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I posted 2,107 times in 2022

That's 1,747 more posts than 2021!

2,047 posts created (97%)

60 posts reblogged (3%)

I tagged 2,060 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#spencer reid - 965 posts

#rr answers - 701 posts

#criminal minds - 590 posts

#spencer reid x reader - 350 posts

#spencer reid x you - 291 posts

#spencer reid x y/n - 287 posts

#spencer reid fandom - 277 posts

#spencer reid blurb - 156 posts

#spencer reid fanfiction - 129 posts

#spencer reid headcanon - 127 posts

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I NEED a blurb where reader is just shocked how good Spencer is in bed and after he's done literally beating her back in he's all like "so there's this new film I think we should go see" and reader is still in shock and is like speechless Cate. I need this.

this would be such a spencer thing

Spencer flops down on the bed next to you, running a hand through his hair to get it situated properly again.

You lay next to him, trying to regulate your breathing and get your heart rate under control before you have to go to the hospital. A sex injury is not something you want to explain to the team.

"So I was thinking we should start the new season of Doctor Who because even though it's not all out yet, we'll miss some nights on cases." Spencer starts, and it takes you hitting his chest for him to stop.

"That's what you're thinking about?" You ask, out of breath as you pant.

He looks at you strangely, frowning. "Are you okay? You sound kind of out of breath."

You scoff shallowly. "You literally just rearranged my guts, and you're asking me why I'm breathless?"

Spencer blushes at the dirty euphemism like he hadn't just made you cum so hard you cried. "Sorry." He apologizes.

"I'm not complaining." You assure him, shaking your head. "It was amazing. You just clearly have a lot more stamina than me."

"Better tell Morgan that next time he's telling me I'm unfit." He jokes.

"Oh yeah." You agree sarcastically. "I'll tell our colleague all about our sex life."

Spencer grimaces. "On second thought, maybe not. I think I'll keep how good I can fuck you as our little secret."

2,738 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#4

Secret Life

Summary: The team accidentally stumbles upon Spencer, a mystery woman, a mystery girl, and a decade-long secret

hii!! I've had this idea for some time in my head and you write spender Reid so good I just had to send it here. :) What if Spencer has been dating someone in secret for a long time, they even have a kid, but they decided to only tell their parents about it to protect his parter and kid from his job and one day they visit him at work and the entire team is confused because since when does Spencer have a wife and kid?

A/n: thank you so much !! and thank you for this request, i'm a sucker for hidden relationships

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Content Warning: nothing ?

Word Count: 1.8k

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"Coat, sweetie, you need your coat." Y/n directed the young girl away from sitting on the couch and towards the coat rack in the entryway.

"Momma, don't wanna." She replied, pouting as she dragged her feet across the wooden steps towards to front door.

It was difficult for Y/n not to laugh, especially when she'd seen her father do the exact same expression. Mostly when she tried to get him to stop working or go to sleep. Both of them were stubborn, although most people wouldn't be able to pick it on first meeting them.

"What did daddy tell you?" Y/n asked, handing her the light pink woolen coat to put on before putting her own on.

"That it's cold because the northern hemisphere is tilted slightly away from the sun, and the rays come in at an angle that lowers the amount of solar radiation reaching the surface." She repeated verbatim even if she didn't totally understand the scientific definition. Even when she was two, Spencer suspected she had an audiographic memory. "And I have to wear a coat." She recited, annoyed about it.

When she looked back up at her mom, Y/n was looking in the mirror, criticizing her face. Silently, of course, to avoid giving her daughter a complex. "What did daddy tell you?" She questioned, giving her a taste of her own medicine.

"That we are the most beautiful girls in the world," Y/n spoke, unable to stop the grin her face broke out into. She looked down at the little girl. "Don't you forget that either."

"So, can we go?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest in the same way Spencer did when he was being sassy. It was something Y/n loved about both of them, although she refrained from telling them.

