#soft dom!spencer

[bubbleebubz]

could you do a Spencer reid x reader smut where they are trying new positions in bed and even try some rougher sex and the reader ends up squirting for the first time

Now I remember

SMUTTTTTTT

Tysm for requesting! I hope you enjoy it ♡♡

"The thingy said you gotta move your leg baby" Spencer says gently.

"HOW?" I say struggling.

We both break out into a laughter, as he gets off me.

"OHHH now i remember, ok I'm going to sit down, and your going to squat over my lap, facing away, and I'm going to do this" He says, as I get into position, swiftly pushing his cock up and into me, knocking the air from my lungs.

"MGH~" I choke out causing him to chuckle.

I slowly start to bounce, the pleasure being to much for me to even be able to try and move.

"AH ah ah, that's not how this is" He says, I feel his grin on my neck, as he leaves neck kisses from behind, holding my legs from behind my knees, leaning my against him.

"Yoh ready baby?"

"Fuck yes"

Chuckling at how needy I am, he thrusts his hips up into me at a rapid pace.

Now a moaning mess, he turns me to face him, now straddling his lap, he fucks up into me, hard and faster than before.

"Fuck Spence I'm gonna cum I cant" I moan out.

"Common Sweetheart, be a good girl and cum on my cock" He says, kissing me hard.

His words do something to me and I feel liquid pour down me, coating his cock in my juices.

"Fuck baby, you squirted for me" He chuckles, before releasing into me with a deep groan.

"Have you ever done that before?" He asks

I shake my head no, and snuggle into his chest, his cock still inside me.

[cancersunthatsit]

[stairain]

Daddy's Little Helper.

Spencer wants nothing more than to show his appreciation for you babysitting his daughter, but by giving you a baby of your own was not what you expected. 

Warnings: Soft Dom Spencer, age gap (10+), innocence kink, breeding kink, loss of virginity, praise, nicknames, creampie, you want him to get you pregnant.  

WC: 6.3K​​

You were Spencer’s babysitter for his daughter, and it had been a long night for the both of you. Spencer had been out late on a case he knew would take a while, and he was more than grateful you were willing to stay for so long while he was away.

It was almost midnight now, and you were sitting on the couch in his living room after you had put her to bed. You were watching TV and absentmindedly scrolling on your phone as you waited for him to arrive home.

You looked up at the sound of the front door opening, and you immediately recognized the footsteps. You put down your phone immediately, your first thought was to stand up and meet him at the door.

As you watch the door open, you greet a very tired Spencer with a welcoming smile.

“Good evening sir, she’s upstairs sleeping now.”

Spencer smiles at you, putting down his coat on the nearby coat rack and walking towards you. 

“Thank you, you’re an angel.. How did she do tonight?" He replied, stopping directly in front of you, and looking down into your eyes with a warm smile on his face.

You crane your neck up slightly to look up at him and return the smile, nervously. You’d be lying if you said his figure looming over you didn’t intimidate you in the best way possible.

“She was really good, less crying than last time.” You say with a small chuckle. “She missed you a lot, though..”

"Awh, I missed her too." Spencer replied, his smile growing as he reached out to put his hand on your lower back, his thumb subconsciously tracing the outline of your shirt.

"It's always a challenge to leave her with a babysitter, you know? But I'm sure you made it more bearable for her." He added, still with the same smile on his face as he looked down at you.

At his soft touch, your body freezes and a red hot blush covers your face. And you weren’t sure if it was because he was tired, or because of something else, but the way his eyes were hooded and trained on you, it made your mouth run dry.

“Y-Yeah, she seems to really like me.”

Your blush caught Spencer's attention, and it caused his smile to grow even wider. He continued to rest his hand on your lower back, as you two continued to stand in the hallway right next to the stairs.

"Well, she's a smart kid. I'm sure she can tell you're good with her. So I'm very glad that she likes you." He said, before looking up the stairs for a moment. 

"She has good taste." He absentmindedly added, with a chuckle. And he had said it so slyly you would’ve missed it if you weren’t so positively entranced by everything he did. 

Your eyes widened at his words, but you brushed it off.

“I’m sure she’d like any other babysitter the same..” You try to avert your gaze from his face, trying to look everywhere but at him.

The father could tell that you were not telling the truth in the slightest. He chuckled again anyway. 

"I think you’re too hard on yourself. I'm sure she wouldn't like just any babysitter." Spencer said, as he reached a hand up to brush back the hair behind your ear. "I know my daughter wouldn't anyway. So don't sell yourself short." He paused for a moment, and then smiled again.

"You know, you can look at me." He added, with a small laugh. His hand reached out to gently grip your chin, and move your jaw so you were forced to look up at him. 

You nervously chuckled to yourself and your eyes darted back up to meet him, and you gave him a bashful smile.

“I-I guess so.. just happy I can make her happy.”

He nodded.

"She's not the only one that you make happy, you know." He said, with a soft tone to his voice and a warm smile on his face. He looked deep into your eyes as he spoke.

"I'm very happy that you're here." He added, with a small chuckle. "I wouldn't have anyone else taking care of her besides you."

“That’s very kind of you, sir. I’m glad I’m able to help out around here.” 

The atmosphere around the two of you is quiet, and there’s an undistinguished tension between you and him.

Spencer seemed to realize the tension between you two suddenly, and he put his other hand on your waist, his thumbs starting to trace soft circles on your skin. He lowered his face until it was only inches from yours, still smiling softly. 

"How about you forget about the whole babysitter thing now? You can stop calling me sir now." He added, with a hint of a flirtatious tone to his voice.

You huff out a small laugh and flash a smile. You could feel his breath on your skin, even though he wasn’t even that close.

“Just seems like the respectful thing to do, and you, out of all people, deserve it the most.” Your eyes pan up to his, looking into his sultry eyes. 

Spencer smiled even wider at that; he was used to women flirting with him, but you were.. different. 

"Well, in that case... Why don't you come a little bit closer and you can just call me Spencer?" He replied, his tone now openly flirting with you as his hands began to trace lower on your body, now resting on your hips.

Your breath hitches and you swallow before stepping once towards him. Your eyes frantically darted all over his face and even around the room, your nerves running wild as he stared down at you as if you were his prey.

Spencer leaned in closer, his face less than inches from yours now. He looked deep into your eyes, his own heart beating a little faster now as he looked over your features. He wanted to touch you... he wanted to kiss you... but he wanted to make sure this was what you wanted too. 

"Can I?" He asked quietly, his voice nothing more than a soft whisper now. He had an idea of what you would answer, but he wanted you to say it yourself.

You felt yourself get backed up onto the wall of the hallway as he pressed himself closer to you. 

“C-Can you what, sir?”

"Can I.. kiss you?" Spencer said quietly, as he leaned in a little closer now. He put his hand up to rest on your cheek, his fingers gently running over it as he placed his other hand on your shoulder. His face was only inches from yours at this point, and his eyes were only on your lips as he waited patiently for you to answer

You swallow and your eyes shine with adoration for the older man. You find yourself nodding, giving him the confirmation he so desperately wanted.

He smiled softly at your answer, before leaning in even closer, his forehead now touching yours as he looked deep into your eyes once again. He moved his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as his lips softly touched yours. His lips pressed against yours slowly, passionately, as he kissed you... a light, soft kiss at first, before his tongue parted your lips a little and he began to kiss you a little more passionately now. It was obvious how much he wanted this.

A soft moan spills from your mouth at the way he touched you, you felt your back pressed harder against the wall as he pushed himself closer to you.

Spencer moaned quietly back, a soft sound of desire and pleasure escaping his lips as he put more of his weight on you. He pulled away for a second, looking down into your eyes as he gently brushed the hair back off your face.

"Is this okay?" He asked, wanting you to feel fully comfortable with this, but at the same time, not wanting to stop. It felt too good.

You nod in his hold and lick over your lip, biting at it as you look up at him with wide eyes. 

“Yes.. Sir.”

Spencer smiled at your answer before he continued to kiss you again, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth as he kissed you with force, his throat making a series of soft noises as his lips touched yours over and over again.

His hands were on your body the whole time; his hands moved from your back to just below your hips, as one of them began to drift under your shirt and began to trace over your skin, his long fingers drawing lazy, soft circles on your rib cage.

Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his fingers on your skin, it sent a shiver up your spine and made you tremble in his strong hold.

"You feel so good.." Spencer said quietly as he continued to kiss you, his tongue touching yours once again. 

"You are so beautiful, angel.." Spencer added, before kissing you again. His other hand started to inch under your shirt, tracing up your skin, moving further and further up.

Your eyes roll back into your head at the sensation and you sigh in pleasure. “T-Thank you.. Spence..”

He smiled before beginning to kiss your neck, tracing the line of your collarbone with his tongue. His hand slowly continued to inch up your shirt, his fingers resting just below the line of your bra now.

A land hand splays over the fabric of your cups, and he gives an experimental squeeze to your chest. 

"Does that feel good?" Spencer said softly, his voice breathless and full of desire now.

His tongue left a wet trail on your skin, and you bit your plush lip at his touch on your bra.

“Yes.. Sir.”

He smiled at your answer, before kissing you again as he began to slide your shirt off over your shoulders. 

"Good girl," He mumbled against your lips, before breaking off the kiss.

"Now... turn around," He added, his voice still soft and breathless as he whispered into your ear, as his hands pulled your shirt off of you entirely.

You nod and immediately turn around on the wall so your palms are pressed against it, waiting for his next move.

With a soft chuckle, Spencer began to put his hands on the clasps of your bra, gently moving them under their hooks and pulling your bra off as soon as he got a good enough hold on it.

Once he had your bra fully off, he let it slide to the floor before he stepped closer to you, standing behind you as he leaned down and began to kiss your neck and your shoulders. You could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass, and your body involuntarily arched back to grind onto his cock. 

His mouth dropped in a low groan as he felt you arch back into his touch, and he continued to kiss your shoulder now, before biting down hard, leaving a mark.

Your face twisted in a look of pure pleasure and a bit of pain at the bite on your shoulder, and you let out a visceral moan. All you wanted to be was good for him. Spencer leaned down closer to you, whispering in your ear. 

"God, you're so good for me," He mumbled softly, taking your ear in his mouth and biting on it lightly. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties at this point, his words doing nothing to help the arousal that was rushing through your body. 

Spencer smiled against your skin as he heard the moans, and he quickly nipped at your skin again. He was being careful not to bite down too hard, but he still liked causing you to feel a little bit of pain with his kisses.

"That's my girl.." Spencer whispered into your ear, leaning his weight on you now as his hands were clamped around your hips. "So beautiful."

You nodded subconsciously at his praise and let him do whatever he wanted to you. He kissed your neck again as he moved his hands up to the waist of your jeans.

"Can I?" His thumb began to run down the front of your jeans, playing with the buttons that adorned the denim.  

"Can I?" He repeated, and you moaned when you felt his large land dip down between your thighs, and grab gently at your clothed cunt. The friction the fabric provided against you, as well as his touch on you had you thinking there was no doubt you were soaking through your pants at this point. 

You rub your thighs together at the feeling of him grabbing you, and stroking over you. You nod with a soft moan. 

"P-Please.."

Spencer smiled at your answer, before he leaned down and picked you up by the waist, hoisting you off of the ground a little as he started walking towards the guest bedroom. He walked past the living room and kicked the door to the bedroom open, before walking towards the bed and laying you down onto it.

The way he lowered you down and splayed you out on the mattress made you feel like a princess, and knew he wouldn’t stop until you truly felt like one. 

"I've been waiting such a long time to do this." He murmured softly as he began to unbutton your jeans.

"How long, sir..?" You moaned out, sinking back into the soft sheets of his bed as you felt him frantically push the buttons through their holes, and yank down your zipper.

"Since the moment I met you," He replied quietly, his focus going entirely on undressing you.

"You're even more perfect than I thought you'd be." Spencer's hands moved down into the sides of the jeans once they were undone, and began to slide them down your legs.

When you were left in only your panties, he reached a hand to lightly rub his thumb over your covered clit, making you gasp in surprise. A shaky hand went to grab Spencer’s hand. 

Spencer smiled at your touch, but squeezed your hand.

"How come you're always so nervous whenever I touch you?" He asked gently. He wanted you to feel relaxed with him.. and he hoped that you would be able to soon.

"Don't be afraid to just relax and enjoy it." He added, giving you a soft, supportive smile as he continued to lightly rub over your sensitive bundle. 

“I-I’ve never…” Your voice trailed off gently, hoping he would get the gist. He was the first person to ever touch you like this, and on top of that, he intimidated you like no other, but you loved it.

Spencer could tell from the comment that you left unspoken that you'd never been this intimate with anyone before.. and the thought had him feeling almost possessive over you.

"I'll go slow, okay?" He replied softly, letting go of your hand and removing his touch from you. "But I need you to trust me."

His soft, comforting tone made you shiver, and you nodded your head the best you could as you laid against the bed, trying your best to relax.

“I trust you, Sir.”

His eyes lit up at your answer, and he smiled gently.

"Good girl." Spencer replied, before leaning in and kissing you passionately, his arms moving around your body as he pulled you up closer to him. His hands snaked around your waist and made you arch in his hold. 

He broke the kiss after a few seconds and looked deep into your eyes again, and you could feel impatient fingers slide underneath the bands of your underwear.

"Now... let's get the rest of your clothes off... I'm very impatient right now." He said with a small chuckle. He sits up between your legs and as his fingers reach down to pull down your panties, your breath gets caught in your throat. 

“W-What’s got you so ri-riled up.. Sir?”

"What's got me so riled up? Well..." Spencer replied quietly, with a hint of a smile on his face. 

"I've been wanting this for so long, princess. Seeing you everyday... and being unable to do all the things that I want to do.. It has been killing me. So I hope you can understand why I wouldn't want to waste a moment more."

You nod and press your legs together to make it easier for him to remove your panties. His desperation made your skin burn, and your panties wet.

Once Spencer had your panties off, he let out a soft, breathless chuckle, his face clearly showing how much he was enjoying himself. Your cunt was glistening in the soft warm light of the lamp on the nightstand.  

“There we go..." He whispered, his voice full of desire now as he let his eyes wander up and down your body. 

"You're so beautiful." He added, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

You could hear the pure adoration in his voice, and it only turned you on more. A shy blush creeped up onto your face at his praise. 

"You're really turning me on here... I just want you so much.." Spencer whispered quietly as he leaned back down to you now, gently biting on your ear as he kissed you softly. His hands moved down to your hips, moving along your bare curves and up your back now.

"You're so perfect." He added softly. His voice showed just how much he meant it. You were just so perfect for him. 

“How much do you want me, sir?” His touch felt intoxicating on your skin, you could feel yourself melting in his hold. 

"More than.. more than you could possibly imagine..." Spencer replied softly, taking your face in his hands. "I want you so bad I can't take it.." He added, his voice breathless with desire. 

“What do you want to do to me..?” Your wide eyes meet his lust clouded ones.

