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beelmons · 1 year

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cw: smut (minors dni), perv!spencer (a little only), accidental auditory voyeurism, spencer is a cuckold yet again, preestablished relationship with hotch

This is a work in collab with the loml @ihavemanyhusbands

A/N: i'm losing my mind to f*cking tumblr doing insane shit so i'm not formatting this one post .

It was an impulse, the product of lack of thought; he was not a pervert, this wasn't wrong, it wasn't like that. It wasn't like he had dreamed of your curves a million times, or that he had cursed your name under his breath whenever he came on his phone screen, beautifully adorned by a picture of you.

Right, he didn't steal your neglected panties straight from your go-back after returning from a case, and he definitely wasn't pressing them against his nose, every breath covered with scent of the one thing he craved the most.

His cock, however, could not be gaslit into rejecting such thoughts, painfully strained against the folds of his pants. The fact that he was laying face down on his bed, face buried in your crumpled up underwear, was not helping.

It didn't feel fair to simply 'bust a nut' to the thought of you, regardless of how many times he had done that, when he had committed such a heinous deed to his standards. It was his punishment to not be touched, to feel the pulsating ache of desire between his legs.

He wanted so bad for his face to be buried between your legs instead, taking his time to savor you. Probably like a desperate, starved man that had long been denied a meal… which was exactly what he was.

All too often, he tried to imagine what sounds you’d make, or how your breath might tickle his ear when you sighed his name into it.

Fuck.

He couldn’t help himself. He needed some sort of relief, anything he could get. He grabbed his pillow and tucked it beneath him, between his thighs.

Needy whimpers escaped his throat as his hips bucked against the pillow. He tried to envision the firm press of your body against yours, heat radiating from you. Oh, what he’d do to get lost in that heat.

But, regardless of the potent imagination life had gifted him, it alas wasn't enough. Perhaps he was going too hard on himself, who could blame him for getting worked up due to you? Everyone knew you had driven him to madness, everyone but you. If you could just spare him a glance he would put heaven at your feet if that was what you wanted.

His hands moved on their own to set his member free, the fabric of your underwear still tangled in between his fingers, and sweat running down his back in anticipation. If he didn’t touch himself, he wasn’t cheating, right? He folded the pillow in such a way that allowed a tunnel to be formed, tightly gripping onto it so it wouldn’t unfold, and without wasting any time he slowly began to penetrate it.

His other hand helped him keep steady as his knees stuck to the mattress, giving him enough angle to let his hips swing back and forth. Your panties were sticking to his skin, slightly painful, and so he decided he needed a new place to keep them safe. The garment was moved into his mouth, safely guarded between his teeth. His tongue grazed over the specific area where your arousal once was, the faint scent of you deliciously rubbing at his nostrils.

He could picture you beneath him, his eyes falling shut to begin forming his own reality; your body would lay face down against his bed, your ass perked up the slightest to allow him the access you both craved. He imagined trailing the side of your body with his hands, and how he would grip at your buttocks enough to leave you wincing in vague pain, the ultimate proof of being his.

He was just starting to get lost in his fantasies — hips picking up speed, drool forming at the corners of his lips and head slightly tipped back in bliss — when he was interrupted by his cell phone buzzing.

Worried it might be an emergency, he begrudgingly stopped his motions and stretched towards his nightstand to grab it. He saw your name on the caller ID, and his heart began pounding in his chest for an entirely different reason.

He immediately dropped your panties from his mouth and swiped to accept the call.

“Hello?” He said, trying to keep his voice even.

On the other side of the line, there was no response. Well, at least not the kind he expected.

He could hear panting breaths and a rhythmic sort of creaking. At first, he frowned in confusion, but then his eyes widened in realization. His stomach practically dropped as his ears were suddenly blessed with your pleasured mewls.

And suddenly, another voice, one that sounded all too familiar.

"Look at you clenching around nothing. Do you want my cock that bad?"

“F-fuck, yes please…” you whimpered.

Oh.

Something like a light slap could be heard. “Such a needy pussy.”

He was in too much shock to properly process what was going on, let alone think about the ethical consequences of what he was doing, was it okay to listen to you getting fucked by, whom he presumed was, the unit chief? Was he jealous? Angry that another man was reveling in the delight that he knew your pussy was?

He would have dwelled in all those thoughts if it weren't for the way he could feel his dick twitching with excitement underneath the fabric of the pillow. The phone was dropped to his side, speaker mode on, to play the role of background melodies to his sinful activities.