Y/n shrugged her light pink coat over her shoulders, bracing herself for the chilliness that was DC in late January. "Okay then." She replied, quickly looking at the little girl to ensure she was dressed in enough warm clothing. A thermal shirt, sweatpants, a kids Caltech sweatshirt, and her coat were enough.

After a car ride without much traffic, brewing anticipation, and some helpful commentary provided by Spencer's mini-me, they were at the FBI. Y/n roughly knew where to go, but the receptionist checked her ID and directed them to the sixth floor.

Both of them were excited on the elevator ride, exchanging wide grins as the mission to surprise Spencer came closer. A quick glance around confirmed Y/n's hypothesis that the floor was deserted aside from her husband. The first step in their plan-previous decided in the car- started as soon as the elevator doors opened.

It relied on Y/n and the hope that she could walk through the glass doors and behind Spencer without being heard as she carried their daughter. Probably because he was in such deep thought, it worked.

Silently, Poppy wrapped her hands around his eyes, making him jump in surprise, no doubt scared about who was behind him. He relaxed when he realized the fingers were 5-year-old size.

"Guess who, daddy?" She asked, trying to disguise her voice by deepening it, which sent both her parents into a fit of giggles. Spencer was quick to shut the case file on his desk that, thankfully, didn't contain any pictures. His mind was instantly off the brutal double homicide and on his family.

"Well." Spencer pretended to consider it. "There's only tw-one, there's only one person in the world that calls me that. So, I'm going to guess that it's Miss Poppy Rae Reid." He decided to use her full name to make the guess official.

With a cheer from the correctly identified girl, she scrambled to get out of Y/n's arms. She wrapped her arms around Spencer's neck and her legs around his waist so she could tightly hug him. Spencer held her small figure just as tight, resting their noses together when she untucked her head from his neck. Watching them, Y/n's heart was filled with love as she suddenly wanted another baby.

Spencer placed a kiss on the little girl's forehead, having to push back brown curls that paralleled his own. "What are you doing here?" He asked, glancing up at Y/n.

Poppy bet her to an answer. "Mommy said that if I finished the last four chapters of Geronimo Stilton, then we could come here to get you and get hot chocolate on the way home."

"I did underestimate how quickly we'd get through it." Y/n mentioned.

Spencer laughed loudly, looking at his daughter, whose expression grew increasingly guilty for a reason Y/n didn't know. "You were tricked, lovely." He answered before she had to ask, smiling at her. "We finished it last night, didn't we?" He asked, looking back to Poppy with a pointed look. She dramatically pouted, resting her head on his chest so she could look up at both of them with innocent eyes.

"We should have called you mischief." Y/n joked, reaching down to tickle her.

She squirmed on Spencer while she giggled. "M-make her s-stop." She pleaded to her dad between laughter, getting Y/n to stop.

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2,767 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#3

What's in a name?

Summary: Spencer accidentally gets misidentified by a little kid whose mom means the world to him

reader has that weird super friendship/seems like a relationship type thing with spencer. Reader is like a social worker member of a BAU who adopts a baby/toddler from a bad case that everyone adores and it randomly starts calling spencer daddy because the baby sees him so often

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Content Warning: little bit of usual cm case details |

Word Count: 2.2k

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The first time Y/n met her future son, she legitimately cried. The little boy was so vulnerable, with the only thing he'd had to call a mother taken from him by the serial killer the BAU were hunting down.

Lots of the kids she came into contact with were troubled, but sweet, six-month-old Beckham needed someone. He didn't have a dad listed on his birth certificate, and his mom was a runaway with no family.

As part of her job on cases involving children, she often had to give them over to the foster care workers, and she knew how bad the system usually was.

Y/n was fully committed to going to Hotch to plead with him before they had to leave. Leaving Beckham with Spencer, she found Hotch in the boardroom they were occupying.

"Hotch, I need to talk with you." She announced, parading as much confidence as she had as she shut the door.

His face showed a bit of concern as he looked up from his paperwork at her. "What's wrong?"

"It's Beckham. I want to take him back to DC with me, adopt him and raise him." She spat out quickly but firmly.

"L/n." He replied in a flat tone.

