Slick Tongue - Instead of going out with the team after a hard case, all Spencer wants to do is bury his face between your legs.
Need - Spencer’s facesitting fantasy becomes real after some persuasive dirty talk.
Shut Me up - Spencer gets jealous after you spend some time in a classmates dorm, when he wont stop accusing you of sleeping with him, you have to find a way to shut him up.
Show Off - When your ex-boyfriend won't stop texting you, Spencer finds a way to prove you're doing just fine without him.
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(SFW)
Sore - (The aftermath of Slick Tongue ^) Spencer needs to find out what the team knows and how they know it.
HEADCANON SEGMENT!!!(this bit is getting cringe i regret my choices.)
we all know damn well that spencer is giver, LOVESSSSSSSS to make you feel good and hear how good he makes you feel
would literally be so gentle and sweet with you, doing whatever you want him to do bcs he's literally the best boy ever<3
loves when you tell him exactly what you want him to do bcs it just makes it so much easier for him and he knows he's doing good.
needs lots of reassurance and praise bcs his biggest fear is hurting you or doing something wrong and you not enjoying it.
loves when you're like rlly tired and just tell him to fuck you however he wants just as long as he's inside you and close to you, letting him use you to get himself and you off.
enjoys missionary a lot!! bcs he gets to bury his face in your neck and wrap his arms around you or suck on your tits while he fucks you nice and deep
never needs to be told that the clit needs attention too, he's a genius, of fucking course he knows where it is and how to use it and loves to, the way his touch makes you squirm and moan making him lose his mind.
face sitting is a must. suffocate him and ride his face until he's lightheaded and seeing stars and he'll still ask for more.
adores when you use his body to get yourself off and doesn't care if he doesn't get anything in return, he just loves making you cum, especially when you fuck yourself on his fingers while he's just reading or minding his own business.
thigh riding!!! doesn't matter what time of day it is, it could be 5am and he wouldn't care, will never pass up the chance to watch you ride his thigh, gasping and moaning while you grip his shirt.
so. many. compliments. never stops telling you how pretty you are and how beautiful your body is, how pretty your sounds are and how much he adores every inch of you.
knows damn well that toys are his teammate and not his competition.
pulls you back against his chest and guides your hips up and down as he thrusts into you at whatever pace you tell him to.
wont let you ever clean yourself up afterwards, that's his job and his job only, you deserve to just sit pretty while he kisses your soft skin and wipes away any mess.
in which reader is being a brat but spencer just can't help himself from taking off her clothes and going down on her anyway!
18+ (smut)
warnings/tags: MUNCH!SPENCE (aka canon compliant!) oral fem receiving (duh lol) reader referred to as a girl, bratty reader, idk if this is soft dom spencer or if this is just pure unadulterated munch spencer who will eat pussy at the drop of a hat, overstimulation kinda, sexy and hot, will make u bust
a/n: requests are tentatively open in that i may not complete them but i will surely consider them!! thank you guys for all the positive feedback, it's so motivating and i love that you seem to like my stuff so much! please lmk if you like this and what you'd like to see more of in the future! so many ideas and WIPs
You’re lounging on Spencer’s bed when he gets home, fiddling with one of his Rubik’s cubes and kicking your feet in the air absent-mindedly.
You look up as he opens the bedroom door and gestures for you to remove your headphones, looking a little bemused at the scene in front of him.
“How was work?” you ask, eyes tracking him as he shrugs off his bag and comes to kiss you in greeting.
“It was fine,” he dismisses, hands braced on the mattress as he leans over you, looking you up and down. “Why are you wearing boots in bed?”
“Because I didn’t feel like dealing with the laces.”
“Take them off, please. You have no idea how much bacteria and filth you’re introducing to the place I sleep.”
“Probably no more than I do with my hands,” you shrug, shaking the Rubiks cube in his face for added emphasis. He plucks it from your hand and sets it on the bedside table.
“I’m asking politely,” Spencer says, raising his eyebrows slightly and standing up straight, probably wondering if this is the thing you’re going to push him on tonight. You chew your lip, cocking your head as you regard him.
“I want to keep them on. They’re my good luck charm. People leave the scary girl wearing the stompy boots alone.”
He circles to the foot of the bed.
“Are you saying you want to scare me away?”
“No. But I don’t need the boots to scare you,” you tease.
You squeal when he grabs your ankles and pulls you down the bed, beginning to unlace one of your shoes.
“Do these actually intimidate people?” he asks absent-mindedly, focused on loosening the laces.
“I mean... I don’t know. Maybe some people,” you splutter after a moment, slightly flustered.
“Hm. I guess I don’t find you all that scary to begin with,” Spencer admits, tugging the first boot off and tossing it to the ground before getting to work on the second one.
“Shut up. I’m totally scary.”
But you’re losing your steel as he looks down at you, eyes raking over your body. There is a hungry sort of sparkle in his eyes now—one that has become familiar and sends a thrill through you.
“Maybe to people who don’t know you very well.”
Your eyes narrow.
“Don’t patronize me.”
The second boot is removed and joins the other on the floor. His hands begin running up and down the front of your legs. You shiver.
“I’m not patronizing you, honey. I’m just being honest.” The movement of his hands ceases as he seems to consider something. “Do you want me to be scared of you?”
You swallow, eyes darting over his face and looming frame, wishing he would keep touching you.
“No,” you find yourself saying. “But fear is respect. Everybody likes being respected.”
“I don’t know if I agree that fear and respect are the same,” he muses, smiling ever so slightly, “but I respect you very much.” He resumes moving his hands, higher this time, over your thighs and under your skirt. “I just can’t imagine such a sweet girl being perceived as intimidating.”
“I am not sweet,” you mutter, distracted by the way his hands skim so lightly over your skin—flipping your skirt over your stomach.
“Right. You’re terrifying,” he amends gently, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your tights. “Up.” You lift your hips, allowing him to tug the sheer fabric down your legs and carefully off your feet. “The pink underwear are really scary,” he teases, snapping the fabric against your hip.
“Shut up,” you repeat breathlessly, face heating. “You’re the one that got them for me.”
