to be able to actually fuck you for our little crowd of friends that's growing,” he gestured behind her to the green figure standing in the bushes and the others all around.

She quickly sat back on her ass and allowed Raymond to help her tug her jeans and panties down, getting her to lay back on the picnic blanket so he could return the favour. Pushing himself out of his own clothes so he could fuck her as soon as she started to beg for it. Sometimes she liked to just cum once, feeling bad if he made her cum on his tongue but couldn’t follow up after he fucked her.

“Fuck,” he groans, loving being between her legs with his lips on hers… “you’re so sexy like this, showing off for everyone.”

“Shh,” she gets bashful, hiding her face in her hands.

Slowly but surely, the longer his tongue is on her pussy the more she opens up and the louder she gets. Holding his hair with one hand, cupping her breast with another, she moaned in response to his movements. “God, fuck me already baby, please?”

She sat on him as soon as she could. Raymond ran his hands over her soft thighs, he really loved Y/N’s legs and her arms and her stomach and well, her everything. He just loved her. Y/N smiled, leaning down and whispering, “it’s time to put on the main event…”

Raymond lightly moaned, soft and breathy, not very noticeable. “You are something else, babe.”

She hovered over his aching cock, “shut up and get in me already,” she ordered, guiding the head of Raymond’s cock to her entrance, slowly sitting back down and taking him all the way inside.

She normally loved the feel of the stretch, Raymond would watch in awe as she worked himself into her. This time, however, she just sat in one go, making his gasp and immediately moan when she started to rock her hips.

It felt amazing as she continued to ride him slowly, pulling off just enough to grind back against him again, and again, and again. They got into a rhythm until Y/N up on her knees enough for Raymond to go to town, thrusting up into her as he held her hips and slammed her back down.

Y/N tilted her head back, mouth open making zero noise but probably wishing she could scream the way she did at home. “Harder,” she whispered into the air.

He watched as Y/N threw her hand over her mouth while she gripped the sheets with his other hand, clearly enjoying the new sensation. Raymond had his hands on Y/N’s hips, holding her steady while driving into her with vigour.

It felt amazing, Y/N always felt fucking amazing.

He would never get tired of fucking her, or loving her… or just her. Sure she was a bit of a pain in the ass sometimes but that’s what made him love Y/N more.

He started to feel the familiar heat bubbling in his stomach, his toes curling as the pleasure got more intense. His thrusts became less frequent, he felt Y/N’s legs start to quiver, growing closer herself. Noticing all the figures in the distance, some moaning as a sort of cheer, watching in awe as they fucked in the middle of a cemetery at 3 am.

Y/N started to cum, whining into her hand, she was never quiet no matter how hard she tried. She tightened around him, the pleasure hitting peak high, sending him over the edge as well. He pulls her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her tight as he holds her there and fills her with his cum.

“Fuck. You,” Y/N whispers between breaths, resting her forehead on his shoulder and barely holding on. Completely fucked out.

“I did,” Raymond replies with a small laugh, “and I think we got all of it on camera?”

“You sure got all of it in me as well,” she shakes her head, pulling off him and letting his cum drip out onto the blanket.

“Hey, at least it’s not ectoplasm,” Raymond teases her again, leaning in for one last kiss before getting cleaned up.

“Hey babe,” Y/N whispers, getting his attention. “The red light isn’t on…”

“We forgot to hit record,” he remembers at the last second. Smacking his hand on his face, “fuck!”