It sounded too much like a warning for her to not interrupt and try to persuade him. "He doesn't have any family, and I've spent enough time with him this week to know he's sweet. I know raising a baby is a lot of work, but I have time, money, and love, and I just can't watch him go into foster care when I know that I can give him a better life." She persisted, not taking a breath until she finished her sentence.

"Y/n." Hotch stopped her when he used her first name. "I think it's a great idea."

"Oh." Y/n realized, letting her frown change to a smile when she realized what he'd just said. "So I can adopt him?"

He nodded slightly. "I know a good lawyer who can help you, too. I'll give you her number."

~

Her very best friend in the world, and the easiest option for godfather, Spencer, helped her right from the start.

"Is this a crazy thing to do?" She asked as they sat on the floor the first night, putting together the expensive, oval-shaped, white wooden crib that she'd brought. Beckham was in the car seat carrier she'd had to buy when they were still in North Carolina, before they drove back to DC.

Spencer glanced at her for a moment like he was trying to figure out the correct answer, but then he looked at the baby and how Y/n looked at him when she rocked the car seat carrier.

The answer was simple after he admired her for a second. "No."

"Good, because I trust your judgment." She almost absentmindedly told him, but Spencer knew he'd be thinking about it for the rest of the week. "Even if I am kind of scared about this." She confessed.

"You're going to be an amazing mother, Y/n." He assured her with a smile, one that made her heart flutter just a little bit.

Trying to hide the blush on her cheeks, she laughed. "I trust your judgment even more now." She joked, earning a chuckle from him.

Not only was Spencer her (now second) favorite person, he also had a degree in Engineering which should have made him skilled at building furniture. However, she found that wasn't true when it was 11 o'clock before the crib was built.

As gently as she could, she picked up the tiny baby and lay him down where he'd be sleeping for a while. The first stable home he'd ever had.

She was crying then, too, looking down at the adorable baby. "Is it crazy that I love him so much already?"

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2,838 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

#2

The Private Side of a Secret Life

Part 1

Summary: After the ladies of the BAU take Spencer's mystery wife out and learn some... new things about their colleague, the Reids get to work on making their fantasy a reality.

A/n: I just want to say a very quick thank you to all of you amazing people who loved part 1 and inspired me to write a part two. Enjoy  🤍

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (SMUT 18+)

Content Warning: vomiting | swearing | NSFM (breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotective penetrative sex, slight fingering)

Word Count: 3.1k

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"Spencer, seriously, I'll be fine." Y/n attempted to assure him for the fourth time, trying to wave him out of the bathroom so she could continue to apply her mascara without his watchful gaze.

Despite the reassurance, he grimaced. It wasn't that he didn't trust Y/n because he absolutely did and had for some years or that he didn't have faith the ladies of the BAU would look after her, but Spencer had second-hand nerves about what they would discuss. Mostly because he knew after a few drinks, Y/n was down for anything, which was actually how they ended up buying their very first sex toy. Although, that was beside the point because it brought immense pleasure and not lifelong embarrassment at work.

He still had one more trick up his sleeve, executing his scheme by pressing her against the bathroom vanity, caging her in with his arms on their side of her body as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Or, you could just say here." He suggested. "Put Poppy to bed early so I could rip that dress off you." His eyes were all over her figure, admiring the curves the tight dress accentuated.

When he used that tone, she had a hard time focusing on anything that wasn't how the temptation that was the growing bulge in his pants pressed against her ass.

Luckily, before she could drop the mascara wand, another Reid spoke. "Daddy! The iPad isn't working." Poppy complained, no doubt sitting on the couch tapping it harshly.

"Mood killer." Spencer dramatically whined.

Y/n could hear the playful tone in his voice as she shoved his shoulder. "I recall you named her Poppy."

"I don't even know anything about technology." He complained, stepping out of the bathroom.

Pulling him back in, Y/n passionately dove in to kiss him, purposefully teasing. "Spencer?" She asked, earning a nod after a pause from him as if his brain momentarily stopped working. "You were never going to convince me anyway."

