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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
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hi send me asks so i have things to talk about i'm in a Mood
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also okay i swear i'm workinf on some things for this blog that aren't just about my sex life oopsie but send me asks!!
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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
#tw exhibitionism#amelias tmi#was that the tag i said i'd use for that#it's not even really exhibitionism but i'm just being cautious#it was HOT THOUGH
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hi! only if you’re comfortable answering this—
i know you said this is your coworker, so how’s it been with him at work? or just seeing him out of a ‘bedroom’ context? i’ve only been with people i’ve 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 i’d just be nervous to feel so weird after 🙈
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 ♥️ 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
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do go on 😌 (if you’d like)
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
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i have never been fucked like that in my life. ever. THIS MAN
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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?
👀👀👀👀👀
HELLO any excuse to talk abt my questionnable sleeping with my coworker decisions 😌
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) 😌 yes i did 😌 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 ♥️
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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
#amelias nsfw#personal#tmi#this is absolutely tmi but also i cant tell any of my irls or anyone at work so u know if anyone wants to talk abt my life with me <3
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we're SUPER close to a milestone so pls feel free to send asks later on tonight is going to be feral hours (i have a lil blurb coming)
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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?)
he’s 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.”
after about five more minutes of unsubtle wiggling, he gets up under the guise of ‘getting a drink of water.’ except you STILL don’t look and desperate times call for desperate measures which is exactly why he purposely turns the tap on so hard (you’re 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.
“shit!” he shouts, at an unncessarily loud decibel, acting incredibly surprised that he’s wet for a man who just intentionally doused himself with water.
but it finally gets you to look. you don’t say anything. just smirk, amused. he’s stood there staring at you, his eyebrows pressing together, trying to comprehend what exactly you’re up to and then he realises where you’re 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 it’s wet, and it’s not an unpleasant sensation actually, it provides a good amount of the friction he so badly wants.
“look at you,” you coo, taking some paper towels off the side and wiping his t-shirt down, “you’ll really go to any lengths to get my attention won’t you baby? you’re such a whore.”
there’s 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.
“you’re so desperate spence,” 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, “you’re such a whore, aren’t you?”
his swallow is audible. he isn’t sure what to say. you’re looking up at him with eyelashes, eyes almost completely black, looking like you’re going to devour him.
he doesn’t 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 it’s no big deal at all, your tongue licking one languid stroke over the tip of his cock before you speak, “don’t you agree?”
“y-yes,” he stutters.
“good boy,” you praise, leaning in to suck a tiny mark just where the boxers end, “i should probably punish you for being so desperate.”
“p-please,” he whines, having to physically restrain himself so that he doesn’t buck his hips. the feeling of your mouth, wet, your tongue laving over him, only makes him want to be inside of you more. he’s so close, you’re 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, he’s 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 won’t for the forseeable future. sunday just got a whole lot more interesting.
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let's discuss spencer and how he is a whore (cred @spencerreidat3am for putting whore spencer thoughts in my brain)
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good evening yes i will would you like to discuss middle of the night “it’s raining outside and i got lonely” sex with spencer?
okay YES because middle of the night sex is sex with IMMACULATE VIBES and ESPECIALLY if it’s raining this is literally the most elite combination of things??
this went a little bit far and there’s 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 that’s pretty much it!!
i imagine it in one of two ways:
if you’re dating, he’s 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, “are you awake?” his voice is raspy and low, thick with sleep even though he hasn’t 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 they’re 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 doesn’t 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. he’s 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 isn’t in his hair, you do the same with your own.
surprisingly (or, perhaps, unsurprisingly) you’re wet already. who could really blame you, your incredibly hot boyfriend is so insatiable for you that he’s forgoing precious hours of sleep.
neither of you strip all the way off. he slips inside of you. it’s almost unceremonious, like you’re just meant to slot together like that, nothing out of the ordinary happening. and in a way, it isn’t, you’ve had sex plenty of times. but there’s something different about this time. the way his mouth devours you, the way every move feels measured and thought out.
there’s no loud moans. no cries of each others names. there’s a veil of peace and content shrouding you that neither of you wants to pierce. it’s 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: you’re on a case together and he can’t sleep. he hears you leave your room, so he pokes his head around his door. you’d 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.
“oh,” he breathes, a mock whisper, “sorry i didn’t mean to frighten you. i just wondered who was walking around.”
“just me,” you reply sheepishly, briskly walking the four steps down the hallway to meet him so that your voices don’t draw out the rest of your team on the floor, “sorry, did i wake you?”
he shakes his head, “no. no i was already awake.”
“you can’t sleep either?”
“no.”
“do you want to come and sit with me?”
he tips his head, considering it for a moment. it really isn’t that big a deal, you’ve hung out on plenty of occasions. even shared a bed once, although that time every single breath he’d breathed had caught in his throat whenever you came within an inch of him, his heart leaping out of his chest.