“Hey,” she stops him from freaking out too much, “we can just come back every year…”

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de4dlyniightshade · 11 months ago

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You got any slutty Raymond hcs mama???

so many. so so many.

sub. bite me idc.

blowjob LOVER like every man likes a bj ofc but he LOVESSSSSSSSSSS bjs bcs he gets to just put his brain in your mouth and not have to think for however long he can last(not long let's be real here)

clumsy like very clumsy sex bcs he doesn't know what he's doing but he puts his heart and soul into bless him he really tries but 9/10 times it ends with you on top fucking his brains out and using him to get yourself off.

munch!!!!!!!!! not great at it but munch!!!!!!!!!! he really does try and that's all that matters until he's accidentally edging you and you just have to grab his hair and fuck his face.

biggest himbo ever, outside the bedroom and inside, has no idea what anything means, what positions are called, names for kinks, nothing, he just likes what he likes and let's you do what you want with a dopey smile on his face.

super needy like no matter where you are if he's feeling a little frisky you're gonna know abt it and he'll make sure of it, wether he's straight up telling you or not-so-subtly pressing his cock into you.

sensitive! like super super sensitive, can't handle overstimulation whatsoever, he's immediately crying and gasping and squirming away from you.

we all know he's an ass guy ofc but like he's an ASS guy like he loves eating you from the back so he can grip your ass and even bite your buttcheek when you don't expect it bcs you never let him.

on the same lines, loves grinding on your ass, even when you're both clothed, the feeling of his cock slotting perfectly between your ass just tickles his brain just right and will make him cum embarrassingly fast.

tongue. all the time. will have his tongue in your mouth any time you kiss, he just can't help it. and licking you, sexually or not he just loves licking you.

loves when you choke him with his ascot.

the ascot stays on.

i love his ascots.

backshots with you pulled against his chest.

suuuuuppppppppeeeerrrrrrr vocal like crazy loud, so much so that more often than not you have to cover his mouth just so you don't get complaints.

will let you peg him.

loves a curvy gal. and has no shame about it. will shout it from the rooftops.

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ratatoastwrites · 4 months ago

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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 👹

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imagining-in-the-margins · 3 years ago

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Only One Bed Fic Rec List 🛏

SFW Spencer Fics

Gender Neutral Reader

Hot Cocoa & Cuddles by @reidgraygubler: Reader is freezing while they’re working on a case in Alaska. Spencer has some fun facts about body temperatures and conserving body heat

Side Effects Might Vary by @specialagentsergio: An unexpected side effect brings you and Spencer closer—literally—when he’s prescribed a medication to help relieve his chronic nightmares.

It Can Wait Till Morning by @broken-stardust: Derek realizes that Spencer and Reader aren’t going to confess their feelings to each other, so he puts them in a situation where they’ll be forced to.

Atlas by @spectaclespencer: After getting shot Spencer is on bedrest, and begs Reader to stay with him just a little while longer.

Female Reader

Alcohols and Coffee by @strawberryspence: Spencer just really wants to date you and the alcohol finally gives him the courage to ask you out.

Malade by @spencerreidat3am: Being sick means a visit from the doctor.

Assorted SFW Fics

Will You Remember by @nerdyfangirl67 (Hotch, GN!Reader): Reader is a little tipsy/drunk. Character (Hotch) takes them to their apartment. Reader insists they sleep in the same bed.

Capture my Heart by @fortheloveofcriminalminds (Ralvez): Spencer Reid isn’t a big drinker. A night at Rossi’s and one bed makes him realise drinking isn’t all bad if it means he ends up in Luke’s arms.

The Warmest Hour by @lollipopgal (Franklin, GN!Reader): Reader and Franklin hate each other, but the heater is broken and it’s freezing.

Take Care by @reidgraygubler (Lesley, GN!Reader): Lesley takes care of reader after they had too much to drink

NSFW Spencer Fics

Female Reader

Morning Glory by me: Spencer goes into way too much detail about nocturnal penile tumescence (or morning wood, or morning glory, or whatever pejorative you prefer).

Get Lucky by me: The fire alarm in your apartment building goes off at 3AM after a pipe bursts. You only (barely) know the FBI agent who lives in the building, but he offers to share a hotel room, with you.

Homecoming in Vegas by @andiebeaword: Spencer gets an invitation to his 25th High School Reunion. Reader volunteers herself to accompany him.

Rough Night by @andiebeaword: Person A checks into hotel for the night. Person B has been driving all night and stops and checks in. Problem is….A is already in said room.

