#sub!spencerreid

[golden1u5t]

this has been in my drafts for a while now...

this post is 18+

“Spence- your knee.” You gasped, your head falling back as Spencer sucked a small bruise right under your jaw. “We can’t, not until you’re healed.”

"Please? You can ride me, I won't have to move." His hands moved to your hips, grounding you on his cock and rocking you back and forth. "Please, baby? I need to feel you."

He was so desperate, having not felt you around his cock in a while. You were just as desperate as him but you were more concerned for his well being. The more he moved you on his lap, the more you felt him throbbing underneath you, the more he groaned and whimpered your name, the more the rational part of your brain shut down and was replaced with a cloud of lust.

Spencer pulled back to look at you with pleading eyes, tears building at his waterline and glossing his eyes over. His breathing was so heavy, he was so damn hard for you.

"Fuck, Spence. We have to be careful, I don't want to hurt you." You carefully moved off of his lap and unbuckled his pants, you only pulled them down enough to free his cock. You discarded your own shorts and panties, climbing back on his lap and taking ahold of his cock.

You lifted yourself up and ran his cock through your slit, not teasing for long because you both were too desperate to wait. All Spencer wanted to do was thrust up and push his cock into you but he knew that if he were to move his lower half even the slightest bit, you would temporarily ban sex until he fully healed.

You both held on to each other tightly once you finally sank down on his cock. Spencer let out a shaky breath beside your ear as he felt your cunt clench around him. He knew he wouldn't last, not with how tight and warm you were. You finally started to move, rolling your hips forward before lifting up until only the tip was inside and pushing down.

"Y/N, so good- oh god." He whined, his head tipping back and his eyes slipping closed. Spencer gripped your hips and started to help guide you on his cock, you were surprised when you felt yourself starting to be lifted without you doing it.

You dug your head into his neck and started to nip at his skin, making small bruises like he'd done to you. The closer you got to your release the faster you went, the harder Spencer gripped you hips.

"M'so close, Spence. Gonna cum for you- wanna cum for you, baby, please." You were babbling, your cunt starting to spasm sporadically. Your mouth dropped open against his skin, sweat beading on your skin.

"Can't last any longer-" He gasped, his cock twitching as he started to cum. "Y/N, gonna cum- cumming- mmm"

He swore his eyes started to cross at how hard his orgasm hit him, the feeling of your pussy tight around him as your orgasm came as well.

You sat like that for a while before you finally separated. When you got off of his lap, you stood on shaky legs looking down at him on the coach, he was smiling like he had just won a grand prize.

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[pipsuwu]

The Event of the Season- Part 2

A/N: I got sick and was supposed to post this on January 1st, but my body said no, so, this is a bit late, I apologize. Feel free to let me know if you like it or feel free to let me know if you hate it. Happy late New Years! MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: You and Spencer make a deal.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN! Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Foul Language, dirty talk, marking, biting, Spencer attempting to be a switch, Sub!Spencer, Spencer being clingy, this is more vanilla than I expected it to be, overstimulation.

Word Count: 1,863

When you got to your place, with Spencer trailing behind you like a lost puppy, it didn’t take long for you to make yourself feel… well, like you hadn’t had a rough night out to put it lightly… All your worries from earlier? Pretty much gone. You had a conversation with him that filled you with dread? Yes, you did, feelings are scary, but the scary part is over and done with. You change, get undressed and walk into your living room. 

“Hey Spencer,” You say walking up to him, completely naked, it’s not like you’re going to need your clothes. He looks at you before nearly choking on the water he was drinking. 

“Uh, hey,” Spencer doesn’t know where to look. So he decides to awkwardly shift his eyes around looking at the decor in your living room. You waltz up to him, straddling his lap. 

“Can we pick up where we left off?” You ask, tilting your head while looking in his eyes. He nods, looking up at you while biting his lip.

“Use your words, Hun,” You say softly, causing him to whine slightly in response. 

“Can we please?” He begs.

You drape your arms around his neck, leaning down acting like you’re going to kiss him. He eagerly tries to meet you, but you pull away, chuckling when he whines. You give him a kiss on his cheek. Running your fingers through the soft wavy curls of his hair before gripping them to pull his head back. You lick a stripe up his neck causing his breath to hitch. He holds it, not daring to shift, blink or breathe. He’s staring straight up at your ceiling when you start kissing his neck. Spencer groans as he feels you kiss your way down, taking off his clothes on the way. Cardigan gone. Shirt gone. You release your grip on his hair, he lowers his head to watch your descent down his body. You get on your knees, take off his pants, placing a chaste kiss on his inner thigh while looking up at him. He moans at the sight, a whimper escaping the tail end of it. You bite lightly at his thigh, slowly dragging your teeth back before you get back up to straddle him, returning your attention to his neck. You can hear him gripping the cushions on your couch. You smirk against him, before continuing. He moans softly, you can tell he’s holding back. You blow cold air up his neck, to his ear, teasing him. He moves both his hands abruptly to grip your thighs, letting out a shaky moan as he tries to cut off your access to his neck by tilting his head towards his shoulder. 

