#lightvixxens Spencer

[lightvixxen]

His housewife.

I GOT THE IDEA OF BEING SPENCERS LIL HOUSEWIFE AND I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT

summary: after Spencer has been away on a weeklong case you decide to make him dinner, which leads to him calling you his housewife and absolutely refusing to admit it.

WC: 2278

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, this is pretty vanilla ngl, kinda soft dom! Spencer Reid, housewife kink, breeding kink (How did that happennnn), lingerie.

You hummed around the kitchen, you looked at the time and smiled to yourself. It was 5:30pm, meaning that in thirty minutes your husband, Spencer Reid, would walk through the apartment's door. If they weren’t pulled away on a last minute case. And you were praying that wouldn’t be the case tonight. 

The BAU had already been gone on a week-long case, and they just got back last night. You barely got to spend any time with your husband before the poor thing fell asleep on your couch. You missed him desperately, it was always hard, with his job. There was always the looming possibility that he would be pulled away from you for weeks on end, leaving you to your own devices. 

Though for tonight, you had made a nice dinner,making use of the recipe you had gotten from Rossi when you and Spencer had married. You smiled to yourself, realizing just how much of a housewife you looked like. You worked down at a local coffee shop, Spencer's salary was surprisingly enough to keep you both comfortable but you needed something to fill the lonely days he wasn’t with you. Besides, extra money never hurt anyone, you used your paycheck for luxury items for both you and spence, while he went to keep you in the apartment. 

You set the table then walked to the living room, which was closest to the door and you waited for Spencer's return. You laughed at yourself when you realized that you were akin to a dog waiting for its owner to return but that's how you felt. 

The second you heard the door unlock you were jumping up from your spot on the couch, the book in your hands immediately forgotten, Spencer wasn’t even through the door before you were pouncing on him, You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you kissed him senseless. 

“Well- mmf- Hello- mm~ to you too.” Spencer's arms held you up as he walked through the threshold of your apartment, kicking the door shut. 

“Missed you.” you mumbled, fingers tangling in his wild hair, you captured him in a desperate kiss, making sure you hadn’t fallen asleep waiting for him to arrive. 

“Missed you too, my darling.” Spencer smiled softly, letting you love on him, it was definitely welcomed, especially after being away from you for so long. As he breathed the air around him in he noticed something, 

“Did you cook dinner?” You nodded excitedly, 

“I finally put the recipe Rossi gave to us at the wedding to good use! I swear I need a whole cookbook of that man's recipes-” You continued to ramble as Spencer put you down, his arms growing tired, you took hold of one of his hands as you led him into the kitchen. 

Spencer couldn't help but look at you lovingly, you had been home all day, run to the grocery store because he knew you did not have the ingredients for the recipe Rossi gave to you on hand. And then, you slaved over the stove for god knows how long to make him dinner for when he got home. 

He couldn’t help the flutter in his chest when he sat down at the table with you, a plate full of food already waiting for him. It was so domestic and he absolutely adored it. 

“My little housewife…” he mumbled, before digging into the food you had presented before him, moaning at the taste, coming home to his drop dead gorgeous wife jumping into his arms, then eating the delicious food she prepared is definitely what he needed after the week he had. 

You looked up at him from the food you had been eagerly waiting to actually get your hands on and eat,

“What was that babe?” you asked, you had caught a little of him said, ‘my’ and ‘house’ being the only things you managed to makeout, Spencer could be extremely quiet when he wanted.

Spencer looked up from his respectful plate and shook his head, 

“Hm? Nothing, it’s not important.” 

“No, no, no, what did you say?”

Spencer smiled sheepishly before getting the brilliant idea of stuffing his face full of food to avoid admitting to you that he had called you his housewife, he wasn’t sure what your reaction would be, despite being with you for five years and him being a profiler it was always hard to gauge your reactions. He blames the fact he’s wildly in love with you, it acts as some sort of shield from his profiling skills. And he was just too fucking embarrased to actually admit it. 

You huff realizing you're not gonna get it out of him while he has something to change the subject with.

After dinner you had decided to watch a movie, cuddled into Spencer's side on the couch. You had put on a horror movie, which you definitely were not paying attention to, and you doubt Spencer was either, you were just basking in the knowledge you were next to each other, instead of being miles apart. 

You glanced down at his watch realizing it was close to midnight.

“Shit, it’s almost midnight.” You said, moving to get up. Spencer moves his arm that was slung over your shoulder. 

“Gonna get ready for bed?” he asks you, and you nod, standing up. 

“Yeah but I'm probably not gonna fall asleep for another few hours.” Your husband nods in understanding, 

“I’ll be in there in a little bit” You nod again smiling, leaning down to peck Spencer on the lips before you move towards your shared bedroom. You were in the bathroom that connected to your bedroom when Spencer came in. You were brushing your hair, not wanting to deal with the unbearable knots that form in the morning. 

You picked out a silky babydoll nightgown, it was purple, and just so happened to be Spencer's favorite nightgown that you owned. You were going to get what Spencer said out of him whether he likes it or not.

“Hey Spence…” you call, getting his attention, he was already in pajamas reading a book in the bed, like usually is. 

“Yes?” he calls back, turning his attention away from the book he had in his hands. Before dropping it to the side entirely. “Really? The nightgown?” He asks, eyes scanning you up and down. 

“What do you mean the nightgown…?” Spencer smirks at you. 

“Sweetheart, you only wear that nightgown on our anniversary or when you really want to get something out of me.”

“Well…not my fault it works getting information out of you.” You cross your arms under your breasts, the nightgown already accentuates your curves, along with your breasts, other than the color that was the reason why it was Spencer's favorite, it showed off his favorite parts of you. 

He groaned when he realized what you were doing. 

“That's why it works, you're the definition of temptation when you wear it.”

You smirk, walking towards the bed while swaying your hips, Spencer's eyes were trained on you, you knew exactly how to get what you wanted out of him. You slowly slid yourself onto his lap, making sure you kept eye contact with him. Once you were fully settled onto his lap Spencer attempted to put his hands on your waist but you caught his wrists before he could.

“Nu-uh no touching, you get to touch when you tell me what you said earlier.” you tell him, and he groaned again. 

