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444rockstargf · 5 hours

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completely unrelated to the events of today:

this is ur reminder to cut all toxic ppl out of your life asap. it truly feels like a breath of fresh air once you do 🫶🏽

#i love yall. stay safe.#444rockstargf #liv's thoughts. ✮˙⊹ 𖥔 ݁ ˖

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444rockstargf · 6 days

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thank you for the tags @joshlmbrt & @icarus-star !!

this or that game.

tags (no pressure!): @starher @nevvdrinksteaa @lustkillers @greenxgloss @gh0stgirl000

#fun and games

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444rockstargf · 9 days

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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ nine people i want to get to know better.

thank you @joshlmbrt for the tag, i love you!

last song: tomorrow never came. - lana del rey

favourite colour: dark green, dark red, & black.

currently watching: criminal minds (season one)

last movie: lymelife (2008)

currently reading: nothing! (i would love some recs)

sweet / spicy / savoury: spicy!

relationship: taken

current obsession: the free candies they give at the front desk in the bank

last googled: " do black men prefer bigger or smaller tits? " (for clarity, i'm black.)

currently working on: lotss of drabbles (some won't make the cut)

⋆.˚ tags (no pressure!): @lustkillers , @gh0stgirl000 , @greenxgloss , @angelcake14 , @starher , @stvrrfiree , @thirtyratsinasuit , @kisses4kaia , @iiheartsai

#fun and games

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444rockstargf · 10 days

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"i fell for another loser." | spencer reid

in my feelings. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: it didn't take a genius to detect when something was wrong with spencer...

fill out the taglist form! : @thirtyratsinasuit @auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @sleepysongbirdsings @pleasantwitchgarden @emma-e-a @bellasprettywords

⊹₊⋆ pairing: bau!female!reader x spencer

⊹₊⋆ word count: 651

⊹₊⋆ contents: nervous spencer, slight tension, a little fluff

you quietly placed a hot, coffee-filled cup beside the two empty ones on spencer’s desk, the slight click sound it made as it hit the hardwood making his head jerk up. this was the third time he has dozed off like this, and it was only 11 in the morning.

he rubbed his eyes, his hair falling in disheveled tufts over his face as you leaned against his desk.

“thanks… again.”

you nodded. “anytime.”

he picked up the cup, looking up at you. “blonde espresso with two teaspoons of sugar, right?”

you rolled your eyes. “this is my third delivery of the day. i even opted adding a quart of sugar.”

he mustered a little laugh, taking a long sip with a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair as he set the cup back down, starting to fidget with his thumbs like a nervous child. you were still standing there, confused at his unkempt disposition.

“something keeping you up at night, spence? i’ve never seen you this… disordered before.”

he locked eyes with you, hastily trying to fix his hair as he shook his head. “n-no, i’ve just…” he hesitated. “it’s nothing.”

your mouth nearly curled into an amused smile. on a normal day, you wouldn’t even need to ask spencer before he began telling you all the things he dreamt of and all the ways he would spend his evening. you wanted to pry, but didn’t want to strain him any further.

“well, you know where i am if you wanna talk.”

you smiled and gave him a half wave, heading to the exit door of his office. as you began to turn the handle, he blurted out quickly. “do you have any idea why i can’t get a date?”

you turned around slowly, raising an eyebrow. “maybe because i’ve never seen you ask a girl out, casanova.”

his cheeks flushed a little as his head angled downward, staring intensely at the ground. the realization suddenly hit you like a freight train.

“oh… is that what’s been keeping you up at night? you… like a girl..?”

spencer swallowed hard, nodding just a little. “i guess you could put it that way.”

you two fell silent for a moment, spencer not even being able to look you in the eye. he was blushing like an embarrassed school boy and could barely formulate a single sentence.

you cleared your throat to break the silence.

“so… you got any plans for her?”

spencer nodded, shuffling around a few papers on his desk. “y-yeah. i got her and i tickets to a ball game, reservations to her favourite restaurant, and… i was gonna ask her to be my girlfriend.”

your heart would’ve warmed up if the lump growing in your throat hadn’t appeared first. “wow, it looks like you’ve got the whole night planned.” it was your turn to fidget with your thumbs. “i-is she pretty..?”

spencer finally loosens up at that question, a full smile breaking out on his face. “that doesn’t begin to cover it.”

you nodded, feeling a stab of insecurity in your chest, but you masked it with an endearing smile. “well to the looks of it, you’ve got a plan, you’ve set everything up, and it seems that you really like her. so go ahead and ask. i promise that no girl could ever say no to you. and if she does, you’re way out of her league.”

spencer’s eyes grew a little misty, along with yours. your hand fell to the door handle once again, turning it slowly.