Assorted NSFW Fics

Demons by @emberfrostlovesloki (Hotch, Fem!Reader) : The team is forced into very close quarters during a case in Alaska. A mix-up in rooms has Aaron and Reader closer than ever.

Damsel by me (Kyle Orfman, Fem!Reader): You find a group to stick with in the zombie apocalypse, and Kyle is the only one with a bed big enough for two people.

Multiply by @reidgraygubler (Kyle Orfman, Fem!Reader): After narrowly escaping her grandmother eating her, Reader is on her own to find other civilization. The Orfman family takes her in. Reader and Kyle share a special bond.

Teen Dream by @kirencer (Chip Taylor, GN!AFAB!Reader): Chip’s not an idiot. He’s just a bit blind. Especially when it comes to the blatant feelings that Reader has for him.

Ruin It by @boldlyvoid (Spencer/Ethan): Spencer never had sleepovers as a kid, so now that he’s an adult he’s always sleeping over at Ethan’s house, and he’ll take any excuse to crawl into bed beside him.

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cmfanencyclopedia · 4 years ago

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Last updated: 2/26/21

Correct me if I’m wrong

@safertokiss

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Reader, MGG x Reader

All categories, mainly smut

@sierraraeck

Masterlist- includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Fem!OC, BAU x Fem!OC, BAU x Fem!Reader, Emily x Fem!Reader, Ralvez

All categories

@spacedikut

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Hotch x Fem!Reader

Fluff

@specialagentsergio

Masterlist- includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Fem!Reader, Emily x Fem!Reader

Angst and fluff

@spence-imagines

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Luke x Fem!Reader

Angst and fluff I think

@spencers-dria

Masterlist- includes Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Fem!Reader

All categories

@spencers-renaissance

Masterlist- includes Hotchreid, Moreid, Emily x Reader, Gen

Angst and fluff

@spencers-ren18

Masterlist- includes Hotchreid, Moreid, Emily x Reader

Smut

@spncersreid

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Jemily

Angst and fluff

@squiggledrop

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Reader

All categories

@ssahoodrathotchner

Masterlist- includes Hotch x GN!Reader, Hotch x Fem!Reader

Fluff and angst

@ssa-santiago

Masterlist- includes Hotch x Fox Mulder (X-Files) aka Motchner AU

All categories I think

@stunudo

Masterlist- includes like everything, all characters I think, Fem!Reader

All categories

@summerygubler

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Tara x GN!Reader

Angst and fluff

@sunlight-moonrise

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Reader

Smut and fluff

@themetaphorgirl

Masterlist- includes childhood AUs for Spencer and the entire BAU

Fluff and angst

@thespringpriestess

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x OC

All categories

@thundergunexpresss

Masterlist - includes Spencer x Fem!Reader

Smut

@veraiconcos

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Hotch x Reader, Elle x Reader, Emily x Reader, Hotchniss, Dad!Spencer x Reader, Prof!Spencer x OC, MGG x Reader

All categories

@wrecklessimagine

Masterlist- includes Spencer, Hotch, Rossi, Derek, Emily, Gideon, JJ, Luke, Fem!Reader

All categories

@write-orflight

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Hotch x Fem!Reader, Emily x Fem!Reader

All categories

@writing-in-april

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Reader, Sub!Spencer x Reader, Dom!Spencer x Reader, Chip Taylor x Reader, Raymond Wadsworth x Reader, Franklin x Reader

All categories

@wtfevenismypage

Masterlist- includes MGG x Reader, BAU x Reader, Spencer x Reader, Hotch x Reader, Emily x Reader

All categories

@zhuzhubii

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Fem!Reader, Spencer x GN!Reader, Spencer x Malw!Readed, Prison/post-prison!Spencer, Sub!Spencer, Dom!Spencer, Bi!Spencer, Unsub!Reader, Unsub!Spencer, Prof!Spencer

