A/N: Surprise I’m not dead! I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins fic swap and got my wonderful friend babyleaf! This was my first time writing for Ralves, hope you enjoy! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader/Luke Alvez Category: NSFW Content Warning: descriptions of penetrative and oral sex, degradation, praise Word Count: 1.4k
I’ve always loved things that come in threes.
When I was little, it was a tricycle. Too top heavy for my childhood innocence, metal bars dented from gravel flying up as I taught my body my first love, what flying felt like. I can still hear my mom’s laughter and feel my father’s arms wrapping around my stomach and pulling me back, keeping me from the expanse of the asphalt. My first love was brought to me in threes.
As I got older, it was clover leaves. I loved finding four leaf clovers, but there was something particularly enthralling about being surrounded in a sea of trios, green triplets cushioning my toes. I would pick them and bring them to my mother, and she’d chastise me, reminding me that only the four-leafed plants held the luck she thought I was searching for. But it wasn’t luck I wanted, it was company.
As an adult, I found threes everywhere. Primary colors. The hands on ticking clocks. Suits, trilogies, stoplights, blind mice, guitar chords, and love. I noticed three in everything, made it a point to learn three in every language a search engine could give me.
When I met Luke Alvez, I thought my trilogy of findings was over. I had found my duo. I had learned what two fingers felt like, how they learned my body and carved their ownership into my muscles. Felt his lips pressing constellations into my shoulder blades, his two hands caressing my chest and dragging up to tilt my head to the side, moving to capture me in a much too short kiss. His touch left twos all over my skin, all over my body. When I met Luke Alvez, I kissed threes goodbye, leaving them behind for a lifetime of duologies.
Luke and I developed a routine over the next two years, of loving and loving. I memorized what he felt like inside me, memorized his kisses, memorized him in every conceivable way. I looked to Luke Alvez to teach me what good meant, and he taught me what it felt like, too. He was my ethos, balancing me between vigilance and passion. He kept me from my fire and kept me in my ice.
When I met Spencer Reid, everything changed. From the moment I saw him, my love of threes came back in waves. His curls fall down, each ringlet in three turns. His speeches, all three points to be made. Every handshake with three squeezes, every laugh with three crescendos. I never thought threes would be mine again, until I saw the look in Spencer Reid’s eyes when he looked at my Luke, and Luke looked at him the same way.
When I met Spencer Reid, I knew then and there my duo would soon become a trio. There was no way around the way he and I, he and Luke, and Luke and I all looked at each other. Luke came home that day, puppy like and swooning, talking Roxie’s ears off about his new coworker. I couldn’t blame, after all I did, and do, feel the same way about our new object of affection. I was just a bit better at hiding it than Luke. How Spencer and his brain didn’t piece it together sooner, I’ll never know.
Luke had confessed over coffee, sputtered words and burnt tongue spilling every secret to Dr. Reid. I never thought I’d see the doctor turn so red, but I soon found out he could turn me redder than that still.
Spencer Reid taught me the meaning of trilogy, of three, of us. Luke and I thought the duo was the ending, that the two of us had achieved something unlike anything gifted to humankind before. We were proven incredibly wrong the moment Spencer Walter Reid stepped into our life. The power of three was something I had never considered before I felt his love, his prowess, his consideration.
I memorized Spencer, too. The way his hands felt around my shoulders, pinning me back against him with his writhing hands making their way down my body. I memorized his teeth biting at the flesh between my neck and shoulder, the sound of his belt sliding from belt loops, memorized the way he made the hairs on my neck rise with the simplest whispers in my ears. Beyond that, I memorized the way he kept me calm. The way the brushes of his fingertips assuaged my beating heart, his careful ranting filling empty longing spaces between Luke and I’s silent words. He was our logos, our life’s reason and animus. He kept us bound but bated and every bit of him is in our grasp.
That wasn’t the only way he kept us bound, no, the man was deft and practiced with silken rope. Nothing burns in my memory quite so much as the memory of tied hands behind backs and fatigued knees from sitting in front of him, head craned to stare up at his chiseled physique. He’d trace my jawline, pry my mouth open, let his fingers take up precious real estate in my throat.
“What a beautiful, disgusting thing you are. Opened up for me, hm?” He’d mock me, nothing but love behind his eyes as I stared, nodding.
“All for you,” I’d whisper, choking on his hand in my mouth, my words wrapping around him. He always understood the sentiment. Luke would come around then, sliding my shirt off my shoulders long enough to bite his ownership into me.
“Pretty girl,” he’d say, rough hands smoothing up over my chest, reaching up to unbutton Spencer’s slacks and pushing my head forward to take him into my mouth. I remember looking up through shortened eyelashes and seeing his head thrown back in glory and Luke muttering, “Oh, good girl.” He always could sing my praises. That was something else I’d memorize too, the ecstasy loving them provides.
Spencer would pull me up then, fist in my hair and throw me onto our bed, snarling, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet. He may be nice to you, but I won’t be, not yet. You’ve got to earn it.” My face pushed down into the bed, his hand against my back and Luke’s hands running up my legs to trace at my heat, Spencer had pushed into me, moaning something unintelligible for the first time in his life.
He’d use me, thrust into me with a fistful of hair pulling my head up just enough to wrap around Luke, who would caress my face and tell me how good I was being, how sweet and patient. It would only be so long before Spencer would fill me with his warmth, falling over me and pressing kisses to my back, muttering his own praises in languages and feelings I would never understand. Luke would follow soon after, wiping my mouth and giving his own kisses to the corners of my mouth, copying Spencer’s lilted praises.
It’s all of these things that I leave memorized, imprinted, in stone in my mind. It’s now that I understand my place among the trilogy, the pathos of us all. My passion, my love, my desire. It turns out that, after all, I do still love in threes. Luke, Spencer, myself. The trio of a lifetime, of a long while, of our little piece of infinity.
Summary: Reader has waited so long for his wedding night. Especially because Spencer has not had him since the date was announced
Relationship:Spencer Reid x Trans Man! Reader
WC: 1K
A/N: Hi my loves! I write this fic in a culmination of two days and I love it!! I need this in my life.
CW:Mild Breeding Kink, NSFW, Mild possessiveness/ownership (“My husband” is said multiple times), and use of the term “sweet boy." Reader has no specification of a chest or not, but AMAB and AFAB terms are used to describe their body.
NSFW 18+ ONLY
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“I have always wanted someone to call my own,” he said softly, his knuckles brushing against the bridge of my nose, across my bottom lips, over my cheek. It was all places that he already had memorized ‐ every divot and curve and line already been touched by his hands twofold. This was … different through. Far better than every other time. “For some time, I was sure that I’d be fine with anyone. I can see now how wrong I was, my sweet boy.”
Spencer’s hands slid down my shoulders, moving to trace down my torso. I was burning. Spencer must be on fire considering how every touch of him to me scorched my skin in the best of ways. I knew that after tonight, I would never know anything but his hands on me. My husband placed a soft kiss on my hip bone, his warm eyes honeyed in the candlelight. “Anyone but you as mine ‐ my husband ‐ would be so wrong.”
The kiss turned into kisses as Spencer trails down the dip where my leg connects to my torso. He has long taken off my boxers, and every other piece of pesky cloth that could hide me from his eyes. I don’t feel the need to hide from him, though, I never have. Spencer is the first person I have ever wanted to see me. My loving husband, though, is still fully clothed in the tux that we had married in. Spencer uses two of his fingers to spread me open and licks up me. If I have any brain cells left, I would complain to him about soiling his tux, but Spencer gave me no time as he eagerly licked into me. I had asked him to let his scruff grow a bit for our wedding night, and it tickled at my skin and my thighs. Spencer’s lips wrapped around me and I could not stop the whine that fell from my lips. His fingers found his way into me and he set a mind melting pace.
“My husband has such a pretty little cock,” Spencer muses. He takes me back into his mouth, and no one could have prepared me for the way he hollowed his cheeks and sucked. My husband must have hidden this - this talent for a reason; if he had ever done this before our wedding day, I would have never made it to the altar. I would have been fucking him too insatiably. I was in love with the way he groaned around me as his tongue rolled around me, his fingers arching into that spot inside of me and I melted. Pleasure practically oozed from every bit of me. My hips rocked against Spencer’s hands and his mouth as I came. With a soft groan, my husband pulled away from my cunt. He smiled at me, one of the smiles that I had first fallen in love with - bashful, kind, and full of so much love.
When I looked at the man in front of me, changed by so much but still imbued with the same kindness, I knew that I could never have picked a better man to wed.
My slick covered his stubbled chin, “You fit so perfectly in my mouth.”
A noise fell from me and I laced my hands through his hair to pull him up to me, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. One of Spencer’s hands came to rest on my jaw, some of my own wetness dragged across my skin. His other hand made quick work of his tie and shrugged off his jacket.
I don’t think Spencer had ever gotten undressed so fast. His button-up shirt and pants were gone before I could even register that he was lining himself up to me.
His kisses trailed down my lips to my jaw and then to the side of my neck. My hands came to push at his shoulders. Spencer whined at being dragged away from the ability to kiss my skin, a pout forming over his lips.
“I have a wedding present for you, my love. Wait just a moment.”
Spencer shook his head, “A present? Baby, you’ve already given me the ability to hold my entire world in my arms, forever. What more could I ever ask for?”
I pressed a kiss to his cheek, my lips resting by his ear as I whispered the next few words. There was no one else who could hear them, but I wanted to make sure they were his and only his to have. “What about being a dad?”
My husband’s eyes widened. “But - you’re on birth control?”
I shook my head at him, a smile swept over his face. “I stopped after you said you weren’t going to have me again until our wedding night. I wanted to surprise you.”
He nodded at me quickly, already realigning himself and pushing his hips as he muttered, “Let’s make a baby.” One of my husband’s hands came to rest on my stomach while the other grabbed the back of my thigh, pushing it up so that he could bury himself deeper into me.
He moved his face to try and kiss me, but our lips only hastily connected before the pace he set left me nothing but a moaning mess. I was so glad that he made me wait because the feeling of him inside of me again as my husband was perfect in ways I could never have imagined. Every cell in my body sang with joy as I came to my second orgasm of the night, Spencer’s adept fingers then bringing me into a third.
His hips came still against mine. Spencer’s forehead pressed to mine as a broken whine fell from his lips. Warmth flooded my tummy, and some of his cum dripped between my thighs. Spencer went to pull away but I grabbed him.
“Could we just stay like this..? I don’t know If I’m ready for it to end.”
“Of course. But, sweet boy, you are mine. Now and forever, it is never going to end. I may not be here every time you awaken or every time you sleep, but I meant what I said in my vows,” his hand brushed some of my hair from sticking to my face, “Till death do us part, and I don’t even think I will leave you then. I would break every law of the universe to stay with you.”
I smiled sweetly at him and pressed a kiss to his nose.
It should have been obvious to me. He would always stay here with me, even just in spirit. After all, I was his husband.
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Relationship: Sugar Daddy! Spencer Reid x GN!AFAB! Reader
Warnings: Mentions/Fears of Death, Thigh Riding, Mentions of Casework, Penetrative Sex
A/N: When I wrote this chapter, I was struggling with not only continuing to write but also if writing a GN reader was for me. Oftentimes I would just find myself making Bee more NB than GN and then othertimes, I felt like people would only read this and get the feeling like Bee is a girl. In reality, I write Bee as someone who just exists and that’s cool. You can see them however you want :]
“Idiot!” Y/N hissed at Spencer. They were livid. Y/N’s face was bright red and their hands were balled into fists at their side. “Do you know what I thought when I got the call from you and then you just stopped responding to the paramedics? I thought you were dead!”
Spencer sighed, raising a hand to press against Y/N’s cheek. They leaned into his palm. “I’m sorry,” Spencer said softly.
Y/N’s hand pressed against his. “I know you are. It’s not your fault. You just gotta be a hero, huh?”
Spencer nodded with a soft smile on his lips. Y/N’s rolled their eyes and flicked Spencer’s forehead; Spencer fake winced. “Well, next time don’t end up with bruised ribs, burns and ear damage, okay? My face is too pretty to be marred by stress from worrying about you!”
“You forgot a concussion.” Y/N glared at him like hellfire. “Alright, alright. I’ll be more careful. Now, I would really like a kiss, please.”
They pouted at him and shifted closer till Spencer could press a kiss against their lips. Spencer’s hands trailed down their shoulders to wrap tightly around their waist. Y/N sighed into the kiss as Spencer pulled them into his lap.
The two were now at Spencer’s apartment, with Spencer sitting on his bed while Y/N stood between his thighs. Y/N had shown up as fast as they could after work.
“Spencer,” Y/N sighed contentedly as his lips pressed warm kisses to the column of their throat, “You’re hurt.”
“I don’t care,” Spencer stated while dancing his fingers under Y/N’s shirt to pull it over their head. Spencer noticed something as his hands trail down their form; yes, he had spotted the scar before, but he hadn’t realized how obvious it was. He didn’t pay any attention to it, there was no reason to ask and make them feel uncomfortable.
Y/N’s eyes fluttered to a close as they gave in to the brush of Spencer’s lips against their neck and his hands palming down their thighs. Their fingers laced into his hair before they huffed out a sigh, pulling away. “You’re hurt,” they mumble.
Spencer hummed. He buried his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck, “I want to be close to you, pain is manageable.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, pleasure is commonly known to cancel out pain.”
Y/N cheekily smiled at him. “Let’s get rid of your pain then, yeah?”
Spencer pulled them from their feet, not into his lap, but onto his thigh. He placed a kiss to their lips: deep, but gentle and soft.
Someone, not privy to what their relationship was, might have called it a loving kiss.
Y/N broke from the kiss to press their lips against Spencer’s neck. Licking and sucking, they nibbled against his jaw. As if they could try to make Spencer ignore the way their legs and hips slowly shifted on his thigh.
His hands stoked through Y/N’s hair before tapping on the upside of their thigh, “What are you doing?”
They pulled away to look at him and Spencer smiled as he watched them internally panic. “I- I’m just kissing you.”
“Are you sure?” his fingers moved up their thigh as if they were walking. Y/N quickly nodded, eliciting Spencer to laugh. “If you want to ride my thigh, you just have to ask.”
Y/N swallowed before looking up at Spencer through their lashes. His breath caught in his throat at how doe eyed and innocent they looked.
“May I please ride your thigh, daddy?”
Spencer smiled sweetly at them, lust running through his veins like burning lava, “Of course, I just have one little question first. Okay, angel?” Y/N nodded and Spencer continued. “I was wondering how you’d feel about being called something gendered, like, princess?”
When Y/N tensed and Spencer knew he’d asked the wrong question.
“Shit. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, I-”
“Spencer,” Y/N interrupted all sugary and soft, cutting him off as they gently placed their hands on his cheeks, “I freeze when I think, sometimes. It’s okay, take a deep breath for me?”
He nodded and followed Y/N in a few exaggerated breaths. “You were in a traumatizing event, it’s okay if you need some time. Tell me, what do you need?”
“Actually, other people have been in worse situations. I have been in worse situations. Really, I’m fine.”
“SSA Doctor Spencer Reid, look at me.” Y/N’s voice was on the verge of frustration as they lightly tapped Spencer’s cheeks with the pads of their fingers. “Your hurt is real, don’t brush it off. You’re not fine and that’s okay. On Sunday, you took care of me, no questions asked. Please, let me help you. You can’t be the only one with a hero complex, you know?”