“you don’t have to,” you follow up, and watch his eyes widen, “you just could if you want to. i know it’s no fun being awake alone.”
he presses his lips together thoughtfully, “um, if it’s not too much bother. i wouldn’t want to impose.”
“i invited you,” you say, turning around and using the key card to open your bedroom door, “come in.”
he follows you into the room. there’s a double bed, and your lamp has been left on. you’d had it off when you were trying to sleep, but the storm outside is pretty bad. as if to illustrate your point, there’s a loud rumble, and you’re so startled you almost jump, your hand flying to your chest.
“i wasn’t expecting that,” you laugh.
“there’s a storm coming in from the east,” he informs you, walking in and hovering awkwardly by your bed.
“sit down,” you instruct, “make yourself comfortable.”
you clamber onto the bed yourself. the curtains are shut, but you don’t miss the flash of the lightning that comes two beats after the thunder.
“did you know it takes the sound of thunder approximately 5 seconds to travel one mile?”
“i didn’t,” you reply, crossing your legs, “is 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 didn’t know if it was true.”
he doesn’t reply for a second. mostly because your pyjama shorts rode up when you crossed your legs, exposing a sizeable amount of skin that he hadn’t 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, “y-yes, that is actually true.”
“huh,” you nod, “do you want to look at the lightning?”
“w-what?”
right on cue, there’s 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 that’s 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 you’re not looking at it after maybe three. instead, you’re looking at him, the last fragments of it reflected in the lenses of his glasses.
“do you like storms?”
“i’m not the biggest fan,” he admits.
you’re staring right at him. you see his adam’s 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. there’s a static in the air that the storm can’t be blamed for.
neither of you move. a game of almost chicken. you don’t want to be the one to make the first move incase it’s something he doesn’t want, something he’s unprepared for. but his gaze drops from your lips and back to your eyes, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip and it’s so obvious that it must be deliberate. it must be deliberate because he’s 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 what’s happening.
there’s a warmth in the air between your lips, searing hot, and your heart thrums with nerves. your nerves couldn’t possibly be quelled, it’s too much, but your knees can’t 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 didn’t want to do this, now would be an opportune time to stop you but he doesn’t. he stares at you, imploring you to come closer, pursing his lips.
he’s a blur. you’re so close to his face that the features can’t be made out anymore and it’s him, it’s 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 doesn’t 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 you’ve started you can’t quite fathom how you’d 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, he’s no longer the picture of innocence.
it happens so fast you’re not sure how you get there but what you do know is you’re on top of him, riding him, both so fucking loud that you’re not sure even the sounds of the storm can drown you out.
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giving bratty spencer a blowjob 😁
he would be so annoying about it <3 you’d be peppering kisses all along the inside of his thighs, sucking purpling marks along his hipbones and he’d 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, he’d 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 he’s 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 you’re just knelt in between his thighs. looking up at him as though you can’t quite figure out what the problem is, except you’re thumbing along his underside. you tease all the brattiness out of him, until he’s begging you to let him finish in your mouth. whether you do or not depends entirely on how bratty he’s 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 reid’s hands 😳
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!!!
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okay we love spencer’s tummy, but can we talk about his thiccc thighs in the pants he wears? like imagine how tight they are when he’s 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.
#oh there is A LOT to think about here#thighs thighs thighs#everything u write is incredible and this is so hot ?? like how do you make shrinking someones pants in the wash hot#spencer in incredibly tight pants#making out with him for over an hour just to tease him .... head FULL many many thoughts#his thighs in the later seasons .. come crush my head king <3#i cannot coherently express but there are so very many thoughts
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ok how’s the ‘after’ with super duper switch/just. regular fun sassy spencer :)))
OKAY so we covered aftercare with baby subby spence SO now:
i think it would be very very touchy. like, i think he would want to lie with you and rest his head on your boobs, would probably pull up your top and kiss them every now and again and just smile at you. i think later switchier/sassier spencer would probably be more one to initiate additional sex after the first one? like i think baby!spence would too because i think they are both Insatiable, but with baby spence it would be more little pouts and kissing and hoping you got the hint.
whereas i think later seasons spencer (particularly around like s7/8/9) would just be straight up smooching, moving you into his lap.
i think he would still like to hear you tell him how much you love him though. he’d lie his head in your lap, and your fingers would run through his hair, nails teasing along his scalp. he’d be pressing featherlight kisses along your thighs, whether sexual or not, and just generally not want you to move away from him. he’d chase you into the kitchen, and have his arms around your waist and just smoosh your back against his chest.
much less wanting touch in a needing you to be soft because reassurance way, and more in a no come back here i just want to touch you because i love you kind of thing
it’d be very much more playful. like if you got a shower together i can see there being bubble fights and tickling and him giving you shower injury facts as soon as you start beating him in the fight. he’d probably ask for things but less in a (i’m on desktop but imagine the wholesome face) way and more in a ... yes i would like a coffee yes it is 9pm are you really going to say no to this face? yeah that’s what i thought
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