All categories

@zugzwangxo

Masterlist - includes Spencer x Fem!OC, Spencer x Reader, Ralvez, Moreid, Spencer x JJ x Emily, Spencer x Emily x Derek, Spencer x Penelope, Luke x Reader, Jemily, JJ x Reader, Hotchreid, MGG x Reader, BAU

All categories I think

@90spumkin

Masterlist- includes Spencer x Reader, CM x Spn crossover

All categories

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octoberbarnes-recs · 3 years ago

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Omfg the end the end THE ENDING ?? I—

‘you will’ *after doing what he just did* oh hell yea tf i will youre right 😭😭

This was amazing

im 1000% down for phone sex w sub raymond!!!

yes bestie so true! for the context of this: reader and Raymond are supposed to be in like a friends-who-fuck sort of situation, not totally dating just yet (bc come on he's got some fuckboy vibes) but definitely been fuckin.

wc: 1167. content: fem!reader, sub!raymond, phone sex, mutual masturbation y'all.

Raymond doesn't just call because he "misses you". Sure, that's a contributing factor to why you get random facetime calls from him, but it's never just to say hi.

To his credit, he does make good conversation to begin with. He asks about your day, asks what you did and how you're feeling. He laughs at your jokes and tells you about his own day too. But inevitably, the conversation shifts from polite territory into something else entirely.

It always starts with his rollout of compliments. "You look pretty today," or "That lipstick is a great color on you". He starts peppering in little flirty remarks around the same time, weaving them casually into the conversation, even when it's a completely unsexy topic. For example, you'll be telling him about the stain you got on your favorite sweater, explaining that you had to be really careful in getting the spot out with a towel because it's made of such delicate material. And you said something about getting frustrated with the fact the stain wouldn't budge, so you accidentally rubbed it too roughly and ruined the whole top, and he'd remark, "Well you just like being rough, don't you?"

It's like he forgets who's in charge around here when he does that. Baiting you with his relentless comments, feeling bold when he asks you to show him what you're wearing today. It's a poorly disguised attempt at getting you to tilt the camera down to your body, which is clad in a tiny tank top and pajama shorts.

"Please? I just wanna see you," he whines into the camera, doing his best pout for you.

You roll your eyes and lay down against the pillows on your bed, tilting the camera down to your tits that are now spilling out of the skimpy tank top.

"Happy?" you laugh, bringing the phone back to your face.

"What - no I didn't get a good look! Go back!"

Biting down on your thumb while you think of what you want, you tell him, "First, do what I tell you. Go sit on your bed."

He's quick to follow instructions, practically jumping onto the mattress and reaching to take off his shirt and pants.

"I didn't say get undressed." He pauses, shirt already halfway up his torso. When he pokes his head back out of the collar, his hair is all ruffled up and he's pouting yet again, thinking he's so cute.

"Grab a pillow," you instruct, waiting until he's got one in his hand to give your next instruction, "Good boy. Now put it between your legs like it's me and grind on it."

He bites down as his plump bottom lip before shifting around on the bed, placing the pillow under him as he lays face-down on the bed. He looks up at you on his screen to get your nod of approval before he starts grinding his hips against it, rolling into it.

"Are you hard already, baby?" you tease. He responds with a soft whimper, pushing his hips against the pillow and moaning at what small bit of friction he can get from the fabric of his pants. "Good boy."

He bucks into the pillow a little sudden at the praise, making you giggle.

"Here, baby," you reward him by moving the camera to your chest where your free hand is coming up to twist and pull at your tits over the fabric. You pinch down on the hard bud, giving him an exaggerated moan as you give it a small tug.

"Please." He whined again, burying his head against the mattress so all you could see were his messy curls as he shifted around on the bed, moving faster now.

"Look at me when you talk."

His head shot up again, showing you how flushed his cheeks and swollen his lips had become. You understood what he meant when he looked right at you, crying, "Please."

"Fine. Get up, take off your pants," He sits up like you tell him to, resting his back against his headboard with his legs falling open. Clad only in his boxer briefs, you watch him trace around the outline of his hard dick over the fabric, never allowing him to fully palm himself.