“I did, didn’t I? They look good on you.” Finally, he looks up from the pink lace to your eyes. “Can I take them off?”
“You don’t always have to ask, you know,” you breathe. Sometimes, the answer is obvious enough.
“I like hearing you say yes.”
You flush, because what he really means is that he likes when you get desperate.
“Yes, you can take them off.”
A smile flickers over his face as he slides the underwear down and off, making sure to take his sweet time. Every brush of his thumb on your calf, every delicate pass over your ankle gives you anticipatory chills.
“Before I’m dead?” you ask, slightly strained. He tsks, tossing them on the bed.
“Someone should do something about that attitude of yours.”
“My attitude is your fault.”
“Because I like giving you what you want? Sue me.”
“Spencer,” you grit.
He slings your ankles over his shoulders.
“See? You’re not scary. You’re just whiny and spoiled.”
And before you can defend yourself, or at least make a sufficiently withering reply, he’s leaning down, licking a broad stripe between your legs that for once renders you speechless. Any comment on the tip of your tongue dies as the tip of his becomes all you can think about, melting into a content moan while you rake your fingers through his hair. He sucks lightly on your clit until you’re rolling your hips and then he releases, moving to press kisses to your inner thighs. “Are you going to be nice now?”
“Mhm,” you promise, wanting only for him to keep pleasuring you in that mind-numbing way of his.
“Are you just saying that?”
Another kiss.
“No! Mean it,” you whimper.
“Good girl,” he says, rubbing your outer thigh.
The next kiss is planted on your clit, before he’s taking it into his mouth again and leaving you a whiny mess. You throw your head back and your eyes flutter shut, melting into the bed and not bothering to hold back your sounds.
“Fuck.” Your voice is small, a gasp as he begins to flick his tongue over the bud, each brush against the sensitive spot making your hips stutter. He rubs your leg soothingly but doesn’t let up—you look back down to watch as best you can through your hazy, half-lidded eyes. “I love you,” you murmur.
He laughs against you and the vibrations only make you feel higher, whining and bucking slightly when he begins to lap at your slick entrance—kitten licks so light they’re torturous.
Spencer obviously has a goal in mind; there’s no hesitation and the teasing is minimal. He just wants to make you feel good. And it’s working. The man eats pussy like he’s in love with it.
His name is rolling off your tongue when he kicks into full gear, firm, fast circles around your clit that make you dizzy and hot.
“Oh, my god—” you cut yourself off with a languid, shameless moan, rolling your head to the side but keeping your eyes glued on him. He groans in approval as your hands card through his hair, moving one hand to slide affectionately up and down your stomach as the muscles there tense and flex.
“Fucking obscene,” he mutters, pausing for another filthy, wet kiss to your cunt. “Taste so good, angel girl.”
“Mm... wanna cum,” you beg, rolling your hips and hoping he’ll get the message.
“You will.” Spencer takes a long, luxurious lick as if to prove his point, pulling a desperate mewl from your parted lips. “Because you always get exactly what you want, don't you?”
“Mhm,” you agree, eyes screwing shut, but the reply quickly devolves into a stream of little ah’s that are so sweet Spencer has trouble reconciling their sanctity with their pornographic nature. And the way you unconsciously, innocently begin to pull him closer, trying to press yourself further into his mouth—well, it’s like he said; fucking obscene.
Sometimes Spencer likes to tease you at this point, to pull away and say sweet and dirty things that always bring forth your most adorable, embarrassed, desperate whimpers. But you taste so good, and you are whiny and spoiled, and you make such pretty noises when you’re all soft and needy like this and he can’t bear to pull away. Not when you deserve to cum. And it’s thoughts like these that are the reason you’re a spoiled princess, he muses peripherally. Because he’s fucking whipped for you.
“That’s so good,” you exhale, “just like that, please—fuck!”
He knows you’re going to cum, and there are many things he could do, many things he could say to fuck you over for his own enjoyment, but now he wants more than just about anything he’s ever wanted to work you apart and taste you cumming on his tongue. So he keeps running a reassuring hand over your stomach, trying to remind you to breathe as you approach your peak.
You finish, a slow wave of ecstasy washing over you, chanting his name as your hips sporadically roll and stutter into his face, and he’s making out with your soaked, messy pussy in a way that would never lead one to believe he’s ever been shy or squeamish or hesitant in any way.
“Spencer,” you yelp, incandescent warmth radiating in soft waves from your core and slowing your movements as your hips twitch in an attempt to escape the continual onslaught of his mouth.
“You can take it for a minute, honey,”
A defeated, half-pleasure half-pain whine lets him know he’s won as he continues to kiss your throbbing cunt, but soon small, weak moans are slipping unbidden past the barrier of your lips. You realize he’s going to make you cum again and there’s nothing you can do about it but tighten your hold in his hair, groan, and ride his tongue as he eats you for all that you’re worth.
The second orgasm is softer, blurrier, and equally perfect as the first. It threatens the already tenuous hold you have on your consciousness, strand after strand snapping until you’re barely hanging on.
“Spencer,” you repeat, slurring as you try to shut your legs. “Please, can’t, baby.”
“You could,” he says, sitting up and closing your useless legs for you, massaging the weak muscles. “You’ve done more.”
“Mm-mm,” you disagree, chest rising and falling as your breathing slows. “Don’t wanna.”
“That’s okay, angel. I’m not gonna force you.”
You sigh, obviously satisfied. “That felt really good.”
“I bet it did,” he chuckles, finally moving to lay down next to you. Immediately you curl up to him, and he smooths your skirt back down before tracing soothing patterns on the leg you’ve slung over him. “You’re so cute.”
“Don’t go spreading it around.”
“Never,” he promises, mocking but in good nature. The two of you lay in comfortable silence for a few moments, as you consider his decidedly unsatisfying answer.
“You’re not even a little scared of me?”
He smoothes your hair away from your eyes.
“No, honey, I’m not. But I’m sure other people find you utterly terrifying.”
You open your eyes to regard him ruefully, before they narrow again.