Spencer laughed at that, knowing that there were tears on the edge of his eyes. “First, you didn’t have to use my full title. Second, I do not have a hero complex.”
“If you say so, babe. Now. You still haven’t answered my question.”
“You haven’t answered mine!” Spencer shot back. His hands rested on Y/N’s waist and rubbed circles into their skin.
“Ok. No, I would not mind being called princess. That’s it though. Anything else gendered would make me uncomfy.” Y/N’s pinkies ran underneath Spencer’s jawline and their thumbs traced the curve of his cheek. Their hands were only a little cold, but still left Spencer’s face and cheeks warm.
“Plenty of people like to be called princess. One of my guy friends told me that they used to like being called princess. It doesn’t feel like being misgendered, despite its feminine suffix,” Y/N continued. “Thank you for asking me if I would be comfortable, it means a lot.”
Spencer leaned back, using his grip on Y/N’s waist to pull them with him. They both flopped on the bed with Y/N’s head moving to lay on his chest. His hands and arms wrapped tighter around their waist. “This. I need this.”
Y/N rolled off of Spencer. He watched as they kicked off their shoes and shucked off their pants onto the floor. Instead of moving back to their place on Spencer’s chest, they moved to the top of the bed and slid under the cover.
They tapped their hands on the space beside them and Spencer wasted no time clambering next to Y/N. They pulled at each other till they were chest to chest and their noses were brushing.
Spencer pushed forward, his hands moving to their hair as he kissed them. Y/N hummed into the kiss as they tried to move closer, hands inching along to glide across Spencer’s back and sides. It was not frantic, like it was before - if that could even be called frantic - but it was different. It was softer and something intangible had shifted, but not changed. No. Everything was still the same.
Somehow, Spencer found himself wishing something had changed. That the murmurs of words that he pressed into Y/N were more than just a sound, frequency or vibration. His hands were pulling off Y/N’s pants and he was wondering if it would be easier to end the two of them right now or let himself succumb to an emotion that was notwelcomed,despite how much he wanted it to be, and get hurt in the long run.
He made his decision by pulling Y/N impossibly closer with his hands. Spencer pressed his thigh up as Y/N ground down on it, their hips shifting as they chased their pleasure. He nuzzled his head into the place where their shoulder met their neck, he nipped and kissed at the skin there, listening to the sounds flowing from Y/N’s lips.
Spencer sucked at the base of their neck while Y/N rode his thigh faster. Their breathing was harsher and Spencer could tell they were on the verge of release.
“Look at you, you’re being so good for daddy right now.”
Thus, with his praising words, Y/N’s eyes fell shut and their mouth opened in a soundless moan as they came, hips stilling on Spencer’s leg. Spencer then used his leg to pry their thighs open enough to slide his hand into the front of their underwear, using two fingers between their folds to gather some of their wetness. He brought the fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, muttering softly, “Delicious.”
Y/N watched him with parted lips and hazy eyes. Spencer pressed a quick kiss to the tip of Y/N’s nose and then their lips, before shifting the two of them so that his back was against the wall and Y/N’s legs were on either side of him. He pushed his hands from the side of Y/N’s leg by their knee all the way to their hips to pull down their underwear.
“Not fair,” Y/N pouted while messing with the buttons on Spencer’s shirt. “I’m all naked and you’re completely dressed.”
He hummed offhandedly, “Do you want to undress me?”
Y/N nodded, “Yes please, daddy.”
“Okay baby, go ahead.”
Y/N’s fingers nimbly unbuttoned his shirt to place their hands on his chest, then pushed his shirt off of his shoulders. He did the rest by pulling it off his arms and tossing it to the side; Y/N used that time to pull down his pants, not all the way though, they both now had the urgency to get back to being close together.
Y/N ground softly onto Spencer’s dick as he ran the head of it through their folds, gathering the wetness that had accumulated there. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck to hold his hair as Spencer slowly buried himself into Y/N. Their chests were pressed together, bringing them closer, both physically and emotionally.
It felt so good to be cared for, Spencer noted. Even if the person caring for you didn’t feel the same way. For Spencer, being with Y/N was enough: holding them, kissing them, taking them on lavish dates. That reminded him, he should take them somewhere tonight if it was not too late, of course. It was only a fleeting thought, before he didn’t really think anymore.
If he did think, beyond praises for Y/N, it would be a choir and echo of ‘I think love you.’
“So good for me, princess,” he breathed out as his pace picked up, Spencer’s hands practically slamming Y/N down onto him. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you. I kind of wish I didn’t, it would be so much easier to not.’
Spencer couldn’t bear to hear Y/N’s voice, not when a fake version of it in his mind was saying that they loved him too. So, he took two of his fingers and tapped them against Y/N’s lips.
“Suck,” Spencer ordered, groaning when they opened their mouth to do so greedily.
Spencer’s index and middle fingers drew in and out of their mouth while the others wrapped around the hollow of their cheek and their chin. It was much easier to make the sight of Y/N so erotic than to let this, whatever this was, be an almost romantic memory.
He pulled his fingers from their mouth to rub their clit, not stopping his almost, if not only mentally, loving pace. They weren’t fucking, but they weren’t making love either, it was a mix between the two that Spencer liked more than he’d ever admit.
Y/N was looking at him with such glistening eyes and he felt his heart flutter. Spencer’s only intent was to make them feel good, so he thrusted up into Y/N a little bit faster, while bringing their hips down a little harsher.
Y/N couldn’t help but release a few moans, throwing their head back as their pleasure grew unbearably strongly.
“Come for me, baby.”
Y/N’s body obeyed and came a few seconds before Spencer did, but he ignored his own pleasure to the best of his ability to help Y/N ride their wave. Their body went limp on Spencer and he pressed a kiss near their hairline. Y/N came back to life with an airy and carefree giggle; it was so sweet that Spencer almost forgot his woes.
“Mmm,” Y/N hummed as their cheek pressed against Spencer’s shoulder, “I forgot it could be like that.”
Spencer crooked his neck the best he could to look at them. “Like what?”
They shrugged flippantly; Spencer could tell that there was something they were not saying, but let it slide. After all, he wouldn’t want them to question him about anything.
“Hey,” Spencer said softly after a few minutes of cuddling like they were, him still buried inside of Y/N. “Let’s go out to eat.”
Y/N pulled back to look at him with a confused expression. “It’s too late to get a reservation and I’m not in the mood for fast food or delivery.”
“I know someone who can get us a reservation at say…” Spencer paused to look at his bedside clock; it was currently six fifty-six, “… Ten?”
“That’s enough time for me to get home and get all dolled up,” Y/N noted.
Spencer nodded, “Enough time for me to call in my favor and get us our reservation, too.”
Y/N smiled widely, “I should move and clean up then.”
He shook his head. Spencer would never make someone clean themselves up after sex, it was in the general moral conduct not to! “Please,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on Y/N’s forehead, “Let me.”
“Anything for you,” Y/N sighed dramatically.
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“Hey, Pen.” Spencer said as the phone picked up.
“Hello, hello, my love. To what do I owe this call from my favorite G-Man?” Garcia replied, as bubbly as ever.
“I’d like to cash in a favor, if possible.”
“Honey, I’m a miracle worker. With me, anything is possible. Now, spit it out! Full story or whatever you want is no bueno.”
Spencer sighed into the phone receiver. “I told you about the person I’m in a relationship with, right? Well, I’m taking them to dinner tonight and was wondering if you could hack into a restaurant and out my last name down for a reservation at ten?”
“Pshhh, easy peasy lemon squeezy, babe. First. I want every detail. Momma doesn’t work for free, you know?” Penelope knew how to get her way and Spencer could never lie to someone who had worked around profilers. She wasn’t a trained one, but needed a good eye on the computers to decide if a guy fit the profile or not.
His free hand moved around his shirts in his wardrobe to find the right one. “They happen to be the first responder I called on Tuesday. That doesn’t matter though, they’re more than some random person that texted me or someone that I’ve gone on a few dates with. I’m in love with them and it’s fucking scary.”
Penelope hummed on the line, “Tell them how you feel, it’ll hurt you if you get rejected, but in the long run…”
“No!” he interrupted, “I can’t. I don’t care that it hurts me that Y/N could never feel the same way, I want to make us last, so that I can love them longer.”
“It seems as though I can’t help you with advice then. I can get you your reservation, though.”
“Thanks Garcia, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
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Y/N decided that they wanted to drive themself to the restaurant and back, instead of Spencer picking them up and dropping them off. That was fine with Spencer because he was planning on using the metro anyway.
Except for that when he was just about to enter the subway he paused and turned around. Guess his subconscious wanted him to drive, then.
Spencer showed up first, having already left for the subway early just in case. Luckily his hacked reservation went through and he was able to get seated, hassle free. When the hostess tried to seat him at a table where Y/N would be across from him, he politely asked to be seated at a booth, which led him to be met with a raised eyebrow and a ‘Follow me, then, sir.’
After that he could do nothing but wait till Y/N were to show up. He took that time to scan over the menu, two times - if two was the equivalent of thirty, of course.
Eventually, Y/N was being led by the hostess to the table, who then said that the waiter would be there soon.
“Hey, hey,” Y/N grinned while sliding in next to Spencer. Their hands quickly laced together as Spencer took a moment to admire what they were wearing. Their hair was styled perfectly and they were dressed to the nines. The light glinting off of their nails showed that they had put on shiny clear nail polish with the pinkies being a dark, wine red that matched their outfit.
“Red looks nice on you,” he mused in lieu of a greeting.
Y/N grinned at him with a soft ‘thank you’ before looking at their menu. They glanced through it, tongue between their lips as they decided. Spencer was waiting for them to choose what they wanted to eat before picking the wine, that way it would fit with whatever they both decided on.
When the waiter came over, Spencer asked Y/N what they were having. Their dish paired best with a white wine, which was lucky considering that was what Spencer’s also best paired with.
Just as the two were getting ready to place their main dishes, Spencer’s work phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and was rewarded with a call from Emily, likely about an emergency case or so. The phone was brought to his ear and he listened to Emily, shooting a look to Y/N that screamed “sorry.”
Y/N deflated as Spencer pulled the phone away. “Guess we’ll have to postpone?”
Spencer nodded, “I’m so sorry, you can still stay here and eat, I—”
“No! Only sad weirdos have their dates leave them and then eat alone,” Y/N pouts, arms crossing their chest. “We’ll both leave at the same time, make it look like it was our idea?”
His brows furrowed, “Our idea?” Y/N moved closer to Spencer and slid their legs over Spencer’s lap, their hands traveled across his chest and shoulders. “Oh,” Spencer breathed.
Their lips connected in a hasty kiss that was not entirely for show. Spencer chuckled, “You’re insatiable!”
Spencer and Y/N walked out of the restraint with Spencer’s arm curled around Y/N’s waist, pulling them close. The two ignored the baffled states of the staff.
They parted for their own vehicles with a kiss, Spencer opting to drive to Quantico.
Emily had briefly talked about the case. Six victims, evolving MO, with nothing but victim and crime scene profiling for evidence.
Apparently, the only reason they weren’t connected beforehand was the different victims. One would be a pair of women, differing ages, both white. While the next pair would be a non-binary individual and a man, different in both race and age.
The only thing making them done by the same unsub was the single black feather left behind by the perp.
It was, to say the least, peculiar.
Even more so once there was digging done behind the pairs.
To Spencer, this all seemed too familiar.
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Pairing:Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary:After finally opening up to your therapist about why you haven’t had sex in so long, he suggests a few new exercises to help you face your fears. Category:SMUT (18+) Content:Themes and discussions of sexual trauma surrounding a painful sexual encounter, power dynamics, masturbation, dubious consent, voyeurism (unbeknownst to reader), Spencer is a perv. Word Count: 3.1k
NOTE:I feel like I haven’t posted anything in ages and I was getting really anxious about it for some reason, so I decided to cut this oneshot into two parts so that I could get something out. Plus, I know a lot of you have been pretty excited about it, so it seemed like a win! I’m not sure when Part 2 will be out, but I’ve been working on it in bits and pieces, so I hope you’ll stick around for it!
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Waiting for Doctor Reid to show up is like waiting for Christmas Day.
Only, rather than being nine years old and excited to spend the morning opening up gifts, you find yourself on the other side of things. It’s very much like you’re the parent who knows what’s going to happen, spending every second dreading the inevitable moment where your child wakes you up at the ass-crack of dawn, when really, you’d rather be sleeping.
Your hands twiddle nervously in your lap as you wait in his office, that fateful conversation from last week’s session replaying on a loop in your brain.
Pairing:Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary:After finally opening up to your therapist about why you haven’t had sex in so long, he suggests a few new exercises to help you face your fears. Category:SMUT (18+) Content:Themes and discussions of sexual trauma surrounding a painful sexual encounter, power dynamics, masturbation, dubious consent, voyeurism (unbeknownst to reader), Spencer is a perv. Word Count: 3.1k
NOTE:I feel like I haven’t posted anything in ages and I was getting really anxious about it for some reason, so I decided to cut this oneshot into two parts so that I could get something out. Plus, I know a lot of you have been pretty excited about it, so it seemed like a win! I’m not sure when Part 2 will be out, but I’ve been working on it in bits and pieces, so I hope you’ll stick around for it!
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Waiting for Doctor Reid to show up is like waiting for Christmas Day.
Only, rather than being nine years old and excited to spend the morning opening up gifts, you find yourself on the other side of things. It’s very much like you’re the parent who knows what’s going to happen, spending every second dreading the inevitable moment where your child wakes you up at the ass-crack of dawn, when really, you’d rather be sleeping.
Your hands twiddle nervously in your lap as you wait in his office, that fateful conversation from last week’s session replaying on a loop in your brain.
Pairing:Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary:After finally opening up to your therapist about why you haven’t had sex in so long, he suggests a few new exercises to help you face your fears. Category:SMUT (18+) Content:Themes and discussions of sexual trauma surrounding a painful sexual encounter, power dynamics, masturbation, dubious consent, voyeurism (unbeknownst to reader), Spencer is a perv. Word Count: 3.1k
NOTE:I feel like I haven’t posted anything in ages and I was getting really anxious about it for some reason, so I decided to cut this oneshot into two parts so that I could get something out. Plus, I know a lot of you have been pretty excited about it, so it seemed like a win! I’m not sure when Part 2 will be out, but I’ve been working on it in bits and pieces, so I hope you’ll stick around for it!
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Waiting for Doctor Reid to show up is like waiting for Christmas Day.
Only, rather than being nine years old and excited to spend the morning opening up gifts, you find yourself on the other side of things. It’s very much like you’re the parent who knows what’s going to happen, spending every second dreading the inevitable moment where your child wakes you up at the ass-crack of dawn, when really, you’d rather be sleeping.
Your hands twiddle nervously in your lap as you wait in his office, that fateful conversation from last week’s session replaying on a loop in your brain.
“And what about your sexual relationships?”
You froze like a deer in headlights, unwilling to budge no matter how loud his horn was. Even as he asked again, your name a gentle coax on the surface of his tongue, you remained perfectly still.
“Did I… strike a nerve?” he asked.
