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KINKTOBER DAY ONE
October 1st -- Praise
happy first day of kinktober 🎃🎃🎃🎃!!!
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summary: You've been secretly hooking up with your coworker Spencer for two months. He notices something about you and wants to try something new. (I personally imagined circa season 10 Reid, but you do you bestie 😘)
warnings: praise, lots of 'good girls', oral [m/f both receiving and giving], light dom behavior, finger sucking, piv, safe sex practices, and a little bit of begging
word count: 3.1k (this one got away from me a little bit oops)
this is adult content. 18+ plus only. minors do not interact!
You had never wanted to be one of those people, a girl with a huge crush on her coworker, but then you’d meet Spencer Reid. A year ago, you’d waved at him instead of shaking his hand when Hotch had introduced the two of you, and you’d felt the first flutter of butterflies. You had tried desperately to ignore your feelings, but the more you got to know him, the harder you fell. And then, about two months ago, you’d become another cliche. The girl who was sneaking around and secretly hooking up with her coworker.
Now you were trying to avoid touching your knee against his as you sat on the plane on the way home from a case. The last time you’d simply accidentally brushed your hand against his, it had been like an electrical shock between the two of you. So it is just easier to avoid touching at all costs while in the presence of your other coworkers.
The words in the book that you’re holding in your hands are absolute gibberish as you can’t focus on anything except the way Spencer’s hands glide over the page of notes he’s re-reading. You've always known he has captivating hands, but now you know intimately just how capable those hands were. This case was long, and before that, Spencer had been at a conference for four days. He hasn’t touched you in almost a week, and you’re becoming impatient. But you both had wisely made the promise that as long as you were on clock, so to say, you were only coworkers and nothing more.
You look up as you hear him say your name.
“Would you mind reading over this? I’m not sure it makes any sense.” He hands you his leather bound notebook. You place your book on your lap and look over into his eyes.
“Me? I really don’t think I’m the person who…”
Spencer interrupts you, “I trust your opinion.” It’s a simple statement, but it sets your skin aflame all the same. To hide your reaction, you focus on reading Spencer’s notes.
“I think it’s great, Spencer. But you’re presenting this to college students, so I think it would be beneficial to use examples they may have heard in the news or at least know ‘cause of the insane amount of Netflix documentaries.” You roll your eyes as you mention the oversaturation of true crime television. But then suddenly you feel self-conscious and hand back his notebook. “I mean, I don’t know. It’s just a small idea.”
“No, it’s insightful. You’re brilliant.” You can feel your skin heat in embarrassment, not comfortable with the compliment. Compliments often make you uneasy and you don’t know why. Well, that’s not entirely true, but you didn’t feel like profiling yourself to better understand this aspect.
Spencer’s eyes observe you, and you watch as his tongue slips out and wets his bottom lip as he thinks. “I mean it.” He emphasizes.
“Thank you,” you say quietly.
“Good girl.” The words glide from Spencer’s mouth almost absent-mindedly and barely audible as he returns to his work. If he notices how much deeper your blush becomes, he doesn’t say anything. And you pretend you didn’t even hear him, or else you might make a fool of yourself.
Several hours later, you’re finally back at your apartment and getting into pajamas. As you pull a tank top over your head, you allow your mind to think about Spencer.
Good girl.
He said it so flippantly, practically under his breath. Did he even mean for you to hear it? Did he know how it would make your heart hammer? You play it over again and again, letting yourself bask in the feeling.
There’s a knock on your door, so you quickly pull on an old pair of yoga pants and race to your door. A brisk glance through your peephole causes that all too familiar heart tremor. Dr. Spencer Reid at your door, as though you’d summoned him with your thoughts.
You swing open the door and let your eyes trail down his body.
“I meant it.” He says immediately.
“What do you mean?” You want to reach for him. He’s still dressed for work, and it takes everything in you not to wrap your fingers around his tie and pull him into your apartment.
“When I called you brilliant.” He replies casually.
“You came all this way to call me brilliant?”
He smirks. “No, I came all this way to do this,” as he talks he steps toward you.
You let a small breath of anticipation escape before he has his hands on either side of your face and is pressing his lips to yours. Your own hands find their way first to grasp at his waist and then around to his back, pulling him impossibly closer to you, desperate for the feel of his body against yours. The harsh sharp lines of him melding into the soft, lush curves of you.
He moves you further into your apartment, shuts your door, and then pushes you up against the cool wood of the door, all without pulling his lips away from yours. Goosebumps spring to life across your skin as your body tries to process the head spinning sensation of the warmth of his body, combining with the chill of the door against your back. His hands are in your hair, possessive and needy, and you moan into his mouth.
