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Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid
Summary:
Spencer acts up. You and Elle put him in his place. Itās an unconventional relationship, but it works so well.
Dom!Elle Greenaway x Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Spencer Reid. Co-Workers with Benefits. Smut/PWP.Ā
Word Count: 2,900
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THIS IS A RE-POST.Ā This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.
Detailed warnings and authorās notes below the cut.
Warnings:Ā this is primarily a smut fic; reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina;Ā this could be read with or without considering the major canon events;Ā dom/sub dynamicsĀ -Ā Dom!Elle, Dom!Reader, Sub!SpencerĀ (he is definitely more of aĀ bratĀ in this and I had so much fun writing it); implications of an ongoing poly relationship between the three of them;Ā punishment and rewardĀ (Spencer is punished for being mouthy/talking back);Ā size difference kink/reverse size kinkĀ (the reader loves how skinny and easy to toss around Spencer is);Ā Spencer is spanked, Spencer is gagged with his own tieĀ (the tie is also used like a leash on him);Ā general rough play;Ā Spencer calls the reader āMissā;Ā undertones of humiliation kink, mentions of subspace, mentions of pain kink,Ā Spencer is called a whore, a slut a stupid brat;degradation kinkĀ (towards Spencer); mentions of paddling; mentions of jealousy;Ā bondageĀ - Spencer has his hands tied behind his back;Ā Spencer wears a cockring;Ā orgasm restrictionĀ (toward Spencer);Ā Spencer is forced to watch while Elle fucks the reader with a strap-onĀ (the reader is a bottom between Elle and the reader, but she still is 100% a dom in this); as mentioned -Ā strap-on sexĀ (Elle fucks the reader with a strap-on);Ā crying kinkĀ (Spencer is pretty when he cries); mentions of pegging (from Elle toward Spencer);Ā hair pullingĀ (reader receiving);Ā Elle is called 'Mistressā; the reader and Elle could both be considered mean in this. I hope thatās everything and I havenāt missed anything important.
A/N: the inspiration behind this is actually so funny. I was working on the second part of Lessons For A Genius and I literally thought to myself 'Spencer is too nice in this. heās too well behavedā - and then I started thinking about a fic where Spencer is a bratty sub and gets punished, and then in that scenario, Elle suddenly appeared in my head (I guess because Elle has such dom energy and sheās always bossing Spencer around in the show, this is just too real, they have so much chemistry) - and next thing I know I was opening another tab to write this because I couldnāt help myself. So I hope you guys enjoy it!! I would love to write more fics where Spencer is a bratty sub in the future. I just love writing sub!Spencer in general. (some people have asked me to write dom!Spencer and I am warming up to it very, very slowly.)Ā anyway, please enjoy!
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You were in the room for less than thirty seconds when Spencerās pants were down.Ā
Usually, something like this occurred out of pure lust or need. Spencer was a very needy boy. It was rare that you felt this much annoyance building up inside of you. It was rare that you tore off his clothes out of anger.Ā
But he had mouthed off to you in front of the local cops, whining that you āwerenāt his motherā when you asked him how many cups of coffee heād had that day and advised him to drink some water. It had been a sassy comeback that had several of the men in the room laughing, and at the time, Spencer had been grinning into that ill-advised seventh cup of coffee, thinking that you couldnāt see him.Ā
It was something that got a warm rage simmering inside of you.Ā
Generally, he had been the biggest kind of brat all day. He had been mouthing off, even going so far as to talk back to Hotch when given orders. And you werenāt taking too kindly to it.Ā
He had to know who was in charge. He had to know that you wouldnāt stand for him being a mouthy brat.Ā
The door to the hotel room had barely closed behind you before you had his belt undone, the heft of the leather causing the fabric of his slacks to drop to his ankles. This left him entirely exposed from the waist down, feeling a rush of vulnerability, knowing he was in trouble. His stomach clenched in anticipation. You werenāt entirely surprised to find that he wasnāt wearing underwear. He had been acting out all day because he was feeling needy, apparently.Ā
Before he could speak, only uttering out a few half hearted protests, you shoved him hard. He was so skinny, so easy to push around, it was almost laughable. You pushed him until you had him exactly where you wanted him - bent over the dresser in the middle of the room. It was a chest of drawers with an attached vanity mirror, forcing him to bend over it and brace his hands on the surface so he could look at himself in the mirror.Ā
So he could stare himself down and face all of his beautiful shame as you tore him apart.Ā
āLook, Miss, please-ā He stuttered out.Ā
Clearly he was still trying to come back from this, still trying to grovel, trying to apologize.Ā