Spencer let out another groan, more than a bit sexually frustrated before going to read the iPad instruction manual. Y/n fluffed her hair out again, trying to make sure it looked alright. Although she wouldn't tell him, she was worried about what Spencer's best friends would think of her.

"Okay, I'm going now." She announced, heels that she would end up taking off on as she walked into the living room. Poppy waved, still watching Spencer when Y/n walked over to place a kiss on her forehead. "Mwah." Spencer, sitting on the floor, tilted his chin up as he waited for his kiss. After she giggled, she leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Love you both!" She announced, walking towards the door.

"No secrets," Spencer instructed, although it came out weaker than he would have liked.

Y/n spun back around, drawing a cross over the fabric of her dress where her heart was. "Promise." She assured him.

She stayed true to her oath to Spencer for most of the enjoyable evening. His friends were great, like how he'd described them so many times, and she had no trouble fitting in. The problems- spilled secrets- came when the shots came. Some tequila and her lips were loose.

"Oh yeah, having Henry changed the game," JJ said in reply to a question about her and Will's sex life. "Not that I don't love him with all my heart, but things were... different when we were still sneaking around."

"So you're trying to convince us that three-hour flights to New Orleans are sexy?" Emily rhetorically asked, making all of them burst into a fit of giggles while JJ tried to defend her statement.

Penelope was next to playfully bad mouth her friend's relationship. "A long-distance booty call." She joked. "I can't believe you thought we didn't know."

JJ laughed at the mistakes of her younger self, burying her head in her hands to avoid the embarrassment. "Even I knew." Y/n chimed in between laughs, making Emily and Penelope double over in giggles.

With the attention back on Y/n, they had the same question to repeat to her. "We know absolutely nothing about Spencer's sex life, so feel free to tell us everything," Emily told her, least drunk and ready to save his secrets for a later day.

"Well, Spencer never changed. Like, at all." Y/n was ready to brag about her husband and the way he could fuck her. "When I was pregnant, oh my gosh, he was insane like wild all day every day."

It made her shiver thinking about it. Spencer had been away on a case when she really popped, and as soon as he saw her pregnant with his child, he went crazy. She lost count of how many times she came that night.

"So when you got together, was he, you know, a virgin?" Penelope steered the conversation back to the question everyone at the BAU had wondered before they learned he had a wife and child.

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2,919 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The guaranteed way to get to sleep

reader having a hard time sleeping and spencer noticing that and that she is touch starved so he lets them cuddle and she finally sleeps and just fluff <3 + reader having a hard time sleeping (either insomnia or just regular trouble sleeping) and spencer realizing that they're touch starved and he lets them sleep with him and they finally sleep?

a/n: i'm not sure if this was the same anon, but either way thank you for this request🤍

Summary: Spencer is the only one who can recognize the signs of needing someone in the new agent

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Content Warning: tiny implied mention of Maeve | touch starved reader

Word Count: 1.7k

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There were many things stressful about working at the BAU. Mostly the serial murder, but the effect of seeing what they saw each day had really started getting to Y/n a few months in.

For weeks, she'd been struggling to sleep, waking up with the same recurring nightmares and haunting visions. It had gotten so bad she had become known as the superlative of coffee addicts- a title that was hard to take from Spencer-

For as long as the nightmares had been going on, Y/n had been keeping her feelings bottled up, not telling anyone what was going on in her mind in case they saw it as a sign of weakness. The unit had been her dream since she was first in the academy. It had taken 5 years to get there, and she wasn't about to have anyone thinking she wasn't cut out for it.

It was incurable, and she found herself awake on the jet in the middle of the night journey. It was only three of them, coming back from San Diego where she'd gone along on a prison consult with JJ and Spencer.

JJ was out as soon as they got on the jet, curled up on the double seat, but all Y/n could do was look out the window at the dark sky and let her mind race.

The cold window pressed against her cheek was a constant reminder she was awake, and the tiny flickering of lights across the country should have been enough to put her to sleep. It was as relaxing as it could be without letting her sleep.

