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ipseitydelrey · 12 days

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your lips, my lips ☆ s. reid

ship sub!spencer reid x fem!reader

content/warnings smutty smut (mdni 18+), mutual masturbation, mommy kink, accidental voyeurism, he sounds like a slut you can’t blame yourself

word count 2.5k

summary after spencer returns home early from a case, you come back home after work to find him in an incredibly compromised position.

a/n ignore the accidental hiatus, but hi !! im probably not going to be able to post at all in may bc im going to be in europe for the entire month. i’m posting this before going in a cave so…enjoy this as a treat!

To put it briefly, Spencer was…awkward.

That’s not to discredit him, though. You can tell that he loves the team and you (especially you). Although he’s less awkward around people he trusts and has known for longer, he still can’t really speak up for what he wants.

And the poor boy is just so touch starved. It’s clear he’s practically clueless when it comes to other forms of intimacy aside from sympathetic hugs to friends or victims in a case. Hell, it even took a month since you started dating for Spencer to be comfortable huddling next to you on the couch; it took even longer for him to be fine with sharing the same bed.

You had barely done anything sexual yet. The closest you had probably gotten to something intimate like that with him was him involuntarily jutting his hips up into your ass when you were making out on the couch. You had hoped that he would continue to do that, especially with how you could feel his hardness pressing up against your core, but he got so flustered and started stammering out high-pitched apologies before moving away and retreating into the bathroom. You imagined that he probably took care of it, but knowing him, maybe he doesn’t jerk off.

You went with that assumption for a while since you — and especially him — hadn’t initiated anything potentially steamy. For him, makeout sessions were enough and although you wanted more, you were okay with indulging in him. You figured that with how touch starved he was, you should take it slow before moving on.

You got to leave work early, and you’re usually glad when that happens but today you’re especially happy because Spencer had just gotten back from a successful case a couple hours ago. When he landed, he immediately texted you, letting you know where he was. When you left your workplace, you had forgotten to text him that you’ll be home earlier than expected, but you’re sure that he wouldn’t mind.

After all, he’s probably just as excited to see you, if not more.

You don’t call out to him when you unlock and open the apartment door; he should hear that you’re home with the locking of the door and the tossing of the keys, as well as the rustle of your coat as you take it off and hang it up.

It’s quiet, but that isn’t really saying anything since it usually is. But you’d figured that he’d meet you at the doorway, which he didn’t.

Odd.

You’re just about to call out to him when you hear a peculiar and out-of-place sound: a moan.

Although it startles you a bit, you think that it was probably the neighbours; that doesn’t make the slightest bit of sense consdiering it’s coming from inside the apartment, but it’s more believable than…

Then you hear another one, and this time you can finally pinpoint its location. It sounds like it’s coming from the bedroom. Spencer? It’s not impossible, but you had just figured that he wouldn’t be the type to pleasure himself, especially with those sorts of reactions.

You slowly make your way towards the room in question, seeing that the door is slightly ajar, leaving a sliver for you to peer in.

What you find is a heavenly sight: Spencer, fully unclothed, splayed across the bed with his length in his fist. His pace is slow, but it’s still enough for him to whimper and moan quite audibly. His other hand is gripping tightly onto the sheets as his head pushes back against a pillow.

It’s perverted, but you feel as if you can’t tear yourself away from watching. At this point, you start to wonder if he knows you’re here or if he even heard you come into the apartment. You struggle to keep quiet as your panties grow damp, and you end up biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning at the sight.

The sound of his fist moving up and down his leaking cock is lewd, his precum dribbling down and even slightly coating his hand.

“o-oh m-mommy—” Him saying that is your breaking point, and you push the door open and enter the room.

He finally notices you and he pulls the sheets he was just grasping onto for dear life up to cover his throbbing dick. You were expecting him to do that; although what he was just doing was insanely hot, he’s still shy, even around you.

He looks away from you, clearly embarrassed he was caught. “Uh, I was— I— ah…” he attempts to explain himself but it leads nowhere. “I-I’m sorry,” he whispers, sounding defeated.

“Why are you sorry?” It’s not a needed question; you know exactly why he thinks so. You move to sit on the edge of the bed as he moves away, still having the sheets pulled up to cover himself. He stammers, but no words come out. He’s so flustered and red in his cheeks, you fear he’s about to pop.

He squirms in his position slightly while a tiny noise that you can barely hear escapes from his lips. A noise of discomfort, you recognize quickly, but you’re not sure if it’s because you just caught him in a private moment or if it’s because his cock is starting to get achy from the lack of stimulation.

“Baby,” you say in a more serious tone, leaning into the notion of his fantasy of you as his mommy, “why are you sorry?”

You stare at him, though you wish he could return your gaze. “Y-You probably feel…uncomfortable b-because—”

Softly, you shush him, holding a finger up against his lips, and you smile. “I’m not uncomfortable,” you assure him.

“You’re not?” he asks, his words vibrating against your index.

You shake your head as you pull your finger away from his lips, instead moving to grab his chin with a soft grip. His cheeks squish against your fingers softly, making his lips look even more plush and kissable. You push your lips against his gently, though it’s obvious that he’s eager from the way he pushes against your mouth to chase the kiss.

The way he whines when you pull away from him is so cute, you feel as if you want to give in to his need to have you closer to him. But he can tell that you want to do something else to satisfy him, so Spencer quiets down. Your hand, however, remains firmly yet softly gripping his jaw.

You look down at the sheets covering his lower half, his erection not-so-subtlety poking the thin fabric, and you glance back up at him. “Do you want me to…” you trail off before looking down at his boner again.