"I want to touch you in more ways than I ever have before.." Spencer replied, his face moving back down to your neck as he began to kiss it again.

"I want to know every part of your body." He added softly. "Every.. beautiful.. inch." Spencer whispered breathily as his hand left your face to start moving down to the curve of your ass, as if he was checking over your body to make sure this was real, to make sure you were really here with him. He seemed to be loving the moment, taking every little detail of this moment in.

As you felt his movements become needier and impatient, you found the smallest bit of courage in you to whimper out. 

“P-Please be gentle, Sir..”

Spencer smiled at your request and nodded slightly.

"I promise to be gentle..." He whispered, the touch of his breath against your skin sending a tingle through your body now. The tip of his tongue moved up to your ear now, and he began to run his tongue around the shell of it in little circles.

"But you've got to understand that I am extremely eager right now.. I want you so bad it hurts, angel.” Spencer said, his voice full of desire as he continued to kiss your neck.

“I-I understand, Sir..” Your shoulder jolts at the feeling of his tongue on your ear, and your skin raises at his words on your skin.

"Good girl..." he replied quietly, before continuing to kiss your neck as he moved down to your shoulders.

"Where... would you like me to start?" Spencer asked softly, his eyes flickering as he looked over your naked body, he had so many plans of his own for you, but this was about you. He’d ruin you later.

“A-Anywhere you want, sir.. You know best.. I want you to take care of me.”

His eyes flashed with a soft, playful smile.

"Well why don't you just lay there and let me take care of you, then, alright?" He whispered into your ear, as his hand began to move down over your base chest. His hands stopped to take your sensitive buds into his fingers, gently twisting them. It made you arch and whimper in a way that almost made his body give out from above you.

"I need to show how much I want you.." Spencer added softly, his voice heavy with passion and the need to protect you.

You nodded and tried to relax your body, feeling all too tense in this moment despite how much you wanted him to.

He smiled as he felt your body relax under his touch, as his hand moved over your breasts.

"Relax... You're perfect. You're perfect for me.. And I'm going to treat you like it." Spencer whispered softly, before his hand began to move down to your stomach.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" He asked, as his hand began to reach your lower stomach. "Or does it make you too hot?" He added, his voice still full of desire.

“I-I like it.. I like it a lot, Sir.” You look down to watch his hand slither down your body, and it makes your body fill with arousal.

"Good," The man replied softly, before his hand lowered further.

"How does this feel?" He asks, his voice a little breathless as he begins to move his hand between your legs, his touch just barely ghosting over your pussy. He was incredibly cautious not to do anything that you didn't want, as he wanted to go slow for you. 

You gasped lightly when you felt his fingers tracing over your cunt and you swallowed back a moan that threatened to shake the house.

“Really.. Really good..”

You were already moaning now, and Spencer couldn't help but laugh a little at it. 

"You really are very sensitive, aren't you?" Spencer replied teasingly. His fingers began to run lightly over your folds, gliding easily through your pussy because of how soaked you were, just from a few fleeting touches and sweet words. 

You can’t help the blush that surfaces on your cheeks at the mention of you being sensitive, and you close your eyes as you try not to let his touch distract you.

“I-I’ve nev-never been touched like this before, Sir. M’sorry.”

"It's alright, beautiful.. I'm just.. testing the waters." Spencer replied softly, smiling as he continued to tease you.

"So, are you ready for more.. or should I wait?" He whispered into your ear, his voice still breathless. "After all, if you're this sensitive now.. I can't imagine how it'll be once I finally get to fuck you." He said, before nibbling on your neck a little.

“Keep going, Sir.. I’m ready..” You slowly spread your legs a little wider, his touch taking over your senses. 

Spencer smiled softly as your legs spread a little for him, and he quickly slipped a finger inside of you. He chuckled softly as he felt you moan and clench in response to his touch.

"That's my girl," Spencer replied quietly, with that same playful smile on him as his hands continued to tease your sensitive cunt.

"You're so sensitive down here, baby.." 

You nodded and bit back a moan. 

“Y-Yeah.. Never even.. touched myself b-before..” And you could practically feel the intensity of his smirk now at your words. You were innocent, never touched before, not even by yourself. You were his completely.

His face lit up at the information that you gave him.. he could tell that it was true, just from the way you reacted to even the smallest touches.. But hearing it out loud like that was something else.

Spencer was so incredibly turned on now, straining against the restricting fabric of his own pants, and he couldn't help but be more enthusiastic now.

"Good girl.. I'll make sure that I do everything exactly right for you." He said softly, before kissing you passionately again. "My beautiful, innocent girl.." He whispered, leaning into you now as his lips moved from your neck and his finger plunged deeper inside of you. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel amazing."

His praise made your body shake with pleasure, and fill with intense arousal you’ve never experienced before. You nod at his words, and surrender yourself to his control.

When he withdraws his finger from you, you’re leaning up on your forearms to watch what he was doing next, and your eyes quickly find his hands where they were pushing down his dress pants, eagerly freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and underwear. 

He was big. And it didn’t surprise you in the slightest, but it did make your breath pick up and your heart stop. As he pulled down his briefs, you could see the way his heavy length sprung out, bobbing slightly in the warm air between you two.

You bit your lip and a moan died down in your throat at the sight. You don’t know how he’d fit it, but he’d manage, somehow. 

When he was back to leaning over your trembling frame, Spencer's hand began to trail up your thigh again, as his lips pressed sweet kisses on your neck, leaving little red marks each time his teeth bit down.

"I've never been this turned on in my life." Spencer whispered softly, before pulling away from you to look into your eyes. One of his hands reached down to stroke over his dick, and he moaned in your face at the feeling of finally being touched, even if it was by himself. 

"Are you still doing okay?" He added quietly when he regained his control, and grabbed himself by the base of his cock. You could feel the dripping head of it pushing against your sticky folds, and the feeling made you dizzy. 

“Yes, sir..” Was all you could manage, as your needy cunt clenched around nothing. You were practically begging to be filled, despite your earlier nervousness. You knew he’d take care of you. 

Spencer smiled at you and lined himself up the best he could on shaking legs.

"You're so cute..." He whispered softly, as his hips began to move gently forward, making his cock trace lightly over your pussy.

"Just stay still..." He added, looking into your eyes again as his length began to slowly slide into your soaked hole. 

His head dipped down to your shoulder and he let out a loud groan, and the sound alone made you whimper. But aside from his own noises, the feeling of his cock stretching into you made your eyes roll back into your head, it felt too good to be true, and you’re glad you waited for him to be the one to finally fuck you. You threw your head back gently on the bed and let him use you.

"That's it... let me take care of you, love." Spencer said quietly, pushing himself further into you. He wanted to take his time with you, he never wanted you to feel forced into this, and he wanted his every touch to make you feel amazing. 

"Does that feel good, baby?" He whispered softly, as he was fully sheathed into you. The way you pulsed around him, and the way he could see your arousal coating his cock left him breathless, but he had to stay composed, for you. 

“So good, sir..” Your thighs shake and try to close from the overwhelming pleasure, but with him slotted between your legs, it’s an impossible feat. You opt for wrapping your legs around him instead, urging him even deeper into you.

"Good.." Spencer said softly. "Just let it happen.. I know it's a lot right now, but I swear, it's going to feel amazing." 

He added quietly, as he started to shallowly thrust into you, drunk on the way you’re swallowing him up so eagerly, even if this was your first time. You feel so good around him it’s making him dizzy, but you’re not doing any better than he is. 

The sensation is so new, but you’ve never felt anything better. He’s slowly pulling his cock out of you, and then pushing back in, and it’s a rhythm you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of. You give an experimental clench of your cunt around him, and his arms almost give out from above you at the feeling. He sighs and shakes his head. 

"You're an angel." He murmured softly after a few more seconds. "I don't deserve you."

You shake your head the best you can and try not to moan.

“N-No.. I don’t deserve you..”

Spencer smiled softly down you as his the speed of his thrusts begin to pick up, and he starts to fuck into you deeper, harder. His long hair falling down and covering his face. 

"Maybe we just deserve each other.." He offered quietly. "We seem to make each other so happy.." He said softly, before kissing you on the forehead and smiling. 

"Well, you sure didn’t deserve to have to wait this long before a man makes you feel like this."

He added with a slight chuckle, as his cock fucked deeper into you now, pounding into that sweet spot that you didn’t even know existed until now, but with how he was pressing into it so deliciously, it made you shudder and writhe around him.

He was plowing into just the right spot to make you feel so much bliss that you could practically see the stars right in front of you.

Spencer smiled at you as you started to moan and whimper out louder for him, and he couldn't help but enjoy the power of making you feel so good.

"See how good that is?..I knew you'd like it, baby." Spencer said, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before panting against it. "I know how to treat you properly.. Don’t I?” 

You couldn’t say anything in reply to him, how could you? The way he was making you feel was like nothing you’ve ever felt, and it was wrecking you.

Spencer smiled softly, as he could tell that you were on a completely different planet right now. He was proud of himself for being the one to cause that reaction in you, and he was clearly loving all the control he had in the situation right now. He wanted to keep you here with him like this at this moment forever.

"Are you enjoying this, honey?" He asked softly, before speeding up the cant of his hips, slapping the skin of his pelvis into the sticky flesh of your pussy and soaked thighs. 

“Y-Yes, sir.. Fuck..” Your body trembles and your head thrashes at his pleasurable touch, and you could feel the coil inside of you wind tighter and tighter, you didn’t know what was happening, all you knew was that it felt so so good.

Spencer laughed, the moment made too perfect to be upset at your wording. 

"You need to watch your language when talking to me.. I mean it." He said teasingly, but he also seemed genuinely amused by the slip.

"But you're enjoying this so much, aren't you? How does it feel... being a little dirty girl with me?" 

The degradation. It was new to you.. This all was, and you feel that you shouldn’t be enjoying it as much as you did. You always wanted to please him, do good for him, and make him proud.. But yet it felt amazing hearing him call you that in such a condescending tone. 

You shake your head at your slip up and try to push that thought to the side. 

“I-I’m sorry, sir..” You moan out. “Feels so good..”

"I know.. I know, angel.. it's hard to think straight when you feel this good, isn't it?" Spencer teased quietly, his voice full of adoration and cockiness for being the one to make you feel like this.

You nod without another word, and feel your release approaching quickly. Both from the way he was humping into you and also from the condescending yet gentle tone he’s speaking to you with. It was all too much, and yet not enough. You needed him so badly. 

"You're getting so close, aren't you?" Spencer asked teasingly, before adding, "And you know what that means, right?" He asked, his voice going lower and lower as you reached your breaking point.

You shook your head, you’ve never felt this way before, it was overtaking all of your senses. You clenched around him in a panic to somehow halt the quick approaching feeling you were experiencing, and it only served to add onto it. 

“N-No, sir..”

"Well, you're about to find out, beautiful..." Spencer replied softly, before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "You have to trust me now... okay?"

He rammed his length deeper into you now, and made it a point to slam into that sweet spot inside of you everytime he buried himself in you. His own release was approaching, but he needed you to finish first. This was all about you. 

Then, with a final burst of energy, he pressed his cock impossibly deeper inside of you, kissing your cervix with the tip of his dick, as the moment you've been frantically awaiting for seemed finally upon you.

“I- Oh.. Oh my- S-Sir..” You let out a series of moans, whimpers, and whines as you were brought closer and closer to your peak. You had no idea what this feeling was, but you knew you didn’t want it to stop, not now, you were so so close.

"That's it... let it out for me.." Spencer replied quietly as he leaned away from you and grabbed you forcefully by your hips to fuck into you mercilessly, as if you were a doll to him. 

He knew exactly what he was doing to you and wanted you to fully let yourself get carried away in this moment, he had already reached the point of no return, and you could feel it in the way he lifted you from the bed and plowed into you. 

"You're almost there, beautiful..." He moaned softly. "Just one.. big.. release for me.. You can do it, princess."

And with a final, passionate blow to your weeping cunt, you throw your head back in a borderline scream at how good it all felt. Your body felt like it was on fire as you exploded by his touch. Your head thrashed and and your mind was spinning from how good it all felt. Nonstop moans poured from your mouth as you were finally pushed over the edge.

"There we go, baby.." Spencer said quietly as you squeezed around him so tight he could barely move, and it made him so fucking hard. As he watched you shake through your release, he began to fuck into you even harder now, finally able to use your body for everything it was worth as he felt the deep pit in his stomach grow larger and larger with each heavy drag he dealt to your used pussy. 

“God, baby.. So so good..”

His movements became erratic as his own peak was quickly creeping up on him, and he looked up at you with heavy eyes as he felt himself get so lost in the pleasure he could barely hold himself up. 

You looked back down to him and even though you were reaching the point of overstimulation, the feeling of him using you was too good to deny. And you could feel the primal instinct taking over him as he fucked you harder and harder with each passing second, it was getting too much for him, and his head hung against your shoulder as breathy moans left his mouth. 

“W-Wanna give you another, sir. Please.” 

Spencer’s head whipped up to look at you, and his eyes were wider than you’ve ever seen them, it almost made you laugh. You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and bite your lip. 

“W-What..?”

He’s breathless, but his cock doesn’t falter at all inside of you, it only speeds up at the implication in your words. You don’t say anything else, you just nod and stare at him with want and desperation swirling in your eyes. 

“Oh my god.. Oh my god..” 

Spencer repeats over and over as he lets himself go, and grips at your hips in a bruising hold as he shoots ribbons of his heavy load inside of you. Both of your mouths drop in unison at the sensation, and you whimper at the feeling of his scorching cum painting your slick walls. 

“S-Sir..” 

Is all you can grit out, and your fingernails find their way to his back, pulling makeshift daggers down his skin as he continues to smash his length in your aching, soaked hole. His body collapses down against yours, as he jolts and spasms with every spurt of release he dumps into you. 

He’s buried so unbelievably deep inside of you right now, that there was no doubt that you would give him another child. You could already feel his release seeping into you, claiming you as his forever. 

Through heavy pants and on shaking arms, he lifts himself slightly to look at you. The both of you looked positively ruined by the other, and he pressed a light kiss on your sweaty cheek. 

“Y-You.. You’re insane, sweetheart..” 

You breathlessly chuckled at his words, and pulled him back down so he was laying on your chest. Your body was trembling underneath him, and you could feel your slick and his cum leaking out of you onto the bed sheets. With enough consciousness to speak, you softly sigh. 

“Do I at least get to pick the name?”

[gublersg1rl]

glasses are staying on the whole time.

[reiderwriter]

Request for some slow and sensual soft!dom Spencer

bonus points for a gentle breeding kink or cockwarming

mega bonus points for both

Hi, anon. Thanks for feeding into my soft!Dom Spencer delusions 💀 Not sure if it's very slow or sensual because I got a bit carried away (2k words level carried away) but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Summary: You want attention from your boyfriend, but he wants to read his book. You decide to meet in the middle.

Warnings: (18+ Minors DNI) cockwarming, breeding kink, bdsm themes, pet names, degradation, ruined O, etc.

