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can i request a sort of part 2 to “inexperienced” where spencer gives reader head for the first time pls

Semi-Experienced (pt 2 to 'inexperienced') (sub!spencer blurb)

Summary: Spencer gives reader oral for the first

CW: oral sex (female recieving), innocent Spencer, sub!spencer, soft!dom!reader, kissing/making out lol, face-sitting, virgin!spencer, overstimulation (reader), coming in pants

An: Hello! i may do a part three where spence loses his virginity so lmk if you would like to see that! Thank you so so much for your request!! i hope you enjoy! <3

AN2: and yes, i didn’t check for errors because i am being super lazy rn lol. i promise i will start to check for them soon <3

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Reader's POV:

It started out just like before; me, straddling Spencer's thigh, our mouths melded together and tongues massaging around and against each other. Spencer whimpering and whining and rutting his hips up to meet mine as I hummed in pleasure against his lips. 

His hands danced so fervently across my body, that it almost seemed like he had down five energy drinks before I made it to his dormroom. 

I pulled away, and he whimpered, trying to chase after my lips. I giggled, giving him a soft peck before asking, “Are you okay, baby?”

Spencer pressed his head to my chest, peppering light kisses as I combed my fingers through his hair. 

“Yes, of course!” he squeaked, and I narrowed my eyes at the wall in front of me, pulling him up by his hair. He gasped lightly, pulling me impossibly closer to him by my waist. 

“Spencer,” My voice was a soft warning, and his eyes averted from mine--his fingers drawing small patterns on my back. 

“Look at me.” 

I cupped his chin and pulled his face up to force him to look at me in the eyes. 

He turned a bright shade of red, swallowing thickly. “I-I want.. I want to-- Uhm-” 

I looked at him expectantly, giving him a light kiss on the lips as a sign of encouragment. 

“What do you want, baby?” I asked softly, combing my fingers through his hair. 

“I just--I was w-wonderig if you would, uhm--IfIcouldmakeyoucome?” 

He rushed the last sentence out in a flurry, his chest heaving slightly. 

I smiled softly, not wanting to make him more nervous by asking him to repeat his question at a slower pace. 

I loved when he rambled..but I knew how intimidating this sort of thing could be. So, I leaned forward and kissed him slowly, running my fingers up and down the small expanse of the nape of his neck. 

“You want to make me come?” I kissed him again, and he nodded, placing his hands on either side of my face. He peppered my lips with small and soft kisses, then slow and sensual ones.

“O-Only if you want to. Just--I keep thinking about the night when y-you--uhm--made me feel good and I can’t stop thinking about making you feel good and now evertime I look at you I think of how you m-might taste.” 

I felt my face get warm at his admittance and Spencer sort of blushed along with me.

Still, I held his face in my hands. “You know you don’t owe me for anything, right? I wanted to.. please you the other night. You don’t need to do this if you don’t want--” 

“Ireallyreallywanna!” he interrupted, clearing his throat before muttering a quick sorry at interrupting. 

I giggled, kissing him softly. 

“Can--can I? Uhm-- y’know?” Spencer whispered, pulling away slightly. 

“Yes,” I breathed, pulling him back in for a plethora of soft, slow, and passionate kisses. 

“Uhm,” I kissed his lips, “Can I try something?” I kissed him again, nodding. 

Spencer laid down and pulled me ontop of him, hesitantly placing his hands on my ass and urging me to crawl up his body. 

My breath hitched as I realized that he wanted me to sit on his face. 

“Spence--are you sure you want me to-?” 

I was worried I would suffocate the poor boy.

“Please, Y/n. I want you to sit on my face--I-I’ve been thinking about it for forever,” He whined, but quickly followed up with, “But if you aren’t comfortable with it we can always do something else!” 

“Spence, I do..Believe me, I really do I just don’t want you to like--stop breathing,” I joked, but Spencer only whined, holding me by my hips. 

“I don’t care if I stop breathing,” he huffed, his fingers digging into the soft skin of my thighs. “That’d be the best way to die.”

I giggled, but the sound soon turned into a soft moan as he rubbed at my clothed clit.

Thankfully, I was already stripped down to my cotton panties. 

“Th-thank you for letting me do this! I’ve been thinking about this for so long, Y/n. So long,” he whimpered, dragging his thumb up my wet cunt through my underwear. 

I whined, grinding myself against his palm as he moaned. 

“Please, baby.” I whined, and that beg must’ve flipped a switch in Spencer’s brain as he tugged my panties to the side, gasping at how slick I was. 

“G-God, you--you’re so, uhm, lubricated.” he sputtered, his eyes wide and a blush rising to his cheeks. 

I laughed softly at his word choice as I looked down at him, taking his glasses off of his face as to not break them. 

I set them on the side of the bed, almost collapsing when Spencer seperated my folds with his fingers, craning his neck up a bit to nip at my clit and give it a soft kiss. 

“Spence, please,”

Spencer looked up at me again for reassurance, his eyes so dark and full of lust that I almost came just from that alone. 

He used his hands to grapple onto my ass as a means to push me onto his face, and I bit my bottom lip down to keep from screaming. 

Spencer licked up my pussy, humming in content and digging his fingers into my skin. 

He pushed me down as incredibly close until my cunt was pushed against his soft lips, Spencer’s tongue working circles around my clit and laying sloppy kisses everywhere else. 

The lewd, wet sounds that reverberated through the room made butterflies erupt in my belly as I moaned, curses flying from my lips as I held onto the headboard in front of me. 

He worked me to my finishing point, and I came with a shudder and a shout, grinding my hips on his face. 

When I went to pull away, he whined against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout my body.

He kept eating me out, his arms wrapping around my waist as he held me closer to his face. 

I whined with slight overstimulation, his tongue thrusting in and out of me as he moaned against me, his eyes closed in pure enjoyment. 

A crackly moan left my lips as I came again, tugging on his soft hair, riding out my orgasm. 

He lapped up my release with no hesitancy, moaning and whimpering against me. 

Not once did he stop, still holding tightly onto my thighs as I moaned, trying my best not to fall forward on his headboard as my eyes rolled back in my head.

His tongue never stopped against me, and he ate me out with so much power I was sure that I would be falling asleep quickly that night. 

“Sp-Spence!” I whined, falling back on the bed.

Spencer moved down to where I was lying on the bed, pulled my legs apart (I offered no reluctancy) and attached his lips to my cunt. I squeezed my thighs around his head as I came again, my fingers tugging and combing through his hair. 

He ran his tumb against my clit again, his other hand cupping the back of my thigh.

My pussy was still throbbing, and everything felt so so good. 

The sight of him with his hair messy, his cheeks red and his lips kiss-bruised made me want to ride his face again, but I was far too tired to hold myself up. 

Spencer sat up, my release and his spit glazed on his lips and chin.

I tried to calm my breathing, and Spencer began to apologize profusely. 

“I-I didn’t mean to--I’m so sorry, Y/n.” 

He looked as though he might cry, and I immediately reassured him with solace. 

“Spence, it’s okay,” I said softly, kissing him. “I loved it! You did such a good job, love.” 

Spencer looked at me through anxious eyes, and I kissed his forehead. 

“I did good?” he whispered, clinging onto my body as he peppered light kisses on my skin.

“You did amazing.” 

Spencer blushed, looking up at me and nuzzling into the palm of my hand. 

“Can I do it again?” he asked, and I laughed, kissing his nose and urging his mouth back down to my pussy. 

He ate me out for another 40 minutes before falling asleep against my inner thigh, his lips still stuck in a sort of pout as he lazily kissed my skin.

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Dozed Off (softdom!spencer) (blurb)

Summary: A night in with reader and spencer <3

Category: Fluffy Smut

CW: penetrative sex, cockwarming, unprotected sex, lots of fluff and kisses, praise, innocence kink, daddy kink, pet names for reader (bunny, princess, sweetheart..)

AN: lmk if i missed any warnings!! enjoy! and no.. i didn’t check for errors im exhausted lol :D <3

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She had been wanting his attention all evening. Finally, she had gotten it. 

He was sitting at his desk, his finger tracing down the column of the new book that he had purchased. She came into the room,wearing only a soft-cream- floral tanktop with a bit of lace on the neckline and a matching pair of delicate panties that sat perfectly on her hips. He didn’t seem to notice her at first--or rather, he did, but wanted to keep her guessing. She walked quietly over to him, her hands clasped together behind her back and her cunt throbbing in her panties for attention. 

She just wanted him. 

“Spence?” she called quietly, and he looked up at her through warm, dark, and lust-filled eyes that made her heart skip a beat. “C-can I sit on your lap, please?” 

He could feel himself getting rather.. worked up as she looked down at him with wide and innocent, doe-eyes. 

Spencer only smiled softly and nodded, having another trick up his sleeve. 

She must have gotten the wrong impression as she climbed onto his lap, kissing him softly. 

“Love?” he whispered, gently cupping her chin with his warm hand. “I want you to sit on my lap.” 

Her eyebrows furrowed together before she realized what he meant, blushing deeply. 

“O-Okay,” she said, her voice quivering. 

“Unless..you don’t want to. Because you could always just sit on my lap like normal. I could read to you, in fact.” 

“N-no! I want to.” She smiled bashfully, straddling one of his thighs. He beamed back, wrapping his hand gently around her throat so their mouths could join together in passionate kisses. 

As they kissed, she took his belt off, unzipped his pants, and took his hardened cock out of its confinements in Spencer’s boxers. 

Spencer and Y/n looked at each other with much care as he held her hips, pulling her towards him, pushing her panties aside, and dragging her wet folds against the tip of his cock as she shook gently. 

She gripped onto his shoulders as he pushed her hips down so his cock was buried to the hilt inside of her pussy, and she whimpered, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck as he fought fucking up into her. 

She began to move before he stopped her. 

“Good girls don’t move until they get told to..You know this, Bunny.” he whispered, and she sat up, tears brimming her eyes. 

“M’sorry, Daddy.” she whined, and he only bit his bottom lip, pulling her back into his arms once more. 

“Keep my cock warm and maybe I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart.”

She nodded against him, and he ran his hands up and down her back, kissing her neck gently and whispering small I love you’s.

He gave her the gentlest, slow and soft pets in her hair, down her back, and around her waist; her arms wrapped around him as her cunt would flutter around his cock every once in a while. 

He whispered softly, “You’re doing so good for me, love, so good.” 

Spencer could feel his beautiful girlfriend beginning to doze off, her breathing soft and careful as he rubbed her ass with one of his hands, sliding his hand underneath her pajama shirt and kissing and nipping at her shoulder. 

She was so safe and warm. 

So relaxed and full, pleasantly stretched open and stuffed delightfully.

Once he was sure she was drifting between being asleep and being awake, he decided to test his theory as to how close he could get her without waking her up. 

Still, he was very soft and slow and light as he took his time, running his hands up her thighs and then swiping his thumb along her puffy clit, then barely rubbing it for just a moment before moving on. 

Spencer was obviously having a very difficult time with not fucking up into her, but he managed. 

He rubbed her clit again, tight circles this time..and almost immediately, he could feel her soaking and warm cunt envelope his cock and squeeze him so deliciously. 

She gasps in his ear as he thrusts slow and deep inside of her, not stopping his thumb’s movement on the bundle of nerves at her center. 

Confused gasps leave her lips as she pulls back a bit to look him in the eyes as he fucks up into her, her breasts bouncing everytime she slaps his skin with hers. 

“Spencie, i feel tingle-y an’--” her voice is cut off with a shaky moan as he leans forward and kisses her neck. 

“Don’t worry, princess,” he kisses her lips softly. “M’gonna help you, okay?” 

She nods, her bottom lip puffed out and red, and he pulls down the straps of her tanktop, her nipples hard and puckered, goosebumps rippling across her flesh as he stands up with her still attached to him and sits her on his desk.

Dragging his thumb across her nipple, he tugs at it a little bit, watching her squirm. 

He begins to fuck her, her breasts bouncing and her hands clutching his bicep as he practically bruises the skin on her hips with his incessant thrusts as he continuously bottoms out inside of her, enjoying the way she whimpers and gasps. 