“Evil woman, you know how to exactly get what you want from me, don’t you?” You smile at him, “Spill it, doctor Reid” 

“God you are evil.” Spencer smiles. “I uh- I called you my housewife…just you cooking, waiting for me to come home…it's so domestic, the thought just slipped out.” You hummed, leaning down to kiss up his neck, leaving bruises in your wake, you released his wrists in favor of balancing yourself on his chest. His hands went to rest on your waist. 

“That's it? Not really embarrassing.” 

“You weren’t even meant to hear it.” Spencers hands moved from your waist to your ass, and buried his face in your neck. “I really should burn this nightgown, you get the upper hand too easily.” 

You gasp when you feel his hands squeeze your ass “I’m more surprised you haven’t ripped it yet-!” you squeal when he changes the position, swapping you so you're on your back and he’s towering over you, he places his knee so it's in between your thighs. 

“I’ve definitely thought about it…” He mumbles into your neck, his hands sliding the bottom of the nightgown up to bunch around your hips, his knee presses into your center, you have no doubts he can feel a damp spot in your panties. 

“Spencer…” you whimpered, feeling his lips trace the column of your neck, he liked to take his time with you, especially after you decided to tease him.

He tugged the nightgown down to free your breasts, thanking the heavens that it didn’t take too much effort. He moved his head so he was leveled with your breasts, his mouth wrapping around one of your nipples. You shivered at the sensation. Spencer was obsessed with your boobs, he could spend hours just sucking on them if you’d let him. 

His tongue circled your nipple, and his other hand came up to pinch and pull at the other, soft moans flying out of your mouth at your husband's ministrations. Spencer spent a generous amount of time on one before he moved to give his attention to the other, giving both of your breasts equal treatment. 

“Spencer please, don’t tease-” 

“Baby, you're the one who decided to tease me first.” He tells you, breaking away from your breasts, deciding he was done anyway. He rucks up the bottom of the nightgown, exposing the matching lace panties. 

“Why do you even bother to wear panties with this thing, you should know I get them off of you the second you give me the chance” He pulls the lace down your legs, flinging them somewhere in the room. 

You shrug, “I don’t know either sometimes.” 

Spencer pulls down his pajama pants and boxers enough to let his cock free. And you can feel your mouth water at the sight. Spencer had probably the most perfect cock you’ve seen, He was long but not to the point it was painful, and he had the perfect amount of girth to just to make you feel full. 

He drags the head of his cock through your lips, coating it in your wetness, letting it catch on your clit a few times. You throw your head back and moan. 

“Been thinking about this all week, been thinking about you all week” You tell him, moaning again when he finally sinks himself into your hole. 

“Yeah?” He smirks, starting to slowly thrust in and out, he would pull out enough to where just the tip stayed in you, before slamming himself back into you. “What were you thinking about sweetheart?” 

“Just- fuck- this, you, your cock filling me up, filling me with your cum- Fuck!” He made a calculated thrust into your g-spot, he can find and play with your body with terrifying precision. 

“Really? Want me to fill you up, darling? Maybe we should try for a baby this time, hm? That way I can just keep you plugged up all day…” Spencer's thrusts became more steady, he kept a harsh rhythm, making sure to hit your g-spot with each one. 

You moaned loudly, nodding quickly. 

“Spencer! Please, shit, yes!” 

“Yeah? Want to make me a daddy? Be my cute, pregnant, housewife?” he asked, and you nodded, his thrusted were deep and quick, he knew exactly how to force you close to the edge, paired with the fact you refuse to get off without him, he had you hurtling to the edge quicker than you’d like. 

“Spencer, I’m gonna cum, please, please!” 

“I am too sweetheart, just hold it a little longer, I’m so close baby” Spencer buried his face into your neck, he got vocal when he got close, and he liked using your body as a way to muffle his own moans. 

“Spence no- Wanna hear you please-” Spencer lifted his head, putting his forehead against yours, moans falling from both of your mouths. 

“I’m so close, you gonna cum with me baby?” One of Spencer's hands moved in between your bodies, his thumb rubbing tight circles into your clit. You nodded, feeling the tension tightening in your stomach. 

“Shit- Fuck, please hurry Spence, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it!” You threw your head back into your pillows, eyes screwed shut, focusing on not cumming too early. Spencer laced his hands through yours, hips desperately chasing his own release. 

“Now, fuck, cum now!” His words were enough to have the tension in your stomach snap, your cunt spazzing and tightening around his cock. Your orgasm is what tipped him over the edge, with one last thrust Spencer buried himself deep inside you, filling you up with his cum. 

After a few minutes all that was left in the room was the sound of your rugged breathing, you’re pretty sure you’ve ascended to heaven, after a week of being pent up and how powerful your orgasm was you’re confident that it killed you. 

Spencer had collapsed on top of you, catching his breath. He looked up at you, resting his head on your chest. You smiled back, hands coming up to run your fingers through his hair. 

“Welcome home, Spence.”

[mydearzero]

Livid awoke something in me and im making it ur problem🩷

Mean!spencer who gets sooo tired of reader trying to get his attention, she’s whining begging him to pay attention and play with her!! From where hes sat he looks at her unimpressed, sticking out his shoe and is like “since you wanna act like a fucking dog I’m gonna treat you like one”😇

Omg no but imagine you’re finally over at his place and all he does is read fucking books??? Like is that really what you came over for? 🙄 But then he’s finally fed up and brings out a collar 🤭 "Since you're gonna fucking whine like a dog I'm gonna treat you like one." And he ties you to the leg of the chair while he continues reading only offering his shoe to give you a grain of attention.

But then you keep making these little noises and you’re distracting him from his book sooooo you’re gonna read it out loud while sitting fucking still on his dick because apparently that’s all you’re good for 🙄🙄🙄

[lightvixxen]

Say it.

Just a small Spencer Reid drabble!! Im p sure its a gn!reader soo

Summary: Spencer is hellbent on getting you to finally call him daddy.

Warnings; 18+ MINORS DNI, edging, daddy kink, dom!spencer reid, soft dom!spencer

Words: 430

“Say it.” Spencer whispered in your ear, and you whimpered, shaking your head ‘no’, Spencer rolled his eyes.

Spencer had you on your stomach, pounding you behind, you ended up in this position after you had almost let the word ‘daddy’ slip from your lips earlier.