“P-Please stop teasing me,” He begs. You caress his cheek with your hand before taking a hold of his chin with your index knuckle and your thumb. You tap your thumb on his chin looking from his lips, to his eyes. Your thumb moves up and runs over his bottom lip. 

“Please, Y/N,” he whispers, looking at you with his big puppy eyes. You drag his bottom lip down with your thumb before releasing it, leaning in closer to his face, but stopping an inch from his face. He goes to lean in, but you pull back. You go back and forth until Spencer gets impatient. Spencer moves his hands from your thighs to your ass, sliding them over and gripping your asscheeks. You let out a moan, resting your forehead against his which doesn’t last long as he turns on the couch with you in his arms, and pushes you into the couch. He’s on top of you, his knee wedges its way between your legs. He leans down barely centimetres from your face. He kisses you, its hesitant, but quickly deepens. One of his hands cups the side of your face, his fingers gripping the hair he can reach. His tongue runs over yours. He moans in your mouth, you grip his hair in your hand, pulling on the strands. You weren’t planning on having him dominate you in any capacity, but the fact that he was challenging you was adorable… so he could certainly try. He finally pulled away panting, while his thumb caressed the side of your cheek. 

“Y’know I am always on top, but this is a nice angle to see you at,” You taunt him, the need to push his buttons is abundant. 

“I figured, you have an obsession with being in control-”

“I do, which is why this won’t last long.”

“O-Oh yeah? What if I disagree?” Spencer’s question is accompanied by him moving the hand that was cupping your face down. He slowly allows his hand to stroke over the dips and curves of your body. Leaning down, he kisses your neck. 

“Spencer, there are plenty of games you could beat my ass in, absolutely destroy my self-esteem, and practically murder what little egotism I have left. However, this is the one thing I will always have the upper hand in,” You reply, moaning lightly as his teeth graze your neck, before he raises his head to look at you, his eyes getting darker by the second. 

“Is it because I haven’t fucked as many people as you?” He asks.

“No, Honey, it’s because I am always on top.” You state firmly, before slipping your hand in his underwear, stroking his cock. He gasps before groaning, biting his lip. 

“Y-You make a compelling argument,” He replies, his hand gripping the couch in desperation as he tries to ground himself. You run your thumb over the tip of his cock, and you genuinely think Spencer is going to cry as he lets out a pathetic whine. 

“You want to switch positions now, big boy?” you ask, he looks at you, panting. You know he’s likely going to be stubborn. He leans down, his head making itself at home tucked into your neck. He plants soft kisses on your neck, moaning into your ear at your ministrations in between kisses.

“You’ve given me a challenge,” He says, continuing to kiss and bite at your neck in between sentences. “ and I d-don’t like to lose”

“I know you don’t,” You reply, stroking his head softly, with the hand that isn’t stroking his cock allowing your fingers to run through his hair.

“But I also know that you wouldn’t really like to give up control, unless…” He whispers the tail end of it trailing off and biting your shoulder. You moan softly. 

“I can practically hear the gears turning in your head, pretty boy.”

He reluctantly removes himself from the comfort of your arms and looks at you.  

“If I’m a-assuming incorrectly, you can feel free to let me know. But I am, one day, going to fuck you and be in control. And I want you to be able to let me take that control-” Spencer stops when he feels your hand release his cock and slip your hand out of his underwear. He winces and you continue to run your hands through his hair, tucking some of it out of his face. 

“That would require putting a lot of trust in you,” You say, smiling softly at him.

“I want you to be able to put that trust in me.”

“I want to be able to put that trust in you,” you reply.

“Do we have a deal?” Spencer asks, his eyes never leave yours. 

“Deal.” 

“I love you,” Spencer says, giving you a quick kiss, “Now get on top.”

“I’m sorry, do you give the commands around here?” You ask, gripping his hair, pulling his head back hard. Drawn out moans leaving his lips in response. You get up, still sitting under him, he straddles your lap. 

“I-Is me giving c-commands irritating?” He asks, a smirk appearing on his face as he maintains eye contact with you, “maybe you should shut m-me up.” 

“You want to be punished?” You ask for tightening your grip on his hair.

“Y-Yes please,” He stutters out, begging you. 