"What's wrong?" A voice unmistakably Spencer's made her jump in surprise as he sat on the single-seat across from her. He knew the signs, all of them from only two years ago after he'd been forced to watch someone he loved die.

Y/n flashed him a smile filled with false confidence, trying to brush his concern off. "Nothing."

He tipped his head to the side like he was asking if she seriously thought he'd believe that. "I can't help you if you don't tell me." He reminded her.

Over the three months, she'd worked with the team, they'd grown close. Of course, everyone was welcoming, but she found it easy to get along with Spencer. If her feelings weren't totally unreciprocated and bordering on inappropriate, she would have asked him out, but he'd only ever treated her like a colleague, so her little crush stayed buried.

"What makes you think I want you to help me?" She asked, much snarkier than she wanted to. Immediately, she felt guilty when she realized why she'd taken that tone. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay," Spencer assured her, reaching out to touch her hand. "How long has it been?"

Frowning, she wondered if he could possibly know, but it seemed unlikely. She'd only seen a side of him that was protective, articulate, and well presented, and while it was unrealistic, it wasn't hard to assume he was perfect. "What do you mean?" She hesitantly asked.

"Since you slept." He clarified, not willing to let her dodge the question.

"Three days." She mumbled, pulling her knees tighter to her chest like it would bring her human comfort. Over the months, she'd become more anxious, stressed, and generally sad, and she knew it wasn't just because of her job. It was dangerously near to a full-scale breakdown, teetering on the edge of a.

The look on Spencer's face was far from the judgment she expected. It was... caring in a way she wasn't sure she could care for herself. "L/n, you know you can't go on like that." He reminded her.

"How do you make it stop?" She asked voice just a whisper from trying not to cry. All the emotions were intense from the hours she'd spent awake, threatening to spill over at any moment. "I can't stop seeing...things when I close my eyes." She explained like he didn't get it, shivering as she envisioned the memories.

One thing Spencer hated about his job was the fact other people had to do it. Especially when they were as pure as Y/n was. The way she gripped his hand like it was her lifeline led him to deduce something else was going on.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but when was the last time someone hugged you?" He asked, rubbing his thumbs in circles.

Y/n had no idea what his question was supposed to mean, but she answered it regardless. "A long time."

"Come on." Spencer knew what he needed to do, pulling her out of her seat and over to the unoccupied couch.

Y/n's confused expression didn't stop as she tried to figure out what he possibly could have wanted. Spencer didn't let her hypothesize for too long, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her body into his chest.

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6,410 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

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[anonymocha]

thank you pookies for all your replies and tags i want to reiterate how much i rlly rlly rlly rlly appreciate it 😭😭😭💞💞💞🫶🫶🫶

[wondeurwall]

AUTHOR'S NOTE. based on the poll: nsfw that won by a landslide, as expected AKSNDJSKb!!! i'll post the sfw soon. i'm currently sitting on 9k with this fic & i don't think i'm close to being done yet omg 😵‍💫 not sure how many more previews i'll post of it – i'll play by ear. or, if it's something y'all still would like, then i'll be more than happy to do it, but i think they'll be much shorter going forward!! 💕💕

AND good luck to anyone pulling for zayne's banner & for anyone trying the new oracle of stars event... i want to try pulling for rafayel's, at the very least, since they all look related to the myths 😭 for the lore, I'LL BE BROKE!!!

TAGS/WARNINGS: 🔞 mdni, fem!reader, porn with plot because i said so, cunnilingus

He drops to his knees, keeps his arms slung over your legs, trapping you at the edge of the bed. His face is in front of your pussy, the heat of his breath makes you quiver.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” he says.

And, you do exactly that. Rafayel’s gaze has the full moon in there, the light unblinking and brilliant, like a parallel of the sun during the day. It dares you to flinch the longer you look. But, you keep staring, find that it doesn’t hurt and, instead, the light feels familiar. 

You hear the waves, tides along the shore and grains of sand being pulled into the water. It happens briefly. Holding your breath, the salt of the sea comes to you like it does in your dreams, a little more vivid each time you fall asleep. 