“You have a little something...” you begin, gesturing to your mouth. He snorts.
i think ive re-read your last blurb like 10 times I NEED MORE
R’s ex wont stop texting her so Spencer finds a way to let him know she’s doing alright (def more then alright ;) ) without him
OK THANKS ILY
YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND! I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THIS PROMPT!!!
OOPS ITS BEEN A SEC. I’ve been super busy with finals and family stuff this holiday season!!! (merry Christmas and New Years if you celebrate!!) I'm trying to feed you heathens before I start working on the alphabet blurbs, prepare yourselves!!! this might be my fav blurb I've done so far….
Warnings: Smut (18+), exhibitionism, harassment from an ex, revenge in the form of recording good sex, oral sex [f rec], fingering, exobitionism, piv sex, marking/hickies, spencer says “good girl”, possessiveness, spence being a thigh man, vocal sex, dirty talk, praise, begging, riding, squirting.
!!the link with this colouring is to a p0rnographic image depicting a scene in the fic, be warned!!
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Show Off - Spencer Reid X Fem!reader
You’ve been laying on his chest with your hands carding and tugging through his hair while since he got home.
Spencer’s hands caress your sides as you lazily make out, hands running over the soft cotton of your underwear and the warmth of your smooth skin. The only sounds in the room are the quiet, content hums and whines coming from your mouth, and the wet smacking of mouths licking into each other, but suddenly there’s a buzzing from under the sheets, which startles you.
You know it’s your phone, Spence always keeps his ringer on, so you both ignore it the first time, letting it go to voicemail. But when it rings again, you huff and fish for your phone under the covers, flipping your hair out of your face while using one arm to hold yourself above Spencer as you decline the call and place your phone on the bedside table. You look back to Spencer with a lust-filled gaze, leaning down to finish what you started, desperate to have some uninterrupted alone time with him after he’s been away for a few days.
Two minutes later, it’s buzzing again. You groan in annoyance, grabbing your phone off the nightstand to turn your ringtone off before, again, going back to Spencer.
Not even a minute later a series of ding’s are coming from the nightstand. You let out a frustrated whine, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you grumble.
“Work?” Spencer asks, voice raw and breathy from the previous heated moment. You shake your head and mumble something incoherent about “the jackass” into his neck. “He’s still calling?” Spencer asks, chuckling lightly at your nickname for your ex-boyfriend.
“Mhm” you groan, pulling your face out of his neck, the notifications still coming from your phone. He smiles sympathetically at you as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your jaw. “No matter what I do I can’t get him to stop! I considered changing my number, but my boss said I can’t ‘cause all my files and data are listed under this one. It’s gotten worse since I started posting photos of us on Instagram.”
“I can ask Garcia to blacklist his number from your phone?” Spencer breathes, rubbing your back in an attempt to relax you and try to think of a solution. “Penny already tried... it worked for a little, but you know you can’t blacklist disposable cells,” you frown.
your phone dings again, and before Spencer can stop you, you’re snatching your phone off the bedside table and frantically typing something before tossing it off the bed, and onto the carpeted floor in frustration.
Spencer chuckles at your dramatics before climbing out of bed to grab your phone off the floor, looking down at the screen. “‘Trying to fuck my FBI boyfriend who has a gun.’ really, sugar?” He huffs out a laugh, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hand soothingly over your leg.
“Worth a try,” you shrug with a giggle. “It’s honestly just getting inconvenient, every time I get a notification I don’t know if it’s something important, or this dumbass,” you sigh.
“Remind me why you ever dated him?” Spencer teases, receiving a shove to his shoulder as he looks down at the phone again. “huh.”
You peek over his shoulder at the screen, draping yourself over his back, intrigued at his intrigue, “What is it?”
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22:23 - Missed call from ‘Fucker’
22:24 - Missed call from ‘Fucker’
22:27 - Missed call from ‘Fucker’
22:29 - Fucker: hey babe
22:29 - Fucker: miss you ;)
22:29 - Fucker: and those tits of yourss
22:31 - Fucker: wyd?
22:33 - You: Trying to fuck my fbi bf who has a gun
22:33 - You: Stop calling.
22:34 - Fucker: ur dating a fed?
22:34 - Fucker: he fuck like one 2? know u miss this d
22:35 - Fucker:u know u want me
22:36 - Fucker: u miss how i make you feel he dont make u feel like that and u know it
22:36 - Fucker: admit it
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“Well- he’s got clear narcissistic tendencies and incredibly high ego…” Spencer mumbles to himself. “And a tiny dick,” you add with a giggle, kissing at his neck.
Spencer frowns at that, and you can practically hear the cogs turning in his head. He’s half upset at the knowledge that you ever had sex with this guy, and half upset that it was clearly not pleasurable for you, at all.
“You know… even though pathological narcissists often portray themselves as shameless, that is part of the act, they are extremely self-conscious. Humiliating them often results in them losing control of the image they've built, which causes avoidance and denial. So… theoretically, if I were to out-do him in the area that seems to boost his ego the most, which is clearly sex, he would back off.” Spencer explains, pulling you into his lap.
“Baby, even though we both know its true, if I told him you’re better in bed, he’d just deny it and get more aggressive.” You smile at him, kissing his cheek and wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands fall to your waist.
“That’s true, so what if we had some… evidence... to back it up?” Spencer asks, blush appearing on his cheeks as you let out an exaggerated gasp. “Doctor Spencer Reid! Are you suggesting we film ourselves having sex to scare off my ex?!” You playfully hit his chest in mock-shock.
“I- yeah- yes-, b- but only if you’re comfortable with it- there’s no way he would share it, so there’s no risk o-” he stutters before you cut him off with a kiss.
“Yeah?… You wanna prove you can fuck me better? Got a big dick, long fingers, a good ass tongue, and know how to use ‘em, huh?” You ask seductively, slowly grinding yourself onto him in slow, teasing circles.
Mouth open in a silent groan, he looks down at your hips grinding on him before looking back up to you, open mouth turning into a smirk. “Worth a try,” He breathes, pushing his hips up into yours, swallowing your whimpers with a kiss, pulling you in by the the back of your neck.
