#🥺 anon

[reiderwriter]

Hi!!! I really love your writing 🥺 Idk how this works so Idk if my request is alright so If it's ok for you to write it, I got this idea about Spencer turning into a player/manwhore after maeve died so he's not into y/n in the beginning but the others always joke about how she's totally in love with him and he doesn't believe until he starts to notice little things she does for him(like getting him coffee every morning, remembering everything he says) so he start to fall for her. Genre: smut with soft!Dom Spencer, dirty talk, degradation(please no daddy kink) (Sorry if it's to long, I read it's best for you if we give as much detail as possible so that's that) I'm going to identify myself with this emoji 🥺 when I read the fic or in my next requests, hope I gave you something to write with.

A/N: Thank you for the request and omg this plot has given me brain rot since you sent it in 💀 I accidentally made this a little angst-heavy for the first half but there's a very "happy ending" if you catch my drift. I hope you love it! ❤️

Summary: Spencer Reid's heart is broken. But in healing himself in the arms of countless woman, he doesn't realise he's breaking yours.

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, angst, oral (F receiving), fingering, P in V penetration, dirty talk, degradation of you squint a little, soft!Dom Spencer is incredibly soft.

My masterlist with all my other works is here, and my requests are open!

It had taken four whole months before someone on the team had confronted Spencer about his grief, his lack of sleep, his overall dreariness, and they were almost shocked that it wasn’t you that did it. When Rossi had walked up to him, offering a story about his Uncle Sal in an attempt to get him to open up, or at least seek help, the others were on the other side of the glass, shooting looks over at you, quietly enquiring with their eyes about why it hadn’’t been you to offer him that out.

But you had, you’d been trying. You’d been following him around, taking him food every couple days to make sure he was eating, sticking around to make sure that he wasn’t lonely. You’d even cleaned up after him on the particularly hard days, where he didn’t want to move from his bed and couldn’t bring himself to go outside if there was no work, no one else to save. But you couldn’t offer him more, because he already had all of you.

You’d first realised that you were in love with Spencer Reid a few months after you’d joined the team. You’d been bought on as a fresh set of eyes on a case that had a lot more to do with you then the rest of the team had been led to believe.

Your high school boyfriend had been the victim of a notorious highway murderer, and you yourself had been kidnapped by the unsub, put in hell for the following three days and escaped with your life only because of an earlier BAU team, including agents Hotchner and Rossi. When bodies had started turning up on the same stretch of highway, you needed to be involved or you’d never prove to yourself that you could do what they did to save you. That you’d be able to put your feelings aside and catch monsters.

You’d found the man responsible of course, and in restraining yourself from putting a bullet in his brain, you’d found yourself a place on the team, and some peace for a time. And then Spencer happened.

You really should have known. You were always fond of the nerdy type, of men who had such deep interests that they forgot to pay attention to social queues, who had too many cute habits (like purposefully mismatching socks) that you couldn’t help but find endearing. You’d grown close quickly, with the man grateful that there was finally someone to listen to him ramble and not judge him, and you grateful that he also held himself back enough, listened closely and well to remember so many details about your conversations. You knew an eidetic memory helped, but it was the care in the small actions, like buying you the beanie baby you lost as a child but still mourned, that you’d mentioned in conversation a grand total of one time, that really solidly made you realise. You were in love with him and had dug yourself a hole that you weren’t going to be able to climb out of anytime soon.

You’d almost told him once. Convinced that if you just explained your feelings, he’d suddenly feel the same or realise that he felt the same way, too. You’d opened your mouth to let the words run freely, but he beat you to it.

“I’ve met someone, and she’s totally brilliant and I think I might love her, and that must be an insane thing to say considering I’ve never even seen her face.” You’d willed the broken pieces of your heart together as you forced a smile on your face, ready to listen to the man who owned your heart smile for another, live for another, breath for another.

When Maeve had ultimately passed away, you knew that you’d never be able to say those words to him. You weren’t going to be the replacement for a dead woman, and you weren’t going to push those feelings on him when he was grieving. But you loved him and he needed you, so you stayed.

On the nights where he was so angry with the world that his words were biting, on the days where he said almost nothing so trapped inside his brain, in the hours between dusk and dawn where there was no rest for him, wiping away the tears that fell silently and just being as near to him as he needed.

You had some experience in broken hearts, anyways. You might as well put it to good use.

–X–

It had taken five whole months since Maeve’s death for the team to realise that Spencer was changing. He was still the same person intrinsically, ready to spring into a conversation about absolutely anything and everything that interested him at the drop of a hat, still debating with Penelope about which of them was smarter, still being teased in that playful way by Morgan. But there was a confidence to him now that was almost dangerous in the fact that it was uncharted territory for him.