“good luck, spence…”

god, that nickname, the one that no one else in the world ever used. the butterflies in spencer’s stomach had increased significantly. he knew that it was now or never.

his voice coming out shakier than ever stopped you in your tracks as you began to leave the room.

“so, uh, a-are you free this saturday..?”

author's note: ugh.

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444rockstargf · 11 days

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"Girl dinner" girl I feel that 😭 My broke college student ass be having poptarts for dinner.

no seriously 😭 sometimes i feel like a child eating these grocery store delicacies

#444rockstargf #liv's inbox. ⋆*ੈ✩‧₊

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444rockstargf · 11 days

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whoever invented these thingies deserves a kiss on the mouth.

#just cleared out 2 boxes of these mfs.#i love canada sometimes #girl dinner #liv's thoughts. ✮˙⊹ 𖥔 ݁ ˖

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444rockstargf · 12 days

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"leather black & eyes of blue." | euronymous

freak. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: here comes the bride...

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp@auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart@imoonkiss @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss @wild-rose-35

⊹₊⋆ pairing: bride!reader x groom!euronymous

⊹₊⋆ word count: 769

⊹₊⋆ contents: marrying euronymous, making out, slight exhibitionism

“do you take oystein aarseth to be your devoted husband from this day forward?”

the priest’s deep voice boomed through the glass walls of the dark church. you swallowed hard, the gazes of all those in the audience cloaking you in a cold blanket as the question rang out in your ears.

euronymous locked your hands with his, staring down at you with a gaze intense enough to freeze blood. in a matter of seconds, life had just become serious for you. his calloused fingers massaged slow circles onto your lightly trembling hands, the anticipation of your answer coming in palpable waves from all around.

“i do.”

your voice broke through the thick tension, relieved sighs coming from a few. euronymous nodded ever so slightly, tucking a stray lock of black hair back into his neatly packed bun.

the coolness in the room dissipated, your body being replaced with an overwhelming sense of heat, despite your arms and chestbone being exposed in your wedding dress. it was constructed of black velvet, with a train that slithered behind you with every step you took. it was studded with diamonds and black jewels that made you shimmer under the dim moonlight that shone in from the window.

euronymous had put away his usual rugged attire, replacing it with a midnight-black suit and blood-red tie. his rogue black waves had been tamed with jeweled hair pins, a few strands being left out for an artful effect.

your intestines felt as if they were knotted into tight strings as euronymous eyed you, his gaze either radiating admiration or a deep sense of hunger. either way, it was doing miraculous things to your body and your stamina was barely hanging on a thread.

as the priest continued stating the vows, you could feel euronymous’ gaze creeping down your slightly exposed cleavage, the slightest grin spread across his lips. he knew what he was doing to you, giving you those eyes in the presence of a holy figure. if it hadn’t been for the watchful eyes of you and his entire family, he would’ve shamelessly ruined you right there on the spot.

“...you may now kiss the bride.”

your blood ran cold as he uttered the words you had been waiting for all night. in a blink of an eye, euronymous scooped you into his arms, his hands grabbing onto your ass as he wore your legs as a belt around his waist and kissed you hungrily on the lips, years of pent-up tension unraveling in that moment.

he had always thought of you as a prude. you had been the first girl who didn’t let him get in your panties after the first date. you hadn’t even let him kiss you. and that was 4 years ago. you weren’t religious, but you were a firm believer in waiting until marriage to completely surrender yourself to a man. you were shocked when euronymous had said that he was willing to make the commitment. and now, you were even more astounded at how heavenly it felt to finally have him against you after all this time.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, your dark eyelashes fluttering against his pale cheeks as he deepened the kiss significantly. he was so desperate to taste you, like a starved dog that had been deprived for years. your manicured fingers found their way to his hair, hastily freeing the dark mass from its banded prison.

he forced your mouth open with his tongue, your teeth clicking together as your tongues fought a silent battle. no one else existed right then. just you, and the man you loved dearly.

it was so incredibly lewd. the way his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, the way his hands dug into the plush flesh of your ass, nearly tearing your dress. he detached his lips from yours, your swollen mouth panting for air as he trailed a sloppy string of kisses down your neck, leaving a red stream of your smudged lipstick in its path.

the embrace was interrupted by the priest gently clearing his throat. both your eyes opened, taking in the various expressions of surprise and discomfort in the crowd. euronymous mustered a little laugh, gently setting you back on the ground. your eyes dodged from his eyes to his disheveled hair to his lips.

you had let him have you for an intense 30 seconds, but you wanted more. you wanted to give yourself to him completely, to give him what he had been waiting for. and now, you finally could.

“i pronounce you, husband and wife.”

author's note: guess who watched corpse bride 3 times today!