The lewd noises, proof of how well Aaron could treat you, were echoing through his otherwise silent room; he closed his eyes, the final step to spiral down into the delusion he had started. His palm pressed harder down on the cushion, you certainly were tighter than that, but that would suffice, it had to.

He pictured you, once again, beneath him, begging for more into his ear just like you were doing with that other man. You asked for deeper, and deeper he went, the outline of the pillow brushing against his lower abdomen whenever he thrusted.

His free hand was pressed against his mouth to keep himself quiet, aided by the panties that he voluntarily smeared back onto his face; he had completely forgotten to press mute, too lost in the illusion of being able to wash you with pleasure.

“I’m so close, fuck,” you panted, voice strained. “Just like that, oh please don’t stop…”

Spencer could feel himself nearing the edge as well. He rutted his hips with wild abandon, wanting to reach his peak at the same time as you.

He pressed his hand tighter against his mouth, trying to stifle the little grunts low in his throat. What he would give to feel you squeezing around him, too lost in all the pleasure he could give you.

He would worship every inch of your body, memorizing every single reaction to see what you liked best. Could he ever be so lucky?

“W-where do you want it, baby?” Aaron rasped.

“Inside me, please,” you pleaded. “Don’t pull out.”

He heard the exact moment that you unraveled, your moans were a melody he never wanted to stop hearing. He was so close, so fucking close…

But then suddenly, he heard a rustle, followed by a gasp.

“Oh, shit…” you hissed, and there were more rustling sounds on the other end of the line. “Spencer?”

And just the sound of you saying his name finally undid him. As he was seized in ecstasy, he spilled all over the pillow, biting hard on the lace fabric of your panties. His movements became jerky as he rode out his high, but soon his movements stopped altogether.

His head swam from the intensity of his orgasm, and it took a moment for the reality of the situation to sink in once more. His entire face flushed with shame at his auditory voyeurism.

But on the other hand, a part of him was still thrilled at the whole thing.

“Spencer, are you there?” He heard you ask as he stifled his panting breaths.

“I don’t think he heard anything. You can probably just hang up,” Aaron said.

"Right." you answered your partner before a closing door could be heard, it was very possible Hotch had gone to take a quick shower, leaving you alone in the room. You didn't hang up right away, instead your voice lowered to a mere whisper "Spencer, if you're there, could keep this a secret? I'm very sorry you had to find out like this. I will explain everything tomorrow, but please, please, don't tell anyone. Love you, good night."

'Love you' was the best thing that could have come out of your mouth that night, second only to the spill of his name as you came, of course, but he wasn't that lucky.

He looked down at the mess he had made, evidence of the embarrassing situation he had gotten himself involved into, and yet, not a trace of regret could be found within Spencer Reid.

Why would it? The tune of your delight was engraved in his mind, the faint taste of your arousal tingling on his tongue, and the picture of your bare body seemed to be the only thing amiss. But, overall, how could this be anything but a strike of luck?

That's what he told himself, that was how he lied to himself. But this was a very dangerous game Spencer was playing, and for one simple reason: he wasn't playing in the flesh.

Therefore, it would never be enough. Not unless he had you to himself, unless he was able to be better than Hotch.

#no title this time cus i be angry at tumblr #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader smut #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #aaron hotchner x reader #in a sense #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x you smut

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sacerdotalisticsuccubus · 7 months

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To whom it may concern

Tw: suicide, rape, guns, abuse.

You probably don't know me and on account of many things are probably finding this note beside my corpse or on tumblr, i apologize if it is the first one.

Putting it simply, this world is too dangerous for me to live in. After all, how can one love when everyone they know is trying to kill them? How can one be themselves when we live in a society dominated by the freakish demand that existing peacefully amongst yourself in a unique manner is cause for riots and calls for extermination? Yet in your eyes, whom are reading this, likely find the blind eye or face the same wrath; Perhaps you have a strength in you I do not possess.

See for a long time i thought i had that will to keep going, but it became more appearent with the crime of being me that there was no possible way for me to recover from anything but reliance on those who fit the societal demands and norms. Essentially in laymonds terms, I had to rely on my girlfriend to do all the heavy lifting, and when that understandably became too much for her she too passed a blind eye to my suffering. It was not without good reason, and should you know them please do not bother them about it - i know she made mistakes, she herself knows too.