Now he was hell bent on getting you to say it, he had only caught the first syllable, but he was pretty sure he knew what you wanted to call him.

“Spence please- fuck” you moaned, your cheeks were wet with tears after being edged, he wasn’t allowing you to cum until you said it.

“Please what?” He asked, pulling your head out of the pillow that you had your face buried in by your hair.

“Pleasee let me cum, please, please, please!!!!” You begged with your boyfriend, begging for an ounce of mercy.

“If you wanna cum you just gotta say a simple word, baby, all you gotta do.” His hips stilled as you clenched around him, a tell that you were close.

You sobbed, this was probably your fifth ruined orgasm, but you were too embarrassed to admit you wanted to call your boyfriend daddy.

Spencer started up again, you were even surprised he’s lasted this long, he had to have been edging himself too.

A particular hard thrust has your back arching a loud moaning clawing its way out of your throat, that was the thrust that happened to break your resolve, desperate for relief.

“Fuck- daddy! Fuck please daddy please, i need to cum-!!”

“There you go.” Spencer smiled wickedly, his left hand moving to rub circles against your clit, more tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks. His right hand that had been holding your back down, making sure you couldn’t move against him, moved to grip your hip.

“Cum for me, sweetheart, let go” he told you, thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy.

“Daddy- shit, thank you, thank you, thank you-!” You practically screamed, thanking him for finally giving you permission to cum. Once you reached your high you were pretty sure your soul left your body. Eyes rolling back into your head, shortly after Spencer came in you, his cock buried deep inside of you.

“See? Wasn't that hard was it?”

You shake your head, “it’s embarrassing…”

Spencer chuckled, letting go of your hip Spencer moved a hair out of your face.

“You’ve written worse baby.”

“Wait what-“

Spencer just smirked at you, he got up to grab a washcloth from the bathroom.

“Spence, wait- how did you-?”

“Your phone password really doesn’t work to keep me out sweetheart.”

[lightvixxen]

A shy boy with a dom side

SOOO i have no excuse. this may be a little series, we'll see how this does.

Warnings: SMUT its nothing extreme so I don't feel there's any warnings. AFAB reader tho, + dom!spencer!! MDNI

wc:1k-ish

summary: a Friday night taking a turn.

It was a Friday night, and you and Spencer had a few glasses of wine. And Now sat on your couch. You don’t remember how the conversation got to this point. 

“Whats…” You stop to think, swirling the glass in your hands before speaking again. “your biggest kink?” Spencer looks at you, then looks off to the side, obviously thinking about the question. 

“I’m not sure…bondage most likely,” Spencer tells you, shrugging before taking a sip of his wine. “But choking and, uh, slapping is up there too.” His face was red, and whether it was from the conversation or wine you couldn’t tell. 

“Huh, I was expecting you to say something a little more Vanilla honestly,” you say, setting your wine glass down on the coffee table in front of you. “Isn’t the bondage a little cliche though? I mean guy with handcuffs likes using them, the biggest stereotype in the book.” 

“Oh, I um.” He clears his throat, “I wasn’t talking about…handcuffs, I was talking about actual rope.” That made you raise your eyebrows. 

“So….are you the one being tied up or are you doing the tying.” You ask, your curiosity was officially peaked, you honestly had thought Spencer was going to say something like praise being his biggest kink. 

“Well considering I am a dominant, I do the tying up. I much prefer it anyway. It gives me a level of control they no longer have.” He said it so softly you almost missed it. “Anyway, back to you, what's your biggest…fantasy?” He asks, obviously trying to turn the attention away from himself. 

“Fantasy? Not kink?” You ask, a little stunned. 

“That's what I said.” 

“Well, it starts just like this…Though the person varies…” You start, trying to form this specific fantasy into words. Spencer nods along, watching how your face slowly turns red, and how you avoid eye contact. 

“And well they get up, maybe circle me for a second while we talk, of course, I’m oblivious to it. They slowly make their way behind me, and wrap their hand around my throat…and hands slowly wander…” 

You didn’t even notice he had gotten up. Before you feel the couch dip behind you and his breath on your neck. Spencer's hand slowly wraps around your throat, giving you enough time to stop him. 

“Like this?” his voice was low, it caused the hair on your neck to stand. You were almost frozen. 

“Do I have your permission to… continue?” You nod slowly, not trusting your voice at the moment. “Words sweetheart.” He demands, “I need verbal consent.” 

“Yes, you can continue.” You almost gasped when the hand not around your throat connected with your breast. His fingers expertly play with your hardening nipples through your tank top. 

“Good girl. Now, what else happens in this little fantasy of yours? Hm?” he asks, the grip he has on your throat expertly tightens, this isn’t the first time he’s done this. 

“T-they play with my breasts for a little…while also kissing down my shoulders and- oh my god.” A small moan leaves you, everything you describe Spencer does. His mouth is warm against your neck, unexpectedly he sucks a mark into your neck. 

“Keep going.” He tells you. 

“And then after a while their hands move down…” Again, he complies, his hand on your breasts moving downwards, messing with the elastic of your shorts. “They usually rub…me through my panties but-” before you could get another word out, Spencer's hand delved into your shorts.

“No panties? Surprising…knew a man was coming over and yet you go commando? Planning to flash me, my dear?” 

“N-no I just didn’t feel like it today.” your breath was shaky already. 

“Alright…Sorry sweetheart but since you can’t stick to your narrative we’re doing this my way. Okay?” he asks, his hand on your throat grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at him.  

You nod, luckily this time he didn’t need you to verbalize what you needed. Spencer's hands made direct contact with your clit. His fingers slowly traced circles against it. You gasp, your hips automatically bucking against his hand. 

“You this wet already? I’ve barely done anything…” you could hear the smirk in his voice, one of his fingers slowly tracing around your wet hole, before it sinks into you. A sinful squelch sound can be heard. 

Spencer sets a fast pace, he quickly finds that spongey spot inside you, and with terrifying precision targets it. He quickly brings you to the edge, your moans grow louder as each second passes. 

“Fuck-I’m close Spence-” you moan, grabbing his arm, you have no intention of stopping him, but it just feels too good. 

“You got it, cum for me, sweet girl.” He tells you, keeping the pace of his fingers. 