Not breaking the kiss, he undoes your bra and pulls it off, running his hands up your sides to your chest. “Well he got one thing right; these ‘tits of yours’ are gorgeous.” He gropes your chest with his large hands as you giggle.
He stands up with you in his arms and flips you around, tossing you on the bed and climbing over you, sucking on the pulse point of your neck. “Can’t believe you used to let him touch you like I do,” Spencer growls into you, kissing over the mark he’s made.
“trust me, baby, he never touched me like you do- ah!”
You’re breathing heavy and whining as he teases you, no doubt trying to get you all worked up so you’ll show off just how desperate he makes you.
His hand traces shapes along your hip bone while moving lower down your body. He begins kissing along your chest, sucking and nipping as one of his hands dips beneath the band of your panties.
He teases you, laying his large hand flat over your lower stomach, applying a bit of pressure as his slender fingers dip into the crease of your inner thigh, touching you everywhere but where you need him.
You whine and wiggle your hips, desperate for some sort of relief from the swirling need in your core, but to your dismay he just continues teasing, pulling his hand out from your panties and running his middle and ring fingers over the mound of your clothed pussy.
You gasp as his fingers run down to the damp spot over your entrance. A groan muffled by your chest falls from his mouth as he attempts to press into you through the fabric before his fingers come back up to your clothed clit, moving in slow circles, pressing hard against you as your hips buck into the friction of the fabric.
“Spencer,” You moan, but it’s more like a plea, a plea for him to do something more, anything, really.
He chuckles at you, deciding that he’s done teasing (for now). He hooks his fingers in the band of your panties and pulls them off your hips and down your legs with a little help from you.
He moves down your body, sitting in between your thighs, torso hovering over your pelvis to get a good view of his work.
You let out a whine at the lack of touch. “Mm, impatient are we?” He mutters, running his hands over your upper thighs and spreading them wider. He grabs your phone off the bed and swipes over to the camera, keeping the camera flipped to the sheets, and hits record.
Humming in delight, he spreads you open with this thumbs, “Always so fucking wet for me,” he praises, gently rubbing up your pussy with his middle and ring fingers, pressing against your clit.
“Baby,” You gasp into a moan as your opening clenches around nothing and your clit pulses at the sudden touch. Spencer’s pupils are blown wide with lust as he gazes at you letting out little gasps and moans, completely enamoured by your body, bottom lip stuck beneath his teeth. “Fuck, sugar.”
One of his hands pulls your folds open while the other one plays with you. His middle finger runs up and down your folds, collecting your slick and rubbing it over your clit before teasing your entrance.
You whimper and push back against his digits, desperately trying to get his long, thick, skilled fingers inside you.
Slowly, he dips his middle and ring fingers into you, curling them slightly as he pushes them as far as they will go inside you, making you cry and writhe against him. His other hand works slow circles over your clit as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you faster and faster.
Little uh, uh, uh's fall from your lips as he pumps in and out of you. He bites his lip in concentration and lust, the wet sounds of your pussy reverberating around the room only heightening his arousal.
"That feel good, baby?"
"Mhm!" you cry out, eyes clamping shut in pleasure.
“Yeah?” he teases, smirking as he watches your eyes flutter shut once he starts rubbing that spot inside inside you that makes your vision turn white. Your jaw hangs open as strained moans leave your mouth, your hips arch off the bed, and your hands grip the sheets as you reach your first orgasm.
Spencer groans as he feels your muscles clench around him and your release gush around his digits, his hard cock twitching and leaking in his boxers. He slows his pace, helping you through your high with the consistent stimulation his gentle touches bring you.
“Good girl,” He whispers in that sexy grainy voice of his. You giggle breathlessly as you reach to stop the recording, looking down at him just when he pulls his fingers out of you.
Bringing them up to his mouth, he lets his tongue fall out, moaning in delight at your taste as sucks your arousal off his fingers, “Fuck, baby, I need to taste you.”
You wiggle your hips in anticipation as he hooks his forearms under your thighs and grabs your waist, his large hands almost covering the entirety of your abdomen. He lowers himself down, kissing and nibbling from your knee to the base of your thigh.
He roughly sucks and bites at your inner thighs, wanting to make marks that last for at least a week, marks that you’ll feel whenever your plush thighs brush together. He switches thighs while absentmindedly rubbing at your clit; too softly to get you off, but just enough to make you needy.
Just as predicted, you become a whiney, needy mess in a matter of minutes. You’re only knocked out of the pleasure-filled haze when Spencer pauses his attack to lean his smug face against your abused thigh and mumble, “He never went down on you, did he, sugar? ‘s that why you were so confused the first time I told you I wanted to?”
He phrases it like a question, but you know he already knows the answer. You avert his eyes when you nod your head, blush appearing on your cheeks as he coo’s.
“Awe, poor baby… ‘should show him what he was missing, yeah?” He mumbles, nipping the flesh of your thigh, his fingers still working gently over your clit. You whine, bucking into the sensation as you nod your head. “Go on, sugar, set up the camera,"
He goes back to sucking bruises onto your thighs as you prop the camera up on the plant pot that lives on your bedside table, angling it so the focus is on Spencer, and hit record.
Once you lay back down, he tightens his grip on your waist, keeping you in place as he licks a fat stripe up your pussy.
You let out a startled moan, slipping a hand into his messy curls and tugging, earning a groan from him. He kitten licks around your clit and down to your entrance, pulling away momentarily as your back arches off the bed to mutter, “god, you taste fucking incredible.”
He switches between flicking his tongue over your clit and lapping at the slick pouring from your opening, listening to your sweet cries. His tongue increasing its pace as wet, lewd, sounds from his mouth lapping at your pussy fill your hot bedroom.
Spencer watches from between your thighs as your eyes roll back, fluttering shut as your pretty lips part, letting out a strangled cry of pleasure as he suckles on your swollen clit.
Your squeezing your thighs around his head as you rock your hips into his face as you yank on his hair. Spencer groans, holding you in place as your thighs tremble, never stopping his attack on your cunt as your orgasm courses through your body.
He takes his time working you through your high and then cleaning you up, savouring the taste of your arousal as if it's not permanently stored in his mind through his eidetic memory and the sheer amount of times he's used his mouth on you.
