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reblog if you’re a sick fuck

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨

Warnings: It's 4th of July and I'm heavily tipsy, explicit content, Spencer Reid being a munch, Spencer Reid mb to the thought of reader, he's a fiend!! Fem! Reader in mind! Female anatomy. Uh lmk if anything else. Please request!

I'm quite tipsy off Limoncello right now so imagine Spencer so addicted to the taste of you on his lapping tongue that he'd be between your legs for hours. He'd hold your hips down with his big, veiny hands as he not-so-subtly bucked his hips against the mattress. (Eventually creaming in his pants like a teenager) His tongue would glide greedily against your swollen clit before wrapping his lips around it, sucking on it so obdenietely as he slides two fingers into your entrance. He wouldn't only be addicted to eating you out because it brought him pleasure but also because he just loves pleasing you so much. He felt it was a necessity to be at your beck and call, ready to please because how did he get so lucky to have you? When he'd be away on a case, gone for days and/or weeks- alone in his hotel room he'd let his hand travel down past his waistband and shut his eyes, remembering just how much he loved the sound of your moans, how they'd grow more and more frequent the closer you got, how your thighs would tighten around his head when his fingers would curl against your g-spot so perfectly, hips bucking towards his wet, flushed face to chase his frantic, wanton tongue.

Yeah. He'd gladly die between your thighs.

The results of Limoncello.

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𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛<𝟑

Warnings: Explicit content, face-fucking, I was horny, kind of lengthy what was meant to be short blurb (Not as long as his dick), and tears from dick-sucking, mentions of face-sitting- fem! reader in mind and female anatomy is implied.

Enjoy your dinner, loves <3

What am I thinking about? Oh, I don't know. Maybe about this particular photo of Spencer. About how when you're sucking his cock, one hand at the base reaching the length of him you couldn't reach with your mouth, tongue swirling his leaking tip, other hand fondling his balls, his hands would be tangled in your hair, nails scratching against the skin of your scalp.

He'd feel so good, just wanting to thrust his hips into your pretty, drooling mouth but he wouldn't want to hurt you. Even though the thought of you choking on him with tears pooling from your eyes did bring a strange, warm tightening to his lower stomach.

The sight of your swollen lips, furrowed brows, and big, glossy eyes staring up at him just made him want to use your throat. He's never been one to be rough but the way you looked so sinful and heavenly- a contradicting, delicious cocktail for trouble just triggered something in him he didn't even know he had.

When you pulled from his wet, glistening length he whined, your big eyes gazing up at him through those thick curtains of lashes. "I can feel you wanting something. Do you want to fuck my mouth?"And after a few moments of contemplating, discussing safe words and actions- he was thrusting into your mouth like it was your pussy, deep and desperate. His jaw was slack, never looking away from you as he had his hands on the back of your head, fingers gently threaded through the strands. His jaw would clench before it fell open again as he groaned and moaned, vulnerably letting out a few whimpers and whines when you hit just that right spot. When he finally spilled himself into your mouth, his eyes actually rolled back as he deeply moaned your name, chest heaving. Of course, after he'd praise you, telling you "You were so good, love. So good. Let me reward you." And after he had you drink some water, he'd have you ride his face like you owned him.

"REBLOG PRETTY PLEASE"- Matthew Gray Gubler (real)

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬- 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝

Warnings: Slightly suggestive and tooth achingly sweet. GENDER NEUTRAL!

-Glasses Reid falls asleep with his glasses on, more so when he naps and you have to gently slip them off so he doesn't break them.

-Glasses Reid quickly takes his glasses off when you catch him staring in awe at you, claiming "How can I be staring at you if I don't even have my glasses on that I need to see?" (He knows he sounds ridiculous)

-Glasses Reid who watches any of the movies/shows that you beg him to watch with you because..how could he not? He loved you endlessly and would do anything for you if it meant it made you happy. (And he also loves getting extra couch cuddling time)

-Glasses Reid who smiles cockily when you pout from losing- yet another- poker game and/or chess game to him (But then of course he wipes the pout off your lips with a sweet kiss)

-Glasses Reid who blushes so much, he might as well be a tomato when you giggle at his fogged up glasses from you two making out. (But he also was already red from the noises he drew from you and the feel of your lips and hands on him in itself.)

-Glasses Reid who chases your lips with his when he starts to feel you pull away, a small (cute) whine leaving his lips as he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes. (He knows how much they affect you)

-Glasses Reid who takes advantage of his puppy eyes ever since you told him they make you weak in the knees. Using them to get what he wants, which works almost every single time. (He swears he's innocent every time you try to call him out.) "Who? Me?" Then he'd kiss you to distract you, like his lips were one of his magic tricks that made you forget what you were bickering about in the first place.

-Glasses Reid who whines and whimpers. That's it.

-Glasses Reid who loves to ramble to you on and on about everything and anything you'd allow him to because you actually indulge and listen to his rants. He loves to ramble to you about things he loves or even the research he did (you don't know how or when) on the things you love.

-Glasses Reid who loves reading books to you while he runs his hand through your hair, your head on his lap, a record playing in the background.

-Glasses Reid who absolutely melts when you use his tie to pull him into a kiss, swearing you were both an angel and the devil himself in one.

-Glasses Reid who gets extremely shy and red the first time he saw you in your undergarments, immediately becoming a flushed mess. (Though he immediately couldn't keep his hands off you.)

-And Glasses Reid who just loves you with every fibre of his body, he doesn't even know how it's physically possible. He'd do anything for you (and I mean anything) but he also carries a heavy amount of fear of ever losing you because of the dangers his job inevitably ensues. But you always comfort and assure him that "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm right here, love."

(I love Glasses Reid and love him in general- love me, love me, love me please. 🖤🙏🏽)

Do what lovely Matthew said up above please! xxx

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✩Headcanons- Glasses Reid

✩Quick, horny blurb.

✩Horny and drunk random imagine

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hope your days get softer from here on out. hope the hurt lessens and the dark turns to light. you deserve gentleness and good love. I hope it finds you soon.