In the event blood family reads this, i have a message to help guide you in the right direction, should you be confused about this whole thing.

Fuck you.

You heard me. I don't care about your sob story, neither does the .45 entering my skull. Try to gaslight me that didn't happen with my brains all over the floor, and with this texting to every one of the extended family you have no fucking hope of covering your shitty excuse of being a person any longer.

Thank you, by the way, extended family for believing in the good within people, but perhaps reading further along i will be disowned from that title, i dont care as long as my family gets dragged down with that too.

Lets start from the beginning. Hi, my name is Wisp. Its lovely to meet you, I go by it/its and i'm very sociable and excitable, though you will never know this aside from taking my word for it or reading the comments from people who are two faced and pretend they cared about me for their pity pointed popularity contest. If anyone other than u/ Ghoul4Gals comments that they knew me in real life, they are a suck up and are not to be trusted.

Other facts about me, I'm a wraith who needs anger to feel happy. That probably doesnt make sense so let me break it down: Everyone makes energy, i don't. I need a way to get energy, pulling from peoples irritation and anger fills that up. Imagine a cup of water, but you have a hose spigot and i dont, so i have to ask for other peoples water.

And like that ive been disowned by half the family.

What? You don't think you're human? But what about the lord and his book?

For the record Chelsey and James, that book is the primary reason i am dead. Gopd job ruining the housing market.

Next, i grew up in a place called Hartfolks elementary school. Mr.Alamanotaur raped me in the library staff room and recorded it, blackmailing me for years. Oops did you think you could keep that covered up too, mom? Guess what, my pain is not some excuse to keep secret cus you are fucking angry im ruining your social status with the family!!!

Fuck! Fuck... i ... don't want to fucking do this man

I just wanna go home, but there is no home for me. I just want to hug, kiss and love but i am pushed away by my closest friends and called a freak. How am i supposed to live with that pain? How am i supposed to wake up and pretend i wasn't stabbed in middle school because of my bullies? How do i explain that despite being censored for years by the same people who are supposed to give me love and care, the reason i went to the hospital is because some asshole named Reyomi decided my life was worth less than the inconvenience of working on a project with me?

Don't... even get me fucking started on high school. I cant even remember most of it, but my body does when it shakes at night in fear of everything that came and went. I also got the honor of having to lie over and over to my extended family about how i changed my mind about being trans.

You might notice ive done nothing but focus on the bad with my childhood, and thats because it amounted to nothing. Thats right those 18 years of schooling? Nothing was used. Nothing except reading, because thats all i need to know when i say "Welcome to Land Burger" and "have a nice day". So i can say this hundreds of times and open another credit card to not be able to pay the bills.

I only met Ghouls last year. They felt inhuman too. I was so happy i wasnt alone

I just.. miss them. They went offline, i think they lost their password or something.

I think the worst part of this is i could tell you everything i love but i know it will make no difference, you still will not know who i am and i will be forgotten minutes after this letter gets closed. I like biking and hiking and vlogging, i like butterflies and raising them from infancy and potato bugs, but why does that really matter in the end when i am just a speck of a grain of a morning breakfast reading in someones day?

Fuck i havent even talked aboit what my mom has even done. Though the abuse should have been obvious when i came to meetups and christmas parties with black eyes or my pretend smiles, i once blinked help at my in laws and they didn't seem to get it.

It just is all some sick game of pretend. I should pretend im not me, i should pretend im normal, i should pretend i know what fractions are or that i can keep a healthy work life schedule. I should pretend my apartment that is evicting me is my home. But that was lost long, long ago and my landlord who charges me $2000 a month for a single bedroom can have fun trying to clean brain out of the drywall.

You know how expensive that is? I work two jobs and it doesn't come close to rent. Everything else is just so expensive anc distractions only take me so far.

I just... want ghoul back. I want my only friend, i want them to be something more, o was gonna ask them out and everything. But somehow that gets ruined and this manifesto of living incorrectly paves the way of irreversable consequences. I.. i leave all my stuff to her. I don'r want any of it going to my parents or family. I don't want extended family either. Just... do me one favor, please.

Find ghoul, tell her im sorry. Tell her i love her.

..peace.