He licks at you until your whimpering and physically can't take the overstimulation anymore, pushing his head away from your sopping cunt. He grins at you, lips and chin wet with a mix of your slick and his saliva as he licks his lips and pants, still catching his breath.
He crawls up your body, licking up your neck to your jaw, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips before throwing a smug look at the camera and stopping the recording, tossing the phone into the sheets as he goes back to kissing you, his soft lips mixing with yours.
You whine when you taste yourself on his tongue, that warm feeling in your core returning, and you know only one thing will calm your needy body.
You reach down, fingers tracing the lines of Spencer's toned stomach, dipping into his boxers, and gripping his cock.
He hisses at your touch, "fu-uck- we- we don't have to, sugar, you don't need to- I can ju-"
"I wanna. I want you..."
You hook your heel around his hip and flip the two of you over, so you're on top, biting your lip and moving so you're straddling his upper thighs.
You pull his rock hard cock out, stroking it as you watch Spencer's head fall back against the pillows, mouth open in a silent moan.
You fish for your phone in the covers while you continue stroking him, loving the way his eyebrows knit together and his chest rises and falls sporadically.
You grab your phone and move up further, so your pussy is right at the base of your boyfriends dick, his hard cock resting on your tummy, the tip hitting just below your belly button.
You snap the photo, and grin when you see the filthy image. Your perfectly manicured hand is placed delicately over the base of his cock, his tip is an angry red, and has a bead of precum collecting and threatening to spill against your stomach as you show off his length.
It's perfectly sinful, and you can feel yourself getting wet just looking at it. You can't stand to wait any longer, lifting your hips off him and grabbing Spencer to direct his tip to your core.
You rub his tip through your folds to lubricate it, just like Spencer always does before entering you, with your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, and he swears he could cum just at the sight.
Your hands find purchase on his pelvis, bracing yourself as your eyebrows knit together and your eyes flutter shut as you sink down onto him.
Finally bottoming out, you feel perfectly full, the light stretch his thickness brings you feels incredible. His hands find their place on your defined hip-bones as you breathe, getting used to the sensation.
Once you know you're ready, you flex your thigh muscles and lift your hips slightly, and with the help of Spencers hands on your hips you start to create a steady rhythm, fucking yourself down on to your boyfriends fat dick.
"Baby," Spencer gasps, sounding like he's had the breath punched out of him. You manage to smirk at him, despite the moans falling from your mouth as you start to thrust your hips down faster and faster.
"So beautiful like this, sugar- god, look at you, fucking desperate for it, taking what you need from me- fuck-" He goans, dilated pupils gazing at you with nothing but lust. You feel to tight and warm around him, Spencer can't help himself; he begins thrusting his hips up to meet yours, hitting that one spot inside you perfectly over and over again.
You yelp out a moan and twitch as your orgasm flows through your whole body, like giant waves rolling over you. Your toes curl and your nails scratch even marks down his toned chest, earning a hiss from him.
Your thighs stutter and begin losing the rhythm you created, hunching forward over his chest. Spencer takes the hint and plants his feet firmly on the bed before he begins thrusting up into you at a quick pace, forcing a yelp out of you as you fall onto his chest.
You can hear his whimpers and groans in your ear as he chases his orgasm, biting his shoulder to hold back your screams.
"Ah! hng- harder, please...," You moan into his neck, and Spencer's resolve finally cracks. He grips your hips harder and forces your hips down onto him, forcing his cock fully into you every time.
You gasp brokenly and surge forward to kiss him sloppily, moaning absurdly loudly in between kisses, scratching and yanking at his scalp.
"I- I'm so close! Spence- please-," You moan into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red crescent moons in their wake.
"Shit- me too sugar-"
"please! please... wanna feel it in me..."
He groans, looking down at where he's thrusting into you, reaching down to toy with your clit as you attempt to fuck yourself down onto him, despite how Spencer's caged you in.
"Spencer-," you cry out as you cum for the final time, completely at his mercy. Your pussy clenching and fluttering around him as you gush around him.
His hips lift off the mattress, pulling you flush against him and rubbing your clit impossibly faster as he pumps you full of his cum, jaw hanging open in ecstasy as his high washes over him. You all but scream in pure pleasure, your body spasming as more liquid spurts out of you.
When you come down, you feel the steady rise and fall of Spencers chest as he pants under you, not even daring to move off him. Spencer's hand cards through your messy curls, as you catch your breath, grinning down at him.
Once the two of you catch your breath, he pulls out of you with a choked breath and you roll off him with a whine. He quickly pads over to the bathroom to grab a damp cloth to clean you up and some water for the both of you.
Before he can even start to clean you up, you stop him. He gives you a quizzical look when you hand him your phone, but you just bite your lip nervously. "I- um- I never let him fuck me without a condom, he'll hate it..." You mumble, and you swear you can see his cock twitch when his eyes widen.
Without another comment, he blushes and snaps a picture of your fucked out body on top of the wrinkled sheets. You body is shining with a thin layer of sweat, your hair flowing across your shoulders and the pillow under your head, Spencer's cum dripping slowly out of your sopping pussy.
He cleans you up and makes sure you drink water, changing the sheets while you get ready for bed in the bathroom, and then happily holding you as you fall asleep in his arms.
Before falling asleep himself, he opens your phone and sends your ex a message.
I imagine sub Spencer would be literally rock hard by just being allowed to touch you, like he LOVES when you let him touch or kiss you anywhere he wants
omfg literally!!! i imagine he'd be so fascinated watching his fingers thrust in and out of you and just cant help but palm himself as he does it bcs he's just so needy and hard for you :,)
HEADCANON SEGMENT!!!(i should actually make a headcanon segment tag)
can and will cum in his pants just by eating you out bcs he just loves to hear how good he makes you feel and loves the way you pull his hair and grind into his mouth.
loves giving way more than receiving, don't get me wrong he loves a good bj bcs he's still a man after all but having you sit on his face or use his fingers??? absolute heaven for him.
later seasons spencer definitely eats you out so much that his facial hair would be literally bleached and he'd just have to make up some bullshit excuse that red facial hair runs in his family if anyone pointed it out.