“Daddy!” she cries, falling back onto the desk, thankfully her head falls on Spencer’s hand as he cups her head, leaning down and feeling her cunt grasp greedily at his cock. 

“Shh, you’re alright,” he whispers, kissing her neck as she begins to come, “You’re safe, just breathe, Bunny.” 

“M’coming, Spence,” she mewls, her eyes rolling back in her head as he fucks her brutally. He can feel himself coming to an end as well. 

“Fuck-me too, Bunny. Come with me, Y/n..You’re doing so good for me, love.” 

She does, tugging at his hair as books from the desk and paperwork fall onto the floor but he is too blissed-out to care. 

His thrusts falter as he fucks his cum deep inside of her, sucking on her nipple as she moans one last time. 

Once they both finish, she smiles softly, and he mirrors her expression, kissing her. 

This.

This is bliss.

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

can u write smth where reader makes sub spence watch while she uses toys on herself (wand and dildo?) but hes not allowed to touch himself or her

Sit Still (sub!spencer blurb)

Summary: Spencer's been a brat recently..teasing Y/n. She decides to show him how much he will regret being bad.

CW: masturbation, use of dildo, degredation kink, cumming without contact (spencer), spencer cries, dom!reader, voyeurism, mommy kink

Category: Smut

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

AN: lmk if i missed any warnings! thank you so so much for your request!! i hope you enjoy! it's a shorty!<3

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He'd been a brat recently.

Teasing Y/n at work, making her all flustered.

They liked doing that.

Making each other nervous..beginning to sputter.

But after a long day, she had had enough of his attitude.

Restraining him in a chair with one of his ties wrapped around his wrists, she left him to go lie on the bed, taking her long sleeve shirt and short pencil skirt off so she was just in her white panties and a matching bra.

Spencer loved when she wore white.

He loved how it starkly contrasted with her dominant attitude. It made her look so innocent when in reality she was far from it.

And he ate that shit up.

"P-please, mommy, p-please, I'm so sorry! I- I--" he could barely speak as he squirmed in the chair, his erection tapping his lower belly.

The head of his cock was red and irritated; beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip. He was painfully hard..and she loved how desperate he was becoming.

Similar to how his pre-cum was falling down his length, his eyes were collecting tears as they slipped past his cheek.

He wanted her so bad, and he was so needy.

"Shut up." she commanded, taking a purple dildo out of the little 'toy chest' they had accumulated over the years.

He whimpered, sniffling slightly.

"Safeword?" she asked softly, walking over to him and kissing his lips tenderly.

"S'green," he smiled lazily through his tears, and she couldn't help but wipe them away. His hips bucked up at her touch, and she only giggled slightly as she made her way back to the bed.

Spreading her legs, she looked over at him, pulling her panties to the side and parting her folds with the rubber object.

"I-I'll be good! Please! I'll make you feel so amazing--I-I promise," he squeaked through a rush of air, and she relished in the sound of his desperate craving.

She knew that he would always feel better than some toy..but she loved punishing him.. and he loved being punished.

She ignored him, a small whimper falling from her lips as she teased her entrance with the toy.

Pushing the toy inside of her, she moaned.. maybe a little more pornographic than usual just to play with Spencer some more.

She began to fuck herself with the toy, her legs clenching around the object as small curses fell from her lips.

"Y'know," she breathed, rutting her hips down to meet with the firm thrusts of the dildo. She massaged her breast with her free hand as she pulled her bra down her chest. "This feels so much better than you. I don't even need you anymore." she lied, loving the way Spencer's glasses were fogged over from his heavy breathing.

"D-don't say that," he whined, biting his lower lip so hard that she was concerned that he would draw blood. "I---I could make you feel way better than that."

She only giggled, before her laugh turned into a long moan as she teetered off the edge of her release.

"You're right," she pouted, rubbing her clit with her other hand as she fucked the toy harder into her..it was no where near as amazing as Spencer. "I just love you too much."

Spencer sniffled as he cried softly, begging for him to fuck her.

It was too late.

Bouncing the plastic cock in and out of her, she came on the plastic.

"Ah! Huh-uh!" she groaned softly, slowing the thrusts and looking Spencer in the eye as she finished cumming.

Her legs shook as she finished, then hopped off the bed, realizing the mess her dear boyfriend had made on his tummy.

His cock was almost soft, and Spencer panted softly.

"I-I'm sorry, mommy! I couldn't help it--I-"

She cut him off with a soft, slow kiss.

He hummed against her lips.

"You did such a good job, let's get you all cleaned up, mkay?" she combed her fingers through his slicked hair as he nodded quickly, whining when she took the restraints off and rubbed his wrists.

Once Spencer was out of his restraints, he kissed her again, their lips tingling.

"First," he murmured against her lips. "I wanna show you how much better I can make you feel than some dumb toy."

She yelped when he pushed her on the bed.

Let's just say..he had nothing to worry about in terms of getting replaced by a purple dildo.

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

New ‘Do

Summary: Reader has a sort of fettish for Spencer's new haircut, and Spencer then explains to the team and reader how he could tell.

CW: talk of hair fettish (obvi lol), describing sexual things, kissing, talk of sex, hair-pulling

AN: hey guys!! So I know this is my second blurby one shot in a row, but idc lol im lazy. i hope you enjoyyy <33

Reader's POV:

Spencer Reid and his hair will officially be the death of me.

Something about the way he styled it always got to me.

During our various sexual encounters, I would always tug his head back with his hair. And of course, he fucking loved it, which only fueled my..fettish for his hair even further.

That's why when he said that he was going to chop off his chestnut locks, I couldn't help but protest.

"But Spencer! I love your long hair!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air dramatically as he chuckled, walking into the kitchen of our apartment to grab a water bottle. He had just told me the news, and I felt like a part of me was going to go missing. I don't care how dramatic I sounded.. It was the truth and only the truth.

"Y/n, I'm just chopping off a few inches! It's gone on to be too long since my last cut.. I look like a nerdy Jesus." he said, opening his water bottle as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

I walked closer to him, running my fingers through his hair as he took a sip from his water. I looked at his beautiful locks as though they had hypnotized me. "But it's so pretty...I love it. I love to tug on it! Spence, how am I supposed to play with it?" I whined, and Spencer sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he put his hands on my waist.

"Baby, I promise you'll be able to play with my hair once I get it cut. I just need it out of my face for work."

"Then put it in a little bun!" I squeaked, my hands still tangled in his curls. Truthfully, I knew what I was doing was childish, but something about his longer hair made my whole body light into a beautiful flame.

Spencer rolled his eyes jokingly, pulling me to him for a heated kiss to nicely say, shut up. After a moment, he pulled away, leaning his forehead on mine before kissing the tip of my nose.

"I'm getting it cut tomorrow. End of story. So say goodbye to my 'Jesus Reid' haircut," he said, cupping my jaw with his right hand, as he ran his thumb gently along my lips. I sighed in defeat, tugging on Spencer's hair slightly as a whine slipped past his lips.

That's when I got an idea.

I tugged his head all the way back, littering kisses on his neck and sucking on the soft tissue of his skin lightly. Spencer whimpered softly, the sound and his hair woven between my fingers making fire burn course through my veins.

"Aren't you gonna miss me yanking on it?" I asked innocently, showing off my best puppy eyes before I kissed the column of his throat.

"You'll be able to yank on my new hair." he stated simply, gripping my hips with more power.

"But it won't be the same!" I groaned, throwing my arms loosely around his neck. Spencer laughed once more at my dramatics.

"Y/n, I'm getting my haircut tomorrow. There's nothing you can do about it! Now, we have the whole night ahead of us, and if you want to get one last yank on my hair, I suggest we begin now." he said smugly, and I giggled bashfully; following Spencer to the bedroom to begin our fun 'adventures'.

Let's just say: he and I didn't get much sleep that night.

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The next morning, I awoke to Spencer shutting our apartment door as quietly as possible.

That's when it hit me.

He got his haircut!

I hopped out of bed, rushing into the living room to find Spencer. His beautiful hair had obviously been cut a few inches shorter, giving him a sort of prince look.

And I swear to all things holy, my heart stopped beating.

OH.

MY.

GOD.

I felt heat flood throughout my body as he turned around, his hair sort of messy-- although extremely charming.

I walked up to him, running my fingers through it as he laughed.

"Well good morning to you too." he greeted, planting his hands on my waist before asking me a quick, "How do you like it? I think I'll change it soon but it's good enough for now."

"No!" I squeaked, feeling my cheeks warm up as I pulled him to me, kissing his lips fervently as I whimpered against him.

Spencer was about to put his hands on my face before we heard an incessant ringing from his bag.

"Fuck," he breathed, kissing my lips softly before fishing for his phone that was hidden away in his satchel. He retrieved it, flashing me the screen to show me who was calling. Damn it! It was Hotch. 

Spencer answered it, holding the phone up to his ear as I made my way to him, beginning to suck on his neck and collar bones as he spoke. "O-Okay, yes I-I'll tell her. A-alright. Bye."

He hung up, groaning softly when I sucked on the sweet spot of his neck. "Y-Y/n, we have a case, baby."

I sighed, kissing my way up to his lips.

"So I'm guessing you like my hair?" he chuckled, and I nodded fervently, biting my bottom lip. 

"Good." 

Spencer smiled, bending his neck down a bit to lightly kiss my lips, before telling me we had to go as soon as possible.

I reluctantly agreed, wanting more from him but turned around and walked back to our bedroom as I began to get ready.

A few minutes later, we each grabbed our things and headed out the door to the BAU jet to do the briefing of the case.

Oh, boy.

This was going to be a long one.

--

We had made it on the jet, the team's reactions to Spencer's haircut full of hilarity.

JJ was the first to say something, who did a swift, "Well, hello."

Spencer had pressed his lips into a thin line, a confused look on his face as he looked around; seeing the team member's stare.

Hotch was next to say something, in which he furrowed his bushy eyebrows together to prompt the question that made the whole team burst out laughing: "What, did you join a boyband or something?"

Spencer's eyebrows crinkled together as he spouted, "W- No."

"Awe, come on guys I love it." I said, taking a hold of Spencer's hand under the table as he smiled at me, his cheeks a light pink.

"That's because you're in love with him, pretty girl." Derek teased, flashing a toothy grin at me as I felt my face get warm.

The team laughed a bit more, agreeing with Derek's sentence before Hotch began the briefing.

Our case was based in Boise, Idaho.. Apparently, a serial killer had been revealed to have been posting his murders on the Internet, accumulating quite a collection of fans in the process.

Ew.

Disgusting.

Now, we were about an hour into the plane ride, and I tried distracting myself with my book, but I just couldn't.

I couldn't stop myself from staring.

He was so addicting to look at.

He noticed my gaze on him as he looked back at me. 

"What?" he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"I think Y/n likes your new hair, Reid." Emily said, causing the others that weren't asleep to look up from what they were doing to joing in on the conversation.

"Ooh, I think pretty girl has a hair fettish," Derek chuckled, poking me in the ribs as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Wh-! I do not!" I exclaimed, feeling a blush color my face.

"No, I think you do." JJ smirked, laughing with Emily.

Thank God, Rossi's asleep.

"She definitely does," Spencer piped up, his face and tone completely innocent.. As though he was about to state one of his fun facts. Which I guess in a way this was a fun fact.. Fun for everyone else except me.

I looked at him incredulously, hitting his chest lightly.

"How do you figure?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest, daring him to say another word.

"Well when I got home this morning from the parlour and you saw me, you did this thing you do when you are about to orgasm," he explained, beginning to talk with his hands.

"Oh, what does she do, boy genius?" Emily asked, leaning over to get in on the fun. I could not believe what I was hearing.

"Her breathing gets heavy and she has to hold onto something.. Usually that 'something' is my hair, but when she first saw me she gripped the back of the couch. Then she was kissing me alot and running her fingers through my hair. She whimpered a little bit too, which is something she also does when she is about to-"

"O-kay! Can we stop talking about me and orgasms?" I asked, hiding behind my hands in embarrassment.