You feel the puffs of breath against your mouth as he laughs softly and then pulls away, his hands come to rest between your neck and shoulders. “I’ve missed you.”
A small smile curves your freshly kissed lips. “It’s been like two hours since I saw you.”
“I’ve missed being able to touch you.” He amends. The thumb of his right hand starts to move up and down the skin of your neck, and you wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating. His eyes search your face. “Did you like it when I called you a good girl?”
Your lips part as if to reply, but no words come out.
“Answer me.” He demands softly, his words are never harsh, but they still hold a sense of power.
“Yes. I liked it,” you admit.
He continues to watch you as his mind works, and then he makes a low sound of approval from his throat. “And would you like me to call you a good girl more often?”
Need and want pools low in your belly, but you take a second to wet your lips before answering. You want your voice to come across as strong and sure, so there is no question that you want this. “Yes, please.”
Your head is swimming in the overwhelming sensation of his lips back on yours in a matter of seconds. His hands explore your body, grazing and grasping onto your breasts before settling on your hips. He uses his knee to push your legs apart, and you move without resistance. A guttural moan breaks free from your throat as that same knee connects with the place that has been begging for friction since the moment Spencer put his hands on you.
Spencer breaks away from the kiss. “You’re so beautiful when you moan like that,” he murmurs against your skin as he kisses, licks, and nips along your jaw and neck.
Your hips jerk involuntarily, but it instantly causes a wave of pleasure as you slide against him. “Do that again, baby.” You do as you’re told and again and again. His mouth continues across your clavicle, and then lower until his teeth scrape against one of your nipples over the fabric of your tank top. You gasp and push yourself closer to him, but he pulls away.
He lowers himself to the ground as he works to push down your yoga pants. As soon as you step out of them, the pants are thrown across the room, Spencer not bothering to pay attention. All of his attention is on you.
“Look at you, pretty girl.” His thumb traces over the damp spot in your underwear while his other hand travels up your leg, sending zaps of pleasure straight to your core.
“All for me?” His eyes flash up to yours.
“I’m yours,” you answer.
“That’s my good girl.” You twist your hands into his hair when his mouth makes contact with your still clothed pussy, his tongue swiping against you. He only teases you for a second before he can’t take it anymore and pulls down your underwear to be able to taste you without a barrier. The room fills with the obscene sounds of him lapping at your core as he lavishes praises on you in between licking and sucking. “So perfect, so goddamn perfect.”
You throw your head back with a deep moan.
Spencer continues, undisturbed. “Yes. Keep moaning for me. I want your neighbors to hear how good you are for me.” His tongue circles and caresses your clit. “Do you want my fingers inside of you? Tell me.”
“Yes, oh god. Fuck. Spencer.” You can’t think straight. The only thing your brain is capable of is focusing on how good you feel.
Spencer obliges your request and plunges two fingers into you. Your fingers tighten in his hair. “I can’t believe how wet you are. And you’re taking my fingers so good. I bet you’d take my cock even better.” He hooks his fingers and massages against the swollen pressure point inside you.
You lean forward over him, trying to keep your legs steady.
“Are you gonna come for me, sweetheart?” You simply nod your head even though he can’t see with his face buried in your pussy. “You’re gonna come all over my face and my fingers because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
Your legs shake, but Spencer uses his free hand to hold onto your hip and hold you steady.
“It’s okay, you can let go. I’ve got you.” His fingers buried deep within you speed up and he focuses all of his attention on the pattern of his tongue against your clit, ramping up the building pleasure that’s threatening to bubble over. “You’ve made such a mess, a beautiful mess. Look at you, so good. So good.”
You clench around him. “Yes, that’s it. I want you to come. Just like that.” You jerk against his fingers and jaw as the pressure cascades and overflows inside you. His name is the only thing you can say in between your moans. “I love when you say my name when you come.” His fingers slow their pace, and his mouth becomes less frantic as he guides you through your orgasm and the small after-shocks.
When he finally pulls away completely, you watch slack-jawed as he takes his two fingers and puts them in his slick mouth, cleaning away traces of you. “Tasting you makes me so hard, I love it.” You lean back against the door with a smile.
“Do you want me to help with that?”
He laughs. “I’m not even close to finishing with you, my beautiful girl.” When he starts to reach for you, you grab onto his tie first and pull him closer. You work on his tie as you kiss his mouth, tasting the remnants of yourself.