#444rockstargf #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #lana del rey #smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #euronymous smut #eurory #euronymous rory culkin #eurorory #lords of chaos smut

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444rockstargf · 24 days

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❗1.2K ❗

are yall serious 😭 it feels like these milestone posts are getting so much more frequent and I cannot stress how grateful I am to all of you. the 9 months I've been writing on this account have truly been better than I ever could have imagined and it brings me to tears to see how far we've come. i know I've been inactive recently and I am so sorry :(( exams are coming up next month and shifting my focus toward studying has been super difficult (and boring.) I am still working on requests and plan on posting fics once I get some down time. i love yall so much!!

xoxo, olivia

#thank you all so much!#444rockstargf

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444rockstargf · 1 month

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girl im so high rn i need euronynous who go to church w a super innocent reader and he slowly corrupts her (cnc 😛) and she starts to believe he is god xx

-🎀

thank you for this!!

"you're my religion." | euronymous

religion. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp@auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart@imoonkiss @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss @wild-rose-35

female!reader x r!euronymous

word count: 622

contents: slightly smutty, public teasing, not proofread

“you ever been to a place like this before, sugar-tits?“

euronymous’ arm tightened around your waist as he picked you up out of the passenger seat of his van, setting you on the sidewalk as you two gazed up at the large, white church in front of you.

you looked up at him, shaking your head as he started to walk you to the entrance. it was a bright sunday morning, bringing in nicely dressed people of all sorts to listen to this morning’s sermon. pastel-coloured, overly-modest dresses heavily contrasted the skintight mini dress that euronymous had you put on for the occasion, revealing just enough of your cleavage and hips to make you stand out.

euronymous, dressed in black jeans (not torn, shockingly) and a black button-up shirt that was tight enough to show a sculpted figure underneath with his hair done up in a tight bun, leaving two strands out, looked down at you, watching as you fiddled with the cross necklace that rested in the valley of your breasts. from a normal person’s perspective, you and him looked like two whores ready to turn the church into a brothel.

you had to admit, you never thought that oystein aarseth, terror incarnated and the lord of chaos, would be taking you to church. you had made the mistake of stepping into his record store, mindlessly looking through his inventory. but he viewed you as a piece of fresh meat, ready to be chewed and swallowed.

you felt two of his fingers inching underneath your dress, finally resting on your ass as you and him walked into the church. instantly, you felt the disapproving glares of almost everybody on the premises. just as embarrassment began to coil in your gut, euronymous sat down in a little pew at the very back of the church, pulling you down by your hips until you were perched on his lap, his thigh between your legs and making your dress slowly move up your hips. he was loving the view. he had gotten front-row seats to the show of his life.

“you comfy like this, angel?” he wrapped his arms around you from behind, making you lean back on him a little more. you nodded, thanking the heavens that you were out of the pastor’s view.

you felt euronymous’ hot breath hitting your back as the people in the church stood, rising as the choir began to sing hymns. you could just barely hear him muttering how his music was much better than this. his leg had started to bounce ever so slightly underneath you, your breath starting to hitch as he massaged slow circles onto your waist.

you bit your lip, suppressing a noise but letting a little whimper slip through your teeth. euronymous let his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your ass, shaking his head with disapproval. “oh c’mon, baby. look at you, already becoming such a mess. you can’t just blatantly sin in the church.” he spoke tauntingly like he was a greater being chastising you for your misdemeanors.

you felt your cheeks burning up, partially from embarrassment, mainly because of lust. how sinful. you gasped softly as he pressed his knee into your burning core, bringing his lips to your ear to whisper to you, just as the sermon began. “i want you to behave yourself until we get out of here, got it?” he brought his hand to your cleavage, twirling the cross around your neck between his fingers. you swallowed hard, muttering quietly. “yes, euro…”

he gripped you tightly, almost to the point of pain. “yes, who?” his quiet whisper was edged with the sharpness of a blade, making your heartbeat spike one last time.

“yes, master.”

author's note: i did not write this with the intention of being blasphemous towards anyone's religion!

#🎀 anon #444rockstargf #rory culkin #rory culkin smut #smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #eurorory #euronymous rory culkin #euronymous smut #eurory #honeymoon #honeymoon album #lana del rey

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444rockstargf · 1 month

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₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹ "𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡." | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: female!reader x spencer

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 777

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: smut, unprotected p in v, doggystyle, creampie, overstimulation, slightly implied aftercare, not proofread

when spencer reid fucks, he fucks.

it was nearly impossible to comprehend. the BAU’s genius, the one who beamed like a ray of sunshine and wouldn’t hurt a fly, turning you into a sobbing mess with the rapid thrust of his hips into your cervix? you would’ve laughed at the thought a few hours ago. now here you were, your face shoved into his pillow as he slammed himself into you, taking slight pleasure in the sounds of your muffled whimpers.

