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regiawrites · 9 months

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Spencer Reid- Switch

Warning(s): Sub!Spencer, Dom!Reader, GN!Reader, Handjob, Blowjob, Edging, Overstimulation, Brief Mention Of Aftercare, Multiple Orgasms

Word count: 1062

Notes: I may or may not have written this on my break at work

Summary: A drabble in which Spencer and Y/N play a rigged game.

At one point, Spencer would have told you Y/N was heaven-sent. Some angel cast down to earth that decided they liked him enough to stay.

They were ethereal, and sweet, and whimsical in every way his daily life was not and he was an addict from the first moment they looked at him. A part of him felt unworthy of touching them, like they were a Saint, and his hands would sully them with the atrocities that they had committed.

Now, as he looks up them and sees not an angel cast down from heaven, but a demon summoned from hell to drag him down with their sweet torture.

"47, 46, 45-"

"Switch," they demanded, and he obeyed like it was second nature to him.

"45, 46, 47, 48..."

"Such a good boy for me, Spencer," they praised, tracing the tips of their fingers over the head of his cock. His body seized but by some miracle he kept counting, head spinning and tongue clumsy.

They were straddling his midriff, facing away from him, playing with his body to their heart's content.

With one hand firmly gripping the base of his cock, they stroked him, twisting their hand with each upward stroke.

"...52, 53, 54, 55- "

"Switch."

"Oh, fuck," he yelped when they slid their hand down to cup his balls and press their fingers into his perineum. Before he could even register what was happening, they pulled their hands away from his and landed one firm slap to his length, making him cry out. "I'm sorry!"

"You told me you were going to be good!" they drawled, tone so condescending and disappointed it made his head spin and his cock twitch.

"I'm sorry!" he pleaded, voice breaking with how ruined he was. "Please, one more chance! I'll be good!"

They turned around to look over their shoulder, the movement making their back arch and ass push back. He huffed in want, but kept his hands firmly at his sides, where they had instructed he keep them.

The scrutiny in their cruel gaze made him whine, wiggling his hips desperately. "Please," he tried again. "Please, I'll be good."

With a brow raised, they silently turned back around and grazed their fingertips against the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, their nails leaving pink marks as they teased him. He sobbed, his legs falling further apart. "Please..."

"Keep counting," they commanded, still tracing lines over his skin and avoiding the one place he really wanted to be touched.

"55, 56, 57, 58..."

With more grace than he could fathom at the time, they moved off him, ceasing all contact.

"...61, 62, 63, 64..."

They climbed over his leg and settled between his legs, facing him. They gripped his cock so tight it was almost painful on his sensitive length, and he shuddered out a gasp but kept counting.

"...71, 72, 73, 74..."

"Switch."

And with that, they slid the full length of him into their mouth, sucking so hard on him their cheeks hollowed completely.

"Oh! OH! Oh, fuck!" he nearly screamed, squirming on the bed beneath them. "73, 72, 71..."

They moved their head with a fast rhythm, too much for poor Spencer after hours of edging. The poor, pathetic thing was on the verge of tears as he fought against the urge to grab their head and rock his hips up.

"...78, 79, 80..."

They pulled off him with an obscene 'pop!'-

"Switch."

Before licking up the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, swirling their tongue around the slit, taking him back into their mouth and resuming their harsh pace.

"...79, 78, 76, 75..."

His counting stuttered out between desperate whines and needy sobs as he wriggled and writhed, desperate. He'd been on edge for what felt like hours, and his voice was hoarse.

"...68, 67, 66, 65..."

One last time, they pulled off and gave the command he'd been waiting for.

"Cum."

And he did.

Ceasing his counting as his back arched and his body spasmed. "Oh, fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you!" he whimpered, body shaking and eyes rolling around in their sockets, he came hard. They pulled off their mouth just in time for him to spurt all over his own stomach, marking himself in his own filth.

His orgasm seemed to last for ever, but as he crashed down from his high, they didn't stop their harsh strokes.

He whined, attempting to crawl away, but they levelled him with a firm stare that held him in place.

"What did you do wrong, pretty?" they asked, and he sobbed, shaking his head.

"I don't know!" he cried. "Y/N, baby, it's too much!" They clicked their tongue at him.

"You stopped counting," they told him, grasping just beneath his head and rubbing a flat palm over his tip. "I told you not to stop until I said."

"I'm sorry!" he whimpered. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" He tried to curl up, trying to ease the biting pleasure of overstimulation, but they spanked his thigh. He jolted at the sudden flash of pain.

"Stay still and take your punishment, like a good boy," the commanded. He whined, but still laid there. No matter how he bucked and squirmed and begged, they kept stroking him.

"Ah! Ah! Aaaah! PleasepleasepleaseI'msorry- "

His back arched into an even more harsh angle than before as he came a second time, whimpering so loudly the neighbours would probably have complaints. "Good boy," they cooed as fat tear drops began to roll down his cheeks. "Oh, baby, you're so pretty when you cry."

Gently, they wiped away the tears on his cheeks, whispering gentle appraisals and kind reassurances.

“I think…” Reid panted, trying to regain feeling in his toes. “I think that game may have been rigged, don’t you?”