“U—Um… I…”
“It’s important that you’re up-front about these things with me, Y/N… Of course it’s fine if you don’t feel like telling me everything right away. But if there’s something wrong, I’d like to know. That way we can at least find somewhere to start. Does that sound okay?”
“Um… Y—Yeah, I guess so…”
He asked again, and you found it extremely difficult to look him in the eye.
Or… to look at him in general.
You knew eventually you’d have to talk about your sex life, but in all honesty it was shoved deep into the back of your mind during the other sessions— You know, when you were laser-focused on literally anything else while trying not to think about how attractive you found your therapist and how fucked up that was.
Doctor Reid always made sure to speak slow and concisely, which, when combined with its smooth tone and the way he looked at you with his pensive, hypnotizing eyes, was fucking deadly. And you weren’t even going to mention his hands— the way they glided beautifully across the notepad he wrote in, or how they flexed and tapped on his knee or on his chin.
He was distracting from the get-go, which was dangerous. But now, on the topic of your sex life?
You couldn’t dare to look in his general direction.
So, with your eyes glued on your lap, you mindlessly counted the number of tiny flowers printed on your skirt and answered the best you could.
“I don’t… I don’t have frequent sexual relationships.”
You wondered if he would ask you to speak up, but he didn’t. Instead, he asked, “How frequent would you say they are?”
“Um… Well… I only ha—ad sex once.”
“Are you… embarrassed about that?”
“No.”
He paused. “That’s good. There’s no reason to be.” And after you didn’t say anything in response, he continued. “How long ago was the encounter?”
You hesitated a little longer, but he didn’t push it. Eventually, intimidated by the silence, you sighed and quickly blurted, “About a year ago.”
There was another pause, and you assumed he was writing something down. But then he asked, “And how did you find your experience?”
“I—I’m sorry?”
He cleared his throat. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I… I don’t… Why is that relevant?”
“You’re coming to me once a week for counselling because you said you’ve found yourself shying away from other people, where a year ago you were a normal adult with normal interests in socializing and being around others. Correct?”
“Yes…”
“Every session so far, we’ve gone through your upbringing, your family life, school, friends, your first jobs… All up until now. Everything is perfectly fine, and yet we still can’t seem to figure out why you’ve strayed from your habits. The only topic we haven’t discussed is your sexual and romantic relationships.”
You stayed silent, the flower pattern on your skirt suddenly becoming more like a dizzying optical illusion by the second.
Doctor Reid continued. “And judging your body language, I see that you haven’t looked me in the eye once since I brought up sex. My guess is that something happened during your first time that—”
“Look, honestly I don’t think that’s relevant to my situation, I haven’t had sex since then because I don’t want to, it has nothing to do with this.”
“It’s okay if it does,” Doctor Reid encouraged. He was gentle, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was amused. “That’s what I’m here for.”
You glanced up at him briefly, seeing a soft smile lighting the air between you. It filters some of the embarrassment you’re feeling, and with a sigh, you adjust in the chair and look off to the side.
“No. I didn’t enjoy myself.”
“Okay. We’re getting somewhere, that’s good. Do… you want to tell me why you didn’t enjoy yourself?”
You blinked, feeling your chest tighten and your stomach churn at the memory. “It’s stupid.”
“Y/N, I promise you it isn’t… We don’t have to discuss it now if you don’t want to, but it’s not stupid.”
Thankfully he let you mull it over in the silence for a while, giving you time to gather your emotions and thoughts. And still, without looking directly at him, you began to open up.
“He hurt me… I—It wasn’t… bad or anything, like he didn’t do anything I didn’t want to… I just… I—It hurt. Really bad. Like, I don’t think I’d ever felt that kind of pain before.”
“Did he, um… Go too hard? Do you think maybe that’s why it hurt you?”
You let out the loudest breath of air, embarrassment and exasperation filling your lungs with every breath you took. “Yeah, that was part of it, but like… He was also kinda big, and it didn’t feel good going in at all… And I know it’s supposed to not feel greatat first, and I thought it would get better, but… I—It just got worse, and worse, and I felt like I was getting torn apart from the inside out, I…”
Tears were steadily streaming down your face now, your throat incredibly tight and ears pounding as you tried to find the strength to say your words.
“I… I never want to do that again.”
A box of tissues was dropped into your lap after you’d gathered yourself a bit, and you mumbled a small ‘thank you’ as you wiped your face. Doctor Reid was more than glad to let you take your time, and you were thankful.
It was also great to know that it didn’t seem like he was embarrassed for you or ready to laugh. In fact, his tone was as smooth as ever, and incredibly warm as he spoke.
“Do you think that experience had an effect on the way you socialize somehow?”
“I… Maybe. Sure, I mean… I’m at that age where the people I hang out with all want to hook up, and if we’re not trying to go home with someone, then we’re not having a good time. It’s… It’s a lot of pressure, especially when I think about the fact that people like sex… I mean, like… That was awful, and people act like it’s the end-all-be-all to enjoyment, I… I don’t know…”
“Sure… You had a bad experience, and it’s normal to retreat after experiencing that kind of pain… But it wasonly one time. You never know, maybe your partner just wasn’t the right partner for you.”
You shook your head intently. “No. No, that’s not… No.”
There was a decent pause before Doctor Reid spoke again. “I want to ask you something… And this might be a bit personal, so I’m sorry if I push any boundaries…”
He waited for you to object, but you didn’t, silently giving him the go-ahead.
“Have you ever masturbated before?”
Dear God, you wanted to throw up. “What?”
“Well, before you had sex… Did you ever… Explore what you like on your own?”
“Um… Y—Yeah, I guess so…”
“You guess so?”
You sighed. “Yes.”
“Okay… In your exploration, did you ever try anything penetrative?”
“Do I actually have to answer that?”
“Of course you don’t. If you’re uncomfortable we can move on, but… I really do think this is going to help… Trust me.”
You sighed again, looking at his face once more to see him as he always was— sincere and pensive and understanding. And then you continued.
“No… I’ve… only ever done clitoral stimulation.”
“And what about after your sexual encounter? Have you masturbated since then?”
You paused. “No.”
And then he paused. And you were pretty sure you knew exactly what he was going to tell you.
Sure enough, he said, “Before I see you next week, I want you to try masturbating again. Maybe watch some porn or read some erotica… Whatever you think will get you more comfortable with your body and your sexuality… And we’ll see where you end up.”
“Do you reallythink this is going to help me get over my… fear of sex, or whatever this is?”
He smiled softly at you, and despite the bad relationship you’ve been having with sex, it brought a low simmer to the pit of your stomach. “It’s a good start.”
It’s a good start…
“It’s a good start,” you whispered when you got home that night, right before getting under the covers and turning to the collection of porn you’d had saved over a year ago.
It worked, too.
You’d expected it to take way longer than a week to get back any sliver of libido. And it was definitely hard at first, but by the time your next session with Doctor Reid came around, you’d been masturbating regularly every day.
Though, it seems his instruction may have worked a little toowell.
Once you were comfortable with your own body again, you couldn’t stop the images of his face as they danced in beautiful flashes behind your eyelids. Scenarios were acted out in your dreams, his presence melding with yours and replacing those you’d watched and read, and it created a new sense of nervousness once you realized that you’d have to see him again in a few days…
And now that you’re here, only seconds away from the moment he’d walk through the door, your stomach twists and your heart leaps.
You almost think maybe running out the door is a good option, but then he’s waltzing through it with that seasoned swiftness that only adds to his charm and makes you even more intimidated by him.
“Good afternoon, Y/N,” he greets with a warm smile, taking the seat in front of you.
“Hi, Doctor.”
“How was your week?”
After a pause, you clear your throat, obviously not very good at hiding anything. “Fine.”
“Just fine?”
“Yep.”
He only waits for you to continue. You hate when he does that…
Because it works, getting you to talk every damn time. “Still not inclined to do anything out of my normal social routine, but I’m… better.”
“How so?”
Feeling his gaze on you makes your heart lurch. “Um… I’m more… comfortable… with my body, I guess…”
“So you took my suggestion, then?”
You can only muster a nod, words dying in the back of your throat and evaporating into nothing.
“You still seem… shy.”
“Well, I’m talking to my therapist about my masturbation habits…”
Thankfully he seems to understand, nodding with a small laugh that aims to lighten the mood and make you more comfortable around the whole situation. After all, it is only the start of your session this week, and a whole hour and a half of awkwardness wouldn’t suffice.
Even still, what he says next doesn’t ease your mind much at all.
“Do you mind elaborating a little?”
“I don’t know how much more elaboration you need,” you half-scoff, clearly defensive over your privacy— And with every right to be so, considering most of your thoughts had been about him.
“Well, let’s start with how frequent you’ve been with it.”
That you could do. “Um… about every day for the past week?” And right before I left the house…
“Good. How many times a day?”
“Once.”Twice, sometimes three…
“Okay…” He writes things down, and then pauses before asking his next question. “Have you tried any new techniques?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I mean other than clitoral stimulation.”
“No. I—I thought this was just supposed to be a start—”
“Oh! It was. I didn’t mean to frighten you, I’m sorry. I don’t expect you to be ready to have sex or anything right away— You should always be allowed to go at your own pace, I hope you understand that.”
“Right…” There’s an awkward pause, but you want things to keep moving, so just to keep him talking, you continue, “So, um… What’s the next step then?”
By the look in his eyes, you realize it was probably the wrong question—and way—to ask. Even after just explaining that you could go at your own pace, the way you spoke to him could have easily been interpreted as a newfound confidence to push forward. In your case, had it been real, it would have been falseconfidence.
But even still, a dim light bulb still shines.
“We’re going to make sure you’ve actually been doing your homework. Come with me.”
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There’s just something about you that Spencer can’t seem to understand. It’s something beautiful and alluring, and more than anything it’s incredibly wrong. Because he surely shouldn’t be taking you to a separate room in the building where they interview mental patients while others watch from behind one-way glass and take notes.
But here he is anyway, leading you into the room and trying desperately not to kiss or touch you…
“W—What do you want me to do, exactly?” you ask in that timid way of yours. It’s almost innocent, like you truly don’t understand why he’s brought you here rather than confirming your suspicions, and somehow that only makes him want you more.
“I want you to masturbate. This room is soundproof, it’s camera-free… Whatever you do in here will be completely private.”
“Why? I—Isn’t this like… This… I…”
Spencer reaches out and touches your shoulder, and when you look at him like a lost animal, he nearly crumbles to dust. “Look… It’s more than okay if you don’t want to, I understand… But I really do think this will help you. You’re completely safe here, I want you to know that.”
He’s speaking to you in that slow, collected way that always gets you to open up to him, and when you finally nod and agree to do his little assignment, he smiles, though his stomach inside is doing flips and he’s shooting off celebratory fireworks in his brain.
“What do I do when I’m done?” you ask.
He reaches into his pocket and gives you a pager. “You can page me with this. I’ll be in my office, so by the time I get to you, you should have enough time to get yourself situated. Is that okay?”
“You’re… Leaving me alone?”
The question almost knocks the wind out of him. To play it off though, he laughs a little. “What, you want me to watch?”
“That’s not what I meant! I… I just mean… Anyone could…”
“Like I said, this room is completely safe and soundproof. I’ve booked it for your session today, so no one is coming in to use it. There is a room right next door if you’d prefer I stay closer though, just in case.”
“Y—Yes, please…”
Spencer smiles and sets the pager on the other side of the room, on a small table in the corner. “Okay. Page me when you’re done, and I’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself. Okay?”
“Okay,” you give with a nod and a small smile. Your nerves have calmed, and maybe this helps Spencer feel better about what he’s about to do, but in spite of his ulterior motives, he’s truly glad you’re making progress.
He leaves and shuts the door, locking it and making quick work of sliding into the small door next to it. After locking that one as well, he switches on the light and settles in, seeing that you’ve only just sat down on the small couch in the middle of the room.
You both lean back at about the same time, you into the couch cushions and Spencer in the spinning desk chair. It doesn’t take but a single movement of your hand down to the button of your jeans to make him hard, and now he’s determined to make you feel the same way about him that he does you.
It’s set in stone the moment you slide the denim down your legs and spread them wide, right in front of him. He watches as you take a deep breath and rub yourself through your panties, little pieces of your hesitation crumbling away by the second, and he just knows he’s going to fuck you properly.
When, he doesn’t know. But it will happen, that much he’s sure of.
In the meantime, he settles for fantasy. Spencer opens up his own pants and just loosens them enough to get his dick out, and all the while his eyes are trained solely on you.
He doesn’t start moving his hand until you slide your panties down as well, fluttering your eyes closed the moment your finger makes contact with your bare clit. In that moment, Spencer is glad for the soundproofing, because if you’d actually heard the way he groaned out just then, he would have been doomed. He spits on his hand and starts to glide it softly over himself, matching the speed of your own as it languidly explores your body.
All he can think about is how beautiful you are… He should be thinking about how wrong this is, or how you probably don’t feel the same attraction to him that he so obviously feels about you, and doing this is only making his crush worse…
Butdamn it, you’re just so captivating, he can’t stop.
And he doesn’t.
No, Spencer doesn’t even give a second thought to sighing out your name and imagining you in front of him—closer than you are now—with your head tilted up and your pretty eyes batting up at him while he fucks your throat. He mindlessly whispers praises in between low whines as his speed and pressure increases, and he’s so close to coming.
He can hold out, though. He can wait for you. In fact, he wants to wait for you. He wants to watch you come undone before he even thinks about getting there himself.
But of course, as they say, you don’t always get what you want.
It’s not like it’s his fault, though. You’re the one who’s losing yourself in a fantasy, using his name on your lips as a plea to aid you in the most intimate form of pleasure…
“Doctor Reid,” he can hear you whine as you squirm and bring yourself closer to bliss.
He can’t help it, then. His name falling off your tongue sets off the explosion that ripples through his insides. His hand falters, and he releases the most pathetic sound he’s ever made at the mercy of a sexual partner, right as he comes all over his hand. You’re calling his name again, in broken chants getting higher and higher in pitch until you’re incoherent, and he’s just a sticky, flustered mess.
He sits there and watches you reach your climax, still gently stroking his cock with a lip between his teeth. Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth hangs open, and your legs, while still wide, are wavering and tensing. His eyes travel down to your hand as it aids you in pleasure, and he wishes more than anything that it was his.
In fact, the thought gives him an idea for your next session…
Pairing:Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Rating:Mature (18+) Content:Adults with an age gap, graphic depictions of sex (more detailed content listings are included in each chapter), and alcohol use.
A special thank you to the lovely and talented @boldlyvoid for beta reading each chapter and making this moodboard for me! It’s perfect ❤❤❤
Your Favorite — When Y/N comes home from college for the summer to meet her mom’s new boyfriend, she finds herself in a rather tough spot when she can’t stop thinking about him… And it seems he feels the same.
My Forever — Seven years after Your Favorite,Y/N is back home for the week of her grandmother’s funeral. And now that she and Spencer have found their way to each other again, the two must contemplate their future and what it would mean for the people they love.
