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sorry to use this account to talk abt my sex life it's because i can't tell any of my friends but i am having the most insanely good deranged sex with a man i should not be and honestly ... incredible . like . i cannot put into words how GOOD it is
okay so me and coworker boy were sexting while sat on opposite sides of the room and i looked up and he was like ... smirking at me while i was replying? anyway incredibly hot
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hi! only if youâre comfortable answering thisâ
i know you said this is your coworker, so howâs it been with him at work? or just seeing him out of a âbedroomâ context? iâve only been with people iâve been in a relationship with so the dynamic was already much different than just hooking up with someone. realistically i would be down for something like that iâd just be nervous to feel so weird after đ
hi!!!
it's honestly been pretty normal with him at work! i think i'm quite good at like: compartmentalising and not letting it affect me in situations where it shouldn't. i mean, sometimes that's easier said than done, but mostly i try not to think about him too much at work?
we sit on complete opposite sides of the office now so that's definitely easier! i won't lie and say i don't think about him at all when we're at work, because j do, but i've never felt weird about it!
it very much depends on your relationship with them, but the MOST important things in like casual sex things i think are:
communication (it's so important to make sure everyone is on the same page about feelings/expectations/whether you're sharing details abt your relationship with people you mutually know)
and feeling comfortable with the person (i feel comfortable enough to just say when i don't like something/what i want)
it's not for everyone and it's completely normal to feel a bit weird the first time (i know i did the first time i had sex with someone outside of a relationship with them), just make sure you communicate !! and if somebody won't communicate properly, you're better off without them anyway âĽď¸ also if you ever want to talk abt this i am always MORE than happy to answer questions/gossip abt exciting sex things. dual purpose blog
i'm gonna pop this under a read more bc tws for choking, slapping, sex (rough sex), derogatory language and generally tmi content about my life oopsie
just to be clear, we've had conversations in the past about consent and limits and we had a safe word so everything that happened was pre agreed upon and consensual!!
he was just SO ROUGH (in the absolute best way), like he basically just manoevered me around however he wanted and at one point my legs were bent in ways they NEVER have been before i was fully 𼨠and LORD!!
he was choking me and then i like yelped because he was fucking me rly hard and he slapped me, then put his hand over my mouth and told me to shut the fuck up and !!! hello !!! yes !!!!
he also was fucking me from behind called me a dirty fucking slut and OOOOOOOOO it was GOOD!! i don't think i've ever been fucked so hard in my entire life it was absolutely wild
babe i love gossip I need to know more (respond with what you feel comfortable with)
were they cute?
were they good?
did you cum?
are you going to do it again?
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HELLO any excuse to talk abt my questionnable sleeping with my coworker decisions đ
1) okay so YES he is cute but he's kinda : abrasive? as in his personality isn't someone i could see myself dating BUT he is cute & fun to be around !!
2) YES he was SURPRISINGLY good actually i was NOT expecting it
3) đ yes i did đ what can i say he has HANDS
4) yep!!!! i saw him again at the start of this week and i think i'm going to sometime next week maybe (it depends because we've both been in/out of work at different times lately)
THANK YOU for indulging me n my gossipy gossipy brain âĽď¸
maybe i slept with one of my coworkers maybe this means i'm now extra qualified to write about spencer quickies while you're hiding it from the people you work with
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so let us discuss buying him all these funky patterned little brief/bikini underwear and he's very confused and you're just like "What? You have nice thighs" and he LOVES it and whenever he wears them he's so blushy cause he knows you love it????? he just pulls you aside randomly like "I-I'm wearing them" like its a secret but really its just code for can I have a blowjob ugh my baby
ship: gn! reader x spencer reid
warnings: sub!spencer, calling him a whore, calling him a good boy, oral (spencer receiving)
word count: .8k
YOU'RE SO RIGHT say it LOUDER!! (this ended up being a whole thing i was going to write like 3 paragraphs and then wrote ... all this ... it really IS whore spencer hours huh?)
heâs sitting on the sofa on a sunday morning just watching tv with you, he put them on after his shower and came out to show you but you'd gone out to get milk or something so you hadn't seen. so he makes a point of putting on some pyjama pants (it's a lazy sunday) that are too big, so that they slip down a bit and show off the fact he's wearing them (the pattern is so bright you couldn't mistake it for anything else.)
so you're lay on the sofa, with your legs in his lap, a cushion under your back, just watching the tv with him. you've already noticed, because of course you have, but you want to see how obvious he's willing to make it.
the answer? very obvious. at every possible moment, he's shifting in his seat, trying to get them to wiggle further down. even adjusting your sock because it was 'slipping off your foot' (it wasn't) in the hopes that you'll look down as he's doing it and see them peaking out from under his trousers. no such luck. you keep your eyes firmly trained on the tv, giving him a "thanks babe.â
after about five more minutes of unsubtle wiggling, he gets up under the guise of âgetting a drink of water.â except you STILL donât look and desperate times call for desperate measures which is exactly why he purposely turns the tap on so hard (youâre not giving him the satisfaction of looking, but the gushing tap is louder than the tv) and splashes all over the front of himself with the tap water.