"You asked me how I knew you had a fettish and I explained." Spencer said in a sing-song tune, the team member's laughing which eventually woke Rossi up.

"Wh-what are we laughing at?" he asked in a dazed state, his eyes barely open.

"I don't think you want to know," Hotch said, arching an eyebrow as he looked back down at his case files.

"No, I want to know." he shrugged, nodding his head. 

My eyes grew wide at Derek's response:

"Apparently, when Prettygirl is about to have an orgasm she whimpers. Oh, and she also has a hair fettish...Specifically with Spencer's hair."

"Dio mio! I did not want to know that!" Rossi cried, making me slap myself in the face as I groaned in embarrassment.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, cringing as I realized that Derek had practically told my grandfather about my sex life. "I'm going to get more coffee."

"Ooh, can you get me some?" Spencer asked.

"No." I said simply over my shoulder, throwing Spencer a pointed look.

I poured myself another cup of much needed coffee before Spencer walked up beside me.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I was just explaining facts to the team." he said softly, and I began to feel bad for making him think I was angry at him.

"Spence, it's okay, really," I laughed, and I saw a wave of relief wash over his features. I kissed him gently, tugging on his hair as he whimpered. "I guess I could always just tell the team that you whine and beg when I pull your hair." I whispered, untangling my fingers from his hair as I kissed him softly on the lips, Spencer's face a bright red.

"I must really like your new 'do, Spence."

And with that, I walked away, smirking at Spencer immediately throwing the washroom open, locking the door behind him.

He didn't open it until fifteen minutes later.

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Nights Like These (Soft Dom! Spencer) (blurb)

Summary: During Spencer's late-night paperwork session at home, his little Bunny decides to spice things up. She wants to make him feel good; and vice versa. She's his Bunny, and she deserves to feel good.

CW: Cock-warming, penetrative sex, soft dom Spencer, soft sex, sub-space, slight sub-drop, loving sex, unprotected sex

AN: Hey guys! I got this idea from a little prompt thing I found on Tumblr, however, I cannot find the name of the account that had this prompt idea. If you guys ever come across it, lmk and i can give correct credit!! <3

PS. I will be gone for a little bit, but be back shortly (hopefully). To be honest, I am not sure how long I will be gone for exactly, but it shouldn't be that much of a hiatus. Love you all. Thank you <33

Word Count: 916

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Reader's POV:

I loved these sort of moments with Spencer.

The type of intimate moments that are not only sexual--but gentle.

The stars that scintillated over the city lights of Spencer and I's apartment were almost as beautiful and peaceful as what the busy doctor and I were doing at the moment.

Spencer was an extremely hard-working man. He always had been. Tonight was similar to the other nights since he had been teaching seminars. Although, it had its differences.

Spencer could tell I was needy. It was like a sixth sense for him.

So, as he sat down to go through some information from his files, I sat on his lap, his hardened cock inside of me, a satisfying sigh falling from my lips at the sensation of his stretching me out.

I was wrapped in his robe lest I didn't get chilly, the soft material against the pebbled peaks of my breasts making the scenario all the more enjoyable. Sparks ran through my veins as Spencer used his left hand to rub my back gingerly, his right to write down particulars on the coffee-colored parchment paper.

The moment is so sweet as I am wrapped around him like a vine, the butterflies that I felt fluttering in my tummy expanding to the greater depths of my body including my fingertips as Spencer kisses my neck softly every once in a while; inhaling sharply when he feels me clench around him.

It's not necessarily even a sex thing, as it's now become more of an intimacy thing with Spencer. The closeness of his body pressed against mine, the soft kisses he peppers on my neck as I nuzzle into his. It's a beautifully perfect moment.

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After a little, he finishes his paperwork and helps my sleepy body move on his cock. I whine slightly as he looks up at me, stars in his eyes as his hands grip onto my hips, my back arching at the sensation of him entering me and brushing against my sweet spot each time.

Soft thrusts turn to sharper and needy thrusts as I cry out, Spencer kissing my warm chest and neck, then bringing my lips together with his. He ruts up into me, a soft sob exiting my throat in response.

"Does that feel good, Bunny?" he asks me through a particular sharp thrust as he helps me bounce on him; his fingers pressed into my skin.

I nod, humming a yes as Spencer presses sloppy and slow kisses to my clavicle and all the way up to my lips, silencing a soft mewl that would have echoed throughout our apartment, but instead echoes into his mouth.

"'So good for me, sweetheart.. Aren't you?" he asks through small pants, my stomach tightening as my walls clench around his cock.

"Yes, yes! 'So good for you, Spence." I cry, my fingers running and tugging through his chestnut curls.

He and I put our foreheads together and kiss softly before watching our bodies conjoin. The sight of him entering and disappearing inside of me enough to egg the ever-powerful and numbing orgasm that has been building up in my lower belly.

Love and lust drips from the both of us like golden honey, the sweet taste lingering on our tongues and lips as we kiss one another. The sticky feeling of our bodies colliding makes stars appear in my line of vision.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me, Bunny?" Spencer whispers, and I can see that he is holding back his own release as my inner walls continuously flutter around him, the euphoria that burns between my thighs soon too much to handle before I snap.

"Y-yes," I whisper-pant back, relishing in the way his stubble feels against my soft chest as he kisses and sucks on my nipple and breast.

"Go on, darling. You deserve it. Come for me." he tucks my fallen hairs behind my ears as his eyes burn holes into mine, and I feel his cock twitch inside of me, a sign he's close.

His words are all I need before my back arches, Spencer's arms that are wrapped around my waist controlling my movements and holding my body up as I begin to fall limp. His thumb rubs circles on my sensitive clit which only milks out my orgasm.

He follows soon after, littering kisses all over my skin, the soft tissue of my neck and chest lighting aflame as his lips press against my breasts, neck, collarbones, lips, and jaw.

It feels as though he is everywhere all at once. We each come down from our highs, my body shaking as he begins to pull out to clean me up. However, I pull him back to me, hugging him tightly, soft tears falling down the pink pillows of my cheeks.

He pulls away and smiles lightly, a comforting smile as he begins kissing my closed eyes softly, then my lips; the salty tears making the sweet kiss even more intoxicating.

"I love you so much," he whispers, and I pull him back to me for an intimate hug, his half-hard cock still resting inside of me. Neither one of us moves as he rubs my back gently, his fingers tracing down my naked spine. His cold and nimble fingers ebb the tears away from my vision as he whispers loving things to me, and I, back.

"Thank you," I managed to squeak out, pulling him closer to me. "I love you."

"You're my Bunny and you deserve to feel good. Of course. I love you so much, dear."

He holds me closer as I feel my eyes flutter shut, not necessarily going to sleep, rather a soft space where I can relax.

I feel safe.

Happy.

And beyond loved.

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Stay Silent (Dad!Spencer) (smut)

Summary: Dad!Spencer and Mom!Reader stay up late to get some... time alone from their two five and eight-year old daughters. However, there are slight interruptions.

CW: penetrative sex, cursing, heavy petting, scratching, oral sex (female recieving), missionary

AN: send me more requests! i promise i am getting around to anyone that has sent any in! enjoy! <3 lmk if i missed any warnings. again, i didn’t check any errors so ignore them if you see any!! <3

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Reader’s POV:

We had been so busy loving and taking care of our daughters and preparing for their new school year that my husband and I hadn’t had sex in over three weeks.

For us, three weeks of abstinance is an incredibly long time. 

We usually had sex three to five times a week (giving Spencer didn’t have a seminar to teach out of state, which didn’t happen often..but still; even then we would engage in phone sex). It had been like that ever since we first got together five years ago.

But ever since Landon had turned eight, and June had turned five; both of them starting their new school year, we hadn’t had much time. 

What, with Spencer’s cases going back to back and all. 

Of course, we engaged in over-the-phone-sex the previous week when he was out teaching a seminar at a college in New York for psychology. 

I had missed him dearly, and when he finally got back home, we decided to spend our time cuddling the girls to sleep instead of being super intimate. 

I was perfectly okay with this, I loved Landon and June, but I couldn’t help but feel a certain want that would begin to build like a snowball rolling down a snowy mountain.

But now, as Spencer has a full week off of work--June bunking in Landon’s room for the night-- I figured that we could stay up later until the girls fell asleep, and then enjoy each other. 

The tension between us had thickened, and I found myself getting more irritated with Spencer recently. 

That happened sometimes.

I would get antsy and impatient for him and that would result in me getting more annoyed with him--even if he didn’t do anything. 

Of course, I never took it out on him (or anyone for that matter), but whenever he would kiss my cheek in the morning or touch me in some way, I would first get super horny, then annoyed because we didn’t have time. 

So technically I was more annoyed with the fact that we didn’t get much alone time these past several weeks than Spencer himself. 

There was this thicker tension between us that had grown. It wasn’t bad at all--but I found myself getting easily distracted. For instance, on June’s fifth birthday a week ago, she wanted to go over to Rossi’s and play with JJ’s boys. 

We didn’t dress up or anything, but I did decide to tease Spencer a little. 

We went from the evening to around ten at night, and I could see my husband getting impatient with my antics.

I wore no bra, and because I had been turned on for what seemed like fucking forever my nipples were erect against my red, tight henley shirt (I had also popped the buttons open to give him a full view of the tops of my cleavage). I also wore low rise, boot-cut jeans and converse, and Spencer was absolutely trying his best not to take me in the guest bathroom. 

It’s not like we had time to anyway.

We had to watch the girls play outside on Rossi’s patio with JJ’s boys; making sure they weren’t going to dance in the freezing cold, rainy weather that they begged us to go play in. (Of course, we said no and to play under the overhead. We didn’t want them getting sick!)

Spencer let me sit on his lap that night, pressing a kiss to my clothed shoulder blade and running his right hand up and down the side of my torso, his other hand on my thigh, squeezing the skin. 

I innocently scooted back on his crotch, and I could feel how hard he was getting. 

When everyone in the area had left to get more wine, Spencer and I sat on the couch in the living room, away from them. 

I was about to get up when he pulled me down by my waist, elicting a small squeak from me.

“Sit back down, I’m not finished yet.” he had muttered, pulling me in closer to him and giving me a small peck on the lips. 

I sat horizontally on his legs, and he pressed small kisses to the tops of my breasts discreetly, running his thumb over my hardened nipples. I had to stifle a whimper. That alone made my panties drenched. 

We didn’t have time to do anything before everyone came and sat back down on the couch, talking. 

By the time we got home, we were all too exhausted to do anything. 

But going back to now, the girls had finally quieted, and it was close to 12:30 am. 

Spencer immediately began going down on me, his tongue parting my folds and his lips suckling on the bundle of nerves at my crest. 

My thighs had enclosed around his head, and if the pleasure of his mouth sloppily kissing my cunt hadn’t felt so fucking good, I would be concerned that I would suffocate him. 

His hands were gripping my thighs, prying them apart as he thrusted his tongue in and out of me. He harshly massaged the silky skin of my inner thighs as he hummed against my pussy, my body quivering on him as I grinded my cunt on his face. 

He loved eating me out. 

I held a pillow to my face as to stifle my moans, and it actually worked pretty well as Spencer brought me to the euphoric edge, slapping my right thigh with his hand and squeezing it.

I came on his face, and he lapped my release up. He kissed my clit as I writhed beneath him, tugging at his curly locks and pulling him up against me.

“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart,” he mumured against my lips, dragging his right hand’s fingers up my sensitive core and then rubbing very tight circles on my clit. I whined at the stimulation, bucking my hips towards his. “But I really need my cock inside of you.” 

I nodded, my bottom lip pouted as he kissed me gently again. 

I could feel him stroke himself as he looked into my eyes, gently rubbing the tip of his cock around my hole. I whined again, scratching my nails down his back. 

“Are you ready?” he asked softly against my lips, and I nodded quickly. “Words, love.” 

“Yes!” I squeaked, bringing him back down to me as he entered into my body. He kissed me deeply, and I gasped against his lips.