100% loves sucking on your boobs and can't help but grind on your thigh and whimper into your skin while he does it.
is always completely baffled listening to other men talk about how great bjs are and how they can't be bothered to go down on their gfs and just sits there like??? bcs he just can't get enough of it.
when he gets exposed as a munch in the bureau he gets so much praise from the woman, all of them telling him how good of a man he is and how lucky you are to have him, the whole thing making him feel very confident that he was a good boyfriend to you.
(spencer x bau!reader) he has been pulled aside multiple times by other men in the bureau and been very bashfully asked how to eat pussy properly after you very public and very loudly hyped up how good he was at it.
never has a good response to being asked how, he just...does? he doesn't have any specific technique and hasn't since he found out that everyone is different and what works for you wouldn't work for someone else.
absolutely knows your body like the back of his hand and can make you cum in two minutes flat.
loves to worship your body, leaving gentle kisses all over you and letting his hands trail over all your curves and contours.
would definitely get excited when it comes to the end of the work day, knowing that he could come home and bury his face between your thighs and eat you out to his heart's content.
honestly this just became munch!spencer but he's a munch your honour what can i say ;3
first, i wanna say i love your work!! it’s so good and even if this request gets lost in the sea i wanna first say how good ur writing is!!
can u do one where reader is in the bau and really stressed out and s2 spencer-ish tries to help her out and he’s being so cute! also if u wanna add some smut about him telling her that he wants to make her feel good 🙇♀️💁♀️
this post is 18+
you and spencer were sharing a hotel room for the duration of the case. you sat on the end of your bed with your head in your hands, you were extremely stressed out and spencer's constant talking wasn't helping you in the slightest bit.
"for god's sake- spencer, please shut up!" you sat up and looked over at him. you were immediately filled with guilt when you saw his face, he looked like you'd just told him you killed his pet fish. "i'm sorry, spence. fuck- i'm sorry, i'm just really stressed out right now."
you turned back around and fell back on your bed, you put your hands over face and sighed. spencer got off of his bed and stopped in front of you, you took you hands off his face a stared at him with a confused expression on your face.
spencer swallowed the lump in his throat and looked down at his fingers, he wanted to help you relax but the only method that stuck in his head was to give you an orgasm. spencer had liked you for a while now but he was too scared to ever admit it or act on it.
"spencer, what are-"
it was now or never.
"did you know that or- uh- orgasms can help rel-relieve stress? they release the-these hormones called dopamine and oxytocin. it's been prov- um- proven that they do help release stress." he looked back at your face, his skin was coated with a deep blush.
you sat up and tilted your head, you couldn't believe that spencer was actually in front of you telling you about orgasms. "what are you trying to say, spence?"
he wiped his sweaty hands over his pants and lowered himself on his knees in front of you. he looked up at you and put his hand out but dropped it back into his lap.
"i-i want to help- help you, make you feel bet-better. please?" he mumbled. you smiled down at him and ran your fingers through his hair, spencer leaned into you and looked up at you with pleading eyes.
you hummed and nodded your head. "okay, baby. go ahead, make me feel better."
you laid back on the bed and sighed. spencer unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down your legs, along with your panties. he put your legs over his shoulders and pulled you to the edge of the bed.
he whined when he saw your cunt, he didn't waste any time with leaning forward and using his tongue to swipe through your folds. his eyes closed when he tasted your slick, he used his thumbs to spread your folds so he could wrap his lips around your clit.
you let out a shaky breath and moved your hand back into his hair, you crossed your legs behind his head to keep him from going anywhere. spencer shuffled forward to bury his head further into your cunt, he let go of your clit and started to press his tongue into your hole.
"fuck, baby. you're doing so good for me." you gasped. the praise only pushed him to do more, he pushed his tongue all the way inside of you and used his fingers to play with your clit. spencer’s whines vibrated through your body and help you to get closer to your orgasm.
your grip on his hair tightened and you pulled him further into your cunt. your arousal gushed out into spencer’s mouth with each thrust of his tongue and he absolutely loved it, he was drunk on the taste of you.
spencer started to subconsciously roll his hips into the air, his cock was hard and straining against his pants. eventually his jaw started to ache so he replaced his tongue with his fingers.
the change caused your back to arch, his fingers reached deeper than his tongue and they pressed against your g-spot with each curl. your orgasm was approaching embarrassingly fast, your legs were starting to close around his head and your moans were increasing in volume.
spencer took one of his hands away and reached down to palm himself through his pants, he groaned when he felt his cock twitch in his palm. he wrapped his lips around your clit once more and gently sucked.
your grip on his hair was nearly painful as you came, legs tights around his head as you nearly screamed his name.
hearing his name fall from your lips had spencer’s lips parting as his cum soiled his pants. he pulled his fingers out of you as you settled back down, your legs falling down and your grip on his hair loosening.
you both tried to catch your breath, spencer rested his head on your thigh and you ran your fingers through his hair and lightly scratched his scalp.
needless to say, your stress was gone thanks to spencer.
Imagine reid coming home for the night to see you laid on the bed for him but halfway through yk yk he falls asleep after a long day 🥺 but it’s okay cause you love him and let him have his rest although he makes up for it the following morning. Love your work btw absolutely amazing ♥️
nonnie please i’m so soft for sleepy spencer 🥹 he’s a little angel man and he deserves his rest.
also thank you so much, you’re so sweet ily 🥺💖
18+ ONLY MDNI
you notice his lips stopped moving against yours, his grip on your thigh loosening ever so slightly. your eyes flutter open to be met with his still closed ones, a slight snore slipping past his partially open mouth. he had just gotten back from a long case, and you knew he was exhausted when he stepped through the door of your shared bedroom. his dark circles were more pronounced, tie loosened and his shirt wrinkled.
but seeing you laid out in just his caltech shirt and knee high socks made his head spin, dropping his messenger bag to the ground before he was crawling on the bed towards you. barely uttering a hello before locking your lips together. spencer fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, letting his head hit the pillow once it was off and pulling you against him. his large hand wrapping around your leg and hoisting it over his waist.