In a matter of seconds, you have his tie off and thrown into the abyss, your shaking fingers focusing on unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes watch as you strip him of his shirt and then pull on his belt. But he can’t keep his hands off you, and they create a path over your skin. You undo the clasp, the tingling sound of metal like a beckoning call.
After taking off his belt and letting it drop to the floor, you also head toward the floor onto your knees. Spencer’s hand’s end up in your hair, and your hands travel up his thighs to the noticeable bulge in his pants. “Do you see what you do to me? Only you can make me this hard.”
You bite your bottom lip and work to take off his pants and underwear as he kicks off his shoes. Your eyes look up to his eyes, and he smiles at you. “Go on, I know you’re desperate for it.” One hand holds onto the base of him as your tongue circles the pink tip. He lets out a sharp breath at the contact.
You watch his reactions, flicking and teasing his head, gathering the stickiness of his precum on his tongue. Then you circle your lips around him and inch down, your hand sliding up and down on him to meet your mouth. His mouth is wide open as he watches you, the eye contact between the two of you almost overwhelming. Your body doesn’t seem to care that you just had an earth-shattering orgasm because you can feel the steady thrum of need building.
“Are you getting wet again just from sucking me off?” You nod and take him deeper in your mouth, the hand resting on his thigh feels a muscle twitch. “You have the perfect mouth.” His fingers in your hair pull slightly, not enough to cause pain, but just enough to cause you to moan on his dick.
“If you keep doing that I’m gonna come down that pretty throat.” You moan again, and he makes a low humming noise. “Is that what you want, sweet girl?”
You pull off of him, a string of spit following you, “yes.” You take both hands and twist and stroke up and down him with a smile on your messy lips.
“Open your mouth.” You do as he says, sticking your tongue out flat. He takes his two fingers and sticks them in your mouth, and you instantly start to suck on them, never stopping the motion of your hands. “My perfect, beautiful girl.” He mutters and then pulls his fingers from your mouth. Before you can put your mouth back on him, he’s stepping away and then helping you stand up.
When you’re on your feet, he kisses you slowly, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, and you reach down with one hand to continue to stroke him. He breaks the kiss and lightly guides you to turn around and bend over, using your hands to hold yourself up on the door. “You’re so good for me. Stay there.” You look over your shoulder and watch him find his pants to grab a condom. He quickly unwraps it and slides it on before returning to you.
He glides his hands over the back of your thighs and over your ass appreciatively, then squeezes your ass. “Are you going to take all of me?” The whispers tickling the back of your neck as he leans over you toward your ear, you shiver against him.
“Yes.”
He trails a hand down your spine as he pulls away and then helps you to set your legs further apart. You bite your lip, so ready for him, when he squeezes your hips. Both of you moan deeply as he guides himself into you, inching himself in until he’s seated completely. His hands are back on your hips, holding you in place. He leans forward and places a kiss on your back. He whispers in your ear again, “now you’re gonna be a good girl for me, and you’re not gonna come until I tell you you can. Do you understand?”
You nod swiftly.
He presses another kiss. “Words please, sweet girl.”
“I understand.”
He stands fully and slowly starts to pull himself out of you, dragging against every inch of your core. When he’s out fully, he pushes forward, again at that agonizing slow pace. You squirm against him, needing more. “You think you can take all of it, baby?”
“Yes. Yes. Please. Please.”
“You’re so beautiful begging for me.” You think he’s going to continue to tease you, but he doesn't. He starts to move faster and faster, building up a steady rhythm. Your nails scratch against the wood of your door. “That’s it, so good. I only ever feel this good with you. Only you can take my dick like this. You take it so perfect.” He gasps and rambles as he pumps into you.
The base of your spine zaps pleasure through your body and you shake on him.
“Don’t come yet, baby. Not yet. I could spend forever inside you.”
You feel your arms start to get weak, but Spencer holds so tight on you that you know that you’re stable. “I need to –” you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut.
“I know. I know. But you can wait, I know you can. Do you know how I know you can?”
You shake your head.
“Because you’re my good girl.” You press your lips together and moan. “Yeah, and you’re gonna wait until I tell you. And then you’re going to touch that swollen little clit of yours. It’s aching isn’t it.”
“Yes!” You practically shout. “Spencer, please.”
“Beg again.”
“Please. Spencer. Oh god, please. I need it. I need it.”
“Touch your clit, baby.” You cry out as soon as one of your hands makes contact. “You still can’t come, honey.”
You whimper, but try so hard not to give yourself over to the pleasure.
