elle

all my love belongs to you, you are its’ keeper.

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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄!

elle, 21, she/they but any work, lesbian! 18+ MDNI mainly a cm nsfw blog, not super comfy interacting w minors so plz be aware of that beforehand.

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀: criminal minds, yellowjackets, interview with the vampire, hannibal

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐒: taylor russell, chloë sevigny, olivia rodrigo, laufey, bea, and clairo

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REOWRRRR

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CALL ME!!!!

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Mm… what’s he doing at starbucks! i’m really hoping he didn’t order anything i know he was there filming a gublerween special so

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Happy pride month to Joan Baez reading an adult magazine

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his loser boy personality and puppy dog eyes have captivated me Spencerrrr I’m so drunk rn Spencerrrr 😭😭💔💔

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god that’s just given me fanny flutters

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that can happen if you look at him for too long

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the 7th pic he’s like a puppy tilting his head I CANT!!

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who is teaching him this i know it’s not me so WHO!!

[nereidprinc3ss]

i feel faint. he’s not allowed to talk to other girls so i sure hope he learned that from the internet

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at this point he’s just trashy

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Feverish

Spencer Reid x Reader

18+ ❤️‍🔥

Spencer can’t keep his hands off of you in his fever induced delirium.

Inspired by a scene from The Tearsmith (on Netflix)

“What happened?” You ask Morgan who’s got Spencer’s arm draped over his shoulder.

Spencer is out of it, delirious, coated in sweat. Yet he grins at you.

“Popped for the flu, probably from those kids earlier this week,” Morgan answers as he puts Spencer in the passenger seat of your car.

“I knew the flu shot was a waste of time,” Spencer muses. “It’s an educated guess at best as for what strain will circulate through the population,” he scoffs and shoves on sunglasses.

“Wonderful,” you groan.

“You’ve already been sick this season, you’re probably fine,” Spencer mumbles and lulls his head back in the seat.

“I think that’s why he said to call you,” Morgan smiles.

“Well, it’s great to see you again. Stay safe,” Morgan hugs you by way of farewell.

Taking care of your sick ex boyfriend on your long anticipated three day weekend was not high on your bucket list. But here you were.

You drop into the car next to him and he’s already fast asleep. Feeling his forehead, you confirm that he’s burning up.

You and Spencer had ended things amicably four weeks ago. Your crazy schedule as a labor and delivery nurse didn’t mesh well with his chaotic FBI job. It didn’t mean you didn’t care for him. Perhaps that made seeing him so sick that much harder.

“Come on,” you help him from the car and into your house.

He stumbles up the front steps but you’re able to hold him up.

“Sorry, dizzy,” he murmurs.

“It’s okay,” you place your hand at the center of his chest, pushing yourself under his arm further to support his tall frame. The heat coming off of him could almost burn you.

You had never been more grateful that you opted for a one floor house. You imagined getting him up a flight of stairs would be impossible.

“Here,” you sit him on the edge of your king sized bed but he just flops onto his side, tucking his face into your pillow. He breaths in deeply, you can hear how congested he is.

You hurry to your medicine cabinet to get him a concoction of fever reducers.

“Take this,” you sit him up.

He barely opens his eyes, just groggily obeys and trusts the pills you’re giving him. He knows you’d never do anything to hurt him.

You wipe the water from his lips gently. He purses his mouth as though to kiss the pad of your thumb longingly.

You slowly undo the buttons of his shirt, you needed to cool him down. He’s drenched in sweat.

“Sit up,” you pull him up with a hand on the back of his neck and push the shirt off of his shoulders. Your eyes trace his body longingly, but only for a moment.

You gently lay him back down and start undoing his converse so he can get more comfortable. He groans at the movements as you tug the shoes off and discard them, adoring his mismatched socks.

You brush his hair from his forehead and prompt him to open his eyes. He does but they’re heavy with fatigue.

“You’re going to be fine Spence, just tell me if you need anything,” you whisper.

You gently caress his cheek, his eyes fluttering closed. You relax your hand in the center of his bare chest, unable to help how drawn to him you are. You missed him. His lean body with the thin sheen of sweat had your heart fluttering. Touching him was too much, too overwhelming. You sigh and stand from the bed.

His arm wraps around your waist and he tugs you weakly back into the bed. You fall half onto him and half next to him.

“Don’t go,” he murmurs and buries his face in your stomach like you’re all he’ll ever need. You run your hands through his long hair and hold him close to comfort him. It doesn’t even bother you that his hair is damp, you just want to help him.

He pulls you more onto him and twists his hands into your shirt. You’re nearly straddling him now, leaning over him as he groans and begs for you to be closer.

“Spence,” you warn.

He nudges his face into your abdomen, between your breasts. He’s so out of it you doubt he’s even aware of his actions. His mouth clamps over your nipple which is hardening through your shirt. This is so wrong, but it feels so fucking good.

