T | she/her | 23 | Psychology Gal | Anxiety/Depression | glasses/hearing aids | reading/writing | Fantasy/Sci-Fi | History | Christian | Bisexual |This blog (which is 18+ at times) is what it says on the tinI like a lot of fandoms (includes, but is not limited to (you can always ask ;)): Band of Brothers, The Pacific, Star Trek franchise, Doctor Who, Arrowverse, Marvel, Broadway, Supernatural, Law and Order franchise, The X-Files, MASH, Criminal Minds)I am willing to write (x reader, ships, imagines, headcanons, drabbles, preferences, one shots; not all characters or ships) /share my writingRequests are: OPEN (but may be slow bc I’m slow and have a crap ton of my own WIPS)
imagine spencer being so worked up because of you. you, his beautiful coworker that is so incredibly amazing. your smile is contagious, your personality is absolutely wonderful, and to top it all, you’re drop dead gorgeous. and today, when you came into the bureau wearing a pair of tight slacks and a blouse that revealed just enough, spencer knew he was done for.
every look you had given him, every smile, every word you spoke went directly to his cock. and usually, spencer had more than enough self control. but today most certainly wasn’t one of those days. he rushed to the bathroom, locking himself in the stall as he rushed to unbuckle his pants.
god he was so painfully hard.
spencer let out a shaky breath of relief when he pulled his pants down, allowing his cock to breathe. his length was red and angry, begging to be touched. the genius doctor licked his lips as he brought his right hand to his length, not bothering to tease himself as he began pumping himself hard and fast.
he couldn’t help but imagine you on your knees, looking up at him as his cock was in your mouth. your eyes glossy from his cock hitting the back of your throat and his fingers entangled in your hair. spencer wanted to fuck your mouth so bad.
he jerked himself off, putting his other hand on his mouth so that he didn’t let out any noises or moans. his eyes were closed in pleasure as he threw his head back. he thumbed the tip of his cock, causing his hips to jerk in his hand. and soon, with a loud gasp, he was cumming to the idea of cumming down your throat.
and when he finished, he took a moment to gather his breath, taking toilet paper to wipe off the cum on his hand. he pulled his pants back up, buckling his belt, before walking out of the stall to wash his hands. and soon, he was back at his desk with a smile on his face, as though absolutely nothing happened.
he took a glance at you while you glanced at him. and suddenly, the blood was rushing straight down to his cock as though he hadn’t just taken care of the problem.
summary: anakin fucks people that remind him of you
warnings: smut, minors dni. intense obsession (it's anakin), dubious fantasies, he doesn't treat his hookups very well
for @hanasnx who i have left waiting for far too long for this.
anakin fucks people that remind him of you.
he's hopelessly, obsessively in love with you. that much has been true since he'd met you. but you're with someone else, and no matter how much he tries willing your relationship to end; no matter how long he spends in some devilish imitation of prayer to the only god he knows, the Force, you're happy with another.
eventually, squeezing his eyes shut and picturing your face isn't enough to get him to shoot a load all over his stomach. he does it too many times, he rubs his cock raw and the novelty fades.
he makes it a point to inhale when he's near you, especially if you grace him with a hug. he commits the smell of your body spray to memory, and scours every care shop he can find until he picks up a bottle that matches your scent. he screams his throat raw into the pillow that he's sprayed with your smell as he fucks his fist. this works for a bit, but like the addiction you are, it fades again. he needs more.
he doesn't go out looking for someone like you, but when he spots a familiar haircut across the dingy lower-level bar that makes his cock twitch, he goes after them. it's not you, their face is less defined and rounder at the forehead, but he gets a terrible, awful, evil idea and he coaxes them to the back corner for a quick fuck. he squeezes his eyes shut and when they try kissing him and it doesn't bring with it a rush of your scent, he pushes them away and keeps them pinned to the wall while he jackhammers into them.
it gets worse, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling until he's fixating on a stranger with your cheekbones, a passerby whose voice sounds like yours. he lets them display their similar traits; cheekbones gets the privilege of his nose buried against their face and singsong gets to moan. if cheekbones dares moan though- it's not your voice, and he steals the breath from their lungs for just long enough to fuck it out between their hips and hike his pants back up.
the more he fucks, the worse he gets. he doesn't know he's moaning your name until someone has the gall to correct him, a breathy, "No, no, I'm- I'm Raya.'
Anakin kicks up a panicked, grunting wail as your face shatters and falls from his mind, the sound guttural and angry as he pins Raya's wrists beside their head. they're touching him but not like you would, so they're not allowed to touch him anymore. and they said their name was not yours, so they're not allowed to talk anymore. and they're ruining his fantasy, so would they just shut up so he can finish already? His raging cry covers the most part of their name but doesn't erase it; anakin has to muzzle them with his large hand to get enough of his fantasy back to where he's able to spill into your warm, wet hole, and he doesn't offer them so much as a courtesy kiss on the way out.
I swear that every single day…the urge for Spencer Reid to be real and for me to know him intimately grows a little bit stronger. Watching CM is no longer enough. Daydreaming/imagining is no longer enough. Writing and reading fic is no longer enough. I need him to be real. And I need to know him. Canon is flawed. Interpretations (including my own) are flawed. Let him be real. Let him be truly and authentically himself.
my eyes, my closed mouth smile, my hair (when it’s soft after I’ve washed it, but also the length although it’s really long rn lol), my ability to be understanding and make ppl comfortable (? I guess?), and finally, my surgery scars (they’re a part of who I am and a reminder that little baby me survived and that I’m alive today)
(I’ll put tags for ppl in later I guess lol. Everyone is a fave follower! Anyone who sees this is welcome to hop on for some self love, you deserve you, you’re beautiful!)
Hiii! Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool !
<3
Hii, and oh dear jksjs. Let's see:
1. My eyes
2. Lips
3. Creativity
4. My voice
5. My adaptability to environments despite my introversion ~
Imma tag some of em since some don't have the asks enabled :') but I appreciate em soo much even though we don't talk that often ❤️
Is it too much to ask to connect on a deep spiritual level with some peeps who read and write Spencer Reid x reader fics? I literally crave sharing silly little ideas, headcanons, writings, fics, WIPs and just chatting and being down bad together for this man