#reposting here bc i deactivated that one

[milla984]

Spencer Reid doesn’t shake hands.

That’s the first thing everyone usually notices when they meet him.

Spencer Reid doesn’t like hugging.

He’d just say it’s a basic inference based on both his not-so-subtle germaphobia and his tendency to avoid physical contact as much as possible, albeit not 100% accurate.

Spencer Reid doesn’t like to be touched by strangers but doesn’t mind hugging his friends.

It only happens on a few, special occasions: he then buries his head in the crook of your neck, so close that you can feel his warm breath on your skin and smell a hint of coffee mixed with his favorite aftershave, while his soft curls brush over your face – a silent confession he cares a lot about you.

The entire world disappears and words cannot define what it means to get lost in the moment when he holds you tight against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you safe even if he’s the one showing his most vulnerable side.

Because for Spencer Reid, hugging is a serious business.

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[risingsunresistance]

blood god techno... drippy :]

[seeingivy]

i just know yuuji started that Daddy’s Home edit of gojo on a secret account 😭 he’s that man’s #1 fan (i’m positive he asked nobara to help him with the edit but took no credit since she didn’t think it was gonna pop off(v much regrets not taking credit for it))

FIRST OF ALL. yuuji is the biggest bitch on stan twitter, but literally NO ONE KNOWS IT'S HIM. except it becomes a thing where he's like "oh gojo is so insane for bringing the cat head to the shibuya set" and then people are like "source?? where did u see this" and then he deactivates and starts a new account all over again.

on the topic of secret accounts, here we go.

reiner has an account where he exclusively rates all the bread he eats at restaurants. similar to lorde, who has her onion ring instagram, reiner has one. but for bread. and the reviews are way too detailed like this man going on about "this bread is what victorian children dreamed of. 8.5/10."

gojo is on stan twitter, but for all the wrong reasons. they all hate him.

"oh you love geto? what's his favorite color? yeah. I thought so." FROM AN ALIAS ACCOUNT JUST CAUSING BEEF FOR NO REASON

calling nanami his bias and tweeting at him every day to get a response. like "my fav pls notice me" nanami knows its him. and blocks him.

nobara and maki are the queen of fancams, literally EVERYONE eats them up in edits and they pretend they don't watch them but the totally do

eren saves all the fancams he sees of you on his phone. and reposts them sometimes too. also totally during the breakup era, this man is googling "y/n and eren flirting for ten minutes straight" edits and crying himself to sleep. someone start playing last kiss.

connie, has a private twitter, that he uses to rant. but he accidentally doesn't use it sometimes and tweets very personal information from his verified account.

yuuta and maki have the whole blake lively and ryan reynolds vibe. except, maki is ryan reynolds and yuuta is blake lively.

like when ryan draws earrings onto blake lively's ears on instagram stories bc she's annoyed she doesn't have any - that is what maki does for her baby boy yuuta.

[aemoonie]

MOVING BLOGS

this was a long time coming and i've talked about this before, but i will be moving to a different blog from this point forward!

YOU CAN FIND ME HERE: @ningtual

i won't deactivate this blog nor @/niningz, since i want to keep my works online and i'm also stubborn enough to want to keep my main bc i've had it since i was 13 (i'm a veteran ik).

if i have something i write that i want to post, i'll still use this blog for those occasions. this way, i feel way less pressured and i still have all my writing in one place.

i just don't want to feel pressured in being creative anymore, and i also feel like the interaction/feedback you get on tumblr nowadays has not been very rewarding. ofc the thing i should say is that it shouldn't matter to me if my works get attention or not, but it can be pretty discouraging to see something you worked hard on get no recognition or very little. notes is not everything but without feedback/reception, there is no way to tell if people actually enjoy what i put out there.

i also wanna give thanks to everyone who supported me here and all the lovely moots i got to meet through this blog, i hope we can keep being friends on the new blog! my moots have been the main thing keeping me on aemoonie, but i hope that at least some of you will find me again 🫂

on the new blog i'll be reblogging a shit ton of stuff as per usual, so idk if you liked what i reposted in the past then you might like my new blog as well hehe 🫶🏻

thank you for the lovely memories and see you at @ningtual <3

[erikatsu]

hello. i know i made an announcement that i moved blogs, but i didn’t give an explanation rip. this post is gonna be long, sorry.

so i’ve been in the habit of archiving and or deactivating blogs around 1k followers (comfort zone) and i didn’t do that this time around. but it got to the point where i was just simply not having a good time bc of how i conditioned myself 💀 instead of deactivating and reposting everything again, i decided to just leave this blog up and make a side blog for anime fic reposts + new content. im not very active on either currently (my new job + family related things), but i will try my best to be more active even if its a few rbs here and there. i’ve been working on a few things for mha even though its pretty dead rn from what ive seen LMAO. but im not working at a good pace rip. i do still plan on posting genshin + hsr works there, or at least what i have in my wips. but, i’ve always been a slow writer so it will take time.

mutuals, since i have more followers here, i’ll use this blog for boosting fics, and my writing blog to keep track of my tbrs. and i want to say thank you to those who decided to come with me and continue to support me and my writing (or just me in general)– mutuals and followers alike. it genuinely means so much to me that you guys are willing to see me hop fandoms and 2d men like im a crazed frog and keep up with it. that being said you can tag me in stuff on either blog too, but i wanna try to keep some organization so i may rb with whichever one i feel is best.