his veined hands dug into your bruised hips, the chestnut hairs on his head falling in tufts over his flushed face. he had seven and a half inches stirring within the gummy walls of your hole, his balls slapping against your puffy clit over and over again.

spencer’s lips glistened with juices of arousal as his groans echoed through the room. “m-my god, y-you’re losing it, aren’t you baby..?” he taunted, managing a breathy little laugh as you whimpered in response. he pulled out his cock, mainly to get a reaction out of you. your cunt fluttered around the absence of his rod, your hips rocking back desperately to feel him in your again.

he hissed, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he dragged the tip of his dick along your sticky entrance, coating it in your cum. you let out a laboured, shaky breath as he gave you a few wet slaps, pushing himself back into you inch by inch at a time.

you were a mess, your tears and spit saturating the pillow underneath you. not to mention how swollen you were getting from the relentless abuse on your hole, but you couldn’t complain. he had shoved his fingers into your mouth, anyway.

you could feel his neatly-trimmed v-line slam against the sore flesh of your ass each time he buried himself inside of you. a string of curses slurred from his lips, his grip on your hips only getting tighter with each passing second. your vision had gone hazy hours ago, your body completely submitting to his newfound dominance.

“i-i… i can’t, s-spence..!” you stammered out just as he began to rub sloppy circles on your clit with his long fingers. you rolled your hips against him, chasing an orgasm that seemed just within your reach. your pussy convulsed around his girth, making him toss his head back as a deep groan erupted from his gut. the lewd noises of skin slapping together quickly drowned out the groans, whimpers, and pleas. “c’mon, baby. j-just like that… use me…”

and you did. you ground against him, wanting to feel him in every way possible. sweat cascaded down the valleys and crevices of both of your bodies, adding additional heat to the steamy atmosphere. his cock twitched and throbbed as his balls swelled with the overwhelming presence of cum.

you were so, so close that it almost hurt. the sensations buzzing in your body were reaching an all-time high, bubbling over like a pot of boiling water. you buried your face into the pillow to hide your sobs, but spencer took a handful of your hair to pull you back up. “i wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make when you cum… c-can you do that for me, baby..?” you were helpless to denying his request. the line between reality and whatever heaven felt like were becoming blurrier as he finally found that bundle of muscles deep inside of you.

your body jerked, and there it was. you let out a moan so pornographic as cum gushed out of you that spencer couldn’t help but blow his load while he was shoved inside of you. he bit his lip so hard that he drew blood as he hastily began fucking you again, his thrusts lacking all their usual composure.

he wanted to drag out this orgasm. to make it better than you could ever fathom. even through this time of weakness for him, his motions were perfect and precise. the speed of his fingers, the rhythm of his thrusts, it was all hypnotic and you quickly found yourself reaching a stage of overstimulation.

your body quaked and trembled as he milked every last drop of cum out of you, giving your pussy a few more flicks before finally pulling out, a thick white string of cum connecting your bodies before snapping. you collapsed onto the moistened bedsheets, spencer joining you and wrapping an arm around your waist as you panted like starved animals.

you were lying in a puddle of cum, your body still spasming as shaky breaths slipped from your mouth. and all this was because of the BAU’s genius, spencer reid.

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444rockstargf · 1 month

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sometimes i forget i have a tumblr blog. hi friends!!!

#liv's thoughts. ✮˙⊹ 𖥔 ݁ ˖

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444rockstargf · 1 month

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"tearing around in my fucking nightgown." | s. reid

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but i have it. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: you were hardly at fault. spencer had taken a late shift, and you needed to settle your nerves somehow...

fill out the taglist form! : @thirtyratsinasuit @auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @sleepysongbirdsings @pleasantwitchgarden @emma-e-a @bellasprettywords

female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.2k

contents: spencer takes the late shift at work, masturbation, cunnilingus (flashback), no proofread

you had been tossing and turning in your disheveled bedsheets for minutes that seemed like hours.

your hair laid in a scruffy mess on your head, your silk nightgown clinging to your flesh in an awkward fashion. it was a few minutes past midnight, and because of spencer’s absence, you were beginning to lose your mind. you were somehow sweaty in the bedroom that was always just a touch too chilly, a sticky film coating your skin.

you rolled over once again with a groan, wishing that spencer hadn’t taken the night shift. you couldn’t see anything in the blackness of the bedroom, with the exception of the sparse streaks of moonlight that seeped in from the window and the monotonous flicker of the time that flickered on the small digital clock beside you, seeming to be mocking the same sensation that played in your mind.

you’d gotten so used to the feeling of spencer’s big arms cradling you to keep you warm during the night. you longed to feel his body pressing up against yours as he shifted and mumbled in response to whatever he was dreaming about.