“Not gonna happen,” you utter, turning him around and pushing him into the couch. You get up and yank his underwear off him. He gasps, raising his legs. You push them down and straddle him. “Punishments don’t work on whores who want to be “punished”. Punishments only work if they don’t reinforce your bratty behavior. So you’re not going to get spanked, you’re going to get fucked. I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to cum inside me, and that’s going to be all, do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes,” He nods, moaning slightly as you grind your ass into his cock. You reach behind you and sink down on his cock all the way. Spencer’s mouth falls open silently, his breath is heavy. You don’t pause to adjust, you don’t need to, so you raise your hips and sink them down, slamming your ass on his hips roughly. Spencer’s eyes start watering, his dick twitching inside of you. 

“C-can you hold me?” He begs you, you nod.

“Of course I can, baby,” You reply, and he shifts to where he can put his arms around you. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, you continue to fuck him, and he kisses every part of your skin nearest to him, clinging to you. He moans against your skin and you curse to yourself. You can feel yourself getting close, heat pooling in your stomach. You groan, hugging Spencer tighter the closer you get. Spencer’s hands wrap tighter around you and you feel a wetness on your sternum that almost causes you to halt your pace. Almost. You look down briefly. 

“Look at me please,” You say and Spencer looks up at you, a few tears running down his face. 

“I’m sorry, I’m a little s-sensitive,” He apologizes as his cock twitches inside of you. 

“Don’t apologize,” You reply, bringing a hand up to wipe his tears before you return your arm to its original place practically hugging his neck. “Do you need to c-”

“Yes.” He whines, his hands gripping into your back as you fuck him. Spencer stutters out a moan before cumming inside of you. You slow your pace, allowing him to ride out his high before slowing down, rolling your hips a little. He lets go of you, allowing himself to lay down on the couch.

“You didn’t-”

“I didn’t what?” You ask as you start your pace again, he moans, letting his head fall against the couch. His hands grip at your hips as he aids you in pushing you down on his cock over and over again. His hips buck into you as he whines. You clench against him before cumming, and he follows suit, whining as the oversensitivity flows through him. You lay down on top of him, panting as you come down from your high. 

“I love you, Spencer,” You mumble into his skin. 

“I love you too, Y/N,” He replies, sighing. 

“I’ll feel free to put that trust in you when you’re ready.”

“I’ll let you know when I’m ready,” Spencer says, “Anyways, can we go cuddle?”

#dr. spencer reid #criminal minds smut #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #sub!spencer #sub!spencerreid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #Spencer reid x reader #reid smut #mgg #dr. spencer reid x reader

[oneirataxiahiraeth]

Queen of Kings

Pairings : fem!reader x spencerreid

Warnings : swearing, mentions of violence, Morgan being noisy, the team instigating, smut, face riding, unprotected sex, sub!spence x dom!reader, switching POV’s

Word Count : 2.3k

“y/n.” Spencer merely stated. He said nothing else but you simply knew the constant clicking of your own was driving him absolutely insane. So you stopped. Like any normal person would do when they could sense their partner a bit tired of their antics.

“sorry.” She mumbled, as Garcia went on presenting the case.

Morgan and JJ gave each other discreet looks before the two shook theirs heads. It was an office wide thought that before you and Spencer had began dating you would be the ‘man’ of the relationship. Based on how you handle yourself and your work you radiated that strong dominate hand vibes. Spencer… did not. Honestly everyone thought that he’d be following you around like a lost puppy, but it’s been the other way around.

You stop by his desk 20 times a day, asking if he’s hungry, or thirsty, or tired, etc… every meeting you steal the spot on his left, making sure your hand was right on his unless either of you needed to write something down. It was know an office wide thought that Spencer had more ‘man’ in him than was originally thought. He walked around like he was the shit, and you followed because you truly thought he was. It was almost hilarious how wrong they could’ve been. And though it’s never been brought to either of your attention, you’ve definitely noticed the change in dynamics around the office.

“alright, wheels up in 30.” Hotch sighed, as he stood from his seat.

You turned to Spencer waiting for him to stand before you followed. He reached out his hand for you, and you took it, allowing the assistance up.

At this point, watching the two of you Morgan couldn’t keep it in. He let out soft laugh, shaking his head as he packed up all of his paper into the file he was given. Everyone stopped to look at the man they were convinced had gone crazy. JJ had joined him with slight laughter, everyone now staring at the weird pair.

“I think they’ve finally snapped.” Garcia take a step back as if their crazy was contagious.

“No, no, it’s-” Morgan sighed, looking up at the two before shaking his head again. “It’s nothing.” He dismissed, standing from his seat.

“What?” You asked. The way he looked at the two of you, you could tell it was something about one of you… or both. And you were never one for being kept out of the loop. “Why’d you just look at us like that?” You questioned, crossing your arms and he shrugged.

“I just… I can’t grasp the dynamic you two have.” Derek shrugged, answering honestly and everyone relaxed.