i do not have asks open on this blog, only on my writing blog so unfortunately all asks will have to be sent there. i’d be willing to talk more in depth about what’s going on in the chaotic life i live where there are (way) less people too. eventually, i will go through my following more here and slim it down to make this an actual main which goes back to not interacting bc i don’t think i should be using this blog to boost fics from my writing one. i can’t explain that, but that’s just how i feel. i’ve not done that before and i don’t think i should start now.

if you took the time to read this post, thank you. ily. i hope you are all doing well and that life is treating you kindly. no tldr bc im here to be seen and heard /j.

unrelated but, ill be switching my theme here to my side bc i CANT stop staring at it LMFAO. its too cool to me

[miupow]

I LITERALLY THOUGHT U WERE GONE FOR GOOD UNTIL I SAW AN ASK THAT U SENT TO KUMI AND I WAS LIKE?$)$8$+ LIA???$(9$

i missed u sm omg 💔💔 n omg im sure you'll gain your 1k back faster than ever 😭!!!! i havent even been active lately, i cant comment or send dms on yunsbby so idk what to do 🧍 might do the same as u n deactivate but on purpose bc i need to make my primary account my yunsbby acc 😭!!!! i hate sending asks to my moots on anon 💔 idk if i should though? i have over 20+ drafts on multiple accs and it would take too much time to put everything in a different place.. like is that doing too much yes or no

— lei 🦠

heehee lei im so glad u found my new acc... i still haven't had all of my old anons n moots come back n i miss them im so happy ur here

honestly making a new blog entirely sounds best? because it sounds like yunsbby might be shadowbanned... i would go thru ur wips and save all of the ones that you really care about on like a google doc or smn and then go thru and deactivate/create a new blog ^^ im lucky that i didn't have a lot of wips so i didn't lose much cept for content i had already released.. still in the process of reposting old deleted works

if u do go thru w making a new acc pls send it to me so we can be mooties again heehee <3

[cheolism]

i need ur advice on something :)) i used to have a blog that was solely for reblogging and fic recs but i would write but just never post. i eventually posted one fic and it got way more attention than i expected and it had a couple thousand notes. then people started sending me asks and dm’ing me requests and to write more which i did for like a couple weeks but i got so overwhelmed that i deleted my acc 😭😭 this was a year ago haha and now idk if i should repost that fic and continue writing and post what i already have or just keep roblogging fics like i do now bc i’m scared i’ll get overwhelmed again 😭 ik i can set my boundaries and have requests closed but i’m just worried that if i do start posting i’ll have the urge to deactivate. and that’s like the last thing i wanna do bc i get so bummed out when others do that. sorry if this is really long ik it’s such a do or don’t situation. i really do like writing and want to share it with others but at the same time idk if i could stick it out longer than last time. if this is really confusinf im so sorry 😭

hello babie!!! i totally understand where you're coming from. if you want to write then i definitely recommend starting up your blog again. i'd advise you to create a post and pin it to the top of your blog setting boundaries, just like i do -- there's no shame in not taking requests or anything like that!!! writing is supposed to be fun!!! if you don't want to deactivate, you absolutely don't have to either!! you can just put your blog on hiatus!! if you had the urge to do this, i would also say to make it a sideblog instead of your main so you don't have to get rid of your account entirely if you get that urge. and also: you don't have to meet a quota or anything!! just write what you want, when you want to.

if you want to talk abt it more, you can send another ask or dm me!! i'm totally here to help you if you need it lovely <3

[sintiva]

hi sin ! hope you’re doing well ♡ i’m pretty nervous bc this is my first time ever sending you an ask aaa ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

so this summer i came across your account (your previous one) and i read every single fic / thirst of yours bc i just love the way you write so so SO much. when you deactivated i was so sad and hoping you were okay, especially since ik running a blog can feel pressuring and stressful at times :/

it’s rly lovely to see you back (i almost tears when i found ur account again) and thriving on this account ! (ღˇ◡ˇ*)♡

i saw that you’ve uploaded some previous works from your old blog here so i’ve been wanting to ask if you could repost one of my fave fics if you still have it. i really hope that i’m not bothering you with this request but it’s the nerd!eren x reader fic titled “you n’ me” !

i’ve been hesitant to ask since i know you said nerd!eren ran you into the ground a lil bit on your old blog. so of course, you don’t have to post it if you’re uncomfortable or just don’t want to, and i completely understand and respect your wishes for the fic or nerd!eren in general.

have a lovely day / week sin :) (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

WHY AM I HYPERVENTILATING RN *MLAFUNCTIONS*

omggmgmgmgmg this is so amazing. i wanna cry. but i wanna hug you and kiss you all over. this is so sweet. i’m really happy you liked my old works AND my WRITING STYLE🥹🫶🏽❤️❤️❤️❤️.it makes me feel accomplished. (i’m really tryna collect my thoughts rn) i’m just so happy that i don’t know what to say!!;?:?:?: but i am doing better, i like to think, and i’m so sorry for the sudden deactivation. life was just lifing 😭