you tossed in the sheets, stretching out your arm to grab your phone off the bedside table. honestly, you were surprised that you were able to keep yourself together for so long. you thought you were going to crack hours ago. you scrolled down your call list, landing on the name titled with a heart symbol. you clicked the call button and waited for the recipient to pick up.

the phone rang once, twice, and many more times until you went to voicemail. frustration began to coil in your gut as you tried to call back, each time resulting in the same outcome. you couldn’t begin to explain this pathetic feeling of hopelessness and desperation that had overtaken you.

you mindlessly scrolled through your old messages with him, missing him more than anything. you sat up in the bed holding your knees to your chest as you reread your texts with him. a smile tugged at your lips each time he said something corny in response to something provocative that you said.

you stumbled upon an image that he had sent you from his office. he had positioned the camera from a higher angle, capturing his leaned-back position and a sneaky hand that pulled the waistband of his trousers down just enough to give you a sneak peek of his boxer briefs. he had a cheeky little grin on his face, his fluffy hair falling in perfect tufts over his forehead. the picture seemed to be crafted by the gods, from the lighting to the slight surge of lust it filled you with. it was perfection.

you felt a familiar heat pooling in your core as the image filled your head. your breath hitched as hunger began to fill the empty void in your mind. a switch flipped inside of you quickly and your hand had already found its way to your lacy panties.

you were almost surprised at how needy you had gotten so quickly. you were practically clawing at the skimpy material of your nightgown.

your mind was flickering with images of him and you on your most intimate nights. him having you lying on your back as he pumped two fingers in and out of you, his soft words as smooth and sweet as honey…

“y-yeah, right there, spence…” you whimpered out as his slightly calloused fingertips brushed against your cervix. “oh yeah..? well… how does this feel..?” he began to curl his fingers ever so slightly, making your breath hitch as he rubbed slow circles onto your puffy clit. you rolled your hips against his hand, eager to feel him in every part of you. the simple act brought a smile onto his face, letting him know that he was doing something right.

he pressed his fingers against your bladder, making your whole body jerk. startled, he chuckled. “how does that feel?” you tried to formulate audible speech, but he began to pick up the pace, taking pleasure in the way you drooled and stammered. your pussy mimicked the lewd noises of your lips, the sticky sounds of your cunt almost too good to be true. “yeah… listen to that, baby…”

your fluids of arousal dripped along his fingers, trailing down his veiny hands. the folds of your pussy fluttered around him, greedily swallowing his digits. you pressed your legs together as that unmistakable band began to tighten in your stomach, but he pushed your legs open, letting his hand rest on your inner thigh. “c’mon, baby. i’m not done with you yet…”

you were falling apart, the rapid beating of your heart syncing with the way your cunt pulsated. a stupid little grin was plastered on spencer’s face the entire time. he loved the way he could make you go dumb for him, the way you turned into silly putty with a few pumps of his fingers. the inside of your sticky walls felt like velvety silk around his fingers.

he couldn’t take his eyes off of your puffy lips and tear-glazed eyes. to him, there was no greater pleasure than making you feel on top of the world.

you bit your lip hard, the iron tang of blood filling your mouth as he connected his lips to your cunt just as your orgasm was on the way. he flicked his tongue on your swollen pearl, mumbling mindless praises into your core.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he found the perfect rhythm between his tongue and fingers. he grabbed a handful of his hair, grinding your hips against his face. he groaned deeply into your body. “t-that’s it, honey… use me…” you shuddered each time he swirled his wet tongue across your folds.

the weaker you became, the faster he went. the room filled with the hungry sounds of the base of his hand slapping against the entrance of your hole as he fingered you at lightning speed. his chest heaved up and down, your overstimulated moans becoming louder. “o-oh my gosh, spence… i-i… i can’t take anymore..!”

his mouth was already filling with the delicious taste of your cum, but he wanted to maximize your orgasm to its fullest. he dug into you, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he buried his face into your body, not even taking a second to breathe. his tongue hungrily ran up and down your slit, making the band in your stomach snap. “s-spencer, i’m cumming..!”