In all honesty, it takes Spencer a good second or two before he gets what you meant by that offer. “U-uh, well, ah…” he stutters. You’re not exactly sure what he wants and frankly neither is he. Based on his previous experiences with intimacy, you decide to not give him a blowjob, or even a handjob.

You both sit there in silence; you can practically cut the tension in the room with a knife. As you think of what to do — since you don’t just want to ignore it, nor do you want to leave him unsatisfied and awkward — Spencer squirms uncomfortably, shifting ever so slightly. His thighs accidentally clench together, squeezing his erection under the blanket, causing him to whimper softly. He silently hopes that you didn’t catch that noise he made, but you did…and it gave you an idea; one that will satisfy both of your urges.

“Do you wanna keep going?” You ask. He would probably much rather do this himself, although you don’t know how he would feel if he were to masturbate right in front of you.

He hesitates for a second, but he does nod shyly. You notice how he’s not meeting your gaze with his own, avoiding eye contact almost entirely. Instead, he’s looking in the direction of your waist.

Without informing him, you stand up and your hands quickly find their way to the buttons on your pants undoing them. Spencer watches with an air of anticipation and slight anxiety as you pull your pants down, a bit hastily and it definitely shows just how eager you are at this moment. Your underwear is certainly damp with how much this situation has you turned on and he can see it clearly too. You couldn’t pinpoint his expression as he sees the wetness, whether he’s nervous or intrigued, until you see him lick his lips — a motion that he only does when he’s excited.

At last, you peel off your soaked panties, but you keep your eyes on his face, wanting to see his reaction at seeing you half-naked. Sure, he’s seen you in your bra and panties before, but that was never sexual and only when you were changing clothes in front of him. He’s always looked away, the gentleman that he is, but he couldn’t resist taking a peek or two at your near-unclothed state. Just like how now, where he can see your bare pussy, glistening and wet, he just can’t resist staring.

He doesn’t mind it; no, not at all. In fact, it’s just making him even more excited, to the point where he slightly pulls down the sheets that are covering his dick — not enough to actually show his arousal, but enough to clearly see his happy trail, which has you salivating.

You get back on the bed, not bothering to take your shirt off as well. You just want to get started already, but you think it would be better if you know he’s comfortable with this whole situation first.

“Is this okay?” you ask, alluding to your nakedness as your thighs are slightly spread, giving him a nice view of your cunt.

He swallows and nods feverishly as his gaze continues to bore into your pussy; all of his attention seems to be focused there, which amuses you.

Deciding to take the initiative, your hand makes its way towards your core. You dip the tips of your fingers in your wet folds, collecting some of the slick and bringing it up to your clit, where you start to gently rub it in small and slow circles.

You hear Spencer’s breath hitch as you do this. It’s like you’re subtly encouraging him to do the same thing and start masturbating again, which is exactly what you’re going for.

He ends up pulling the covers off his pelvis completely, allowing you to see his cock-filled hand. You bite your lip at the sight of him starting to slowly stroke his length again, although timidly, as if he’s being judged. You’re not doing that, of course; you wouldn’t dare judge him for doing something so pleasing in front of you.

He keeps avoiding your gaze so you lean forward as you continue to massage your clit gently and you bring your other hand to tilt his head up by his chin to look at you. The eye contact you both have now is both awkward yet erotic. You’re not really doing anything with each other, you’re just two people touching themselves in front of the other.

A couple minutes into this shared experience, Spencer is starting to get more confident and less self-conscious. His strokes are getting longer and faster, making him produce more noises from his throat; mostly small whimpers with the occasional moan but by god, those small moans just get you going. You end up quickening your pace too and you let yourself make tiny whines too.

Eventually, your fingers move from your clit and back down to your folds, where you insert a finger into your cunt. The sound that falls from your lips after you do so is more motivation for Spencer to speed up again. You thrust your finger in and out at the same pace as his hand and you’re sure you both are imagining something more intimate at this point.

You add a second finger and then later on a third and now, a few minutes later, you’re both moving in sync and moaning up a storm. His moans are louder though, but you don’t mind at all. They just give you more reason to speed up and keep going.

Nearing the end, you’re wondering who’s going to cum first. It wouldn’t be a surprise if Spencer did so before you since he’s been jerking off for longer than you have but with the way the pleasure is building up in your stomach, you’re not entirely sure anymore; your mind is just focused on the intense pleasure and nothing else.

“O-oh god…” you hear him whine. Now you know who is going to finish first.

“You gonna cum, baby?” It takes you some effort to ask that question, especially since for the past ten or so minutes, you’ve just been touching yourselves without even talking.

“Mhm,” he hums in response as he nods. His hand is going at such a quick pace that you can clearly hear how his precum-coated palm is moving up and down his cock. “S’much, I…”

“It’s okay, honey,” you stammer out. Then, in your pleasure-fueled haze, an idea forms in your head. “You can cum. Cum for mommy~”

The use of that nickname for you really gets him going and he can no longer hold himself back. “M-mommy!” he cries out with a gasp for air as cum spurts out of the tip of his cock. He lets his head hang back and his eyelids flutter as his orgasm hits him and it’s beautiful for you to watch. It only motivates you to speed up even more, wanting to reach your peak as fast as possible. You probably shouldn’t rush it to savor the moment but in this case, rushing is fine to you.

After his intense orgasm, Spencer watches with bated breath as you cum. Your hips rock forward, practically riding your own fingers while your back arches and your murmurs grow incoherent. If he wasn’t tired, Spencer is pretty sure that he would be turned on again immediately just from watching you finger yourself. He is almost positive that you’re thinking of riding him instead of your fingers, and he would be correct in that assessment.

