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*repost* here's a sneak peak from my sub-ish!spencer x reader smut fic that i'm still working on. hope y'all enjoy this lil appetizer :] 18+ mdni [:

reposting bc i think tumblr like...hid the post from everyone?

The hum of your eagerness, wet heat of your mouth, and the pressure of your tongue consuming his sensitive balls has Spencer twitching and lurching his hips, pushing his cock further into your hands that had slowed down due to rounder distractions.

He cries out, your name spilling from his lips- chanting for you like an incantation, praying to you for more. He’s lost even more of his strength, crumbling his body weight onto his forearms as his hands pull at the sheets.

Spencer’s still trying to look at you, though, craning his neck to watch your eyes close in pleasure as your head nudges against him. Your nose grazes the base of his dripping cock when you nuzzle your head into his crotch, a mixture of your saliva and his precum paints the tip of your nose. While your hands continue to pump languidly, one of your thumbs presses into his slit and under the head of his dick as your tongue circles his balls. He's a thrashing, mumbling, whimpering, pathetic mess- and you love it. It encourages you to increase your massaging and sucking.

"Such a good boy," you whisper devilishly against his skin, reveling in the way he rolls his head back with a particularly loud whine and a telling, involuntary thrust of his hips.

The sensations are almost too much, soon even Spencer’s legs begin to twitch and thrash. You could read his body better than he could read War and Peace in it’s original language, so you pull away from him with a grin and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. 

However, if Spencer thought you were going to grace him with reprieve, he was sorely mistaken.

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This movie felt like a fever dream but at least he looked good?

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Spencer Reid's tie being "perpetually crooked"

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What do you mean I made a compilation of his kiss scenes? Uhh I would never????

#droolingggg

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sneak peak alert!! here's one for my dom!spencer x reader smut fic. its still a wip, so hopefully this tides y'all over some. enjoy! 18+ mdni

(pay no mind to how ooc this is teehee)

“Watch.” Spencer hisses, shoving your head back to its original position. Uncontrollably, a faint whimper rips from your throat. You wordlessly do as you’re told, training your eyes on the man on the screen in front of you fucking his partner’s throat, her eyes watering and rolling back until all you can see are the whites. “C’mon, baby. Tell me what you like.” As your perched in his lap, Spencer’s voice is sickly sweet now mumbling against your arm, nipping it lightly. His left hand is under your shirt, fingertips barely playing with your hardened and sensitive nipples. His right hand is still on your back, moving between scratching your skin and teasing the waistbands of your shorts and panties. He’s driving you crazy.

The urge to close your eyes is hard to fight off, but you try your hardest. “I…” You’re breathless, despite not having even done anything yet, “I like how he’s controlling her,” you gulp as Spencer begins to roll one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, “a-and using her.”

“That’s what you want, hmm.” It’s not a question, so much as an observation. “You want me to use you like a toy?” Spencer leans in to mouth against your ear, “Want me to fuck your throat ‘til you can’t even speak?” Where did he learn to talk like this? Who is this man?

You know it’s not rhetorical. He’s waiting for an answer as his deep breaths whip strands of your hair around. He dips his head to press kisses onto the back of your neck. Your hands dig into his plush thigh as much as is allowed by the cloth of his pants stretched tight. “Yes,” you breathe out. Even to yourself it sound desperate.

“Oh, my dirty girl.” He drawls, roughly cupping your tit and kneading it as he wishes. “You want my cock, don’t you? Just wanna shove it down your throat?”

His words have your stomach turning cartwheels, and you moan at just the thought of his dick in your mouth. You’ve never yearned for anything so intensely, craved something so intrinsically. Nodding emphatically, you draw your bottom lip between your teeth. 

This was going to be a long night, but you wouldn't want anything less.

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[ginkgo-phyta]

here's a sneak peak from my sub-ish!spencer x reader smut fic that i'm still working on. hope y'all enjoy this lil appetizer :] 18+ mdni [:

The hum of your eagerness, wet heat of your mouth, and the pressure of your tongue consuming his sensitive balls has Spencer twitching and lurching his hips, pushing his cock further into your hands that had slowed down due to rounder distractions.

He cries out, your name spilling from his lips- chanting for you like an incantation, praying to you for more. He’s lost even more of his strength, crumbling his body weight onto his forearms as his hands pull at the sheets.