But it was too late for that. You had decided that during the car ride back.Ā
āShut up.ā You told him gruffly.Ā
You reached around his body to his front and grabbed his tie, slipping it slightly loose before you brought it partway up his head. He was confused by this, until you slipped the loop into his mouth, effectively gagging him. You then spun it so the length of the tie was at the back of his head. You tightened it harshly then, causing him to moan as the fabric scuffed sorely against the sides of his mouth.Ā
But that wasnāt all.Ā
You yanked back on the length of the tie as though it were a leash, pulling his tall body into a tense arch, forcing him to be exactly where you wanted him to be. He moaned deeply as a wave of pleasurable pain shot through his body, his back cracking slightly as you forced him into such an uncomfortable position. Your other hand was on his lower back, keeping his hips pinned against the edge of the dresser as you forced his neck back as far as it would go.Ā
His muscles quivered and tears easily came to his eyes. His cock throbbed harshly with all of it. He always needed to be put in his place. He needed his head to be emptied as the control was taken away from him - as he was owned wholly, his body and mind no longer his own.Ā
When you were sure that he would stay like this, the subspace setting in and making him slightly more compliant, you moved the hand on his lower back. This forced him to hold the position on his own, his legs becoming shaky - but he didnāt move to make himself more comfortable, which did cause you to grin.Ā
Then, you hauled your hand back, delivering a harsh spank across his bare ass cheek.Ā
āWhat the fuck is wrong with you?ā You bit out harshly. āI know I did not train you to be such a fucking brat.āĀ
You delivered another spank, his soft skin already turning red from your hits. Your palm was stinging slightly, but you didnāt care. It gave you a certain thrill, and it was worth teaching him a lesson if his ass was sore tomorrow and he remembered this. Usually not being able to sit right did help him remember to behave.Ā
All Spencer could do was moan in response, being very effectively gagged by his own tie. His cock was angry and hard, trapped between his pelvis and the edge of the dresser as you punished him.Ā
āYouāre just a needy little whore, arenāt you?āĀ
You barked, pulling his neck back even harder. This caused him to whine out in pain, such a beautiful sound that had you dizzy with pleasure as your ego swelled. You pulled him closer to you and placed your lips close to his ear, hissing the next words near his cheek with malice.Ā
āWhatās wrong? The needy slut doesnāt get enough attention?āĀ
āCome on, Y/N, take it easy on him,ā Elle chuckled from the corner, taking a sip of her drink.Ā
She had ridden with Morgan, so she had made it to the room an easy five minutes before you and Reid had. And thus far, she had been heavily enjoying the show that the two of you were putting on. But she did think you were being a bit too rough considering that Reid was a bit lippy on a good day.Ā
āOh,Ā IĀ need to take it easy?ā You chuckled sarcastically, looking over your shoulder at her.Ā
You tossed your hold on the tie, letting Spencerās body relax forward slightly while you assessed Elle. He let out a whimper of relief, but didnāt make any further noise to draw attention to himself - not wanting the two of you to gang up on him and make his punishment even worse. (The two of you were devious minds, and when you worked together, it was a beautiful kind of destruction.)Ā
Sitting there, Elle was smug as ever, staring you and Spencer down with a clear heat in her eyes.Ā
āLast time you paddled him, he couldnāt walk for a week.ā You added on, bringing up the memory to try and prove your point.Ā
āHe was flirting with that waitress, he deserved it.ā Elle said, speaking as though it was the obvious thing in the world.Ā
Generally speaking, you werenāt even sure if Spencer knew how to flirt. You thought that for the most part he just didnāt know when other people were flirting with him and didnāt know when to deflect it to stop it from pissing you and Elle off. But you had enjoyed it too much to argue with Elle about it - his bright red ass and awkward gait for the week following that paddling had just been too good.Ā
You used the tie-leash and a tight hold on one of his hips to spin Spencer around, tossing him onto one of the double beds in the room. He landed roughly on his stomach with a light bounce. He let out a jagged moan as his exposed cock scraped against the cheap hotel bedspread. But - true to form, trying to prove that he was a good boy, he did nothing more than lay there, staying perfectly still where you had put him.Ā
Elle grinned at him before she looked back to you.Ā
āSo, what doĀ youĀ think we should do with him?ā You asked, putting a hand on Spencerās shoulder to flip him over onto his back, presenting him to her like a filthy prize.Ā
Spencer whimpered quietly and blinked up at you and Elle with big, wet eyes, clearly thinking that the puppy dog look could get him some sympathy. But there was no chance of mercy. He had already made his bed, and he was going to get fucked in it.