The pleasure slowly dissipates until you’re left with the incredibly awkward feeling of having just jerked off in front of your boyfriend. Both of you aren’t really sure what to say or what to do considering this was technically your first shared sexual experience since you had started dating.

“Um—” “So—” you both say at the same time. You don’t know how to move forward in a gracious manner, so you shyly get off the bed and put your underwear and pants back on. He still sits in the bedsheets, which are slightly damp from the sweat accumulated from the experience.

He moves towards the edge of the bed — towards you — and sits up straight, trying not to feel embarrassed that he’s still naked. And even though he felt uncomfortable about being touched while nude prior, he plants his lips on yours.

You weren’t expecting this but it’s a welcome surprise, as you chase his kiss with all the energy you have left; which isn’t a lot, but is enough. He breaks from the kiss, but leaves his forehead against yours as he looks at you like a dog.

“Thank you, mommy.”

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astrophileous · 6 months

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HI! i love your works and writing so much!! 🩷can i make a request for spencer x fem!reader, where spencer sees reader play with children (whether it be henry or a different child) and gets turned on? later, smut with a breeding kink?🩷 FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANT TO DO IT🫶

OKAY BUT A DISCLAIMER FIRST: smut is so fucking hard to write ISTG!!!! It took me far too long a time to finish this and now I might have just acquired a newfound level of respect for any fic writers out there who regularly whip out smut in every fic. With that said, I hope you bear with me bcs I'm new and generally inexperienced in writing smut, so I hope this is to your liking 😭😭😭 ty for the request and waiting so patiently!! ❤️

Warning(s): fem!reader, 18+ smut content minors dni, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), breeding kink, praise kink (?), talks of impregnation, profanities, this is just porn without plot tbh

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"What's going on with you?" you asked as soon as the front door was shut behind your back.

Spencer turned around at your question. "What? Nothing's going on with me."

"Don't lie, Spencer. You've been awfully quiet since we left JJ's house." Your statement drove Spencer to tear his gaze away, but before he could take another step, you had seemingly transported right in front of him. "Talk to me. What's going on? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, sweetheart. Just forget it, okay?"

"No, I wanna know. Tell me."

Spencer's jaw clenched at your display of persistence. You didn't miss the way his eyes turned a few shades darker as he pinned you with his relentless stare.

"You really wanna know?" Spencer murmured.

Before you could give him a verbal answer, your fiancé suddenly pushed himself forward, trapping your body with his as your back collided against the wall. You gasped at his proximity. The atmosphere quickly shifted as you felt Spencer trailing his nose against the length of your neck.

"You wanna know what's going on? The truth is, I've been going insane," Spencer admitted against your ear. "You're driving me insane."

"Spencer, what are you talking about?"

Against what you thought was possible, Spencer propelled himself further into you, to the point where the air you breathed out became the same one he inhaled. Spencer's knee shoved itself between the apex of your thighs, making you gasp from the unexpected friction that his movement caused.

"I watched you back at JJ's. The way you acted around Henry? I can't stop thinking about it, sweetheart. It's driving me crazy."

"What?" An involuntary gasp slipped past your lips when Spencer's teeth lightly grazed your pulse point. "What are you—"

"I want us to have a baby."

The shock you felt was undoubtedly written all over your face. Spencer pulled back just the tiniest bit so he could stare right into your eyes. The gentleness in his pupils contradicted the desperation found in all of the ministrastions he pulled so far.

"I know when we talked about it in the past, it always seemed like such a distant thing. But after seeing you today—how you doted on Henry? I can't help it, sweetheart." Spencer's fingers strayed towards your cheek, tracing an invisible line until his touch met your jaw. "I want to have a family with you, and I want it to happen sooner rather than later. You own my forever, angel. There's no doubt in my mind that you'll become as amazing a mother just as you are a person."

The admission rendered you speechless. Time arrived into a screeching halt where it stayed there for seemingly thousands of years. Spencer was assessing you with worry in the consequent silence, trying to solve the cipher in your countenance that could give him a clue to what you were thinking.

Just as he was about to call out your name, you lunged forward out of the blue, claiming his lips in an earth-shattering kiss.

The two of you molded into one another like a pair of fitted puzzle pieces. Fire was raging inside your chest when you pulled away, first telltale signs of arousal stirring in the pit of your stomach.

"I wanna have a baby with you, Spencer. Please, I love you so much."

Spencer groaned wholeheartedly at the confession before diving back to kiss you even more fervently than before. Amidst the roaming hands and pleasurable gasps, the two of you somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom you had shared together for the past couple of years. Shed clothes littered the entire path you trudged, and in the blink of an eye, you found yourself naked on the bed with Spencer hovering above you clad in only his boxers.

"You're so beautiful," Spencer mused before taking one of your nipples in his explorative mouth. You writhed in pleasure while his fingers toyed with your other breast, making sure that no inch of your beauty escaped his attention. "Can't wait to see these full of milk, sweetheart. You'd look so beautiful pregnant with my baby."

You could only mewl when Spencer's lips trailed further southward, peppering kisses beneath your navel, just a sliver to where you needed him the most.

"Spencer, please. Ah. Don't tease."

Your fiancé chuckled at the desperation he heard in your voice. If it were any other day, he would have taken the time to edge you even further for the next few hours. But Spencer could feel his boxers getting tighter by the minute, and not wanting to prolong it any further, he slid downward until he was met with the view of your glistening folds.

"Fuck. So wet and gorgeous. Wish you could see how pretty you look, angel."

The moment Spencer's mouth touched your most sensitive part, you were gone for. His tongue lapped your juices like he was a man lost in a dessert while you were his oasis. The moans fled your throat when his lips wrapped around your taut clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue until you thrashed around uncontrollably. He then used his left forearm to pin your torso down, while his other hand started prodding the entrance to your heat.