Spencer grunted, fucking me deeply and slowly at first as to get me used to it.

I felt so happy, so giddy.

I missed him. 

He pried my legs open and sat up, holding my hips to meet mine with his. 

He kissed up my body as he fucked me, hitting my cervix at the perfect angle. 

I embraced him, his head falling to the crook of my neck as he pounded deeper into me, holding me as well.

I stifled my scream that was burning in my lungs as the sounds of skin slapping and small gasps, light groans, and grunts filled the room. 

I heard a little giggle coming from the room across the long hall from our room, and Spencer seemed to notice too.

He still thrusted, just not as deeper inside of my body like he was doing before. 

“Did you hear that?” he breathed, and I nodded, rutting my hips up to meet his. He stilled inside my body and I whimpered. “Why are they up, are they okay?” 

I kissed Spencer lightly, my chest warm at how much he loved our daughters. 

“I told June that if she got an A on her math test, she and Landon could have a ‘sleepover’ tonight,” I explained, combing my fingers through Spencer’s hair.

“But they’re five and eight! It’s midnight. They should be asleep.” he protested, and I rolled my eyes jokingly.

“Spence, I told them they could stay up later. We’ll take care of it after you finish fucking me.” I brought my hands down to his ass, pushing him into me and allowing him to fuck me deeper as I wrapped my legs around his upper torso. 

“Oka- fuck,” Spencer whimpered, his curls bouncing on his head as he bottomed out into me. I scratched up and down his back, feeling my orgasm building.

“You make me feel so full, baby,” I whined softly, trying my best to be quiet. Thankfully, we had put a pillow behind the head board to keep it from smacking against the wall. “So good.”

“Fuck, Y/n.” he groaned softly, nipping at the skin of my neck.

“I love you,” he whispered, his dick hitting my sweet spot.

I kissed the side of his head, smiling softly. “I love you too.” 

Spencer grunted, putting my ankles on his shoulder so he could get a tighter angle. I trembled as he kissed down my chest, sucking on my nipples as he thrusted deeper.

I was so close. 

His arms were wrapped around my body tightly as he thrusted and I felt so happy and safe. 

Not to mention everything felt so fucking good and sensitive. 

“Spence, I’m gonna come,” I cried quietly as he kissed my collar bone. 

“Me too, love,” he breathily moaned, using one of his hands between our conjoining bodies to rub my clit. 

I moaned a little louder, and Spencer clamped his hand over my mouth quickly.

“Shhh,” he kissed my forehead. “We don’t want anyone to know what we are doing, now do we?” 

His voice was condescending, but I loved it. 

I shook my head, feeling my orgasm bubbling up.

My walls fluttered around Spencer’s cock, and he groaned softly, propping himself up by his arms by my head.

His thrusts began to become sloppy, and before I knew it, I was coming on him, my jaw slackening behind his hand.

Spencer spilled himself inside of me, fucking me through our orgasms before kissing my ankles and laying them gently on the bed. He slipped gently out of me, kissing me softly and collapsing his whole entire body weight on me.

“Ah,” he sighed, kissing my neck. “I missed you. I missed being with you.” 

I smiled, pulling him up to kiss my lips softly as I trembled slightly. “I missed you and being with you as well.” 

Spencer kissed me again, slowly and sensually, the silver rings adorning his fingers cold against my skin as he cupped my cheek. 

After a moment, Spencer kissed me again, cleaning me up with a warm washcloth as I sat perched on the counter and then letting me pee.

I put on cotton panties and a sweater of his, making my way back to our room. 

Spencer had put on his glasses and some gray sweatpants, giving me a quick kiss on the lips and smiling softly. 

That was before we heard giggles in the kitchen. We walked out of the bedroom to find Landon and June, digging into a container of mint chip ice cream. 

“What’re you two doing up?” I asked, playfully narrowing my eyes at the girls.

Landon shrugged, trying to stifle a laugh. “We were hungry.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, kissing the top of her head.

Spencer laughed, picking June up in his arms. “You both are supposed to be asleep!” 

June yawned, wrapping her arms around Spencer’s neck. 

“Daddy, we wanted ice cream,” she whispered, and Spencer’s eyes softened. 

I smiled, my heart warm as I combed my fingers through Landon’s hair. 

“June-bug, you aren’t supposed to eat sugar after dark.” he remarked, holding her tightly.

“I know, I know. It messes with your kircadian rythm,” she hummed as he rubbed her back with his hand, and we all laughed.

“Junie, it’s circadian,” Landon giggled, and June’s eyebrows narrowed.

“Das what I said!” she huffed, her little cheeks red. She turned back to Spencer, pressing her hands on his shoulders to get a better look at him. “Das what I said, Daddy.” she murmured as Landon scooped in another spoonful of min chip icream, explaining to me why it’s her favorite. 

Spencer nodded, kissing her little nose. “I know, princess, I know.” 

I smiled down at Landon, kissing her forehead. 

Spencer adjusted June’s glasses strap that was tied on either end of the tail of her blue glasses, placing a kiss on her forehead. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, snuggling in closer. 

“Let’s get some sleep, guys. We can get doughnuts in the morning.” Spencer whispered, swaying slightly to shush June to sleep. 

Landon nodded, hugging me then Spencer. Spencer kissed her forehead, picking her up in his other free arm. 

I saved the image in my brain for a later time and kissed June on her cheek. She smiled sleepily, running her tiny hand on my face. 

Her hand wrapped around my pointer finger and I kissed it softly, brushing some hair from her eyes.

-

We had just set the girls in bed when Landon sleepily spoke. 

“Did someone get hurt in your guys’s room? I heard a sound come from there.” 

Spencer and I blushed, thankfully the room was dark so no one could see, but I could tell he was red.

“Uh, y-your mommy and I were just --changing our sheets and I stubbed my toe really hard.” he stammered, and Landon nodded, hugging June as she snuggled close to her on their bed.

“Be careful next time, Daddy.” she whispered.

“Will do, sweetheart.” he kissed her forehead and we walked out of their room after saying our I love you’s.

Spencer slapped my ass lightly. “I told you to stay quiet!” he whispered, pulling me into him. 

I just giggled, kissing his lips as we settled into bed. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” 

Spencer chuckled, pulling me to him, a dark look in his eyes. 

“Do you think you can stay silent now?” he asked, kissing my neck. 

I stifled a laugh. “I’ll try my best.” 

Let’s just say, we had to tell the girls that Spencer stubbed his toe again the next morning when Landon asked us what the noise was.

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One-Shot and Story Masterlist

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One-Shot Masterlist

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Beautifully Broken Masterlist

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Drunk Actions are Sober Thoughts (blurb) (switch! spencer)

Summary: Spencer has a bit too much to drink and is all over reader.. and she absolutely loves it and him.

AN: I saw someone say that spence would be all over fem!reader and her boobs when he’s drunk..and i completely agree. anyway, here’s this blurb lol

CW: heavy petting, boob sucking, pretty hard PDA, alcohol, equally intoxicated reader and spencer (spencer just can’t handle his liqour as well as reader but he is fully consenting and so is she), cumming in pants, intoxicated team members, titty orgasm, mentions of nipple piercings

Category: fluffy smut

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

AN2: sorry if there are any errors, i honestly didn’t check lol enjoy!

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Reader’s POV:

I could feel his hands on me all night. 

First, his hands were on my ass, squeezing it tightly between his hand and then rubbing it gently to ease the delicious bruise that was sure to show up the next morning. 

Then, his hands were snaked around my waist as he leaned down to place a small kiss on my shoulder then neck. I could feel him smiling lovingly at me as I talked with Penelope about our sleepover the next weekend. 

Finally, by the end of the night, half of Spencer’s body weight was resting on me as he kissed a line down my neck and to the tops of my breasts. I stifled a moan, clamping my thighs together as he sucked the sensitive skin; not caring about our team laughing and cheering him on. 

To be fair, I wasn’t really aware of them either. 

“Spence,” I huffed lightly, trying my best not to jump his fucking bones in the middle of a crowded bar. I pulled him off of me and he whined, his hands gripping my waist then ass. I stood on my toes and kissed his red lips. “Let’s go home, baby.” 

Spencer nodded, but attached his right hand to the side of my breast, cupping it. He kissed the top of it, his other hand going to my thin dress strap, pulling it down, trying to get more skin. He sat in front of me, blocking any stares from onlookers. 

I hesitantly pushed him off, adjusting my strap. I wanted him badly, but I wasn’t about to get naked in a bar in front of our coworkers, who were now grinding on each other or minding their own business!

“M’sorry, love, I didn’ wanna make you uncomfortable I just need you.” He whispered, sending chills to scuttle down my spine like spiders. 

I sloppily kissed him, and he reciprocated, kissing me back. 

“I wan’ go home,” I whimpered, and he nodded against me, cupping my jaw. “Can we go home, Spencie?” 

Spencer’s demeanor changed and he smiled against my lips, kissing them. 

“Let’s go home, my love.” 

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We had just made it into our apartment after taking a taxi home, when Spencer pressed me against the wall, kissing my lips hungrily. 

“I want-- I wan’--” Spencer slurred as he kissed down my neck, rutting his hips against mine as we made it to the carpeted floor of our living room. 

I knew exactly what he wanted. 

I kissed him as I quickly pulled to straps of my dress down to my naked breasts. Spencer attached his lips to my nipple, circling the pierced bud and flicking it with his tongue as he massaged my other breast with his hand. 

I moaned, my pussy throbbing. 

My moans built louder and louder and, unexpectedly, my body washed over with a mind-numbing orgasm as Spencer switched between breasts. 

He moaned against my skin, his hips not moving one bit as he took care of me.

“Fuck,” I whined, combing my fingers through his hair as I tried to catch my breath. 

I never had anything like that, and from the way Spencer looked up at me, I could tell he was proud. Of both me and him. 

I giggled lightly and sat up, getting ready to give Spencer his reward before he stopped me. 

“I-I might’ve already-” 

I looked down from his flushed face to see that he had already came. 

“I-I’m sorry! J-just the sounds you were making were so nice an’ I just-!” 

I cut his rambles off with another heated kiss. 

“Don’t apologize, baby,” I whispered, kissing him softer this time. “Just fuck me.” 

A switch flipped in Spencer’s head and he smirked, his pupils darkening. 

“I thought one orgasm was enough?” 

That smug bastard. 

I smiled sweetly back. 

“It’s never enough with you.” 

Spencer chuckled as he connected his lips with mine, beginning our stumbling to the bedroom. “You’re insatiable, my love.” 

“Says the one sucking my tits at the bar!” I scoffed, and Spencer turned red. 

“S-sorry about that, I didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anythi-” 

Again, I cut him off. 

“Spence, stop second-guessing yourself. Look where your heavy-petting led us.” 

Spencer smiled and I reciprocated the look as he pushed us onto the bed, unbuckling his belt. 

“If this is how you react to me kissing you at the bar, I’m gonna do this all the time.” 

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Nervous (Sub! Spencer)

CW: penetrative sex, teasing, oral sex (F recieving), face-sitting, praising, sub spencer, cursing, creampie, honorific kink, heavy petting, nipple piercings, jealousy, slight begging, mommy kink

AN: hope you all enjoy!! If you have any requests for a one shot at all, please feel free to dm me!! Also i am so sorry my writing has gone downhill.. I think I need to take a small mental health break. I promise i will be back ASAP! <3 (also i know i have never done a mommy kink, but quite a few ppl have been asking for it!! Let's not make fun of it please, or say any jokes pertaining to it. I know jokes are funny with the mommy kinks and all, but let's not ruin it for everybody else. :)

ps: i barely checked if i had any errors so please excuse them if you see any. enjoy!

Reader's POV:

"Everyone, I'd like to introduce our new agent, SSA Y/n Y/ln." Agent Hotchner announced to the team I would be working with from now on.

They each turned their heads, giving me sweet smiles and standing up from their chairs in the round table to greet me.

"Hi, I'm Elle Greenaway, I've heard so many things about you, Y/n," Elle shook my hand, a toothy-grin plastered across her face, and I smiled back at her, a small blush resting on my cheeks.