BUTTTTT i did plan on reposting that fic🏃🏽‍♀️ i find myself reading it often cause YEAH. it’s honestly one of my fave fics of mine, so i was definitely gonna bring it back. if you’d like to read it now, it’s actually posted to my a03, just type in sintiva and my account should pop up. and please you’re not bothering me at all, i love love love this. it makes me feel so happy that somebody likes my work. i doubt myself a lot so i loveeeeeeee the compliments. i adore you so much nonny.😣

i love you❤️❤️

[saetoru]

Sobs sobs Tee.... I just wanna ask some advice, u can just ignore this if u don't feel like it. I ask bc I think I've seen u broke moots b4 and how can I handle it so well? Or am I wrong? God, I don't have that many moots but this, I have this one moot that probably is checking on me constantly if they can contact me tru other socmeds when I just prefer to be moots here on this app. Sometimes I just want to write here sometime not. Sometimes read in peace and do my thing. But I'm afraid to log in sometimes. I came to a point that I deactivate and start over fresh with no whatsoever link or even didn't repost at all my prev works just so this person doesn't find me butt, they did manage by dropping an Ask, 'is that you?' 'I can see it from your writing style.' So I deactivate again. Sigh. Sorry for my rants. Now I'm in totally a new acct and haven't posted anytg until I change my writing style. I wish I nvr met this moot.

sobs honestly bestie i think u should just block them bc that sounds insane that u went thru the lengths to deactivate and restart and now are trying to CHANGE ur writing style for them 😭🤚🏽 i promise u that blocking someone seems intimidating bc u think like omg they’ll reach out and ask why but if they do just block again or removed them off discord / wtv u have them on. don’t cater ur experience around them !

[ttluvsuu]

What happened????? never reading her luke ones again❓ i already can't live without them how depressing..

I think she just had a lot going on, I have talked to her outside of tumblr and she is dealing with a bunch she also had people telling her to kħș and they hoped she would dïé sorry for the weird spelling I usually only repost on tumblr so idk the guidelines. Who knows maybe she will make a new account one day.😔 I just hope people can realize not to send hate to other writers out here bc I have a lot of moots I love Ean’s couldnt imagine them deactivating too. Anyways much love ♡ ttluvsu 💋

[milla984]

It's the Great Pumpkin, Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer and Reader get to spend some quality time together on Halloween

Pairing: virgin!Spencer Reid x fem!reader, virgin!Spencer Reid x plus size Reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: heavy kissing, handjob, fingering, brief mention of an anxiety attack, body image insecurities (both parts)

Word Count: 5.4k

This work is part of the series Spencer Reid, my beloved

“I am officially traumatized,” Penelope blurted out when the end credits rolled on the screen, “remind me to never watch another Halloween movie with you, guys!!”

You could almost hear Spencer squeak in disbelief. “What?! This is a classic!”

She stood up to adjust her skirt, the one with jack-o’-lanterns and spiderwebs arranged in a casual pattern all over the dark fabric, and the bats standing on top of her fuzzy headband wiggled in different directions. 

“Uh–uh, La Dolce Vita is a classic. This is what goes on in the twisted mind of someone who desperately needed a hug and a large cup of hot cocoa with a ton of whipped cream and sprinkles as a child.”

You smiled as you finished loading the dishwasher, amused by the discussion unfolding in your living room; in your heart you were the greatest admirer of Spencer’s ability to conjure up any kind of random information on the spot but the exact moment you saw him open his mouth you knew he was about to make the situation worse.

“In fact, Barker’s grandmother had a fascination with the macabre. She would often tell gruesome stories which she presented as true tales so he grew up with the fear of being murdered in his own house.” 

Garcia gawked and raised a hand in his direction, simultaneously turning your way. “See?! Forgive me if I don’t think that having my entire body ripped apart by giant hooks is the ultimate frontier of pleasure!”

“And I’ll never look at a puzzle box the same way! What if it’s a brain teaser from Hell and there’s one of those chattering monsters inside?” she added and you had to hold back your laughter because Spencer’s perplexed frown was probably one of the cutest and funniest things in the whole world.

The mustache glued to his upper lip and the cravat he wore over a white shirt and black vest were only adding to it so you forced yourself to remain serious. “I’m sorry… pizza and a movie from my dvd collection were all I had to offer on such short notice,” you said, to which she replied by shaking her long, wavy hair.

“Oh no, sweet pea! You did great, I’m just too attached to the illusion that life is a rainbow to be into the traditional Halloween gore,” she sighed and wrapped herself in a colorful poncho. “Hey, Raven Man! Ready to leave?”

Spencer squirmed: an IQ of 187 and still he was unable to come up with a semi-plausible lie when it came to hiding the truth from his friends. Feeling the weight of her curious stare he swallowed nervously.

“I was kind of considering the possibility of going to the midnight screening of Nosferatu, at the Silver Theatre. It’s the 100th anniversary so the Silent Orchestra will play the entire score live, have you ever heard of them? They use contemporary musical idioms to convey the art of pre-talkies films to modern audiences, they’ve been widely acclaimed for their work.”

Penelope raised an eyebrow. “Midnight screening, huh?! Which means you don’t need a ride home… what a coincidence,” she teased, leaning forward to squeeze you in a passionate hug. “I knew it! I saw it the minute I walked in!”