"Oh my god, Spencer—mmphh," you whined when two of Spencer's fingers were snugly sheathed inside of you, going in and out until the whole room was overpowered by the obscene sound of your squelching wetness.

"You're so wet, angel. Holy shit," Spencer marveled as he fixated onto the movements of his fingers inside of you, the digits shining from your arousal that coated them. "So warm and tight, too. This all for me?"

"For you, Spencer, only for—oh, only for you. Feels so, mmhh, so good."

Spencer knew you were getting close from how tightly your walls were gripping his fingers, along with the way you were grinding your hips against his hand as if trying to amplify the pleasure you were reeling from. But right before the coil in your belly snapped, Spencer promptly removed his hand from your heat, making you whimpered in protest from the loss of contact.

"Patience, angel," Spencer said, leaning down to give you a quick kiss. "I want to be inside you and feel you around me as you cum."

He made quick work in removing his boxers, revealing his erection that was already red and leaking pre-cum on the tip. Spencer hissed when he gave himself a few lazy tugs, aware of your burning stare as you watched him with a raging want.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Spencer asked, waiting for your nod before sliding his tip in. You moaned into his neck until the entire length of his cock was snugged inside, clutching Spencer for dear life as the man cursed against your cheek. "You feel so good around me. Fuck. You alright, angel?"

You could only nod meekly in response. "Need you to move, Spence. Please, move."

Spencer didn't need to be told twice. He drew his hips back until the only thing engulfed by your pulsating walls was his tip, before ramming back into you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs.

In no time at all, your fiancé was moving in and out of you vigorously. The lewd sound of skin against skin echoed within the four walls of your bedroom, fueling your desire until your whole being was consumed by everything Spencer. You swore you could almost feel every ridge and vein of Spencer's cock as it slid in and out of your weeping hole, but your hazy brain would argue that it was plainly your lust talking.

"Spencer." His name came out as a gasp as you felt the imminent climax rising higher and higher. "I'm so—ah, s-so close. Please, please, please, I need to—"

"I know, sweetheart. I know you are. Can feel you squeezing around me. Shit. Milking me so good, hm? Gonna milk me, angel? Gonna milk my cock dry?"

You couldn't think of any other reply to Spencer's crude words except to moan even louder.

"I'm close, too, sweetheart. Fuck. I love being inside you like this. 'M gonna cum so much, gonna have my seed so deep inside you until your womb is filled to the brim."

Your walls fluttered at the thought of being full of Spencer's cum, and this little knowledge didn't evade your fiancé's notice as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"You like that, huh? Like the thought of my cum in your womb? Can't wait until you're all big and round, sweetheart. You're gonna make such a beautiful mommy."

"Wanna be a mommy, Spencer, I wanna have your baby!"

"Yeah? You want that? Wanna be pregnant with my baby and make me a daddy? Have a part of me inside of you, huh? Shit. Can picture it now, sweetheart. You'll look so gorgeous pregnant. Most beautiful mommy in the world."

Spencer's hips stuttered slightly. The mental image of you pregnant and barefoot, walking around your shared home carrying his child was doing abominable things to every neuron in his brain. That thought alone, along with the way your pussy was getting tighter around him by the second, was inevitably going to push him over the edge.

Without ever abating his pace, Spencer's fingers reached down towards your clit and started rubbing as if there was no tomorrow. You let out a scream at the added sense of pleasure that Spencer's fingers sent to your belly.

"That's it, angel. Just let it go for me. Let go and I'll give you every drop of my cum."

Another powerful thrust, coupled with a delicious stimulation to your bundle of nerves, had you cumming around Spencer's cock like you had never been before. It was one of the most intense orgasms of your life, and you couldn't do anything but wail and moan as Spencer continued to move inside you through it all.

Mere seconds later, Spencer's own undoing crashed into him like a truck. You felt his cock throb before warmth flooded in, spurts of cum painting every inch of your walls until Spencer was sure there was nothing else to empty. He collapsed on top of you as soon as he was done pulling out, panting breaths and a satiated smile as he buried his face in the column of your neck.

"So—" you began once your breathing had evened out, "—we're doing this, huh?"

Spencer looked up at your face. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No. Definitely not. There's no one I'd rather do this with more than you, Spencer." You smiled, tucking a strand of your fiancé's overgrown curly hair behind his ear. "Although, I do have to say, I didn't expect you to be that type of guy."

"What type of guy?"

"The kind who gets territorial and borderline obsessed with the thought of impregnating their woman."

Your statement caused Spencer to laugh, crinkling eyes and head thrown back in a way that made your heart fall a little deeper for the man. You closed your eyes and sighed when his hand rose to cup your cheek.

"Can't help it, sweetheart. Any guy would be driven wild to have you as the mother of their child. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."

Spencer's proclamation was sealed with a kiss to your lips. It started out innocent enough before escalating in desperation with every minute that ticked by. Spencer swallowed all of your whimpers even when his hand started to meander downward, all the way past your abdomen, and right under your navel where your arousal was beginning to awaken once again.

At the first swipe of thumb on your clit, you gasped against his lips.

"Spence, what are you—"

"Sshh, we're far from finished, sweetheart. Didn't think I'd be done with you so quickly, did you?" Spencer smirked. "I'm gonna keep fucking you through the night, however long it takes, and fill you with loads after loads of my cum to make sure you are pregnant once this is all over. Now, you just lie back, angel. 'M gonna make you feel so fucking good."