You’d noticed it first on one of your regular coffee runs. The two of your were so serious about your coffee tasting like anything but actual coffee that you’d bonded over the need for a sweet treat, and had been going for coffee before all of your office shifts almost since you’d started. You were glad to have him finally back by your side, making stupid jokes about how many philosophers it would take to change a lightbulb, and actually smiling and laughing with you that you almost didn’t notice anything amiss.

But when the barista who took his order carefully slipped him her number - something she’d been doing for the whole six months you’d been frequenting that cafe - for once, he hadn’t thrown it away. He’d taken a lingering look at the digits inked neatly into the napkin and quietly slipped it into his pocket. You were confused to say the least, but since that night of your almost confession, there had been a boundary between you two in that sense.

It was almost as if, if you didn’t ask questions about Spencer’s love life, it was like he wasn’t out there, being in love. With Maeve it had worked fine because he’d never met her, and honestly, until you’d started trying to save her he hadn’t brought her up a lot. But now, you were too afraid to break your own heart again to check up on him, deciding to let it go for your own well-being.

The others had noticed soon enough. Comments about a pep in his step, his flirtacious manner with some of the female witnesses. He’d gained a few claps on the back from Morgan after closed off conversations that you had decided you were thankful not to have heard.

Because if you never saw or heard what Reid was doing, and apparently doing with multiple women, multiple times a week, then it couldn’t hurt you anymore than you were already hurting now.

–X–

It took seven months from Maeve’s death to realise that you were only fooling yourself this entire time.

Despite his new-found release, the therapy he’d found in the beds of women whose names he never learnt, there was one thing that you could still rely on with Reid, and that was your Friday night Star Trek watch-along.

You’d mentioned once a few weeks into your job that you’d never seen it before, and he’d had this absolutely starry-eyed look on his face in bewilderment, that when he’d half-heartedly suggested you watch it together, you’d leapt at the chance. Since there was so much of it, here you were over a year later, still keeping to that Friday night ritual. You’d watched it together in motels in the middle of nowhere, you’d watched it together over the Christmas holidays, you’d watched it together in the days directly after Maeve’s death, and tonight was supposed to be no different.

You pulled up to his apartment and knocked on the door, and when you couldn’t immediately hear him shout to “come in” from his kitchen as he was preparing the popcorn, you knew that something was wrong. His door was always unlocked, and he laughed at your habit of knocking on the door, insisting that you could just walk in anytime you needed.

Now that you needed to, your hand seemed heavier than ever. You gripped the cold metal of the handle, knowing exactly what you would find on the other side of the door, but still wanting to live in the clear denial of it. You prayed it was something else keeping him distracted.

You let yourself in and were welcomed with the sight that shattered your heart for the final time. There were clothes scattered across the floor, male and female. Shoes discarded in the heat of the moment. You didn’t want your eyes to follow, but your feet weren’t listening as they walked you to the bedroom door, thrust wide open, and you saw him there finally.

“Shit, Y/N, what are you doing here?” he scrambled to pull his clothes back on, to cover whatever woman it was underneath him that day, to make sure you didn’t see anymore of the image that would be burned into the back of your brain for the rest of your life.

You couldn’t say anything. You knew that he had been doing this, doing it to cope, doing it to move on, doing it to feel a sense of intimacy after he didn’t get that with Maeve. But here was the irrefutable proof that he’d never even looked at you with an ounce of the feeling you had for him. You held up the bag of snacks you usually bought to your Trek marathons as a response, the tears filling up your eyes rendering you mute as you finally tore yourself out of the room.

“Oh god, it’s Friday. I didn’t realise…. I’m sorry, can we do a raincheck, Y/N?” He guided you further out of the room, placing a hand to the small of your back to help move you along. Something in you snapped then and you recoiled from his touch, whipping your head up to him and just staring at him with all the defiance you could muster. He had broken your heart, you weren’t going to let him dismiss you that quickly.

“Y/N, why are you crying? What’s wrong, what happened? Tell me and I’ll do everything I can to fix it.” He finished his words, and made to wipe the tears from your face, but you slapped his hands away from you before he could make contact.

“Don’t… just don’t touch me, Spencer.” Those were the only words you could offer in explanation before you turned on your heel and ran straight out of his apartment for the last time.

–X–

It took one month from you storming out of his apartment for Spencer to realise that he hadn’t dreamt of Maeve in the same amount of time. Where his dreams had been full of her asking him to dance, they were now full of you recoiling from his touch, refusing to speak to him outside of your professional work, withdrawing into yourself and crying. The worst ones were the ones where you were crying because he tried desperately to hold you, to wipe the kisses away, but everytime he tried you moved further and further from his reach.