âshit!â he shouts, at an unncessarily loud decibel, acting incredibly surprised that heâs wet for a man who just intentionally doused himself with water.
but it finally gets you to look. you donât say anything. just smirk, amused. heâs stood there staring at you, his eyebrows pressing together, trying to comprehend what exactly youâre up to and then he realises where youâre staring. directly at his crotch. his t-shirt is sodden, and so is the top of the boxers. the boxers which you are very clearly staring at.
he can feel himself starting to get hard already. the tight fabric is even tighter now itâs wet, and itâs not an unpleasant sensation actually, it provides a good amount of the friction he so badly wants.
âlook at you,â you coo, taking some paper towels off the side and wiping his t-shirt down, âyouâll really go to any lengths to get my attention wonât you baby? youâre such a whore.â
thereâs a hiss as he sucks in a breath. his cock is as hard as it can possibly get while constrained within the fabric. your face goes right past the tent in his pants as you sink to your knees, attentively rubbing at the dampness collected right above the waistband of his boxers. his breath catches in his throat as your palm ghosts over him, providing just the tiniest amount of friction.
the feeling of the boxers is no longer pleasant. in fact, it borders on painful.
âyouâre so desperate spence,â you tell him, linking just your index and middle finger inside the waistband of the boxers and yanking. not taking them off, only moving them far enough so that his dick pops out, red and throbbing, âyouâre such a whore, arenât you?â
his swallow is audible. he isnât sure what to say. youâre looking up at him with eyelashes, eyes almost completely black, looking like youâre going to devour him.
he doesnât want to do or say anything that might convince you otherwise. you smirk, taking him casually in your hand while looking him in the eye, as if itâs no big deal at all, your tongue licking one languid stroke over the tip of his cock before you speak, âdonât you agree?â
ây-yes,â he stutters.
âgood boy,â you praise, leaning in to suck a tiny mark just where the boxers end, âi should probably punish you for being so desperate.â
âp-please,â he whines, having to physically restrain himself so that he doesnât buck his hips. the feeling of your mouth, wet, your tongue laving over him, only makes him want to be inside of you more. heâs so close, youâre touching him, but the inch space from where he needs you feels like a gulf.
mercifully, you decide to take pity on him. for now, at least, heâs granted the honour of you on your knees, sucking his dick while his back is pressed against the fridge. he never even made it back to the living room. and, if you have it your way, he wonât for the forseeable future. sunday just got a whole lot more interesting.
good evening yes i will would you like to discuss middle of the night âitâs raining outside and i got lonelyâ sex with spencer?
okay YES because middle of the night sex is sex with IMMACULATE VIBES and ESPECIALLY if itâs raining this is literally the most elite combination of things??
this went a little bit far and thereâs actually two sort of blurbs under here.... yikes
word count: 1.5k (the first blurb is 500 words and the other is 1k)
ship: afab! reader x spencer reid
warnings: a storm, penetrative sex, implied creampie, neck kissing, sleepy sex, i think thatâs pretty much it!!
i imagine it in one of two ways:
if youâre dating, heâs cuddled up to you. being the big spoon, pressed against your back, his crotch against your ass, his face nestled into the crook of your neck.
he whispers, âare you awake?â his voice is raspy and low, thick with sleep even though he hasnât been successfully in drifting off yet, and so quiet you can barely even hear it over the pitter patter sounds of the rain at the window. you nod, barely visible in the dim lighting, but he feels it.
his fingers move from where theyâre interlocked with yours, skimming over the exposed skin at your waist where your pyjama top has ridden up.
you use your right knee to shift yourself, pushing your body further into his, properly facing him. he doesnât say anything. neither do you. but your eyes meet, and you can just about make out the outline of his nose as he leans in to kiss you. soft. his fingers following the trail upwards to your nipple, and rolling the left one between his thumb and forefinger. you lift your hips upwards, and feel him grin against your mouth. your hand comes to rest at the nape of his neck, using the hair there as leverage.
his crotch meets yours. heâs hard, really hard, and you gasp. he revels in the noise, it only spurs him to kiss you harder, wiggling his hips to make quick work of his pyjama pants. clumsily, with the hand that isnât in his hair, you do the same with your own.
surprisingly (or, perhaps, unsurprisingly) youâre wet already. who could really blame you, your incredibly hot boyfriend is so insatiable for you that heâs forgoing precious hours of sleep.