“Choke me again please!” you beg, Spencer chuckles but complies, his other hand tightening against your throat once again. With one squeeze you were coming undone. 

“Shit, shit I’m cumming.” you moan, your walls clenching around his fingers. Your legs clamp shut around his hand, he smiles behind you. His fingers continue to work against you until you wince in overstimulation. 

Your legs relax, spreading to let him retrieve his hand from the apex of your thighs. Spencer brings his hand up to his mouth, licking off his fingers. 

“For a germaphobe, you’re quite gross” You pant, head lolling back to look at the man behind you. He chuckles, walking into your kitchen to retrieve a damp cloth. 

“And for a profiler, you're not very observant.” He shoots back, walking towards your front, he kneels, gently removing your shorts to clean your thighs. 

“Well-” you’re retort was cut short when Spencer licked a stripe up your cunt, swirling his tongue around your already sensitive clit. 

“Careful how you talk to me. I have no restraints about fucking you over this couch.” He tells you, blowing against your clit before finally cleaning up your thighs. 

“Why not just do it now?” you ask, curious as to why he’s decided to stop here. 

“I don’t have any condoms, But I won’t hesitate to take you here and now if you even think a bratty retort.” He tells you simply. 

[lightvixxen]

college troubles

this is ENTIRELY for me but Spencer x reader w/a learning disability, specifically in math makes me🫶

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When Spencer rolled into your shared apartment at 3 A.M he was expecting to find you peacefully passed out in bed. Instead he was greeted with you sobbing at the kitchen table, homework spread out in front of you.

Spencer already knew which type of homework it was. he had found out about your learning disability when he stumbled onto your old school records. Specifically your IEP document, stating your accommodations and why you had an IEP in the first place.

"Hey, hey, whats wrong?" He asked, rushing to your side at the table, your head hung low, stray tears falling onto your papers. "Angel, look at me," his hand reached out, gently cupping your cheek and lifting your face to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"I don't...I don't understand how to..." You choked out, tears still steadily falling.

"Okay, Okay, What do you not understand about it?" His voice was soft, he pulled a chair up, sitting next to you.

"Everything! The teacher was horrible at explaining it! Even after the one on one!" You shoved your face into your hands, covering your puffy eyes. You were frustrated and exhausted, frustrated you couldn't just get the material and exhausted because you had been trying to figure it out for hours.

"Okay, How long have you been at this? let's take a break, get some sleep and return to it in the morning?"

"But it's due-" Spencer cut you off, "You get extensions you know this if he's not respecting your IEP-"

"Spence- I know I can get him fired for it, and he's respecting it...I just wish I could just do this, and not fucking cry about it because I'm frustrated!"

"You are dating someone with an IQ of 187, I'm practically a human calculator! c'mon now, let's go to bed"

You giggled and stood up, packing your math assignment up and following spencer into the bedroom.

[lightvixxen]

Hi i keep thinking about this (also pls keep in mind im only on s6 and only just finished ep2 of criminal minds so)

Imagine flying home from a case with the rest of the BAU team, somehow Prentiss and Morgan got you and JJ to join in on their conversation about who you think is kinky within the team. Privacy invasion aside it mainly resides between the four of you, which is just a bunch of deflecting, either from embarrassment or because they weren’t into it. You weren’t satisfied though, you had a sneaking suspicion Spencer was hiding more than he was letting on, so why not bring him up? Force him into the conversation?

“You know who I think is probably the most kinky one here? Reid” Morgan laughed and so did Prentiss. But you kept your eyes trained on Reid, that seemed to be enough to pull him out of his book world.

After both sets of giggled calmed down, Emily spoke up, “Reid? No way in hell, he’s too innocent!” You smiled, “exactly! C’mon its always the innocent ones!” You had his full attention now, though the others may not have noticed it (yet) his eyes were trained on you instead of his book.

“Alright, what do you think he’s into then? Submissive or dominant?” Morgan asked you, it wasn’t unusual to talk about Reid in front of him either, assuming he was too focused on his book.

“Oh he’s definitely submissive like c’mon! Probably into like bondage or something like that, I don’t know, but definitely not dominant.” Your eyes fixated on Spencer again, not missing the way his jaw clenched slightly and the way he was gripping the poor book like it was trying to run.

After the flight ended with everyone made their way back to the bullpen to collect some things only to be on their way out the door a few seconds later. You stopped at your desk, looking over the files that had been dropped off. Spencer came up behind you, he didn’t trap you in, put he leaned forward enough just to whisper in your ear.

“You know you seemed pretty confident about me on the plane, you wanna test that hypothesis? Cause you might’ve missed a few details. You know where to find me” and with that he walked out, leaving your knees buckled and a little weak.

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Aaaah this might be a little ooc, but dom!spencer has me in a chokehold rn, I will get better at writing him though! ALSO PLEASE TELL ME SOMEONE ELSE GETS THE VISION AND THIS MAKES SENSE

[lightvixxen]

Spencer Reid nsfw and sfw collection

dom or sub? blurb- nsfw themes

College troubles-SFW

[lightvixxen]

Kinktober day 3-Hand kink!

Its hereee!!! (if you see this one with Hotch later no u didn't)

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, softdom!spencer, its just handkink honestly, not proofread like usual

Spencer knew you had a thing for his hands, he figured it out a week into your relationship. He noticed the way you would focus on his hands more than his actual face. He saw the way your eyes would linger on them while he was reading, or the way you would straight up stare at them if you thought he wasn’t paying attention. 

Today you thought he wasn’t paying attention, your eyes were trained on his hands. The way they would flex ever so slightly, the veins that ran up to his forearm, and god was it hot. Your eyes were slightly glazed over, your bottom lip tucked underneath your teeth. 

Your imagination ran wild about everything those hands could do, his hands were flexible, strong. His fingers were the perfect length to hit that spot deep in you, and you couldn’t even start on how they felt wrapped around your throat or waist. 

Spencer had been watching you for the past hour, of course you were oblivious to this, too lost in your fantasies to even feel his eyes on you. 

“Darling…Is there something on your mind? You look like you're ready to eat me alive.” Spencer’s voice broke you out of your fantasy, embarrassment ran hot through your veins when you realized you had been discovered. 