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inkdrinkerworld · 8 months

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Hi! Love your blog. Its totally fine if you haven't/say no but have you ever thought about softdom! Spencer Reid having a lactation kink too? Like maybe he really enjoys it ever since you had the baby but also does it to help you out when youve already breastfed baby according to schedule, and they're too full and uncomfortable.

omg yes!! this is such a smart thought! cw: lactation!kink, mom!reader, dad!spence

spencer was nervous to bring it up first, especially when you had started overproducing.

you’d feed your baby, pump and bag milk and still be full.

it was more milk than either of you knew what to do with and spencer had read that breast milk is good for people of any ages.

“bug, can i try something?” he asks as he tucks your daughter into her cot beside your bed.

“try what spence?” you’re still full of milk and your breasts are a little hard as you press on them.

“i read that you can consume breast milk no matter how old you are and seeing that you’re overproducing i thought,” he runs a hand through his hair as his cheeks heat.

“i thought i could help.” he shrugs as he sits on the bed beside your thighs.

“if you think it’d help and if you’re not grossed out by it.” spencer’s eyes go wide.

“grossed out? i’m not grossed out by you. plus breast milk contains lots of lymphocytes that help with fighting infections.”

you chuckle and nod, “if you’re sure,” spencer is a thousand percent sure.

he lays in your lap, and tugs the straps of your nursing bra down. “you can’t have them both down,” you say sternly but spencer is already latching onto your exposed nipple. “spence,” you gasp, hand combing back his hair as he pulls milk. “feels good.”

he smiles around your nipple and his hand goes to your other exposed nipple and thumbs at it.

spencer times himself, ten minutes on one side and then he moves away. “did that help, darling?” milk is pooled at the corners of his mouth and his eyes have gone a little droopy.

your hand touches the top of your boob and you sigh as it feels soft and looks smaller than the other.

“yeah spence, thanks.” you say, already reaching for your pump to do the other side when spencer bats your hand.

“i wanna do the other side too.” he attaches to your other nipple before you can say anything else.

spencer spends a little longer on the other side, it takes more time to get the milk flowing. he understands why your daughter favours your other nipple.

“you’re an amazing husband, you know that?” you say as he pulls off and fixes the strap of your nursing bra.

spencer’s eyes are almost completely closed as he blushes. “you’re an amazing wife.” his words are slurred as he rolls over to his side of the bed. “they didn’t say that breast milk makes you lethargic in all those books.”

that makes you giggle softly as you slide down the bed and lay so your foreheads are touching. “i think that’s more to do with the suckling motion.”

your fingers brush his forehead and his hairline, watching his eyes flutter shut. “are you tired?” spencer asks and you smile.

this is your husband, the man who, even on the verge of sleep he wants to know if you are too. you’re positive if you tell him you’re wide awake he’d hold his eyes open till you were.

“yeah, if you give me a kiss first.” spencer puckers his lips and presses his lips to your jaw then your lips.

“i love you,” he slurs and you hum, tucking your face under his jaw.

“i love you too, spencer. get some sleep my love.”

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bsxcrxts · 3 months

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can we bring spencer up again i wanna talk about him. i wanna talk about his fingers and his hands and his fluffy hair and how much he loves being praised while he eats you out and loves getting his hair pulled and getting hickies and love bites in obvious places

yes yes yes yes YES we can always talk about Spencer I’m sorry for letting this sit so long!!

His hands. Jesus CHRIST his hands. I don’t even know how to accurately describe them but its like definitely one of the sexiest things about him to the point where I have a lowkey obsession with watching what he’s doing with his hands during cases. Like when he runs his fingers over a page while he’s reading.

And yeah oh my god that man needs/wants so much praise. For one it gets him off and two he likes being needed and wanted. He likes being called Professor Reid, not in a way that implies authority but in a way that reveres how smart he is. I think he accepts some praise super well and completely rejects other praise. Obviously he knows he’s smart so when you tell him that his response is more of a thank you but call him hot or sexy and he’s just like ?? Sometimes he doesn’t believe what you’re saying until you fuck him in front of a mirror and make him admit it 🤍🤍🤍🤍

I feel like Spencer is easily the most submissive man I write for I don’t think he has a dominant side at allll except sometimes I think he likes to flex how smart he is and try and take control for fun but he doesn’t want control he wants you to put him in his place. I think he likes to be pampered and loved up on and taken care of and marked all up and down his body. He fully panics when he has to figure out how to cover it up though (the scarf… the purple scarf… I’m just saying)

#spencer 🤍#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #minors dni #becca's bs #side note sorry if it’s too far but he’s the only man I write for that I can see having a mommy kink

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gublersg1rl · 17 days

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it’s not january anymore but here are things that we should bring back in 2024

kink shaming. people online think like kink shaming is the equivalent to being homophobic but if i think your kink is weird and stupid i’m going to tell you that i don’t care if it makes you feel bad. i will not be explaining further.

2014 fashion/aesthetic. i think i’m the perfect person to talk about this because since i’ve downloaded tumblr i have converted into a 2010s grunge tumblr girl and i have no regrets. filters are not cringe, you are just boring. bring back chokers and tights, i want to see it. if anyone wants a photo dump of my personal tumblrcore photos let me know.

cigarettes. i don’t smoke, but i’m tired of seeing vapes. i think they’re stupid. don’t be a pussy just light a cigarette. i don’t care about your strawberry punch with a hint of pineapple.

long hair spencer reid. if you don’t understand his greasy long jesus hair,,just leave the fandom there’s no room for you. i don’t like jesus hair slander, i think he’s was beautiful.

this is the end of my list for now, stay tuned for part 2.

#im half joking #ok well these takes r real but i’m joking #spencer reid #criminal minds #speaking my truth #mgg #matthew gray gubler #kink shaming #bring back 2014 #bring back kink shaming

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cemeterygirlrocks · 7 months

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NOT WHAT YOU THINK I AM —DR. SPENCER REID

Summary; The team is lead to believe that Spencer is the one in charge, and you don’t deny it. That is, until you’re both alone.