It had been a month of you ignoring him, and he still didn’t know what went wrong. Yes, you’d caught him in bed with a girl, but you knew he was doing that. You’d known from the start, and he’d known that you’d known, so surely it wasn't just that.

Morgan wasn’t helping him on that front either. He’d explained the awkward run-in in his apartment, desperate for some answers and received some pretty curt replies.

“Pretty boy, if you don’t realise what you did wrong, then there’s nothing I’m going to do to help you. You’re on your own until then.” He’d refused to talk about it anymore.

He’d thought a few times about talking to the girls on the team, but you’d been partnered with JJ for the last month on cases to avoid him, and there was a bond there between the two of you that he didn’t want to overstep.

It was in this confusion that Rossi found him again, taking pity on the boy wandering around like a lost puppy in the absence of your friendship.

“Kid, what is up with you again recently?”

“Y/N has been avoiding me, and I don’t know why. Derek said it was my fault because she… well she walked in on something that I’d rather she hadn’t, you know, and I don’t know why she still won’t talk to me because it’s been a month.” He rambled out, thankful that someone was finally hearing him out.

“If I’m understanding your insinuation here, I think I know what the problem is.” Rossi sat back, choosing his words carefully, so as not to startle the younger man. But he was so worked up all over you, missing your voice, your touch, your company, and just wanting you back in whatever way he could get you that he jumped at the very suggestion of answers.

“Then please, tell me, I’m begging you. I’ve been tearing my hair out trying to figure out what it is and I just miss her so much that it hurts.”

“Spencer, you know I usually don’t get involved in the personal lives of my coworkers, but just listen to me now, nice and calmly - and dont try to interrupt me or say a word. I know what I’m talking about, okay?” He gave a quick nod of his head, waiting with baited breath for Rossi to continue.

“The girl is in love with you. Head over heels, in fact, and has been for quite some time. And she was holding it together real nice until you decided to become this casanova and now she is heartbroken,” Spencer looked like he was about to interrupt, to spew out that that couldn’t possibly be the case, but Rossi silenced him with a look. “If you don’t believe me, you use that memory of yours and you do what you do best. Think about it.”

–X–

For the next three months, that was all Spencer did. He thought about every interaction you’d ever had. The blush on your cheeks when he’d introduced himself for the first time (and refused to shake your hand). The countless nights spent curled up on opposite sides of his couch, laughing and crying together at silly sci-fi shows. The way you’d thrown yourself into his arms after a particularly gruelling case, buried your head in his chest instead of anyone else's. The day you’d finally confessed your past to him, how he’d felt your heart beating as he held a finger to your pulse, hand gently holding yours waiting for you to finish describing the time you’d stared death in the face.

You’d noticed the change, but you wouldn’t let yourself acknowledge it fully. Noticed how he’d shoot you lingering glances from across the room, how he’d look like he had something to say when you announced you were leaving for the night. How he’d ask everyone together what their friday night plans were just to hear you admit that you were going home alone in the company of the rest of the team.

You’d noticed, and god had it given you a spark of hope that you wished would die quickly. You’d noticed, and so you weren’t as surprised when he turned up on your doorstep four months after you’d last talked to him, on another friday evening.

“What are you doing here?” you greeted him, the words coming out colder than you wanted them to seem, inwardly cursing yourself for letting your emotions get the better of you.

“Don’t make me leave, please, I just have something to ask and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Spencer, it’s been a long day, and I just want to go to bed so-”

“Do you still love me?” His words cut you off and your heart all but stopped. Your tongue grew heavy, and the inside of your mouth tasted acidic, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to fully stomach whatever conversation was coming.

“Excuse me?” you spluttered out eventually.

“Three months ago, Rossi said that you were in love with me, and I need to know that if that was the case, are you still in love with me now?” You expected some cold curious look to be gracing his face, but you looked up to see his eyes perfectly trained on your own, his mouth set in a line, a look of stony determination set on his face.

“If I say yes, what difference does that make?” you tried not to spit out the words, but you had no control over the venom in your heart.

“If you say yes, then I am going to kiss you, and then I am going to spend every last day I have on the planet making up for being an idiot for the last two years.” Your breath caught in your throat, and, not for the first time in front of Spencer Reid, you were stunned into silence.

“So, what is your answer?” He looked down at you again, and you started to see the cracks in his stony facade, started to see through to the man who desperately wanted you to say yes, to scream it at him.

The word hadn’t even fully formed on your tongue before he was crashing down into you, his mouth pleading for forgiveness and wrapping you up in him. He grabbed you and pulled you back into your apartment, whispering into each of your kisses.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” The two of you stumbled into the space, but he never moved his hands from the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks gently as his lips brushed against yours again and again.