Here's my masterlist - requests are open 💕

It was a slow saturday and you were just thankful to have some time together with your boyfriend of three years after a particularly tiring case.

You were only too happy to accept the early leave on the friday night to spend some time with Spencer, but now you were sat quite alone and frustrated in your bed on a saturday morning. Spencer had been particularly excited about discovering a rare edition of a Marjorie Kempe book, and had immediately taken up on the couch to read the second the two of you got into his house.

And you knew now that he was purposely messing with you, because he had never taken longer than 3 hours to read anything, much less a book that he had been more than familiar with since birth. For the majority of friday night, you’d sat opposite him on his couch, just watching him read.

You weren’t exactly opposed to watching the beautiful man for a few hours but the more it became clear he was toying with you, the more impatient for his attention you were. He liked to do this from time to time, show you that you were only getting what you wanted on his time. Sometimes you were convinced that he wanted you to beg. Hell, sometimes you did beg.

This time, though, you were determined to wait him out. To make him snap first.

You’d made it twelve hours.

Even the night before, when you’d put on one of his shirts to sleep in, he’d kissed you on the cheek and wished you a good night, waiting until you were asleep to come to bed.

When you’d woken up in the morning, he was showering. You’d made to join him, but he turned the water off almost as soon as you’d turned the door handle, and then looked at you with such an innocent smile. “Morning, sweetie. Just give me a few minutes to finish up here and it’ll be all ready for you.”

You’d gotten out of the shower and walked around his apartment for five whole minutes in the smallest towel you could find, and not once could you feel his eyes on you. He was driving you crazy.

“Spencer.” You frowned a little, trying to get his attention once more.

“Mhm?”

“Spencer, put the book down.”

“Why would I do that?” You couldn’t see his face, but you could hear the smirk in his voice, the knowledge that he was making you frustrated increasing his pleasure ten-fold.

“Because you read at a speed of like 20,000 words per minute and you’ve been reading that book for twelve hours and it is not that long. Spencer, please.” You moved in front of him now, water stick running down your back, and you had one last idea to get him to finally pay attention to you.

So you dropped the towel, and then stood there embarrassed as he finally, unbearably slowly, lifted his eyes from his book to your face.

“Oh baby. Was there something you wanted?” He smiled again, but his eyes didn’t waver from yours and you almost resigned yourself to picking up the towel again and retreating to the bedroom, but you didn’t.

“You know what I want.” You grumbled.

“I’m not a mind-reader, baby, you have to use your words.” You flushed red at the thought. He knew you weren’t good at this, telling him exactly what you wanted, but you’d needed him from the second you’d followed him into his house and by now you were almost desperate.

“I want you,” you breathed out shakily, his eyes still intensely gazing at you, “I want you to fuck me, now. Please.” You added the final word as an almost involuntary after thought, so used to begging him now that it was second nature.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He shifted his book into one of his hands, but made no move to put it down, simply pulling down the tops of his sweatpants enough to pull out his semi-erect cock, giving it a few strokes. You practically salivated looking at it, happy to know that your ministrations weren’t exactly fruitless after all.

“Come here, baby.” He said, motioning for you to climb onto his lap. You did so eagerly, but still unsure if he was going to give you exactly what you wanted.

“Now I want you to sit here, prettily on my cock, like the needy little princess you are. And when I finish reading my book, I’m going to give you the attention you’ve been begging for all night, okay sweetheart?” You groaned in frustration.

“But Spence-” He cut you off quickly.

“What, such a little whore that you can’t even wait politely for half an hour while I finish what I’m doing?” You bit back any other complaints and quickly climbed into his lap, your back pressed against his chest, hands gripping his hard thigh beneath you.

You gave him a few quick pumps, feeling him grow harder and longer and perfectly hot before you lined his tip up with your hole and slowly sunk yourself down on him.

“Perfect, princess. Now, you know the rules. No moving until I tell you you can, okay?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your hair and wrapping his free hand around your waist before opening his book again. You almost spat out another involuntary complaint again when you saw that he was starting from the beginning.

The two of you sat there, with you warming his cock, desperate for any friction, and him pleasantly reading his medieval poetry, ignoring the fact that you were even there.

Each time he’d move to turn the page you’d watch the veins in his arms strain with the effort of using only one hand. Thankfully, he wasn’t purposefully reading slowly anymore, but that meant that you’d twitched a few times without meaning to at the sheer sight of him. Each time you did, his grip on your hip tightened again and he’d rolled his hips agonisingly slowly, as if he weren’t even trying to disturb you while providing you with the tiniest relief before stilling himself once again.

At the half-way point of his book, his hand released his grip on your waist.

“Such a good girl, making a mess on my pants for me,” he whispered into your ear again, by now you were panting with need, your head thrown back against his shoulder as you did your best not to move. “Remember the rules, okay baby?”

He moves his hands down to your clit and start rubbing circles into it, slowly and gently. And now you’re whimpering into him, trying your best not to move whilst your orgasm builds up in your stomach, frustration building knowing that if you do try to get more relief, his hands will be off you in an instant.

“Spence, please.” You’re a mess now, mouth hanging open, so caught between agony and bliss that you have to force yourself to breathe, pushing out gasps in time with his languishing movements.

“I’m not finished baby, you’re going to have to be patient. You can do that for me, can’t you?” He whispers in your ear, the feeling on his breath on your neck sending you crazy.

“Spence please, I need to….”

“You need to wait, like a good little girl. I’ll be done soon.”

“But Spencer, I’m gonna c-cum,” as you say the words your hips jerk forward involuntarily, and you don’t stop yourself from continuing the movement, chasing the high as you feel your orgasm so close.

“Oh, my needy little baby couldn’t have waited two more minutes? Only had ten pages left.” He lifts his hand off of your hot centre, and grabs your hips, immediately stilling your movements and ruining your orgasm.

“Please, please Spencer..please,” you’re unable to do anything but beg as he holds you on his cock, not moving, not letting you move, not saying anything. You know you’ve broken the rules, but you’re so drunk on his cock that you don’t even care about the consequences right now.

Finally, he puts his book down, and shifts your weight evenly between both of his hands.

“My needy little baby needed me this much?” He punctuated his question with a quick snap of his hips into yours before stilling his movements once again. You moan and the breath leaves your chest, unable to speak or even let out any other sound in reply.

“Needed me this badly, huh?” He does it again, and you feel his dick twitch inside of you.

“Tell me, baby. What should I do? It seems my baby doesn’t want to leave my lap but I need to cum.” He picks up a steady pace now and your whole body is throbbing with him, so much so that you almost miss his insinuation.

“What’s your choice, baby? Tell me in words or I’ll stop this right now.” You moan again, pushing back into him as he thrusts up into you.

“Don’t stop, Spencer. I want all of you inside.” You finally manage to get out, and his hands are back on your clit in an instant, picking up exactly where they left off.

“That’s my girl. Take it all in, okay? You can do that for me?” He keeps whispering into your ear, letting you know how well you’re doing for him, how well you have behaved, how nicely you waited, how much he’s going to give you.

“Spencer, I’m-” you’re gasping again now, and you can’t quite force out the words, but he understands.

“I know, baby, you’re doing such a great job. You can let go now, let me take care of the rest.” Your body complies quickly, and your blissful release finally comes. Your energy quickly leaves you and you melt back into Spencer’s chest, his arms holding you softly as he presses small kisses to your cheeks and exposed neck.

“You did a great job, baby. So good for me. Gonna give you everything I’ve got, gonna put it all inside you.” His thrusts start losing their rhythm as he nears his end, each movement sending sparks up your spine as you feel yourself getting over-stimulated. You know you’re going to be a whole lot more sore that you want to be if this goes on any longer, so you decide to help him over the edge.

“Fuck yes, Spencer, put a baby in me, fill me up nice and good.”

He moans instantly in your ear as he shoots inside of you, his strong grip on your hips loosening just enough for you to know that he’s definitely left bruises there. The two of you sit in companionable silence for what feels like forever whilst your heart beat returns to a normal pace.

Eventually, he pulls you off his lap, and quickly makes his way to the bathroom. You hear him start the water running for a bath, and when he returns, he has a wet towel ready to clean you up.

“I know you already showered, baby, but you’re gonna need this to relax your muscles and make you feel better okay?” He smiles down at your wrecked form on the couch, and you smile lazily back, thankful for the beautiful man in front of you.

“Hey Spencer,” you say after he’s finished cleaning up your shared mess. “Next time, I don’t think I’ll have to wait as long for you.”

“What makes you say that?” He smiles down at you, but you can see the backs of his ears going red as he runs his hand through his hair.

“Well you certainly seemed excited by the idea of breeding me, so I think in the future I’ll just have to play into that.” You smirk up at him and watch him as the blush spreads to the front of his face as he walks back into the bathroom to finish preparing your bath.

[golden1u5t]

intelligence is attractive | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: spencers always had a crush on you but the way you show your intelligence does him in like nothing else. 

"you're avoiding me." spencer's sitting on the edge of one of the queen beds in the crappy hotel room. he's watching as you come out of the bathroom, your bag in one hand and the other taking the hair tie out of your hair.

you glanced at him before walking to your side of the room, you set your bag down on the floor beside your bed. spencer calls your name as you climb into bed and turn your lamp off. you wanted to just close your eyes and go to sleep but you knew to think that would be happening, would be reaching.

"what, spencer? you've been giving me the cold shoulder so what else am i supposed to do?" you let out a breath of annoyance and turned to face him. you could've just turned over and ignored him for the rest of the night, not that you would have been able to get a good night's sleep with all the tension in the room.

"¡ have not been giving you the cold shoulder!" spencer's voice went up in pitch, a tell that he was lying, and he turned his head. you scoffed and got out of bed, walking to his side of the room and standing directly in front of him so he would look at you.

"you have. ever since i figured out that code at the station you've been giving me the cold shoulder. you're upset because, for once, you don't get to show everyone how smart you are?"

spencer's face was turning redder by the second, his eyes seemingly glued to the wall with no intention of looking at you. you stood there for a moment to see if he would say anything but when he didn't, you let out a scoff and turned away. his hand twitched on his leg, he couldn't figure out if he should grab your arm to stop you from walking away or just leave you alone.

before he had a chance to properly think his actions through, he was standing up and catching your arm in his hand. he gently pulled you back closer to him and, again, before he could properly think his actions through, he pressed his lips to yours. when he hadn't felt you start to kiss back, he quickly pulled back and let his arm drop back down to his side.

"i'm not- i wasn't upset at you, i was just-" he quickly stopped himself before he said too much. as he stared down at you, your eyes wide and lips parted, he wished he could just turn back time to before he kissed you and just have dropped the entire situation. of course, he couldn't. spencer took a step back and turned his back to you, his face flushed a shade of red with embarrassment. you weren't going to just drop the situation like he'd hoped.

"spencer?" taking a step forward, you placed your hand on his arm. your voice was gentle as you spoke to him, trying to show him that you weren't upset with him. its true that you weren't upset with him, you were just shocked and still trying to wrap your head around things. "spencer, look at me. please?"

you gave him a moment but when he still didn't look at you, you stepped around him and guided his face back towards you. spencer let out a shaky breath, his eyes meeting yours for the first time since he kissed you.

there was a moment of silence before you leaned up and pressed your lips to his, to show him that you weren't upset with him and just because you wanted to feel his lips on yours again. you ran your hands down his arms until you got to his wrist, you moved his hands to rest on your waist. the small movement brought a sudden wave of confidence over him.

spencer walked forward until your legs hit the edge or bed, he gently pushed you back onto the bed. he hovered over your body, his fingers skimming over your bare skin from where your shirt had risen up.

"y/n," your name fell from his lips in a soft manner, almost coming out as an inaudible whisper. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed your fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. "do you want to do this?"

you wasted no time in telling him that you wanted him, even arching up into him to accentuate your words. spencer untangled your bodies and moved off of you, you sat up as he stood in front of the bed.

you tugged your shirt over your head just as he did. his hands fell down to tug at the strings that kept his pants secured to his waist but you quickly stopped him, looking up at him for permission to remove them yourself.

spencer shivered under your touch as you trailed your fingertips over the thin line of hair that disappeared into his pants. you wanted to memorize every part of his body, every mount and valley.

finally, you tugged at the strings of his pants until they loosened and fell down his legs. you bit back a whimper as you got a good look at his cock straining against his boxers, your fingertips brushed lower, feeling him think and hot through the cotton that hid him from your sight. a gasp fell from his parted lips as you flattened your palm over him, his hips pushing up into your hands.

"¡ want to take this slow," he breathed out, his voice wavering as you continued to palm him. your gaze was fixated on his bulge, fixated on how hard he was, how you could feel it twitching under your palm. "but i don't think i can."

"then we won't," you mumbled, finally tearing your eyes away from his cock and looking into his eyes. "we don't have to go slow this time, spence."

spencer reached down and hurriedly pushed his boxers down, sighing in relief at the feeling of no longer being restrained. you moved further up the bed until your head was rested against the pillows, spencer stepped out of his pants and boxers and crawled up onto the bed.

he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and looked up at you for permission to take them off, which you granted almost immediately. he tossed them behind his head and pulled your legs up until they rested on his waist. leaning over your body, he captured your lips in a searing kiss.

spencer reached between your bodies and wrapped his hand around his cock, his hips rocked against your core, the tip sliding though your slit until he reached your entrance. he pulled back just for a moment to ask for permission again, which you granted, before placing a kiss on your collarbone and pressing into you.

in one slow, deep thrust, he filled you completely, knocking the air from your lungs. he paused for a moment to give you both some time to adjust to the new feeling of each other.

"oh god." you whimpered, your hands finding their way back into his hair and tugging on it as you got used to the feeling of being so full. spencer grunted as he gave an experimental thrust, his hips retreating and sliding back in with more force once he knew you were good.

eventually, he had gotten comfortable with being inside you, he'd gotten a pace set that both you and him enjoyed. spencer nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck as he rocked into you harder, the bed was starting to rock against the wall with the force of his thrust. luckily, the next pair from the team was a few more rooms down.

"need you." you whimpered, body arching up into him.

those two words washed away all remnants of control he had left. he panted against your burning skin, his hips snapping into yours harder than before as his cock started to pulsate. "say it again." he whined and reached between you to rub at your throbbing clit.

"¡ need you, spencer. please!" your cried in pleasure, your fingers had a death grip on his hair at this point. spencer's hips stuttered and his pace began to falter, he gasped against your skin as he started to cum. shockwaves shot through his body as he continued to thrust into your the best that he could, he pushed through the sensitivity of his cock to bring you to your release.

with his fingers toying with your clit and his cock pushing into you hitting all the right spots, you found your release not long after him. spencers hips slowed to a stop as did your orgasms, he pulled out with a whine and rolled over onto the bed beside you. you rolled over with him, placing yourself back in his arms.

no words were exchanged as you both laid there, suspended in time. pretty soon the beating of each other's hearts against your skin lulled you right to sleep.