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you snapped back to reality from the feeling of your body convulsing around your fingers. you panted rapidly, looking down and seeing the wet, sticky mess that you created all over the bedsheets. beads of sweat rolled down your forehead as you looked around the room as if you had just woken up from a nap.

your eyes landed on the clock, reading the time. 12:48am. you sighed deeply. you hadn’t meant to get lost in the overwhelming feeling, but you just couldn’t resist it. it had almost felt as if spencer was actually there. but something good had come out of it.

you found your eyelids getting heavy with exhaustion as you slipped back under the covers, pulling the blanket over your warm body and setting your head onto your pillow. you looked at spencer’s side of the bed, taking in his absence. lifting up your head, you switched your pillow with his, setting your head back down and inhaling the heart-warming scent of him, finally being blessed with the gift of sound slumber.

author's note: i'm sick :((

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444rockstargf · 2 months

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Hiii! I love your page first of all and second I was thinking about like Spencer Reid x reader to lana del Rey song lust for life, like maybe the song is playing in the background as reader is getting ready for a get together and he feels so overwhelmed with love? Idk I just love lust for life and Spencer Reid

AHH THIS IS MY FAVOURITE REQUEST EVER!! ( p.s. you didn't ask for any smut so I didn't include anything too raunchy. thank you! )

"nobody here, just us together." | spencer reid

lust for life. - lana del rey

fill out the taglist form! : @thirtyratsinasuit @auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @sleepysongbirdsings @pleasantwitchgarden @emma-e-a

female!reader x spencer

word count: 701

contents: a little fluffy, making out, sexual implications

your translucent red record spun in the corner of the bedroom, the 70s-inspired tune leaking through the closed bathroom door as you stood in front of the mirror.

you ran your hands down your deep-red silky nightgown, taking in the soft but thin texture of the fabric. you had your hair done up all nicely, applying a light blush to your cheeks for a rosy touch. you could feel spencer’s burning presence through the door, making your nerves buzz with excitement. this was going to be your first night with him. nobody else around, just you and him together.

your little “dates” with him had been going in all the right directions, months of shy flirting and risky innuendos making your certain of his suspected attraction toward you. and now, you’d finally gathered the courage to invite him over for the night.

you took a deep breath, opening the door and displaying yourself to him. you watched a smile pull at his lips as a pink tint stained his cheeks. “there she is…” he said, the words breathy and under his breath. with a few feet of distance separating you two, your eyes travelled along each other’s bodies, the room’s temperature seeming to be growing warm. you had gotten all dolled up, but somehow the simple sight of him in his suit and tie made your knees weaker than anything.

a moment of silence enrobed you two before he stood up slowly, stepping into the dim streaks of amber and golden sunshine that poured from the windows as he approached you. he got closer and closer until two inches of space stood between you two. you tilted your head upward to meet his infatuated gaze, his arm slowly snaking around your waist as he pressed you into the wall behind you.

“words cannot explain how beautiful you are, my dear.” and he was right. the shards of sunset that seeped into the room gave you a gentle glow, making you more luminous than even the brightest star. his breath was heavy as his thumbs massaged slow circles onto your waist, pulling your body into his to fill in the gaps that parted you from him.

your gaze locked with his and a shock sizzled down his core. he wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up with minimal effort. you wrapped your legs around his waist as he rested his chin in the space between your breasts, your hearts rapidly beating in unison. a lust-filled flicker of his gaze gave you the green light, and you connected your lips in a sloppy kiss.

he groaned deeply, feeding his sounds of arousal into your mouth as his hands moved up to grip your ass. he drank you in with no intention of ever letting you go, your touch seeming like the only thing keeping him alive at this moment. he had been wanting this so badly for the longest time, longing to feel your soft lips against his own in a concealed environment.

he pulled his lips away from yours, holding you even tighter as he began to trail deep kisses down your neck. heavy breaths spilled from your lips as your hands each took in a generous handful of his hair, his golden-brown locks feeling like silk in your grasp.

he had taken control with no doubt or hesitation in his movements. his hands knew the right places to go, his tongue drew the perfect patterns on your soft skin, it was almost too much.

you connected your lips to his forehead as he planted kisses all over your collarbone, pausing to look up at you with hazy eyes. his eyes appeared to have a layer of shine on them, like he was on the brink of tears. his body trembled as he held you and his words were laced together with only an ounce of intelligence. “i-i… i love you. so, so much…”

you could tell he was mere seconds away from losing it, but so were you. you and him were alone, free to decide where to take the night. your fate was in your hands, so you bit the bullet and began to take off his clothes…

author's note: stream the lfl album.

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444rockstargf · 2 months

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My mom passed away yesterday and I am in desperate need of a comfort fic with Spencer Reid </3

my most heartfelt condolences, anon. :(( i pray that everything turns around for the better for you.

₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹ "𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬." | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: reader x spencer

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 430

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: fluffy drabble, spencer comforts reader

silence draped over you and spencer like a warm blanket.

tears rolled down your cheeks as you choked out pained yet quiet sobs, your body rocking slightly. his arms were locked around you, pulling you into a long hug and letting your tears saturate his t-shirt. he didn’t mind it at all.

you curled up into a ball, the pillow underneath your head completely soaked. spencer rubbed slow, gentle circles onto your back and pressed a kiss to your forehead before making you lift up your head so that he could exchange your wet pillow with his dry one.

you felt a pang of pain in your chest as he did this, the simple action representing how he always put your burdens upon himself. you felt as if you didn’t deserve his kindness, and another wave of heavy sobs hit you. a pounding sensation flooded your head, making the room spin.

spencer sighed deeply, sitting up from the bed and leaning back against the headboard. he pulled your head onto his lap, looking down at you as he stroked your tear-strained cheek gently. “hey, look at me…” you swallow hard, managing to wipe away a few of the tears that clouded your vision.

he held your chin with the same tenderness that would be used for an infant. “i’ve never seen you this sad before…” your heart broke at the shakiness of his voice. seeing you in this state was killing him on the inside. he took a deep shaky breath before pulling you up, setting your body onto his lap and giving you a soft kiss on the nose.

“i know this hurts, my love. but you will never be alone as long as i live.” he took your hands into his to still their shaking. “i promise that i will be with you until you get through this.” his voice broke as tears began to swell in his eyes. “it gets better, baby. i promise…“ he held you close to his, the tenderness of his massages helping your heartrate to still.

he looked up at you, his eyes glistening ever so slightly. “remember, it’ll always be you and i. and nothing will ever change that.” he smiled a little, making you do the same as you sniffled. he laid back down with your body on top of his, rubbing the same patterns onto your back as you closed your eyes. silence falls over you once again as he does the same. as you two drift off to sleep, he manages to mutter one last thing:

“i love you…”

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444rockstargf · 2 months

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do u have any angsty prompts for us to use?

well since you asked... (dialogue prompts)

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏��𝐒. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

"i never should've trusted you..."

"i'm done waiting for you and hurting myself in the process."

"i'd rather die than make the mistake of loving you."

"I never meant to hurt you... but I can't stop."

"you see me as your saviour, but I'm a monster."

"I feel so alone whenever I'm with you..."

"I'm sorry for giving up on you. but it's about time you gave up on yourself too..."

"you were nothing but a pawn to me. you either play someone's game or live your own life and you, my dear, got played."

[panicked] "n-no..! i didn't mean it like that! i swear..."

"there's nothing you can do to change how I feel about you. I'm afraid only your death could please me."

^ "I didn't think you'd actually do it..."

"you mistook my kindness for weakness."

"it's the same thing with you everyday. you plaster that fake smile onto your face and expect me to believe it like an idiot."

#liv's prompts. ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ #angst #angsty prompts #444rockstargf #liv's inbox. ⋆*ੈ✩‧₊

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444rockstargf · 2 months

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MAYBE ‘i miss you’ & ‘just one more time’ type angsty moment.

if this isn’t enough pls feel free to ignore! i still get nervous and awkward to send in requests 😭

thank you, cherry! 🍒

₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹ "𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫…" | 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: female!reader x jack

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: angst, slight verbal abuse, abandonment, not proofread.

jack could tell you that he loved you one million times, but you knew how much he truly hated you deep down.

you scrubbed at a dirty pot in the sink, the two metal surfaces clanging against eachother. soapy suds cascaded down your hands as you heard the front door swing open and slam shut just as quickly with an alarming amount of force. you were always able to read jack’s emotions no matter the situation, and you could tell that a storm was coming.

you set the pot down, trying not to make a sound. you rinsed off your hands and wiped them off on your apron, sighing deeply as you spun around and walked toward the front door, plastering a smile onto your face. jack was at the front door, slipping off his work shoes as he glanced at you, a slight frown creating creases in his face.

you walked up to him, kissing him on the cheek and helping him take off his coat. “hello, jack…” you spoke softly, almost whispering. he responded to your greeting with a low grumble, running a hand through his hair as he walked past you into the living room. he slumped onto the couch, setting his feet on the coffee table in front of him. you were frozen in place, having to shake yourself out of your trance. you shuffled back into the kitchen, taking the plate of food you had prepared for him out of the microwave.

you cleaned off a smudge on the white porcelain with your thumb, walking over to where he was seated and gently setting the plate onto his lap. jack gazed down at the plate before looking up at you with disdain. “grab me a beer, will you?” your palms went clammy at his request. “i-is the food cold? i can heat it up if you’d like. o-or i could just make you something el-”

jack slammed his hand against the creaky coffee table, nearly cracking it. he stood up, getting in your face with his nostrils flaring slightly. “i don’t think i asked you to treat me like a goddamn baby, did i?” you flinched, shaking your heat frantically. his hot breath and angry words hit you right in the gut, making your stomach churn as he sat back down, veins protruding from his forehead.

you swallowed hard, cold sweat trickling in beads down the back of your neck as you returned to the kitchen, fetching him an ice cold beer from the fridge. moving back and forth from the kitchen made it feel like your world was spinning on its axis. you stood in front of him, extending the beer to him. he snatched it away from you, cracking it open with his teeth before taking a long swig.