Spencer’s still trying to look at you, though, craning his neck to watch your eyes close in pleasure as your head nudges against him. Your nose grazes the base of his dripping cock when you nuzzle your head into his crotch, a mixture of your saliva and his precum paints the tip of your nose. While your hands continue to pump languidly, one of your thumbs presses into his slit and under the head of his dick as your tongue circles his balls. He's a thrashing, mumbling, whimpering, pathetic mess- and you love it. It encourages you to increase your massaging and sucking.

"Such a good boy," you whisper devilishly against his skin, reveling in the way he rolls his head back with a particularly loud whine and a telling, involuntary thrust of his hips.

The sensations are almost too much, soon even Spencer’s legs begin to twitch and thrash. You could read his body better than he could read War and Peace in it’s original language, so you pull away from him with a grin and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. 

However, if Spencer thought you were going to grace him with reprieve, he was sorely mistaken.

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#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #dr spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #smut #nsfw #nsfr #not safe for minors

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why am i always in the mood to write at midnight when i have work in the morning....

#daphne babbles #hate u brain!!!!

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writing this dom!spencer fic* is proving more difficult than anticipated...it's feeling quite ooc but imma continue to push through for y'all!! however...been mulling over a quick sorta-sub!spencer piece i think i want to write out quickly :P so keep your eyes peeled if you're into that

(*also sorry for not having it out yet, i keep coming home from work absolutely exhausted hahahaha)

#daphne babbles #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid smut

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Regarding you asking our thoughts on your last piece which I believe is a blurb (I'm trying to understand the technicalities and differences between blurbs and full on pieces tbh BUT) I enjoyed reading it, it put the setting in my head and I was able to imagine it in my head with all your descriptors and as a non native speaker I actually learned some new words which I'm really fond off! One thing though, I'd appreciate it if u break up the paragraphs with a space, cus reading one whole text intact is very difficult, I'm not sure if it's an individual thing or an actual writing thing, but that would be a bonus. I feel like it pushes away readers from reading your writing, which is what would've happened to me but I'm a fan of your writing and stalk ur page religiously whenever u post so blurb wise we good. Writing wise like on your answered requests, you're really good, your stylistic choices are very nice and go well together, and your attention to detail is immaculate, especially when setting scenes before dialogue which is really top notch. The fact that you're still attempting to improve your writing is already a writer green flag and a good quality for a writer to have, so keep up honey and I'll eat up everything you give us. Muah!!

stoppp im literally about to cry. first of all thank you so much for the feedback!!! yeah i dont think i even do blurbs right in the first place, they're supposed to be short but usually i end up typing a bunch anyway bahaha from my understanding both blurbs and drabbles are super informal...it actually was really hard for my to write without capitalizing or breaking up the paragraphs it just feels so wrong, but i've seen others do it...BUT NOW IMMA BREAK EM UP W YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT SO THANK YOU HAHAHA

secondly ilysm thank you for your kind words about my writing, it's been difficult getting pieces out lately but i try my best! i hope i can continue feeding you teehee

#daphne babbles

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writing spencer reid smut is making him say "you're doing so well" instead of "you're doing so good" because that's grammatically incorrect and he would never

#no literally

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y'all i am in the business of developing my writing skills: please PLEASE let me know your thoughts on my pieces, i'd really appreciate it! thru comments, reblog tags, or anon messages- constructive criticism is eagerly welcomed!! yes i am begging. and what about it.

((tried a new voice with my last piece, i'm actually quite happy w it but it's not performing as well as my other stuff. is it cuz the format, or length, or just the writing? spare sum thoughts? oh, how i wish i could read peoples minds))

#daphne babbles #<<gonna start using that tag i guess hahaha #do i sound desperate for validation? cuz i am.

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if ur taking requests then how about female reader being a bau member and is receiving unwanted attention from the local cops but she cant pick up on social cues very well so it’s extra stressful for her to naviagte

Then enter protective and somewhat jealous jj that tries to protect her and shows her what true love and respect is with soft softdom!jj

I really like this, but I like the idea of it more as a short then a full fic, so... here we go.