[lefty-scribes]

sunflower

Summary: After coming home late from a stressful day at work, Spencer needs nothing more than to be in your arms in order to feel like himself again. You offer your touch to him in more ways than one.

or

melodramatic handjob :>

Word Count: 3423

Songs: ‘cry’ by cigarettes after sex may fit !!

Pairing: softdomme!reader x sub!spencer

Warnings: smut (18+ please), choking (m receiving), spencer cries xoxo, fully consensual but his reactions are described as ‘involuntary’ sometimes, sudden tense switch at the end bc it felt right idk, 65% buildup, 15% action, 20% orgasm LOL

a/n: guys the transition from comfort to seggsy just happened out of nowhere and the pacing is aggressively slow, prob making this hard to get off to. i’m sorry. also if you don’t think you should be reading this (🔞) you’re probably right ?? but please don’t tell me about it. do comment anything else though if you're feeling up to it :3

With a twist of his hand on the doorknob and a step through the door, Spencer took his long awaited whiff of home. It smelled of cedarwood and floral candles and you, and the tension released from his shoulders completely for the first time today.

He walked straight to the bedroom where he knew you’d still be up waiting for him, door open with a lit bedside light to welcome him despite his insistence that your sleep is more important. The urge didn’t even come up to wash his hands, disinfect his phone, or sanitize his work bag, being replaced instead by his desire to be in your presence.

As he’d suspected, there you were, sitting up on the bed you shared, eyes fighting to stay open as they flitted through the pages of a book. The comforter covered your legs, and only a thin sleep shirt separated your back from the headboard you leaned against, the shape of your nipples hardly poking through. Spencer hesitated to walk in and ruin the pretty picture.

When you noticed him, a fond smile grew on your face and you dropped your book to open your arms wide for him. He slowly walked over to you, stomach twisting just a little at the fear of being a bother, and started to position himself as he did whenever he needed a bit of extra comfort. He gave you a quick peck and settled down so his head rested on your lap, lying down on his side with his arm hugging your bare thighs. His long frame curled sideways by your legs under the blanket. He said nothing when you combed your fingers through his hair—just held you a bit tighter; nuzzled his cheek impossibly closer.

You broke the silence, absentmindedly separating small locks of his hair now with your fingers. “Want to talk about it?” you asked, to which he shook his head, movement still restricted by your thighs on his cheek, hating that he didn’t have more to say. Hated to have to make you pry just to hear about his day, but all the more in awe of how attuned you were to his emotions—even more than he was sometimes. Hated being moody and uncommunicative, but his brain was betraying him.

Your thumb now stroked his eyebrow, smoothing it out. Every part of him that your fingers touched relaxed in its wake, coupled with the scent of your lotion and laundry into his breaths. He finally spoke up, voice slightly muddled from his cheek against your leg; perhaps he sounded like his handwriting would sound, though he hoped he was more understandable than that.

“Per hour of sleep we lose, human blood pressure tends to increase by 3 to 5 millimeters of mercury, so you waiting up for me this late probably already caused an increase of 10 mmHg. Cortisol levels can also increase by up to 80% when sleep deprived, and your reaction time can slow by up to 500 milliseconds, which will make it more unsafe for you to drive tomorrow.” I appreciate you so much, baby, but you shouldn’t have waited up, is what he wanted to say. It never came out that way. I love when you greet me. Don’t put your health at risk for me. I’m sorry I’m late. But it always came out instead as numbers and statistics because that’s all he knows how to do, and it’s the only way his voice knows how to love, but you get it. He wants to add more.

You get him. “Stop worrying, Spence. I need to see you just as much as you need to see me. Can’t sleep otherwise,” you assured him. Goosebumps rose on his skin as you rubbed slow, pressured circles onto his forehead, massaging him properly now. Maybe your words were supposed to make him feel better, but he couldn’t shake the guilt in his gut. His burden complex weighed heavier today.

“My Spencer,” you breathed. Heat rose onto his cheeks. Your Spencer. “What do you need from me?”

He laid still on your lap, face now turned upward to memorize your own, pondering on the question. Always too scared to ask, though he knew what he needed. “Anything you’ll give me,” he whispered.

Now freshly dried from his shower, Spencer walked toward where you stayed sitting on the bed just as you had been when he arrived. He stood completely bare before you, an unlikely mix of both self-consciousness and pride filling him as you looked him up and down. The implied power imbalance of your clothed decency juxtaposed with his nude vulnerability has just occurred to him; he felt a rush in his stomach.

You pulled the covers off and spread your legs apart, then patted the space in between. Spencer crawled onto the bed as carefully as he could, trying not to shake it too much, now unsure of how long he could last. He found a seat between your thighs, the outer edge of his legs lining the inner side of your own, his back flush against your torso.

Goosebumps rose on his skin when your hands trailed up his neck, grazing his ears, then his cheekbones, to comb themselves through his soft hair. He shivered, just once. His mouth parted slightly in a shaky exhale and his head lolled back toward you, as a cat would, until it rested gently on your shoulder, full trust in you to support him. His eyelashes fluttered to a close as you slowly but firmly squeezed your fingers into a closed fist against his scalp, hair tangled within your grasp, letting the leverage of your palms against his head do the tugging. Despite the tightness of the skin around his temples, his facial muscles only continued to relax as he silently handed you all control of him. He released a shallow gasp as you gave your wrists a slow twist before releasing his hair entirely.

You slid your fingers down to his nipples, running your thumbs over them each for not long enough. He let out a sigh that must’ve released more air than his lungs had the capacity to carry in the first place. The stresses of the day began to leave with it, Spencer being overcome instead by the relief of being back in the comfort of his own home—in the arms of his beloved. Your hand was cool against his humid skin, raising goosebumps in its wake. Ears ringing, he hardly heard his own voice releasing a shaky, dragged out, sh— shhhit, between gritted teeth.

Your hands trailed down even further toward his soft stomach which was scrunched into a bean-like mound from his position against you, grazing down his happy trail before ignoring his painful erection and inching toward his thighs instead. Your nails dragged gently over his inner thighs and he pried them open for you; all for you.

He whined under his breath and his legs flexed under your touch, only the duration of a single twitch, lifting his hips up subconsciously to contact your hands where he needed them most. You gently pushed him back down, wordlessly insisting on giving attention to his soft thighs, asserting that it was your pace being followed. And he couldn’t object. He didn’t want to. Always so patient with him, he longed for you to be proud of his obedience. His thighs were yours to touch, after all, and so was what rested now painfully hard between them.

His head still laying against your shoulder, you gently swiped your tongue against his ear lobe, getting his attention. You whispered to him, and he was so receptive to you. “Do you think you’re ready?”

He didn’t need to see it to know, but he glanced down anyway, his cheeks burning up to a colour he imagined matched his throbbing penis. He ached to be touched there, swallowing at the thought.

He hummed lazily in response, already lightheaded from the rush in his head. He tilted his head in slow roll to place clumsy kisses all over your face, whatever part of it he could reach, nodding continuously to please touch me, I’m ready. He thought his lips had caught your nose, cheekbones, ear, jaw… but at that point he’d already been intoxicated by your touch and couldn’t tell the difference; only wanted to taste the saltiness of your supple skin.

“Words, Spence.” With his head still turned to you, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and nipped at it until it puffed up, drawing a light whimper from him. He arched his neck sideways to grant you access to the rest of him that your lips and teeth could reach. More of him now exposed to you, he quietly pleaded as you lightly sucked on sensitive points behind his jaw. A lone tear slipped out of his eye closest to you, and you lapped it up as it hung from his jaw.

“Ready. Always ready for you,” he choked, voice already hoarse. Your ability to take him to the clouds far before touching the most sensitive part of him only turned him on further, as well as the nurturing and patient but complete control you exerted. He was undeserving and yet eternally grateful. Swore to himself he’d spend the rest of his days trying to love you as completely as you did him.

Upon squeezing out some lubricant from the bottle in your bedside drawer, you grasped his erection in your slick hand, your other hand exploring the rest of his body, and he gasped with an unintentional jolt. From this position you two were in, it allowed the ridges of your curled palm and fingers, as well as the coolness of your wedding ring, to make full contact with the sensitive vein along the underside of his cock.

You played him like an instrument, and the sounds he made proved nothing less. You’d glide your sharp knuckles over him, barely making contact with him, much to his protest; your hand would run along the thin, elastic stretch of skin connecting his head to the underside of his cock. Or you’d bunch your delicate fingertips together at his tip, letting the widening of his cock separate them as you pushed down toward his balls. He almost wished, as the pads of your fingers trailed his length, that your fingerprints could be ingrained in his skin, if only to be claimed by you even more. His breaths grew laboured and he slowly lost the shame in his whimpers.

Your other hand moved to his lips, muffling his sounds slightly. Your breath tickled his ears, and he threw an arm back to grasp your hair or neck or whatever he could grab, trying fruitlessly to get closer for you to ground him.

He whined helplessly against your now vibrating hand, though it did nothing to quiet his volume as you so creatively played with his cock, fidgeting with him and using him like nothing. Tension was prominent between his eyebrows sewn together, and surely his forehead carried a few creases as well.

You gently ran your thumb against his bottom lip, and he instinctively pulled it into his mouth. Your thumb pushed degradingly against the inside of his cheek, forcing his mouth to open slightly. His tongue circled your thumb out of habit, and the slightest bit of spit dribbled out the corner of his lips.

The room started to smell and feel like sweat, though he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was experiencing everything and nothing all at once, sensations heightened yet brain numbed. Rare were the occasions that he couldn’t explain everything, and the times where he couldn’t think straight, but he revelled in it. Nowhere else was Spencer able to be completely defenseless and equally safe but in your arms—or hands, in this case. His guard wholeheartedly down, he cherished the privilege of being worriless and thoughtless.

His brain’s unusual absence of words and knowledge—two things which he so dutifully guarded just to feel competent—was welcomed because you were around to protect his vulnerability in the meantime.

By now, from the sweat or his own sheer lack of control, Spencer had slid down slightly so his shoulder blades were flush with your breasts; your hard nipples pressed against him through the soft silk of your nightshirt and it reminded him how eager he was to return the favour. He was leaning back a bit more, hardly noticing the ache from his weight resting on his tailbone.

The position gave you access to move your working hand even lower, gentle fingers starting to toy with his balls before moving down toward the sensitive patch of skin right beneath. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth when you hit it, hums and groans gradually increasing in pitch. Against his own will, he clenched around nothing, causing his perineum to shift against your fingers. He choked out another embarrassingly loud sound, mouth shamelessly open now, and then did it again.

You kissed his jaw. “How do you feel?” you whispered. You gave more attention to the pink head now, fingers tickling his smooth tip, thumb pressing down periodically on the ridges. Your other hand played with hair.

“You treat me so well,” he breathed, as earnestly as he could, turning his head to give a sloppy kiss to your wrist, drunk on your touch, your warmth, and you. “Love you so much,"—he swallowed—"ah— oh, f— fuck— Love what you do to me.”

“You deserve it all.”

His moans got more high pitched as you worked, and his breaths came in faster than his chest could keep up with. His hands grasped at your thighs to steady himself, blunt nails digging in.

“My Spencer baby, you look oh so beautiful,” you praised, voice dripping in sheer adoration. His eyes drew open and his gaze rolled back, then lazily toward you. Another tear slowly escaped the corner of his eye, and he wished he weren’t tearing up if only to see your pretty face more clearly. His eyebrows were still tense under the nearness of his undoing, tilted in a pleading pout.

“Please, please-please-please-please-plea— mmngh…” He pleaded and begged for release, no longer making sense of what was coming out of his mouth, eyes ever-downturned and watering once again.

He was helplessly putty in your hands, his body no longer his own, but rather a shell of just euphoria and feeling. He was floating and completely at your mercy, just as he loves to be.

“I love you, please, I—” His sentences grew choppy and more and more incoherent, his speech being mixed with unintelligible throaty noises. His chest rose and fell significantly faster than it had earlier, lips hardly separating as he mumbled a yesyesyesyes keep going yes just like that please, and his hips thrusted up to move his length further into your hand.

His desperate hands sought purchase from whatever they could grab, now tightly squeezing and scratching at your thighs. He readjusted his sweat-slicked palms as they slipped down your skin.

Your hand in his hair slid down roughly to grab his jaw in utter possessiveness, twisting it up toward you to plant a sloppy kiss on his lips. He did the best he could to return it. “Go ahead, baby,” you mumbled against his mouth.

He whimpered into the kiss, with no more capacity to spare you an audible ‘thank you’ as usual. You squeezed your working hand just the slightest bit tighter around his cock, working your way back up to his ever-sensitive pink head.

“Shitshitshitshit, fuck, oh, God. I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so—ah—” How naughty he felt. Maybe you’d tease him later about the junk coming out of his mouth, flustering him with the thought of what the neighbours would think. But as a sunflower proved its affinity to the sun and its warmth, all he could do now was gaze at you mindlessly, his neck aching at the effort. Under the dim yellow lamp lighting up the room, he embodied the sunflower’s golden glow. Its face would follow the bright star by nature and so would Spencer's, happily compelled by some force of nature to show you his authentic self as he held on so close to his orgasm. You smiled at him.

The bed squeaked under his shaking legs. Lone tears made their way down his face, free-falling now, and he made no move to wipe them. As he neared his peak, you kept your hand on his cock, hand wrapped snugly around his tip, angling it toward his chest.

You grabbed his throat with the other, fingers squeezing inward toward the two valleys around his neck that carried his precious arteries, and he felt the first spurt of cum burst through with a loud wail of surprise.

“Baby—“ he tried breathlessly, eyes still attempting to meet yours to please understand what I’m saying, please be proud of me, “baby, I’m coming, I’m fucking coming, I’m…” His muscles spasmed and sharply leaned him forward, causing your hand to obstruct his throat just a bit more, and he was thankful for it if only to ground his shaking to a minimum.

His head was pounding and his vision grew spotty as he basked in the feeling of his life, and his penis, in your hands, and the purpose with which you handled him as he prayed for this state of euphoria to not simply kill him. Though that wouldn’t be a terrible way to go.

He fought the urge to squeeze his eyes shut, yet still saw only white. He was burning up and held no sense of himself as his muscles twitched in waves, knees buckling, though you were there to hold him through it all. His mouth opened in a silent scream as you continued moving your hand along his sensitive length.

His panting gradually became less breathy and more audible, now backed by a throaty groan with every breath he released. Your name became the only thought in his mind, and he let it shakily slip out of his mouth, not caring how absolutely brainless he sounded. With each spurt of his release onto his chest, each involuntary clenching and thrust of his hips, he repeated it. Whether a cry of pleading, gratitude, or adoration, he wasn’t certain—but it all centred around you.

You talked him through the final stages of his orgasm with gentle murmurs of praise, pushing his hips down to forcefully guide him through it. Good boy, Spencer. Keep going. I’m right here. You got it. You’re doing great. Almost done. I love you. You’re so safe here. Your ministrations on his sensitive penis didn’t slow as you patiently waited for him, though he had to rest his hand on your wrist to slow you down, eyes finally falling closed; you obliged. His body offered you one final tremor of overwhelming pleasure.