Hey friends, I’m not really in the mood to write an entire fic right now but I’m trying to get into writing again, so feel free to send in a quick character + concept and I’ll write a little something for it. Open to moodboards also :)
warnings: this is my first smut?, i haven’t been able to write x reader smut so this is x my criminal minds oc chloe!, also a lot of smut like wow
wc: 1633
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Reid was worn out- the case was more than tiring, it was more than exhausting, it was full out draining. Couples being killed in a romantic situation… One that he and Chloe had been through a few times. Rose petals, mood music, sexy lingerie. He’d done nothing but race to catch the guy- before he could get to Chloe. He’d do anything to make sure she didn’t get hurt. Especially since she’d traveled with the team this time.
The team had all gone out into the field, which by the way never got less terrifying for Chloe, knowing that the love of her life might die confronting a serial killer. Then again, of course, there was almost nothing sexier than Spencer Reid with a gun.
Chloe was still outside, and still thinking. He’d said two alpha males, like he wasn’t one of them. But Chloe knew he was quite the alpha male when he wanted to be. (Which was anytime he got turned on. It’s like there was a switch in the back of his brain that just flipped whenever certain things got hot).
They all had one more night before they could get the jet back to Quantico. It had to fuel up before the flight- which was probably a safe idea. So, Chloe and Spencer settled in for the night.
“Hey, Spence, can I ask you something?” Chloe said, as they laid in bed, Spencer reading, Chloe just watching him take in the words at a million miles a minute.
Spencer looked up from his book, “Well, we have been together for… A few years now, Clo. I hope that you’d know you can ask me anything.” He smiled goofily.
“Well, it’s just… Earlier, when you were talking to Hotch, you said that she’d react differently to you than to an alpha male. Are you not an alpha male, Spence?” She teased, raising her eyebrows at him, taunting him. She knew he’d hate this.
“What? No! I was just saying that I don’t tend to come off as one-“
“Baby, were you trying to tell everyone that you don’t wanna be alpha? Maybe that I’m the one who wears the pants in our relationship?” Chloe moved towards him, whispering huskily into his ear once she’d crawled close enough.
Spencer was basically a cartoon at this point- you could see the steam coming out of his ears but he wasn’t ready to explode yet. That’s when Chloe climbed on top of him.
“Were you telling them you need to be dominated by little girl like me? That you’re not man enough to take me roughly right here?” She whispered in his ear, starting to kiss down his neck slowly.
Spencer huffed, clenching his fists, but still not speaking, as Chloe unbutton his shirt. “Were you telling all your teammates that you couldn’t control me? That maybe you need to be dominated like the pretty boy they all think you are?”
Spencer had finally had enough, he flipped Chloe over with ease so that he was positioned on top of her. “You know damn well who’s gonna dominate who in this bed, princess.”
Chloe sighed, happy. This, of course, is what she’d been hoping for the entire time. “Why don’t you show me, Spence?”
And that’s all it took. Spencer was replaced with someone who looked like him, but had only one motivation: lust. Suddenly, with his shirt still all the way unbuttoned, he got off of Chloe.
“Shirt off, now. I can’t believe… You can’t just pull this shit, Clo!” Spencer ran a hand through his hair, practically boiling with rage. Chloe did as she was told, stripping off her tight shirt slowly, still not getting enough of Spencer like this.
“Oh but Dr. Reid, how could the gangly boy genius ever dominate a strong girl like me? You know they’d never believe it.” She taunted again, knowing the deep shit she’d just gotten herself into.
Spencer, at this point, was done with this bullshit. He got back onto the bed, slamming his hands on either side of Chloe’s face, getting as close as he could to her while being able to see her whole face.
“Oh, you know you’d be so frustrated without me, princess. I know how you feel about my hands, about my hair, about my lips.” His lips grazed her ear as he whispered angrily, “You know damn well no one else could make you feel like I make you feel, because no one else could ever dominate you like I do.”
And with that he pressed his lips to hers roughly, caring more about the actual contact of their flesh beneath them- their bare stomachs were touching, and he could feel how shallow her breathing was. He discarded the open fronted shirt and leaned down to whisper to her again, “You’re going to scream for me tonight, princess, and you’re not gonna hold back. Got it?” He asked, looking at Chloe for a response.
She was too eager to muster much of one, so all she could say was, “Oh, Dr. Reid, if you only knew how much of your name the people in this hotel will be hearing tonight.”
Their lips were connected once again, with Chloe’s hands in Spencer’s shorter hair cut, pulling and tugging at it every so often, making Spencer moan involuntary. Spencer however, had one hand on the bed to keep himself steady, and the other running up and down her side, not paying any specific attention to any place, just ghosting over the bare skin.
Chloe gasped, “Baby, please…” She whispered, forgetting about what Spencer had said earlier.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear that, princess. Speak up.”
She whimpered lightly, “Baby, I need you to do something, anything. Fuck, I’m desperate for you.” She said, louder this time.
Spencer laughed silently, “Same old Chloe, no patience.” He shook his head, “Good things come to those who wait.”
He brought his head down to kiss her neck, the valley between her breasts, and her stomach, before bringing his hands back up to pay attention to her still clothed chest. The cups were lightly padded, and she’d always been so sensitive. One firm grasp and she’d gasped.
When he started to kiss her again, entangling their tongues, without even a fight for dominance, Chloe knew the time for her teasing was over. He roughly massages her breasts as they kissed, the feelings of his girlfriends moans against his lips making him even harder than he previously was.
He pulled back from her completely, sitting up so that his hips were aligned with hers. “Princess, you made fun of me earlier. You know what you need to do to make up for it, right?” He asked, shifting his weight off of her and allowing her to climb on top of him again.
She nodded, “Of course, Dr. Reid.” She kissed his neck again, this time taking her time to suck and bite at it as he’d done to her- dear god this was going to be fun to cover up in the morning. Good thing she’d packed a turtleneck…
As she heard his moans from her assault on his neck she brought a hand down and started palming him through his jeans.
“Come on, now, princess.” He grunted, “No teasing.”
She batted her eyelashes at him and smiled innocently, much like she had earlier, “But Dr…. That’s what makes it fun.” She kissed down his stomach, his toned body still amazing her to this day. When she reached his belt buckle she skillfully undid it, tossing it to the side as she unbuttoned his jeans.
What she did next is something Spencer would never forget. She took the zipper in her mouth, and making eye contact with him, unzipped his pants. He practically felt himself cum at the sight. Once his pants were off she wasted no time ridding him of his boxers, leaving him fully vulnerable in front of her. She smiled at him, taking his length in her hand and slowly pumping. Agonizingly slow. She brought her thumb up to swipe the precum already gathering at his tip. She brought her face down, and while never looking away from Spencer, kissed the tip lightly. The kissed it again, this time stopping and licking up the remaining precum. Spencer moaned again, unable to hold it in. Even after all this time her skills amazed him.
She took her lips off of him and looked up at him, “When I’m done teasing… Are you gonna help me, Doctor?” He nodded, and she went back to her work. She pumped once more before removing her hand completely and licking a full stripe up his member. She then took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. He moaned again, bucking his hips up to her slowly, and twisting a hand in her hair.
That was her cue to get going. She slowly took as much of him into her mouth as she could, and drew back at the same pace. She slowly quickened her pace, taking more and more of him and his hand helped her head bob up and down. He was a moaning mess, just hips still bucking up to meet her mouths motions.
She felt him twitch in her mouth and let out a little moan, the vibrations sending him completely over the edge. She looked him in the eyes again as she swallowed his load, licking her lips after removing her mouth from him. He caught her lips in a loving kiss.
He then pulled back, his eyes still full of lust, “Now it’s your turn to scream my name, princess.”
the end! i might write a part two if this is any good ;))
He was not perfect. But that was what made him unique. He taught a variety of subjects at one of the country’s top universities. Six foot one with his beautiful brown hair and bedroom/worthy hazel eyes, he could make anyone drool. He was painfully brilliant with a perfect body. At 26, he was the youngest Teacher’s Assistant (Despite him having his PhD, the university only allowed him that position, while he was also guest on some lectures) and every girl on the campus who knew of his existence had an eye on him. He might be a little arrogant, since he knew he was too smart for the position he had, although what he didn’t seem to know was that many girls found him brilliant, both his mind and his looks. If he wanted to, he could probably have any young woman at university that he liked. He didn’t need to be polite or have a sense of humor, he just needed to look at them, tell them something about something he was interested in and, there they go.
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Y/N Y/L/N didn’t think she was anything special for anyone. She knew she was cute, and that her hair suited her well, which is why she loved trying a variety of different hairstyles. She had trouble sleeping, so she had to walk for (at least one and a half hour) every day. There wasn’t anything about her that could simply be too interesting about her to anyone. Sure she was smart, but there were smarter people in her university. A standard college girl who had two part-time jobs – a girl who liked cheeseburgers a lot, usually had messy hair and not much time to do anything but read, study or work. And I’ve not even said anything about the scandalous crush on him.
She couldn’t help herself, she felt attracted to him right away. It was typical for her to be attracted to him. His hair was a bit shaggy in the last few weeks; he was always polite and respectful toward her, but he talked to her about other things other than schoolwork sometimes. Sure, she was the one who initiated the conversations in the beginning, but they became friends. Every time she thought of him, she immediately thought of his eyes. She really liked that adorable, brown color in his that she could never even begin to describe, because it was a variety of browns mixed in one, and she knew from the moment he saw him for the first time… She knew she was in love with Reid. He had that tall, dark and handsome vibe, despite being the smartest guy she knew, and he was really hot, well, in her opinion that is. He was the TA, and liking him was her first mistake. Allowing the feelings to grow into something more was strike two. She really should not have done that, especially since he only talked to her about studies and stuff like that. So she decided to move on and give a chance to other people. But was it the right thing? She couldn’t escape her feelings or him, so she buried herself in work, giving a chance to a different guy, but still thinking about him as she is touching herself. That was strike three.
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“You wouldn’t mind me tying you up for a bit, would you?
“Of course I would, preferably to a bed, as you’re giving me what I deserve but, alas, you’re my TA. “
Seeing the look he gives her she realizes she might have said it out loud, she looks at him with fear in her eyes. Fear for her future at the university, but the look he gives her makes her feel the wetness pooling in her underwear, and as he says ‘I’ll meet you in the classroom I-312 in 15 minutes’ excitement rushes though her.
When she meets him there, he looks at her, before saying the one thing, that made her realize it really was happening “Kneel” he said, and kneel she did.
She unzipped her pants, and reached for his cock, not wasting any time. Starting at the tip, she let her tongue swirl around the head, enjoying the side skin on her lips. Opening her mouth, she began exploring the veins and ridges over his shaft with her tongue. His hands reached into her hair again telling her that he was ready to get down to business. She opened her mouth up wider and started to give him what he deserved. And she thought he deserved the best damn blowjob she could give.”
She woke up with a start. It was the third time this week that she was dreaming of him in the middle of her nap.
She knew what she had to do, so her left hand begins to caress her belly under her shirt. She fully relaxes before her hand brushes her hair up and lets it fall gently. Her fingers lightly travel down her neck creating a slight tickle that runs through her. She can feel her nipples hardening in response as she moves the shirt up, while continuing to touch her skin. Both hands reach her breasts and she slowly squeezes them, before pinching her nipples hard. She can feel the tingling in her lower belly right before her hand moves to the zipper on her jeans. She slowly unzips them, before pushing them down along with her underwear. Her hand moves to her outer lips, as she softly teases herself with her fingers. That’s when she starts to feel the oh-so-lovely burning.
She begins to softly touch her clitoris, before dipping her finger into the already wet hole, to lubricate it a bit. Slowly, she moves back the finger up to her clit, brushing by it ever so slightly as she begins to shiver. Then sge begin to circle the clit with her fingers, switching between rubbing and circling it. From time to time she dips my finger inside to get more wetness. As she ran her fingers over her clit, Y/N begins imagining it was his fingers instead. She shivered as she stroked herself, wondering how it would feel if they were actually his.
Her hips slowly begin moving as fast as her fingers do, her breasts are tingling, and she whimpers as she feels the orgasm beginning to take over her whole body. She quickly slides the finger inside her, while her other hand works her clit. Her body begins to tense and the electricity surges throughout her body as she cums
She can’t help but wish it was the orgasm coming from his fingers, but it would never happen, she knew it wouldn’t happen, no matter what.
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It was that day, during spring, that weird things began happening. Doctor Reid began paying more attention to her, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he liked her back. She quickly shook that thought out of her head, before continuing to look at the specimen in front of her with, what she was hoping were not ‘please fuck the shit out of me eyes’, but her ‘I understand everything’ look instead. Spencer said something, but she didn’t hear him, she looked at his lips, wishing to kiss him. He turns toward the whiteboard, writing something down, and she shamelessly checks out his ass, her thighs squeezing in delight, as she lets out a quiet moan. Spencer’s back straighten at the sound of it, and her face goes a deep color of red. She hides her flushed cheeks behind her hair, as she pretends she’s writing something down, but, when Spencer abruptly turns around and says “Miss Y/L/N, see me after class”, she knows she fucked up.
She awaits the end in anticipation, allowing the fantasies in her head to run wild. It couldn’t come soon enough.
After the class ended, she took her sweet time gathering her things, while her fellow students all sent her looks of pity. Apparently, when Dr. Spencer Reid asks students to stay after class, he takes away some of their points for extra credit.
“Y/N, I have checked out the homework of your whole group, as you know, and, since your essay was the best one I’ve read on this topic, I would like to converse more about it with you tonight, in my house, since I have follow-up questions.”
“Of course, Dr. Reid.” She smiled, he handed her a small note with an address and a time on it, and she took it into her shaky hand, releasing a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.
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Within a few hours, she was dressed in one of those classic skirts with stockings and a white button-up shirt. Her heels clicked along the pavement, as she let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, She was wearing her black coat over the outfit, and she was afraid. It was her decision to dress up as a slutty high school girl, to give him a hint that she wants him, but her heart stopped when she remembered that he could also turn her away. She noticed he wore purple socks in class a lot, purple shows a sexual frustration, which is why she had decided that she has a chance with him.
As she approached his apartment building, she slowed down a bit. She released the breath that she was holding, before straightening her shoulders and walking up. She shuffled up to the front door, fluffing her hair up a bit, just enough to make her feel more sexy. She ran her hands down her body, trying to figure out if her appearance is good enough, before she knocked on the door.
As she waited for him to open the door, she wasn’t entirely sure how to make herself look even sexier. Should she lean against the wall putting her leg up? Or should she lean against the railing, allowing her skirt to raise up a bit?
She didn’t have enough time to decide before the door opened. She knew she looked flustered and she actually thought she should turn around and run far away, but the appreciative smile on his face froze her in her spot.
“I really like the fishnet stockings, they scream ‘I enjoy listening my rock music’.” He stated.
“If you like them, you are going to love the rest of my outfit.” Y/N smirked at him. He raised his eyebrow at her, but stepped away, gesturing for her to come in. He slammed the door, locking it quickly, before stalking into the living room. He pulled out a chair, setting it in front of his couch, and sat on the couch.
“Challenge accepted, show me.” He said in such demanding voice with an authoritative trait, which made Y/N’s panties wet.
She threw off her coat to reveal the fishnet stockings he already knew she was wearing, the short skirt which barely covered her pussy and the white shirt so tight and see though that he could see the outlines of her red bra. He was silent, she hoped it was him just admiring the view in front of him. She took a step towards him, and smiled uncertainly, before bringing a finger to her lip, giving it one long, hard lick, and then she started to suck on it, slowly trying to maintain eye contact with him.