Your legs gave way beneath you by the time you’d reached the open space of your living room, but instead of catching you, he fell to his knees with you, content for the two of you to just sit there together in each other's embrace.

“You’ve loved me this entire time, and I was too stupid to realise that you’re everything I need.” He kissed your mouth, your jaw, your neck, moving his hands from your face to your waist, pulling you in deep again as you desperately pulled away in search of breath. That only toppled you further to the ground, and he came down on top of you again as well, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head so you didn’t hurt yourself.

And you kissed him back just as fervently when your breath returned, listening to every apology and forgiving him with every touch. His kisses said “I’m sorry,” and yours said “I know,” and that was all the communication you needed for now.

He pulled your shirt over your head eventually, and your skin met the cold tile of the floor, a shiver running up your spine causing you to buck your hips up into his. He hissed at the contact and pushed his bodyweight down further into yours, his legs slotting perfectly between your splayed ones now.

“It took me too long to realise, and it has taken me too long to act on the knowledge, but I am not going to let you go again, do you understand?” he pushed his lips into yours again before you could respond, and you clawed into his shoulders as he started grinding down into your body. His hand trailed up your waist to your breasts, pulling them free from the constraints of your bra, as he let his tongue slide down from your neck to your chest.

“I need to hear you say it baby, need you to say you understand, can you do that for me?” Your body burned under his attention, back arching desperately for more contact as his tongue swirled your nipple into his mouth, gasping breaths loud enough to fill the empty air of your apartment. His stiff cock was firmly pressing against your core now, barely clothed in the pajamas you’d pulled on before his arrival.

“Spencer, yes, I need you, I need you right now, please,” grabbed at either side of his face and pulled him back up so he was face to face with you. You initiated the kiss this time, and you could feel your heart soar at the tender kiss he met you with, thankful for the reciprocation.

“Not yet, baby, not yet, okay?” he whispered in your ear, trailing his hands down to your centre and slipping his hand under your clothes. “So fucking wet for me, baby. Just for me, right, baby?” His fingers found your clit, and he started rolling it between his fingers. He worked slowly enough to drive you insane, but giving you just enough relief that you couldn’t complain.

“Yes, Spencer, yes, yes it’s all for you. Only for you,” you managed to gasp out. He shifted his hand after a few minutes, still pressing love bites down your chest, claiming you as his in the most animalistic way possible. He spread the wetness that pooled at your core around, making sure that his fingers were coated in you before pushing a single digit into your aching hole, thumb continuing to draw circles around your bundle of nerves.

“That’s my little slut, so desperate for me, so needy for me.” His words shot through you, and you started thrusting your hips up desperate for more friction with his hand. He roughly pushed you back down, pinning you under him with his free hand.

“No, baby, I’m in charge here. You sit back and relax and let me make you feel good,okay?” His words soothed you, the growing heat in the pit of your stomach fizzing in anticipation. His kisses dropped lower and lower, until he was finally pulling off your remaining clothing and replacing his thumb with his lips.

“Fuck Spencer, if you keep doing that, I’m going to-” another sharp intake as he pumped a second finger in and out of you.

“Going to what, baby? Use your words?”

“I’m going to cum, Spencer please, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.,,” you rode out your high with his face stuffed between your legs still, swallowing your loud moans for fear of the entire neighbourhood knowing just how obsessed you were with this man.

“You did so good for me, baby, so good. I love you so much, okay? I’m going to take care of you from now on, okay?” He began pressing kisses to your mouth again, and you could taste yourself against him now.

“I need you so badly, baby, are you going to let me have you?” He started pulling off his own clothing now, removing his shirt and tie, but never once leaving your embrace for too long.

“I love you so much, baby. I’m sorry for not realising before, but I realise now. I was so terrible to you after Maeve, and god, even before she died I was using you as a therapist to talk through my thoughts and fears, but I was too dense to even realise that I was only in love with Maeve because she was safe. I couldn’t meet her, couldn’t touch her, didn’t have the chance to ruin anything I had with her. I couldn't realise that she wasn’t you, that she wasn’t going to feel like you do in my arms. And maybe some part of me loved her, but we were using each other, and I was using her to avoid confronting how I felt about you.”

“And how I feel for you is different. I am obsessed with you, Y/N. I am so madly in love with you that the last four months have felt like hell. I could have emptied myself of all the blood in my body and still my heart would be beating for you. Do you understand?”

You answered in a chaste kiss on his lips, sweet and quick, but as much as you could muster without driving yourself to the brink of insanity getting yourself high on his touch.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want now, okay?” He’d unbuttoned his pants shortly after that and you stared transfixed at the head of his cock poking up and out of them, desperate to see it, touch it, taste it.