neither of you strip all the way off. he slips inside of you. itâs almost unceremonious, like youâre just meant to slot together like that, nothing out of the ordinary happening. and in a way, it isnât, youâve had sex plenty of times. but thereâs something different about this time. the way his mouth devours you, the way every move feels measured and thought out.
thereâs no loud moans. no cries of each others names. thereâs a veil of peace and content shrouding you that neither of you wants to pierce. itâs all quiet gasps, swallowed by his mouth or breathed into his neck while you adorn it with kisses. not harsh ones that will leave marks, just light ones. a small trail down to his collarbone before he captures your lips with his again. his breathing increasing in tandem with your own as he thrusts, your hand threading through the one resting next to your head. the other pulling desperately at his back. to hold him closer to you.
his thumb rubbing over your clit as he slips in and out of you. your head tipping back, biting back a moan as your releases find each other. the pitter patter of the rain never intruding on the moment. just serving as a peaceful backdrop as you lose yourselves in one another.
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OR version two: youâre on a case together and he canât sleep. he hears you leave your room, so he pokes his head around his door. youâd gone to the vending machine at the end of the hall to get a snack.
you almost jump out of your skin when you turn around and see him, tousled bed hair, head peaking around the frame of his bedroom door.
âoh,â he breathes, a mock whisper, âsorry i didnât mean to frighten you. i just wondered who was walking around.â
âjust me,â you reply sheepishly, briskly walking the four steps down the hallway to meet him so that your voices donât draw out the rest of your team on the floor, âsorry, did i wake you?â
he shakes his head, âno. no i was already awake.â
âyou canât sleep either?â
âno.â
âdo you want to come and sit with me?â
he tips his head, considering it for a moment. it really isnât that big a deal, youâve hung out on plenty of occasions. even shared a bed once, although that time every single breath heâd breathed had caught in his throat whenever you came within an inch of him, his heart leaping out of his chest.
âyou donât have to,â you follow up, and watch his eyes widen, âyou just could if you want to. i know itâs no fun being awake alone.â
he presses his lips together thoughtfully, âum, if itâs not too much bother. i wouldnât want to impose.â
âi invited you,â you say, turning around and using the key card to open your bedroom door, âcome in.â
he follows you into the room. thereâs a double bed, and your lamp has been left on. youâd had it off when you were trying to sleep, but the storm outside is pretty bad. as if to illustrate your point, thereâs a loud rumble, and youâre so startled you almost jump, your hand flying to your chest.
âi wasnât expecting that,â you laugh.
âthereâs a storm coming in from the east,â he informs you, walking in and hovering awkwardly by your bed.
âsit down,â you instruct, âmake yourself comfortable.â
you clamber onto the bed yourself. the curtains are shut, but you donât miss the flash of the lightning that comes two beats after the thunder.
âdid you know it takes the sound of thunder approximately 5 seconds to travel one mile?â
âi didnât,â you reply, crossing your legs, âis it true that you can guess when the lightning will strike based on the thunder sound? i remember hearing about that as a child but i didnât know if it was true.â
he doesnât reply for a second. mostly because your pyjama shorts rode up when you crossed your legs, exposing a sizeable amount of skin that he hadnât been privy to seeing before. he swallows, and your eyes fall down to where his gaze is sat, approximately a milisecond before he tears it away.
the tips of his ears turning pink, his voice cracks on the first syllable, ây-yes, that is actually true.â
âhuh,â you nod, âdo you want to look at the lightning?â
âw-what?â
right on cue, thereâs another rumble. it lasts one, two, three, four, five seconds.
you pull back the curtains, wiggling forward. he follows your lead. the window is only small so you end up pressed against one another as you look at it. all darkness, the window pane smeared with rain thatâs beaten down against it. his body is warm, and your heart hammers in your chest at the sensation of your shoulders pressed together. you swear his knees shake before he settles down more properly, sitting on the balls of his feet.
flash. the lightning lasts all of five seconds, but youâre not looking at it after maybe three. instead, youâre looking at him, the last fragments of it reflected in the lenses of his glasses.
âdo you like storms?â
âiâm not the biggest fan,â he admits.
youâre staring right at him. you see his adamâs apple bob. it does twice before he caves and looks at you. in the lamplight, you can see his pupils dilate, the honey absorbed right before your eyes. thereâs a static in the air that the storm canât be blamed for.
neither of you move. a game of almost chicken. you donât want to be the one to make the first move incase itâs something he doesnât want, something heâs unprepared for. but his gaze drops from your lips and back to your eyes, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip and itâs so obvious that it must be deliberate. it must be deliberate because heâs a profiler and he knows better, knows what those kind of non-verbal cues suggest. so when you tilt your head, the faintest bit, and his follows in the same direction you know whatâs happening.