This time was your turn to shrug with a puzzled expression: Reid and Garcia should have been on the opposite side of D.C. for a relaxed dinner at the Morgans’ after a thorough raid of all the neighborhood porches. However, Derek had called just as they were getting in the car to inform them that Hank got unexpectedly sick and forty-five minutes later All Hallows’ Eve enthusiast Reid (dressed up as Edgar Allan Poe) plus a very concerned Penelope had showed up at your apartment, making you wonder why on earth wasn’t she already busy baking since she kept repeating chickenpox called for the best pumpkin pie ever.

“Well, there goes our plan to keep a low profile,” you groaned as you closed the door behind her, and Spencer’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“How…?! Is this what they call ‘female intuition’?”

“Call it whatever you want but I’m glad she’s not mad we didn’t tell her right away,” you replied, proceeding to wrap your arms around his shoulders, “and I can think of another person who’s probably very happy for you, now.”

Spencer got rid of the fake mustache with a pensive stare. When it finally dawned on him that Garcia’s phone buzzing during your impromptu horror-themed movie night had in fact started out as live updates on their godson’s health and most likely turned into a gossip session about you two as a couple he squinted.

“I almost bailed on going trick-or-treating with them. I didn’t because I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, but I also wanted to see you. It’s our first Halloween.”

You nodded. “Maybe we can still get tickets for Nosferatu. You’re a terrible liar, so I’m sure there really is a midnight screening at the Silver Theatre.”

Spencer stared at you, entranced, then pulled you closer and in a heartbeat your lips met his - a sweet caress, tender and soft, your breaths entwined and your noses rubbing against each other in delicate strokes. You gave him a gentle push and he plopped down on the couch as you placed one knee on either side of his legs to straddle him; one of his hands sneaked behind you, exploring you as if he was trying to blindly map your whole back. 

You felt his other hand on your waist, hesitant. 

Three months had passed since the day you both came to the conclusion you were not “just friends” - three months made of late night phone calls from six different States, of handwritten silly notes you hid in his leather bag each time you drove him to the airport to catch a flight for Houston, three months of you hoping things would eventually move past the PG rated phase.

Three months of your self-consciousness sowing the seed of doubt in your heart, encouraged by the notion of whom he got to share his workspace with: you were no Emily or JJ and even if Spencer wasn’t the type to pay attention to details he frequently referred to as ‘trivial’ you were growing less and less confident.

“It’s fine, you can touch me,” you whispered, guiding his palm to cup your breast. They were pretty difficult to ignore, nevertheless he always seemed to steer away from them as much as he could.

You ran your fingers through his hair until you grabbed a small chunk of his curls; Spencer gasped for air and you brushed your tongue over his lower lip, letting out a muffled moan when the heat between your legs became almost unbearable. You started grinding on his lap to adjust tightly against his body.

“Wait…” he whined, squirming under you.

A second moan escaped from your throat while the pressure of his stiff cock hit your thigh but he shoved you away to free himself and spring to his feet, shaking heavily as if he was experiencing a full blown anxiety attack. 

His cheeks were flustered and his hair stuck to his dampened forehead so that he couldn’t even look at you straight - which gave him the perfect excuse to avoid doing it altogether. “I– I’m sorry…”

“No, no, I am…” you muttered, because the guilt building up in your chest felt so heavy you find it difficult to breathe.

Spencer was standing there, fumbling nervously with the cravat around his neck; his body language was screaming discomfort and he was clearly thinking of an excuse to remove himself from the situation. It was then that the hidden and irrational side of you, the one that desperately feared he would have disappeared forever if you’d let him go, kicked in and a rush of adrenaline came running down your spine.

“Please…” you continued, placing a hand over his, “it’s okay, really… there’s no way to control it, you should know better than anyone—”

“Why? Because I’m a man and men are supposed to have zero impulse regulation?!”

The embarrassment and shame in his voice broke you: you had sworn a thousand times in your mind to do your best to be his solace, yet now it seemed you were hurting him like no-one had ever done before.

“No,” you replied, “because you’re the genius, here, and you should know it’s a perfectly healthy and natural reaction.”

He huffed, visibly irritated at what he must have perceived as a patronizing tone. A different sort of emotion crawled under your skin, sparked by the amount of tension stagnating in the air.

You offered him a cushion and glanced at him with your usual no-nonsense attitude. “Sit down, so we can have a proper conversation? You know, like… functioning adults.”

Spencer pouted for a second, evaluating numbers and statistics about two years and a half’s worth of interactions. The truth was, intellectual affinity was such a familiar concept for the two of you that talking your way through an issue was indeed a synonym for a positive outcome. 

He grabbed the cushion and held it onto his stomach to shield himself from your gaze, though it was purposely focused on his face; you thought it was best to put some distance between your bodies when he sat on the couch again so you folded your legs underneath you, shivering like a cold draft had found its way inside the room.

“Listen, we can both agree this is not your regular, everyday casual topic of conversation… which is why we’ve never discussed premarital sex—”

“I’m not against it,” Spencer rushed to declare, “I’ve assumed it was the same for—”

“Sure, no! Ditto,” you confirmed.

His furrowed brows relaxed while his mouth curved in a timid smile. “Did you know that every person’s intimate relationships follow a script that has been written according to their own individual attitude towards all –uhm, sexual experiences?”

“I did not,” you admitted, and Spencer’s hands started dancing to the sound of his own words. 

“There are sets of guidelines for appropriate behavior, each partner in consensual encounters acts as if they are an actor following a script rather than acting on impulse alone. Researches indicate that women are more likely to initiate contact in well established relationships, negotiating sexual activity in developing relationships can be difficult 'cause both parts have multiple goals to deal with, such as providing relational definitions or following specific standards or morals.”