āI have a few ideas.ā Elle chuckled.Ā
ā¦Ā
That was how Spencer ended up in his current position.Ā
He was sitting in the chair that Elle had previously been sitting in, stripped completely naked. A light sheen of sweat had formed over his skin, causing his hair to stick to his forehead in that beautifully desperate way. His hands were tied behind his back with his own belt, and a cockring was secured around the base of his needy, throbbing cock.Ā
There was no possible way for him to get relief. Even if he became so desperate as to hump the furniture, all that he would get was a fruitless, horrible dry orgasm. The cockring so tight around him definitely assured that. And with his hands tied behind his back, he couldnāt take it off. Especially not with the way the two of you were keeping a watchful eye on him.Ā
You and Elle certainly werenāt going to let him get away with anything.Ā
He certainly wasnāt going to get out of your line of sight. That was the whole point.Ā
The bulk of his punishment was toĀ watch.Ā
To watch you and Elle and not be allowed to touch his needy, throbbing cock. To have a feast of sights before him, but be stuck, not allowed to cum. Not even allowed to feel the slightest bit of relief against his pathetic dick until you or Elle decided that heād had enough.Ā
āPlease.ā Spencer begged hopelessly.Ā
His hips arched up into the air slightly, humping into nothing, fruitlessly seeking contact. His cock dribbled out precum, almost as if the pretty pink cockhead was weeping out in protest, trying to show his deep, unsatisfied need.Ā
āPlease!ā He bawled. āIāll be a good boy! I promise!āĀ
His voice was so beautifully wrecked. It sent a wave of pleasurable tingles right through you.Ā
āDid you hear that?ā Elle chuckled behind you. āHe promises.ā She cooed these words mockingly.Ā
Both of you knew that it wasnāt a promise he could keep for too long.Ā
Elle huffed out a devilish laugh as she raked the sharpness of her nails across your back. She sounded just as amused as you were watching Spencerās pathetic attempts to get back on both your good sides.Ā
āI fucking doubt it.ā You grunted back breathlessly.Ā
āIf he wasnāt so pathetic, I might take pity on him.ā Elle said, her voice taking on that mean edge that she knew Spencer loved.Ā
He moaned at the words, his hips flexing up once again. Unlike when he played poker, during sex, he always gave away all his cards, always showed what pleased him most and what his weakest spots were. It was one of the reasons you loved taking him apart so much. One of the reasons you loved owning him.Ā
āIf you were a āgood boyā, youād shut up and watch me fuck your precious Miss without complaining,ā Elle said, continuing to mock him, fucking her hips harder into you to drive home her point.Ā
She had you in the middle of the bed, perfectly on display for Spencer - on your hands and knees, completely stripped naked. The two of you were a perfect visual tease for him - with Elle in her bright red lacy bra, a commanding presence behind you with her thick seven inch strap-on buried in your wet, wanting pussy. You were absolutely enjoying yourself as she fucked in and out of you with an intense roughness.Ā
Most of the time, the two of you teamed up as a wicked force against Spencer - and combined, you were a deadly sinful team. But when the two of you took the time to enjoy pleasuring each other, it was a rough, chaotic slice of heaven. Like lighting clashing against itself in the best way.Ā
When you did let her fuck you, you werenāt whiny or submissive to her wills. You took it well, never begged for it. And she understood you and what you needed - the feeling of a thick cock splitting you open, that rough touch that Spencer never gave you because he was so subservient to your will. You loved the fact that she didnāt treat you like a glass doll.Ā
āPlease!ā Spencer tried again, going directly against Elleās order to sit there and shut up.Ā
You werenāt sure if it was him playing up again or if he actually thought he could talk his way out of this somehow.Ā
āPlease, let me touch you! Let me help you cum! Let me service you, Miss! Iāll be so good!ā Spencer begged, his words dissolving into sobs as the desperation heightening within him.Ā