“I need you inside of me, Spence, please,” you cried out, tears welling in your eyes at the tender contact, the confession. All the emotions you’d been burying for the last four months bubbling to the surface, dancing around your head as he made you dizzy with desire.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” with the last of his clothing removed he was finally free, taking his heavy,aching cock in his hand and lining himself up with you. With a single thrust, and another confession of love, he gave you what you wanted so much.

“You wanted me like this, baby? So desperate to have my cock inside you?” he plagued you with questions as you adjusted to his size, watching your face for any discomfort as you mumbled out yes after yes.

“Me too, baby. I wanted you just like this, wanted you so desperate and dripping for me that I could slide right in, wanted you like this for me and only me.” He began thrusting then, slowly pumping his cock into you, heavy with each return, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the ensemble of your moans.

“I love you,” he said again, and with each thrust of his hips, and you responded in kind, matching his thrusts with your own and pressing a kiss into the skin of his shoulders. You were so desperate and needy, so starved of touch and starved of one another that neither of you lasted long. Your bodies were so in sync that as soon as he’d pushed you over the edge for a second time, you could feel him spill himself inside you, filling you completely.

He rolled off you, but didn’t leave you there, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. He cleaned you up as much as possible, then folded you back into his arms, holding you again so tenderly that you let the tears flow down your cheeks for a final time.

It was Friday night, and he was here, and he loved you. You weren’t going to let him go again.

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[lesbonym]

i’ll wrap my legs around your head so you’re even closer to me, i want you to taste every part of me 🥺 then i’d softly beg for your fingers.

Begging for my fingers? Need to feel me so deep inside you, don't you? I'll wrap my lips around your sensitive clit, sucking so perfectly before I slip my fingers in. Groaning as I feel you clenching around my fingers as I slip deeper and deeper.

I'll curl them exactly where you need just to hear your beautiful moans. The only sounds you'll hear is our moans and your wetness as I pick up speed. I'll keep curling into that special spot until you scream with pleasure, cumming all over my hand.

#🥺 anon #emoji anons #emoji anon #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #nblw #anon ask #lesbian nsft #wlw nsft #sapphic nsft

[hotchs-big-hands]

Oh my goodness you are too sweet I absolutely adore you THANK YOU.

I also saw this post and it made me think of Aaron because HE WOULD.

https://www.tumblr.com/kneelbeforezod/728262364136439808/edges-you-til-you-say-something-nice-about

Especially if he knew you struggled with body image issues. Just casually throughout the day he’d be reassuring you with tiny kisses against the side of your head or a hand on your hip. And praise. So much praise. Making sure you knew just how beautiful he thought you were!!

And those days he could tell words weren’t doing *quite enough* to prove it, he’d have you literally shaking, showing you just how much he loves you and your curves.

Just UGH.

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AWHHHH 🥺ANON I ADORE YOU TOO 💖💖💖💖💖 YOURE SO SWEET

I love that post SM!!! It screams Aaron as FUCK cuz he wants to make sure his sweet babe feels GOOD abt herself 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖 he's always happy to tell you all the things he loves and adores abt your body; your yummy, soft neck for kissing and nuzzling into, your pretty breasts and stomach that makes his head feel fuzzy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 your beautiful thighs and butt that he loves to grab and squeeze and hold onto... you're just so fucking gorgeous and he can't get enough of you 🥰🥰🥰

But when those days come where you've tried all you could to feel good about yourself but no matter what it just doesn't work, he'll change tactics. He is still s o loving and caring as he showers your body in kisses and words of affirmation, but when you're writhing beneath him desperate to cum he stops. Head swimming from the cut off orgasm you whine, moaning his name in question. And he hums, stroking your trembling thighs.

"Sweetheart... I'm not gonna let you cum because only good girls get to cum. And you're not being a good girl to yourself." He murmurs into your ear, nibbling the tip of it. Your eyes water and you begin to close your legs in hopes of rubbing them together to relieve the sensation. But he doesn't let you, pushing your legs apart again and lightly slapping your poor clit.

"No, naughty girl. You're going to take what I give you until you learn to be a good girl to yourself."

You find yourself eventually bound to the bed, legs spread with nowhere to move or help yourself and Aaron kneels in front of you, hands rubbing the tender flesh of your inner thighs. You whimper.

"P-please... please let me cum, sir!" You babble, only to earn a light slap on your thigh.

"No, not until you say nice things about yourself." Aaron retorts firmly, beginning to slide his fingers up and down your drenched slit. He slides two fingers inside you; his middle and ring finger, and begins to crook them up into your g-spot. You gasp out, squirming in the bindings around your wrists and ankles.