"All good things I hope?" I laughed nervously, and Elle nodded with a smile and a reassuring, of course.

One by one, I met my new team.

God, they were all so hot.

"Great to meet you, Y/n." A blonde-headed woman named JJ said as she shook my hand. She was the second to last out of the bunch, right before a young, lengthy man that had his hair slicked back, his hands by his side as a small blush rested on his cheeks. His eyebrows were raised slightly and his mouth was agape in amazement as he silently watched me greet my team members.

Once I had gotten to him, I extended my hand out, however, he didn't meet my hand with his. Instead, he kept on looking at me with a dazed expression.

"Reid," said the man named Derek Morgan, trying to get the slightly-scrawny boy's attention. I laughed softly, but 'Reid' still hadn't snapped out of his trance. Morgan laughed awkwardly, hitting the young man in the side. "Spencer." he tried again, but to no avail.

Spencer stayed still, his eyes quickly tracing over my features.

"Sorry, he must be broken," Morgan chuckled, slapping Spencer upside the head. The impact of the strong man's hand to the young man's head must have got his attention as he gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Spencer doesn't shake hands, by the way." Derek added, and I nodded as Spencer apparently had just found his voice.

"Y-Yes I do," Spencer stammered, his eyes shifting over to Morgan. Spencer extended his hand, and I met mine with his. He held it for a little longer than intended before dropping it, his hands clutching his satchel tightly. "Hi-hello- I-I'm, uhm, I-uhm, I am-"

"This is Dr. Spencer Reid," Hotch said from behind me, laughing softly. "He's our resident genius," he added.

"Genius, huh?" I asked, and Spencer smiled meekly, the tips of his ears turning a light vermilion.

"W-well, not e-exactly; you see, I-I don't believe that i-intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of one-eighty-seven, an eidetic memory, a-and can read twenty-thousand words per minute."

Wow.

"That's very impressive, Doctor Reid," I noted, and Spencer's eyes grew, his face a dark crimson as he pressed his lips into a thin line, his knuckles turned white from gripping onto the strap of his bag.

"T-thank you," he squeaked, turning to Hotch. "I-I need to go to the-uhm- t-to the- tothebathroom." Spencer's words mixed together as he walked quickly out of the roundtable room, not even giving Hotch a chance to respond.

"Is he okay?"

Morgan laughed softly, shaking his head then turning to me. "Don't worry about him, he doesn't do great with new people.. Especially the ladies."

I nodded, laughing along. "Oh okay, I was afraid I said something that was offensive."

"No, but you definitely did somethin' else to him," Morgan said under his breath, Elle hitting him in the arm as he chuckled lightly.

"What?" I asked, eyebrows furrowed together.

"Nothing." Elle and Morgan said in sync.

Well, okay then.

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From that day forward, Doctor Reid and I never had the chance to bond.

Everytime I would sit next to him or enter the room he was in-- or try to talk to him, he would make up some excuse and then run out, a dark blush swarming his face.

I was very confused, to say the least.

Although his nervous behavior around me never tainted the small growing crush that I had on the young Doctor. My stomach would flutter with butterflies whenever his name was mentioned.

So it's safe to say that I was falling.

And falling hard.

Morgan had told me that Spencer probably had a crush on me.

Apparently Doctor Reid's strong suit wasn't talking to women.

Surprise, surprise.

Elle agreed, but I argued saying that he barely knew me.. How would he have a crush on me?

I knew it sounded hypocritical to say, as I had developed a burning fondness for the young man, but I at least made an effort to ask more about Spencer. I mean, I talked to the team about what his likes and dislikes were as I couldn't even get him to talk to me in person.

One day, however, I thought that everything was going to change for the better.

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw Spencer, in his collared shirt and sweater vest, holding two coffee cups. He was talking to Morgan, the genius's eyes glancing over at me nervously as his eyebrows drew together in anxiety.

And although I didn't hear the beginning of the conversation, I heard Derek's comment before he patted Spencer on the shoulder and headed back to his desk.

"...go talk to her, Prettyboy."

As much as I wanted to look up from my desk to give a kind smile to Spencer, I was afraid that I would scare him off. He was so squirrely around me.

So, I kept working on my papers, toying with the necklace that laid nicely on my collarbones. I tried focusing, but I couldn't help but see Spencer close his eyes, taking a deep breath before beginning to head over to me.

Everything was going so well until one of the men from the countterrorism department cut in front of Spencer, walking right up to my desk with a toothy-grin.

"Hi," he smiled, his cologne overpowering my nostrils. "I'm Kai Juniper.. You must be Agent Y/n Y/l/n." Kai extended his hand, and I smiled back at him, shaking it softly.

"Hello, Kai," I responded, setting my pen down.

"Look, I know this is quite random, but would you maybe want to go out sometime? Like to the movies? I've noticed you for a while now.. But I couldn't exactly gather the courage." he laughed, running his hands through his slightly silver hair.

Oh, god.

I hate when people ask me out on dates.

Especially a man I barely even know.

Kai was a good looking man. He wore tight shirts that showed off his muscles.. The material was always quite thin. His angular jaw was sharp, and he had a light stubble on his face that only made his features more prominent.

Thus, I would be interested in him if I wasn't already interested in the young, scrawny doctor he had just cut off of my path.

Spencer still stayed far behind him, his hands grasping the styrofoam cups so tightly I was afraid that they might burst hot liquid all over his red sweater vest. His eyes burned holes in the back of Kai's head.

As gorgeous as Kai was, I still couldn't get over the nagging crush I had on Spencer Reid.

Although, with Spencer being afraid to talk to me, what I fantasized would be a relationship between the two of us would probably never happen. So, shifting my eyes back to Kai, I smiled softly, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Sure, that sounds great."

Kai's grin only got wider, his paper-white teeth almost shiny enough to blind me.

"Awesome, here's my number," Kai pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket, handing it to me. "Call me. We can set up a date for whenever you're free.. I know that your team travels frequently, so just let me know when you have time."

"Thank you, and I will." I smiled, and Kai nodded, standing up and walking away, his shoulder smacking into Spencer's (purposefully), prompting the doctor to drop the coffees on the ground.

Kai turned around, laughing. "Oops, sorry man."

Dickbag.

His apology did nothing as he just kept on walking, ignoring Spencer's reassurance.

"I-it's.. Okay." Spencer sighed, grabbing a stack of paper towels and beginning to clean the mess up from the carpet.

My heart hurt at the sight, so I got up from my desk, walking over to Spencer before grabbing more paper towels.

I got on my hands and knees, helping Spencer clean up the mess as he looked up at me, his eyes growing wide, his face a deep red. It was painfully obvious he was trying his best not to look down my low-cut shirt as he looked up at the ceiling for a brief second, then back down at the carpet.

"I'm sorry about him," I apologized.

"I-it's okay. It's not y-your fault," he stuttered, combing some of his fallen hairs behind his ears as he cleaned.

"Were you going to drink two coffees?" I laughed, although I wouldn't be surprised if he was. Spencer was kind of a caffeine addict.

Spencer gulped, laughing nervously. "Um, n-no.. I-I actually was going to give one t-to you."

Oh.

OH!

My heart fluttered in my chest as my face began to feel slightly warm.

"Really?"

Spencer nodded, meeting his eyes with mine.

"Yes, really. I-I like you--" he began, but quickly stood up, clearing his throat and then throwing the paper towels in the trash. "I-I mean, I like you-- y'know.. As-as a friend."

I nodded, smiling softly as I stood up. "Right. I like you too," Spencer clutched onto his satchel. "As a friend." I added.

As a friend.

--

Spencer and I barely talked later on that day; only exchanging small glances. When he noticed me looking at him as I chewed on the end of my pen, his whole face turned red, and he smiled nervously, gulping a bit.

God, he was so cute.

And that's how it was for the remainder of that week, until--

"Everyone, we have a case!" JJ announced, walking swiftly.

Grumbles rumbled throughout the team members as we walked to the roundtable.

I sat between Spencer and Elle, Spencer's hands twitching nervously under the table as I gave him a warm smile. He returned the expression, a blush rising up his neck and to his face.

As the rest of the team members filed into the room, JJ began the briefing: "Five women have been murdered outside of a New York City bar..."

As the briefing went on, I couldn't help but look at Spencer's quick hands as he scanned through the different reports.

I knew it was wrong, seeing that people were dead and all, but I just couldn't get him out of my mind. He lived inside of my head all of the time, and that definitely did not help the ginormous crush I had on him.

After the briefing, the team grabbed their overnight bags and headed to the jet. I sat in front of Spencer as the jet began to take off. I could feel his eyes on me. I looked over at him, and he immediately looked bag down at his book, his face going red once more. I smiled softly at how much I affected him.

-

About an hour later, I began to get quite warm; the jet became very stuffy during the summertime.

So, I pulled my ribbed, red turtle neck off of my body, leaving me in a low-cut tanktop and my pencil skirt.

I felt Spencer's eyes on me once more, a small squeak slipping past his lips as I saw his breathing pick up from my peripheral. He quickly jumped up, running straight to the bathroom.

He was in there for a good fifteen minutes.

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New York City: 10:45 PM

The day had gone by very slowly, my eyelids fluttering closed in boredom as we were progressing very slowly with finding out who the unsub was in this case.

By the end of the day, Hotch had distributed the keys out to our hotel rooms.

And you'll never guess who I got as my roommate..The young genius himself.

Spencer looked as though he had seen a ghost when I told him that we got roomed together, so I reassured him by saying I would be going to Elle's to hang out for a little bit.

He nodded, however I couldn't help but notice a flash of disappointment that glimmered over his features.

I chose to ignore it, bringing my luggage to my--our room, then walking to Elle's.

Spencer walked in after I had left, the door shutting immediately.

--

Elle and I had a great time together; we talked about the case, drank some wine, and then snacked on some popcorn before I headed back to my room.

Upon entering the room, I slipped my heels off of my feet, instant relief was given to me as I began to walk to the bathroom. Spencer was sitting on the couch next to the bed-- the only bed that sat in our hotel room. I said hello to the doctor, to which he stuttered back his own little hello.

I grabbed my things and got into the shower, the warm water droplets caressing my skin. I did my shower duties and then stepped out of the hot stream, turning the faucet off and doing the rest of my routine. I put on a very tiny pair of my white cotton panties and then an oversized blue button up, leaving some of the buttons popped open. As I was about to exit, that's when I heard it--no, heard him.

Spencer moaned lightly, small whimpers flying past his lips before I heard him call a very familiar name.

Specifically, my name.

"Y/n,"

I swore that I heard him incorrectly, but I was proved wrong when my name tumbled softly from his lips as I looked around the corner to see him stroking himself under the sheets, his right hand gripping his cock and his left clutching whatever he could hold onto.

I watched him as he tried to catch his breath, his breathing rugged and erratic.

Heat shot through my veins and to my core as I felt practically possessed. I had a sudden craving for Spencer-- and only Spencer.

His eyes were closed as I made my way to stand in front of the bed, tracing my fingers along the blanket and up to the outline of his leg.

"Do you always moan my name when you're fucking yourself?" I asked softly, biting my bottom lip.

Spencer's eyes flew open, his face becoming the darkest red I'd ever seen as his features were laced with fear and humiliation.

His embarrassment only egged me on further.

I crawled up the bed on all fours as I straddled Spencer's left leg.

"I believe I asked you a question, Doctor Reid." I grabbed his chin, Spencer gulping as his pupils dilated.

"Y-yes," he whispered, and I felt his dick become hard again as I toyed with the digits of his fingers.

"Sorry? What was that?" A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as my eyebrows furrowed together in faux confusion.

I began to move against his leg, my clothed, wet core dragging up his clothed thigh, my clit throbbing incessantly as I whimpered, throwing my head back before looking back at the flustered doctor.

"Y-yes!" he squeaked, his hands ghosting over my hips as I rubbed my clothed pussy on him at a quicker speed.

I smiled, bringing his hand to touch my chest as I bent down to look at him with a clearer view.

"Do you want this?" I asked.