āWhat? You think youāre allowed to touch this pussy? You think you should be allowed?ā Elle growled, fucking into you so hard that it caused a wet smacking to resonate through the room - something that made Spencer want you even more.Ā
You laughed in response to Spencerās whiny antics, and the incredible fake cock plunging into you from behind - a sound that dissolved into a loud moan when Elle reached around and rubbed your clit, clearly wanting even more from you.Ā
Elle hammered her hips against you like she hated you, fucked into your pussy with a brutal passion. She was partially trying to show Spencer what he was missing out on, a deadly ache growing in his gut when he thought about the emptiness he felt without her perfect fake cock. Because he did spend a fair amount of time fucked out and drooling on her strap when she wanted to fuck him with it - from either end.Ā
And she was partially trying to get you to be messier, wetter, louder, putting on more of a show for him. The more beautiful and pornographic you were, the more effective his punishment was (not that it was hard for you to become a walking sex dream, as gorgeous as you naturally were).Ā
Elle loved to fuck you like this - she loved having your tight pussy hugging the silicone of her cock. You were a challenge. You didnāt simply beg for her cock, your body didnāt just mold and bend to her wills because she touched you with strong hands. You always fucked your hips back into her twice as hard, and you laughed and snarled back if she called you a dirty bitch.Ā
It was part of the reason that the two of you so perfectly destroyed someone as needy and submissive as Spencer. Spencer, the type of person who got whiny and started acting up if he didnāt get enough attention from either of you in the run of a day.Ā
āIāll be good!ā Spencer whined. āPlease! Please, just touch me! I promise I wonāt do it again!āĀ
His eyes had become as wet as his cock, the tip glistening with precum as tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, his entire being reeking of desperation and uncontained lust.Ā
āDo you even know what you did this time, you stupid brat?ā Elle prodded, her voice dark and lacking any sweetness as she spat the words across the room at him.Ā
Spencer let out a wounded sound that was barely recognizable - perhaps he was trying to compose himself to speak, perhaps he was truly clueless.Ā
He could be so mouthy sometimes, but most of the time, he didnāt even recognize his sass as a problem.Ā
āWhat makes you think youāre worthy to touch her? What makes you think that you get to touch her after being such a dumb brat all day?ā Elle teased him.Ā
She emphasized her words by yanking back on your hair, delivering a pleasurable amount of pain that made you moan out as she continued to harshly thrust her hips into your wet cunt.Ā
āWhat makes you think that a brat like you gets to touch these perfect tits?ā Elle mocked him, leaning over you to grope roughly at your swaying breasts. Of course, just to show him what he couldnāt have and heavily enjoying your body in the process.Ā
You chuckled at this, enjoying the way Spencerās features twisted up in displeasure. Clearly he was whiny, wanting so badly to touch you - but he hadnāt earned it. Not tonight.Ā
He let out a few more tears before he spoke again.Ā
āIām sorry.ā He sniffled quietly. āIām a bad boy. Iāve been bad.āĀ
āWhy?ā You heaved out, breathless from Elleās efforts. āWhy are you bad?āĀ
āGood boys donāt talk back.ā Spencer finally admitted, his voice weak with defeat.Ā
āLook, the genius finally figured it out.ā Elle commented, beautiful condescension dripping through her voice.Ā
āGood!ā You huffed, fucking your hips harshly back into Elleās cock while you locked eyes with Spencerās wet, glassy ones. āNow keep your whiny fuckinā mouth shut while Mistress fucks me, and maybe -Ā fuckĀ - andĀ maybeĀ I wonāt keep that cockring on you all day tomorrow.āĀ
Spencer whined harshly at this, but didnāt protest. Elle grinned, planting a kiss on the back of your neck before she dug her nails into your hips and fucked you faster.