“You’re asking for trouble, little one.” He said in a low voice. She had never seen him look so serious.
“That is why you invited me here, is it not? She shrugged her shoulders.
He took two quick strides towards her, pulling her into him; as he cupped her face in his hands and looked into her eyes for a moment.
“Please fuck me, Dr. Reid!” She pleaded.
"You’ll be sorry you said that.” He said with a wicked glint in his eye.
“I am never sorry.” She grinned
“And I don’t usually bite, but with you, I think I can make an exception.” He said, nipping at her neck which made her feel the need to challenge him by cupping his growing dick in her hand and squeezing hard enough to make him groan but not hard enough to cause him pain.
He let her continue to squeeze, since he was enjoying the sensation, while she was enjoying the look of pleasure on his face, as well as the fact that his dick was getting bigger and bigger. She giggled out loud in delight at the thought of having his big dick inside of her, and she couldn’t wait for that to happen.
“You like to suck cock?” He asked her, stroking her neck
“For you, anything.” She breathed and with that, he unzipped his jeans, stepping out of them, before he pulled down his boxer briefs and let her take in the sight.
She wrapped her hand determinedly around his shaft and put her mouth over his head and started to suck, slowly and gently at first and increasing the speed and intensity, while slightly bobbing her head. She cupped his balls and squeezed, making him moan.
She pulled his foreskin over his head, making him moan in pure pleasure which urged her on. She loved turning him on and it turned her on a lot more to be the cause of his pleasure. She licked and sucked at his balls, and returned to his cock getting excited at the prospect of him blowing in her mouth.
Without warning, he blew his big load all over her lips making her swallowed what she could. He pointed out the bathroom to her, and she clicked along the hall in her heels and lingerie.
Once inside the bathroom, she let out an excited breath! She had had his Dr Reid’s cock in her mouth! She quickly washed her face, drying off with a towel. She had hoped that the night was only beginning, and that they were going to be playing a lot more.
When she came out of the bathroom, she noticed he wasn’t where he had been a moment ago. Maybe it was the time to go, and she read it all wrong, she couldn’t help but think.
“I’m in the kitchen.” He called out. She walked towards where his voice came from, a bit hesitantly. He was pouring them a glass of red wine.
“Thought you might want a different taste in your mouth.” He said, gesturing towards her glass.
She smiled, walking over to take a generous sip. The alcohol burnt.
“I actually really liked the taste, Sir.” She said, raising her eyebrows in a flirty gesture.
“You were so fucking good at that.” He said turning serious again and stepping towards her. He grabbed a bunch of her hair inside his fist.
“I want to repay you.” He said in a low, determined voice and without warning he crouched down and ripped her skirt from her body, before pulling down her fishnet stockings and tearing them apart, too. She was worried for a brief moment that she would have to walk home practically naked but his hands touching all over her body made her forget. He ripped her panties in two without an effort and threw them across the kitchen. He sighed in appreciation at her pussy and he stuck two fingers inside of her straight away, moving them around forcefully, she cried out in both pleasure and pain. She couldn’t get enough of this. She didn’t want him to stop and then he took his fingers out and licked up the slit towards her clit, she thought she might scream or fall down, he seemed to sense this and slowly pulled her down on the floor, gently laying her. He then licked her clit with just the right amount of pressure and dug his face in deep; she bucked and moaned, feeling little bursts of pleasure which spread all throughout her body. It made her feel as if she were on fire. She cried out as she orgasmed over, thrusting her pussy into his face as she continued to cry out and deeply moan in pleasure she had never known before. And she hadn’t even got to the sex yet…
After riding more waves of pleasure, she lifted her head to see his face in-between her legs still licking her out, better than anyone had ever eaten her out before. It felt like literal heaven on earth.
“Is your cock ready for me yet?” She asked him, while breathing heavily.
He looked up and winked at her, making her delighted, after she saw it was very hard and very ready, all of it because of her. She sat up quickly, before pushing him down on the floor. She straddled him, reaching for the condom in her jacket, after sliding it on his throbbing dick she eased it inside of her. They both sighed in complete ecstasy and she started to ride him energetically, he pulled her tits out of the bra as best he could and they bounced with each thrust. He lifted his head up to suck on her left nipple and she cried out in pleasure and then he thrust into her even harder than before.
He wanted to fuck her so much harder, and, since he couldn’t stand the feeling of want which she was bringing out from somewhere deep within him, he grabbed her, so he would be the one on top of her and then he slammed deep and hard into her. She screamed out at the top of her lungs, pleading for him to go harder and harder and faster, and he obliged. She knew it was possible she may not be able to walk for at least a week after this encounter, but it made her want more of that, and she just wanted more. She pulled her legs up wrapping them around him, while crossing them over his back. She scratched his back drawing a bit of blood and it just made him fuck her harder and deeper. She was screaming and panting so much she could barely recognize her own self. It had never happened to her before, she was always quiet while someone was fucking her. He came so violently and with a deep throaty growl, which had made her grin widely. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, which made her smirk.
“I hope you’re going to let me know when you’re ready for a round two.“
"How about we take a shower?” He suggested.
She grinned as a way of response and let him carry her into the bathroom where she intended to continue the fuck-fest until morning, at the very least.
Summary: Reader asks Spencer if she can try to be more dominant in the bedroom.
A/N: This is my 5th fic for my 750 follower celebration! This one was especially hard for me to finish, I’ve had a massive headache all day it was also hard because this reader is definitely very different to how I am in real life. I hope you guys do enjoy it I tried really hard to make sure I could finish it today. Thank you @spencers-dria again for fueling all my sub Spencer fics this week and giving me this idea!!
Warnings: 18+, Reader is a bit nervous at first, Use of the name Bunny (F), Spencer is tied up, Hand job, Sex toy (wand vibrator M receiving), Edging
I mean it. It is literally all smut. But the end is a little fluffy
Spencer’s lips dragging against your neck, his hands gripping your waist, the cold wooden door against your bare back. You weren’t sure which of these sensations were your favorite at the moment, but you were sure that you never wanted this to stop. He pressed you harder against the wall, keeping himself firmly between your legs. His teeth dug into the nape of your neck, pulling a whiny moan out of your lips at the pain. You both knew that it was a bad idea to leave marks on the other, but you didn’t care right now. Right now all you cared about was the feeling of his tongue soothing the newly bruised area.
“Spencer,” you whined, your head leaning back as best as it could. He pulled back from your neck and looked into your eyes, a dark look in his usually soft eyes.
“I love the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth,” he commented with a cheeky smile. You laughed at him, a bright blush taking over your cheeks. Spencer grinned proudly at your blush before speaking, “Sound it louder for me?”
Without warning, Spencer turned the two of you around towards the bed. Suddenly the hard wall was replaced by your soft sheets. You watched Spencer as he ripped off his shirt and crawled over you, his fingertips grazing your stomach and the peak of your breast. A short whimper left your lips as he circled your nipple. Your mouth opened to moan as he pulled the perked area, but he covered your mouth with his. Something about the taste of his mouth mixing with the pain caused your back to back to arch in pleasure. He released your nipple and used his thumb to massage it, causing symphonies of moans to escape your lips.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he chuckled to himself. Your hands reached across his back, your nails dragging desperately down his perfect skin. Spencer let out a sharp hiss at the feeling and repaid you by grinding his hips against yours. You could feel him behind his jeans which only made you more excited. Spencer could tell so, with a deep kiss, he let his fingertips drag down your stomach and teasingly rub the clothed area between your legs.
Spencer observed your face as you were overtaken by the beautiful sensations of your body giving up against him. Your whole body trembled in lust, crying out for Spencer to have all of you. He realized that, and he loved the power he was given. He slowly tugged your shorts and underwear off, dropping them off the edge of the bed. He sat up, admiring your body underneath him. Usually you would try to hide yourself, insecure of the burning gaze.. But Spencer’s was warm. He wasn’t scrutinizing your body. He wasn’t here just to take a piece of you and leave. His eyes showed it all. This was more than just sex to him. And it was more than that to you too. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes leaving your body and looking into your eyes. Your face reddened at the dark look in his eyes. You didn’t stay frozen long, though. You sat up and reached for him, your fingers lacing themselves in his hair. Spencer reacted immediately, his arms wrapping around your bare waist and pulling you into him. His lips met yours in fiery passion, firewords spreading throughout both of your bodies. You took this time to spin the two of you around, planting yourself firmly on his lap. Spencer guided your hips along as you grinded against him. One hand left your waist and instead began teasing your clit. You moaned loudly against his lips at the feeling. Instinctively, your spine snapped straight and your hips moved against his hand. Spencer watched you in awe as your head was thrown back in bliss.
Incoherent words fumbled passed your lips as Spencer teased your entrance with his middle finger. His thumb stayed on your clit, sending you closer and closer towards your first orgasm. Right when he felt that you were on the very edge, Spencer began to pump his middle finger in and out of you. You clenched around his finger, feeling your orgasm finally hit. The intense feeling caused your body to lift off his hand, but Spencer wrapped his free arm around your waist to keep you in place. He pumped faster into you, helping you ride out your high. You cried out his name a million times, half of them completely incoherent. When you finally came down, Spencer pulled his finger out of you and placed it in his mouth with a smile. You watched in awe, never having seen that before. You definitely didn’t expect for you to find it so fucking hot either.
“My turn,” Spencer grinned before turning you over and slamming your back against the mattress. Your hand shot out to your nightstand, opening it and showing him the package of condoms sitting inside. He didn’t say anything as he stood up and removed his clothing. You took in his body, a glazed look over your eyes. You had known he was attractive, but being able to see his entire body… moments before it would be pressed against yours… it was a whole different light. You wished you had his memory.
Spencer finished sliding on the condom and repositioned himself over you. He looked you in the eyes as he slowly entered you. Your mouth opened into an ‘o’ position as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Spencer took hold of your legs and pulled them onto each of his shoulders, quickening his pace. He held onto your thighs as he thrusted into you, listening to the beautiful sounds you were making underneath him. Your hands reached beside you, grasping tightly onto the sheets of your bed.
Spencer let out a low groan as you tightened around him. He let go of your legs, allowing them to fall back onto the bed beside him. He pulled out of you briefly, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up towards his. He entered you once more, a throaty moan leaving him. You moaned loudly into the pillow, holding it in a death grip. Spencer dug his fingernails into your hips, burrowing himself deeper into you. You screamed out in pleasure as he hit the perfect spot.
“There!” you screamed needily, your head back in satisfaction. Spencer reached forward and took a handful of your hair into his hand, yanking you upwards. You sat up on your knees, feeling every bit of him inside of you. His name left your mouth like a prayer.
His hold on you left your hair and instead gripped onto your breasts with one hand, greedily massaging them as he fucked you harder. His freehand rubbed circles around your clit, causing your body to tremble with pleasure.
Spencer’s hand left your breast and moved up to your throat. It only took a small amount of pressure before you felt yourself coming undone around him.
“Spencer!” you screamed as you came, your body shaking. The feeling was so much stronger before, causing your vision to abandon you momentarily. All you could see were stars and fireworks. Had he not been holding you so tightly against him, you would’ve fallen face first into the mattress. Spencer moaned against your ear at the feeling of you breaking a second time. It didn’t take long before he followed you. Both of you rode out your highs together, a chorus of sinful calls echoing off the walls of your bedroom. When the two of you came down from your highs, Spencer pulled out of you and spun you around to face him. You were confused for a moment before his lips met your once more. Happily, you melted into his kiss. You could definitely get used to this. He rested his forehead against yours as the kiss ended, just peacefully looking into your eyes.
“We need to shower,” Spencer laughed as he pulled away from you.
“Want to save some water and shower together?” you laughed. Spencer didn’t answer, instead he just lifted you up and carried you off to the bathroom.
“Spencer!” you laughed loudly, holding onto him, “You forgot clothes!”
“We don’t need any!”
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The next morning the two of you were called into work for a case. Spencer had stayed over, not entirely willing to leave you just yet. Whenever the two of you walked in together, your friends watched suspiciously. Neither of you said anything, nor acted like a couple. You just resumed your normal routine. That means you both went to get coffee, said hello to a few people who weren’t on the team, and then made your way to the group.
You and Spencer had decided not to tell them what happened, especially not before a case. So when they fired questions at the two of you, nothing was revealed. It was a normal movie night. Spencer went home around eleven. Nothing scandalous about it. However. There was a small issue that neither of you addressed.
During debriefing, Emily leaned towards you with a small smile, “I can teach you how to properly hide a hickey. Noob.”
Your hand immediately shot to your neck, alerting the team. Spencer’s eyes widened, realizing exactly what you were hiding. “Called it,” Garcia said happily.
“We didn’t know until then,” Emily laughed, “You hid it fine. Just needed to surprise the truth out of you.”
You glared at her for a moment, “Is this really the time to be mocking me. We have a case.”
Hotch nodded, “Exactly. Thank you, Y/N.”
Morgan rolled his eyes at the man, “You only say that because you lost the bet. I still want my twenty dollars, case or no case.”
Spencer looked at you with bright red cheeks, but that was the only sign of embarrassment he had. Other than that, he looked really fucking proud of himself.
When Spencer asked me if we could drop by the library, I had assumed it would be a quick endeavor.
I was mistaken.
I sigh for what feels like the millionth time as Spencer hands me yet another book for him to hold. I envy the carts the librarians push around, wanting desperately to put these down.
“Come on Spence we still have a million things to do today!” That was an exaggeration. The only real thing we had to do was grocery shop and I knew we still had enough stuff at home for a few meals. My actual goal was to try out a pop-up candy store that sold incredible looking spicy watermelon gummies.
Unfortunately, the gummies were less enticing to my genius boyfriend.
I found this giant list of smutty prompts and decided to use them to get more writings out and add some new characters! Enjoy!!
Doctor Spencer Reid, the adorable and awkward genius was beloved by anyone who knew him. The side of Spencer that everyone saw was not all the genius was. I was blessed to know the other side people didn’t see. He was one hell of a man in every aspect. He was a true gentleman and sweetheart but at the same time, the guy could get seriously dirty. He had his dominant moments which I loved. The times he would just take control and have his way with me. Then there were the submissive moments. The times he let me have completely control and use him however I pleased. The sounds he would make. Hearing a man like Spencer Reid begging and whining for me was was seriously the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
He came home from his latest case after being gone for almost two weeks. I was in the kitchen in the middle of cleaning when he pressed himself against my back wrapping his arms around my waist. I could feel the hard bulge against my ass as he hid his face in the crook of my neck. He breathed deeply then trailed soft kisses up to my jaw.
“Spencer” I chuckled softly leaning back into him.
“I missed you.” He whispered against my cheek.
I turned around to face him wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I missed you too,” I said softly.
He grabbed each side of my face then kissed me deeply like I was his only source of oxygen. When he pulled away I was breathless.
“What on earth has gotten into you?” I asked with a smile.
“You love me right?” He asked keeping his hands on each side of my face.
I furrowed my brows at him.
“Of course I love you, Spencer,” I said softly.
I didn’t know where this was coming from. There were occasions when he would get a little insecure but never like this.
“Did something happen?” I asked pulling him closer by his shirt.
“I just need to make sure you still want this. That you still want me.” He said quietly.
The look on his face looked almost pained. The sight of it made my heart hurt. What had happened for him to suddenly be so afraid I didn’t love him anymore?