They two were curious, even Hotch, but none of them actually said a word. Emily smiled as she realized Morgan finally cracked with curiosity, winning the bet she had made with Rossi between Morgan and Garcia. Your eyebrows furrowed as Reid tilted his head to the side.

“Our dynamic…?” Reid questioned.

“Yeah, the way you two work is just… odd.” Morgan continued. “Y/N is this bad ass in the field, she kicks down doors and make grown men cry, and you… are a human calculator.” He teased. “You would think

Y/N would be the one leading you around.”

“You think I couldn’t be the ‘dominate’ one in a relationship?” Reid asked, his voice so soft and innocent, almost answering his own question.

“No I think you’d couldn’t be the dominant one in a relationship with, Y/N.” Morgan replied, everyone watching closely.

“Patience baby” you hummed, teasing your slit with the tip of his cock. You watched his face twist with desperation, and pleasure, making a mental note of the scene as if it’s be the last time you’d see it.

“Please, I need it so bad, please” he begged, hands bound behind him by pretty green velvet ropes he picked out himself. He had a light layer of sweat building on his skin, cheeks red and pupils disliked to high hell. He was truly a sight for sore eyes, and you were loving every single second of it.

“I know, baby, but you’re just so fun to play with.” You brushed, a damp strand of hair away from his face, acknowledging your cruelty. “but since you’ve been such a good sport…” you smiled softly, lowering yourself on his cock. He whimpered a thank you, as you let out a moan going down.

“Spencer couldn’t even ask you out on a date, y/n.” Morgan brought up. It was a long time ago, and Spencer was so nervous he couldn’t even speak without fumbling over his words around you. Eventually everyone got fed up with the rambling and told you to catch the hint. Which you did, thankfully, you asked him out. “He couldn’t even look you in the eye for the first 4 months you came here.” He added. “You expect me to believe the same guy who forgot his own name the first time you met wears the pants in the relationship?”

This was obviously a serious topic for the agent. It had been eating at him for weeks. As much as he was joking, he was also seriously curious.

“I feel like it’s a mutual-” Spencer began.

“Bull.” Rossi interrupted from the corner.

“Neither one of us wears the pants… we each wear our… own… clothes…”

“He just said you’re name when you were clicking you’re pen and you stopped before he even finished.” JJ mentioned.

“I was being a little annoying.” You shrugged.

“How did you know he wanted you to stop clicking the pen.”

“If I didn’t know then I would say I shouldn’t be a professional FBI agent in the Behavioral Analysis Unit.” You responded. “Is this what you guys do in your free time? Question the dynamics of our relationships?” You asked and some nodded, others just stood in shame.

“I just find it hard to believe.” Morgan shrugged.

“Fuck Spence, your so fucking good.” You moaned, bouncing up and down as his head was thrown back, panting like he’d just run a 5k marathon. You were so close to your orgasm, it felt cruel to both of you to stop now… so you did. You lifted yourself completely off of him earning the brattiest whine you’ve ever heard come from the man.

“y/n.” He grumbled.

“I’m sorry baby, did I give you permission to cum?” You frowned playfully. “Don’t get an attitude now, sweet boy, we still have the whole night to play.” You hummed, pressing your lips against his neck over the reddening spots you created not too long ago.

“I can’t- I can’t for much longer, please let me cum.” He pleaded, his voice so helpless and tired you were so tempted to just untie him and let him fuck you however he wanted.

“You’re so spoiled, it’s sick.” He moaned. “I give you everything you could possibly want and you still want more…”

“I’m sorry, baby I just-”

“Am I not enough for you?”

“No you’re perfect, I love you.” He panted.

“Do I not satisfy you, Spence?”

“You do, fuck, you do.” He shuddered. “I’m sorry.”

“Would you rather some other woman be here right now… touching you like this?” You asked. His head shot up right, shaking violently, eyes foggy and glazed over with lust and desperation it might’ve been the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

“No, no, never that, just you, I just want you.” He tugged at the ropes, binding his wrists.

“I don’t think I believe you…” you teased, nails lightly raking down his bare chest.

“Let me make it up to you.” He begged, “let me make you feel good.”

“Hotch are you hearing this?” You turned to your dark haired boss who seemed wildly amused. “I’m pretty sure this is considering workplace harassment.” You joked, but he just shook his head.

“So if the two of you making out in front of my car every morning before clocking in.” He shrugged.

“Throughout all of this, you have never denied the fact that Spencer is the dominating presence in your relationship.” Garcia put out there, shutting her lips as you starred at her in betrayal. You looked back to Spencer who just seemed a bit underwhelmed and like he was expecting this to happen. And knowing him, he probably was.

