#Munch

[sleepybabes16]

Bruce Wayne when you two were first dating.

I can see him as the type to let you stick stickers on his arms when her drives. You’re just humming to whatever’s in your head as you stick another sticker to his arms, face, whatever and he just takes it because there’s nothing he can do to stop you. Hell, the poor man can barely say no to you! But that all makes up at night, when he has your legs spread, licking at your cock/pussy, as you moan and whine. Telling him how good he is.

Bruce is such a munch, you can’t convince me otherwise.

[theesteemedheathan]

Choso is a munch.

I will die on this hill that man is utterly and completely a munch

MunchChoso who is pussy drunk past the point of no return, he thinks about it 24/7.

MunchChoso who treats your pussy like it's the holy grail, not letting an ounce of you go untasted as he goes down on you like the goddess you are to him.

MunchChoso with one hand firmly gripping your thigh, a thumb idly circling your clit. Dark eyes hungry as he looks up at you. MunchChoso who licks you off his lips and kisses and worships your thighs before and after he's done making you cum on his tongue. MunchChoso, who praises you once you have finally unraveled completely on his tongue and can't anymore. Good girl

[ebodebo]

i know that’s right🗣️🗣️

[munchturkiye]

Dangerous zone 📛

[scoobysnakz]

thinking about munch miguel who doesn’t let you go until he’s finished.

he holds you down with one hand on your waist, thumb idly circling your clit and the other is groping your tits. it doesn’t matter how many times your protest and tell him it’s embarrassing or try and push him away he’s always coming back for more.

this man treats your cunt like the holy grail, not letting an ounce of your juices go untasted as he laps at your puffy folds. the sound of your sweet whines and needy moans is all he needs, fuck, one of his favourite things to do is make you a babbling mess of pleasure.

the only thing he loves more than making you cum on his tongue is praising you for it.

“muy bien, cariño, gonna cum for me again? Sé que puedes.” is one of his favourites, hearing you whimper so perfectly for him as he keeps teasing your leaky hole with tongue.

it drives him insane when you tell him it’s enough, that you physically can’t take anymore, only for your hips to buck up against his face when he pulls away.

he can keep you there for hours at a time, just making you cum over and over again, not caring that you’re going to be late for work or that dinner is burning. once he starts he can’t be stopped, not that you’re complaining

[wxxpingangxls]

nerdmin visuals!

this is literally how the greedy fucker eats you out

and this is him fingering you

bonuses;

working that tongue fast- woi☆

bucking his hips into your hand- woi☆

slurping on yah clit - woi☆

he liked it when you take control - woi☆

him sucking on your titties - woi☆

i’ll update this when i find more 💔

[i-live-in-spite]

You're his favourite book

Summary: Spencer eats you out Pairing: Sub/munch Spencer x GN! reader Genre: Smut Tw/Cw: Reader has an afab body but pretty neutrals on terms/nicknames, pretty laxed sub/dom relationship, degrading names (Spencer receiving), face sitting/oral(rem receiving), praise(Spencer receiving), slight hair pulling, corn with lots of plot Word Count: 652

Spencer hated going on cases, hated getting calls where he can hear your hand working you close to an orgasm but you just need to hear his voice. Don’t get him wrong, he loves when you use him and you always offer to stay up to help him. But the calls end in a couple different ways, him cumming in his pants, him unable to get his release because his hand just isn’t you, or the call was supposed to be a punishment for him bratting or catching slight attitudes with you due to him being sleepy or hungry from working his long cases. But when he finally dropped his bags at the door and started to walk to the bedroom he didn’t expect to see you riding his new pillow. The pillow just barely had the chance to gain his scent but you needed him and he was more than happy to oblige. You order him on the bed and he’s quick to start undoing his tie but you cut him off and tell him to lay. He lays happily watching you strip off your underwear, the evidence you already came once is present with the small string of slick on your legs. “Please, please baby. I need you, I need you on my face please.” His soft begs are loud in your ears, how does someone who put away criminals beg like such a pretty slut. Hearing his whines could make your legs give out but it wouldn’t matter much as Spencer quickly pulls you down on his face. The moment his tongue comes into contact with the sensitive bud of your body he’s already squirming and trying to swallow you whole. He couldn’t get enough, even in the three plus years of dating he acts as if he has never drank from your sweet waterfalls. Not that he’ll ever catch you complaining about the works of his tongue, your hips have a mind of their own as you grind down on his face. In a moment of clarity you quickly grab his glasses and put them on. If your boy genius wasn’t so caught up on getting hydrated he would explain how wearing glasses that weren’t your prescription could be harmful. He speeds his efforts up multiple notches feeling a sense of claim with his glasses, his hands wrap around your thighs. His hands press you further down on his face, his tongue started on double time working itself inside your cavern, trying to map out every nook and cranny that was your insides. No gag in the world could hold in your moans not like Spencer would put one on you, his cock throbs in his pants. His underwear is definitely stained with his precum, though he couldn’t care any less his face was pressed between his favourite book. “Fuck baby boy, your mouth is so good. Might just be one of my favourite things about you. Oh yea just like that” You run your freshly done nails down his scalp and you could feel his tongue stutter as he moans. As much as you loved his hands, he was so in love with your hands in his hair, playing and pulling. Whatever you would give him. He spreads your legs the best he could, so he could squeeze his tongue in, hitting all your gooy spots. Before you knew it your orgasm had hit you like a train, your legs started to tense and squeeze on Spencer's face as he continued to lap you up like a dog. You force yourself off of his face and he whines from the loss of contact. You only chuckle and lick your slick off of his cheek, his face follows you craving your love. You offer him a quick kiss before going into the closet and pulling Spencer's favourite box out. “Can you tell me the safe word, pretty boy?”