“Yeah, speaking about relationships… I think we’ve been in one since Christmas, we were just too dumb to say it out loud. And to each other,” you explained. “Sounds like a well-established to me but what’s your take on us?”

He curled into himself. “Every time we’re together I know there’s no other place I’d rather be. I’ve never even imagined it could be possible, I want to feel you even closer… and I’m so afraid I’m forcing this on you—”

“You’re not, I want it too,” you reassured him, “but to be honest I was starting to worry you were not into… me.”

Spencer’s beautiful eyes roamed over you and what you could see was all but repulsion. “Actually it’s the complete opposite.”

“So, what if my script says I’m ready to take things further?” you inquired, inching towards him to tug at the cravat of his costume. 

Spencer cupped your face and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Mine is on the same page,” he whispered.

Your fingers immediately went to the vest he was wearing and trailed the line of buttons in a slow movement; you undid them one by one, the hems eventually coming apart to reveal the white shirt underneath.

“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good,” you purred while you loosened the cravat to uncover his Adam’s apple. The way his muscles tensed as it bobbed up and down drove you crazy, so you teased him with the tip of your tongue - your lips grazing over the short stubble. 

Damn him and his impeccable bone structure: the scruffy look suited him so well it always sparked in you the urge to pin him to a wall and sink your teeth into his tender flesh. You loved how he could sport a smooth, professional style when the situation required it still wasn’t concerned with shaving each morning, almost as if it was an impractical activity which took energy away from whatever he considered to be a priority at that moment. 

You heard something flop on the floor and stopped your ministrations: the cushion he’d been holding over his stomach wasn’t there anymore, meaning you got to notice his trousers were becoming increasingly tight.

You squeezed his knee to make sure he was prepared for a more intimate contact then you slid it even further on his leg, giving him a couple of minutes to adjust to your gentle strokes before you felt confident enough to move the action to his inner thigh.

Spencer gasped, surprised rather than shocked or disturbed by how close you were now to where he was aching, and he leaned back to ease the pressure of the fabric but kept his eyes on you. 

He gave a silent nod in response to your interrogative stare, so you finally traced the outline of his hard cock between your thumb and index.

He jolted this time and muttered under his breath, a deep rasp in his voice you didn’t expect: you were unprepared to hear your name spoken as it was the quintessence of pure desire and you quivered, the throbbing in your ears rolling to your core.

You kissed his temple as you pointed at the waistband of his trousers. “Can I…?”

“Y– yes…” he muttered.

His clothes didn’t have any space left to accommodate his bulge. You palmed over it and felt an impatient twitch, which nearly had Spencer cursing; it was becoming torture for him so you reached for the zipper. 

For a split second the historical inaccuracy of a Victorian era costume featuring a device first introduced years after Edgar Allan Poe’s death hit you - a remark Reid himself would have been very appreciative of, which showed how much you could relate to the way his brain worked. Then you shook out of it and peeled his slacks open.

You crumpled the shirt over his stomach and marveled at the sight of his soft belly, the flawless navel, the dark fuzz pointing directly to his raging erection. With a cautious approach you freed it from any restraint, chewing on your lower lip as you often did when you were entirely focused on a challenging task. 

You couldn’t exactly say you had many options in your mind to compare him to but you had done a lot of fantasizing: now that he was in front of you, undressed and defenseless, you were downright mesmerized by—

“What’s wrong?!” Spencer screeched, interrupting your train of thought. “Is it odd? Does it look odd?!”

You shook your head, taken aback. “... odd?! No, why?!” you asked. “It’s just…” you petted the roundness to demonstrate, “I like your tummy so much.”

The way it pressed against his belt whenever he sat next to you on your couch or his was overly inviting and in the past weeks you had to fight the temptation to sneak a hand inside his shirt to squish it, because you didn’t know how he would’ve reacted. 

“Really?!” he marveled, confirming he wasn’t even aware you had a thing for soft tummies. His soft tummy, to be specific.

You smiled and leaned forward to rest your forehead against his. “Are you okay with me doing this?”

Spencer nodded, his eyelids half-closed, so you let your fingertips follow the trail of hair below his belly button; his hardness twitched again when you got near, then you wrapped your hand around it. 

You both moaned in unison, a harmony of pleasure that filled the silence of your living room. You moved along his entire length, feeling the satiny skin sliding over the shaft, and he threw his hair back in a movement that left his jugular exposed: his neck was too inviting and you sucked on it, the groans vibrating in his throat reverberating on your lips.

You gripped tighter when he got used to your caresses. As soon as his muffled whimpers seemed to increase in frequency you circled your thumb over the tip, spreading his leaking precum over the sensitive head. Spencer was at loss for words, a good indication that he was definitely enjoying the moment.

You were enjoying it too; you started to rub your legs together, your imagination running wild and picturing all sorts of scenarios. The mere thought of having him inside of you made you want to touch yourself but you resisted: Spencer was undoubtedly new to this and deserved someone in his life to love him and shower him with attention, so you decided to put his release before your own.

When you twisted your hand at the base of his cock he jumped, missing the bridge of your nose by a few inches.

“Too much?!” you cooed, and he seemed to come out of a sort of drunken stupor.