“I’m just confused as to how that works…” Emily tilted her head. “Like in the bedroom do you-”

“Emily!” You groaned.

“Whaaat?” Her eyes rolled. “You don’t seem like the type to… go quietly.” She filtered her words. You looked back to Spencer who looked to you, ready to accept whatever you put out there.

Spencer didn’t mind the team knowing that were the one in the relationship who “wore the pants” It’s not like the weren’t thinking it anyways. Spencer held a certain professional status outside of his personal life and you respected that. Neither one of you brought your personal lives in you work, at least you tried not to. He would get teased for months, and hassled for questions about his sex life, but he wouldn’t mind. He knew you’d be there to curse them all out before any question got too personal.

“Does it matter?” You questioned.

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Very Much”

“We wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t”

“Yup”

They all spoke in unison.

“Y/N’s the pants.” Spencer spoke up. The all looked at him and you started in shock.

“I knew it!” Morgan slammed his file against the desk.

He moaned into your flesh, tongue darting in and out of your count as you utilized the headboard behind him. His hands gripped on tightly to your thighs, making sure he had no room to breath regular air. Just you and your scent, he wanted to suffocate in the likes of you. You moaned were loud and erratic.

“Oh my god, Spence, I’m gonna cum.” You whined, body thrashing against him, leaving forward as your hips rolled down, pushing yourself harsher up against his tongue. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, fuck I’m- fuck” you cried out, body vibrating as pleasure went ripping through you. Vision blurring for a quick moment, as yours body stiffened above him. He didn’t stop at the announcement, in fact he kept going. His lips wrapped around your clot causing you to cry out, not allowing you any chance for a breather. Whether it was to provide you with extra pleasure or find time to hid the fact that he came just from the simple pleasure of you riding his face.

“Spence I can’t m’too sensitive.” You pleaded but he didn’t stop, slurping and licking up all the juices you were leaking on to him. His chin covered in your slick, tongue coated in cum, he felt like he was in heaven. “Shit” you whined, finding the little strength in you to pulling yourself away from him, collapsing besides him on the bed.

“Did I do good?” He asked and you nodded.

“You did perfect, Baby, s’good.” You trembled slightly at the after shocks.

“I might have uhm…” he frowned for a moment and you shook you head.

“It’s fine baby, I know.” You nodded, “you did so good for me, you deserved it.” You hummed and he smiled once again. “But I want you to do one more thing for me okay?” You asked and he nodded.

There was a need for any questions. He was ready to do whatever you wanted for him.

“Fuck me.”

“Do you make him call you, Mistress?”

With all that hassle, and reading from previous years Spencer was certain he’d get the heat of all this. Fortunately for him, it was you taking the hit. As everyone did their own analysis on the case filed, everyone 5 minutes someone popped up with a new question.

“Morgan, what the hell?!” You scoffed, and he shrugged.

“It’s a serious question, and I need a serious answer.” He admitted. “As a profiler I could come up with mine own conclusions, but I like to get my information from the source.” He claimed.

“Do you role play?” Emily peaked her head over the chair. “You know, like bad cop and criminal, or teacher and student-”

“Does he call you mommy?”

“Shit” you cried, bawling up the sheets in your hand as you moaned out.

Spencer hand his hands on your hips, using them the fuck into you the way exact way he knew you like. This way brought the loudest noises out of you, and even made you squirt once or twice before. This was your favorite position, and the one you gave him all the power with whenever he fucked you.

“You’re so pretty” he commented out of breath, and so close to letting go once again.

He could tell you were already close. Cunt convulsing around him, squeezing him so tight as if you were begging for him to fill you up with his seed. Your legs were already beginning to tremble and you could feel yourself slipping into a blank mind. He was in total control now. You were just a babbling mess begging for him to get you where you needed to be.

“Please cum in me, please Spence, want it so bad.” You begged, back arching into his chest, as your eyes watered the closer you got to falling apart around him. “Want you to fill me up, please.”

“Yes ma’am.” He huffed out.

Even when he was in power, even when he had the upper hand, he still knew you were in charge. It was always you.

Just as he felt your body begin to stiffen and tremble, he thrusted one last time. He made sure to stuff himself as far into you as he humanly could before releasing his seed into your cunt. Warm white strings of seed painted you sensitive insides, leaving his mark in you, and making sure you felt it. He milked himself dry in your cunt before pulling out slow enough to make sure everything stayed inside. You’re body limp and fucked out of energy, along with his now laying right next to you.

“I’m filing a complaint to Strauss when we get back.” You joked, causing your friends to laugh.

“Seriously though, does he let you tie him up?”