The same images of him fill your vision. Why?

You release the breath, then blink, feeling the heaviness in your chest and the lump in your throat again. It’s a back-and-forth reel of him and Rafayel, different realities converging to a single point in time – and, your lips are trembling. With the heat of Rafayel’s body seeping into you and the recollection of the sea, the moment tastes and sounds like a memory.

No. It’s more than that. 

You look at Rafayel, and everything feels less like a dream and more like a memory.

You’re about to call his name, but it’s quickly ripped out of your lips in an airy moan. The flat of his tongue glides up your slit once. Then, he’s doing it again, dipping the tip into your hole and curling between your folds as he moves up to gather your cum. Taking as much as he can, he swallows the taste of you, eyes fluttering closed as he savors it. 

It’s the way he does that – makes you believe this isn’t the first time, like he isn’t a stranger to this side of you. So, you’re drifting back into your head (only barely now, because the pleasure is intense, hot and needy) and it’s as if pieces of a puzzle come together in the span of a millisecond and you’re lucid enough to arrive to what seems like an impossible reason: it’s not the first. 

You can’t shake off this feeling. 

Your pupils dilate, oxygen completely dried from your lungs when you see the pleasure on his face. To you, Rafayel is reliving something he’s missed. Something that’s been denied from him for so, so long and he’s finally grasped onto it, and he looks like he’s found the secret to walking on air. 

The ache in your chest is overwhelmed by the ache in your pussy. You whine, the glow in his eyes too dizzying. It does nothing more than guide you closer to hysteria. Your hips jerk forward, begging.  

Blood rushes through his cock, straining beneath his pants as a deep rumble comes from within his chest. He’s diving back into your cunt for more before you can catch your breath. 

You lie there, unable to close your legs. His arms keep them bent and tucked securely between his biceps and forearms, the strength of him nothing you can even attempt to win against. It comes to you as no surprise – he’s not human after all. Your mouth parts, a light sheen of saliva over your lips. Shallow, quick breaths keep you grounded as you watch through glassy eyes how Rafayel devours your pussy like a starved man. 

He pulls back slightly, staring – he hones in on your little bud. You hold your breath when he presses a kiss to your clit, slow and gentle, before he traps it between his lips and sucks, humming as he does.

“Raf – Rafayel,” you gasp, the vibrations coupled with his sucking makes your thighs vibrate, has you seeing tiny white stars. He sucks your clit harder, and your voice gets caught at the edge of your throat. 

There’s a pause before you’re moaning like a broken record.

You force your hands to mask your face, rallying enough strength to quiet down because you’re falling, losing yourself so fast, and you have no idea how to wrap your head around the pleasure that’s already building back up.

There’s a disapproving click from the man between your legs.

“Stop,” he says, voice deepening to a near growl. It surprises you – this tone, along with that look in his eyes, half-lidded, clouded with desire, like a predator ready to pounce at its prey – and you feel a greater level of ecstasy being injected into you and it knocks against the sensitive, heavy knot in your stomach.

His demand is never quite like this. It feels… good. 

Rafayel loosens the hold on one of your legs to snatch your hands away from your face, “I need to hear you, baby, or I’ll stop.”

Breath bated, you can’t help but stare at him, utterly dazed by the moonlight that hangs over his head just like it does in his eyes. 

Lovestruck. Only a second passes before you realize how far you’ve fallen, how desperate you are to see more of this version because there’s no use in denying that you’re among the reasons – if not the reason – he’ll take charge. It’s a stark contrast to the light-hearted and comical side he usually shows. There’s a certain attractiveness to it, the willingness inside of him to take care of you with this authority. 

He asks, “Won’t you be a good girl and listen to me?”

God, you’re so wet right now.

You forget how to breathe, feeling like you’ve evolved in a bottomless nothing. His grip on your hands is firm, yet not so much that it shackles you. He’s still gentle. Nodding your head is all you can manage. He finds it cute. Rafayel brushes his mouth over your palm and around your hand to the first knuckle. He smiles. 