Your body reacts to him, your hips grinding down against his. You can’t help it.

Your tank top rides up and his mouth trails sloppily against your now exposed skin, causing you to suck air through your teeth harshly. He’s kind of kissing you, but more seemingly needing to touch you with his mouth. He leaves moist trails of kisses against your stomach. He grapples at your body, he’s needy, he’s panting. He’s whimpering against you.

He’s burning up.

“Shhh, Spence,” you sink down next to him and nestle into the crook of his arm.

You push away your arousal. That was not happening right now.

Besides, clear headed Spencer wouldn’t touch you that way after breaking up.

“Need you,” he moans.

“Not right now baby,” the nickname slips out. It was habit.

His buries his face in the crook of your neck, he’s breathing hard as his hand trails down your body. He digs his nails into the soft skin on your hips and squeezes lovingly. His fingertips move down the plane of your stomach and graze just under the edge of your waistband but he goes no further. You take in the sight of his large hand on your body again, those fingers, the way the muscles and veins move as he does. Your traitorous pussy clenches around absolutely nothing. Ugh.

He begins to kiss the soft spot of your neck and you can’t help but to tilt your head to give him better access. His hand moves up to squeeze your breast, pulling a moan from you. God you needed him so bad. But he was so sick. His desperation for you was driving you mad.

You hear him shudder as a chill washes over him. But he ignores it, moving so his laying on you, kissing your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. His eyes are still closed, heavy with sickness. But he slides his strong arms under you to hold you even closer to him as he continues to kiss and sucking at your neck. He nudges your tank top down and pulls your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Ah, Spencer. Baby,” you writhe beneath him, but he’s got you pinned.

He kisses you until he can’t anymore, until his grip on you grows weaker and his mouth lingers on you longer.

He grows tired and rests his head on your chest. He keeps you beneath him, most of his body weight laying between your legs. His head rests on your stomach as he starts to doze off. His warm breath fans against your skin.

You push your hand into his hair to keep him right where he is. He’s absorbing your body heat, his breathing beginning to slow.

A content sigh escapes his chest and he finally falls asleep.

You can still feel the ghosts of his hands and lips, messy and needy on your body. It’s like he was devouring you, like you were the only thing that could save him. He was absolutely out of his mind, acting on instinct and primal need despite being sick. It’s like he couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop himself from touching you.

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This is so… i can’t even describe it my head is spinning

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god that’s just given me fanny flutters

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who is teaching him this i know it’s not me so WHO!!

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[sculien]

Emily Prentiss Criminal Minds 4.12

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blue. what’s your favorite sex position?

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fell to my knees and started peeling my face off i hate him so bad everything he does turns me on STOP IT

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move your hand sex | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: having move your hand sex with spencer

"Oh god-fuck, Spence!" You moaned, thighs starting to tremble and back arching off of the bed. Spencer hovered over you with his hands on your knees, keeping your legs spread for him.

"S'so much." You cried, hand moving down between your legs. Spencer was entranced with watching his cock disappear into your cunt, when you put your hand in between your legs you blocked his view.

"Move your fucking hand." He snapped his hips forward even harder, you whimpered but still moved your hand and grabbed onto the sheets instead. Spencer placed his hands above your head and started to fuck into you faster. Just as he felt your walls clamping down on his cock he pulled out, you gasped and reached for him to try and pull him back in.

Spencer flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your hips off of the bed. He slapped your ass a few times before guiding his cock back into your cunt, he grabbed your arms and held them behind your back.

The bed rocked from the brutal pace of his thrust, creaking underneath you. Spencer could care less about the sound of the bed, all he could manage to think about was the lewd moans pouring from your mouth and the tightness of your cunt around his cock.

Drool spilled from your mouth and pooled onto the pillow your face was pressed against. Your eyes closed tightly as you felt your fast approaching orgasm, you started to push your ass back into him, desperate to cum on his cock.

Spencer's head tipped back with a low groan, his thrust starting to get sloppy. He let go of your wrist and instead pinned your arms above your head, his weight pinning you down underneath him. You rutted up to meet his thrust the best you could with him pinning you down.

You bit down on the pillow to muffle your scream as you fell over the edge, eyes fluttering closed. Spencer pushed you further into the bed, his fingers linking with yours, and pushed his cock as deep into you as he could. He thrust into you a few more times to ride out his high, once he finished he pulled out and rolled off of you and onto the bed beside you.

You pushed up on your arms and turned to face him and draped yourself over his chest, a droopy smile on your face. Spencer looked down at you on his chest and returned the smile, his hand coming up to smooth out your hair.

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matthew after i cast a spell on him that only lets him smile with his mouth fully open and also hypnotizes him into growing out his facial hair

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4 hrs no spencer smut or character ai