#tw depressing thoughts #tw depression #tw su1cide #tw rap3 #writing #short story #shorts #su1c1d3 #su1c1d4l

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prettypokemonprincess · 3 years

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Heads up ladies and gents. I decided to see what this person was all about cus I enjoy weeding out the fakes so others stay safe. We started off nice here on tumblr. Then moved to hangouts, no problem, I had an old email I dont really use. I have the screen shot of their tumblr so u can see who u need to block. They evaded every question and I called them out on it. They got angry and didn't like that. Male, female, whatever. I don't care. Don't slip into someone's DMs demanding they call you by whatever titles. I was respectful the entire time, despite the fact, yeah I got pissed. She went from 0 to 100 real quick. She claimed she is from Florida and is training a slave in Alabama. If she really is, I feel bad for that slave.

#block them #fake #fake domme #18+#wtf #warning #PSA

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everykissbeginswithbae · 5 years

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Just realized my last post was completely a title my bad lmaoo

I made this tumblr specifically so I could rant about shit and get it off my chest without anyone I know In real life seeing it and I’ve done that maybe twice but BACK ON MY BULLSHIT. I’ve been deeply in love twice in my life and have had other meaningful relationships here and there. Every single one of those relationships were a joke. Got cheated on in 95% of them and my second love, I’m sure cheated (we were long distance for 3 years) and even worse abused the fuck outta me when I did live there. It fucked me up big time and repressed all that shit for 3 and a half years and i really just started seriously working on healing about 8-9 months ago. I started dating an ANGEL of a human a year and a half ago and he’s great but at this point I don’t feel the relationship is serving me anymore. I needed that kind of love to know it was possible but I’ve never gotten butterflies or nervous or passionate about him. It was always a stable type of deal and I thought I’d be fine with that forever but 1) he lives 2 hours away and quite frankly I’m sick of driving to him, he drives to me a lot too but like I don’t want to drive to him at all anymore. Like I just don’t care enough. 2) what’s the point of all the efforts of a relationship when u don’t even feel passionate/butterflies about the person. I understand passion dies in long relationships but it was never there to begin with. I was only excited to find a person as transparent as I am. The sex has gotten more and more boring and regardless how many times I tell him what I like/want he doesn’t do it. Just texts about but never about it.

I understand you’ll never love the same twice and I don’t want a passion to the point of toxic but I want to be excited to see someone if I’m gonna be with someone at all. I honestly would love if I could be single forever and have a couple buddies here and there. I miss dating girls too. Haven’t been with a lady in a long time and it’s all I’ve been thinking about when I masturbate hahaha.

Anyways the question I’m asking myself is, will any and every relationship get to this point? If so is there even a point to acting like something will last forever? Is the fact I’m still not completely healed from the trauma of my ex holding me back from really loving? December 21 was the day my ex and I were supposed to get married but luckily he beat my ass before that date so We didn’t but every year this day is so hard for me. A disappointing day. I just wish he wasn’t an alcoholic and a violent one at that. He’s never left my mind and idk of this is some John stockhome syndrome shit or a deeper psychological reason of why I can’t let I go or it’s the fact I haven’t completely healed and forgiven him. I’ve been back and forth between angry sad and disassociation. It was probably wrong of me to start dating knowing I wasn’t over my last love experience.

Although my current relationship has served me thus far, it’s starting to turn to an inconvenience which makes me feel guilty because he loves me so much like I’m his first real girlfriend, he moved out of a roommate situation and bought a house, not necessary because of me cus he’s always wanted to buy a house but I was the driving reason for the immediate purchase. Also he got a dog apparently “for me” which he was not into dogs before and he’s just done so much for me and been there for me on every level I feel like breaking up with him will be sooo mean and he’s such a pure soul I don’t want to be his first heart break because that shit SUCKS.. I’m hoping this feeling will pass. It’s only been on my mind for about a week but It keeps getting stronger. Maybe subconsciously because I knew decemever 21 was coming up. Blahhhhhhhhhh.

Why is monogomy with one person forever such a strong concept in society. Wish being single and dating people for a time was the norm and being married was rare instead of Vice Versa. Sure would take a lot of pressure off me breaking up with him if I do lol.. not like I immediately want to move onto someone else. My whole point is I don’t want to be tied to anyone. A life partner would make since if you were physically or financially unable but I’m neither soooooo at this point in my life, being only obligated to me sounds ideal af. I’m just afraid I’ll regret it and ruin everything. Sometimes I wonder if I only get attached when it’s over. My ego a bitch. Tryna kill that hoe

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