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A/N: This is a standalone oneshot, and there will not be a sequel or a continuation of it. If you enjoyed this, please comment about the body of work that has been written. If you want to see more Spencer fics that I have written, definitely check out my Criminal Minds Masterlist, or check out my other Masterlists to see if anything catches your eye.
Imagine Ryland having to explain to Rocky that human women bleed every month and its a sign of health as youāre actively going through it
me rn actively going through it
rocky would be pissed about how poorly humans are designed, bc what do you mean the blood that's meant to keep your heart pumping also just leaks out for a week every month? where is the spare blood? why haven't humans evolved past this?
and it hurts too? this is bad engineering. why can't humans just open their carapace like eridians and remove the waste material? oh because they'd die? great. incredible work, god.
and grace doesn't have to deal with it? well now rocky's mad at grace. human male design seems to have a lot of advantages, why doesn't he have to suffer like you? rocky is that meme of the guy crying and punching the wall bc cramps exist
Longtime readers may be aware of how much I relish an excuse to bully a company, so I'm sharing the wealth;
Clothing company Patagonia is currently sueing drag queen Pattie Gonia for "irreparableā harm to their brand.
To be clear; Pattie named herself after the region in South America.
So Pattie is asking people to politely ask Patagonia to drop the lawsuit.
I'm extending the invitation to all of you, because sueing a drag queen for 'infringement' in the current political cultural landscape is vile.
Especially a drag queen who has raised millions of dollars for non-profits, uses her platform to raise awareness for climate activism, and fully aligns with Patagonia's apparent climate-conscious mission statement.
They're claiming they're sueing for $1. They're actually asking her to stop using her name, and pay over $1 million in legal fees. They're straight up harassing her.
In contrast, drag queen Jan Sport has a Jansport bag line. It's that easy to just... work with a queen.
Anyway. Be respectful(ish), but feel free to be annoying on Patagnoia's socials, asking them to 'DROP THE LAWSUIT'
Lately Iāve been really into being honest to people about my positive feelings towards them. I told my classmate that Iāve admired her creativity from the start and named a project of hers that I loved, and her face lit up! I took the train with a project partner the other day and told her that I always have so much fun with her, and it prompted an entire conversation about the difficulties of graduating from āclassmatesā to āfriendsā and both of our insecurities in this regard (and how weāre definitely getting coffee later). I express my gratitude honestly. I say what I feel if Iād be happy hearing it, myself. I remember details so that I can refer to them later. Once you realize how great you can make someone feel, all of those mundane moments become so special. It will maybe even create some lasting connections, something I think we could all use more of.
important life tip regarding the current political climate:
optimism is important.
gratitude is important.
if you are happy, that is wonderful.
but don't let that become ignorance. don't let that blind you from the current events happening around you.
DO NOT allow yourself to be brainwashed into thinking everything is fine when there are people whose rights are being taken away and whose families are being separated from them.
love and light is nice, but you need balance. it's okay to be angry, it's okay to be upset, rightfully so!
and before i get any notes saying "this is a witchcraft blog, stick to that", witchcraft is inherently political. it is what gave the oppressed a sense of power and control over their oppressors.
i will never prioritize a theme or aesthetic over speaking out.
"don't worry scientists will invent a way to solve climate change!" They already did... several times over... just the people who didnt like their solutions (cough cough oil companies) had enough cash to shut them up both legally and illegally
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