“No, no… it’s good, I like it…”

You sighed. “Spence, you have to tell me if—”

“It’s really good,” he replied, the urgency sensible in his tone. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded, low-key ashamed of how needy he’d sounded.

You pecked him on the nose as a reassurance you accepted and cherished this version of him: he wasn’t the kind of man to be interested in the crude physical aspect of sex, he’d made it clear. He wasn’t desperate for just anyone to satisfy him - he trusted you to do it, because he knew you were safe in each other’s arms.

You shifted to adjust at his side and returned to your previous occupation; you let your other hand wander over his thigh as a forewarning, then you sheepishly cupped his balls so you could provide additional stimulation and send him over the edge.

He bucked his hips, a loud “Oh, God!!!” escaping from his mouth before he grasped a fistful of your hair. He was hungry for you, his tongue sliding lustfully against yours and his breathing so ragged you were sure he was getting close. 

Kissing him was your drug of choice but you also wanted to watch him come undone, thanks to you, so you turned your head while he tensed: he arched his back and bucked his hips once more, nipping at your earlobe. He became harder as he spilled himself over your fingers, wrist and his own stomach with a feral growl.

You didn’t let go of him, not even when his whole body finally slumped down.

The well-defined jaw and unruly curls falling on his face, now so serene, made him appear like a Botticellian masterpiece. Botticelli would have never painted one of his subjects in such a disheveled state, for sure, but the contrast between his angelic aura and the fact he was sprawled on the couch with his trousers unzipped and his softening cock still in your hand was a vision to behold.

“Hey,” you hummed as he re-opened his eyes and found you looking at him, “you’re too cute to be real, you know that?!”

Embarrassed - yet adorably proud - Spencer lowered his gaze, only to grimace at the stickiness on his belly. And on you. “I made a mess, I’m s—”

“We made a mess. Besides, it’s nothing a towel can’t fix, don’t be sorry,” you said, patting his tummy.

You were almost tempted to ask him how long he’d been saving it for, in a clumsy attempt to remind him you’d fallen so head over heels for him you were not at all grossed out; at the last moment you ruled the joke out, though, stretching your legs to get up instead. “Give me a couple of minutes.”

He flashed you the most awkward smile and you forced your feet to move towards the bathroom. 

You washed your hands under the hot running water and silently watched a part of Spencer swirling down the drain; the floral scent of the soap was now in the air but you could still feel his - coffee and cologne, accentuated by the faint traces of sweat on his skin. 

You had just discovered something new: Spencer was often oblivious of how good he looked (despite the dark circles under his eyes) and that was no mystery, but the idea he might have been insecure about different parts of his body was something you’d never taken into account. If being a couple was the natural consequence of the emotional bond between you - rather than a result of some physical infatuation alone - why was he so preoccupied with your reaction to his half-naked self?

Your brain was going in severe overdrive. 

You inhaled and exhaled a couple of times, your fingers gripping on the honed marble of the countertop, then you dried your hands with a towel, grabbed a fresh one and returned to the living room; the instant you approached your couch you realized Spencer had been doing a lot of thinking of his own, and your heart sank into your stomach.

“Wunderkind, are you alright?” you questioned as you offered him the towel so that he could clean himself up. “What’s going on in here?” you added, tapping lightly on his temple.

He shrugged and proceeded to meticulously remove any trace of his seed from his belly and clothes before tucking the shirt into the waistband of his trousers. “Nothing special.”

His left eyebrow raised, due to an involuntary movement of his facial muscles: it was a flash, a glimpse, the undeniable proof he was hiding something. The sound of your intrusive thoughts and fears got so loud you wanted to scream to cover their noise.

“Your microexpressions say otherwise,” you retorted.

Spencer lifted his head to meet your eyes, mouth agape, and you couldn’t decipher the meaning of such a bewildered reaction. You had always been able to recognize his lying frown, his anxious smile, the suspicious squint and a hundred more variations: you were not a member of the BAU but you were an expert on detecting and classifying his emotions, yet you’d never seen that one before. 

“It’s… uhm, I’m wondering if it was good for you.”

Your heart leaped and bounced back where it belonged. His job required him to be the one calling people out on their behavior, not the other way round; your presence in his life forced him to face a situation in which his skills as a profiler couldn’t shield him from his own vulnerability, so he was in serious need of some consolation.

You bent over to whisper in his ear. “It was.”

“But you didn’t...” he nervously licked his lips, “and I want you to. Just tell me how.”

In the back of your mind you were 100% sure it would have been the right moment to confess you’d been harboring a few insecurities of your own but your fight-flight-freeze response was already answering on your behalf, making you freeze on the spot.

“Spencer…”

“You don’t think I can?!” he inquired, still convinced his lack of experience was the motivation behind any episode of miscommunication. 

“NO! It’s not about you,” you responded in a hurry, hugging him as he was still seated on the couch. “Or maybe it is… ” you gestured to your whole figure, “I guess I’m a bit worried this isn’t what—”

Spencer wrapped you in an equally sweet hug, his chin dimple pressed on your abdomen. “This is soft,” his hands ran to the back of your knees, trailing up, “it’s so soft I’ve got only one thing in mind every time you hug me and I have to stop myself…”

He stopped talking mid-sentence when you guided his palms over your chest and he finally laughed, fascinated by the feeling of your breasts through the shirt.