And, you melt. Of course, you do. Craving to be good for him, to be the good girl like he says you can be – that you are – you clutch onto the bed sheets instead, let your mouth babble this time.

When he’s sure you won’t do it again, he goes back to your clit, giving the attention it deserves as he keeps his eyes on you. He plants a kiss to your throbbing bud again. And again. And then again. It gets stickier there, messy with your cum and arousal and his saliva; stretchy, gooey strings that reconnect his lips to your pussy.

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a very sweet & loving stankyle kiss i commissioned from @currrsy 💙💚

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[webonchin]

Morning serenity

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in other words AAAAAAAAAA *rips off my hair* i'm jumping!!! them!!! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ This one is special because it's based of my first fanart from one year ago(link) yay!! wich I still find hilarious

[izuke-the-zombie]

🐵🐵💮I finished a little half part of the doodle here and I wanted to post it because😙 hey why not, now they have legs, yay!👍✨

🌸I just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive and kicking and stuff it's just life is a little crazy now kittens and other things🐱🐈🐯

🌸I'll try to sketch or doodle or post some unfinished ones when I find the free time, most of them will probably be just silly little things.😋

🤩I love and appreciate you all "mwah😚💋💕✨!" stay safe out there and stay awesome👍😽💕✨ okay bye-bye 🤗🥰✌️✨💖

[whereismyhat5678]

Guys, the new year hasn’t started for me yet, I still got a few hours to go but I’ll mine-as-well make this post since I’ll probably go to bed anyways- 😂

First, I’d like to say

WE GOT A NEW BANNER LET’S GOOOOO‼️‼️‼️‼️

HELL YEAH! -I mean it’s just the characters but- HELL YEAH‼️‼️‼️‼️

SECOND. I want to show you something AMAZING and that something I’d never expect??

321 FOLLOWERS????

YOU GUYS ARE INSANE THANK ALL OF YOU SO MUCH MY GOD‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

It really makes me think how all of you guys really like and appreciate my art, and the fact that so many people encourage me to keep doing it, it brings me to tears! 🥹

Every one of you are the best thing in my life!! The first time I got Tumblr I started in:

March 30?? That’s insane- 💀

And the fact that I’ve improved SO MUCH is just INCREDIBLE!

You wanna see the FIRST drawings of Peppino??

YEAH THAT’S ME I DID THIS-

And you’re telling me that this was in what- THE START OF MARCH?? (Or February I don’t remember-) But this is just the PINNACLE of how much I’ve changed in terms in art style and experience.

I bring this up because I think Tumblr is the REASON why I improved so much! I experimented with brushes (digitally) and I found my brushes!! I learned how to EXAGGERATE AND ACTUALLY DRAW CARTOONY LIKE I’VE WANTED TO FOR SO LONG!!

(And NEVER took an art class. That’s fucking what- 💀 I need to take one I actually need to at this point-)

Also also also- I’ve learned a lot of things! Anatomy, exaggerative expression, stretchy cartooniness, ALL OF THESE ARE JUST- I can’t believe I’ve learned all this because one day I decided: “Maybe I should ACTUALLY get a social media for my art? 🤔” AND I DID IT AND CHANGED MY LIFE‼️‼️‼️

YOU GUYS CHANGED MY LIFE!-

My followers!- My mutuals/friends- I NEED TO SAY HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE ALL MY MUTUALS, ALL OF YOU 💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

Everything about Tumblr has changed me in SUCH a positive way in not only terms of art but with how many people (TALENTED PEOPLE) I’ve made FRIENDS with AND ACTUALLY got to know!!!

I already said it but you guys are absolutely AMAZING and I just CAN’T FATHAM how much this year has just been a BLAST.