“Hm? Oh, uh, no…nothing on my mind…” You mumbled, suddenly finding the bookshelf next to you to be the most interesting thing in the room. 

Your boyfriend's eyes lit up in amusement, despite dating for a few months you're still too shy to voice what you want.

“Are you sure? Cause…you’ve been staring at my hands for the past hour.” Your body freezes, racking your brain for any sensible answer, you didn’t need to though, because Spencer spoke again. 

“I think you want me to fuck you with my fingers but are too shy to ask for it.” He places his book next to him, eyes focused on you, “Am I right?” 

You sigh, hanging your head before nodding.

“Alright sweetheart, c’mere.” he said, patting his lap, clearly telling you exactly where he wanted you. 

You got up, head still hanging before walking over to your boyfriend, you sat in his lap, sitting so you were sitting on one of his thighs with your legs thrown over his other. 

Spencer smiled at you, his fingers making their way under the skirt you had decided on for that day. He gently rubbed your clothed clit causing a soft moan to fall from your lips. 

“You know you’re allowed to say when you want this, darling, no shame in it.” He tells you, and you bury your face into his neck in embarrassment. 

“It’s so embarrassing though!” you whine which turned into a low moan when he applied pressure to your aching clit. 

“It’s okay, I know you have a thing for my hands, darling, nothing to be embarrassed about.” His fingers finally breached your panties, rubbing small circles against your clit. Moans fell out of your lips, you bunched your skirt at your waist, removing your face from your boyfriend's neck so you could see his fingers at work. 

Spencer pulls down your panties so they’re bunched around your thighs, spreading your legs as much as he can. His fingers delve into your soaking hole, slowly thrusting in and out of you. 

“You're so wet and I’ve barely touched you? What were you thinking about? Hm?” he asks you, a cocky smirk replacing his normal soft smile. 

Your head lolled back and you groaned, partly admitting what you had been thinking about and partly because he was purposefully missing your g-spot with each swipe of his fingers, you could tell. 

“Fuck- I was thinking about this, Speacer please-” You could feel your legs shake, mainly from frustration of the way he could so easily miss where you needed his fingers just so he could torture you. 

“Please what?” his tone was so cocky, you couldn’t help but clench around his skillful fingers. 

“Spence-” 

“Please, what darling?” 

“Please don’t tease me, I can tell when your missing on purpose! Oh my god-” your voice when an octave higher, cause when you said that, his finger swiped against your g-spot at the same time the heel of his palm made contact with your clit. 

“Is that better?” he asked cockily, still smirking down at you. 

“Yes, fuck yes!” you could only moan, he effectivley was able to melt your brain to mush. Your hips started to buck up into his hand, you couldn’t stop them if you wanted too. Spencer chuckled at just how desperate you were, grinding yourself against his hand. 

His free arm came to support your back, and his hand between your legs added more pressure to your clit. Your moans became louder in volume, no longer caring enough to try and hold them back. 

“Spencer, I’m so close, holy shit-” 

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me, darling?” he asked, speeding his hand up, he wanted you to reach that blissful peak as much as you did yourself. 

“Yes- Spencer! I’m gonna cum!” you moaned, your eyes rolled into the back of your head. 

“Go ahead, darling, cum all over my fingers like I know you want too.” His words were enough to send you over the edge, your mouth open in a silent scream. Your mind went pleasantly blank, white hot pleasure surrounding it. 

After a few seconds your body went limp in Spencer’s arms, a satisfied smile on your lips. Your eyes shot open when you felt him move his hand against your sensitive clit. 

“What? You thought I was done? Oh, sweetheart…I’m just getting started.”

[lightvixxen]

Kinktober day 1- biting

this doesn't have smut but its all possesive spencer!<3

18+ minors DNI, not proof read

Spencer, for everything that he does, was a biter. Surprisingly enough for a germaphobe he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into your shoulder, or neck, or anywhere really. 

Though it definitely got worse after he was in prison, a possessive man replacing your boyfriend who was scared to even leave a hickey on you. After his time in prison they started marking you more, never letting you go long without a fresh hickey. You’ve had to add more turtlenecks into your wardrobe because of it. 

Like right now, you were cuddled against his chest, he was sitting so his back rested against the couches arms, you were sitting on his lap, head resting against his shoulder as you watched TV. You were focused on the documentary Spencer had put on, which gave him ample time to just look at you.  He thought you were adorable when you were focused on something, this being no exception. 

His eyes wandered down from admiring your face to your throat, noticing the fading marks he had left there the previous week. He gently moved your hair away from your shoulder, seeing which ones have already faded. 

“They’re fading…” He mumbled, dragging his thumb over one of the hickeys on the side of your neck. 

“Hm?” you hummed, eyes glancing over at your boyfriend. 

“The hickeys, their fading, its only been a week…they usually last two.” Spencer repeated. 

“Oh yeah, I have an important meeting tommorow so i’ve been working to get them to fade faster-” you stated, not thinking about how it may affect the possesiveness that resides in Spencer. 

“What? Why? Can’t you just wear a turtle neck? Those are professional.” 

“Yeah but it’s business casual, and besides I have this cute dress I wanna wear for it, and I can’t exactly have hickeys covering my neck.” you laughed slightly, turning your attention back to the TV. 

Spencer pouted, eyeing your throat, trying to fight the need to mark you up, claim you as his. 

He ultimately lost this battle, wrapping his arms around your back he surged forward, biting at your throat. You gasped, feeling his teeth scrape against the column of your neck. 

“Spencer! Ah- No! I have that meeting, you can’t-” your hands tangled in his hair, pulling on it as an attempt to pull him away from you. But spencer was both determined and strong. Stronger than you, his arms tightend around you and he grunted. Refusing to budge, he bit down on the junction between your neck and shoulder. You moaned, it was a battle of will at this point and you were losing.  

“Spencer!” His hands tangled in your hair, craining your neck back for easier  access. You gave up on trying to push him away, sighing at the feeling of him sucking marks into your throat, you all but yelp when you feel him finally bite down. 

“Gotta let everyone there know your taken” 

“I’m pretty sure they already do spence, some of the marks are impossible to hide, even with makeup!” 

“That's the point, darling.”