#wattpad #aesthetic #spencer reid #criminal minds smut #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #derek morgan #sub!spencer #dom!reader #dr. spencer reid

[spencerreidscoffeecup]

can i request a sort of part 2 to “inexperienced” where spencer gives reader head for the first time pls

Semi-Experienced (pt 2 to 'inexperienced') (sub!spencer blurb)

Summary: Spencer gives reader oral for the first

CW: oral sex (female recieving), innocent Spencer, sub!spencer, soft!dom!reader, kissing/making out lol, face-sitting, virgin!spencer, overstimulation (reader), coming in pants

An: Hello! i may do a part three where spence loses his virginity so lmk if you would like to see that! Thank you so so much for your request!! i hope you enjoy! <3

AN2: and yes, i didn’t check for errors because i am being super lazy rn lol. i promise i will start to check for them soon <3

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Reader's POV:

It started out just like before; me, straddling Spencer's thigh, our mouths melded together and tongues massaging around and against each other. Spencer whimpering and whining and rutting his hips up to meet mine as I hummed in pleasure against his lips. 

His hands danced so fervently across my body, that it almost seemed like he had down five energy drinks before I made it to his dormroom. 

I pulled away, and he whimpered, trying to chase after my lips. I giggled, giving him a soft peck before asking, “Are you okay, baby?”

Spencer pressed his head to my chest, peppering light kisses as I combed my fingers through his hair. 

“Yes, of course!” he squeaked, and I narrowed my eyes at the wall in front of me, pulling him up by his hair. He gasped lightly, pulling me impossibly closer to him by my waist. 

“Spencer,” My voice was a soft warning, and his eyes averted from mine--his fingers drawing small patterns on my back. 

“Look at me.” 

I cupped his chin and pulled his face up to force him to look at me in the eyes. 

He turned a bright shade of red, swallowing thickly. “I-I want.. I want to-- Uhm-” 

I looked at him expectantly, giving him a light kiss on the lips as a sign of encouragment. 

“What do you want, baby?” I asked softly, combing my fingers through his hair. 

“I just--I was w-wonderig if you would, uhm--IfIcouldmakeyoucome?” 

He rushed the last sentence out in a flurry, his chest heaving slightly. 

I smiled softly, not wanting to make him more nervous by asking him to repeat his question at a slower pace. 

I loved when he rambled..but I knew how intimidating this sort of thing could be. So, I leaned forward and kissed him slowly, running my fingers up and down the small expanse of the nape of his neck. 

“You want to make me come?” I kissed him again, and he nodded, placing his hands on either side of my face. He peppered my lips with small and soft kisses, then slow and sensual ones.

“O-Only if you want to. Just--I keep thinking about the night when y-you--uhm--made me feel good and I can’t stop thinking about making you feel good and now evertime I look at you I think of how you m-might taste.” 

I felt my face get warm at his admittance and Spencer sort of blushed along with me.

Still, I held his face in my hands. “You know you don’t owe me for anything, right? I wanted to.. please you the other night. You don’t need to do this if you don’t want--” 

“Ireallyreallywanna!” he interrupted, clearing his throat before muttering a quick sorry at interrupting. 

I giggled, kissing him softly. 

“Can--can I? Uhm-- y’know?” Spencer whispered, pulling away slightly. 

“Yes,” I breathed, pulling him back in for a plethora of soft, slow, and passionate kisses. 

“Uhm,” I kissed his lips, “Can I try something?” I kissed him again, nodding. 

Spencer laid down and pulled me ontop of him, hesitantly placing his hands on my ass and urging me to crawl up his body. 

My breath hitched as I realized that he wanted me to sit on his face. 

“Spence--are you sure you want me to-?” 

I was worried I would suffocate the poor boy.

“Please, Y/n. I want you to sit on my face--I-I’ve been thinking about it for forever,” He whined, but quickly followed up with, “But if you aren’t comfortable with it we can always do something else!” 

“Spence, I do..Believe me, I really do I just don’t want you to like--stop breathing,” I joked, but Spencer only whined, holding me by my hips. 

“I don’t care if I stop breathing,” he huffed, his fingers digging into the soft skin of my thighs. “That’d be the best way to die.”

I giggled, but the sound soon turned into a soft moan as he rubbed at my clothed clit.

Thankfully, I was already stripped down to my cotton panties. 

“Th-thank you for letting me do this! I’ve been thinking about this for so long, Y/n. So long,” he whimpered, dragging his thumb up my wet cunt through my underwear. 

I whined, grinding myself against his palm as he moaned. 

“Please, baby.” I whined, and that beg must’ve flipped a switch in Spencer’s brain as he tugged my panties to the side, gasping at how slick I was. 

“G-God, you--you’re so, uhm, lubricated.” he sputtered, his eyes wide and a blush rising to his cheeks. 

I laughed softly at his word choice as I looked down at him, taking his glasses off of his face as to not break them. 