Contents; handjob (male receiving), dacryphilia, blackfem reader, sub!spencer, dom!reader, not much use of Y/n, workplace sex, cum eating, overstimulation.

“She always follows around you like some lost puppy, damn Y/n.” Morgan snickered, you knew he was just teasing, he knew better than to be serious.

You didn’t even realize,

Spencer would always help you with stuff. Your work, when sauce would make its way outside your mouth, even fix your hair for you.

You didn’t realize how under his control you looked, never crossed your mind. Both Spencer and you knew who was in charge, and he didn’t stray far from that in the bedroom.

You looked at him like he was God, but you never noticed. You’ve always stared at him like that.

So when Spence started acting more dominant in the workplace it didn’t bother you not one bit, even the teasing from Morgan.

It was pretty normal, normal things he’d do in public also.

He would lead you places, sometimes have the last say. Feed you, pull you onto his lap.

Only when Hotch wasn’t looking.

When rumours popped up saying Spencer was in charge of you, telling you what to do, how to act. Even going so far as to saying what he told you to do you did, no questions asked.

It was somewhat true, but it was only because you loved him. Of course you would do what he said, and so would he to you.

The shock you went through when you found out your sweet Spencer was the one spreading those terrible rumours.

When girls came up to you it started to become a problem. Telling you how lucky you were that Spencer was yours, how good he must be in bed.

He wouldn’t even lay a hand on you with your permission. It only made your anger grow when Morgan and Garcia joined in with the teasing.

You stared at him from your desk, watching him scribble down words you didn’t care about. Your blood was boiling, you were so mad inside but you looked so sweet on the outside.

Your pouty lips, skin glistening. It was truly a sight to see.

Spencer knew you were looking at him, he could feel your stare. That same stare that made him shiver.

You never acted dominant at work. You were soft and caring, never even rolled your eyes. It wasn’t like you weren’t soft and caring at home, but you never let bedroom you and work you mix.

Your Christian Louboutins clicked on the ground as you jumped off your desk, making your way towards your baby.

A black skirt molded around your body, a black blouse holding up your pretty titties to match with two buttons undone.

Once you got to his desk you could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

Boohoo.

Lowering yourself down towards his ear, “Spence?” You whispered, a smirk falling onto your face.

He nodded, wrong answer.

“You know I like words. You don’t wanna disappoint me, right pumpkin?” His head falling into his hands made you giggle.

His heart was racing, just like how it did every time you guys went home.

Holding your warm, soft hand out towards him you smiled softly, “C‘ mon baby, gotta talk to you.”

The man gulped, looking up at you with his big puppy dog eyes. You knew he was trying to apologize, knowing exactly what he did wrong.

Emily was watching, and noticed Spencer’s sudden change. She knew something was up.

Shaking your head you kept your hand out, your eyes glaring at him, “Don’t keep me waiting Spencer. Let’s go.”

He listened, he always did. So when he grabbed your hand his stomach caved in when you tightly squeezed it, making him follow you where ever you were taking him.

When you guys were out of view from the team he started speaking quietly, like someone was gonna somehow hear him.

“Is something wrong Y/n? You can talk to me.”

Rolling your eyes, you peeked into a room that wasn’t occupied, it was dark, with the window slightly open showing a hint of light.

This was it.

Pulling him into the room, you shut it and made sure not to lock it.

“Sit.” He looked at the chair than back at you, confused.

He was right to be confused, he knew you didn’t mix home with work.

Putting a hand on your hip you kissed your teeth, “Do I have to say daddy for you to listen?” Stepping closer to him you internally grinned when he took a step back.

He was trying to hold in his whines, clearly wasn’t doing good enough because you heard him.

“Please daddy? Sit down?” You laughed, running your hands through your long, soft hair.

“Stop.” He mumbled. Frowning, you tugged on his tie, “Hm? I can’t hear you. Daddy can you speak up?”

He was psychically in pain, he knew he shouldn’t have spread those things. It was a matter of time before you found out.

“Is that how you want me to act Spence? The way I am right now isn’t good for you?” His eyes widened and he shook his head quickly.

“No! N-no. I like the way you act. I love it, please? M’sorry.”

You tsked, pouting. Pushing him down into the chair you thought about what to do with him.

“Are you satisfied? I can go now?” You shook your head smiling brightly.

“Take off your clothes Spencer.” He raised his brows, heat raising to his cheeks.

“Hu—Did I stutter? Clothes off, now. Keep the tie, hurry don’t make me bored.”

He shot up, pulling off his sweater before unbuttoning his shirt. He kept looking at you, a whine escaping his lips when he saw how annoyed you looked of him.

Made him so sad, now he just wanted to please you. Whatever you wanted him to do he’d do it.

No questions asked.

When he unbuttoned his pants and let them flood around his feet the man looked up at you for approval, you didn’t give it.

So he slid off his boxers, his hard on slapping against his pale stomach.

“Hmph, alright.” You looked uninterested, something he hated so bad.

“Please, I’m sorry,” You motioned for him to sit down, and he did, “Don’t matter now, want you want me to do now daddy?”

“No, please no,” Tilting your head you bit down on your plump, juicy lips, “What? You want me to sit down instead? Have you hurt me?”

Spence sniffled, he could feel the tears coming, “I want you to touch me, you can hurt me a-all you want. I’m yours.”

“Seemed like the other way around.”

Your hands crept down to his cock, squeezing the base. A yelp left his lips and you quickly covered it with your hand.