“Spencer, of course, I do,” I told him softly.
He sighed resting his forehead against mine. I stepped past him grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me. I stopped at the couch then pushed him gently until he sat down. I sat in his lap straddling his waist. His hands rested on top of my thighs squeezing gently. I grabbed his hair then tilted his head back to give me access to his neck. I kissed and nipped at his skin until I heard his breath hitch. I kissed up his neck to his jaw then softly kissed his lips. My fingers moved to the buttons on his shirt then slowly started unbuttoning them. I shoved the shirt open revealing his lean torso. I pulled my shirt off tossing it to the floor. I gasped as Spencer’s mouth suddenly attacked my nipples. I moaned arching into his touch. I rolled my hips against him making him groan.
“Spencer” I gasped my head falling back.
I grabbed his hair once more pulling him back and away from my breasts. He groaned bucking his hips upwards. He was breathing heavily as he stared at me and licked his lips.
“I want you, (Y/N), now.” He breathed out as his grip on my thighs tightened.
I moan softly then made quick work of my shorts and panties. He quickly undid his pants but I didn’t let him bother taking them off. He pulled himself free then I slapped his hands away. He groaned as his head fell back against the couch. I straddled him once more then lined him up with my entrance. I sank myself down on him. He let out a shaky breath letting his arms fall to his sides on the couch.
“You want me to use you, Spencer?” I asked softly as I barely moved my hips against his.
He moaned then nodded.
“Baby, you know I want to hear you say it,” I told him.
“Yes, I want you to use me.” He breathed out.
I smiled then moved to kiss along his neck as I started to move faster. I held onto the back of the couch as I rocked myself against him. His head was still against the couch. His eyes closed tight and his mouth slightly agape. He was panting and clenching his hands into fists at his sides. I moaned leaning back arching my back.
“Fuck” Spencer whispered.
I looked down to see him watching me with dark hooded eyes. I leaned forward pressing my forehead against his as I picked up the pace. He groaned louder.
“You love it when I use you to please myself don’t you Doctor Reid?” I asked keeping my head against his.
“God, yes, (Y/N)” He moaned softly.
I rocked my hips fast and hard against him. My legs trembling as my orgasm got closer. I came with a cry of his name but I kept going. I knew Spencer was close. He was groaning softly. His chest rising and falling rapidly. His hands finally grabbed my hips as his orgasm washed over him. His hips bucked upwards into me as he softly whimpered my name. I waited until His breathing evened out a little then I climbed off him. I quickly cleaned us both up then laid down with him on the couch. His shirt was still on but open allowing me to trace small circles over his skin.
“You gonna tell me what happened?” I asked softly.
“Just something Mogan was talking about. Made me think you weren’t happy because I wasn’t an alpha male kind of guy.” He said quietly.
I smiled at him. I placed a soft kiss on the end of his nose.
“It should be obvious by now that I love you exactly how you are Spencer,” I told him.
He chuckled softly then nodded. I had to remind myself to have a talk with Derek the next time I saw him but for now, I was ridiculously content with cuddling my precious doctor on the couch and making sure he knew how much I loved him.
A/n: Okay, so I’m not really sure how this idea came about, but I love starting new projects and I wanted to have everything in one list. Basically, the whole idea is I’m going to write a fic (some porn no plot and some porn with plot) involving one or more kinks/plots from the list below. This is going to be an on going project, but feel free to request ones you’d like to see first, fic ideas, or kinks that aren’t on this list ( there might be some that I reject but I’m open to writing some…darker things)
Mommy kink
Daddy kink
Breeding kink
Fingering
Oral (M reviecing)
Hand jobs
Oral (F receiving)
Mile High Club
Praise kink
Impact play
Degrading kink
Virgin Spencer
Virgin Reader
Threesome
Size kink
Edging
Overstimulation
Dom!Reader
Sub!Reader
Exhibitionist kink
Choking
Riding
Sex toys
Bondage
…
I’ve probably missed a million things off this list, but please request some other things !!
TW: Smut (18+, minors interacting will be blocked), feminine reader/AFAB reader, priest!Spencer, sex in an empty church, unprotected sex, masturbation, panties, rather dark, minor perv!Spencer, vaginal penetration, light d/s (switch!reader/spencer), wax play, spanking
Spencer walks into the church like he does every week. After spending years working for the FBI, devoting his life to God seemed like the only logical choice. It was peaceful and calm, and even if he didn’t believe every word he was saying, other people did, and it helped them.
All his life, Spencer has wanted to help people, and now he feels like he truly is. He feels completely and totally at peace.
At least, he did until he looked into the congregation and saw you. You had never been in his church before, that he is sure of. You are there with an older woman who he does recognize and knows fairly well, giving him a reason to talk to you after mass.
He scolds himself. He should not be thinking about you as anything other than a parishioner, especially since he is saying the mass. Still, when you fall to your knees in front of him, tongue out, ready for communion, he can’t stop himself from ghosting his fingers on your tongue.
The look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know. You want this too.
He notices the smirk you give him as he leaves. If you’re this bold now, he can’t wait to see how bold you can be.
“Mrs. Wilson,” he greets the woman before she can take you away from him. “I notice you’ve brought a guest.”
“Yes,” she smiles, wrapping her arm around you. As if you needed an excuse to stay near him. “Father Reid, this is my niece (Y/N).”
“I’ve heard a lot about you.”
You give him a gentle smile. “Not too much, I hope.”
He laughs. “What brings you around?” And what can I do to make sure you stay?
“I just moved to the area,” you answer plainly.
So, you are staying. This is the first time all day Spencer wanted to praise God. “We’re lucky to have you.” His eyes stay on you.
“(Y/N) used to work for the FBI, too,” Mrs. Wilson interjects.
“Used to?” is the part that sticks out to him.
You let out an uncomfortable chuckle. “I wasn’t an agent or anything. I worked in HR for a few years after college.”
He feels a sense of relief that you were spared some of the pain the job can cause. He also feels a sense of relief that he now has a perfect opportunity to talk to you without your aunt. “I’d love to talk with you about it sometime.” His sentence doesn’t make sense, and he feels like he did every time he tried to ask a girl out before.
But, he’s not asking you out, because he can’t.
“I’d love that.” You definitely don’t agree to a date with him, because you can’t.
Mrs. Wilson smiles widely. “Oh, it’s so good to see the two of you get along. See, (Y/N), I told you you’d like him.”
“You were right,” you answer with a smirk, causing Spencer to blush.
“I look forward to seeing you again,” he chokes out.
“Nice to meet you, Father Reid.”
He watches you walk away, your skirt swishing with each step. A breeze blows by, giving him a peek of what’s underneath as if God can hear him. Though, he’s not quite certain whether God is rewarding him for his self-control or punishing him for his lack of it.
He speaks politely with the other members of the church before locking himself in the rectory. He tried to push the thoughts away, but the image of your lavender panties barely covering your ass is imprinted on his brain. The feeling of your tongue on his fingers has burnt itself onto him. The last thing he wants to do is disrespect you, but then again, you seemed to know exactly what you were doing.
After nearly a full day of trying to get you out of his mind, he finally bites the bullet. Closes his eyes as he slides his pants down. Gripping himself through his underwear, he imagines your hand teasing him. He imagines your smirk as you scold him for his sin. Whatever comes next is stopped by the knock at his door.
He panics, throwing his clothes back on and trying to cool down. He was not masturbating. He definitely was not masturbating.
When he opens the door, he is greeted by a cruel joke.
“Hi, Father, is now a bad time?” you greet.
“No,” he answers. “No, of course not. Can I help you?”
“My aunt had some things to drop off for the fundraiser, so she thought I could bring them by tonight,” you explain, gesturing to the bundle of blankets in your arms. “I wasn’t quite sure where to leave them. I would have just left them outside the door, but it looks like it’s going to rain.”
Sure enough, there is a crack of thunder before the sky opens.
“Come in.” He grabs your arm, pulling you inside before he has the chance to see what you look like in the rain. He takes the blankets from you, taking a moment to admire your aunt’s talent and kindness before he turns to you. “It seems like you’re going to be here a while.”
“It does,” you answer, not wanting to push back, though you know you should. “So, Father, what were you doing before I got here?”
He stills, not able to think of a lie fast enough.
“Oh? Were you doing something unholy?” You stand behind him, your fingers toying with his collar. “It’s a good thing I came when I did. Would hate for you to fall into sin.”
Spencer can’t speak. He feels like he’s in a dream he never wants to wake up from.
“Tell me, Father, what were you doing before I came?”
“I-uh-I was touching myself,” he admits.
You purse your lips in faux disappointment. Tugging on his collar, you bring him closer. “I don’t believe you.”
“What?”
“I don’t believe you. Such a good priest would never touch himself.”
“I was!” He’s not quite sure why he needs you to believe him when moments ago he would have died of embarrassment if someone had found out.
“Show me.”
He gasps at your boldness.
“I said, show me, Father,” you order, pushing him onto the couch.
He nods, sliding off his pants before holding his cock through his underwear, like he had before you arrived. You sit on the table, watching him intently.
“Is that all?”
“It’s all I had time for.”
Your legs open, bring Spencer’s attention to your lavender panties. “Do these look familiar?” He tries to stutter out a response, but you laugh, cutting him off. “I could feel you staring.” You reach under your dress, slipping your panties off before tossing them to him.
He examines them. His shy demeanor gone. “Seems like I’m not the only sinner here.” He holds the fabric in front of her. “Care to explain what caused this?”
You fall to your knees. “Forgive me, Father.”
“You’ll need to serve your penance first.”
“What is it?” you ask, tugging at the waistband of his underwear.
“Dress off,” he orders before undressing himself. Before you can kneel again, he grabs your arm, pulling you through the rectory and into the church. Your eyes grow wide. “If you are going to lust during mass-after a priest no less-you are getting fucked in the church.”
His newfound confidence goes straight to your core, causing you to close your legs. Father gives you a look of disapproval, but he decides he’ll deal with that later.
“Where would be the best place to fuck you? Should I take you in your pew, so that every time you sit there you will remember to be a good girl? How about my chair, so that every time I sit down, you’ll remember riding my cock? It almost seems to obvious to spread you over the altar,” he muses. “Though, I’m sure you’ll be back again. We’ll have time to do everything, won’t we?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Good girl. Show me where you want to receive your penance.”
You pause for a moment, glancing around the church before settling on a spot. Despite the church being empty, you feel incredibly self-conscious as you stand completely naked. Father Reid, however, calmly walks through the church. If his cock wasn’t standing, you would think he was completely uninterested in the scene.
You decide on the altar. Just as you are about to sit on it, Father Reid stops you. “Bend over,” he orders, though he barely gives you time to process his words before he turns you around and pushes you down onto the altar himself. You yelp at the feeling of the cold marble on your burning skin.
“Before I can fuck the sin out of you, I need to punish you, don’t I?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Do you know which commandments you broke?”
“No, Father.”
“Of course you don’t. Number six ‘Thou shall not commit adultery’,” he recites, “and number nine ‘thou shall not covet his neighbor’s wife’.” He rubs your ass, getting you excited for what is to come. “So, I think it’s only fair that I give you six spankings for the first commandment and nine for the second. How many is that?”
“Fifteen,” you answer.
“Good girl,” he responds before bringing his hand down. The sound reverbates throughout the sanctuary as prayers had only hours earlier. With each hit, you feel yourself fall more and more into him until the fifteenth spank when you are completely at his mercy.
He lifts you so that you can sit on the altar.
“Please, Father,” you breathe. “I need you.”
“Oh, I know you do.” He swipes his fingers through your slick. “I seems like you haven’t learned any self control.”
“Fuck it into me then.”
He laughs. “Patience, (Y/N). If I just give you what you want, how will you learn your lesson?” He steps away from the atlar. “Lay down.”
You comply, no longer able to see him.
“Close your eyes.”
Again, you comply without questioning. You hear his footsteps echo throughout the building. You aren’t sure what he’s planning, and you begin to worry that he’s just going to leave you like this.
Until you feel a hot liquid drip onto you.
You shriek and open your eyes. Father Reid just shakes his head, letting the candle in his hand continue to drip. “Don’t think I didn’t see you eye these candles during mass. Tell me, is this what you wanted?”
“Yes, Father,” you moan. With his free hand, he smears the wax around your torso, up to your breasts. A wax covered hand flicks your nipple. You moan at the sensation. “Father.”
That seems to be enough for him to break. He sets the candle down before he pulls you further down the altar by your hips. “I’m going to fuck you until you see God,” he promises. That is all the warning he gives before pushing his cock into you. He brings his hand to your clit, rubbing and flicking it in the perfect way.
You hadn’t expected to finish so fast. You hadn’t expected him to be so good.
“Fuck, Father, I’m close.”
He doesn’t let up. “Go ahead.” He leans closer to you, groaning in your ear. “Let go.”
You rut your hips against him as you ride out your high. As you tighten around him, he pulls out, jerking himself a few times before he spills himself onto your stomach. In a lustful daze, you swipe your fingers through it before bringing them to your mouth. “Thank you, Father,” you moan.
He helps you off the altar. “I look forward to your next confession.”
Summary: When you and Spencer share a room, you wonder over how inevitable the actions of the next hours are.
A/N: I feel like this is super long and I know for a fact it’s super self-indulgent. Not to spoil what we all knew was coming but this is also 18+. Let me know what you think!
“So, uh-“ Spencer’s voice cut off prematurely as the door swung open to reveal the small room the two of you were about to share. Clearing his throat, voice cracking with dryness as he spoke once more, he ducked his head. “This is it.”
Your eyes darted frenetically between his downcast gaze and the cosy room before you. “Nice,” you said stupidly. Silence stretched between you, your single word seeming to cement the tension in the air rather than dispelling it as you had hoped. Realising that one of you needed to take the leap and actually step into the room, you squared your shoulders and took that step forward. It felt as though you were hurling yourself into the sun considering the way the heat burned through you as he stepped in behind you and clicked the door closed.
Steeling yourself, you dropped your bag and turned to face him. As much as you had planned to say something witty and charming, something that would fully break the tension between the two of you, the moment your eyes met his you realised any attempt would be fruitless. The last few days of playful teasing had created a heat between you that wasn’t going to dissipate with a few well selected words.
You had a feeling that there was only one way the tension between you would be relieved.
Eyes darting around, clearly looking for something to distract his suddenly fidgeting hands, he saw your discarded bag and rushed forward. Hefting it into his hands, he bundled past you and towards the bed closest to the window.
Dropping your bag beside the neatly made bed, he nodded his head once to himself before turning back to you. “You – uh – you can take this bed.” He explained, only a light stutter tarring the words.
Casting a gaze over the bed and the space around it, you raised an eyebrow with a realisation. The bed was perfectly made, the other bed seeming messy in comparison, and the bedside table held a stack of three heavy hardbacks that Morgan would never look twice at, let alone read. “This is your bed?”
He looked from the bed to you and back again, seeming to realise what it sounded like he was implying. “Oh – um,” his features scrunched and he looked as though he were thinking very hard about something. “It’s just this bed is the furthest from the door so in the case of an intruder you would be the second target giving you ample time to escape or call for help or-or…” he stuttered and stalled entirely as you approached him.
Grasping the wrist of the hand that was half raised in some kind of gesture, you looked down to his hands even as your thumb swiped over his wrist. “You expecting an intruder?”