The horrors of the day seemed to have been released with his release. But with the way you were now atop him, cleaning up the mess on his chest with your tongue, then crawling back up to his own mouth to offer him a taste, he felt his once-against stiffening cock asking for more where that came from. His aftercare be damned. No longer overwhelmed by his need for solace, this new rise of arousal was geared toward you—thanking you, loving you, cherishing you, pleasuring you in the way his words so often failed to do.

He would do for you what you had so generously done for him, and more, if you’d let him. He could give you his tongue, his length, his fingers, a toy—or whatever you wanted. Offer himself to be used and taken however you pleased. Longed to give you everything he could. He was yours, after all. 

Spencer told himself that there would be time for all that, though he always worried otherwise. Keeps it in his head, but he pleads every day that you wouldn’t end up like those he sought justice for at work, or be the body that haunted him until he arrived home to you, or the victim of a target aimed at him. Pleads every day that there would be more time.

But in the meantime, with not much else he can do, just as a sunflower would, he swears to turn his back to everything else dark about the world and follow his sun as long as he is able.

[matthewsgreybubbles]

I feel like we need a group for us softdom Spencer truthers - come on that boy is such a sassy little bitch who like to practically inhale the person he’s kissing, he wouldn’t utter the word mommy

Alright baby, take a drink because this is going to be LONG.

Because I don't think that soft dom Spencer is that much out of character. Honestly, I find it more accurate than some of the sub! Spencer I saw. Spencer is a worshipper, he's sub in that way but he is dom in the way he handles things. I'm not sure this is clear so let me explain-

Mentally Spencer is a sub, physically he's a dom.

Let's talk about early seasons Spencer first. Because that Spencer was not confident nor experienced enough to dom. He was supposed to be a chronically virgin. BUT, but, but- listen- have you seen the way he kissed that girl in the pool in season 1? Lyla? I think? Anyway, Amber Heard. The way he kisses Amber Heard in that pool SCREAMS dom. I think he always had that dog in him you know? He was just not expressing it. But oh boy-

The more we go through the seasons the more he becomes confident and cocky. Remember that episode in season 3 with the kid shooting the people from his school? Where he disrespected Hotch's orders and just sent everybody to fuck themselves? Or the "This is calm, and it's doctor". See what I'm talking about? He becomes sassy and cocky and he let his little "dom side" out.

But that being said Spencer is not violent or whatever and even "soft dom" is a bit too harsh for him. It's "really really really soft soft dom Spencer". It's dom Spencer in the bedroom who puts his whole heart into the deed, hm?

NONETHELESS, Spencer is a hot mess, he whimpers and cries, he's needy and putty in your hands. Soft dom Spencer is a worshipper. He wouldn't utter the word "mommy" no- But he would ask for your praises. Dude, he has such a praise kink. I think it's more the type to ask if he's making you feel good, if you love him, if you love what he's doing, etc. And boy he learns fast on that field so YES.

And it gets worse after prison. Post-prison Reid is even more "soft dom", it grows. He becomes more clingy, more firm in his touches, his hands are always on you, he's always needing reassurance, always needing you to listen to what he says to you because he is an anxious little bean. He will do nasty things to you while worshipping just to hear you tell him he did good. After prison he's rougher in his touches, he becomes more manhandling. But it's still Spencer so it's not that much violent but.

Soft dom Spencer is just a worship sub. He doesn't degrade or whatever. He just needs to be reassured by your obedience and he puts PASSION in rewarding you.

I think he's heavy on foreplay and stuff, even more than in the deed itself. I mean, once again, THE KISSES PEOPLE THE KISSES. The way he fucking kissed Cat against that door? I swear to God OPJFGHIOEZK. I am SPIRALLING.

Am I going too far again? Yeah probably.

Sorry for the rambling lmao.

[multifandomlover01]

Stress Relief

Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU!)Stressed!Fem!Dom!Reader

Established Relationship

WC: ~2.9k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI sub!Spencer, dom!reader (soft dom and kinda mean dom at some points), Mommy kink, CNC (kinda; safe word/use is mentioned/implied to be in place), Spencer wants reader to hurt him, to use him as stress relief, reader puts her hand on his throat but does not restrict his airflow, degradation (Spencer is referred to as a whore a few times), objectification (Spencer gets called a toy), slight dumbification (description, not dialogue), slight praise kink (in dialogue), almost caught by Derek, Hotch knew

Summary: While reader is under investigation for a perceived bad shoot on a case, Spencer sees how stressed she is and wants to help her relieve some

Gif credit: imagining-in-the-margins

Gif from 7x13 and some plot based on Season 7 opener but that placement is loose (used more as a template) and not in stone. It can be set really anywhere. It’s not specified.

“Look at my record. You will not find one reprimand on it for my behavior. Unless you’re now questioning my unit chief’s ability to be effective in the position instead of my alleged incompetence as an agent.”

After being grilled for an hour about your conduct on a recent case, the Lead Investigator had the nerve to suggest that Hotch was covering for you and your behavior, as if it were a habitual problem.

"To your knowledge, has Agent Hotchner ever falsified a report?"

"No. I have never asked him to do so and to my knowledge he has never done so on my behalf. If he has falsified a report without my knowledge, you'd have to ask him about it."

-

“Hey…what happened?” Spencer asks softly as he sees your expression as you come out of the room.

“I can’t discuss it.” You say simply, curtly, as you walk past your team, leaving them concerned.

Spencer almost instinctively follows you.

You were moving fast but he caught up to you with his long legs.

“Hey, Y/N. Wait, please.” He says pleadingly, reaching out to touch your elbow. You stop and turn to face him.

“I really don’t want to talk right now.”

"Then let's not talk."

"What?"

"Follow me." He gingerly grasps your wrist and guides you to an empty supply room.

-

The kiss was getting more passionate. You were clutching tightly to his shirt collar as you kissed him deeply. You could feel yourself slowly losing yourself in your feelings and you had to stop this before you went too far.

“Baby, baby, stop…I can’t do this right now…I might hurt you with the emotional state that I’m in.” You reluctantly pushed him away.

“Then hurt me.” He looks at you pleadingly, his lips red and puffy. His face was flushed as well.

“Wh-what?” You ask, caught off guard by his request.

“If it’ll make you feel better, hurt me.” He says with complete sincerity.

“N-no…I can’t do that.” You shake your head.

“Please…I see how upset you are. You’re furious about whatever happened in that room. You need to let this stress out instead of just bottling it up inside. That’s not healthy. Use me as stress relief, please. I promise I’ll safe word if it gets to be too much. But you need this. I can see that you do.”

“Spencer…I-I can’t…” your head reels at his words.

“But feel how hard I am for you, hon.” He says sweetly as he takes your hand and places it over the bulge in his pants. He’s definitely not above manipulation. That much is most certainly clear. “Come on…tell me I’m a whore for being this aroused by you when you’re this upset. Punish me for being a bad boy.”

“Spencer…” you warn lightly.

“Mommy…please…I’ve been such a bad boy. You’re all angry and I’m all horny. That’s just not fair. Punish me.” He whispers in your ear.

“Spencer…” you groan.

“That’s it, miss…get angry with me.” He grinds his hips against yours.

“Stop it.” You grit out.

“No.”

He’s pushing you. You shouldn’t let him but he knows full well what he’s doing and how to do it. The more you resist, the more he’ll push.

“Spencer…I’m not in the mood for this right now.”

“Yes, you are…you just refuse to let yourself be. Come on…give in.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you, Spence.”

“I promised to safe word if I needed to. And I will. But you need this. I want you to do this to me. I’m letting you do this. Just let yourself lean into it.” He begins to massage your shoulders. You’re really tense.

“Damn you.” You mutter.

His hands are off your shoulders and his hips are grinding against yours again. He's smirking at you. Your hands glide up to his shoulders and you’re whirling him around so he’s now against the wall and you’re pressing him into it. He doesn’t even try to fight you. You’re in control. You can do whatever you want to him and he’ll let you.

“You wanna be a bad boy…goad Mommy even more?”

He nods. “Yes, Mommy. Wanna make you angry. Want you to take your stress out on me. I really do promise I’ll safe word if I need to. But I want you to use me, Mommy, please.”

He looks so soft and pathetic. You growl slightly before cupping his face and kissing him passionately. He melts against you, still bucking his hips against yours before you press more into him. He whimpers at the pressure against his hard cock through his clothes. He stops his hip movement.

He moans into the kiss. He's being louder than usual and you realize that he's still likely trying to goad you into it more. You're in a semi-public place so you're all for it. You break the kiss and set a hand against his neck. You're not squeezing, it's just there on his neck.

"Shut up." You hiss.

"But it feels so good, Mommy. Want you to know how good you make me feel."

"Well we can't very well get caught, now can we? So be quiet."

"Make me."

You glare at him and he just smirks because this is exactly what he wants. He wants to make you angry. He wants you to take your anger out on him.

"I know what you're trying to do." You lean in close and whisper.

"I know you do. But it's still working, isn't it?"

"What's your color?"

"Oh so green, ma'am." He has a cocky grin on his face.

You chuckle and shake your head before you squeeze ever so slightly on his throat. You can practically see his eyes glaze over slightly with lust.

"You're sure this doesn't bother you?" You ask, still wary and concerned.

"I'm very sure. Please...keep going." He smiles reassuringly at you.

"I'm gonna bite you...you're gonna let me...and you're gonna be a good boy and be quiet, ok?"

He smiles and nods. "Ok,"

You release his neck and lean in. You waste no time smelling him, kissing him, or nibbling him. You just sink your teeth right into his neck.

He sucks in air. It hurts a bit but he loves it and he's going to take whatever his Mommy needs to give him to make herself feel better. That’s all that matters to him right now.

You bite and suck a nice mark onto his neck. He gets over the pain and lets his pleasure consume him. He’s moaning pornographically.

“Still don’t wanna be quiet?” You hiss against his neck.

“Still feels so good, Miss.”

“You’re such a whore.” You chuckle softly.

“But I’m your whore, ma’am.” He looks at you with heart eyes.

“Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do…now be quiet.”

“What will you do, Mommy? Hmm? Tell me what you’ll do if I can’t keep quiet.”

“I’ll take your tie off and stuff it in your slutty little mouth.”

“Oh please do that, please. You know the second you get your hand around my cock, I’m gonna be gone. I won’t be able to keep quiet.”

“Who said I’d be touching your cock?” You smirk.

“Wh-what?” He looks at you with those sad puppy dog eyes of his.

“Just kidding, hon.” You squeeze his bulge and he gasps sharply.

“Oh yes, Mommy, please, stroke my cock and get me ready for you.”

“You gonna be quiet?”

He shakes his head no. You chuckle. You quickly work his tie off and bunch it up and shove it in his already open mouth. You make quick work of getting his slacks undone, running your hand over his bulge through the material of his boxers. He moans through the tie. It thankfully is finally muffled.

You continued to rub him through his boxers. His head falls back against the wall and his eyes flutter closed.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Mhm.” He hums and nods.

You slip your hand inside his boxers and fondle his balls. He jolts.

"I'm gonna get you nice and hard, baby, and then I'm gonna use your cock to get me off, would you like that? Would my little whore like his Mommy to use him for her own pleasure like he was just a toy?" You squeeze his balls and he sobs into the gag, tears forming in his eyes. He nods his head enthusiastically.

You chuckle. "Thought so."

You get his slacks and his boxers pushed down, letting his cock free of its confines. It stands hard and more or less tall and proud. You take it in one hand and stroke it. Spencer moans into the gag.

“Love how even though this is about my stress relief, you still moan like the whore you are.”

Tears slip down his face. He sobs into the tie.

"'M sorry." gets muffled by the gag but it is more or less understandable.

"It's ok, baby. Just don't forget who this is about."

He nods, indicating that he remembers exactly who this is all for. You. Not him.

"Stroke yourself...slowly." You command and he obeys immediately as he takes over from you. You kick your flats off and take your own pants and underwear off completely. You take Spencer's hand and guide it to your sex as you take back over stroking him from him.

"Rub." You command and he obey immediately as he rubs at your clit in just the right way that he knows will get you wet and ready to use him.

After a few minutes of rubbing your clit, he moans into the tie when he feels how wet you are.

"Stop." You command and he does. By now his cock is hard and ready.

"Should I make you lay down on the floor so I can ride you?" You wonder out loud and Spencer nods enthusiastically.

"Alright, then. Be a good little toy and get on the ground."

He doesn't have to be told twice and immediately lies down on the ground on his back. His pants and boxers are still only halfway down his legs but he doesn't care. He can only bring himself to care about you.

He watches you intently as you position yourself. He moans into the gag when you rub his cock head over your slit and clit. He can feel how wet you are.

Tears brim at the edges of his eyes when you keep doing it and don’t put his cock inside of you already.

"Pwease." He murmurs through the tie that is still stuffed in his mouth.

"Please what, baby? I can't understand you." You tease before you slowly work the tip of his cock through your entrance.

Once again, he is moaning around the tie.

"Shh, honey. You're too loud." You continue to tease him as you slowly work more of his cock in you, which causes him to now whine into the tie.

You rock your hips back and forth slowly when you fully sink down on him. His eyes are glued to where his cock disappeared inside of you. His eyes drag up your body and land on your clothed breasts. He stares. He wants to see your breasts bounce as you bounce on his cock.

You look at where he’s looking and smirk.

“It is rather hot in here, isn’t it?” You chuckle and he nods quickly, eyes gleaming.

You slowly unbutton your shirt and he’s looking at the show with intrigue. You shrug the shirt off your shoulders and take your bra off next.

He moans softly into the tie when your breasts are fully revealed to him.

“Does my pretty toy wanna see my breasts bounce while I use him?”

He nods as tears spill from his eyes. You rock your hips back and forth before lifting them up and down. His gaze is still fixed firmly upon your bouncing breasts.

He desperately wants to touch them, to knead them, to rub his thumbs over your nipples. But he hasn’t been instructed to do that. He hasn’t been instructed not to do that either but he’d rather be safe and not do it than do it and be sorry because you didn’t tell him to do it. He knew that he’d get punished if he did something that you hadn't instructed him to do. And he didn’t want to get punished. This was about you. Not him. He had to be a good boy for you. And good boys do what they are told. Good boys don’t do things they weren’t told to do.

You start to bounce on his cock, his tip hitting just the right spot inside for the both of you. He didn't dare cum unless you gave him permission to, though.

You snake a hand down to rub at your clit. Spencer wants to rub your clit for you but he hasn’t been told to and he can’t very well ask to due to the fact that his tie is still stuffed in his mouth. He just watches you as you pleasure yourself and relieve your stress. He is happy he can help you in any way he can.

Tears brim at his eyes when he feels like he’s close to cumming and is trying really hard not to.

“You can cum in me if you want but then you’re getting my pussy on your mouth.” You tell him in a neutral tone, evidently happy to use him in any way to get off.

