Oscar: “Girls wear it-” *gets cut off by Lando* Lando: *cuts Oscar off* “Lingerie!” Oscar: “No on their face! Lando: “AH!” *wide eyes* Oscar: “With a brush…” *gestures like he’s putting on blush” Lando: “Mascara!” *Oscar continues gesturing* “Blush!”
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SPENCER REID, DEREK MORGAN, and EMILY PRENTISS | 4.05 “CATCHING OUT”
Max and Lando "checking out" Charles' outfit. 🤭😭 🎥: pre-race, 2023 Miami Grand Prix
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Couldn’t not post as I obviously love this artist Artist: teru) ( DdlgHentai / Valuable_Emu_7932 )
If you reblog or interact with this post then you are giving me your consent to send you degrading messages, to turn you into a little cockslut, send you pictures of cock, messages about what I want my friends and I to do to your body and make you fully submit to anything and everything I ask. You’ll be a whore with no control and no brain, just a dumb bimbo for cock.
Summary: Spencer goes into way too much detail about nocturnal penile tumescence (or morning wood or whatever colloquialism you prefer). Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Cuddling, accidental grinding (asleep), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering Word Count: 5.7k
Ever since I was a boy, I’d been plagued by nightmares. My interest in dream analysis had been a great part of my budding interest in psychology — until I’d gone and learned that it was all mostly bunk. That, too, had been a great sense of comfort, because I realized my nightmares meant nothing about who I was (beyond my brain chemistry, which, I suppose was everything about who I was - but I digress).
But still, I wanted them to change. Each night when I laid down, I would force myself to think of anything and everything beautiful. That particular evening, it had been easier than usual.
It wasn’t the first time (y/n) and I had shared a room. The very first time we had, I think we’d both been a bit nervous to see each other in such an intimate setting. Every time after that, however, she’d made a point of picking me in the event we had to partner up. When I’d asked her why, she sort of just shrugged. She’d talked about snoring, weird habits, and schedules, but in the end she’d told me that she simply felt safe when she was with me, and I had happily accepted that answer.
summary: spencer’s really grown into his fbi vest lately, and you can’t seem to stop staring. when he gets the wrong idea, you decide that honesty is the best policy.
• nsfw/18+, smut, unprotected sex, piv sex, fem!reader
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It used to look almost too big for him, in spite of how tall he was. The velcro straps fastened so far and the kevlar hanging from his shoulders. And it didn’t help that he seemed to have a problem keeping the vest on to begin with, tossing it aside and running headfirst into danger a little too often. Maybe it had been changing for a while, and you just hadn’t noticed. It was hard to tell. But what you were sure of was that all of a sudden, Spencer’s vest wasn’t loose anymore. You were getting suited up to go out to the unsub’s property and it was just so clear. Then again, it seemed like a surprise to him, too, as he frowned at the velcro, begrudgingly loosening the straps and glancing at his reflection in the window.
You couldn’t look away either, staring at all the ways in which the vest emphasized the places where he’d filled out over the last year. The soft tummy poking out from the confines of the kevlar, rounded by the pressure of his stupidly tight pants. How it drew your attention to his hips and the way his chest and back seemed so broad, so strong. His tie poking out from beneath and pointing right down at his belt buckle and just daring you to imagine what was just a little lower. The way it clung to every newfound inch of him, and god, you’d never wanted to be an FBI vest so bad.
He turned back, catching your gaze, face falling. “I, um… I guess I should get a new size,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed.
You felt your cheeks flush, panicking at the obvious assumption that you were staring because he looked bad. Quite the contrary – you had to fight from rubbing your thighs together just at the sight of him. “Oh, no, Reid, I wasn’t–”
Dubious Consent, Toxic Relationship - Spencer Reid x Neighbor!Reader (Age Gap)
Series Summary: What starts out as Spencer taking what he wants turns into a dark obsession that begins to rule his whole life.
I had another thoughtttt- also this one is slightlyyyy more NSFW so feel free to ignore🫶
But i keep thinking about the BAU asking Spencer why he lets bimbo!reader dress the way she does (Specifically after he got called in and was a little more...frustrated if you catch my drift after being pulled away from her.
and the conversation goes something along the lines of:
BAU: Why do you let her dress like that if it just makes you frustrated when you come into work?
S: Easy access
BAU: what?
S: what?
JADKSOCJCKX I'M V BAD AT SMUT BUT BIMBO!R AND SPENCE CANT KEEP THEIR HANDS OFF EACHOTHER IT IS WHAT IT IS💖
you're always in short skirts and short dresses and spencer barely makes the effort to keep his hands anywhere but you🫶🥹 you're either on his lap, or you're huddled together making out, or cuddling!!
he's extremely upset when he gets cockblocked— he can't even hide the furrow to his brow, or the sulk to his gait, but it's business per usual, and he also loves his job!
the team can't help but ask, because certainly, you're a constant distraction to their resident boy genius; and they couldn't have imagined you're keeping chaste, because... lol.
maybe rossi or morgan, or emily or jj wouldn't be able to keep it together without being curious; because they just need to know!!
“how can you...” they would squint awkwardly, tilting their head. “how do you... uh.. how are you able to even let her dress the way she does without getting sexually frustrated?”
spencer shrugs, it certainly wasn't easy. does he even appear to try? well he does get flagged down by hotch when he's late.. he absently thought.
“it's easy access.” he comments without even thinking.
“huh?!”
“huh?” *cue confused spencer blinking*
But it’s bad enough some bureaucrat is making us take this stupid test. The last thing we need is Mr. Universe talking smack the whole time.
9.18 ‘Rabid’