"Yes." he responded instantaneously, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swept his tongue along his lower lip.

"Then kiss me," I said, although my demand was not necessarily a demand, more so a plea. I had wanted this for so, so long.

Spencer pulled me down for a clumsy kiss as our tongues met together, Spencer's hips rutting upwards as he whimpered in my mouth. Butterflies swarmed my system as I smiled against his lips, tugging his hair back as he groaned.

"What do you want?"

My question floated in the air for only a split second before Spencer responded quickly, but with much passion as I straddled both of his thighs, rubbing myself against his clothed erection.

"I-I want you to fuck me," he whispered the last part, his eyes following my facial expressions through a half-lidded gaze.

"What was that, Spencer?" I asked again, beginning to suck on his fingers as he groaned, his body shaking with pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me!"

I smiled, kissing him ravenously as my fingers tangled in his hair.

My hips never stopped moving on his as I went back to sucking on his fingers. He looked so helpless, his swollen lips just begging to be kissed again.

I took his pointer and middle finger from my mouth, a small string of saliva following before snapping back onto my lips.

"Hmm," I hummed, his hips bucking up against mine as I giggled. "I don't think you deserve it.. I mean, you've already come once tonight."

"P-please- no! I-I need you." he whimpered, his hands flying to my hips as he moved me on his dick faster.

I knew what was going to happen before he could even control it.

Spencer rolled his hips up once, a small cry falling from his lips as he came in his pajama pants.

"You fucking brat!" I wound my hand up, popping him straight across his face as he moaned louder.

"I-I'm sorry," he begged, his hips still twitching upwards to meet mine.

"Spencer, I gave you one simple instruction. No cumming until I do. And now look at what you've done." I sighed, my hips still moving on his.

"I'm sorry, mommy," he whined, and I felt a small mewl escape my throat at the nickname.

"It's okay, baby," I kissed his nose as he scrunched it up, small puffs of air leaving his nose as he came down from his high. "That just means you're going to make me come before you can again."

Spencer nodded fervently as I unbuttoned my shirt, his eyes going wide at the nipple piercings that I had gotten a while back to make my breasts more sensitive. The cool air hit them and although they were already semi-hard, they were fully hard now as Spencer rolled his fingers over my right nipple in awe. His hips bucked as he sat up, pulling me towards him and sucking one of them, his tongue flicking over my areolas as I cried out.

I knew you could orgasm from nipple stimulation, but I had never truly believed it--not until now.

Spencer hummed against my breats, his mouth sucking lightly on my nipple as his teeth grazed the metal part of the piercing.

His hands caressed my body as he sucked on each nipple, his eyes closed in concentration as he laid sloppy kisses on them.

My hands tangled in his hair as I felt my orgasm approaching, a small tightening in my lower belly.

I reluctantly pulled him off of me, kissing his lips as I pulled his shirt over his head.

"I wanna make you cum," he whimpered, toying with the hem of my cotton panties.

"And you will..Take the rest off, baby boy," I whispered back, tilting his head up to kiss me as he chased my lips for more once I pulled away. I giggled, his face turning a light pink at the sound.

"I want to make you feel good, mommy." he purred, pulling my panties down.

"I know baby," I kissed him softly, climbing up to his face as he grasped onto my thighs with need. Spencer's mouth automatically connected to my wet pussy as I gasped, his mouth sucking softly on my clit before lewd wet noises from his mouth on me sounded throughout the room. I gasped, holding on to the headboard as his fingers dug into my skin to create small welts. Spencer pulled me down on him completely, a small hum escaping from his throat, the vibrations making more pleasure wrack through my body as I gripped onto the headboard. I grinded my hips against his face, Spencer's tongue thrusting in out of me as I cried out.

"Fuck!" I moaned, and I felt a small smile spread across Spencer's lips as my orgasm made my body tremble. He lapped up my cum, his arms wrapping around my thighs as he sucked on me.

With shaky legs, I scooted down on him, my lips reconnecting with his as I tasted myself on his lips-- and in his mouth. His spit and my cum glistened on his chin as I kissed him, his arms wrapped around me as I felt him hard against my leg.

"What do you want?" I asked breathlessly, regardless of the fact I knew exactly what he wanted.

"I wan' you to fuck me, please," he cried, his hips once again jerking upwards.

I kissed him as I untied his pajama pants, slipping my hand under the waistband of his boxers as I stroked his hard dick.

His hands gripped the sheets as he gasped, and I smiled as I pulled the boxers down his thighs, stroking him faster.

Spencer's tip was red, his erection hitting him lightly in the stomach as precum leaked from the tip. He squirmed under my touch, his dick obviously so hard that it was painful.

"You did so good for me, baby boy.. Making me cum," I praised, swiping my thumb across the tip of his cock as I pumped him. "Although, you were greedy earlier.. Do you think you deserve what you want from me?"

Spencer whimpered, his eyes closed tightly as he bit down harder on his bottom lip, which kind of made me concerned that he was going to draw blood.

"Y-yes! Please! I-I need it- I need you so bad, mommy!" he sobbed, a tear running down the side of his face.

I wiped it away, kissing him softly before dragging his cock between my wet folds, teasing him by only putting the tip of him inside of me, bobbing on it for a moment before lifting my hips up and off of him.

"Please, please, please," he begged softly, his hands gripping my thighs.

Although I wanted to tease him more, I simply couldn't-- I needed him just as much as he needed me-- maybe even more.

"Okay, sweet boy," I pouted mockingly, slowly sinking down on his erection as my back arched in pleasure. Spencer gasped, his hips stuttering as he tried to not buck up into me.

"Tell me, Spencer," I groaned, beginning to bounce up and down on him. He looked up at me with a lust-filled gaze, his eyes trying to memorize this moment forever. "Is this what you imagined when you've jerked yourself off everyday for the past six months? Even the day you ran to the bathroom after I met you?"

Spencer's mouth dropped open as he seemed to search for his lost words.

"Oh, you can't tell me that you can't speak now, Doctor Reid.." I began to bounce on him faster, then slower, his hips now meeting mine as he consistently hit my sweet-spot.

"Y-yes," he said, gripping my hips. "I thought of you riding me."

I rolled my hips on his cock as he groaned. "What else did you imagine me doing, Doctor Reid? Hm?"

"I imagined-" he gasped as my walls fluttered around him. "I-I imagined me fuc-O-oh!-m-me fucking you."

"Then why don't we make your fantasy a real thing?" I asked, slowing my pace on him.

Spencer looked up at me through a half-lidded gaze as he seemed slightly confused at my suggestion.

"W-what do you mean?"

"I mean," I lifted my hips off of him, whines and whimpers escaping his throat as he tried to grab onto me. I got onto all fours. "Fuck me."

Spencer's eyes went wide. "L-Like.. Now?" he gulped.

I nodded, kissing him softly. "Show me what you fantasized about. Right now. Fuck me."

"But what if I'm bad at it?" he asked nervously, his golden eyes filling with not just lust, but worry.

My eyes softened. "You won't be, baby."

Spencer nodded as I kissed his neck, a small groan escaping his throat before he clambered onto his knees behind me.

He held onto my hips tightly, then slowly entered me.

He felt so fucking good stretching me out, however, his thrusts were hesitant.

I sighed at the contact, closing my eyes just for a second to enjoy the rare display of force.

"Fuck me, Spencer," I cried, "Harder."

"Y-You want me to go harder?" he asked, meeting my hips slowly with his as his grip on my body got tighter.

"Spencer," I spat, "I told you to fuck me harder!"

My change of tone must have sparked something in him as he began to pound into me, my back arching off of the bed as I moaned.

"Y-you feel so good, Y/n," he sobbed, his fingers digging into the soft tissue of my lower waist and hips.

"You're doing so good for me, Spencer," I gasped, my lungs itching for air, but he bottomed out into me as he repeatedly hit my sweet-spot. The oxygen I once craved dissipated and filled with pure pleasure that swarmed my body.

My entire body shook with each thrust, and part of me was just shocked by how much power he had hidden in that thin figure. With each motion, he bottomed out inside of me, making my moans turn into small cries and sobs.

"Y/n, I-I can't hold on much longer," he whined, his eyes barely able to stay open. "You feel so good. You--fuck!"

He threw his head back when I clamped down on him, a string of foreign curses quickly following.

"Fuck, Spencer, I'm almost there," I begged, "Please--!"

I didn't even notice the way he had sneaked his hand between our bodies, his thumb swiping over my clit and eliciting a shrill moan from me.

"Harder!" The vague instruction wasn't lost on Spencer, who chose to increase the power of both his hips and hands. His hips snapped forward to meet mine as his free hand held so tightly to my skin, I was sure that there was going to be beautiful bruising the next morning.

Within seconds, I was collapsing in on myself. The tension that had built up in my stomach was about to snap.

"Spencer!" I sobbed, his thrusts becoming staggered and erratic as he cried out as well.

My mouth dropped open in a silent scream as we both came, my lungs filling with air as we rode out our high.

After a few moments, he pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to me as his chest was heaving.

I hoisted myself up, kissing his lips softly before he interrupted.

"Don't go on that date," he begged softly, "P-please."

I furrowed my eyebrows before realizing.

I truly forgot about Kai.

Not that he was interesting--or even a decent person anyway.

Smiling, I kissed him softer this time. "I would never... plus he was never really my type. I've always liked you."

Spencer giggled, pulling me in for a deeper kiss as I sighed against his soft lips.

"I-I like you too."

I kissed him again, my heart completely full.

"You're such a good boy, Spence." I smiled, and his face became red again as I kissed his cheeks.

--

The next morning, Spencer and I got to the police station before Hotch told us we were splitting up; I was to work at the office and Spencer was to go with Derek to retrieve the ME reports.

Before I could stop myself, I pulled him in by his tie and kissed him deeply, Spencer melting into my touch as he whimpered against my lips.

It felt like we were the only two people until--

"Pretty boy! Out here gettin' the ladies!" Derek laughed, and I pulled away from our touch, Spencer's face becoming a dark red.

"Sorry," I giggled lightly, but Spencer pulled me in for a softer kiss.

"Don't be."

I smiled up at him as he did the same back, the tips of his ears a light red-- just how they were the day I met him.

Derek whistled, and Elle laughed in the background.

Despite the gruesome case, my day--well, life- seemed a lot brighter than before.

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can you write like a smutty sickfic where like the reader or spencer is sick and they do it cause working out can be good when sick?

Feverish (Switch!Spencer (? kinda))

Summary: Working out is supposed to be good to prevent illness and keep an illness from prolonging...what happens when both reader and spencer get a cold and fever and have to stay in bed all day together?

CW: penetrative sex, unprotected sex, boob sucking (lol b00bs), mentions of sickness (cold and fever), sloppy kissing, cursing, having consensual sex when sick

AN: helloooo, anon! thank you for your request! this one is a shorty! enjoyyyy <3 (and no i didn't proofread now shut up and take what you get 🙄🙄)

Category: Smut/fluffy ending

Pairings: Spencer Reidx Fem!Reader

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Hotch had ordered both Spencer and I to stay home so we didn't spread our mutual cold and fever.

Of course, that meant staying in bed all day.

Which would have been fine so long as Spencer hadn't started to grind up against my ass as we cuddled up in our sheets; our bodies almost suffocatingly warm but the heat felt almost good.

Spencer laid sloppy kisses up my warm neck with his even warmer lips that felt like hot butter against my chilled skin.

"Spence," I whimpered, turning around and meeting my lips with his in a frenzied--but almost lazy grouping of kisses.

Before I could even process anything more, our clothes had been thrown onto the floor, leaving the cold air to hit my warm chest with such delicacy and chilliness that made me crave more Spencer's warm body on mine.

He kissed down my neck and to my rosy and pebbled nipples, flicking his tongue over the bud and then enveloping his warm mouth around it.

He sighed into my skin, and I held his head with my hands, tugging at his locks and rutting my hips against his.

He flipped me onto my stomach, pressing his front against my back as he practically leaned all of his weight onto me, his cock dragging ruthlessly against my slick folds as I whined.