Spencer’s brain goes haywire trying to figure out what the best course of action is but his dick feels so good in your pussy that it’s the only thing he can bring himself to think about. His mind gets clouded with pleasure. He doesn’t even realize that he cums inside of you until you’re getting off of him.

You take the tie out of his mouth and use it to collect the bit of his cum on your thighs that’s leaking out of you. You don’t care that he can’t wear it now because it’s stained and that its absence would still raise questions among the team.

You repositioned yourself, your cunt hovering over his mouth. He opens his mouth and pants lightly, sticking his tongue out like a dog as he eagerly waits for you to sit on your throne (meaning his face). When you do, his lips immediately begin to suck on your clit as he wraps them around it.

You grind against his face and his tongue delves into your heat. His nose bumps your clit as his tongue flicks in and out of you.

“That’s it…such a good toy.” You praise as you card your fingers through his hair.

He whimpers against you. You rock more back and forth and he licks and sucks more. He knows you don’t have much time left before the team gets suspicious or either of you are wanted by the Lead Investigator. He works faster to bring you to an orgasm, paying special attention to licking and sucking your clit. Your arousal coats his lips and chin.

There is a knock on the supply room door.

Spencer stills his movement, mortified at the prospect of getting caught. He expects you to stop and get off of him. But you don’t.

Instead, you grasp his hair a bit tightly and hiss: “don’t you dare fucking stop.” And so, he continued.

“You two wanna stop smooching? They’re gonna want Reid next after Hotch.” Derek’s voice comes through the door.

“Uh…y-yeah…we’ll be out in a minute!” You call back out to him, succeeding and not letting him in on the fact that you were not in fact smooching.

“You gotta make me cum in the next minute, baby, can you do that? Pretty please?” You softly as you tug on Spencer’s hair again.

“Mhm.” He hums as he doubles his previous efforts. He’s licking and sucking faster. And you have to work harder to contain your moans.

It only takes a minute before his face is getting even more coated in your arousal. He moans deeply against you but it’s muffled still. You get off of him and clean up and get dressed quickly.

Derek is outside of the room and surveys the two of you. You’d done a good job of hiding what you’d done and Derek just thinks you two were kissing.

You go back amongst the group and Spencer is called in next after Hotch.

Hotch sits down next to you after he comes out. He doesn’t look happy.

“Did they ask you too?” You ask as you look over at him.

He nods. “They did. It’s completely unwarranted and inappropriate. They’re going after both of us for things they know we didn’t do just to try and justify investigating you for something else you didn’t do. Anyway…did you and Reid…have a nice time?” He asks with a small smile on his face.

“Wh-what?” You ask, cheeks tinging pink as you look at him to see if he’s asking what you’re afraid that he’s asking.

“You seem pretty pissed. You’re under investigation here. I can only imagine how it was for you. Did you let off that steam?” He asks and is completely serious but doesn’t seem mad.

“Sir…I don’t think that’s an appropriate question.”

“Just say yes or no and we can drop the subject. I just want to make sure one of my best agents isn’t keeping her emotions bottled up until they explode.”

“Y-yes…it got…taken care of.” You answered, feeling weird about your unit chief asking you such a question.

“Good.” He nods.

[bubbleebubz]

Can you please do spencer reid smut!!! With a dom spencer reid, with pet names (GOOD GIRL) and Bondage!!! So! Much! Bondage! And they are so mady in love ajd its kinky but also so wholesome PLEASE

YES YES YESSSSS (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧✧✧ʸᴱˢ

It's 1 AM bare with me pls pls

SMUTT, CURSING, ORAL SEX (female receiving) lovey dovey after care.

Bound to love

Spencer loved having Y/N move in with him. Especially when he comes home from long cases, to just have her there with him already makes him so happy.

Spencer was away on a week long case, it didn't go smoothly, the information didn't add up and the MO switched mid case.

So when he got home and saw Y/N in only his sweatshirt and a pair of panties he lost it.

"Your home! " Y/N says happily running over and kissing him, just a quick peck. He pulls her closer kissing her harder and longer, forcing his tongue in her mouth making her moan.

"I missed you.. So. Much" he said between kisses. "How much? " she teases, feeling arousal course through her veins and into her panties.

"Go to the bedroom, strip and sit on the bed and I'll show you, I'll be there in a minute now be a good girl and be patient. No touching yourself sweetheart" he says smirking.

Her cheeks blush at the pet name and she nods and does as told.

Spencer takes his sweet ass time, making her wait, testing her patients, seeing how well she will listen, he gets a glass of water and some snacks for after.

Y/N waits impatiently naked on their shared bed.

Of course she wanted to be a good girl, but sometimes it's fun breaking the rules.

She lays back, propped up on some pillows and spreads her legs, smearing her wetness from her slit to her clit (I'm Dr Seuss now?) rubbing it lazily.

Spencer hears her moan and grins to himself. His plan worked. He knew she wouldn't be able to wait, she is to much of a needy slut.

He enters the bed room with a bag.

"Tsk tsk, i thought you were my good girl baby? Hm? " He says disappointedly. "M'your good girl Spence" she whines as he removes her hand from herself, she looks at the bag and then back at him and raises an eyebrow.

He leans down, his mouth next to her ear. "Remember you said you wanted to try some new things? Hmm? " he whispers out into her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. She nods. "Words love" he reminds. "Y-yes" she says, trying to focus on his words rather than the close proximity. "Good girl, now, do you trust me? " he asks standing back up and away "yes of course" she says. He smiles.

He pulls a soft rope out of the bag, it's his favorite shade of purple. Her breathing hitches.

"Is this ok? " he asks before he ties her wrists to the bed. She nods before remembering to use her words. "Yes sir" she says.

The ropes are tight, but give enough room not to hurt and to be comfortable. Then he ties her ankles to the bed.

"You ok? " he asks one more time. "Yes please just touch me Spencer " she whines, hips arching off the bed in need.

He chuckles before stripping himself of his work clothing. His cock hard, leaking precum, her pussy clenches at the thought of him being inside her.

He kisses her passionately, kissing down her neck, flicking his tongue across both her nipples, before decending lower to her sweet pussy, licking around where she needs him the most before he takes her clit into his mouth sucking gently.

His finger slips in before another one is added making her whimper out in pleasure. "Spencer oh god I'm gonna cum" she moans. He groans against her, vibrating against her. She cums hard but he doesn't stop til she comes another time.

"Need your cock please" she says desperately, "shh your gonna get it, be a good girl" he groans, stroking himself before lining up with her dripping core. He pushes in, letting out a low groan. His face burried in her neck, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

"Your taking me so good"

"Such a good girl for me"

"Your mine, this pussy was made for me baby"

"Making me feel so good sweetheart. "

The words send her over the edge, he soon follows after, filling her pussy up with his seed.

"I love you" she says out of breath.

"I love you too, so much" he says before quickly getting the water and snacks he prepared earlier.

"You were so good baby" he says, her head on his chest, as they watch her favorite movie.

"I liked that a lot" she admits shyly.

[mggsv]

My Remedy

m!reader x spencer reid (18+)(fluff)(angst sorta but happy ending)

summary: Spencer’s had a rough day at work, and you do your best to make him feel better

warnings: soft dom!reader, sub!spencer, subspace, sir kink, praise kink, milking

“Spence..? Baby..talk to me. Can you hear me?”

“M..Mhm.”

“Sweetheart..i need a clear answer. Let’s stop right here-“

“No- It’s..it’s okay.. keep going.”

His breath hitched as you kissed up his trembling thighs lovingly. Your fingers slipped deeper into your lover’s hole while you watched his glossy eyes, and the faded tear marks on his cheeks. He moaned softly..your name slipping beautifully off his tongue.

Spencer had a bad day at work that day. The way he came into your shared apartment and immediately went to the bedroom without your normal kiss was the first alarm. Secondly, it was the shower water running afterwards. You always showered with Spencer when he got off of work- no matter if you’d taken one already or not. You enjoyed the space you both shared (and washing his hair was a fever dream). You ordered his favorite too, indian food. Hell- you’d starve yourself until he got home and don’t have an issue with it, as long as it was time spent together.

“..Spence?” You frown as you call out to him. You made your way down the hall to your shared bedroom, making your way to the bathroom door. You knock twice before you heard it, faint, but as you leaned your ear against the door you heard him sniffling. “Baby..?” you speak softly, “Are you okay?” He sniffled once more, a faint “no” could be heard.

“..May I come in?” the shower water turns off, and you hear Spencer mutter, “yes..”

You open the door to find your lover sitting on the edge of the tub, looking down at his lap. “What’s wrong baby?” you ask him, taking a seat down on the floor by his long legs. you lean your head on his thigh, smiling softly when he starts to touch your hair.

“Bad day at work.” he sighs.

“We’ve all had those.” you chuckle. his hands pull gently at the strands.

“..it’s just..it was overwhelming. one case after the other i don’t sleep. i think my mental stability just collapsed, i couldn’t proceed with work and came home.” the thoughts made you frown while Spencer shuddered. “i’m sorry for ignoring you.”

“Sweetheart ..it’s okay. How about this: i draw you a nice warm bath, and get the food heated up and then we can head on to bed hm? no boring late night shows, just us in bed.” You stand up and grab his hand, which he gladly accepted. You kept his hand as you turned on the tub water, looking underneath the bathroom sink for his little aftercare basket you had.

“..Baby?” Spencer’s voice filled your ears. You look back at the red figure and raise a brow, “Yes sweetheart?”

“Tonight can we..”

And so it started, Spencer on his back while you fingered his already gaping hole. You watched intensely at the way he tried his best to stay still. Helplessly stroking his little cock, you prod your fingers at his prostate, pressing against it gently.

“feels s’ good..” he moaned, back arching just the slightest. “that’s good baby,” you cooed, biting your lip as you sped up, “i want you to feel good.”

“i wanna- i wanna cum..” Spencer’s bottom starts to twitch, that pool building in his stomach for the third time tonight, “..please sir” he begged, shutting his eyes tightly. your fingers brushed against his prostate once more and he shudders. he felt like jelly against your body. You were so hard.. but this was about making Spencer feel his absolute best.

“fuck fuck fuck-“ he choked out a groan, body twitching even harder, still, you gripped his little cock in your hand and jerked his off faster, thumb shielding his tip. “s..sir please..” he whimpered, rutting against your hand.

“be still baby. you’re doing very good for me, so good” you loom over him and smile softly, leaning down to kiss his nose. Spencer began to spew nonsense as his whole body shook, tears leaking from his eyes once more. “c..can’t hold it” he breathes deeply.

you let up, hands and all. you sit back and watch his cock shoot it’s strings. all over Spencer’s tummy. “sir…s-“ he cried out, thrusting into the air as he kept cumming. you enjoyed milking Spencer, you knew he loved it as well.

Once he calmed down, his body stilled, and you watched it relax.

“Spence…? Baby?” you murmur, grabbing a wash rag to clean his body with. You made sure to grab the aftercare basket with you from the bathroom.

“mm..” he breathed shakily. as you clean his body you notice he’s staring up at the ceiling, eyes clouded and hazy.

“Sweetheart- focus on my voice okay?”

“..mhm” he moans. you touch his body gently. washing him off and kissing each little spot. “come back to me hm? you have food to eat i know you’re hungry.” chuckling softly you kiss his forehead.

“I love you sweetheart.” you say once more

[stairain]

Down by the Dock.

After telling Spencer how distant he's been, he's determined to prove just how close he can get with you.

Warnings: Soft Dom Spencer, slight angst, creampie, breeding kink, gentle sex, praise, nicknames, missionary. 

WC: 4.3K

You were sitting on the edge of the dock, lightly skidding your feet into the water of the ocean as you looked onward at the sunset. Swirls of orange, pink, and purple overtook the sky as you sat on the damp wood surface, right outside of you and Spencer’s beach house.

This was supposed to be a romantic getaway from your daily lives, a time where you could be with him as much as you wanted and needed, however, that still didn’t deter the dull ache in your chest. 

A few minutes passed, and you heard footsteps padding closer to you. Spencer walked out onto the deck with a blanket over his shoulder and his hands in his pockets. He saw you and smiled.

"Hi. Ready to watch the sunset?" He asked, gesturing to the blanket he had brought for you. You look over your shoulder at him and give him a solemn smile.

“Yeah..” Turning your head back to the sky, you bring your legs to your chest, tucking your knees under your chin.

Your boyfriend sat down next to you, wrapping the blanket over your shoulders and putting an arm around you as he did so.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, his tone filled with concern. You take a deep breath and let the crisp evening air flood your lungs, you look away from him as you bite your lip. 

“I don’t know, Spence..”

"Do you want to talk about it, baby?” He asked gently, rubbing your shoulders and looking at you with a gentle and comforting expression. He had always wanted you to feel the same comfort around him that he felt around you. He wanted you to know that you could come to him about anything. Spencer always did whatever it took to make you feel better, and this was no exception.

He would do anything for you, no matter what it was.

You turn your neck to look at him with glossy eyes and quickly look away. “Are we okay..?”

With a nod, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. He smiled comfortingly.

"Of course. We're always okay.”

He said quietly, holding you close after the kiss. He felt a sense of responsibility for you that he had never before felt for anyone else, and he wanted to make sure that you felt safe around him. He wanted to make you feel loved, cared for, and understood, so he held you close to him. 

"What can I do to make us better than ‘okay’”? He asked, knowing you needed comfort. You shook your head at his words and sniffed.

“I-I don’t know.. Just been feeling like we’ve been drifting, recently..”

Spencer’s heart broke at your words, and he held you even closer.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

He mumbled, rubbing your back slowly in a comforting, soothing way. "How long have you been feeling that way?” 

You let yourself be held by him, and you could feel the tears running down your cheeks, soaking into the blanket he had wrapped around you.

“You’ve just been so busy with work and I know how important it is, b-but I just- I don’t know.. feeling not so important to you, you know?”

He nods as he wiped some of the tears from your eyes with a soft expression of remorse.

"I should have realized sooner. I'm sorry, sweetheart.” He whispered sweetly, stroking your face with his hand. "I don't want you to feel like my work is more important than you. Because in the end, if I had to choose, I'd only ever choose you."

Taking a few staggering breaths, you nod at his words. “Thank you, Spence.. I’m sorry for all of this.” You look down at your hands and begin to play with your nails to distract yourself.

"Stop apologizing, sweetheart. You're allowed to express your emotions. And I'm here to support you, no matter what. Don't be afraid to come to me."

He whispered, his tone filled with understanding and kindness. He gave you a soft smile, wanting nothing more than to help ease your pain. "This was my fault. Not yours. I should’ve noticed earlier on. And you're not alone; I'm here for you. Always."

With another nod, you look up at him and gaze into his eyes, admiring how the colorful sky reflected beautiful light on his features. “I love you, Spence.”

His heart fluttered at your words, causing him to blush ever so slightly. He placed his hands on your cheeks gently, leaning in just slightly and kissing you softly on the lips.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

He whispered gently, holding you close after the kiss. He was grateful to have you in his life, and he hoped you knew just how much he cared about you, how much he loved you.