His hand turned under yours, palm flipping up to allow his fingers grip your palm. Unlike yours, his eyes did not shift up to meet yours, they remained fixed on your hand in his. “It’s just a precaution.” He still refused to look up at you, second hand coming up to nervously straighten the cuff of your shirt sleeve. “The electrical locking system of most hotels is actually much less secure than their more classical analogue counterpart. Picking a barrel lock requires much more skill than-“He paused when you slipped your hand free and moved towards the door before he powered through the hesitation. “Than – um – digital locks becau-“ He completely stalled as you gripped the table beside the door and hefted it over the door. “What are you doing?”
Grinning at him as you finished placing the table, you snatched a dusty glass vase from the sideboard. “Learnt this trick from Emily,” you told him, balancing the vase on the very edge of the table, “if someone comes in the vase will fall and smash, waking us both up.”
He mirrored your bright smile with a particularly subdued one of his own. “It’s doubtful the vase would smash, the carpeted floor would provide enough of a cushion to keep it in tact.”
“Right,” you muttered in response, wondering how you could shift this conversation away from the hypothetical intruder the two of you were supposedly going to face. Inspiration struck you quickly and a devilish smile twisted your lips; “hey Reid?”
The glint in your eye clearly sent alarm bells ringing through his head if the bobbing of his adam’s apple were any indication.
“Yeah?” He asked, hoarsely.
Slowly, you sidled back towards him. “What d’you reckon Morgan did to his back?”
Brown eyes narrowed on you, gaze flicking between both your eyes as he tried to calculate where you were going with this. You couldn’t blame him for his confusion, you were taking a very roundabout route to your destination but you were hoping it would prove worthwhile.
“I’m not sure,” Spencer told you plainly. You briefly wondered if he housed the same suspicions as you concerning Morgan’s sudden inability to share a room.
Reaching him once more, you watched the way he quickly shoved his hands into his pockets and smiled up at him. The movement was casual enough that you could dismiss it but the way he subtly rocked back and forth on his heels told you that the motion was more a nervous one.
“You could’ve helped him with that, couldn’t you, doc?”
And then, he fell right into your trap.
“I’m not actually a medical doctor,” he told you, as if you didn’t know. “Although, if the problem is muscular rather than skeletal he would probably require a good masseuse.” You couldn’t help but smile as he led the conversation right where you had hoped he would.
“One of your PHDs isn’t in massage then?”
Apprehension overtook him. “Ah – no.”
You shrugged, undoing his tie with nimble fingers and pulling it free. As you pulled the fabric from him it pulled him ever so slightly closer to you and he hardly made an effort to prevent the motion. You could feel his staggered breath spill warmth over your lips and you fumbled slightly with his tie as you worked up the courage for your next move.
“Well, I could teach you?” Your suggestion was met with a gaze that swept over your figure and neither of you paid much attention to where you threw his tie.
The hoarseness of his voice caused a dryness of your own throat, anticipation tasting sweet in your mouth. “You don’t have to do that.”
Shrugging, left hand smoothing over his chest where the tie had been, you gave a response. “You tried to teach me to speed read a few days ago,” you heavily emphasised the word tried, earning a laugh from the man before you, “consider this payback?”
Lips darting out to wet his lips, he nodded softly.
Beaming in response, your plan falling into place so perfectly around you, you patted his chest pointedly. “Sit down, doc.”
Nervousness practically poured from him but he followed your instruction; perching on the edge of the bed so precariously you were surprised he didn’t fall off.
Spencer’s gaze followed your movement until you disappeared behind him, at which point his hands clenched together in his lap. You clambered onto the bed behind him, your own more subtle nerves making the movement clumsier than you would have liked, and knelt behind him.
The tense set of his shoulders was the opposite effect that you had been hoping to have. Beneath the first touch of your hands they somehow stiffened even more. Lightly working your thumbs into the surprisingly substantial knots of his upper back, you leaned forward to murmur close to his ear. “Spencer, relax.”
He let out an extended breath that shook with a mix of laughter and something more promising. The laughter did soften his shoulders beneath your ministrations. “What?” You questioned softly.
Beginning to melt into you, his head fell back just enough for you to watch his eyes fall closed. “You just-“ he cut himself off as he hummed with satisfaction; the noise sending your tongue sweeping over your lips. “You don’t use my name that often.”
He didn’t seem to notice how much he had just given away; the possibilities that pooled in your mind at the power he had unknowingly just handed you. You gave no verbal reply but your hands became more insistent in their attempt at drawing more hums of pleasure from him.
“Does that feel good?” You asked lowly, raising on your knees slightly to gain a height advantage.
Almost unconsciously, his head fell back farther: resting against you now and you smiled down at his closed eyes. “Yeah,” he told you, the word becoming breathy almost immediately, before he mumbled out more confirmation “feels good.”
In all the time you had known him, you had never seen him so unrestrained, so relaxed. You almost didn’t want to ruin it by pushing this further but when his now blown eyes opened to find you, you changed your mind. The gaze that had found you, however briefly, was filled with a dark promise you had never expected to find.
You let one hand trail upwards from the back of his neck, fingers working through his hair and nails lightly scratching his scalp. The noise of satisfaction that one simple action pulled from him bolstered your confidence enough to let your other hand slip softly down his chest.
As you undid his second top button, letting your fingertips tease the skin of his chest, you gave an obvious excuse for your actions. “Massages are more effective without a shirt in the way,” he swallowed thickly at your words, “do you mind?”
To begin with, he shook his head that he didn’t mind, eyes squeezing shut. But, as you undid the next button and let your entire hand slip beneath his shirt, his hands stopped you.
Pausing immediately, you looked questioningly down to him. His fingers were flexing where they held your wrist, eyes squeezing shut before opening to settle on you with scrunched eyebrows. All clear signs of hesitation.
You were making your desire for him more than obvious at this point, you supposed that some of your actions over the previous days could be explained away with enough mental gymnastics, but with your hand under his shirt it was impossible to ignore. So, what was making him hesitate so much?
After a moment apparently warring with himself, he gave your wrist a final squeeze and forced some words out. “The best way to learn a new skill is…” he looked down at your wrist caught in his hand briefly before daring to meet your eye once more, “practice.”
Now, that was promising. Realising that, for his sake, you were going to have to give up some of your control of this situation - you pulled your hands back. Unable to completely retract from him without attempting to send his thoughts into a spiral, you leaned close to his ear one last time.
“Where do you want me?”
He remained for a brief pause, shifting in his seat while his eyes darted back and forth over the thoughts in his head. Eventually, he stood and you almost pouted at the cool air he left behind.
Sitting back on your heels, leaving your palms resting on your knees, you blinked innocently up at him. Considering the way his eyes widened at the sight of you kneeling before him, it was a wonder you kept a victorious smirk from breaking your show of faux innocence.
Recovering himself, Spencer vaguely gestured for you to turn around. Following instruction without daring to tease him further, you turned and shuffled backwards until your back was flush to the edge of the bed.
Now that you couldn’t see him, anticipation killed you. He didn’t move to you immediately but you could hear him shifting behind you. Without seeing his face you couldn’t tell whether he was purposefully dragging this out to make you squirm or if his nerves were getting the better of him.
The anticipation made your skin tingle and when he finally touched you you felt as though you might explode. Immediately, you sank into his touch with a contented sigh. This small sound he pulled from you seemed to bolster his confidence and his hands became firmer.
You weren’t sure if he genuinely was just a quick study, although that wouldn’t surprise you, or if he had lied about not knowing how to do this. His hands, that you had been so drawn to for the last few days, genuinely seemed magic. Your shoulders dropped and your back relaxed as he worked your muscles perfectly, the warmth of his hands pushing comfort into you. You practically melted beneath him.
You let out a mewl of contentment that stalled his hands, sending them gripping you with an urgency that he couldn’t hope to hide. The breath he heaved out ruffled your hair and you suddenly realised how close he had become to you.
Daring to lean back slightly, trusting him to not let you fall, you sighed as his hands began to move once more. As much as you were enjoying melting beneath his ministrations, you were hoping he would dare to push this further.
Impatience picked at you however, your body unwilling to wait now that you knew how well his hands could work you, and you took action. Nerves did try to halt you; what you were about to do would either push this interaction to where you really wanted it to go or would stop it entirely.
Throwing caution to the wind, reassuring yourself with the memories of how he had looked at you earlier, you tilted your head back. Head resting against him, you let your eyes fall shut and hoped he was looking down at your expression.
Biting your lip you let a muffled moan slip free. The noise wasn’t a complete lie, you did feel incredible right now, but it was a definite exaggeration. Then, using the weapon he had so carelessly given you earlier, you let a few breathy words escape you. “Oh, Spencer, that feels so good.”
What sounded like a high whine got caught in his throat but instead of falling into you like you had hoped he would, he fell away from you. It took you a moment to right yourself, considering how heavily you had been leaning against him you almost fell off the bed entirely, and by the time you turned to face him he had sat on the bed opposite you.
His elbows rested against his knees as his body fell forward and his hands rubbed harshly against his eyes. Guilt tore through you, he looked so uncomfortable.
Pulling your knees into your chest, you hugged yourself to try and forestall the discomfort now pulling at you. “Sorry,” you told him so quickly the word came out almost unintelligible. “I’m just y’know overstressed and- and like everything else you - you’re really good at that-“
Luckily, he cut off your words before they could devolve even further into rambling insanity. “You-“ he started awkwardly, lips pressed together as he tried to force his words out. “You’ve been flirting with me?” he finished quietly, eyes never quite reaching yours.
Why he phrased that as a question you weren’t sure. Had he not been paying attention the last few days? It was obvious. You didn’t bother denying it; “yeah, I- I have been,” you told him, nodding slowly as you tried to figure out what had gone so wrong.
Finally, he managed to catch your gaze. His eyes weren’t guarded as you had feared, they were still warm and open - never closing to you. “Is it…” Spencer was struggling so much getting these words out that you wished you could just read his mind and save him from the stress. Alas, you could not work out what was happening in that brain of his. “It’s just…” he wrung his hands together. “Are you just curious?” He rushed out eventually, words jumbling together in his rush. “Just for-for a night or do you…”
He really was struggling to force this out but, luckily for him, you had worked out where his meandering words were headed. “Spencer,” you breathed out, his shoulders dropping as he realised he was no longer expected to keep talking. Standing from your spot on the bed, you took a few steps to stand in the space before him. “You wanna date me.”
You didn’t need to ask and so you gave it as a statement. His hesitance and uncertainty now made perfect sense; his attraction to you was more than skin deep and he didn’t want to misread the situation.
He held your gaze, pressed his lips together, and nodded silently.
Finally gaining this confirmation, you smiled brightly down at him. You bounced the last step to him, hands framing his face to keep him looking up at you as you let a gleeful laugh free. At your expression, he finally smiled.
Bending at the hip, you brought your face close to his. Your lips brushed his as you murmured a single word. “Good,” you punctuated the word with your lips, a soft kiss that quickly became more as a large hand gripped you and pulled you closer.
Your noise of surprise was swallowed by his lips as his second hand curled snugly around your waist. His previous nerves and uncertainty had disappeared entirely; replaced with a casual confidence that was evident in the way he pulled you into his lap.
From your new perch straddling the doctor you quickly realised why he had sat bent so awkwardly forwards earlier. Giggling into his kiss, you gave a whine when he responded by pulling his lips away. They didn’t stray far, one hand tugged through your hair to tilt your head back while his lips worked down your neck.
When you had started this venture with Spencer you had expected him to be nervous, almost clumsy, but it seemed that the moment you confirmed your long term interest in him he let go of any anxiety. The way he let his hands roam your figure while he worked on marking your neck thrilled you.
You worked the remainder of his buttons free whilst your brain still functioned well enough not to fumble. At the feel of your palms against his chest his own hands started pulling greedily at your shirt.
“I’ve wanted to get you out of this all day,” he all but growled out, the stubbornness of your buttons clearly frustrating his usually perfect dexterity.
“You don’t like it?” Pressing against him, making the task ahead of him a little more difficult, you shifted your hips as though you didn’t know the effect it would have on him. “I wore it just for you.”
Hands leaving your shirt, the buttons very much still done up, he squeezed your thighs meaningfully. “Oh, I know.” The words were almost drowned out by your yelp of surprise as he hefted you upwards. Locking your legs around his torso, you let one of your hands grip his hair as you pulled his lips back to yours.
A gasp was pulled from you as your back hit a mattress with such force you bounced a few times. Shuffling up to rest on your elbows, you marvelled at the imposing way he was looking down at you. His large height was no surprise to you but the way he looked over you now was intimidating in the best way. “Much better,” he commented - smugness dripping from his tone.
Excitement tingled through you at this bold Spencer you had never encountered before. He dropped on top of you, arms caging you in as a more skilled hand pulled your buttons free.
It was interesting; when he was in a position of control over you he seemed much more confident in his every ministration but flip the scenario and he became a fumbling mess beneath you.
The possibilities were endless for the future trysts that were to hopefully come, but your mind was thrown back into the moment at the feel of his rough palms against your bare stomach. “You’ve been teasing me with this all day,” he murmured against your collarbone, lithe finger hooking underneath the middle band of your bra.
“Mhm,” you hummed, wiggling beneath him in an attempt to push him to touch you in one of the places begging for his attention. “Didn’t think you noticed.” That was an obvious lie.
From the smirk he shot up at you from his new position over your abdomen, it was clear he caught the mistruth too. “No?” He questioned, the warm breath that spilt over your stomach sending a pleasant shiver through your figure. “You haven’t been thinking about this?” He punctuated the question with fingertips dragging over your stomach, a deliberate delicacy in the action that sent you writhing beneath him. Your reaction did nothing but embolden him further. “You weren’t wondering how good my hands would feel?” Your tongue couldn’t quite form words of affirmation around your shallow breaths.
If you had known it would be like this you would have pounced on him sooner.
His fingers skirted beneath the waistband of your pants but immediately returned to your stomach despite your whining protest. Spencer had the audacity to laugh down at you, taking a moment to watch you mewl beneath him and likely saving the image to remember perfectly until the very end of time.
“Spencer,” you complained when his hands stilled upon you entirely.
He jerked back into action, having seemingly forgotten himself as he had watched you, and tugged more insistently at your pants.
Lifting your legs, impatience begging you to help him undress you, you almost shivered as the cool air kissed the skin of your legs. You did shiver when his hands warmed your thighs, his insistent grip tugging you closer. Unwilling to let him take complete control of the situation, keeping the playfulness of the previous days alive even in this heated exchange, you pulled your legs free.
Caging him in with your thighs slung over his hips you used his figure as leverage to pull yourself up. Hands slipping over his shoulders you pushed his shirt from him. Nails lightly marking over his shoulders you pulled his lips to yours. You teased him - cutting off the kiss just as he was falling entirely into it by pulling back as your hands worked his belt; his bottom lip trapped beneath your teeth until you decided to release it.
Just as your hand dipped beneath the waistband of his slacks, he harshly gripped at your arms halting you. A challenging gaze met yours, one eyebrow quirking at you even as his lips couldn’t keep from raising in a smirk.