"S-sir- Aaron!" You squeak as he begins to finger fuck you hard, slick sounds echoing through the room. You're close again, only for him to rip his fingers away before you can cum. It makes you cry.

He smooths his hands down your plush stomach, squeezing and grabbing at the flesh.

"Come on, do it. Say something nice about yourself. About your body." He coos, slipping his fingers back down to your pussy to thrust them into you again. Your head feels sluggish, but you try, try so fucking hard to say something, anything.

"I-I'm I have nice thighs!" You blurt out, earning a hum of approval.

"Mhm, daddy loves these fucking thighs. Loves humping them, biting and kissing them, laying my head on them. You're doing so well for me."

You cry out when his fingers leave your pussy again, slapping your clit before plunging back in. He wanted more. Needed you to say more good things about yourself. It was going to be a long session for you....

#YOINK #🥺 anon #💌 ah asks #nsfw. #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader smut #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader smut

[onsunnyside]

Sonny idk if you’ve played the game The Last of Us but it’s my love again due to the show. But it’s got me thinking about a zombie apocalypse au with Curtis

~🥺

I haven't played it but I've watched a bunch of let's plays !! if I could rewatch a video game series all over again for the first time, it would be that one, or Detroit: become human 🥰 I also want to watch the show bc Pedro Pascal keeps popping up in my life and I think it's a sign to expand my love for a new dilf 🌚

AHHH ZOMBIE AU WITH CURTIS ?? this is what I'm thinking:

You're working on the gardens in your camp when people race towards the front gates, whispering about an intruder. Curiosity gets the better of you and you follow, just catching a glimpse of a man being led to the interrogation quarters. There's dirt and dried blood on his bearded cheeks, he's wearing a torn beanie and clothes that have seen better days. You barely notice the axe in his backpack before he disappears around the corner. And just like that, everyone is dispersed back to their jobs. 

"Who was he?" You ask, jogging to Sam's side. 

"Don't know, looks like he's been through shit from that scar on his face." He replies, the more cautious type when it came to new people, it took him weeks to warm up to you. "Let's hope he isn't bad news." 

It turns out he isn’t bad news after all, Curtis is a close friend of Carol’s (your leader) from the beginning of the apocalypse and by some miracle, ended up in your area. You heard through the grapevine that he’s been alone for a while, lived off the land, scavenged and travelled all over the country. 

total lumberjack/hunter vibes if you get what I mean. his few flannels and worn t-shirts... scruffy beard and deep voice... mhm yes

sweet, sweet you can’t help but want to know more about him but you aren’t the only one 😳 You watch him brush off attempts at conversations in the cafeteria, hanging his head low and slowly eating his food. 

“Stop staring at him.” 

“I wasn’t.” You nudge Wanda back, ducking down as he stands up and takes his plate to the kitchen. Your eyes follow his broad back, the defined muscles shifting under his thin white henley, and the fabric of his cargo pants clinging to his thighs. 

let's be honest, you’ve been alone for a long time, there was no shame in looking. fantasizes and foggy memories can only last so long !!  

Curtis being Curtis plays up the stoic, big bad mean man !! Shrugging off any attempts of friendship from the other campers, keeping to himself and his duties and only actually speaking to Carol or Steve, her second in command. 

you know it can end in tears or a bruised ego, but you want to try too !! What's the worst that could happen that hasn't already happened? 

Life right now was as terrible as it could get, so you take a chance: bringing him a fresh little basket of berries and some spare sheets you had lying around. To your dismay, he barely mutters a 'thanks' 🥺before continuing to mess with an engine, sleeves rolled up and that worn beanie on his head. 

You know when to take a hint and gather the last bit of dignity, “uh, there’s a group birthday party tonight if you want to come. Everyone is going… uhm, no gifts necessary.” When he doesn’t respond, you hide away from the other men’s stares, knowing well enough that Sam’s was one of sympathy. “I-It’s a lot of fun, they play music, the kitchen makes a few cakes, and Carol let’s us stay up as long as we want.” 

“As long as you’re all up on time the next day, I don’t care.” She said during one community meeting, “we deserve to have fun, even when life is so shitty.” 

Again silence, not even a glance at you or the perfectly red and purple berries on the workbench. You take your losses, wrapping them around yourself in a form of self soothing and start walking away 🥺🥺

The clang of metal and a voice freezes your feet in the dirt, “How do you even know what day it is?”