As he does, you let your hand trail over yourself, sliding down between your legs.

"Hey, that's not fair," Raymond interrupts you, watching your face through the screen as you sigh softly. "I should be allowed to see that."

It's obvious he wants to see your hands working, but instead you lift your fingers up to the camera, slick with arousal you've gathered between your legs. You can see his dick twitch in his boxers as you bring your fingertips up to your mouth, letting them hover over your parted lips tauntingly.

Then you drop them down with a smirk, relishing in Raymond's groans when you denied him that view. As some form of compassion, you tilt your camera away from your face to follow your hand as it trails back down your body, stopping to lift your shirt up above your chest to expose yourself to him. By the time your fingers find their way back under your panties, running through your slit slowly, he's panting heavily as he leaks pre come through his fabric.

"Mm... stop touching yourself," you hum as you circle your clit with your fingers, rolling your hips in waves to match the pattern your fingers have set. Before he can complain, you add, "You can finish after I do."

Your fingers move faster against you as you watch him through the screen, appreciating the red flush on his skin under the light smattering of a happy trail on his belly.

They pick up pace the more he squirms, wiggling his hips into the air while he begs to be allowed to touch himself. It makes you wonder if he could cum just from watching you, but that's something to test another time. Just as you reach your climax, moaning freely into the phone, you see him twitch again, throbbing at the lack of contact.

You run your fingers over your entrance again, gathering your cum to show him the clear fluid formed there.

"P-please?" he chokes out, hand hovering over himself.

You nod your approval, humming around your fingers as you place them in your mouth and suck them clean.

It takes him no time at all to firmly grasp himself, using his precome to slick his shaft as he pumps up and down quickly. Within seconds he's close, moaning your name with a high-pitched whine following it as he spills all over himself, covering his stomach with fluid.

"I'll call you tomorrow?" he flashes a cheeky smile, chest still heaving softly.

You laugh. "Who says I'll pick up?"

He doesn't say anything. Simply drags two fingers through the mess over his stomach, collecting his cum before popping them in his mouth and pushing them deep into his throat. "You'll pick up."

#raymond x reader #raymond wadsworth x reader #drabble smut

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30 fics for 30 days in April

A/N: Hey guys it’s finally here!!!!! I’m so excited to share all of these with you!!! Each number corresponds to the day of the month that it comes out on- all titles are subject to change because I’m indecisive as hell lol- also as always any fic marked 18+ means only the people over the age of 18 can read them- please don’t break this rule I have had to block a ton ton of people because of this and I still want to be able to let minors read my non explicit content- so please be considerate of me and how I could get into trouble and be considerate towards others who’d be affected if I had to make this blog 18+. Anyways- that aside I hope y’all enjoy all of these!!! Most of them are based on requests which will be linked and for most I’ll be adding an additional description once they are posted. My requests are still open as well so if you have anything you’d like to see in he future feel free to drop it into my inbox- and during the month of April since most of these are prewritten I may write and post a second fic if I feel inspired to write and post it- I’m just going to go with the flow. Wow this is too long lol- hope y’all enjoy! Main Masterlist Join my tag lists

1) April Fools~ Spencer Reid x Female Reader: Spencer needs to one up Reader just as he’s about to loose a prank war (18+)

2) Spooks~ Raymond Wadsworth x Female Reader: Raymond starts sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong at the next haunting he’s investigating. (18+)

3) Dog Person~ Javier Peña x Gender Neutral Reader: After Javier mentions being a dog person it gets Reader thinking

4) Dressed in Crimson~ Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Royalty AU)- Spencer is a stable boy with a passion for learning and Reader is the princess of the palace that he serves in. They’ve been in a secret relationship, the two grow restless about not being able to be out in the open. (18+)

5) Converging Parallels~ Spencer Reid x Single Mom Reader: based on this request- the first option

6) Kid~ Poe Dameron x Female Reader: Reader can’t get Poe to stop calling her kid so she’s tries a new method while they’re arguing (18+)