I set them on the side of the bed, almost collapsing when Spencer seperated my folds with his fingers, craning his neck up a bit to nip at my clit and give it a soft kiss. 

“Spence, please,”

Spencer looked up at me again for reassurance, his eyes so dark and full of lust that I almost came just from that alone. 

He used his hands to grapple onto my ass as a means to push me onto his face, and I bit my bottom lip down to keep from screaming. 

Spencer licked up my pussy, humming in content and digging his fingers into my skin. 

He pushed me down as incredibly close until my cunt was pushed against his soft lips, Spencer’s tongue working circles around my clit and laying sloppy kisses everywhere else. 

The lewd, wet sounds that reverberated through the room made butterflies erupt in my belly as I moaned, curses flying from my lips as I held onto the headboard in front of me. 

He worked me to my finishing point, and I came with a shudder and a shout, grinding my hips on his face. 

When I went to pull away, he whined against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout my body.

He kept eating me out, his arms wrapping around my waist as he held me closer to his face. 

I whined with slight overstimulation, his tongue thrusting in and out of me as he moaned against me, his eyes closed in pure enjoyment. 

A crackly moan left my lips as I came again, tugging on his soft hair, riding out my orgasm. 

He lapped up my release with no hesitancy, moaning and whimpering against me. 

Not once did he stop, still holding tightly onto my thighs as I moaned, trying my best not to fall forward on his headboard as my eyes rolled back in my head.

His tongue never stopped against me, and he ate me out with so much power I was sure that I would be falling asleep quickly that night. 

“Sp-Spence!” I whined, falling back on the bed.

Spencer moved down to where I was lying on the bed, pulled my legs apart (I offered no reluctancy) and attached his lips to my cunt. I squeezed my thighs around his head as I came again, my fingers tugging and combing through his hair. 

He ran his tumb against my clit again, his other hand cupping the back of my thigh.

My pussy was still throbbing, and everything felt so so good. 

The sight of him with his hair messy, his cheeks red and his lips kiss-bruised made me want to ride his face again, but I was far too tired to hold myself up. 

Spencer sat up, my release and his spit glazed on his lips and chin.

I tried to calm my breathing, and Spencer began to apologize profusely. 

“I-I didn’t mean to--I’m so sorry, Y/n.” 

He looked as though he might cry, and I immediately reassured him with solace. 

“Spence, it’s okay,” I said softly, kissing him. “I loved it! You did such a good job, love.” 

Spencer looked at me through anxious eyes, and I kissed his forehead. 

“I did good?” he whispered, clinging onto my body as he peppered light kisses on my skin.

“You did amazing.” 

Spencer blushed, looking up at me and nuzzling into the palm of my hand. 

“Can I do it again?” he asked, and I laughed, kissing his nose and urging his mouth back down to my pussy. 

He ate me out for another 40 minutes before falling asleep against my inner thigh, his lips still stuck in a sort of pout as he lazily kissed my skin.

#subspencer #sub!spencer #sub!spencerreid #subspencerreid #criminalminds #criminalmindsfanfic #wattpad #fanfiction #drspencerreid #spencerreidxreader #spencerreidxreadersmut

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

CW: kissing, hickey-giving, fluff! :3

AN: hey guys! I hope you enjoy! I got this idea from @subspencer on Tumblr! Go follow them! <3

Word Count: 741

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Reader’s POV:

I’m not sure why everyone told me that dating Spencer Reid would be difficult.

He was like everyone else–besides the fact he was a 24-year-old genius in the FBI.

Some of our mutual friends had told me that he had trouble with certain social cues, and was more literal than the average person. But to be quite honest, that’s what made me fall in love with him.

How real and magnificent he was.

That’s why when I was feeling a little bit more sappy about how absolutely in love I was with my boyfriend, I couldn’t help but show it.

Spencer never had a prediliction for touch, and I had always respected that when we first started dating. However, he was crazy about my touch–which only made the adoration I had for him grow expeditiously.

So, as we were cuddled up on the couch watching one of Spencer’s Russian movies (thankfully one he had already seen), I climbed onto his lap and combed my fingers through his hair.

“Hi.” I smiled, kissing him softly on the lips. His left hand flew to my back, his right on my hip.

“H-Hi-Hello- what are you doing?” Spencer stammered, yet he pulled me closer to his body.

I giggled, shrugging. “I just wanna kiss you is all.”

Our lips joined together and met in a soft frenzy that made my stomach bubble with butterflies, Spencer’s touch lighting my skin aflame.

I kissed his jaw and sucked lightly on the tender skin of his neck, small whimpers falling from his throat as he leaned his head on the back of the couch.

My fingers quickly began to work with unbuttoning his shirt so I could get more of a landscape to litter some more kisses on his warm tissue.