but that’s as far as things went before your boyfriend fell asleep, letting a small giggle escape your lips as you untangled yourself from him. carefully unbuckling his belt and shimming his dress pants down his legs. knowing that he hated sleeping in his work clothes, despite the male falling asleep in them more often than not. once he’s down to just his boxers you’re quick to shut off the small bedside lamp. engulfing the room in darkness as you snuggle yourself back into his chest, tucking you both under the covers.
you know spencer is going to feel incredibly guilty about falling asleep on you again in the morning. despite your constant reassurance that it’s fine, he hunts down serial killers for a living… could you really blame him for being exhausted? it’s happened so many times in your four year long relationship that it doesn’t hurt your feelings anymore. if anything it just makes you care for him more, knowing despite his exhaustion he would do anything for you.
and when you’re awoken that next morning to the sun warming your cheeks, and his soft lips trailing across the expanse of your thighs. spencer definitely makes up for it as you bury your fingers in his sleep mussed curls.
I just imagine that like Spencer HATES being vocal but the boys so sensitive he can't help but moan like a whore
THISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. DIE ON IT.
HEADCANON SEGMENT!!! :3
i just know he's fighting for his life every time you give him a handjob, his eyes squeezed shut while he grips anything he can, trying so hard not to let any sounds slip out but he just can't help but let out cute little whimpers and gasps.
prince(he's too cute to be a king)of overstimulation!!! he'd take it like such a champ, letting you milk him dry until he can't even think for himself, he'd just moan and whimper and beg.
would literally almost bust when you whispered something like "let me hear you, baby" and just can't help but moan like a SLUT
every time you two go at it at least one neighbour complains bcs he's just so loud, practically screaming your name over and over.
honestly for the longest time he managed to convince you he was just quiet naturally but his facade fell the first time you overstimulated him, which was completely by accident, spencer, unbeknownst to you, had already rubbed one out before coming over but you pounced on him as soon as he was through the door so he was still sensitive and reactive, you thumb rubbing his tip making him let out an almost pornographic moan.
one of your favourite things to do is touch him in public, like in a bathroom or changing room so nobody would see you but he'd have to force himself to be quiet so you wouldn't get caught, your rule being that he wasn't allowed to cover his mouth, he had to just keep quiet.
you'd never been with someone so vocal before and you honestly don't think you could go back, you were addicted to the way he babbled almost incoherently, the pleasure going to his head and making him speak his mind, which is when he said some of the sweetest things to you, like how beautiful you are and how much he loves you and the way you make him feel.
one time derek came to spencer's apartment to drop something off while you two were preoccupied, the sound of spencer's loud moaning and whining being very audible even from outside his door, which started the constant teasing and fake moaning around the bureau.
꩜ warnings/contains!: smut, oral(f receiving), munch!spencer(my beloved), cumming untouched, praise, little bit of dry humping, hint of somnophilia, one mention of a gun, no use of "y/n", proofread!
꩜ A/N: ending is kinda ass but i had to finish it somehow before it became another 9k fic😭
Spencer loved waking up before you, which, admittedly, was more often than not, but he appreciated it just as much every single day. He adored how peaceful you looked while you slept; you were so calm and beautiful, not a single thought plaguing your mind. You looked utterly serene, and he couldn't resist leaning over to press a kiss on your temple, wrapping his arm around your waist, and tugging you into him.
You shifted in your sleep, letting out a sigh as your ass pressed back into his crotch. The movement made Spencer realise that he had a bit of a situation that was now snugly situated in the crevice of your plush ass.
Spencer let go of you briefly to check the time, deeming it late enough to wake you before he rolled back over, snuggling into you and beginning to pepper gentle kisses on your cheek, trailing down to your neck, his soft kisses turning into open-mouthed, needy ones. Spencer let his hand slide up your body to palm your breast. His touch was careful as he massaged your soft flesh.
Your eyes cracked open, your mind cloudy as you tried to focus on what was happening and what woke you, your eyebrows furrowing when you felt something warm and wet on your neck, everything making sense when you felt something hard press into your ass.
"Spence?" you mumbled, your voice still groggy and full of sleep as you stretched your legs out, bringing your hand up to hold the back of Spencer's head. "Sorry, you just looked so pretty," he said quietly, his voice still as sleepy as yours. His morning voice was always irresistible to you, and you couldn't help but turn in his arms, pressing your lips against his, Spencer returning it with desperation, letting out a sigh into your mouth.
"Someone's a little needy this morning," you giggled as you broke the kiss, tucking his hair behind his ear. Spencer's hands continued to run up and down your body, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.
"Couldn't help it; you looked so beautiful," Spencer mumbled into your skin, his hot breath fanning over your neck as he gently pulled you back into him and tentatively rutted his hips into you, a whine leaving his lips.
"Please, can I?" Spencer practically whimpered into your ear, his hair tickling your face as he snuggled closer into your neck. "Spence, the day I say no to that question, I want you to take your gun and shoot me in the face," you giggled, pressing a kiss to his head before you moved to lay on your back.
A smile spread across Spencer's face as he moved to hover over you, leaning down to kiss you briefly before trailing down your body, all but throwing the sheets off of you, goosebumps lining your skin in the cold air. Spencer kissed his way down your stomach, lifting the shirt that you were wearing to kiss your bare skin, the feeling tickling and making you twitch.
You sighed as you placed your hand on his head. "You're too good to me, Spence," you mused, feeling Spencer smile into the soft skin of your stomach as his hands reached for the waistband of your underwear, his eyes looking up at you. You immediately knew what he was asking, lifting your hips from the mattress to allow him to carefully tug the thin material down over the curve of your ass, sliding it down your legs painfully slowly before finally pulling them over your feet and dropping them on the floor.
Spencer wrapped his large hands around your thighs, urging them apart. You complied immediately, spreading your legs nice and wide for him. Spencer groaned at the sight, his grip tightening on your soft thighs. Usually he would take his time to press kisses to your inner thighs and maybe even leave marks, but not this time. He couldn't resist surging forward for a taste, licking a broad stripe up your slit and immediately whining into you.