---

[afterdarkftm]

I want to handcuff his hands while I edge him, taking my time coaxing out all the pleasure I can from him before I rip it away, building up the pleasure slowly before it explodes throughout his body causing his breathing to shake and muscles to twitch.

[realhotgirlshiii3]

𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙢���𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙩 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧. 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨) 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩. 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢/𝙨𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙂𝙊𝙉𝙀, 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚

[anotherdiamonday]

Edvard Munch, Winter Landscape, 1906

[jsmainblog]

not alone - spencer reid જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩

requests are always open <3

spencer reid x lonely!reader

summary: reader is a university student and hits up bars as a product of feeling isolated/blown off from their friends. but this time they meet a very peculiar person who they spend the night with

a/n: okay don't judge this i'm not the best at writing smut this could be really bad

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), p in the v, not overly graphic but its still there yk

❤️‍🔥smut

Here you were again stumbling into another bar. It now seemed like a weekly occurence, which seemed a little sad. I mean if you told someone you end up in a bar at least once a week they'd think you'd have some serious drinking issues, or you were depressed, or both. These vists to bars where mainly fuelled by your friends, they were either busy studying or with their boyfriends, sometimes even leaving days to go back home when college got a bit much. So as you seated yourself at the bar you had the usual expectation of how this night was going to go, a drink and people watching probably and sulking, yeah definitely sulking.

You see the usuals at the bar. A family man slumped over his drink morosely, groups of girlfriends getting drinks and celebrating, asshole men hitting on women, two co workers drinking and laughing. Watching these people made your heart ache a little. How you so desperately wished for a little human connection right now. Any connection would do you wouldn't care, a friend, a stranger, even idle talk with bartender. You even wouldn't mind a little bit of physical connection. Your eyes scan the bar until the landed on him. This guy who sat alone sipping on a drink thoughtfully, he looked meek almost. You could tell he was the kind of guy who'd get bossed around alot by women, especially if they give him a bit of attention. So with a hesitant push to stand up you make your way over to him.

"Hi. You mind if I sit?" you question. You see his face properly for the first time.He was young, shockingly younger than you thought with big round brown eyes and soft pink lips. Why, he's got to be around your age maybe 24? 25?.

"Uh no, no I don't mind, don't mind at all." he stutters. You can see the flustered look on his face obviously indicative that he dosen't get approached alot.

"So whats your name"

"Spencer Reid. I-uhm whats your's?"

"Y/n. So what college do you go to?" you inquire. Maybe this could be your chance to befriend someone to lean on when your friends unsurprisingly blow you off once again.

"College? No I don't go to college, I uhm work for the BAU full time at the FBI." he states. Well that shocked you a bit. This young, lanky looking guy who looked like he couldn't lift anything heavier than a chair was in the FBI? You have got to be joking.

"Don't you have to have a degree for that? And your like what? 24? 25? Degrees take a long time so I'm not understanding how that lines up. Unless your a genius or something."

"I have an iq of 187, an eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words per minute" he rambles, but he notices you shoot him a 'get to the point look'. "Yes I am a genius. And to answer your question yes you need a degree, sometimes even a PHD or a B.A."

You look at him baffled, you could've deducted he was smart from his nerd get up but this smart? Wow how were you supposed to keep up?

"Wait so how old are you?" you inquire

"24"

"Oh same" you say which brings a smile to his face. A very sweet handsome smile. Oh my god are you seriously rambling about some genius you met in a bar less then 10 minutes ago?

"So whats you degree in?" You ask

"Well i have multiple degrees. I have 3 PhD's in chemistry, math and engineering and I have two B.A's in psychology and sociology. So I'm assuming you're a uni student whats your degree in? "

"History."

"Oh yeah?" he says intrigued

"Yeah." you echo like a prayer. This Spencer guy was clearly flustering you a tad and massively impressing you.

So it was even more of a shock to the system when you are clumsily unlocking your apartment dorm with his arms wrapped around you from behind sucking on your neck. The two of you still tipsy crash your lips into one anothers as soon as the door closes. You didn't have a lot of time to think but you could tell where this was going. Now Spencer is a attractive genius you met at a bar 2 hours ago, how well is he going to go during sex? The horrifying thought of him being a virgin crosses your mind as well. You wouldn't usually take a chance on a guy like Spencer but you were lonely and now well a little needy. By the time you two are stumbling into your bedroom practically glued to each other you've accepted Spencer may not satisfy you at all. You were kind of okay with that. At least you were with someone and not sulking alone in your room which you usually do at this hour.