Something about him being completely naked and you all the way dressed made him twitch. Anything you did could make him cum, that’s one of the reasons you had to do multiple rounds with him.

Taking his pre cum and spreading it all over his member, you began making your pace. Starting soft from the base, you squeezed and turned once you got to the tip, his breath shaky and his hips stuttering.

“Shh, you want the whole team in here pumpkin? Have them see you looking like a slut, after you ran your mouth?” His big eyes locked with yours, you could see them fill with his salty tears.

When he blinked, you felt the wetness on your hand.

“Crying isn’t getting you out of this. All because you just had to be dumb, why Spence? I hate treating you bad, but you’re always in need of a punishment.”

Your hand fell from his mouth to his neck, gripping it tightly while pressing hard kisses and bites to his neck. He was so pale they were gonna be marks very soon, and he knew you didn’t care.

“I should find another boy, somebody who won’t be so bad. You think so?”

You were gonna do what you wanted, when you wanted.

“Hah.. fuck. No please, m’sorry, y-you know I’m sorry. I can.. can prove it to you. J..just let me.”

“Boohoo, if you don’t cum right now I’m gonna leave you here and take your clothes. You want that baby? Have them see how weird and sick you are?” You went faster, smirking when his chest fell closer to you, his forehead sweating.

You pulled him to your face by his tie, his tongue was at the side of his mouth, licking his dry lips. “Dr Spencer Reid the genius is a freaky pervert who likes to jerk off in the office.”

He couldn’t help but cry, you were always serious. You would ruin his career, and you both knew it.

All he could was apologize, mumbling incoherent apologizes while trying to keep his eyes open.

“Whose in charge?” Your hand wasn’t slowing down and he could feel the knot form, he needed to let go.

“Y-You.. fuck it’s you, pleaseee.” His voice was raspy and he knew he was about to come, you did too. That’s why you only started to focus on the tip.

He tried kissing you to mask his moans but you rolled your eyes, moving your face away from him. Spence had no other choice but to bite down on his bottom lip to hide it, it hurt so bad but he couldn’t make a sound.

His stomach clenched before he hurled towards you, breathing heavy through his nose trying to contain himself. You smiled to yourself, watching it flow out.

“Mhm, so much cum baby. Making me so proud. You know what?”

Stopping for a second, you let him look up at you, asking you to go on.

“I think.. you can do another one.” You scoffed when you heard him whimper. He couldn’t take it.

“Can.. can I just, just prove it to you. Let me touch you, can make you feel s’good. You know I can.”

While looking at him in disgust, you started your movements again. This time when he bit down on his lip, he drew blood.

It only excited you.

“What makes you think I even want you touch me? Don’t make me mad. Sluts don’t touch, you got it?”

“I-I, I’m gonna cum.” He didn’t respond to your statement but you didn’t care, your eyes watching the blood dripping his bottom lip.

“So soon? I think you can hold it pumpkin. Or else we’re just gonna have to another round?”

He nodded slowly, his head turning into the mush, “Aww, is the genius just a little whore now? Can’t speak, can’t even keep his pretty little eyes open.”

Trying his best to keep his eyes open, he looked up at you. Dried tears along with the new ones, bloody pink lips, hot red cheeks.

He looked to die. So cute, your dumb little slut.

“I can cum? Oh please let me cum.” You thought about it for a second, speeding up your movements while doing so. He choked on a moan, rolling his eyes back as your hand only focused on his burning hot tip.

“P-pleasee.. I’m so—fuck! Momma please, fuck please. I cant.. You know I-I can’t take it.”

“Please, yes you can. Don’t tell me what I know. I’ll count to 10, then you can cum, mkay?”

He desperately shook his head, he wasn’t gonna last. His legs were shaking, and he couldn’t keep his eyes from rolling back.

“One.” You twisted and turned, the gross sound of you twisting and his gasps the only thing you could hear in the room.

“Six.” He was so close, so close he could feel it.

The man was looking at you the entire time, he wouldn’t take it eyes off you even if he couldn’t keep them open.

“Nine.” He was waiting for you to say ten but you wouldn’t. Spence couldn’t help but beg, but still you didn’t open your mouth.

It truly was funny to you, you liked the way he looked a mess. “Ten.” You mumbled annoyingly.

You didn’t want it to end, who would? “H-holy… mmfuck!” You covered his mouth once again as he let loose, he shot so much out it surprised you.

He shuddered every time you rubbed him up and down. His eyes were bloodshot red, hair all messed up and the tears looking so pretty, stained on his face.

You took his cum into your hand, coating them on your fingers you pushed them into his mouth. You had a strong grip on his hair, your manicured nails scratching scalp.

It made you giggle when his eyes shot open, he still was a good boy, making sure to clean your fingers dry.

“Good boy.” He had a dopey grin on his face, looking up at you in awe. You repeated his action, til he was all clean.

Pressing a deep kiss onto his lips it took him back, he couldn’t catch up. He was so tired, the man wouldn’t last at work.

You tasted the blood on your lips, making him wince while you moaned into the kiss. Still having a strong grip on him you tugged his head back so you could make dark marks on his neck and chest.

He couldn’t fight, he was too into it.

You stepped back, looking at what you did. “Hmph, what am I gonna do with you.”

By the time you got him all dressed again, and looking somewhat presentable the work day was basically over.

The clicking of your heels made the team turn towards you with their brows raised.

“Spence isn’t feeling so well, he’s all hot and not doing so good. I’m gonna take him home, bye guys!”

Morgan and Rossi eyed each other, then turned towards Spencer.

They couldn’t tell what he looked like, but JJ and Emily were smiling to each other in the back.

“Be good!” Emily called out, shrugging when Morgan looked at her strangely.