As soon as he had broken the first kiss, it had only left you wanting more. Hearing his confessions of pure, unbridled love and care for you made a deep passion inside of you ignite. 

You look at him with a faux pout on your mouth.

Spencer chuckled softly at the pout on your face, and leaned in again, kissing you gently on the lips, this time kissing you a little more passionately than the first one. His hands rubbed your back gently, and he ran a hand through your hair, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you. 

As the sun began to set below the horizon of water and the two of you continued to embrace and kiss the other, he reluctantly pulled away and got up to kneel beside you.

“Come on, love. It’s getting cold out.”

In one swift fluid motion, he lifted you up in the air, as if you weighed next to nothing; he carried you through the house and into your shared bedroom, laying you down on the bed gently. 

As you lay against the bed, you sprawled yourself out against the plush material of the cold blankets and pillows, and looked up at him with adoring eyes.

Spencer’s breath catches in his throat when he gets a good look at you laying there, all his. He crawled onto the bed on top of you, getting as close as he possibly could. With wide eyes of his own, he stares into yours before whispering against your face. 

“Are you alright with this, sweetheart?” He whispered, his voice was low and husky, full of passion. When careful fingers find your waist, you all but melt into the soft touch.

You could feel his breath on your skin and the heat his strong body radiated off. The look on your face was one of pure need. The need to be taken care of, to be cared for, to be worshiped. 

You nod, swallowing. 

He smiled and began kissing your neck, moving down to your collarbone as he ran his hands up and down your body. He did just as he knew you needed, and he cared for you, as he always did. You were the most important person in the world to him, and you knew he'd do anything you asked to take care of you, to love you, and to show just how much he meant it when he told you he loved you more than life itself.

Shivers ran through your frame at the feeling of his large warm hands running over your cold skin. The window that was facing the water wasn’t helping with the chill you felt, but you knew Spencer would warm you up in no time.

His warm hands moved over you in a gentle, comforting way, as he placed numerous tender kisses on you, on your neck, shoulders, chest, everywhere he could reach. His kisses were full of love, passion, and affection, and they were meant to take you to a place of total bliss. You knew you could always count on him to make you feel loved and appreciated, and he did it better than anyone else in the world could. He did everything he could for you, and he would always be there for you.

You took a deep breath when you felt his gentle hands pull at the buttons of your shorts, and reached your hands down to help him. But he was quick to grab your wrists and gently place them against your chest, he didn’t want you doing any work right now.

“Hands to yourself baby, you know better.” 

His tone was gentle, yet still scolding. It made your mouth dry and your panties wet. You’d do anything for him as long as he kept speaking to you in that voice of his. 

“S-Sorry, Spence..”

You move your hands so they’re side by side with your head, trying to relax and let him do everything he wants to you.

“I’ll take care of you, you know that." 

He kissed your forehead softly, looking down at you with his light eyes as he continued to undress you. His hands continued moving gently, and he worked your shorts down slowly, taking his time as he did so.

A small gasp leaves you at the way you’re left in your little lace underwear, laid out just for him. And you can hear the sound of your shorts hitting the hardwood floor, and soon enough, your panties, top, and bra, would be joining it. 

"You're gorgeous, darling."

Spencer whispered gently, giving you soft kisses as he did so. With every press of his lips against your goosebump raised skin, it only further turned you on. It was embarrassing to you, how easily he was able to arouse you. But he loved it. He loved being able to get your panties soaked and your cheeks flushed with a blush, just from a few kisses. 

You heard him undo his belt and pull down his pants, taking them off and then dropping them to the floor. The sound of the hardware of his buckle hitting the wood of the night stand made you shudder in anticipation, and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together in excitement. 

“Are you still doing okay, baby?” 

He looks at you and faintly raises a brow.

“Y-Yes.. Spence..”

He smiled softly at you, and he leaned down to give you a gentle kiss down the lower part of your neck, before he leaned back up and his hands went back down to pull your underwear down slowly.

"Good girl.." 

You squirmed in his hold against the bed as he slowly, teasingly, dragged your underwear down your bottom.

Spencer chuckled softly at your squirms. It made him know that he was doing everything right, and he continued to slowly pull your underwear down your bottom.

"Easy there, darling. You can wait.”

He softly spoke, his tone full of devotion and love as he tried to tease you as much as possible, which proved to be quite easy. You could feel the fabric being pulled away from you body, and all you could do was lay back and let him take control. 

You wanted to wince when you could feel him pulling the drenched fabric off your body, practically having to peel them off of your soaked pussy because of how wet you were. 

You felt his eyes on you, watching with eager interest. They were filled with adoration and arousal. He couldn't wait to show you how much he loved you, and the sight of you was already more than he could've ever dreamed of. 

"You're so beautiful, sweet thing..." Spencer whispers, his voice a husky tone full of passion and excitement as he licks over his bottom lip.

“Thank you.. Spence, y-you’re beautiful, too..” You shyly murmur as you stare at the ceiling, trying not to focus on the embarrassment rising in your cheeks from how hard you think he’s staring at your exposed body. 

And you’re right. His eyes are absolutely shining with fascination at just how soaked you are, from a few light touches and kisses to your neck. He reaches out a gentle hand and pushes your folds around, smearing the slicks all over your thighs and his fingers. You moan at the feeling.

"You're very welcome, darling. You look so beautiful right now.." He whispered, smiling softly and letting his eyes follow every curve of your body. He was absolutely entranced by you, and he could barely control the intense look in his eyes of wanting you more than anything in the world. 

Spencer pulls his hand away from you, and slips them in his mouth for a quick moment, cleaning your arousal from his fingers. You watch the way his eyes roll into the back of his head when he retracts his fingers out of his mouth. 

"I love you. So much."

“I-I love you too..”

The soft crashes of the waves against the dock were audible in the room, and it only added to the calming atmosphere that engulfed you entirely and made you dizzy with bliss.

As he kneels in front of your spread body, he reaches a hand out to stroke over the skin of your thigh. 

“You wanna keep your shirt on or off, baby?”

He knew you were iffy about being completely naked, even in front of him, and you can’t help the swell of your heart at how considerate he’s always been towards you. 

“Y-You can take it off, Spence.. I don’t mind.” 

And his eyes practically glowed at your words, they were filled with admiration and love, at how much you trusted him. 

With a nod, he leans over you to pull up the soft fabric of your top, pulling it over your head, leaving you only in your bra. He reaches out to play with the delicate straps. 

“And this? You wanna keep it on, my love?”

You shake your head hesitantly, you trusted him completely, and wanted him to know just how much. 

His hands reach behind you, and your body arches under him to help. A small smile quirks on his lips at the sight, and he begins to unclasp your bra. 

And once he pulls the lacy undergarment off of you, he tenderly rubs the fabric between his fingers as he stares down at your fully bare body. He licks over his lips and sets the bra gently on the floor next to the rest of your clothing. 

“My god, baby.. You’re incredible.” 

And with the way his voice is utterly dripping with sincerity and pure adoration, you believe him. A small smile of your own creeps onto your face at his praise. 

“Thank you, Spence..” 

He nods, feeling far too emotional to speak at this moment. Kneeling back, Spencer goes down to pull down his own underwear, and even though it's a sight you’ve seen numerous times before, you couldn't ever bring yourself to get tired of it. 

As he threw the thin underwear onto the floor, his thick and heavy cock sways with his body, and god did you need him so badly it was starting to hurt. 

His hand wraps around his member, and he bites his lip at the feeling. You’re forced to watch him give himself pleasure with a pout, because you know you can make him feel better than that hand of his, even though it’s the same hand that’s brought you to countless orgasms before. 

You rub your thighs together in hopes of some relief, and he chuckles when he realizes just how desperate you’ve become. He grabs himself at the base of his dick, and slowly passes it through the slippery folds of your cunt.

The feeling of being entirely coated with your arousal makes his head spin, and it makes your breath grow short. The blunt tip of his cock buts against your sensitive clit and you’d be ashamed to admit that it was already bringing you so close over the edge. 

“P-Please.. Spen-” 

“Shh shh, I know, baby..” 

He’s quick to shut you up, because only he knows what’s the best for you, and right now, he’s giving it to you. 

Spencer rubs his head over your hole, before slowly, so slowly, pushing himself inside of your warm walls. The intrusion makes you wince, he’s always been big, and somehow he always made it fit. 

With each inch he sheathes inside of you, the fuller and fuller you feel. You can feel yourself tightening involuntarily around him, and you can hear just how wet you are when you do. With each squeeze of your pussy around his cock, and quiet squelch can be heard, you were so wet that you were already leaking around him.

And when he’s entirely engulfed inside of you, his pelvis pressing into the sides of your thighs, your legs wrapped around his back, he throws his head back at how warm you are. It’s almost burning him, and he can’t get enough of it, even if you him fuck you forever. 

But he’d still be a foolish man to ever deny the offer.

The man gently caresses your soft skin as he forces himself to stay still inside of you, despite how hard it was, and despite how much he just wanted to fill you over and over again with his cock, then once more with his searing hot cum. 

“Let me know when, baby. O-Okay?”

His voice is wavering at how much control he’s trying to instill, and you’re not doing too hot either. Your body is trembling against the sheets as you try to adjust to the intrusion and keep your release at bay. 

After a few soft cries and moans from you, and a few more groans and heavy sighs from Spencer, you clench around him to let him know you’re ready, and the feeling makes him keel over your body, caging your head with his arms. 

“Fuck, baby..” 

His fingers intertwined with yours beside your head, and began to shallowly thrust into your weeping cunt. 

Looking down was a big mistake, you soon found. Because the second you leaned up slightly to watch the way he fucked you, you threw you head back almost immediately. 

After noticing this, he does the same. He bows his head down to look where your two bodies meet, and he lets out a guttural moan at the sight. 

“God, look at you, angel.. You’re swallowing me right up.”

You shake your head at his words and squeeze your eyes shut. Because you know if you look again, you’ll be trembling and cumming on his cock that instant you see the way his thick cock pushes into your greedy cunt. 

Spencer’s having a hard enough time as is holding himself back, just watching the way he disappears inside your pretty pussy has him rolling his eyes back into his head. Seeing the way your slick arousal has turned white on his length because of how much he’s been encasing himself inside of you. 

The fingers that are intertwined with yours leave your hands, and reach down to hold you in a firm grip at your hips. He uses them to pull your body down against him, further humping his cock into your drenched hole. 

He begins to rub the sweat slicked skin of your hips as he still fucks into you so lovingly.  

His touches were so gentle and comforting that it almost made you feel drowsy. You let out a soft yawn and felt your eyelids grow heavier with each tender pass of his cock inside of you.

Spencer was quick to notice this, and pat you lightly against the side of your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“Come on baby, stay with me. I know you can do it..”

His voice was full of so much emotion it made you want to cry. The way he talked to you like you were precious to him never ceased to make you absolutely melt under his gaze.

With a nod, you blinked a few times to bring yourself back to full consciousness, and lolled your head back against the plush pillows as your swollen lips pushed out a soft moan.

“There you go.. that’s my sweet girl..”

Each roll of his hips into you drove you crazy, and the way he was making you feel was out of place with how tenderly he was making love to you. He made you feel like your body was on fire, like at any given moment, you’d be gushing around his cock and soaking his skin and sheets. 

You clench around him to pull him even deeper inside of you, and he groans loudly at the sensation. You were so close already, he might as well have gotten an award. 

Spencer readjusts his body to plant his knees firmer against the bed, and leans down to wrap his arms around your waist to lift your lower body against his own. He began to fuck into you quicker now, just how you needed it. A whiny whimper was what you granted him in response. 

He nodded, and a shudder ran through him at how amazing you felt around him, and how utterly beautiful you sounded and looked.  

“Anytime you need to, baby.” 

Sounding breathless, he grinds his body harder, faster, and longer into yours. You’re sucking him up like it’s your job, and feel him yanking you closer and closer to your release.

Your hands gripped at the sheets, your nails digging into them in a substitute for Spencer’s back. You didn’t want to hurt him right now, not when he was taking care of you like the most delicate thing to ever exist, definitely not.

“I-I love you s-so much.. So so much, Spence..” 

You pathetically yet lovingly confess to him through a moan, and your eyebrows scrunched at the imminent orgasm that was quickly washing over you.

“Oh baby.. I love you too, more than anything.” 

His voice is full of adoration, and you can hear the way he’s fighting off cutting himself off with loud moans and groans of his own. 

Your body trembles as your cunt gives one last greedy swallow of his entire length, and you can practically see the back of your skull with how hard your eyes are rolling. Warmth. Warmth is all you feel. 

You’re gushing around him, feeling your release spill out of you around him and coat your thighs and drip down to your ass. Your orgasm sends you into a state of euphoria, and after your body turns stiff from the impact, you go entirely limp in his hold, moaning and whimpering endlessly. 

“My sweet baby.. You did so well.” 

He whispers through your noises, and starts to push into you quicker, chasing after his own very close release. With your orgasm still wracking through your fragile body, he can just feel the flutter of your pussy around him, begging to be filled with his cum. 

“Baby- Baby I’m gonna cum.. W-Where?” 

His voice sounds absolutely desperate, like if you didn’t answer him in the next second he’d explode. 

Crying out through a moan, you squeeze your cunt harder, pulling him deeper and deeper where you needed him most, where you needed him to claim you, and show you just how sorry he is for being so distant. 

“I-Inside.. Now, Spence.. Oh–Please, I need it so bad.. Please…” 

Spencer shakes his head at your response, as if it drove him crazy. And truthfully, it did. Nothing sounded more appealing than absolutely filling you to the brim with his thick, warm, cum. He needed it inside of you, probably more than you did. He wanted to stuff you with his release, praying to god your body would take his seed into you, and give you the family you always yearned to have. 

You deserve it. You deserve everything. 

Is what he chants to himself in his head, it wasn’t like he needed any help believing it, he just wanted to make sure he did a good job of showing you just how devoted he was towards you, and how far he'd go just to make sure you’re happy. 

With one final push into you, he locks himself inside of you, and keeps himself there. He’s so fucking deep inside of you that you can feel his tip blowing a kiss to your cervix, and yet the both of you craved he could get deeper. A primal moan left his mouth, accompanying your whines of pure pleasure.

Spencer’s hips stutter against your thighs, and you feel him lose all of his control at that moment. He’s pouring his release into you, shooting thick ribbons of arousal and coating your walls. 

And he was tucked so far into you, that none of it leaked out. So he pumped you full of cum, and forced your body to take it, take it as your own. 

When his release starts to subside, he lets out a soft laugh and squeezes at the flesh of your waist. 

“You alright, love?”

You wordlessly nod, and swallow the spit pooling in your mouth. You lean up on your forearms to look up at him with a gaze full of unmistakable admiration and adoration. He returns it. 

With a breathless moan, he starts to slowly pull out of you, but you’re quick to protest. With your legs against his back, you pull him closer to you, and force him back inside of you. 

“Stay, Spence.. Please..” 