“We don’t.” You swallow your nerves, grateful for more than one syllable, “we try to go by months. The changing seasons help,” although you didn’t get much of that here, “but we guess for the most part.”

and oh my... does he go ?? how long does it take for him to warm up to you ?? DOES HE EAT THE BERRIES ?? AHH and the smut ?? THE KINKS ???? THE FILTH ??????? I HAVE MANY THOTS ABOUT THIS GRUMPY MAN

#sonny drabbles #sonnysprompts #curtis loving hours #curtis everett au #Curtis Everett #Curtis Everett drabble #Curtis Everett x reader #Curtis Everett fanfic #Curtis Everett fanfiction #zombie apocolypse au #🥺 anon

[rachelsfav-queer]

Wednesday in baby talk AGH 🥺🥺🥺🥺

YESSSSSS

And of course, Mommy and Daddy are able to understand her perfectly lol like just imagine???

*Incoherent babbling*

"Of course little raven! Come on, come sit on Mommy's lap. There you go, yep! Okay baby, go ahead and nurse, sweet raven."

ORRRRR

*Unintelligible mumbling*

"Oh really!? Wow, that's amazing, baby bird! C'mere, let Daddy hold you while you tell her more!"

LIKE THEY'RE ALL JUST SO FUCKING CUUUUUUUTTTEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

#🥺 anon #ask answered #vampravenwolf #baby wednesday #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #agere wednesday #age regression #sfw littlespace

[peppermintmochafem]

Hurt me mommy? I just woke up from a dream I had about you but I can’t remember it… I’m so desperate for you rn Please just have your way with me I promise I’ll obey no matter how mean you get I’ll take whatever you give me like a good boy

-🥺

you woke up craving pain sweetheart? that sounds like a perfect way to start your day! you will be covered in reminders of me 🥰

There is something about starting the day off that way I think! Getting to hurt you and then gently getting you ready for your day, already having your outfit laid out for you. sending you off with a goodbye kiss to go about your day sore/in pain and playfully saying I hope you think about me today! Once you got home and bruises were starting to develop mockingly asking you what happened to you today while pressing down on sore spots.

#love letters only #💌 asks #nsft text #tw implied violence #This is so cute omg?? #🥺 anon #Thank you for having me in your dreams <3 #This is slightly tender hope that's okay! #I know you would be a good boy <3

[obsessive-valentine]

Thank you so much for accepting my request for new post about the fae childhood yandere friend...he's got my heart with how gentle hes being and how understanding he is..he is my favourite among all your other creations.he made my heart full of warmth❤️..the way you write is magical and endearing 💖🥺..im glad u think my English is understandable..

btw can I be "🥺"anon

...thank u ! ❤️

You’re gonna make me cry 🥲🤚 I appreciate the kind words and I’m glad some people are enjoying my writing, I started writing in my free time just to escape from reality and learn, so I’m very happy other people are benefiting from it in a way too.

I love my childhood fae character and can’t wait to give him some character development because out of the rest I feel he’s one of the more complex characters due to being from another world and having previous relations with darling. He’s so stuck in his ways in the beginning and can be seen as to relaxed for the situation he’s put darling in and a bit cocky but he has the most pure love for darling (which is odd for Fae to have such attachments). He just needs to learn how to express that pure love in a human way that darling will understand.

Of course you can be ‘🥺anon’ ! Thanks again for the kind words ❤️

#🥺 anon #yandere childhood friend #yandere oc #yandere #val-asks

[doing-something-unholy]

Father, my mind continues to wonder.

Sitting in service today, I couldn't focus as my fantasies filled my mind.

It's difficult to keep from alleviating my stress.

I do hope you're having an easier time this lent then I am.

- 🥺

I'm afraid we're in similar situations. Days where there's nothing that requires my focus going on lead to that focus wandering. But in service? My mind hasn't strayed that far yet. During the reading of the word of God, your mind wanders to impure thoughts? I hope you sought confession before receiving communion, I'd hate to think what lewd thoughts your mind would conjure if you received the host on your tounge.

#priest kink #heirophilia #heiro l3nt #🥺 anon

[phamphamz]

Hmm, hmm, hmm

Interesting

IF I send you my discord next ask, how about we actually get to know each other and work from there?

-🥺

that made me a little shy I wasn't expecting that at all... but yes of course that sounds good!

#💌 replies #🥺 anon

[lesbielol]

hi can i be 🥺 anon? i love your blog honey

26, she/her

ofc you can!! thank you so much 🫶🏻

#lesbian #les.answers #wlw blog #🥺 anon

[lesbonym]

i want you between my legs. teasing me. i want your tongue on my clit. making me moan and my body shake. 🥺 have your way with me.

I've be so desperate to get a taste of you again, baby. Wanna hold your pretty thighs open, sucking marks and biting into them. Just watching you get wetter and clench around nothing. Then I'll finally tease you so softly with my tongue, my hands keeping your hips down so you can't grind and get what you want.

Wanna drag this out so I can taste you forever on my tongue. Wanna feel you tremble and squirm as I slowly and more pressure until my face is buried between your thighs. Want you to squeeze them around my head until you are screaming for me.