then you looked down, seeing the meal that you had carefully prepared for him splattered on the floor. tears pricked your eyes, your voice coming out as a quiet croak. “...y-you could’ve just told me you weren’t hungry…” he swallowed, the alcohol bruning his throat as he glared at you. “ what do you want from me, lady?”

you picked at your inflamed cuticles, looking down at the ground to hide your tear-swelled eyes. “a hug… maybe a kiss..? just one would be nice.” a blanket of silence draped over the two of you before jack broke it with a deep sigh. “sit down.” he spoke lowly, taking his legs off of the coffee table and sitting upright with his legs apart. you wiped away a tear that trickled down your cheek, sniffling. “i said sit the hell down!” he yelled. you hastily sat down next to him, trying to calm down the rapid beating in your chest.

you took a deep shaky breath, trying to talk again. “i knew i should’ve made you something else. i can get started on something, just give me 10 minutes…” you desperately tried to find the right words to say that would calm him down, but his angry expression to into a much more grave one. “that won’t be necessary. this marriage has ran its course and can finally come to an end.”

your heart stopped in your chest. time froze in place and the corners of your vision went blurry. you didn’t even notice that your body had began to tremble. “w-what do you m-mean ‘ran its course’..? i-i thought you loved me…” he sighed, running a stressed hand over his face. “don’t act stupid, sweetcheeks.you know exactly what happened that night. i was drunk and you were easy. i was looking for a quick hookup and somehow i got swept into marrying you in the process.”

you shook your head in disbelief as you choked out heavy sobs. you couldn’t believe a single word you were hearing. you two had built an unbreakable bond over the years. sure, it had its flaws and imperfections, but he trusted you more than anyone and you were certain that no other man on earth could love you the way he did. and now he was tearing apart the life that you had dreamt of building with him.

“but what did i do..?” you could barely get the words out. jack’s gaze turned to cold daggers once again. “you did nothing, and that’s all you’ll ever mean to me.” he caught a glimpse of your heartbroken expression but kept talking, not a trace of remorse in his words. “i know it sounds harsh, but it’s the truth. you are completely meaningless to me, and i’m afraid that not even you’re death could change that.” silence. his words hung in the air, a dark cloud shading the atmosphere between you two.

you felt your heart tear in two as soon as the words left his mouth. and then, nothing. you stood up from the couch, walking back into the kitchen and slipping off your apron, hanging it on the pantry door. you stared blankly ahead at the white, wooden door, listening to the sound of jack turning on the telelvision in the other room. you were filled with an ache that was like none other you had felt before.

your mind was filled with fog. you had no idea how things had gone so bad so quickly. it was nearly midnight, but you didn’t want to spend another minute in the place. you grabbed your jacket, walking to the front door as you slipped it on. alarmed, jack peeks out of the living room. “honey? are you going somewhere?” his voice was much softer and seemed to be laced with the slightest trace of regret. if you had looked at him, you would’ve seen the tears that glazed his eyes.

you cleared your throat. “i’m just stepping out for a little while. that’s all…” he nodded, trying to find the right words to say. “o-okay. just… don’t stay out too long. and be safe…” you unlocked the front door, letting the cool air calm your senses as you stepped out of the house, shutting the door behind you. you walked down the stoop, strolling down the street as rain began to drizzle from the dark sky. you sat down at the nearest bus stop, seeing the bright yellow vehicle approaching from the end of the street. as soon as it stopped right in front of the stop, you hopped on, letting it take you far away. you had no intentions of ever coming back. but jack stayed seated on the couch at home, waiting for your return.

he bounced his leg on the ground as he checked the clock for the hundredth time. it was 6:07am, marking six hours since he had last seen you. he had gone too far, wishing death on the only person who had given him even a drop of love. he’d always had a habit of taken beautiful things in his life for granted.

he held an old picture frame of you in his shaky hands, a few tears splashing onto the dusty glass that shadowed your face ever so slightly. venomous sorrow spread in his soul like a deadly virus, as he began to cry. an action that he hadn’t made in years. jack wasn’t a genius, but he knew that you were gone for good. like a sweet rose killed by the bitterness of a winter breeze.

but all he wished for was to be able to hold you, to apologize to you and to tell him how much you meant to him. he fell to his knees and trembled as sobs rocked his body. he had never even said goodbye. and now he would never be able to see the ray of sunshine that peeked through the storm again. he just wanted one hug, just another kiss. even if it was the last time.

#444rockstargf #rory culkin #jack thurlow #jack goes home #jack thurlow angst #angst #summertime sadness #lana del rey #liv drabbles. ⋆⭒˚.⋆⚝

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