If he was so happy at the idea you were starving for his touch and was clearly eager to reciprocate it was time to consider the strong possibility he wasn’t just settling for less. “Do you really—”

“Yes!” he replied, enthusiastically. “But I could use a few hints, you know.”

You knew. “May I sit on your lap, kind sir?”

The ‘are you even serious?’ pout on his face deserved an award; now you were both allowed to act silly without the slightest concern one of you was making fun of the other, high on the intoxicating concept of true intimacy.

You positioned yourself so that you were seated on his groin, your back flat on his chest and your head nestled in the crook of his neck, thanking Mother Nature for the existence of refractory periods. Not that it was necessary, but Spencer hooked his left forearm around your waist to secure you as his tongue glided over the soft skin behind your ear. “How do I start?”

“Step one: make some space,” you tipped him.

He gulped loudly and began to caress your knee, ghosting his fingers along the thigh-bone. You shivered in anticipation and when he tried to reach for your inner thigh you spread your legs apart; he flattened his palm, gripping on your muscles and rubbing back and forth - still keeping some distance from your most delicate spots. 

You turned to offer him your lips. “Tease me… up and down, light touches.”

He did as he was told. When he ran the back of his hand over your mound you whimpered, the oversensitivity being too much to bear combined with the mind-blowing taste of his mouth over yours.

“Isn’t it frustrating for you?” he managed to articulate in between kisses and you rocked your hips against him.

You could already feel the familiar and insistent throbbing, accentuated by the fact that delayed gratification was a real pain; you were dying for him to placate the fire his hard cock had sparked in you, so you grabbed his wrist and guided it over your stomach, down the front of your panties.

He gasped at the feeling of your tender flesh, the curly hair, the dampness - too many sensory inputs to process all at once. “You’re so… warm?”

“Core body temperature is higher than the temperature of the skin,” you reminded him. 

“So warm,” he kept repeating, basic biology facts lost on him because his brain seemed to have switched off. 

His palm grazed over your folds and your legs fell further open to give him better access; you stroked his left forearm and tilted your head back. “Only two fingers now, Spence… up and down. But don’t go straight for—”

You tensed when his fingertips danced on your clit and he gripped you even tighter. “Sorry,” he mumbled, but the sensation was so good you could only smile.

“If you plan to go there it’s left and right. And draw a few circles around, big and small...” you explained before words turned into muffled moans as he put your suggestions into actions.

You were still grinding on his lap, your back glued to his chest, and he took advantage of the proximity to trap your earlobe between his teeth, sucking lightly at each change of the pattern he was tracing.

You squeezed his wrist when the flame inside of you grew fiercer. “You can slip your finger in if you want.”

Spencer let go of your earlobe and paused. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks,” you admitted, the weight of your secret vanishing in the air like a puff of smoke.

He sighed and shifted underneath you; just as you were ready to tell him he didn’t have to if he wasn’t comfortable with the idea he slid his middle finger past your entrance and you shuddered in his embrace. His hands were elegant, veiny, and his slender digits made for playing piano or reaching your hidden crevices - you had no doubts about it, but judging by how he was sitting still he had more than one question regarding what to do with them.

“How do I feel? Spence...?”

Even if you couldn’t really see his face, you knew he had a confused-slash-excited look on. “Hot… and wet, I never thought—”  

“You like it?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?!” he asked in the cutest high-pitched tone and you laughed, making you both wince at the sudden movement. 

All the words in any existent language put together couldn’t describe the amount of affection you had for him. “I like it, Spence,” you hummed, “and it would be even better if you tried curling your fin— FUCK!” 

Spencer wasn’t one to waste time once he was given a specific instruction.

He pushed his finger forward and curled it as you said, gliding in and out to slowly familiarize himself with the different textures of your inner walls. He adopted a very empirical approach, experimenting several techniques based on what he’d learned not so long before, while you whimpered and moaned his name; he was moaning, too, and so prettily you couldn’t control yourself.

“Spence, I need more…” 

He nipped at your jaw, his long hair tickling your cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, I promise”, you panted, almost out of breath.

When he slipped a second finger in you realized that his arm wrapped around your waist was the only thing still keeping you in place: your legs were giving up on you, your hips swayed to let Spencer’s fingers plunge deeper as your back arched and your fists closed around his clothes. He was pumping relentlessly, overwhelmed by your wetness and the way you were taking him inside like he was a missing part of your own body; he tried to reach for your mouth and you turned to grasp the nape of his neck.

“Your hands are perfect,” you whined, “you are perfect…”

He huffed, his heart pounding fast. “Are you…?”

“Please... make me come, Spence,” you begged him in a whisper.

He pressed his thumb on your clit and started alternating between rough circling motions and the upward movement of his fingers, as you bucked your hips at a frantic pace; your thighs muscles contracted, you clenched around him and you ears plugged as you climaxed - something that had never happened to you before.

You tugged at his hair and screamed his name, before settling against his body once the tension faded. 

He kept his fingers inside and he cuddled you throughout the aftermath of your orgasm, planting butterfly kisses wherever his mouth could reach and cradling you like his only mission in life was making you feel safe and protected. 

Your self-consciousness awoke first, despite the rush of feel-good hormones flowing in your bloodstream.

“Am I crushing you…?” you mumbled, and he grunted as you wriggled free to lean forward and pick up the towel from the floor. 

