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emily, 26, uk ♡ sideblog of @batgirlofficial
oversharer, trash queen, film girl and patron saint of dilfs ♡
!! explicit content very 18+ !!
mostly thirsting over:
spencer reid, aaron hotchner, bo sinclair, logan howlett, cooper adams, ethan chandler, bucky barnes, john wick
more links incoming soon
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I think Logan would absolutely enjoy fucking you dumb, especially if you're a mouthy person who's too smart for your own good. He'd love to shut up those quick jabs and witty remarks by turning you speechless in any way he knows he can.
Lips crashing, covering yours completely. Tongue in your mouth. Hand easily closing in on your throat, or pushing your face down against a pillow, ass up in the air for him—like what he's doing now. He'd overwhelm you with his body to the point of you blanking out.
He'd do it with his words, too, growling filth in your ear as he pounds into your hole, the squelching sounds getting louder as he gives you more.
"Where's that smart mouth now, sweetheart?" He taunts, two big fingers in your mouth, not enough to make you gag but heavy on your tongue. You let out a throaty groan, lips sucking on his fingers as he moans in your ear at the sensation.
"This mouth ain't just good for talking, huh? Would make you suck my cock if I didn't wanna fuck you so bad," he laughs breathlessly, hips pistoning into you, chest against your back.
You mewl his name when he takes his fingers out your mouth, moving them down to pleasure you between your legs. A shiver down his spine when your sounds devolve into a louder scream. God, he loves the sound of that.
"Yeah? Like that, baby?"
"Yes—yes—"
He feeds off the fact that he's the only one able to reduce you to this. Only he can turn you into a greedy, desperate little thing with a limited vocabulary of four simple words:
"Logan", "yes", "please", and "more".
moving in with spencer and he’s excited over stupid little things like ironing the sheets in the morning, picking silverware and ikea trips for plastic plants😔
this is soooooo cute okay omg
"did you know ikea sells more than 150 million meatballs each year." spencer smiles as he settles your tray of food on the table in the busy food hall.
"it's not that hard to believe" you hum, "i'm probably personally responsible for at least 20 million". spencer chuckles, and reaches across the table to hold your hand, looking at you with absolute admiration.
this was the happiest spence had been in a while. since he’d asked you to move into his apartment, and you’d excitedly said yes, he’d been planning where your favourite artwork would go on the walls and what chores you’d each do. he’d been particularly insistent in buying you a new bookcase. you loved the gesture, but knew it was mostly because he didn’t want your books, which were often kept in messy piles on the floor, to get mixed up in his meticulously organised collection.
“spence are you sure we need all this? I can just bring the stuff I had from my place, it’s no problem” you look at your trolley, it was almost overflowing with new things. photo frames, a new frying pan, saucepan, laundry basket, lamp and cutlery set, all of which you already had, but spencer was adamant.
“we’re moving in together; I want us to have our own stuff and some of this is needed. the lamp is for your bedside table so you don’t get eye strain, the laundry basket will be big enough for both our stuff which I know you don’t even have, and i don’t like the handles on your forks.” he squeezed your hand, he didn’t want you to doubt any part of moving in with him.
“my desk chair is my laundry basket, and my forks are offended by that” you smiled and lightly kicked his leg under the table. “I actually saw something I thought we could do together” you rummaged through your bag and pulled out a crumpled poster for the français film club at a movie theatre by the apartment. spencer gasped and pulled the same poster out of his satchel, his had a lot less wrinkles.
“i’ve actually already signed us up, their next screening is belle de jour”
this was it. this was the most content you and spencer had ever felt. everything was falling into place for you. as you finished your food and cleaned up your table, spencer put an arm round your shoulders and pulled you in to kiss the top of your head. your arm snaked around his waist and held him close.
"come on, i need to get an artificial alocasia from the plant department"
"say that five times fast" you laughed.
there was a pause "plant department?"
"no, artificial alocasia" you giggled "i love you" reached up to kiss his cheek.
"i love you too"
anon this was such an adorable prompt and soooo boyfriend!spencer coded. i love him sm 😭😭
My life is a constant cycle between "I need to rest before I burn out" and "I'm wasting my potential, I should work harder"
GIFTOBER 2023 | Day #17: "Mirrors". Wolverine and Mirrors in Logan (2017)
head spinning over calling bucky ‘daddy’ when he slips it in for the first time in months 😵💫
gripping his muscles arms as he’s hovering over you, metal hand guiding his fat cock into your hole. the tip catches, making you both gasp out and look at each other with want before he pushes it in, and your pussy swallows it easily.
you whine under him, his dark eyes staring down at you as he grunts out and pushes deeper, a soft moan escaping your lips as you dig your nails into his skin, “daddy, fuck…”
he hasn’t ever really heard you cuss like that before, not with a breath exhale of pleasure and the way your pussy was squeezing his cock right now meant that you meant it.
“what is it princess, hm?” he coos at you, pushing his cock deeper into you until he’s bottomed out. he takes his metal hand and presses it to the bottom of your tummy — right where a bulge was.
“feel that, baby?” you nod and whimper. “how deep daddy’s dick is in this pretty pussy?” you lick your lips as he pulls his hips back before starting a slow and steady pace, your brain fuzzy.
“such a perfect pocket pussy for daddy,” he groans, not really registering anything other than how your cunt swallows his cock with each thrust. “‘s all mine, princess. you and this pussy belongs to me.”
aaron hotchner who takes you from behind with a big, warm hand between your shoulder blades to keep you bent over his usually crisply made bed. a thumb drags up and down the line of your spine as he hushes your whimpers. you're trying to be quiet, you really are, but his cock is thick and insistent and heavy, stretching and filling you until every step tomorrow will remind you of its shape
coquette tumblr girls love to compare themselves to prey animals. uhm no. deer will literally shred you with their kicking hooves and they are beautiful and strong. you are something else that rolls over and dies.
pairing: aaron hotchner/fem!reader w.c.: 4k a/n: inspired by what i affectionately call The Dom Chair™️ from 11x9, formally requested by @mggslover and @solardrop, and ty @minswriting for enabling me <3
c.w. 18+ MDNI, porn no plot, softdom!hotch, dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, thigh riding, p in v riding, unprotected sex, degradation, dirty talk, some brat taming
summary: Aaron notices your special interest in the new chair in his office.
read below or on ao3 here <3
Spencer eating you for your dear life, ‘cause baby, he’s a giver.
wc: 2.4k | F!Reader (Established Relationship) | cw: explicit sexual content, cunnilingus, fingering, vibrator use, overstimulation, sleepy sex?, mild power dynamics, teasing, implied age gap
A/N: Spencer is absolutely a giver in my mind, and I hope you all enjoy this! This is my first one-shot and my first time writing smut, so please feel free to share any feedback—I’d really appreciate it! My asks are always open.
detour
"spence, i'm tired and you should be too" you should've known that spencer's 'quick route home' would involve going past the library, and that spencer would just have to go in. he'd been away for a few days working a case in nevada, he should want to put his feet up and rest but no. this was spencer.
you planted your feet firmly on the ground, he carried on, holding your hand until he realised you'd stopped behind him. "i'll be two seconds. i'm just seeing if someone's returned that book i told you about, i've been wanting for weeks." he's doing his puppy eyes. he knows exactly how to charm you. it's working.
"fine, but we're playing a game of chess while we're here. i've been practicing and i for sure know how to beat you now" you walk up to him and kiss his cheek, before walking hand-in-hand towards the library doors.
"oh i don't doubt it." he smiles. liar. but then so are you. you both know he'll win at chess.
damn you look like you can beat my ass i want you