[lightvixxen]

Ok ok not smutty but cutesy new years with Spence

You’re at a lil party for your work that you told Spence about and he said he’d be there but he’s running late. Midnight is inching closer and closer and he’s still not around at the 10 second mark butttt everyone yells “3! 2! 1!” And at “1” someone’s grabbing your wrist and turning you around for a kiss and you smile into his lips knowing it was Spence.

He had gotten stuck at work and then stuck in traffic but wanted to make sure he was kissing you at midnight🥰

NO STOPPPP he’s so apologetic but he grabs onto your waist and kisses you like his life DEPENDS on it, like he’s putting his ALL into it, he wants to go into the new year making sure you KNOW he loves you, and once you break away he’s SOOO apologetic because he got stuck doing paper work…also i keep imagining the second you guys kiss fire works go off and the timing is just perfect!!!

[lightvixxen]

Kinktober day 6-public

Another short one! I apologize, but this one is a little better imo, again it was kinda rushed.

You didn’t expect to end up in a dark alleyway behind a bar, your skirt hiked up with your panties around your ankels, espeially not with your co-worker, Spencer Reid. You didn’t peg him for the public type, given his germaphobia. 

Your back was against the wall, Spencer was on his knees infront of you, and one of your legs were hiked onto his shoulder. You were positive that was the only thing keeping you upright, given he was eating you out like he was possessed. 

“Spencer!” you moaned, “I’m gonna cum- fuck-” one of your hands tangled in his curly locks, a silent plea for him to stay where he was. 

“Cum, cum on my face pretty girl.” You could feel his smirk on you, and how it grew when your hips started grinding against his face,chasing your high, moans falling out og your lips, your free hand came up to cover your mouth, not wanting to be discovered by someone passing. 

Spencer grabbed your arm, forcing it down to your side. 

“We’re not gonna get caught here, darling, trust me” He tells you, before going back to sucking on your clit, his words paired with the suction of his lips sent you over the edge. 

“Spence! Fuck- I’m cumming- I’m cumming!” you moaned loudly, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins. 

Spencers effort doubled down, working you through your orgasm. 

After a few minutes, you tugged on his hair, a attempt to get him off of you. Spencer removed his mouth from you, rising to his full height. Your legs immediately buckled, now that you didn’t have him supporting you. You didn’t get far before Spencer was catching you. 

“Lets get you home, so I can properly fuck you.” Spencer wrapped his arm around you, supporting your weight. Arousal shot through you once more. 

“Yes please!”

[lightvixxen]

Kinktober day 2-knife play with Unsub!spencer reid

Happy kinktober day 2!

WARNINGS: 18+ mndi, Dom!spencer reid, Spencer actually cuts reader with a knife, mean!spencer, sub!reader, spencer is kinda toxic, NOT PROOF READDD as usualll

Spencer was not a good man, never claimed to be, at least for as long as he’s known you. He had you pinned against a bed in the motel you’ve taken a temporary residence in, a knife placed against your throat. Spencers legs were on either side of yours, the hand that wasn’t holding the knife was next to your head, supporting his weight. 

He looked down at you like you were nothing, just the scum beneath his shoe, which you guessed was accurate in a way. You were there purely for his pleasure and leverage. In a best case scenario, you were a hostage, worst case an accomplice. 

The knife against your throat was close enough to draw blood, he could kill you here and now, you stared up at him with nothing but love, you were a little ashamed at the fact you could feel a wetness building up in your panties, only a little though. You clench your thighs together as subtly as you can. Of course this didn’t go unnoticed by the man above you. 

His eyes drop to your legs, a smirk creeping onto his face as he breathily laughs. 

“Really? Your into this? God your sicker than I am, my darling.” Spencer moved the knife away from your throat, moving down so its against your chest instead. His head dips down, kissing the sensitive flesh that was yout throat. 

He twists the knife so that the sharp edge is against your clothing, and without looking, he cuts your shirt off of you. 

You didn’t even know it was happening until you heard a RIIIIIP  sound, looking down you noticed your shirt was in tatters. 

“Spencer!” you almost screamed, “That was one of my good ones!” Spencer rolled his eyes, he could care less about what he destroyed, especially if it was yours. 

“I’ll buy you a new outfit, just shut up.” He growls, moving the fabric off of you with the knife, he drags the knife down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Spencer takes his time with undressing you, calculated cuts, threatening to knick you each time you so much as whined about him cutting your clothing. 

Once you were fully undressed and your clothes laid in a torn pile Spencer raised himself to sit on his knees, admiring his work, admiring you. 

“Look at you, so pretty…” He mumbled, running the knife against your bare skin, he ran the tip of the knife against the top of your breasts, slowly slicing the skin there. You hissed in pain, sucking air through yout teeth, forcing yourself not to screamn as tears welled up behind your eyes. 

“I should write my name here…Make it so you’ll always have a memory of me, even if I get caught.” He hums, lifting the knife up briefly, “But I won’t, because I actually do want you to go free, if you don’t end up killed.” 

“Wouldn’t carving your name into me only solidify the fact I was a hostage-” you gasped, Spencer had lifted your legs so they were resting on his thighs, forcing you to bare your naked cunt to him. You flinched at the sudden cool air against your hot cunt, your thighs were drenched in your wetness. Spencer tsked once he saw the mess that was between your thighs, before moving one of his hands to unbuckle his belt. 

“No…They know me too well, I’m a possessive man, darling, I like to mark what is mine” Spencer leaned down to suck a mark into your skin, just above the small incision he made to prove his point. The hand that had undone his belt moved to dive into your soaked cunt. You moaned, throwing your head back as he dipped two fingers into you. 

Spencer was no doubtedly good with his hands, and his memory only helped him, he played you like a god damn instrument, he found your g-spot in a matter of seconds, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a ruthless pace. You were hurtling towards the edge in the matter of seconds. 

“Spencer! Fuck- I’m gonna cum too soon please-!” You begged him, this was an almost endless cycle, him forcing you over that edge over and over again whenever he got the chance. 

“Please what? Speed up? Slow down? What do you want baby?” he asks you, his voice was condenciending, a fake pout crossed his features seeing your eyes well up with tears again. Soon enough your body spasamed as your orgasm overtook you. After a few seconds you finally came down from your high, your body pleasurably numb. 