“You’re all mine, aren’t you.”
“Yes, yours all yours. Only yours forever.”
He bites out a harsh moan, and you know he’s trying just as hard as you to keep it together. “You look so pretty.” The words are just rambles, almost imperceptible. “Come for me. Come all over me.”
You do so instantly, Spencer tightens his grip on you to hold you steady as you lose yourself in the feeling. He comes with whimpers and sighs and deep grunts. When he finally stops moving, your legs are gelatinous, so he holds you tight against him, your back against his chest. He pulls out of you and then turns you around in his arms.
“You’re perfect.” He peppers light kisses across your face and lips and neck. “You did so good.” His hands are wrapped around you, both holding you steady but also keeping close to him. “I’m so proud of you.”
Your eyes flutter closed, and he kisses your lips fully. When he pulls away, you open your eyes and look up into his eyes. “Are you okay?” He checks in softly.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He kisses you again chastely. “That was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Another kiss and his hands massage down your back and your hips, checking to see if you’re sore.
“I’m fine.” You answer before he can ask.
“Did you like that,” he asks earnestly.
“I loved it.”
He smiles brightly and you match it. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
#spencer reid#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#kinktober 2023#kinktober#my writing#see you all on friday 😘😈
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Happy last Fat Cock Friday of 2023! All the good stuff is over on Bluesky (diextrying.bsky.social) if you wanna see more 😈😘
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✨ it’s jihope month!! ✨
that's right babes!!!!! 🌹 now that it is officially february, the month of loooove, it means the time has come to celebrate my two best boys, whom i love with my whole entire heart 🫠💋❤️🔥🫶♎️♒️😘💌🍑🍆🥵
🌹 so what does jihope month mean?? -> essentially, for the month of february, this blog is gonna be all about park jimin & jung hoseok, together and separate!! i will be exclusively writing content featuring jihope, all my fic rec friday reads will be jihope-flavored, and i'm even gonna open jihope drabble requests 🤭
🌹 hold up - drabble requests?? 👀👀👀 -> YES!!!!! the horny drabbles are back baybeeeeyyyyy 😩 for this month only~ there's a post here with the full details!! 😘💌
🌹 i heard something about building a fic?? -> that's right - i got a chaotic bonus idea in the middle of the month 😈 we're gonna build a valentine's themed fic, where y'all will vote in polls to tell me exactly what you want to see!! check out the build-a-fic masterlist here for all the details and the full list of polls!
🌹 okay but why only jihope?? -> bc they're my bias line and i do what i want 😌 - also hobi's birthday is this month, and we've got ~rumors~ that pjm1 will drop in february! and i lowkey don't feel like there's enough jimin/hobi content on tumblr... i'm writing the porn i wish to see in the world, okay?!?!
🌹 but what about LDOMLT?? -> there's a whole update post on that here. shortest version is, if i finish ch11 this month i'll post it! but it may take longer. and i don't wanna hold myself back from writing other things in the meantime!
🌹 how can we join in on the fun?? -> spread the good word of jihope!! 🫶 try your hand at writing one or both of them and tag me! send me recs of your favorite jihope fics (together or separate)! tag me in your favorite jihope gifsets! drop random jihope thots in my ask box! VOTE IN THE POLLS FOR OUR VALENTINE'S BUILD-A-FIC!! the possibilities are endless~ ✨
that's it! hope y'all are excited bc i sure am~ let the chaos begin!!! 😈 and omg a million thank yous to THEEEEE LEGEND!!!!! @kithtaehyung for this insane banner like y'all can we believe?!?!?!? i literally can't stop staring at it 😩💌
#mposting#jihope month 🌹#OH MY GOSH I'M SO EXCITED Y'ALL 😭#jimin and hobi hoes make some nooooooooise 🎉
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Happy Friday babes!!!!!