"Shhh," he whispered, nipping at me earlobe. "Don't worry, love. I'm gonna take such good care of you...Besides, exercising is great when you get sick."

He whines, deep in the back of his throat, rubbing the velvety head of his cock right against my folds, pressing his chest and belly against my back.

He lays kisses against my shoulder blade, moving his hips in tiny increments--his length not even nustled inside of me yet. Small whimpers humming against our lips as I turn my head and bring him down for a kiss.

I gasp as his slight movement to reach up to cup my face and kiss me slow and sensually causes his cock to push into my cunt.

"Mm," I whimper against his lips, and he gasps as I clench around him. "Spence, please move, baby." I am practically begging as he inhales slowly, running his hands up and down my torso, his touch making my body so sensitive I feel all tingly.

I already feel close.

It's slow and soft--his first thrust. I moan against the sheets, and he slowly withdraws from my body before slamming back into me; causing my body to quiver underneath his touch as he kisses the nape of my neck and back.

"S'that feel good, love?" he asks, and I feel myself gasp for a breath of cold air as he lifts off of my body--his cock still buried inside of me as he thrusts-- and pulls my limp hips to meet his, the sound of skin slapping and wetness filling the room along with our moans to create an overall lewd symphony.

"So good," I cry, a choked moan following my statement as he grunts and pounds deeper and quicker inside of me. "S-So--fucking good."

His pace grows quicker as I no longer have control over my hips, his big hands gripping my soft skin so harshly that it just fuels my already building orgasm.

I'm so, so close.

"Uh, uh, augh!" Needy moans leave my lips as he continuously pulls me back down onto his cock, making me tremble.

"God, you-you're so fucking wet, baby," Spencer's whimper turns into a low growl as he fucks me into the mattress. "Feels so good around my cock."

The soft tissue on my ass is no doubt red and sore from how hard his skin is meeting mine.

The last few words are a mantra that come from Spencer's beautiful mouth as I cum hard, clenching around him and practically screaming through hoarse vocal chords--the sound muffled from my face being buried into a pillow as his dick thrusts so deep inside of me, I gasp so loud that I feel as though I could feel him in my fucking lungs.

"Take it, take it, take it..." Is what he says.

He comes right after the third time he says the two words, falling ontop of me and gasping for air as his come paints my warm inner walls.

He lays sloppy kisses as he finishes, snapping his hips a few more times before going to pull away before I whine.

"Don' leave." Is what I whisper, sniffling.

He chuckles, clearing his throat--his warm body presses against mine as he kisses my shoulders.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Bunny."

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Blurby smut request

Spencer with a innocence and corruption kink??

Its ok if not and i love you sm!!

I Am a Sinner, You Are a Saint (part 1 of 2 (?)) (AU) (Dom!Vampire!Spencer)

Here are the vibes for this two-parter!

Summary: Fairy!Reader is intrigued by Vampire!Spencer. However, reader's fae family is incredibly over-protective of her, and doesn't allow her to make contact with Spencer as they deem him as a monster. What happens when they meet in the woods and she finds herself falling for the blood-thirsty--but absolutely incredible man? What happens if her parents find out? How will the reader and Spencer continue their blossoming--but forboden love? (HAPPY ENDING!!!!!!)

AN: hello anon! i know that this is not necessarily what you asked for,but part two will be smut and all about the corruption and innocence k!nk! however, do not fret! i will be writing a regular oneshot blurb as well with innocence and corruption kink with Dom!Spencer! But for now, enjoy my little faes! and yes, this is a happy ending but also may be slightly ambiguous.

 Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

 Category: Angst, smut, fluff

 Age: Reader is about 20 and Spencer is about 30-ish

 CW: (SMUT SOON!!) penetrative sex, unprotected sex, blood consumption (consensual), cursing, innocence k!nk, corruption k!nk, spencer and reader plan to run away together, oral sex (female-recieving), lots of kissing, sneaking out, pet-names from spencer for reader (bunny, flower, my love, love, little fae, my little fae)etc, spencer has some self-hatred, mentions of blood in general (kind of in-detail but not too bad), some angst, age-gap (11 years (spencer is 31 and reader is 20 or reader is 21 and spencer is 30)

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There once lived a beautiful fae.

She lived in a cottage that was delicately placed atop of a dandelion field, that was surrounded by a lush garden of herbs and fruits that she loved to make treats and teas out of.

She lived with her cat, Tubby, and her two fathers; Acassia and Ezra.

And although she wasn't psychically alone, she felt insular between the flower-patterned, papered walls of the confinements of her own room and house.

She loved her fathers dearly, in the way where you have to love your own parents..But they were constantly taking and stripping away the pure happiness that she craved.

She loved to pick and care for her fresh fruits and herbs..but something felt missing.

She longed for the day that she could grow somewhere else..make tea for someone..special.

And every night as she sat in her big oak tree, looking up at the twinkling moon and fluttering her outstretched wings, she came to one conclusion.

She would probably be stuck here forever.

In a place where she couldn't grow.

In a place where she couldn't expand her imaginations.

And each day that seemed to pass along with the same activities, she seemed to only have a lust for a new, hopeful life filled with someone that would capture her buzzing heart, and pepper light kisses on it; giving it the proper love that it wistfully dreamt of.

However, one day, when she lay on her belly outside on the tall grass--the little dandelions tickling her dainty feet with such ease-- she met him.

The air was crisp, the breeze blowing through her hair, and the sun casted golden rays of light on her skin..warming her from the outside in.

She inhaled slowly, enjoying the way the fresh air seemed to clear her lungs, and stretched her wings out..looking in front of her at the way the sun highlighted her wings and casted a sort of iridescent reflection on the green grass in front of her.

She was in the midst of making a dandelion crown; weaving together the ends in a braided pattern, when she heard a slight rustling from the bushes behind her.

It was quiet, and so she eventually just brushed it off as being one of the neighborhood bunnies, her cat, or the flexible wind that made the back of her arms ripple with goose-flesh.

But then it happened again..more prominent this time.

She sat up, turning to the bush and narrowing her eyebrows--her eyes squinting.

"Tubby?" she called, her wings fluttering as a means to lift her graciously to her feet. The fabric of the white, long, silk dress she wore around her figure cinched in around her waist a little too tightly.

She adjusted it, along with her green corset and placed the dandelion crown on her head, the soft curls of her hair creating a comfortable nest for the stems of the flowers to cling to.

The bush rustled again, and her wings lifted her up a bit out of slight cowardice.

"Hello?" she began to walk to the shrub, her heart beating in her ribcage. Even the drum of her heart was beautiful.

"Tubs?" she asked again, but as she made her way further into the woods, the hairs on the back of her neck stood.

Vampire.

Something inside her head whispered the word to her. The word that chilled her to her very spine.

She began to run back--not lifting her eyes away from the wooden area whatsoever.

Unfortunately, as she finally began to get some speed, her back smacked right into a strong-something.

Hoping that it was just a tree, her wings caught her fall and turned her towards what was most certainly not a tree.

"Why, hello, little fae," the man said, chuckling with a certain.. Malice.

She yelped, her wings fluttering and flapping so quickly that they practically launched her seven feet back from the..man.

"Oof," she huffed, hitting her back on a tree and falling to the ground.

The dandelion crown fell from her head, but she never even noticed as she rubbed her eyes, trying to not faint from her impactful hit on the bark.

As her eyes fluttered open, (not nearly as ferociously as her wings) she felt her heart fall to her stomach.

He stood right above her, his canines sharp and white.. a certain crimson flashing through his pupils before dissolving into the soft abyss of black pupils.

"You should be more careful, little fae," he spoke, extending his hand out to her. 

She didn't take it.

"Please! D-do not hurt me, sir!" she squeaked, but the man just barked a laugh.

"Why, I would never do such a thing! I am quite offended!"

She wanted to believe him, but his tone seemed almost sarcastic.

She stared up at him, relishing in his distinguishing features.

His cheekbones were strong but suited his perfectly thin figure.. His eyes, now no longer a deep rouge, were a sweet gold--almost like the sun. 

Small specks of dark brown were found in each eye, his lips plump and pink, and his nose small and button-y. Stubble adorned his already sharp jaw and around his mouth; his hair was a golden brunette--only slightly curly but really it was just beautiful waves.

She was able to see his outfit fully now--the misty terror clearing from her vision. He wore a black chemise to which he rolled up to his forearms, black slacks, and dark brown oxford dress shoes.

"Uhm, s-sir?" she peeped, putting her full trust in him by taking his hand. His teeth had now retracted to a more..human look. She could feel the pointed tips of her ears glow with a light vermillion like the apples of her cheeks.

"Spencer," he spoke again, and she smiled softly, his jaw clenching as a means to try his best to keep a stoic look. Although the urge to smile back was strong. "Spencer Reid."

He helped her up to her feet, and he almost immediately retracted his hand.. as though he had been scalded by her soft touch. She tried to hide her surprising feeling of disappointment.

"Oh," she laughed nervously, playing with his name in her head. "W-well, Spencer Reid, I would like to know what you're doin out here!"

She pouted, propping her hands on her hips and trying her best to seem serious.

He just found it absolutely adorable.

Not just her faux anger, but...her.

"Well, I am not so sure what you mean, little fae," he teased, running his hand through his hair. She just about melted. "I was just going for my daily stroll when I found a darling little fairy playing on her lawn."

She puffed, "I-! I am not...darling!" Her face warmed.

Spencer only laughed, and that seemed to egg her growing annoyance on.

"But you see, little fae," he leaned in, causing a chill to slither up her back. "You are."

Before she could respond, she heard her fathers calling for her on the porch. Thankfully, she and Spencer were hidden from plain sight. 

“Sweetheart!" Ezra called, trying to find her. "It's time for dinner! Your father needs you to set the table!"

Spencer gasped playfully, and Y/n turned her eyes back to him. He lifted her chin with his pointer finger, tilting her head up to look at him through a closer perspective. 

"Time to eat, little fae."

She swallowed thickly, gathering up her courage and said an almost sad, "Goodbye." to Spencer.

He nodded, a smug smirk adorning his stupidly handsome face. She felt her heart flutter like the wings that began to lift her off of the ground.

"Best be on your greatest behaviour, little fae!" he called after her as her wings took her home..only loud enough to where she could hear.

She couldn't help but smile at..well, Spencer.

And her book of memories she stored in the big library in her brain replayed her small scene with him.

As she continued to complete her routine tasks for the evening..she felt happier. 

Lighter.

Less lonely.

Her thoughts were filled with only one thing and one thing only.

Spencer.

Spencer.

Spencer.

Why did he consume her thoughts?

Everybody knows vampires and fairies are enemies.

However, one thing lingered in her mind as she waited to fall into a slumber that night.

Vampires kill fairies..whenever they get the chance. 

So..why didn't Spencer kill her?

What was his angel?

He had enough time to rip her to shreds..but no...he barely touched her.

She knew it was wrong that she was thinking this way.

She knew she should automatically hate him.

She knew her parents would never go for their own daughter being with a rival of theirs.

Or...falling in love with a 'monster'.

But the heart is a rebellious little thing.

It claims and wants what it claims and wants. 

And she couldn't do one little thing about it.

Not one.

And as she finally found her rest, she was sure that she wasn't mad about it.

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Lazy, Sunday Morning (blurb) (Soft!Dom!Spencer)

Request: Nope! But do send me some! 

Summary: When Spencer and Reader wake up early in the morning before their 5-month old daughter, they choose to use their extra (but limited) time in a more..loving manner before their daughter Rue needs attention.

Category: Smutty-fluff

Pairings: Dad!Spencer Reid x Mom!Reader

CW: penetrative sex, lazy sex, unprotective sex, oral sex (female recieving), heavy petting, loving/soft sex, dirty talk

Seperate CW: idk if this is a tw but breastfeeding (?)

AN: let me know if i missed any warnings!! enjoy! <3 also i barely checked for errors so if you see any, please ignore them :)

Word Count: 2258

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Reader’s POV:

The kiss of the warm sun was the first thing I had felt early this Sunday morning. 