Spencer removed his cock from its confines, you whimpered at the sight, his cock was impossibly pretty, the tip was an angry shade of red, most likely from being confined in the tight slacks he wears. 

“Now, I’m going to fuck you and I swear to god if I hear one complaint or scream from you I’m fucking you with the knife, got it?” You nodded quickly, Spencer shot you a look, a silent way of saying he wanted verbal confirmation. 

“Yes.” Spencer smiled, satisfied with your answer, before slowly sinking his cock into your sensitive hole. He bottomed out quickly, your last orgams proving to having loosened you up enough to take him with little to no restraint. 

Once he was fully sheathed in you, his hand with the knife, that had been forgotten admist your orgasmic haze, brought it so it was resting against your throat once again. You suddenly snapped out of the brain fog that had surrounded you, acutely aware of the cold steel pressed against your throat, threatening to slice it at a given moment. 

You opened your mouth to scream, but Spencer pressed the knife closer to your throat. 

“Ah ah, It better not be a scream, don’t forget what I told you.” You gulped, and Spencer started moving, he started out slow before ruthlessly thrusting into you. He had a sadistic glint in his eye, obviously enjoying the fact your life rested in his hands. 

It wasn’t long before both Spencer and you were cumming, typically he would need to be patient with you, but the adrenaline of the knife pressed against your throat had you closer to the edge of bliss faster than normal. 

Spencer released himself into you, painting your inner walls with his cum, you moaned loudly, that being enough to finally tip you over the edge. 

After a few minutes you both were a panting mess, and Spencer smirked at you. 

“So, knife play? Didn’t think you were that much of a freak.” 

[lightvixxen]

Kinktober day 7- hunter/prey

finally a longer fic! this one is a little over 1k! This couldddd be classified as CNC but i have other plans for that day >:3

WARNINGS: breeding kink, slight degradation, thats it!

Your lungs burned, your breath coming out in short gasps of air. You couldn’t stop, not with him hot on your trail. You ducked behind a tree, desperately trying to catch your breath. Exhaustion pulled at your limbs, your legs hurt from running and your chest hurt from the way your heart and lungs were pounding against it.

You looked around the woods you were in, trying to find Spencer, he was fast, and surprisingly with his tall stature, good at hiding. You leaned against the tree you were behind, a sigh of relief at your short break, closing your eyes you were finally able to catch your breath. 

Then, you hear a twig snap, your eyes shoot open, looking at your surroundings again, you spot him, the dress shirt and slacks he was wearing harsh against the woods colors. You took off, he was too close, and you weren’t done quite yet. 

Of course, it didn’t take long for him to catch you. You couldn’t have gotten more than a few feet before you were being tackled to the ground. There was a distinctive click of handcuffs before he forced your arms behind your back, cuffing you.

“There, maybe that’ll keep you from running, bunny.” Spencer pants, obviously out of breath from the chase you had given him. You both loved it, this is what you did on his weekends off, drive into a desolate part of the woods and let him chase you into it. Great training as well, double win. 

Spencer dragged his hands down your body, before flipping you over so you were on your back, laying on your hands. 

“You're so pretty like this, bunny…completely at my mercy.” This was the scene, he was a hunter, something akin to a wolf and you were his pretty bunny. 

Spencer undid your jeans, he never lets you wear a skirt or dress during these, mainly because he thinks they slow you down. He pulls them off your body, before pulling your panties down with them and stuffing them into his back pocket. He throws your jeans somewhere in the dirt, before flipping you around again. 

He lifts your hips so you are face down ass up. He smacks your ass once, causing you to yelp and jump slightly, Spencer chuckles behind you. He pulls your pussy lips apart, smirking at the slick that had gathered during the chase. 

“I haven’t done anything to you bunny, and yet you're so wet” he says, watching the way it slowly drips down your pussy, coating the inside of your thighs. 

“Can’t help it…” You whimpered, moaning when Spencer leans down to blow on your cunt, before licking a stripe against your hole. 

“I know, baby, just can’t wait to be used, hm?” Spencer asks, sitting up onto his knees, He unbuckles his belt, you shiver at the metallic jingling, knowing what was to come. 

You nodded, wiggling your hips to emphasize how much you needed him. Spencer places one hand on your hip, bracing himself, and with the other he lined himself up with your hole, pushing into you. 

A low moan falls from your lips, Spencer was big, not necessarily in girth but in length, he was tall and skinny, which was a pattern his cock kept. It took everything in you from rocking your hips back and taking him all in, you really didn’t need the punishment that follows it. 

It didn’t take long before Spencer was completely bottomed out, his cock completely sheathed in your cunt. 

“Spence!” you moaned, you were so fucking full and he wasn’t moving, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching where your bodies connected.

“Patience, bunny, we’ve talked about this.”  He scolds you, before he finally starts moving. The pace was slow but deep, enough to pull softs moans that were like music to his ears from your throat. He kept the pace like that for a while, letting your body get used to the pleasure of him being in you. 

Spencer grabbed onto your hips with both hands before he finally became rough. Which of course had your soft moans turning into loud moans and whines, his hands dug into your hips, which you knew were going to leave bruises later. 

His cock was hitting that spot deep in you, you were seeing stars, your brain becoming mush with pleasure. 

“Sir! Oh my god, yes! Yes! Just like that please!” you begged, your eyes rolling back into your head, you were approaching your climax, and fast. 

“Yeah? You gettin close bunny? Gonna cum on my cock?” He asks you, fucking into you at a brual pace. 

“Yes! Can I? Pleasepleaseplease sir! Please!” you begged him, hoping he would let you cum instead of denying you. 

“You can, Bunny, just don’t complain when you get overstimulated.” He tells you, his own moans falling from his mouth, you knew he was close aswell, Spencer mainly got vocal when his own orgasm was close. 

You nodded, a few mintues later white hot pleasure ripped through your body and your vision went black for a few seconds, and your cunt clenched around Spencers cock, sucking him in, your body begging for him to cum inside of you. 

“Good girl, good- Fuck- I’m close, want me to cum in you, bunny? Breed you like the whore you are?” Spencer asks, leaning down so his mouth was next to your ear. 