7) Cinematic Coincidences~ Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: based on this request from @andiebeaword

8) Origins~ Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: based on a request given to me by @imagining-in-the-margins request pic below

9) Party Play~ Chip Taylor x Female Reader: based on this request (18+)

10) Paint me~ Laurent Leclaire x Female Reader: Reader asks Laurent to take the paint off the canvas for once- inspired partially by @propertyofabelmorales valentines fic for Laurent

11) Soured Nostalgia~ Spencer Reid x Reader: based on this request (18+)

12) Question and Answer~ Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: based on this request

13) Woodland Adventures~ Santiago Garcia x Reader: Santiago and Reader have a vacation to get away from everything. (18+)

14) A Snowy Morning After Part 2~ Spencer Reid x Female Reader: requested by @dreatine (18+)

15) Part 3 to Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde~ Spencer Reid x Female Reader Series- Description on Series Masterlist linked (18+)

16) Made to Match~ Frankie Morales x Gender Neutral Reader: Frankie gets you a gift so you can stop stealing his hat when he needs it (though he still likes it when you wear his on occasion lol) (18+)

17) Postmarked in the past~ Spencer Reid x Female Reader: based of this request and is part 4 for my unlinked Spencer Reid & Letters Series

18) Training Wheels~ Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: based on this request (18+)

19) A Hair’s breadth~ Javier Peña x Female Reader: based on this and this request (18+)

20) Chili Cheese Fries~Franklin (MGG in beginners luck) x Gender Neutral Reader: Franklin tries to make bowling alley food taste better for a date.

21) Shining Bright Above You~ Spencer Reid x Male Reader: based on this request

22) Punishment Deserved~ Abel Morales x Female Reader: based on this request by @propertyofabelmorales (18+)

23) Unwind in the Vines~ Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: based on this request by @lexieshuntingsstuff

24) Unintentionally Unrequited~ Lesley (MGG from hot air) x Gender Neutral Reader: based on this request

25) Erotica Explained~ Spencer Reid x Female Reader: based on this request- has elements of other fics and characters I write for (18+)

26) Manicured~ Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: based on this request

27) Tiny Vessels: Spencer Reid x Female Reader: based on this request by @zhuzhubii (18+)

~UPDATE I GOT SICK AFTER THIS AND WAS UNABLE TO FINISH THE LAST THREE- THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE~

28) Handblown~ Oberyn Martell x Female Reader x Ellaria: Basically Ellaria testing out new toys on and with Reader while Oberyn watches. (18+)

29) Between the Lines~ Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: based on this request made by @90spumkin

30) April showers bring May flowers: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader: When Spencer was in prison there seemed to be only rain but when Spencer gets exonerated flowers begin to bloom again.

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Relevant Tag lists (message me if you want to be added if there’s not a tag list for a character I write for yet and you want to be added to it message me as well:

All works: @shotarosleftpinky @oreogutz @90spumkin @kyra-morningstar @s1utformgg @takeyourleap-of-faith won’t let me tag you for some reason All MGG characters: @muffin-cup @willowrose99 Spencer Reid/CM: @calm-and-doctor @destiny-tsukino @safertokiss @slutforthegubes @onlyhereforthefanfics Javier Peña/Narcos: @pascalesque Sub Spencer: @thatsonezesty13 @pastathighs @virtualpeanutartisanjudge @calm-and-doctor Dom Spencer: @rainsong01 @evlfknb Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde: @rainsong01 @dreatine @secretpickleprofessordean @evlfknb Letters Series (group of unlinked fics series master list under MGG master list): @whoreforthebau @sierraraeck @90spumkin

#spencer reid x reader #javier peña x reader #spencer reid smut #pedro pascal x reader #oscar isaac x reader #raymond wadsworth x reader #chip taylor x reader #franklin x reader #oberyn x reader x ellaria #santiago garcia x reader #frankie morales x reader #poe dameron x reader #laurent leclaire x reader #abel morales x reader #lesley smith juniment x reader #30 fics in 30 days

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