bucatini cooked by spencer please! 'pressing kisses to their hips', can you make it nsfw?
ok and if i say i was hoping someone would request this prompt? im so glad its with spencer :))
1k event mlist!
order another dish?
0.5k, spencer reid x fem!reader | very very fluffy early morning foreplay, SMUT MDNI, borderline oral (fem!recieving), spencer is annoying and horny but he lovesssss you
Spencer's in rare form today, lazy and languid like a cat. Usually, you're overjoyed when he's this way. This Spencer is the one that results in days spent tangled up in each other into the late morning, cooking together until the dead of night, reading together under the sun.
However, today his mood's a bit more infuriating to you than anything else.
It began wonderfully, waking up with him draped over you, slightly chapped lips mouthing at your jaw as he murmurs to you.
"Come on, angel... Time to wake up, please,"
His voice is low, vocal chords rumbling around each vowel. At the first sign of your wakening, he shifts, lips travelling lower and lower as he murmurs to you.
"Let's spend the day inside, huh? You've got the day off, and I can— I can call out sick, for once."
He's reached your chest, greedy hands pushing up your (his) shirt to brush his lips over your nipples. A deep, satisfied hum leaves the back of his throat, sending a thrill through you.
The beginnings of desire start to swirl deep in your belly, your sleep-addled brain mustering only a whine in response to his ministrations.
He hears you, though. A muffled laugh resounds agains the soft tissue of your breast, a large hand wrapping around your hip.
"Okay, I get it, no need to berate me."
He moves further, lips dragging down your stomach until he reaches your pelvis, laving his tongue over the the skin just above the waistband of your shorts.
"Can I, honey?"
His eyes dart up to watch you, pools of amber and nutmeg capturing your attention so wholly that you can barely remember what he asks.
It takes a second, but your hands eagerly respond to his question, shoving at your shorts until you clumsily get them down to your knees.
Another chuckles leaves his chest, his lithe fingers helping you shuck the shorts off your ankles. His mouth returns immediately, sucking at the sensitive skin over your hipbone, fingers digging into the plush of your skin indulgently.
You're on the edge, brimming with the anticipation of his mouth on your cunt, finally.
But he's taking his sweet time, dotting kisses up and down your hip as if his only goal is to madden you. Peering down at him, you can see his eyes are shut, all his attention lavished to teasing you like this.
Your voice is slowly coming back to you, so you finally pipe up.
"Spencer..."
Looking up at you, his eyes dance with amusement. He knows what he's doing, the asshole.
"What is it, baby?"
"Please? I want you to touch me."
He seems to melt immediately when you plead, having never had much willpower when it comes to resisting you.
Moving up to hover over your face, he dots a kiss to your lips, before squeezing your hip one more time.
"Okay, honey."
He descends lips on your core, and you liquefy into the sheets, feeling as languid as he seems to be.
Olive Garden has bucatini available for a limited time. Is it still the superior pasta?
You know it's funny, I read this and thought "Did I ever feel that enthusiastic about...bucatini?" but life is long and memory is not, so I searched back in my tumblr because I know I'd tried some and couldn't recall why. Turns out it was because of an article about the Bucatini Shortage of 2020, and my mind was blown that there are people who eat one kind of pasta so regularly that they'd not only notice but be impacted by the shortage.
I am about 30% radiatore pasta by body weight these days and just made a literal gallon of red sauce to see me through the summer, so I kinda get it now.
Anyway, my reaction was that it was mid, and didn't seem to retain more sauce than regular spaghetti.
Now, that said, if you're thinking of going to Olive Garden for the limited time bucatini I say go for it. I made my own dish with bucatini I bought from the store, and while people do slam on Olive Garden for a number of justified reasons, a professional chef at Olive Garden is going to make a better bucatini dish than I would, and maybe it just needs a more skilled hand to make it worthwhile.
Now that I'm reminded of the Bucatini Experiment, I might have to order some next time I'm at an Italian restaurant. I think my folks are taking me to one when I'm in Texas -- an independent Italian place moved into a former Mighty Fine Burgers place near them, which should be fascinating to experience.
Description: spaghetti if it was a poorly made straw
First Take Points: 1 - i bought bucatini. i cooked bucatini. i tried to slurp a broth thru a bucatini. the broth could not be slurped, my friends. i ate the bucatini anyway, so i guess the first bucatini dish can best be described as "long useless noodles in a yummy vegetable/herb broth"
Remix Bonus Points: 1 - sigh. i'm gonna eat it again, but it needs a hearty chunky red sauce. under no circumstances will i put it in a broth again, that's just cruel taunting.
Amusement Points: 1 - i'll give it a point on name alone; it's fun to say and i find it delightfully misleading. it sounds TEENY.
Annoyance Deductions: 5 - i am unreasonably upset that bucatini is not just a pasta straw. like.... it's RIGHT THERE. just. just make a straw. don't fuck about with it, mate, MAKE. A. STRAW. there are so many good (and to be perfectly clear here, we are talking chaotic good) things you could do with a pasta straw! most of them revolve around drinking different soup-bases through them, but just think, a flexible straw for broth sippin'? boss. but no, bucatini is somehow the worst of both worlds: it's super-thick spaghetti AND it doesn't function as a straw.
Alternative Uses: AS 👏 A 👏 STRAW 👏 (but not really, you can't do that)