#🥺 anon #emoji anons #emoji anon #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #nblw #anon ask #lesbian nsft #wlw nsft #sapphic nsft #anon asks

[crybabyfucktoy]

it was on Thanksgiving and I went to his house, but he wound up taking me to a different party. when we got there he made me drink a few cups of a vodka drink and then some jin and tonic after that. when he saw that there was nobody else in the room we were in, he took out his dick and told me to rub it (I was stil a virgin at the time).. I tried to tell him no but he took my hand and put it on his dick. he asked if I wanted to go all the way and I told him no. he didn't like that and pushed me down and started choking me until I told him it was okay. he lifted my dress and tore my stockings. I wasn't even wet but he still pushed himself into me and went until he came inside. when I asked him to bring me home, he threatened me and told me he'd hurt me worse if I told anyone what he did

I feel like I might get wet if I ever get raped again 🤭

🥺

oof.. I was just telling someone the other day how much i love forced/guided cock touching like that.. tank u so much for sharing tho nonny🤭 while I'm sorry it happened to you, im glad you've joined the rape kink crew loll the rkc? or maybe the cncc? for cnc crew? lmao idk ignore me..im high af rn lol

#but i do highly recommend getting raped while drunk or high lol its fun to know ur in even less control lol #tank u for sharing thoughhh #ilysm already #also is the little cute pouty face gonna be ur signature? #if so youll have ur own tag now hehe youd be #🥺 anon #🤭🤭🤭 #answered

[onsunnyside]

What about a gangbang with cult leader ari and The other Dilfs you write for and y/n is the only girl! That they keep in the cult . The Daddies range from soft to rough softest being jake jensen the roughest being Lloyd , Curtis , bobby pronge etc Second soft is Dilf ari , Bearded steve and andy (who also is ari's second hand who keeps them off legal turmoil)

ooo i wouldn't mind this !! but i also had one about cult leader!reader instead

#cult au #cult ari #wips ask #🥺 anon

[rachelsfav-queer]

More HC with baby Wednesday nursing? 🥺🥺🥺

- 🥺

Ooo okie!!

So, I said before but

Whenever Wednesday actually wants to nurse, she goes Mommy

Daddy’s technically not alive so she can’t produce milk

So Wednesday will go to her if she just needs the sensation or needs some cold for comfort

Wednesday doesn’t nurse very often

But when she does she goes on for actual hours

(Werewolf healing bs idk)

And she really doesn’t care much where they do, as long as it’s in private

There’s been plenty of times where they’ve been at the table eating a meal

And Wednesday just stands up

(provided she’s not in a high chair cause I like that idea)

And she’ll sit on Mommy’s lap and ask to nurse

Which Enid always lets her

And you can bet that half of Yoko’s photo album on her phone is just of them nursing

There’s a few times that Wednesday accidentally bites Mommy/Daddy’s nipple

And she immediately feels SO SO bad about it

She starts crying and apologizing

But,,,,,,,

Mommy and Daddy have a neat little trick to calm her down

…

MORE NURSING!!!!

It always works

Like,,, ALWAYS

Mommy and Daddy also benefit from the nursing

They’re both calmed by the feeling of their baby sucking on their nipple

And the sight of Wednesday laying there in front of them always makes them smile

And for Mommy, it helps with a lot of stress

Something, something bonding experience I think lol

There was one time that Wednesday needed to nurse while in public

They were at a park and she was feeling overstimulated and she started tugging at Enid’s shirt

Thankfully Auntie Bianca was there and was able to think quickly

She grabbed an extra blanket and wrapped it around Enid then had Wednesday crawl under it

Then Bianca and Yoko sat on either side of the two, blocking them from view as much as possible

And Enid let Wednesday suckle as much as she needed

Also nursing almost always makes Baby Wednesday fall asleep

And there have been quite a few times Mommy and Daddy have fallen asleep to the feeling too

#🥺 anon #ask answered #vampravenwolf #baby wednesday #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #agere wednesday #sfw littlespace #adult nursing relationship

[peppermintmochafem]

Please please please mommy will you think for me?? I just wanna follow all your commands like a good puppy Butch please will you let me??

-🥺

Of course I will let you <3 I just don't know how you are going to be able to follow all my commands being such a stupid pup 🥺

#love letters only #nsft text #💌 asks #asks #dumbification #puppy butches <333 #fav <3 #🥺 anon

[munsonthemisfit]

😭😭 poor baby Las cosas que te haría ahora mismo Quiero que me folles todo el día hasta que esté entumecida

-🥺

Idk what this says 🧍🏻

#pouty anon #eddie munson #answered #🥺 anon #🥺