JJ Being Protective of You - (Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic!Reader)

Warnings: some harassing behaviour from a random male cop towards the reader; the man uses condescending pet names toward the reader; JJ goes full boss mode; use of the term L/N (as in 'Last Name') to refer to the reader; she reader uses she/her pronouns; the reader experiences a small accidental injury; pre-established relationship. Idk what else. Not proofread.

Paperwork. This is where you thrived. Much like Spencer, you loved a good paper trail.

You were currently in the back room of the police station, going through their old case files, looking at every case from the last forty years that had yet to be digitised. You were looking for previous murders that matched the signature of the killer the team was currently after, since the working theory was that the UnSub had 'taken on' the work of his father or another older figure in his life.

So you had to dig through all the files of unsolved murders and see if you could find a pattern stemming back - to see if you could find more killings that this father might have committed.

It was stuffy and dusty in the file room, but you were finding it to be the kind of work that you did best - your brain churning on all cylinders as you looked through the many files for all the markers in the killings that would have aligned with his killer. You put some files aside and closed the lid on a box, and then moved to a new stack, going to take down a box from 1973 - it was rather heavy and awkward to lift, but you could manage it.

"Oh, little lady, let me help you with that,"

Suddenly, someone appeared beside you, as if out of nowhere, and a second pair of hands began tugging on the box.

"I got it." You grunted out, tugging the box back in your direction, trying to get a better grip on it.

"Trust me, doll, someone like you shouldn't be lugging this crap around on your own." The man's voice argued, becoming slightly strained - angry?

Was he frustrated because it was too heavy for him to lift? Did he feel like he had to help because you looked weak and he was frustrated because of the social obligation?

"It's fine." You assured him, tugging on it again. But - he still wouldn't let go. "I'm stronger than I look, trust me."

That was something that Emily and Derek often joked about. You had used a shovel to break a double welded chain in order to get into a basement when a child was in danger. The police had been arguing about getting a warrant and talking about how they would need heavy duty bolt cutters to get through the chain away, and you were down there in minutes - and from then on, the team all agreed not to mess with you. Especially not in an emergency.

"Sweetie, just let go of it-"

His grip slipped off the box, and it went flying in the opposite direction then, and one of the sharp corners smacked you on the head - a piercing pain went through your whole forehead and and papers came flying out of the box, spilling across the floor and fluttering everywhere.

"Oh my god, ow!" You exclaimed loudly, stepping backward, raising a hand to your forehead toward the throbbing pain. You were alarmed when you felt wetness, and you quickly drew your fingers back and saw blood.

"Oh, goodness. I'm sorry, darlin'." The man appeared in front of you, and soon, completely unprompted, he put his hands on both of your cheeks, trying to lift your head to better inspect the cut. "See, that's why you shouldn't-"

"Don't touch me!" You screamed, reaching up inside of his forearms to shove his hands off you. Your skin was crawling with a terrible, icky itch where his hands had been touching you.

He became slack-jawed with shock at this.

"There's no need to shout." He chuckled. "Calm down."

"Ugh, no!" You shouted back.

You were suddenly feeling terribly trapped in the small, stuffy, dusty room, and though you knew that the papers needed to be cleaned up and you needed to finish your fishing expedition for the trail of murders - you had to leave. You needed air.

You needed JJ.

You shoved past the man and your feet carried you as fast as you could go, frantically looking for that head of blonde hair.

"Listen, babydoll, just calm down-"

"Woah, woah, her name is not babydoll."

That voice. Your hero.

You blinked past a haze if tears you hadn't even noticed was forming, and saw the pale blue shirt and blonde hair that you knew was her - you ran to stand behind her, grabbing her hand tightly, which she gripped back, grounding you, letting you know that she was right there.

"I'm not sure what kind of slack operation you people run around here, but we are professionals. You are going to refer to her by her full title, Special Agent L/N - or you won't talk to her at all. You won't even look at her. Do you understand me?" JJ barked at him.

The pure authority dripping from her voice made you feel so utterly safe.

"Listen, m'am, I'm not sure-"

"It's not 'm'am', it's Agent." JJ corrected him, now straining through her teeth, absolutely seething. "We are here representing the FBI, trying to catch a very dangerous man to help keep your town safe. We're not just little secretaries skittering around to get you your coffee and clean up after you. Just because we're women, we're not here to wipe your ass!"

You heard a chuckle from behind you, and you thought it was Emily's voice. This was followed by a low whistle - probably Derek.