thereâs a warmth in the air between your lips, searing hot, and your heart thrums with nerves. your nerves couldnât possibly be quelled, itâs too much, but your knees canât quite adjust to the movement of your weight and you tip forward, hand resting on his shoulder. if he wanted to stop you, if he didnât want to do this, now would be an opportune time to stop you but he doesnât. he stares at you, imploring you to come closer, pursing his lips.
heâs a blur. youâre so close to his face that the features canât be made out anymore and itâs him, itâs spencer, the one who finally closes the gap and kisses you.
really kisses you. it starts off slow. gentle. tentative. the heat radiates off his hand but he doesnât bring it to your waist until you lean in to deepen the kiss. and then he holds you.
it moves so far so fast. the kissing is hurried, enthusiastic, as if now youâve started you canât quite fathom how youâd go about stopping. shedding clothes, thrown behind you in your haste. the rumble of thunder is the soundtrack as you pepper kisses all down his body, sucking marks that will purple right above his hipbone. pressing him back against the headboard. when he looks up at you, glasses slipping down his nose, heâs no longer the picture of innocence.
it happens so fast youâre not sure how you get there but what you do know is youâre on top of him, riding him, both so fucking loud that youâre not sure even the sounds of the storm can drown you out.
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he would be so annoying about it <3 youâd be peppering kisses all along the inside of his thighs, sucking purpling marks along his hipbones and heâd be linking his fingers along the back of your neck, shifting hips hips and trying to nudge himself closer to your mouth.
with your pre-given permission, heâd start thrusting into the back of your throat when he felt you were taking too long. his eyes scrunching closed with pleasure as you start to gag a bit. just as heâs getting cocky, starting to find his rhythm, you pull off of him completely. allowing him to drop out of your mouth, slick with your spit.
he looks aghast: mouth falling open, cock throbbing and red from the denial, and youâre just knelt in between his thighs. looking up at him as though you canât quite figure out what the problem is, except youâre thumbing along his underside. you tease all the brattiness out of him, until heâs begging you to let him finish in your mouth. whether you do or not depends entirely on how bratty heâs been that day: sometimes you give him a blowjob as a punishment, just to get him so close and then snatch it away again.
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bestie can you please write more about spencer reidâs hands đł
SO i wrote "hands" over on my main blog @reidyoulikeabook and i know the very wonderful @subspencer currently has a blurb/oneshot she's planning specifically about spencer's hands and i just know she's going to do the very BEST job but if there's something specific you'd like me to write about lmk and i'll see what i can do!!!
okay we love spencerâs tummy, but can we talk about his thiccc thighs in the pants he wears? like imagine how tight they are when heâs hard
tumblr wouldn't let me insert the gif but enjoy this visual xx
cw: this is some spicy fluff. wc: 500
spencer complained about his pants once; when he put them on one day and they were suddenly a lot tighter than he remembered. and they technically fit, but they hugged his curves in a way that they didn't before. he filled them out nicely now, and you could actually see his physique in them.
he thought it was a little much, maybe he should go buy some new ones? but you refused to let him. he always buys the kind that fall straight over his legs and sometimes threaten to swallow him whole. it might be an exaggeration, his pants are always tailored nicely, but they never show off his assets the way these slightly-too-small pair do. therefore, he's not allowed to get rid of them or buy new ones.
for the most part he's okay with it. he occasionally feels a little out of his comfort zone when he catches himself strutting around, remembering he's showing off his thighs and bum more than he's used to. but then you pop up behind him, grab a handful of his bum, and he's both bashful and very glad he kept them.
as of late, he's started complaining a little more. only because you keep shrinking his pants in the wash, trying to make every pair smaller. he's noticed the tightening but he's yet to find out it's because you're doing it on purpose. therefore, you kept going.
you're kissing him on the couch, straddling his lap as you rock slowly against him. you run your hands through his hair, giving it a gentle tug, and he winces.
"sorry, did i - did i tug too hard?" you pull away.
"no, not that" he looks away, turning a little pink. you return to kissing him, moving from his lips to his neck, before he makes that sound again.
you stop right away, putting both your palms on his chest in concern. "what is it?"
his response is in the form of a high pitched whine as he bucks his hips up to yours, and you laugh.
"are you getting impatient?" you tease. it's your favorite thing to make out for hours, seeing how long you can do it before he's begging to take it further. he can go up to an hour grinding against you on the couch before he's ripping off clothes and carrying you to the bed. today, he's only made it fifteen minutes.
"no, it hurts" he looks pointedly at his lap and you look down. he's fully hard, and the outline of his entire dick is visible through those tight pants. "they're too tight"
he pouts and you giggle, cupping his cheeks and squishing them until his pout turns to a fishy face, and peck him. maybe you went a little overboard with the dryer cycles. maybe it was just right, because he looks absolutely delicious in them right now. maybe it's time he took them off.