You let your other hand drop to his head, your fingers tangling in his messy hair as he began to lap at your pussy, whimpering as he became more and more pussydrunk, the vibration sending shockwaves through you, moaning out at the feeling as you gripped his hair tighter, your sounds of pleasure only encouraging him.
Spencer dipped his tongue into your entrance to get a better taste. Another groan fell from his lips as you rolled your hips into his face, desperate for more, and Spencer was quick to give it to you, sucking your clit into his mouth without warning. A loud moan ripped from your throat as your hold tightened on his locks, your back arching against the bed.
"So fucking good, baby," you whined out, your hips rolling into his mouth again as your eyes fell closed and your head tipped back into the pillows. Spencer moaned at your praise as his movements began to get more desperate, his tongue delving into you and lapping at your folds like his life depended on it.
"Taste so good," Spencer whimpered, his voice needy and desperate as he ate you out like it was his first and last time tasting you. You always adored how eager he was to please you; you'd go so far as to say that he enjoyed it more than actually fucking you; he'd get completely lost in the moment, drinking up everything you had to give him; you'd never complain, of course, not when he was so good at it, never failing to make you see stars.
You felt the bed begin to shift, opening your eyes to see Spencer grinding into the mattress, moaning into you with his eyes closed in pure ecstasy, completely pussydrunk. You whined at the sinful sight of your boyfriend eating your pussy like a man starved and desperately fucking into your shared mattress to get himself off.
"You're so fucking pretty Spence," you moaned, eyes fixed on him and the way he buried his face between your thighs, constantly looking for more. He was desperate for it, and your praise only egged him on as he took your clit back into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue over your most sensitive area. You gasped, back arching as you pushed your cunt into his mouth, a familiar feeling creeping up on you.
Spencer never let up his pace, consistently sucking and licking your pussy with desperation. He craved the taste of your release on his tongue and the feeling of your thighs clamping around his head as he drank it all up. Spencer knew that you were getting close by the way your thighs began to shake and your hips jerked into his touch, your sounds getting louder and more high-pitched.
"F-fuck Spence, I'm gonna c-cum," you rasped, eyes screwed shut as he became more precise, focusing on suckling on your clit and moaning into you, the vibrations making your body spasm, a constant stream of moans, and his name falling from your lips.
Spencer loved nothing more than making you fall apart with just his mouth, and he wasn't ashamed to say he was addicted to it. The way you'd moan his name and let out pretty whines, grinding into his mouth and tugging on his hair, it was his own personal heaven, and right now he wanted nothing more than to taste your sweet release, nuzzling his face deeper into you and slipping his tongue into your entrance, a loud gasp falling from your lips as your body began to shake and your thighs closed around his head.
"F-fuck baby, just a l-little more," you moaned wantonly as he fucked his tongue into you, hands gripping your thighs to keep you from moving. Your hold on his hair was so tight that you knew it had to hurt, but he didn't care; he remained completely unfazed as he brought you dangerously close to your orgasm.
Spencer took your clit into his mouth again, sucking harshly and letting out a particularly loud groan, the mix of his mouth and tongue on you and the vibrations sending you over the edge, your mouth dropping open in a silent scream while your back arched into his face, your whole body shaking and twitching as your orgasm shot through you, white hot pleasure rendering you completely dumb.
You felt Spencer desperately lapping at you, not wasting a single drop of your release, a constant slew of whines and whimpers falling from his lips as he finally got what he so badly craved. You only stopped him when you became oversensitive, squirming away from him and letting out a whine. Spencer got the message and pulled away, making his way up your body to press a kiss to your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue as he did.
Spencer lowered himself onto you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you. You could see the content smile on his lips as he lay with his eyes closed, bringing your hand up to stroke his hair, both of you sitting in comfortable silence as you caught your breath.
You shifted slightly underneath him to get comfortable, Spencer lifting himself off of you so you could move easier. Your intentions were to just go back to sleep, all of your energy taken out of you when you felt something slightly cold and wet on your t-shirt, looking down to see a dark patch.
"did you?-" You didn't even have to finish the question, looking up to see Spencer's cheeks flushed cherry red as he buried his face back into your chest, whining into you.
Ok enough of the sappy stuff: TIME TO GIVE BACK TO THE MASSES!
i’m starting a by-request nsfw alphabet (for Spencer ofc), which I will write little blurbs/drabbles about!
using the list below, send me a letter (or letters) and maybe a little prompt (optional, if you want to see something specific/have an idea for it) and I will do the rest! everything will be linked in my pinned post!!
idk how this is gonna go but i’m excited to try! hopefully you guys are excited too :] THANK YOU AGAIN OKAY BYE
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[not requested] [requested] [done already]
List:
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
N = Nickname (nicknames they call their s/o during sex)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
ok imagine: the team peeks at reid’s phone while he’s busy and there’s a notif from reader and it’s like “can’t stop thinking about last night ;)” and the team is all like “what happened last nigh 🤨😏” and are all nosy and it’s all silly and goofy
IDK PUT UR SPIN ON THINGS!!! THANKS POOKIE <3
HIIII
Derek leaned over Spencer’s shoulder as he walked by his desk, Spencer groaned when he felt him breathing down his neck and slammed his book shut. Spencer turned around to push Derek back when a quiet ping sounded from his phone.
Derek grabbed his phone quicker than Spencer could react, he back away as he read the message aloud. “ ‘Can’t stop thinking about last night?’ Ohh, care to share, pretty boy?”
Derek took off running around the bullpen and Spencer chased him, reaching for his phone with burning cheeks.
“What happened last night?” Emily watched them run around like little kids. Derek quickly tossed her the phone and let her read the message. “Spencer’s got a girlfriend!”
She joined in on the teasing and pretty soon JJ walked into the bullpen, she stopped dead in her tracks as she watched the chaos in front of her.
“Nothing happened last night! Give me my phone!” Spencer groaned. His phone was now being tossed between the three and he couldn’t keep up. Luckily the teasing didn’t go on for much longer, Hotch opened the office door which made them all fall silent.