He looks up at you with a crooked smile and tilts his head to the side. With a slightly trembling hand, he reaches it up to your face and moves some of the sweaty hair stuck on your face out of the way, and leans down the best he can to press a kiss to your cheek. 

“Baby I honestly think I’m stuck inside of you at this point, you don’t have to worry about that.” 

[gublersg1rl]

nobody ever talks about how hard it is to be a soft dom spencer reid girly in a sub spencer fandom

[whiskeyghoul]

All Tied Up || [Spencer Reid X f!Reader] Pt.4

A/N: Welcome to: The porn chapter part 2 electric boogaloo. This one is even longer, since it's the final part. I hope you like it. I took a bit longer to write it too. Lmk if there are any ideas for other stories you'd be interested in me writing and I will see what I can do.

Tags: shibari, aftercare, implied aftercare, softdom spencer reid, piv, safe, protected.

Previous part || First part

You laid on the bed, looking up at Spencer who had just taken his belt off. It fell to the ground with a soft clink, his pants did nothing to hide his arousal. Your eyes landed on it, taking in just how large he would be. How beautifully he could fill you up. It made your mouth water slightly at the idea. Spencer saw you eye him and he smirked, “Like what you see?” he asked teasingly. “I’m not complaining.” You said back, a streak of confidence in your current compromising position. You were still trying to catch your breath after climaxing around his fingers. Spencer let out another breathy laugh. 

Spencer took his sweater off, discarding it to the floor together with his belt. He padded over to the bed, climbing back onto the bed. It dipped with his weight, your eyes following his movements. He sat up on his knees, leaning back and slowly unbuttoning his button up. Eyes trained on those fingers, how expertly he moved them. You could almost feel them inside you again. Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips unconsciously. He shrugged off the button down, exposing his torso and allowing ample time to look him over. He was toned, you knew he had to be but somehow under the button down and sweaters he just seemed skinny. Now that he had taken off his shirt you could see some of the clear muscle definition. He wasn’t muscled like Derek is, but you quite liked the sight in front of you. Maybe even preferred it to the more muscled physique that so many men tried to achieve. Spencer leaned down, placing his hands on either side of your body as he sat between your opened thighs. Leaning over you, his short curls falling forward slightly. He looked into your eyes and you stared back. Deep amber, brown honey almost completely swallowed by the black of his pupils. But you could still see some of the colors that you have seen so many times. His eyes flicked down towards your lips, then back up again to make eye contact. “I want to kiss you.” He said it so close to you you felt his breath ghost over your lips. “Go ahead.” You could barely finish the two little words before he pressed his lips against yours. You could feel the slight scruff of his day old shave as his soft lips molded against yours. It was soft, tender and gentle. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as you felt his hand move up your body, settling at the back of your neck to hold you close. The shift caused him to press his chest to yours.

Your nipples rubbed the skin of his chest, a soft moan escaping you and Spencer took it as his chance to deepen the kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, licking and tasting around. Pressing together, the kiss turned from gentle to needy. His hand grabbing the hair at the back of your neck, pulling it slightly to turn your head upwards, eliciting a moan in the progress. The need to touch him took over. To pull him close and feel your arms wrapped around him. Running your hands through his soft hair was all you could think about. His hips ground into yours. The still clothed erection rubbing against the wetness of your panties. The friction caused a soft groan to be emitted by Spencer. The sound came from the back of his throat and you swallowed it up greedily. You wanted more of it, more of his sounds, his taste, his feeling. As much as he was willing to give at that moment. You moved your hips, grinding against him to pull another groan from him. Spencer let out a soft gasp, you grinned in turn. “I’ll wipe that grin off your face.” Spencer groaned, pulling on your hair again. A gasp leaving your lips, “I can’t wait.” You watched as he moved his free hand down, the sound of his zipper gliding down felt louder than it was in reality. He slipped his hand in his pocket afterwards, fishing out a foil packet that you recognized all too easily as a condom. This was really happening, not some weird day dream about your co-worker, he was right in front of you within reach and yet you couldn’t touch him. Spencer pulled his cock from the confines of his pants, which slipped down slightly to hang around his hips. Exposing the tuft of hair right at the base of his beautiful cock. 

That’s what it was. Beautiful. Probably the most beautiful you had seen. It was long, slightly curved and smooth. The vein at the bottom was just begging for you to run your tongue over. Spencer wrapped his hand around the base, giving himself a few strokes. You bit the inside of your cheek, knowing you had been staring you looked up to see a half smirk on his lips. His look sent another shiver down your body. The thought of him inside you made your pussy clench, butterflies filling your stomach at the scene playing in your head. The sound of the condom being opened made your eyes flick down again, watching him roll the latex over the head and fully down the length. His right hand found its way back to your pussy, pushing the lace aside again before slipping his pointer finger and middle finger in effortlessly. You clenched around him, excited to be feeling filled up again. Spencer made a scissoring motion, spreading you open further before removing his fingers and gathering up some of your wetness. You watched him spit in his hand before stroking his cock again, wetting the length with the combined liquids. 

Your hands wanted to move, touch him, urge him to be faster and enter you. Being tied in place made a frustrated groan leave your lips again. “Feeling impatient?” Spencer teased and you rolled your eyes at the comment. You were anything but impatient, he was just taking his sweet time. “I want you.” It was a needy sound, a plea for him. Spencer swallowed at your words, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down tempting you to kiss and bite it. You didn’t have time to, though, when he descended down on you, lips finding yours again as you felt the tip of his cock slide through your soaked folds. A surprised moan leaving your lips. He ground his hips against you and you gladly reciprocated. Moving your hips in perfect synchronization with him. Your tongue greedily searches out his, swallowing the soft groans that left him. His pants discarded along the way. He guided himself to have his tip rub against your clit a few times before he pushed it in.

The stretch made you gasp, your eyes fluttering close at the pleasurable feeling. Spencer’s hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer against him as he entered you. Slowly, so slowly, he filled you. A low groan falling from his lips. Like you had thought, it was perfect. His cock was thick enough to make you feel full, the length hitting you right where it felt best. His pelvis met yours, skin to skin as he was completely inside of you. His right hand splayed over your pubic area, lifting his head to look at you. He gently pressed down, causing you to moan his name at the pressure on your walls. The feeling caused you to clench and in turn he let out a groan. Your name tumbled from his lips with admiration “God… I can feel myself inside you.” He said it almost like he was in awe of you. “Fuck, Spencer, move please.” You begged softly, grinding against him, rolling your hips to get any amount of friction.

Spencer sucked his teeth, a small grin as he pinned you in place to stop you from moving. Another whine released from your throat. “I’m going to be taking my time with you.” He said the words slowly, pulling his hips back as he spoke until just the tip was left inside of you. His breath hitched, punctuating his sentence. “You’re going to enjoy taking it just how I give it to you.” His hand stayed on your pubic area before he snapped his hips forward, filling you completely again. The tip hit your cervix. Strangled moan escaping you at the pressure of it, coupled by the groan that left Spencer, it sounded plain erotic. Spencer’s head dipped down, his lips finding the skin of your jaw before moving downward. Lips and teeth and tongue on your skin, down to your neck, your collar bone before they found the swell of your breasts, leaving probable hickies in his way. Your bra still pushed under them allowed his lips to latch to your nipple, warm and wet lips enveloping the left one, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin caused you to arch your back. Needing more of his touch.

He repeated the motion of moving his hips back slowly, pulling out near completely before pushing back into you in one fell swoop. Continuously hitting that same spot, causing waves of pleasure to move through your body, the slow pulling out working to calm you down to a certain extent. Each time a soft whine or whimper escaped you, wanton sounds that were needy and high pitched. If you were to hear yourself back you’d deny ever making these noises. When Spencer started to set a steady pace you rejoiced internally, eyes fluttering closed as your mouth hung open with pleasure. Perhaps he’d taken pity on you, or perhaps he couldn’t hold back anymore either. Spencer pulled his mouth away from your nipple, moving back to kissing you hungrily. Like he was trying to swallow every sound you made. His lips tasted of your skin. “More- Spencer- Need more.” You couldn’t form a full sentence. The words taken right out of your mouth as you tried to keep up.

The sound of your skin meeting filled the room alongside your gasps, the wet sound of your kissing and the moans that filtered out from both Spencer and you. The hand that had been planted firmly on your pubic bone traveled down, his thumb brushing against your clit in gentle circles. Combined with the steady pace you got closer and closer to your orgasm. You could feel Spencer’s pace falter every few thrusts, an omen of him possibly getting closer to climax too. Your limbs started to ache from the way they were angled and the pressure as your muscles flexed.

Spencer’s fingers moved more quickly, more intensely as he brought you closer to the edge. The action made your legs tremble, unable to clench them together in their tied up position. The spasms making their way through your body. Spencer’s name fell from your lips like chanted prayers, mixed in were the calls of ‘I’m close’ and pleas of letting you come. Your words and sounds only work to urge him on. “Come for me. Show me how much you love it.” Spencer whispered, pressing his lips under your ear with a breathy groan. His thumb flicking your clit expertly as he used his free hand to angle your body just right for him to hit your most pleasurable spots.

You closed your eyes, screwing them shut as you let the feeling overtake you. Pleasure washing over you in waves as you hit your climax. Your jaw slack as the moan that escapes your body can’t be contained. Feeling your walls clench and contract around Spencer’s length, earning you one of the most delicious groans from him. He kept his fingers moving, his thrusts even as he fucked you through your high. Leaning your head to the side against your arm, chest raising up and down with labored breathing. A whine left your mouth as Spencer continued to rub your sensitive nub, bordering on over stimulation. “I want to see you covered in my cum.” Spencer said, looking for confirmation as you opened your eyes to watch him. He’d slowed his movements down, lazily thrusting into you. You could feel every twitch of his dick, knowing he was close, holding back until he got what he wanted. You gave him a lazy nod, satisfied smile on your lips as you did. Spencer smirked, he pulled out leaving you feeling empty again, going to sit on his heels. You wanted to protest but then again you wanted him to come too. Watching his hands as he removed the condom he began fisting his dick. Stroking up and down the length you watched, wanting to remember what he liked. Just in case it was ever your turn to put your hands on that pretty cock. His ragged breathing mixed with groans became louder, his hand faltered in its steady strokes until the first drops of spent hit your abdomen. It was warm, milky white and there was more than you expected. You watched him rock his hips absentmindedly, getting himself off, a soft whine escaping him. He really was beautiful like that. You watched his chest rise and fall with ragged breaths as he came down. You must have looked a mess in your current state, lower abdomen covered in cum, hickeys and marks littering your neck and chest and that blissed out, just fucked hair. Spencer smiled as he looked down at his work. “You’re so beautiful.” He said it softly, letting his hand glide over your tied up thigh. That hungry look from before had left his eyes, now simply filled with warmth he looked at you. “Hmm, I think you’re just saying that to make me feel good.” You mumbled with a sigh as it felt like you finally caught your breath. “No… I really think so. Let’s get you untied.” Spencer said in that gentle tone, moving his hand back down to the knot that held everything in place. He slowly began untying you, hands so gentle you could hardly feel them working. He gently brushed the previously covered skin. Dipping down with the marks it left, they were shallow but where you had strained there were signs of discolouration. Once both your legs were untied he started to gently massage each calf, then your thighs. Soft satisfied sighs left you as you reveled in the touches that soothed your slightly achy muscles. Spencer sat next to you, “Can you sit up for me?” He asked quietly, touching your arm with the tips of his fingers. Once again your answer came in the form of a lazy nod as you allowed Spencer to help you sit up so he could start untying your arms. They felt heavy once they were untied, he gently rubbed your muscles again. Smoothing away the aches, bending them softly to help you relax. You could feel the cum drip down your stomach, over your panties, and on to the bed. Though you didn’t really care about the mess you’d made together. You haven’t felt better in your life. You looked at the mirror across from you, seeing the evidence of your late afternoon on your skin. The rope left red marks that could possibly stay there for a while. The starting hickeys on your neck were prominent. The white cum that dripped down your body, staining your panties and his bed sheets.

“You owe me a new pair of panties.” You mumbled with a smile before looking back at Spencer who was rolling up the rope in neat bundles already. “I first owe you a nice, hot bath.” He smiled back at you, leaning over and gently placing a kiss on your temple.

[golden1u5t]

hollywood star | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: fluff

ꨄ summary: you and spencer had been in the early stages of your relationship when lila archer came along(or her stalker to put it better). you already weren’t fond of her when she’d been giving spencer heart eyes the entire time but when gideon sent him to watch over her for the night, that really set you off. 

did he really expect you to protest against gideons instructions for him to be lila's bodyguard for the day? not exactly but he did expect you to have some type of reaction, something other than a glance in his direction before excusing yourself from the room. a small part of him wanted you to make a big deal about it but he knew that's not the type of person you are.

spencer didnt see you again after you left the room but he did look for you before he left to go to lila's house, though you were nowhere to be found. while he stayed at her house for the night, watching over her like the good guy he is, you were at the precinct with the rest of the team trying to figure out the unsub. you weren't exactly liking the fact that he would be gone with another girl all night but then again there wasn't much you could do about it, especially since you and spencer had only been "seeing" each other for a few weeks.

it had been some hours since he left with lila and you and the team were taking a break to have dinner. you had already finished with your dinner so you stepped outside to call him before you had to get back to working.

"how's your girl?" you asked him, your voice was practically dripping with sarcasm. you lowered your head since the wind had started to blow a bit harder since you got out there and you didn't want it interfering with the sound of the phone call.

"she's not 'my girl' and she's doing fine, a little flustered but fine nonetheless." he mumbled into the phone. when he turned around his eyes landed on lila in the kitchen pouring a glass of wine. he had stepped outside to take your phone call so that she couldn't hear.

"of course she flustered, you should've seen how she was staring at you with heart eyes and now she's got you in her home for the night." you shook your head and let out a soft scoff, your lips turning down into a frown.

there was a pause on his end which had you lifting up and looking down the street, biting your lip as you thought that maybe you'd scared him away with how straightforward you were. your thoughts were cut off by the sound of his voice.

"you're jealous." he stated, you could hear the smile on his face through his voice and it had you letting out a breath of relief but still rolling your eyes. "i- i like that. you're cute when you're jealous."

now it was your turn to go silent for a brief second, you could feel your skin start to heat up despite the harsh blow of the wind against your skin. "im not jealous."

"you totally are." you could hear spencer laugh for a second and then lila's voice calling his name, the smile you once sported dropping almost immediately.

you didn't particularly like lila even if she hadn't really done anything to you except like spencer, but in reality that was enough for you to dislike any woman.

[ralvezfanatic]

OKAY you asked for reid smut reqs and I'm SJSJSJDJJD

Soft!Dom Spence?? There are barely any soft dom fics

He just wants to fuck reader into next Tuesday and praise her as he does it. Squirting?? Maybe??

hey this request is rly good and all, but i i don't write fem readers. i only write for male readers, or sometimes gn readers !

if u still want me to write this, i can but it'll be gender neutral, so they/them pronouns and no specific genitalia mentioned !! js request it again