You sit back on the beg tugging on his tie signalling for him to come with you.

"Have you had sex before?" you breathe into his lips. He laughs softly. Why was he laughing? Was he nervous? Did he think your ridiculous for asking such a question?

"Yes I have. Why don't think I can satisfy you baby?" The term of endearment flusters you once again. 'I can't believe you are getting so nervous around a guy who probably plays crosswords in his free time' you say mentally scolding yourself.

You spend so much time talking to yourself in your head you don't even notice the lower half of you is naked and he's eating you out like a man starved eliciting little moans from you. Oh so he's good. You were a little annoyed about his awkwardness falsely led you to thinking he would suck. But you were so wrong. You can't even focus on the pleasure he's giving you because your just thinking about him. How.. No, no not perfect he is. Okay well maybe he's a little perfect. No hookup had ever treated you so gently before. His hand's cradled the backs of his thighs tracing little comforting patterns. You had to admit it gave you a little whiplash. Here he was being all gentle and soothing while his head was practically smooshed into the junction of your thighs. Your hand combs through his mousy hair tugging at the strands. No hookup had ever even bothered on foreplay ever, or was so generous. Your general conclusions about hookups is that 80% of the time it was more about them than you. But, it seems Spencer Reid was an anomaly. When you feel the familiar feeling of warmth and tingles wash over you he kisses your legs softly.

"Your being so good for me." he mumbles more to himself then you and you smile at his praise. He positions himself over you ridding himself of his clothes and the rest of yours between kisses.

"Seems like I got you all smiley huh sweetheart" he teases which earns him a nod and he chuckles leaning into give you a gentle kiss. The way he made you feel when he was inside you was like heaven on earth. Not only did he make you feel physically good, but he made you feel good about yourself. Confident, safe, perhaps even a little loved?

"Yeah that's it. Your being so good for me angel. There we go. Feels good huh? Better than you expected?" he murmurs gently. You roll your eyes at his little surge of confidence but nod a little as your hands tangle together.

"You're so beautiful" you blurt starry eyed before whining.

"Thank you, I should be saying that to you, you know but looks like you beat me to it." he laughs. Before you knew it that wave crashed over you again a little harder this time leading to you moaning his name a little louder than you would've liked. His movements sped up, he himself whining and groaning loudly before squeaking. His release leaking into the latex sheath. You were right about one thing he was a little submissive after all. He slowly guides himself out with a soft pop, discarding the now sticky latex and pulling his boxers on. You try to sit up but his hand guides you to gently lay back down.

"Stay there, let me go get something to clean you up angel. It's the least I can do for you." he whispers pressing a kiss to your cheek before wandering off to the bathroom. You lay there and sticky satisfied mess. Without Spencer you felt a little cold and empty, but he made you feel more at ease and safer then you'd ever felt before which astounded you. He comes back with a warm wet cloth wiping down your intimate areas and sweat all while murmuring sweet words of praise and compliments.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" you mumble quietly.

"Yeah if that's okay with you my apartments a little far from here. Just.. if I leave before you wake up I'm sorry but my work's pretty demanding. "

"No thats all good." you say as he pulls you to settle in his arms.

"Thank you" he whispers into your hair.

"For what?"

"For letting me see you like that." you smile at his sickenly sweet sentence. 'Is this guy real?' You think to yourself as you drifted into sleep enveloped by his arms.

The next morning your bed's empty but your not too torn up about it because Spencer warned you the night before. You sigh rubbing your face as you sit up and spot a note on your bedside table.

"Y/n I'm sorry that I had to leave I got called in on a case. I really enjoyed what we did last night and again I want to thank you. In fact, I liked it so much I wanna see you again. Maybe this time with a little more clothes on so we can get to know each other a bit better. Anyways heres my number and I hope we can get coffee or something along those lines its really your choice . But hopefully sometime soon :)" - Spencer

You smile at the note giddily. Maybe this was the start of something great?

[sleepybabes16]

Sex with Jason has to be the most beautiful thing ever.

He’s so careful yet so harsh at the same time. Thrusting hard into you as he presses soft kisses to wherever his mouth can reach. AGHHH KILL ME.

His tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. Whimpering as he gets close to coming. Bros pull out game better be strong or you should probably be on birth control or using a condom because we just KNOW this man does not have enough self control to pull out while he’s coming. Plus why would you ever do that to him? He’s been so nice this whole time you’re fucking, he didn’t even give his full potential.

Maybe just let the poor baby moan and whimper as he comes deep in your cunt. Press a kiss to his neck as he cleans you up, because aftercare is always a must.

Come back Jason Todd, your twenty-eight children miss you 😢

[prairiegh0st]

eat the BEAN

[lacanianism]

'consolation' by edvard munch, 1894 and 1907.

[munchturkiye]

Bebeğim yor beni 💪🏼