Y/N giggled innocently, kissing him gently on the forehead before standing up. They shushed him good-naturedly when he whined and made grabby hands for them. “I’m only going to get you a towel and some water,” they told him. “Do you want me to run you a bath?”

“No,” he said, sitting up and wincing at the wet feeling on his torso. “No, I’ll be fine with a towel, just hurry up and come cuddle me.”

“Demanding,” Y/N teased, and he pouted at them.

“Please?”

“I’ll be back before you know it, baby.”

#sub spencer reid #spencer reid smut #Spencer Reid #dom reader #gender neutral reader #use of y/n #smut #smut drabble

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regiawrites · 9 months

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Spencer Reid- Packing Heat

Warning(s): male masturbation, caffeine-induced idiocy

Word Count: 783

Notes: This is so fucking stupid

Summary: Garcia walks in on Reid part-taking in some self-care. Embarrassment ensues.

Penelope Garcia had a tendency to unceremoniously burst into rooms. It was truly the habit of an excitable child that grew into an equally excitable adult.

Ordinarily, it wasn’t much of an issue. By and large, people were used to her high energy and, aside from her occasionally barrelling into a person or knocking something over, this habit rarely had any immediate consequences.

Until New York.

The BAU was tackling a high-profile case involving cyber terrorism and had decided that Garcia would be a better asset in person than over the phone. As always, she gushed over the jet on the way there before arriving. Within half an hour of landing, she was corralled in a computer room that she promptly decorated with trinkets she brought with her.

26 long, coffee-fuelled hours later, the case was closed, multiple members of a domestic terrorist cell were in the custody of the NYPD, and The BAU was scattered across a cheap hotel. A cheap hotel with very poor room security and rickety doors.

After what probably amassed to 2 litres of coffee, Garcia couldn’t sleep, even after the stressful more-than-a-day she’d had. In her opinion, the best thing to do about this would be to go to Reid’s room and binge-watch Doctor Who until she fell asleep.

Pyjama-clad and nearly vibrating with excess energy, she hurried from her room to Reid’s, practically flinging herself through his door (that gave out and swung open with very little effort) and received… more than an eyeful.

Reid was sprawled on the lumpy hotel bed, shirt unbuttoned, and slacks gathered at his ankles. His head was thrown back, and his hand was wrapped around his-

“It’s huge!” Garcia shrieked. Reid yelped, head snapping up to look at her before he squealed and covered himself with a pillow.

“Garcia!” he screeched, face burning a bright red. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I’m sorry!” she squeaked, clumsily falling back out of the room and slamming the door behind her.

She stumbled towards her room for a few steps before crashing into something.

“Woah there, baby girl,” a smooth voice drawled. “What’s the hurry?” Garcia looked up to see Morgan looking down at her, a concerned angle to his brow.

“It’s huge!” she choked out, eyes wide.

“What is huge?” he asked. “What happened?”

“It’s like a baseball bat!”

“What’s like a baseball bat?”

“What’s going on?” a tired Emily asked, coming out of her hotel room.

“I have no idea,” Morgan told her as they both watched Garcia try to gather her words.

“IsawReidjerkingoffandohmygod- “

“Woah, woah, woah,” he cut her off, holding his hands up slightly. “I can’t hear that fast, Mama, slow down.”

“I saw Reid jerking off and- “

“What?!” Emily gasped.

“-Oh my God, it’s the size of my forearm!”

Morgan and Emily blinked at her for a few seconds, processing her words.

“’It’ being…?” Emily encouraged with a raised eyebrow.

“Reid’s di-?” Morgan tried to finish but Garcia slapped a hand over his mouth.

“YES!” she yelped. “You don’t have to say it!”

At that unfortunate moment, Reid- now fully dressed- burst out of his room into the hallway, looking remarkably dishevelled. Immediately, three pairs of wide eyes dropped to his crotch, and he hurried to cover himself with his hands.

“Why are you looking there?” he demanded, voice breaking more than once.

Garcia and Emily had the decency to look embarrassed and look away, but Morgan burst into peals of hearty laughter.

“Daaamn, Pretty Boy,” he said, teasingly. “Apparently you’re packing some serious heat!”

“Stop!” Reid wailed, curling in on himself. “Why didn't you knock?!”

“I don’t know!” Garcia cried. “The door kind of just opened!”

“This hotel does have terrible security,” Emily added, still standing in her doorway, leaning against the frame. “It doesn’t take much force to open them, and you know how Garcia gets.”

“Especially with how much coffee she’s had today,” Morgan said.

“That’s why I was going to your room! I wanted to watch Doctor Who!”

With an irritated Reid pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other still shielding his crotch from view.

“You know that hand really isn’t doing much,” Emily pointed out. “We can still see it.”

“Well, stop looking at it!”

“We can’t!” Garcia whined. “It’s like right freaking there.”

“And apparently the size of Garcia’s forearm,” Morgan snorted. Reid made a guttural sound of embarrassment before fleeing into his room, closing the door harshly behind himself.

Morgan, Garcia and Emily shared a brief, awkward look before dissolving into giggles and snorts.

In his room, Reid groaned and rolled his eyes, knowing the jokes would be endless.

#spencer reid smut #Spencer Reid #Crack Fic #this is stupid #don't take this seriously

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