Slowly, he leaned into you. Eyes dropping to your lips, gaze lingering there as his low voice murmured hoarsely to you. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” the phrase was punctuated with your gasp as he pushed you heavily back. Still knelt over you, his hands washed over your thighs - dragging slowly over the supple skin but lingering longer as he spoke darkly. “So, this is gonna go exactly,” as he spoke his fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of your underwear and you could practically see his ego inflate at the wetness already pooled there, “how I want it to go.”
You tried to squirm but it merely worked to slow his swirling fingers. He had been right earlier; you had spent the past days entirely distracted with thoughts of how his hands would feel on you but nothing in your wildest fantasies could have lived up to the way his fingers worked you. “Did you hear me?” You heard his voice through the haze of your own pleasure but were only able to give a response when his hands purposefully stilled.
“M’kay,” you whined, tugging at his wrist in a pathetic attempt to get him to move.
The ministrations continued, the sensations overwhelming but he never pushed you close enough to that precipice you were quickly becoming desperate to fall from. From the smugness overtaking him you could tell he was fully aware of how unfair he was being. “What was that?” He pushed.
It was shocking, really, how powerless he had so swiftly made you. You enjoyed this shift in the power dynamic between you, however, and considering how he was already making you feel you were more than willing to let him take the reigns. In fact, you couldn’t stop the words that spilled so desperately from your lips. “Ah- Spencer- please!”
Just as you were on the precipice of collapsing into yourself, he stopped again. His free hand moved up to grip your chin, turning you to face him, and two lithe fingers tapped your cheek in silent instruction to open the eyes you had not noticed falling closed. When he held your desired gaze, he spoke slowly to you; “please, what?”
“Spencer…” you whined again, hoping his name alone would earn you your release. Pointedly, he swiped his slicked fingers over your clit once, but only once. You bucked at the movement but quickly gave in to his request. Locking a determined gaze on him, you begged him with as much authority as the words could allow. “Spencer, please let me cum.”
You couldn’t decipher whether it was victory or desire that splashed a new darkness into his caramel eyes, but you couldn’t think to care when his ministrations restarted in force. “Do you really think you deserve to?” The finger that slipped inside of you certainly didn’t match up with his question but you nodded into the sensation regardless.
“Y-yes, I do.” You managed between gasping breaths as a second finger joined the first. If he kept going with the relentless pace he had set it soon wouldn’t matter whether you really deserved to cum or not.
If he noticed the rapid approach of your orgasm he did nothing to prevent it. If anything he sent you careening to it more quickly when his thumb stretched up to circle your clit whilst his fingers curled deliciously inside you. “Is this what you imagined?”
The tone of the question demanded an answer and you nodded up at him. The hand that had gripped your chin relented only for his thumb to swipe over your lips as he demanded verbalisation; “use your words.”
“No,” you told him honestly, his answering hesitation quickly abated by your next gasping words, “this is better.”
He rewarded your honesty by redoubling his efforts. The hand on your face trailed down to harshly pull the fabric of your bra out of his way. The delicious combination of his hand roughly kneading your breasts, blunted nails leaving half-moons in the tender flesh, alongside his fingers curling inside of you finally sent you over the edge.
Both hands tightly gripped his arm as you came. You felt so awash with the crest of pleasure you had crashed into that you needed to anchor yourself to him just to stay present. The feeling was so intense you couldn’t be sure if any noise managed to leave you, you knew your mouth had opened as though to moan wantonly but the blood rushing through your ears and the euphoria washing over your thoughts made it hard to tell.
Eventually, the tides of pleasure slowed to ebbing waves. They were present, obvious in the way you would twitch every so often, but the world slowly came back into focus. Unsurprisingly, the first thing your gaze settled upon was Spencer.
Satisfaction was written clearly over his features as he looked over the mess he had already managed to make of you. You jolted visibly as he withdraw his fingers from you and swallowed thickly as you watched him lick them clean. Considering the stratospheric orgasm you had just returned from it was unfair how quickly that single salacious action made you needy for more. You were almost certain that Spencer would be the death of you.
You barely cared if he knew it at this point.
Gripping his wrist, you forced the fingers from his mouth and pulled him closer to you. “Spencer, I need you to fuck me right now.”
He pulled back despite your protests but you settled your complaints when he pulled your underwear entirely off. The noise of his clinking belt provided a kind of musical backdrop for the low timbre of his voice as he spoke next. “You’re not satisfied?”
It was clear in his tone that he more than knew the answer to this question and that your honest answer would hand him any power you had managed to hold onto this far. But you simply did not care.
“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.” You told him, your earnestness unexpected but entirely honest in this moment.
He leant into you, a lingering kiss pressed to your lips as a hand swept the hair from you face. The moment was slower than those that had preceded it, a sweetness pervading the entire exchange, but it didn’t seem to alter the flow of your intimacy. If anything, it ramped up the heat between you even further; considering the warm ache quickly forming between your thighs it was hard to believe that you had justorgasmed.
His lips distracted you entirely; too wrapped up in him, as you were, to notice that he had freed himself from his slacks. You broke from his lips with a more than audible gasp when you felt him enter you, but he stopped his progress immediately when you squeezed your eyes shut. “No, look at me.”
With great effort, you forced a steady gaze on him. He had barely breached you but you could hardly keep still as he pushed deeper. Considering the heated days that had led up to this moment his self control was impressive; every millimetre he inched forward was slow, measured. His eyes roaming your features, finding every slight reaction you gave him and savouring the sight.
You had had enough. Using the only slight leverage he had allowed you, you rocked your hips purposefully to meet him. Grip tightening on your thighs his head caved into your neck as he choked on a groan.
Now, with him bottomed out inside you, you realised why he had been so torturously slow. His large hands had always made your mind wander, however inappropriately, and consider the size of him. With your walls now deliciously stretched around him, you had your answer. Despite your rush to experience him, you were glad for his patience, your body needed time to relax around his size.
Spencer aided this adjustment with a finger swiping purposefully over your clit and his mouth moving over yours. Melting into him, body quickly becoming pliable to him, you shifted your hips in a quiet indication that you were ready and waiting.
When he shifted it was only slightly but it still drew a throaty whine from you. Spencer’s own low voice joined your unintelligible noise, a delicious curse falling from his lips; “fuck.”
Your memory was hardly faultless like his, but you were sure you had never heard him swear before. There was no doubt you would remember hearing such dirty words in his familiar timbre. After all, the way he said just that one word was already ingrained in your mind after a single iteration.
“Why does that sound so good when you say it?” His reply was non-verbal but seemed to somehow answer your question regardless. He pulled back, almost entirely leaving you, before slamming forwards in a sudden, sharp movement that filled you entirely. Your back arched into him, your arms gripping him instinctively - desperate to pull him somehow closer still.
The forceful pace he set was indicative of the slow but burning heat that had built and built and built over the past days. One of his large hands pushed your left hip, keeping you from squirming beneath him, whilst the other framed your features as his mouth dropped to your neck.
Sloppily, his lips and tongue worked over your hammering pulse. The delicacy of his actions disappearing alongside the harshness of his thrusts. You could feel the peak of pleasure building inside you once again, the friction of his action pushing you closer and closer but never close enough. You let your hand wander down the small space between your bodies, fingers quickly finding your clit and working yourself desperately to the edge.
His head raised from your neck, molten eyes meeting yours before darting down to where your fingers worked circles over your clit. His own hand shot down, smacking yours carelessly out of the way, and worked over you. Something about his fingers, his calloused fingertips upon you, was more addictive than any pleasure you could bring yourself.
“Oh god…” was the only warning you could give before you dove headfirst into another toe curling orgasm. You knew well enough by now that he would want your eyes on him as you rode through your high and so you let his warm eyes overtake your vision.
Your walls clenched around him, pulling him in further and you could tell he wasn’t far behind you. When your name repeatedly spilled from him like a nonsensical prayer, he collapsed forward and pressed his lips harshly to yours. He came with a shudder and a groan against you before he slowed his movements entirely.
The air of the room was then bathed in a subtle quiet, punctuated only by the slowing puffs of breath as the pair of you basked in your shared afterglow. Your hands skittered up and down his back, one of them moving higher to press softly into his hair and you smiled as he hummed with appreciation.
Eventually, even the satisfaction he had just brought you could do nothing to ease the growing heaviness of him on top of you. “Spencer,” you murmured, lips grazing his temple as you turned to face him, “you’re heavy.”
He lifted his head, a smirk shot at you before his lips grazed your temple, then your cheek, then your lips, and finally your forehead. The action was so saccharine after the intensity that you had just shared that you couldn’t help but giggle at the pleasant juxtaposition.
You shuddered as he pulled himself from you. When he left you the relief of his weight leaving you was quickly overwhelmed with disappointment as he left the bed entirely. You pouted. Seeming to sense your gaze upon him, he turned back to you even as he continued into the bathroom. “I’m coming back!” He reassured, the words almost tinny as they bounced to you from the tiled bathroom.
The faucet ran briefly, the struggle of the water evident in the creaking of copper pipes, before he reappeared. Something warm wormed it’s way into your chest as you spotted the flannel clutched in his hand and you sank into the bed as he approached. His weight shifted the bed and you looked up at him with a shyness that didn’t suit the situation.
Lightly he lifted one leg. Kissing your calf he lightly dragged the flannel down the inside of your thigh.
How and why such shyness was overtaking you at this point you weren’t sure. It was just… cleaning you up after having made such a mess of you seemed almost more intimate than what you had shared before.
“Are you gonna sleep next to me?” You were almost afraid to ask; the question seemed ridiculous but you just wanted to be sure.
His ministrations paused, the flannel discarded somewhere out of sight as he let soft hands wander over your smooth skin. “If you’ll let me.”
You laughed, relief washing through you. “Spencer,” you began coyly, “I just let you fuck me into the mattress, there’s not much I wouldn’t let you do.”
Grinning down at you, excitement sparkling in his eyes, he moved to stretch out beside you. “C’mere,” he murmured, hands pulling you into him as sleepy eyes fluttered shut.
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You had bounced into the hotel restaurant the next morning, a quickly cooling coffee now sitting before you that you didn’t feel any need to drink. Spencer had waited upstairs before joining you; you had decided it would be too suspicious for the pair of you to arrive at breakfast together despite the fact that there was no reason for such a trivial action to rouse suspicion. If anything, your avoidance of arriving together would be moretelling.
And so, he was still struggling against the coffee machine whilst you sat happily at a table with Morgan and JJ.
“How was your night?” The question jolted you, head jerking to face Morgan before you spluttered out a reply.
“Uh- yeah - fine.” You tried to dismiss your obvious fluster with a wave of your hand.
Morgan nodded thoughtfully before tilting his head to face JJ, an expectant eyebrow raised. Ignoring his gaze, the woman looked at you closely. Eyes sweeping over your features, giving no answer to the questioning gaze you shot her, she deflated.
Leaning to her left she hefted her heavy bag into her lap and began digging through it. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you,” she told you, confusing you even more so, “but I hate it when Morgan’s right.”
As she spoke she pulled a twenty dollar bill free from her bag and handed it unhappily to Morgan.
“Thank you,” he gave her smugly, pinching the cash from her fingers.
Mouth dropping open, you realised exactly what they had bet on and dropped your gaze to examine yourself. You had been so careful; covering any marks he may have left on you with long sleeves and perfectly taming your mess of hair. What had given you away?!
JJ didn’t need to be asked for an answer. “I’ve never seen you this happy in the morning, not ever.” She stressed the last word as though you weren’t aware of this fact. “And before your coffee too? It’s obvious.”
You opened your mouth to come up with some vague mistruth that could save you but Spencer’s voice cut you off.
“What’s going on?” He asked, cluelessly, as he moved to sit beside you.
The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (18+)
Summary: Spencer and Reader’s schedules mean too many lonely nights and near misses. One bad day makes Reader realize just how much she misses and loves her boyfriend
CW: Spencer Reid x Fem (Doctor!)Reader (SMUT: Penetrative sex with condom, talk about birth control, kissing, fingering, tiny breeding kink)
Note: Ahhh I absolutely hate the title but whatevs. Also I know I fucked up the tenses. Let’s pretend grammar rules do not exist. I am no Emily Henry…..
Word Count: 3100
The worst day is always the worst day until, of course, another worse day comes along. Bad days, I’ve come to understand, are a lot like dominos. They fall one after another until the entire thing comes crumbling down. This week, the Monday domino came in the form of reports filed incorrectly. And the Tuesday and Wednesday dominos came in the form of an antsy four-year old that vomits violently and an elderly man with ‘bumps and lumps’ littered over his hairy back. At this point, I have to convince myself that I actually like the kind of doctor I am. But in reality, I’m totally jealous of my boyfriend’s more glamorous doctor honorifics.
Series Summary - you and Spencer’s marriage is on the rocks when a local case has the BAU convinced Spencer is a target. Forced together into witness protection, what will happen to your marriage upon discovering your husband wasn’t a target, but in fact the killer. Spencer needs a shelter from the storm and you have to decide how far you’re willing to take the sentiment of “til death do us part.”
Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader
Category - angst and smut, happy ending (minors DNI)
Content Warnings - swearing, slight voyeurism, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mentions of blood, startling realisations, cleaning up a crime scene, burying a body, mentions of PTSD, disassociated states, DID, brief mention of 2.17 Distress, mentions of sexual abuse, slight blackmailing type behaviour, arguing, aggression, mentions of reader and Luke, confessions of feelings, drinking.
You had every intention of talking to Spencer about what you’d found when he got home from work.
But after a long day of pretending to be Adam Atwood, Spencer Reid wanted nothing more than fuck you senseless.
And who were you to complain?
You knew eventually you’d have to talk about it but maybe you were a little too quick to dismiss the conversation in lieu of taking your clothes off because you wanted to bury your head in the sand a little longer.
You didn’t want to forceSpencer to talk about what happened to him. And maybe you were too scared to find out what might happen if you did.
So you let him fuck you up against his bedroom window which you both knew for a factthat nosy Karen would be able to see you from her hiding spot behind the curtains.
Emily had specifically warned you to keep your heads down and not to make waves. But it was so difficult to do when your neighbour was a world class bitch.
“Do you think she gets off on it?” Spencer asked as he pounded you into the glass.
First I wanted to thank all of you for your kind comments and your support. Writing stories for the Criminal Minds fandom has given me so much joy over the last few months and I am grateful to be a part of this community.
So now that over 500 of you lovely people are following my blog, I decided to host a little Criminal Minds Writing Challenge to celebrate this milestone. I’m inviting anyone who wants to participate to write a oneshot/blurb inspired by one (or more) of the following dialogue prompts.Special thanks to my friend @imagining-in-the-margins for providing some of the prompts and helping me with this challenge!
Rules:
Write a Criminal Minds oneshot/blurb inspired by one or more of the following dialogue prompts. Your story can be a readerinsert or a character x charactership
Tag me in your story or message me the link until Sunday, July 3rd
Your story can be any genre and trope but smut fics are only to be submitted by adults (18+)
Please include a summary, word count, relevant content warnings, the pairing and the prompt(s) you chose
I will read your story, make a masterlist of all the works and leave a comment on each of them to give back a little bit of the support I have been receiving.
Fluff Prompts:
“Are you trying to impress me?” - “Is it working?”
“Maybe you should listen to your heart?” - “How am I supposed to do that when it already belongs to you?”
“I would give up everything if it meant you would let me hold you even for just a second.”