Xoxo, liah

#black!fem!reader #dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #black fem reader #black reader #black!reader #blackfem!reader #pain kink #dacryphilia #sub spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x black reader #sub!spencer reid #sub!reid #sub!spencer

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0anonnymouslyours0 · 1 year

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helping hand - spencer reid

w; suggestiveness , handjob and blowjob ;) , dirty talk , dom-sub dynamics? , sir kink (!!!) teacher!student relationship ( readers of age , no gross age gap )

your fingers slipped clumsily through his hair, as your hips frantically pressed against his.

"this is so, so wrong." he mumbled, briefly breaking the kiss.

"it's not wrong if i wanted it too." you replied, kissing him again.

your lips trailed down his neck, nipping at the skin.

"don't leave any marks, p-please." he whimpered under your touch.

"don't you want you colleges to know what your doing to me, with me? i mean having sex with your own student? in the classroom?"

professor. reid moaned loudly at your words, and you grinned up at him. you hand slipped down his chest to his slacks, pulling it his waistband and letting it snap back. your hand fell down, cupping his bulge through his pants.

"someone's excited, aren't you sir?"

the title slipped through your lips with ease, and spencers hips bucked into you hand.

"you like being called sir, huh?"

"y-yes."

"would you like me to help you out, with your little problem, sir?"

"please.."

you smiled obligingly, kneeling down in front of him. your hands worked quickly at his belt, pulling it off. soon his pants were falling to his ankles, revealing plaid boxers.

you stood up, kissing him once again.

"please, please just touch me."

"so needy baby."

you slipped your hand under his boxers, squeezing him lightly. a groan left his mouth, his hand coming up to tug at your hair.

you pulled his boxers down, revealing his dick. you trailed a finger down to his tip, spreading the beads of pre-cum around. you began to work his shaft, kissing him once again. he groans into your mouth, biting one of your lips. a moan leaves you, as you break the kiss. spencers brown eyes are wild, pupils blown and filled with lust.

"jesus, doing so well for me." he said shakily.

"thank you sir."

his head was thrown back, as he began shaking lightly.

"m'so close, keep going angel."

without a word you got to your knees, wrapping your lips around him. a gasp left his mouth, and he looked down it you, wide-eyed. you bobbed your head up and down, content and helping him reach his climax.

"your so, so good for me. so close.." he mumbled.

"can i cum in your mouth?"

you tapped his bare thigh twice, signalling a yes. he finished with a loud moan, thighs shaking. you stood up from your position, a small dribble of cum leaking from the side of your mouth. you leaned up to kiss him, exchanging the fluid. as you broke the kiss, you grinned at him sheepishly.

"my turn, sir?"

thx for the love on my last posts!! <3

#professor reid #professor spencer reid #professor spencer reid smut #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #criminal minds smut #criminal minds #smut #sir kink #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader

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cmkinkbingo2024 · 4 days

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It’s time to get kinky! Welcome to Criminal Minds Kink Bingo 2024.

The goal of a bingo challenge is to get a bingo on your card, either by crossing out one line, two lines, or a blackout (full card) by creating fanworks for the prompts randomly provided on the card.

This could be a written piece of a minimum 500 words, a piece of finished art, or another kind of fanwork of your choosing.

Please note that this challenge and blog is for people 18+ only.

Timelines/Deadlines

Until sign ups open, we are accepting kink nominations to be included as options via our ask box. We have a list already, but we will add to it if something is missing.

Sign ups start on May 1st 2024 and will be open until May 15th.

Individual cards will be issued by May 22nd, and the event officially starts on May 26th (you can start creating as soon as you receive your bingo card).

As soon as the event starts on May 26th, you can post fanworks whenever they’re created, in whatever place you prefer. You can tag your fills, bingo updates or WIPs with #cmkinkbingo2024 on tumblr. We also have a collection on AO3 for your works here.

You have until June 23rd 2024 to complete your bingos!

How Bingo Works

Lines can be made by crossing out squares in any direction - horizontal, vertical, or diagonal. To cross out a square, use the prompt on it to create and post a fanwork.

You will choose from a large list of potential prompts, marking the ones you would be happy to have generated on a 5x5 square bingo card. This will also allow you to exclude prompts you would not be happy to have to create for.

While that does mean you could create the perfect bingo card, we encourage you to select upwards of 25 prompts, to allow for some randomness in the challenge.

Every card will have a free space in the middle, where you have the option to choose a prompt yourself.

You can request additional bingo cards if you complete a line, 2 lines or a full house and want to try for a second win!

Rules/Guidelines

No plagiarism, art theft or AI generated content will be tolerated in works for this challenge. Participants/works will be excluded at our discretion in these circumstances.

You can post your fanworks wherever you prefer.

Just like kinks are not always sexual, works do not have to be explicit to be entered. As long as it relates to the prompt, SFW content is entirely allowed.

Some of the kinks utilized in this challenge will fall under “real world” kinks, and others under things considered a kink in the context of fanwork creation.

You are responsible for how much you stick to the spirit of the challenge - ultimately this is meant to be fun, and to spur people to be creative, and create content for a fandom we love!

Safety/Your Kink Is Not My Kink

Some of the kinks listed may indicate extreme, upsetting, triggering content, or content you personally find immoral, or that “squicks” you. You are ultimately responsible for the content you consume - if something is not for you, scroll past and/or use the necessary blocking/muting features to exclude this content from your feed.

Please make sure to tag and rate all works appropriately for their content, such as using Archive of Our Own’s warning, rating and tag system, or tumblr’s ‘read more’ function.

You can add any fills posted on Archive of Our Own to the collection here.

Please check out the Frequently Asked Questions, or send us an ask if you have another question!

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