“Fuck- Yes- yes, Please, cum in me Spencer!” Specer moans loudly, thrusting into you a few more times, before thrusting all the way in you, the base of his cock against your lips, unloading his cum deep in you. You moaned, feeling him coat your inner walls. 

The only thing you could hear was the sound of your labored breathing, a sheen of sweat covering you both. Spencer pulled out of you, causing you to wince slightly from overstimulation. Spencer pulled your lips apart again, watching his cum drip out of you. Collecting it with his fingers he pushes it back into you, causing you to whine. 

“Can’t waste any.” He tells you, before unlocking the handcuffs and pulling you down to lay with him on the dirt floor. 

“Are you okay? I didn’t go too rough did I?” He asks you, worridly, It was weird how Spencer could go from a dominant man, hellbent on getting you to scream, to the sweetest guy on the planet. 

“I’m fine, I’ll just be a little sore for the next day or two.” you tell him, resting your head on his chest. 

“Good” He smiles, kissing your head.

[lightvixxen]

Kinktober day 4-sensory deprivation

I'm sorry but this one is short :( i might do a full fic for this eventually.

WARNIGS: d/s dynamic, dom!spencer (I think this is a given honestly-) overstimulation. Blindfolds (Obvi) NOT PROOF READ LIKE NORMAL

You can feel Spencer slowly walking around the bed, watching you. You were currently tied up, your hands bound to the bed frame, with an blindfold covering your eyes. You felt like prey under the hungry eyes of your boyfriend. 

You tried to listen to where he was, focusing on any noise your eyes to catch, but the downside of dating a FBI agent is that he walks dead silently. Years of training coming through with light footsteps that make no noise. 

You jumped when he placed a hand on your thigh, earning a chuckle from the man. He was enjoying this, most likely more than you were. 

You heard a ‘click’  of a button before a low buzzing noise, Spencer pried your legs apart, suddenly a strong vibration attacked your senses, ripping a loud moan from your throat. You didn’t know what setting it was on, let alone which one it was, but you could feel everything.  The blindfold proving to heighten your senses. 

Your hips bucked up, you couldn’t tell if you were trying to get away from the assault on your cunt or chase the pleasure. 

“Spence! Sir- please, its too much!” you could feel tears welling behind your eyes, tears of overstimulation and pleasure, and you hadn’t even cum once yet. 

“Its not even on the highest setting sweetheart, you can take it.” is all the response you got from him, before he made the vibrator go to the next setting. 

“It is interesting though, the blindfold really does heighten your senses.” Spencer held your hips down, forcing you to feel every bit of the harsh vibrations on your clit. He was treating this like a fucking experiment. 

With your senses being heightened your orgasam was building fast, you couldn’t see what he was doing to you but you could feel it. 

“I’m gonna cum- fuck, I’m close Spence-” 

“Go ahead, sweet girl.” Spencer moved the vibrator around your clit in slow circles, watching for your reaction when he hit an especially sensitive spot. He knew he found it based on the way yout back arched, and another loud moan escaped your lips. Smirking to himself he kept it there. 

When your orgasam washed over you it was powerful, hot pleasure travelling through your nervous system. Your legs shaking, hips attempting to escape the vibrations but ultimately being stopped by your boyfriend. 

After your orgasm subsided your boyfriend did not, the bastard even upped it to the next setting, your back was practically permanently arched from what he was doing to you. 

“Spencer! It’s too much, I can’t!” you moaned, head falling back against the pillows. 

“Yes you can, darling, that was just the first one, now keep those legs spread or they’re getting bound too.”

[lightvixxen]

Kinktober day 5- Wax play

This is not good at all, I was kinda rushing it because I had NO idea what to do! but I hope you guys enjoy it, and I apologize for it being so late, Hopefully, I can get 7 & 8 out today as well!!

You whined, gasping for air as Spencer pored wax on your stomach. You had brought up wax play to him, and he had bought a skin safe candle the next day.

You think he was enjoying it more then you were though, based on the almost sadistic smirk on his lips. He moved the wax to were it dripped onto your breasts, being careful to avoid your nipples. 

“Sir, fuck- Please-” you didn’t know what you were begging for, if you wanted him to fuck you already or to keep going. 

“What, my Darling?” He asks you, moving the candle up once more to cover your chest. 

“Can you just fuck me already!” You pleaded, desperate for your boyfriends cock, you had your fun with the wax now you just wanted him. 

“I don’t know darling, you are the one who wanted this…” He smirked, moving the candle to drip onto your thighs, again making sure to stay away from your most sensitive areas, not wanting an injury. You whined, moving to grab his hand that was holding the wax. He immediately grabbed your hand with his free hand, pinning it above your head. 

“Now, now, do I have to tie you up?” You shook your head, relaxing back into the bed. 

“Thats what I thought…” Spencer pulled down his boxers, freeing his cock. “Now I’ll fuck you…with the exception we keep the wax in, deal?” 

“Yes! Please just fuck me!” 

Spencer lined himself up with your leaking hole, evidence that you were enjoying the scene playing out. He slowly pushed into your cunt, slowly bottoming out. 

After that, Spencer set a brutal pace, fucking you fast and hard, just the way he knew you liked it. 

It only took you both a few minutes before you reached your highs. 

[lightvixxen]

tis the season my lovelies

Lightvixxens kinktober prompt list.

This is my first kinktober so I’m playing it by ear but i cannot WAIT to start writing these, though they will most likely differ in wc depending on the prompt🫶 also MOST of these will be Spencer x reader but some will probably be robin or nancy x reader

All fics can be found under #lightvixxens kinktober

Day 1-biting

Day 2-knife play

Day 3-hand kink

Day 4-sensory deprivation

Day 5- wax play

Day 6- public

Day 7-hunter/prey

Day 8-mask

Day 9-cnc

Day 10-edging

Day 11-overstimulation

Day 12-double penetration

Day 13- corruption kink

Day 14-costume

Day 15-voice kink

Day 16-over the phone

Day 17-sexting

Day 18-teasing

Day 19-table/desk sex

Day 20-gun kink

Day 21-size kink

Day 22-formal

Day 23-choking

Day 24-exhibition

Day 25-dacryphilia

Day 26-video

Day 27-sex toys

Day 28-somnophila

Day 29-cockwarming

Day 30-free use

Day 31-fear play