Yesterday was shit (except for the trailer) because I had a bad reaction to medication that made me so violently sick literally as soon as I woke up that I had petechia all over my face, like bloody freckles 😅 it’s left my body, especially my torso & neck, extremely sore and I just took a crazy hot shower. I’m about to get in the comfiest clothes, becuase winter won’t leave smoke a lil and order lunch before settling in for chapter 71. As I was showering and planning my day, my adhd brain is thinking of a million different things and thanks to that I realized how similar you made Daenera’s disposal of her Baratheon husband with the help of a lover to Cersei’s disposal of Robert 😏 although I can’t remember if Cersei was sleeping with her cousin yet or not lmao
Regardless, these little things are another reason I love this story so much!!! I love how you’re able to take an existing story and branch off in your own way whilst also making it fit the original story. I literally can’t wait to see what you do with season 2 inspiration 😍😍😍
Also, I was talking to a friend about that gif of Aemond looking at Alicent like a psycho who got his way even tho she said he wouldn’t 😈 and how it makes me want a fic where he has a reason to feel that way and I’m just now realizing that it could so fit Aemond’s marriage to Daenera and I can’t unsee it now lmao
Oh shit, are you okay? I hope you get better soon! What a way to start a conversation lol 😘
Oh yeah, I definitely took inspiration from what happened to good old Bobby B. Cersei was a champ for that one--though I'm not entirely sure she had started fucking cousin yet or not. But yeah, it was definitely an inspiration and I feel like getting killed of in that manner is very fitting for their characters. It was a very intentional choice I made. I like the whole idea of 'history repeating itself' and who's to say if it was made an open secret that Daenera killed her husband this way, then maybe Cersei got inspiration from that.
And I hope to keep up the level of intention in season 2, though some things will likely have to be changed--timeline stretched, a few scenes coming in a certain order, and over all arch of Daenera/Aemond being fitted in there. Like most things for S1 of this story has been intentional and something I've spent months and months planning and configuring before getting to the plot points. So we'll see if I can manage in season 2!
"Aemond looking at Alicent like a psycho who got his way even tho she said he wouldn’t 😈" Oh, you'll definitely get to see that! Hell, you might even see it at the end of this season!
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Hey everyone school has started for me sooo writing could be a minute but I should have one on Friday morning at the same time I have them up 🖤
But thank you for all your love everyone 🖤🖤 The requests that have been seen and working on, they are all sooo good and excited for you all to see them 😈 Anyways love you all 😘
#update#school is gonna kill me#here we are#but love you all#fun anon things#anon asks#anon request#anon <3#users love as well 🫶🏻#simon ghost riley#simon riley#call of duty modern warfare#simon ‘ghost’ riley#call of duty#call of duty mw2#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost#simon ghost x reader
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5 songs
🎶✨When you get this, you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish, then send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨
Thanks for the tag @gil-galadhwen
When I find an artist I like, I try to listen to their entire discography if I can. Last month, I listened to Everything Everything and MAN! This song dug its heels in.
So much so that I want to write a short story about it. The whole album is great and the narrative around it is 😘👌 but will be writing about this song soon 😈
My favourite song from the album, AM, changes monthly. This month, it's Knee Socks. Favourite album from my favourite band. This song slaps so hard and gets overlooked for Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? and Do I Wanna Know? all the damn time!
Arabella and Snap Out Of It are also very, very good but Knee Socks is king rn
I love this man. I love his newest album and this song slaps SO HARD! I want to write a comparative essay about how this and The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals are basically the same plot. Will do in the future.
Another band I listened to the entire discography recently (I was going to go see them live when they were coming to Adelaide. Couldn't. Was going to see them live in Sydney. Couldn't. Now I'm not seeing them at all 😭).
I like that this song feels like two different somgs but still cohesive. Just cool vibes and fun times 😎
There's never a time I'm not into listening to this song. Before I'm going out, on my walk to work, when I'm at home, cooking, just a good all rounder. I always read this song to have gay undertones but I could be reading into it. Just the vibe ✨
No pressure tags (sorry I spam the same 10 people. I only do it because you're great and the best 🥰) (and you're the only 10 people I know lol):
@9pandas @wantmeifyouwantme @queerauntie @undefeatednils @dapenntja @thequeervampiric @bbboar @padmedala @takingback-thepenguin @thmsknxarnld
#Spotify#music tag#personal#everything everything#bad friday#arctic monkeys#knee socks#tom cardy#the 1975#somebody else#kito#wild girl#tag game
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Tuesdays are for...
Come on over to see us for the Man Crush show on Saturday! 😘
Hey guys, get your submissions in to us! @missdarla6 and @hypnoeyes9 are ready to show you off! 😈Keep the packages covered and hands off 🍆. We want you to stay and get all of the ❤ that you deserve.
Remember to get them in by 8pm on Friday 💋💚
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Team no pants for Frisky Friday 😘
Rawwwwrrr 🦁🔥🔥🔥 Look at you@dreamingincrimson being all frisky and teasing us today!😏😈🤭I love seeing this frisky side of you, and those panties look amazing on you! ❤️Thank you my sweet sexy friend for stopping by FF to play with us today..😍🤗❤️Love you 💋
Happy Frisky Friday
#Frisky Friday
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