The second, was my husband’s arms and body encased around my own, the warmth from the sun and Spencer comforting me. 

And the third thing I felt was the light kisses Spencer peppered along the nape of my neck, gently waking me up and making my heart flutter; similar to the butterflies that swarmed throughout my belly and chest. 

“G’morning,” I sighed, turning around to nuzzle into Spencer’s chest. He smiled sleepily, running his hands up and down my back. 

“Good morning, love,” his voice was slightly scratchy and only a bit hoarse as he sighed, kissing the side of my head as I snuggled my head into the crook of his neck. 

I wiped the sleep from my eyes, yawning lightly and then gently kissing the column of Spencer’s throat, a soft groan rumbling from his chest. 

“Y’know,” I kissed his jaw, “Rue won’t be up until--” I looked at the clock which read 7:25. “--until 7:40...would you maybe wanna-?” 

Before I could even get the words out, Spencer had interrupted me. 

“God, yes,” he kissed my shoulder. “I missed you so fucking much, sweetheart.” 

I smiled, my core pulsing. 

I giggled as Spencer pulled me into a soft kiss, his hands gently cradling my face; the silver rings that adorned his fingers (along with the wedding band (obviously)) cold against the skin of my hips as he worked my shirt up over my head, his hands squeezing my waist as he got ontop of me and kissed down my neck and collarbones; lightly sucking on the peaked skin of my right breast. 

The warm sun contrasting with the cool air of the room made me whine as Spencer kissed down my belly, his head going under the white sheets of our bed. 

“Please,” I whined, rutting my hips up towards his. Spencer only pressed them back down to the mattress with his hands, a small smirk floating upon his pink lips. 

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my cotton underwear, pulling them down my legs gently, and discarding them onto the side of the bed. 

He sighed, kissing and nipping his way down the silky skin of my inner thighs, running his right hand along the back of my left thigh and his left thumb gently teased my clit as he sucked a hickey onto my soft skin. 

“Spencer,” I whimpered, prodding him to begin. My core was throbbing. I missed him so much. He had been gone for a week on a case. 

“Yes, my love?” he asked, feiging innocence; his head resting against thigh. 

“Need you s’bad,” I slurred, running my fingers through his hair. Spencer dragged his thumb across my sensitive clit again, circling the bud before retreating his fingers entirely. 

“Yeah?” he hummed softly, now running his fingers up and down the sides of my waist. 

I nodded fervently, rutting my hips towards him to try and attract his attention to the place I currently needed him most. 

Spencer smiled before dipping his head down to my core, licking a flat stripe upwards. I moaned softly, biting my bottom lip to stifle any noise that tried to escape or echo from my throat. 

Spencer sloppily kissed my cunt, his tongue working in and out of me; my right hand gripped onto his hair and my left gripped onto the sheets beside me. 

That was before he lowly hummed, causing both of my hands to tug on his curls--my body canting to his mouth as I tightened my thighs around him. 

Before I could give him a warning, I felt that familiar numbness spread throughout my body, my mouth agape as I tried to breathe through my orgasm. 

Spencer didn’t stop until he lapped up my release, and until I had to practically pry him off of me. 

The sight of my release and his saliva glistening over his chin was enough to make me come on the spot. 

But before I could admire him any further, Spencer kissed me softly before lazily flipping me flat onto my stomach, his body resting ontop of mine. 

He kissed my shoulder blades and neck, then down my back; his hands massaging my shoulders than running up and down my torso. 

“I missed you so fucking much, Y/n,” he whispered, kissing the expanse of my shoulders. I could feel his hard cock resting against the inner part of my thigh as he practically laid ontop of me; his arms wrapping around my chest and holding me--his front to my back. 

“I missed you, Spence,” I mewled, turning my head to kiss him softly before he suddenly entered my heat slowly--inch by inch. 

The feeling of him stretching me out was so absolutely delicious that I moaned a lot louder than was intended. 

“You’re gon’ have to be quiet for me, love. Don’t want Rue to wake up,” he whispered in my ear, causing my skin to ripple with goose flesh. “Can you do that for me, baby?” he asked, his voice almost condescending. 

I nodded against the pillow my face was pressed into. 

Spencer softly smacked my ass. I yelped into the pillow. 

“I said,” he growled, using his hand to pull my hair so my head could tilt to the side-- half of my face away from the pillow. “Can you do that for me?” 

I nodded, “Yes, baby--Just please fuck me!” 

Spencer smiled softly, kissing my cheek. 

He laid ontop of me, kissing my shoulder before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward into me. A small cry fell from my lips--and without the pillow muffling it, it was louder than expected. I cringed. 

Spencer clamped his hand over my mouth, shushing me gently. 

He grunted softly as he pulled his hips back again, beginning to pound into me; my walls fluttering around him. Although his thrusts were hard and powerful, it was still slow and soft, his hands feeling like they were everywhere on my body. There was a sleepy element to it all, and it only further lit a fire in my belly.

He was laying delicate kisses on my shoulder and shoulder blades, his thrusts slow and hard. He sighed as he continously hit my sweet spot. I clamped around him, whining.

“Fuck-- tell me how it feels, love,” he bottomed into me again--all the way to the hilt. “Tell me how you feel when I fuck into you.” 

I had to stop myself from moaning as he removed his hand from my mouth. 

“So fucking good, baby,” I cried, his right hand coming up from its hold on my hip to intertwine with my hand above my head--his other hand doing the same. “So full.” 

Spencer’s cock twitched violently inside of me, and he used one of his hands to squeeze my breast; rolling my hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger. 

“That’s right, love,” he thrusted harder into me--the only sounds were soft grunts, wetness being pooled between us, and our skin hitting against one another at an absolutely bruising pace. “Shit--you’re so fucking wet and--and tight.” He groaned softly, kissing my shoulder. 

“Spence,” I whined, feeling the familiar building of euphoria in my belly. “You’re so fucking big.” 

Spencer’s chest rumbled against my upper back as he pressed deeper into me, my cunt clenching around him. 

“Harder,” I begged.

Spencer complied, snapping deeper into me at a bruising rate. 

“God, I missed you--I love you so much,” he whined, resting his cheek against my shoulder as he pounded deep into me. “Missed how you feel--felt like I was gone forever.” 

I whined, tears springing at the corners of my eyes at how deep he was inside of me, a long moan exiting my throat (thankfully it was stifled as I pressed my face into the pillow before bending my arm back slightly so my hand could run and tug through his curls.

Spencer pulled me up suddenly, his cock slipping out of me as he adjusted us into a new position that was able to reach a deeper angle inside of me. 

My ass sat against his lower belly, my knees pressed onto the bed. Spencer kneeled behind me; allowing me to sit onto his cock as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his head into my neck as he helped me bounce on him--my release building rapidly. 

Spencer could sense my climax. Thus, he clamped his hand over my mouth-- sucking on the skin of my neck as my bouncing became more frequent and my hips weren’t lifting up his length as much as they were before. 

“Fucking come for me,” he nipped my neck, and my eyes rolled back into my head, my body convulsing around him--my hands trying to find anywhere to grab onto. “Such a good girl.” 

He came right after, pressing his lips onto my skin as we rode out our highs--his face snuggling into my hair as he tried to muffle his soft moans that threatened to escape. Warmth spread throughout me as some of his and my come dripped down from my cunt.

As we came down, I turned my head to kiss him, my bouncing coming to an end as I quivered against him. 

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing him once more.

“I love you more,” he smiled softly, holding me so gently and tenderly--just like how our sex had been before we changed positions (not that I was complaining at all; because I certainly was not). I kissed him again, gently picking my hips up so he could pull out of me. 

I turned around, now sitting up on my knees above him as I held his face and kissed him gently, sighing into our greeting. Spencer laid me down on the bed and quickly ran into our bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned me, kissing the top of my inner thigh. He threw the washcloth into the hamper and kissed his way back up to my lips. 

We kissed for a few moments, enjoying our embrace.

“I’ve gotta pee now,” I murmured onto his lips, giggling as he pouted. Right before Spencer could speak, a small and sleepy wail came from the bedroom next to ours. “And Rue’s up. Can you get her so I can go to the bathroom?” 

Spencer smiled. “Of course, love.” 

He kissed my lips once more before getting up and quickly throwing on some boxers and sweatpants. 

I grinned softly as I made my way to the bathroom, going pee and slipping on my panties and one of Spencer’s checkered boxers, rolling the waistband so it wasn’t super loose around my hips. I heard Spencer’s voice crescendo and decrescendo down the hallway as he carried a blubbering Rue to our room. 

“Did my little princess sleep well? Hm? Daddy missed you so much, pretty girl! I love you-Yes, I do!” 

I grinned deeply, throwing on my gray tanktop and then walked out of the bathroom, seeing our daughter laying on Spencer’s chest as she used her tiny hand to hold onto his big thumb, her giggles dancing throughout the room like a beautiful symphony. 

Spencer smiled lovingly at her as she used her tiny hands to squish his cheeks together. 

I enjoyed the image, my whole body feeling warm and swarming with little butterflies that found their familiar spots in my belly and chest. 

“Such tiny hands you have!” Spencer pretend to nibble on her hand, eliciting a bright shriek from the pudgy baby, followed by giggles. 

Spencer traced her face with his index finger, Rue collapsing on his chest and turning her head in my direction.

Her eyes were bright as she whined for me to come over to her. “Mama!” 

I walked over to the bed, sitting up next to Spencer. Rue climbed across him, using her legs to push off of him and jump into my arms. 

“Good morning, angel!” I kissed her head, smoothing down her hair. 

“Hun-hungy!” she spoke, gripping onto my shirt with her hands, trying to stand up in my lap. Spencer ran his hand gently up her upper and lower back; the size of his hand thrice as large as the length and width of her back.

She gripped onto my boob through my shirt, her mouth agape as she tried to latch onto my nipple. 

“Ma-!” she grappled onto my breast.

I giggled, Spencer laughing softly as well. 

“Okay, my love,” I whispered, kissing her head and giving her back to Spencer momentarily so I could pull my shirt off. 

Rue crawled over to me, beginning her feeding.

I smiled down at her, running my hand through her soft hair. 

I could feel Spencer’s eyes on me, his hand running up my arm and sitting up to kiss my shoulder. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. I blushed. “I’m gonna go make some tea, do you want some?” 

Spencer had stopped drinking coffee for me because he knew that I couldn’t drink any because of breastfeeding. Of course, I told him he didn’t need to do that, but he insisted. 

I nodded, smiling up at him. He kissed me softly. 

“I love you.” 

I couldn’t help but feel all happy and giddy. 

“I love you.”

Spencer turned down to the baby, pressing his lip softly upon the top of her head before gently cooing, “And I love you!” 

I couldn’t be happier

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

I Am A Sinner, You Are A Saint (pt.2)

Read Part 1 here!

VIBE BOARD!! (click here)

How I imagine Spencer/Reader and the vibes of this story (click here)

Summary: After Fairy!Reader and Vampire!Spencer’s encounter in the woods, Reader must admit her feelings for the blood-lusted creature before her fathers find out. What happens when she doesn’t know where to find Spencer’s home? What happens if her parents find out?

Category: Smut, slight angst, fluff

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Age of Main Characters: Reader is 21, Spencer is 30 (OR reader is 20 and spence is 31)

CW: innocence k!nk, slight angst, HAPPY ENDINGGGG (slightly ambiguous), corruption k!nk, blood consumption, graphic smut, kind of graphic blood consumption (consensual), spencer has some self-hatred, pet names that spencer gives to fairy!reader (little fae, my little fae, love, my love, flower, my flower, Bunny), acts of possession/possessiveness, oral sex (female-recieving), sneaking out, age gap (11 years or 9 years (spencer is 30-31 and reader is 20-21), teasing, food consumption (home-baked strawberry muffins!!), kind of dark smut (spencer talks about killing her (it’s not awful)), cursing, spencer and reader plan to run away together, soul-mates in love <3, forbidden love, talk of pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy, fight with parents

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COMING SOOOOOOONNN!!!

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