I think a crucial part of Spencer Reid’s character is that he’s a little bit feminine. He grew up basically only talking to his mom. Most of the men in his life he sees as parental figures (Rossi, Gideon, Hotch). He makes friends with the women on the team a lot quicker than he does the men. His relationship with masculinity is incredibly fragile and we see that clearly with his interactions with Morgan in s1. I think it’s also interesting that Spencer grows his hair out and starts dressing a little more eccentricly around s3-4 when memoriam happens and hes trying to process it (the hair thing is just MGG but shhhh let me theorise). He puts in so much effort to distance himself from the men who have hurt him.
It sorta makes him even more othered from the team because the rest of his team members (for the most part) are a lot less androgynous than him. I dunno it’s just something I appreciate about him
idk what’s going on with me but recently alls i’ve been thinking about is just sucking spencer’s tongue while kissing and making out i think it’d be soooo hot
me too twin me too
all I wanna do is suck on his tongue and everything else on his body 😊😊
Synopsis: You have an oral fixation and Spencer is the exact cure you need.
Tags: 18+, finger sucking, bj, smut, oral fixation, established relationship
Word Count: 620
A/N: I had no power during a storm and wrote a short self indulgent fic. I’m rusty after not writing fics for years but maybe this one is alright.
It all started one night when Spencer came home late from a case he’d been working on for days and the two of you, too exhausted for much effort, decided on a movie marathon. You curled up on the couch with your head in his lap and he sat comfortably with his fingers running through your hair. As per usual, after one movie you were starting to nod off. In your half asleep state, you gently grabbed him by his wrist and brought his hand closer, taking two of his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers as your hands held his wrist, finding yourself unable to stay awake any longer. Spencer smiled fondly as you laid there asleep, carefully removing his fingers after a few minutes. He was careful not to wake you, picking you up and carrying you off to bed where you both fell asleep with ease.
That night wasn’t the first time you’d silently searched for comfort by sucking on his fingers. However, a couple days later things took a step further. Spencer had spent most of the day on the couch reading while you sat on the opposite side keeping yourself busy. You once again craved the comfort of having something in your mouth, going for a much less innocent something on that day. As Spencer sat there reading, you took it upon yourself to get down on your knees in front of him and unbutton his pants. You didn’t waste any time, freeing his cock from his boxers and taking the tip into your mouth. As you felt his cock hardening in your mouth, you looked up to find him glancing down at you.
“You could’ve told me you had an oral fixation.” He spoke without accusation, simply giving you a reminder that you truly could tell him anything. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear and went back to his book. You sucked gently on his cock, the same way you had with his fingers. The two of you stayed that way for a while, up until you felt Spencer’s hand on the back of your head. You hadn’t taken notice when he set his book down to watch you, but a hand on your head was difficult to miss.
You took the hint from him, starting to slowly move your head up and down on his cock. You kept up the same gentle sucking motion, resting a hand on his thigh as you moved. “There you go, taking it so well for me.” Spencer’s voice came out breathy as his hand started moving you faster on his cock, causing you to take him in deeper. You followed his lead, letting him move your head just the way he liked as he let out those delicious noises. What were once soft little noises now came out as low breathy moans while his hips bucked up into your mouth.
“Just like that, mm.. getting close.” Spencer kept moving you on his cock as the warning left his lips. His words only encouraged you further and you kept up with ease. Moments later, a string of low noises escaped his lips as he filled your mouth with cum. You eagerly swallowed it all as his hips bucked up into your mouth, chasing the rest of the high you gave him. Once he’d finished, you licked his cock clean and got his pants back on before joining him on the couch.
“By the way, I knew about the oral fixation the entire time. Sucking on my fingers isn’t exactly subtle, you know.” Spencer wore that little smirk you loved as he moved in to give you a gentle kiss. “Don’t worry, it’s cute.”
every time i write spencer as an extreme technophobe, trust i’m thinking of loser “some moron posted a blog called ‘what would carl sagan do’” spencer who spends his nights winning every online argument, and runs a doctor who page. active reddit user spencer reid.
just wanted to say hi: ur girl hasn’t been doing well the past few days. life is fucking difficult & it feels like everything is going to shit…srry i haven’t been super active. my workplace has hit rock bottom, my best friend of 5 yrs just moved away, my bf & i literally never see each other bc of his new job. the depression is hitting a new low this week & i’ve definitely been exercising retail therapy *sigh* my bank acc will hate me later, but also i’ve worked almost 19 hrs of overtime in the past few days alone…i just want time to lay down & cry but i can’t even have that 🥲🎀
obsessed with licking my sub clean after he cums, watching him desperately squirm and try to escape my tongue while pathetically chasing it for more, so fucking confused by how sensitive and overwhelmed he is and of course I'll end up sucking him anyway, just to force those pathetic whines and broken cries even louder <3
"You're still tense." You comment softly to spencer, who is laying on his back in front of you. "Sorry." he murmurs, hands fidgeting. You chuckle softly, and he let's his eyes flicker to your lips. You tilt your head a little to the side. "Lets begin, hm?" He swallows, adams apple bobbing as he does. His nervousness is making your heart do flips. "Here, this should help." You say as you lean down over him, cupping his cheek as you bring your lips closer to his. You feel him tilt his head up, his body showing off his desire before his brain can catch up. You smirk, but then press your mouth to his, open and hot. A few minutes of kissing does wonders to his nerves, his body now tilting slightly towards you. Every time you slightly back up, he chases, lost in the feeling, desperate to be with you. His hand on your thigh grips tighter as you trail a hand down his chest, slipping your hand into his shirt to let your thumb brush past his nipple. You're surprised when your hand brushes over his pants, only to find him rock hard.
A few minutes of kissing and you can guarantee if you peeled away the dress pants, youd find a wet patch well established in his underwear. You break away from the kiss to trail your lips down his jaw, nipping until you find a spot that makes his breath catch in his throat. You use that as an opportunity to suck gently, while flattening your palm against the bulge in his pants. "Dont," he murmurs out quietly. "Hm?" You ask, raising your head to check on him. You kiss his chin, his jaw, his cheek, his nose. "Don't do what? This?" You ask, pushing your palm against him again, fingers slightly wrapping around the outline of his cock. His whole body shudders, " 'm gonna cum if you do that." his voice is breathy, desperate and somehow a little pathetic. You smile. "don't you want to cum?" "Yes, but-" "then cum. let me see what you look like," you begin adding more pressure as you work him up and down through his dress pants. "what you sound like," you lick a gentle stripe along his jaw. "wanna feel it pulsing against my hand," his body trembles, "wanna taste it," and just like that, he let's out a huge breath, like he'd been holding it in the whole time, his body tenses and you feel his hips push up into your hand as he gasps and whimpers, hands reaching for anything they can grab as his orgasm hits him, a wet patch soaking its way through his pants as his cock twitches beneath your hand. "Good boy," you murmur gently into his ear, and he whimpers again, cock twitching at the praise. When he finally comes down from it, you're pleasantly surprised that his cock is still somewhat hard. "Let's clean you up, pretty boy." You kiss his cheek before shifting onto your knees between his legs, fingers working deftly against the button, tongue ready to lap him up. He thinks, if it were possible, the image of you there would rip a second orgasm from him.
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