"Is that clear?" JJ finished off, daring the man to talk back to her.

The man sighed and turned around to leave, finally defeated. This is when JJ turned to you.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice much softer now. "Oh my god, what happened to your head?"

"There was... a box..." You mumbled quietly, still feeling shaken up.

"He hit you with a box?" JJ snapped, looking back in the direction he had walked off.

"JJ, please." You begged, quietly, squeezing her hand, directing her attention back to you.

She knew what her priority was right now.

"Come on,"

JJ walked you to the bathroom, and as she was cleaning up the cut with a damp paper towel, she was still huffing hard through her nose, the anger still pumping through her.

"I'm going to find that guy's supervisor, I'm going to put in a report about him, I'm going to-"

"It's okay, JJ." You said, reaching out to run a gentle hand along her lower back. "I'm pretty sure he's not gonna come near me again after what you said."

She let out a snort of laughter, and half her mouth upturned in a smile. You both knew that she could be incredibly intimidating despite her looks, and she always protected you - just one of the many things that had attracted you to her in the first place.

"Yeah, well... nobody comes near my girl and gets away with it."

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i am a woman at war with herself, torn forever between my love of detective fiction and my hatred of cops and cop media

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A/N: im sorry i haven’t posted anything in a long time. here’s a little blurb for you of what i’ve been daydreaming about all week to get me thru work. don’t worry, the mind-numbing dom!spencer smut will be posted soon. hope this tides y'all over :]

it’s cold outside, a sudden chill has settled into the quiet air encompassing the ever-bustling city below you. however, inside spencer’s apartment it is anything but. the curtains are pulled back, strong and welcoming rays of sunshine stream in through the windows, baptizing you and your lover setted in each other’s arms. the leather couch has a perpetual dip, molded to joined torsos and tangled legs. nothing more is needed to beat the gelid breeze beyond the door than the heat of helios and warmth of your personal hearth: spencer’s big hands cupping your face with the softness of a chinchilla’s coat and the gentleness of the dawn’s mist. you sigh, melting into spencer’s touches as he tilts your head up to press his lips to yours. tender and brief. quickly, breadcrumbs of wispy kisses are left in a deliberate path over your skin. first to the corners of your mouth, then to your chin. thereupon, both of your cheeks are christened in a volley, revealing the formation of your content smile. “kiss me,” you whine breathily. his lips subsequently move to your temples, traveling to your forehead. “i am kissing you, silly.” spencer whispers back, beaming as bright as the sol shining down on you. there’s no need to speak in such hushed tones, but it only seems right to maintain just a bit of couth in front of the observant sun and the beckoning breeze. his lips trickled down the bridge of your nose to press a final peck to its tip. “i mean properly,” you giggle sweetly, nudging your nose against his. a chuckle rumbles in the back of his throat. spencer pulls back just enough to look down at you, his fingers push your hair away and thumbs caress your cheekbones. you can feel the love he holds for you in his gaze, it dresses you in an ethereal gossamer of comfort. he can see the desire for his lips flooding your eyes, reeling him into you. for just a second more, spencer blinks at you softly, smiles at you delicately. finally, he moves back down to your level, “your wish is my command,” he whispers against your lips before enveloping them in an impassioned embrace.

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HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER! in honor of this wonderful occasion, i'd like to share my old instagram bios w yall LMAO i stumbled across these today of all days, isn't that wild, like i do NOT remember doing this back in the day....kinda embarrassing if i think about it too hard cuz it wasn't even a fan acc it was just my personal ig that everyone from school would follow lol!

i guess my love for cm/mgg really is everlasting, it has withstood the test of time. i hope whatever he's doin, wherever he's at, whoever he's with that matthew is havin the best day!!! i sincerely wish he's laughing and smiling the way he has made me do so for the last 15 years <3

#daphne babbles #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler x reader #mgg #spencer reid #not me having NARRY STORAN in my bio i cant stand myself #okay but like i still have love for 1D and logan lerman and peter pan will always hold a special place in my weird ass heart BUTTTTT #im still DEEEEP in my love for criminal minds and mgg like i guess we're just soulmates!

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I hate when I crave and want and desire like girl if you don’t shut the fuck up and stare at the wall

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this magnetic force of a man