He stared at his wet fingers with a pensive frown, then he wiped them clean and turned to face you - now seated on the couch with your legs across his and your forearm rested on his shoulder, so that you could play with his curls. 

“Doctor, you deserve a gold star for your performance.”

He smiled and lowered his gaze for a second. “I’m very good at following instructions.”

“You’re not bad at improvising, either,” you pointed out, “the thing you did with your thumb…?”

“I figured it was only a matter of combining the exact pressure and the right angle. Technically speaking—”

“Spencer?!” you cut him off, before he could lose himself in his own rambling. “Thank you,” you added, kissing him lightly on his lips before you stood up to fix your panties and trousers. “You can tell me all about the mechanics behind one of the best orgasms of my life on our way.”

“Nosferatu. First Halloween together…?” you elaborated when he looked at you in total confusion. “You’ve changed your mind.”

He shifted on the couch, his hazel eyes fixed on you. “Is that okay?”

This time you looked at him with your best ‘is ice cream cold?’ frown: you wanted to spend eternity with him, not just an hour or two more. You climbed into his lap and tangled your fingers in his hair while he cupped your breasts.

“What if I get…? I mean... again?!”

“Well, it’s not going to happen right now, Professor!!" you snorted, and his giggle sounded like celestial music. "But don’t worry, we’ve got the whole night."

NB: I'm not using my regular taglist for Spencer Reid smut fics but I'm obviously tagging only the users who sent a request. If you wish to be added you can send me an ask or leave a comment below with the request to be added.

[iamskydadddy]

okay anon this has happened to me before its the most annoying thing ever.. it depends on why they deactivated you, if it says its bc they think you're trying to be someone else you'll most likely get your account back if not you probably wont.. which that sucks i know bc it happened to me

i would just start a new acc and post something and find one of your mutuals and have them repost one of your posts for you can get your followers and mutuals back. if you dont have @hrryscherrys or something follow you and repost it since shes someone on here who u were already talking to and yeah

I thought someone was yelling at me at first when I saw this long message 😟

[sque1ch]

[minejiro]

i'm so devastated knowing itachiyama deactivated, i remember following you when it was still everesteen haha :') your works means so much comfort to me and i came back every once in a while to reread it, but hey it's a goodbye i guess :') i'm sorry i'm shaking as i'm typing this :') sending you virtual hugs and thank you for writing those amazing works! <3

help dbejfb well i hope ur okay now :,) u been following me for quite some time omg aww sorry they had to go like that :( i was just rly uncomfortable on that blog and so i left and then i was getting more and more anxious with the idea of leaving the works unattended and that blog just being left up like that so i deleted it. i still have a good portion of the works—i didnt save the super old ones that i hated, but i did save the ones i felt were relatively decent and maybe ill slowly repost them on here so that theyre somewhere i can keep an eye on and are re-edited too, but im not entirely sure yet bc i dont want a whole haikyuu centered blog bc im not rly fixated on it anymore

we'll see, but for now we can just appreciate the works for what they were and im sure plenty of new writers are coming into the fandom that are wayyy more talented than me anyway sobsobsob

[iwaizooming]

okay so bc im an indecisive and overthinking virgo bitch,, im gonna have to explain my thought process before i do anything so, feel free to ignore but ahh idk i just wanted to put this out in the universe so i can decide better.

okay so i freaking love this blog okay? like the layouts?? sexy. the url ??? sexy. my moots? sexy. my followers who frequently come by to say hi? sexy.

and i’m so so grateful to be able to build a platform like this in such a short amount of time, especially bc it’s my first blog and i didn’t start this acc knowing ANYONE.

this is just me making shit a bigger deal than it actually is but yknow, that’s my brand 😎

okay anyways here’s why i wanna (maybe) move:

1. most of my followers come from my smau i’m pretty sure. which is cool and all, but smaus attract such dead followers lmao. i’m obviously not complaining about the interactions i have rn, bc god damn i love you guys, but it’s just a teeny bit annoying when your follower & note count doesn’t grow proportionally.

2. i feel chained down by my responsibilities here. i don’t feel any motivation to continue my smau anymore, like i just don’t wanna continue it. i might wanna make another smau in the future but idk, not right now. and more people keep interacting w the smau and i feel horrible knowing that it’s most probably gonna be discontinued. i COULD delete it, but yknow, the memories 🥲

3. fresh start babyyy!! a fresh new blog with no saved tags lmao and yeah,, it’s all clean and nice.

why i still am not sure if i wanna move:

1. all the memories i’ve made here. but then again i won’t deactivate this one so ig it’s fine hehe

2. my works. i could always repost them bc i do like quite a few of them, even the stupid crack ones, so i might. this is super shallow but im scared that i won’t get as much notes if i move, but like that’s so shallow lmao whatever 🏃‍♀️

3. idk actually lol. the only reasons why i dont wanna move yet is because of the memories and like, number-oriented, extremely vain reasons. which is quite embarassing to say, but idk i still think it’s pretty valid.

———

huh. this made things a little bit clearer lmao 👩‍🦯

anyways sorry for rambling but i just wanted to like,, think. it’s not important whatsoever but babababa it’s my blog hehe i’m allowed to ramble 😁👍

what do you guys think? i’d love to hear your opinion on this but then again it’s really not a big deal lol i’m just doing the most rn 😪

[seijch]

ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