My mutuals:

@noodletime @moon9931 @marclef @margarita-the-pizzeria-worker @lucia-the-mii @lovestryke @lord-yiikes @ijusthavefun @linhfoxmoive @kate-bot @nomlioart @boogiestronic80s @zedortoo @jarroyave4637 @atlaslovesedm @alaskacoolkid1 @remaking-machine @average-amount-of-chaos @cherryxsapphic @dingle-dee @eyeballdrawer @tailsdollsnewlife @radaverse @gongustheawsome01 @fluffygiraffe @qwertykeyboard045 @w00den-h3ad @the-little-knight @oddpizza @misdreavusplush

(OKAY- I may have added some people on here that I think ARE REALLY COOL, I may not talk to you much but I’ve seen you guys like my art and I think ya’ll deserve to be on here 🫶💖✨)

AND IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE TELL ME I’M SO SORRY BUT JUST KNOW I LOVE ALL OF YOU THE SAME (Platonically) I HOPE YOU GUYS HAVE A WONDERFUL NEW YEAR AND HAVE A GOOD ONE 🎉🎉🎉

GOOD NIGHT TO ALL YOU LOVELY PEOPLE YOU GUYS MEAN THE WOLRD TO ME AND HAVE A GREAT NIGHT 💖💖💖💖

[clownleys]

I'm a long time follower and I love your blog, I'm happy to see you again on my dash <33

Would you give a shoutout to a few of your fav mutuals and spread positivity too? <3

darling, this made me feel so happy and warm inside, you have no idea! how long have you been around? 👀 i love all my mutuals dearly, so i can't choose any faves. but i do want to appreciate the people that make me smile here everyday, so i'll give a shoutout to those who i see regularly in my notes or interact with, both mutuals and followers (including you, dearie!!) in the order of appearance: you dear!, @tikitikitu, @nicenightmare13, @cryolyst, @alexrrr, @cononeillbreastingboobily, @cantputitintowords, @mudalchemy, @anon 💋, @violetwreck, @very-authorized-author, @witchwhaat, @chaoticjuless, @way-to-go-lad, @voidistooshortforausername, @livy-doll, @eucatlyptus, @essaytime, @maurice-a-novel, @antea21, @thriceandonce, @holi-holy, @knifebun, @kli-kli, @pointlesshroom, @atencjuszka, @trevoristhemandarin, @pinkie-satan, @svantetic, @ichithecupcake, @chleby-i-ksiezyce, @iorwethh, @soraaiame, @glompto, @spiremire, @ocaenvvaves, @fangable, @warczacy, @svantetic, @chleby-i-ksiezyce, @yukinojou, @neutron-stars-collision, @a-lost-little-eevee, @sadchtulhu, @youre-you-i-am-me.....

alright im pretty sure i broke some sorta limit bc it won't tag people anymore? so anyway! here's a tiny portion of the people i really love on here! 💕

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash with Jordan Greenwald on IG

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

Can we sleep?

Like just sleep sleep. Maybe clothes on or naked Or half-naked in underwears. But hugging. Arms around each other And a leg between yours And the other over your soft thighs. Maybe lights on or off, your call. Maybe the room scented with rose Or lemongrass.

Maybe you wearing a dark lipstick Or keeping it moist with a lip balm, Either way it won't be ruined. Maybe your silky hair over my face Or they're tied in a bun. Maybe my face digging your bososms Or looking straight into your eyes And drift to sleep Just like the old time, but Just sleep.

[kevin-fanpage]

Okay so…guess who just made a new blog?

@hazbin-blog-muah is my new Hazbin Hotel blog, and I will be posting things related to Hazbin Hotel along with promoting my new Hazbin-themed story on Wattpad! 🫶🏻

Follow if you’d like!

[cameoutstruggling93]

😊❤️

[emry-stars-art]

For your prompt requests:

Abram tending to Andrew's own scars (perhaps ripping his cloak / clothing to rewrap them properly so Andrew could continue to hide them) - @jtl-fics

(you know I can't help myself on a WIP Wednesday <3)

Oh this was lovely, you always have fantastic ideas thank youuuu 🙏

Done, read it here 🥰

Find the royal au masterpost here 💕

[lnfours]

10.9k of you???? thank you so much??? oh my fucking god???

[alan460]