“Is-Is it my birthday or something?” he joked through my soft pecks on his lips.

“No,” I laughed, straddling his thighs. “I just love you sooo much!” I quipped, kissing his lips lightly. His face burned into a soft red that made my fingertips tingle as I finished undressing his upper-body.

“W-well, I, uh,” he chuckled lightly, then gulped as my lips attached to his neck once more. “I-I love you s-so much as well.”

I pulled away from him and pushed his chest further down on the couch so he could lie horizontally.

I straddled his thighs again and smiled against him as his chest, neck, and face turned red. Laying small and soft kisses on his skin and sucking occasionally, Spencer’s hands ran up and down my back, his cold watch pressed against my spine as he tilted his head back to give me more access.

I kissed further down his chest, all the way to his belly. His tummy tensed up the farther I went down; the movie in the background completely ignored as he whimpered softly.

“Y-Y/n, I-ahh- th-thank you!” he squeaked, his voice scratchy in his throat.

I couldn’t help but giggle at his appreciation.

I kissed him everywhere; from his face to the hemline of where his slacks began.

I could see how flustered he was getting as he squeezed my waist with his hands, whispering small thank you’s and I love you’s.

I peppered kisses and suck small hickeys on his lower abdomen as he places his hand on the top of my head to run his fingers through my hair.

His breathing is staggered and his words are incoherent as he buries his head into the pillow next to him.

I must have reached his sweet spot as his hips rutted up to meet mine, his hands scattered everywhere on my body.

I pull his slacks down a bit, kissing the soft curve of his v-line. “O-oh? oh are you?– oh– t-that’s nice.”

I giggle and recenter my hips on his, sensually slipping my tongue in his mouth to part his lips as he hums in pleasure.

Our lips never break apart as he sits up on the arm rest of the couch and holds my face with his hands, his thumb swiping over my cheekbone.

We do that for what feels like forever, but we cannot get enough of one another.

We kiss ourselves to sleep, my head lying on Spencer’s chest, our minds at rest.

Spencer, like everyone, has his quirks, but at the end of the day, I know he just wants love like everyone else.

He just wants to love and to be loved on.

It’s simple, really.

——–

#spencerreidxreader #sub!spencerreid #criminalminds #fanfic

[donald4spiderman]

Spencer Reid’s barely-there mustache in seasons 1-4 is very personal to me.

episode 2x10, lessons learned

#spencer reid angst #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #sub!spencer #criminal minds fanfiction #dr reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid gif #spencerreid hot

[etherialdeity]

Okay but Imagine meeting sub Spencer in the club just to find out he's dom Spencer when you bring him to your apartment 🥵

#spencer reid #mgg #spencerreid #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler #matthewgraygubler #dom!spencer #sub!spencer #spencer x reader #spencer x you #matthew gubler #gublerland #gublernation #gublergram #daddy gubler #mggedit

[downondilaudid]

Harmless Flirting

Reader gets jealous when a coworker gets a little too touchy with Spencer. Reader takes it into her own hands to show him who he belongs to.

Requested: Yes

Prompts: None

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Smut, and SLIGHT angst. Bear with me this is my first time writing Sub!Spencer

“You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.”

― Margaret Atwood

The sight of Samantha hanging all over Spencer made your stomach burn with jealousy, like the shiny new wedding band on his left hand wasn't obvious enough. Usually, you wouldn’t be so bothered by another female flirting with Spencer, he was a smart boy, and would politely decline their advances. But this time was different, he allowed her advances, and subtle touches to his bicep while delivering coffee. Samantha was a newly hired intern, she wasn’t exactly fit for the job, but her father was chief of the department, and that speaks for itself. 

You would be lying if you said Samantha wasn’t pretty, in fact, she was almost gorgeous. It wasn’t her beauty that intimidated you, it was the fact that Spencer allowed her flirting, whether he didn’t notice, or was trying to be professional. It was absolutely infuriating.

Your eyes followed Samantha as she held a paper cup full of warm coffee, prancing her way into the room where the BAU had set up. You worked for the SVU, a career choice Spencer had pushed you to try. He thought your compassion and motivation to help others would be perfect for the job, and as always, he was right. You loved your job, it allowed you to make a difference in the world, even if it was one family at a time. Rarely did your job overlap with Spencer’s, but, when it did, the both you swore to keep things professional. 

Granted, it was hard to be professional watching Samantha lean over the table, practically suffocating Spencer with her breasts. You scoffed, crossing your arms and shifting your weight uncomfortably. You weren’t going to say anything, there were more important things to worry about, like the string of missing little girls, who turned up a day or so later, their bodies mangled and burned. 

Samantha set the coffee down on the table, you assumed she had gotten it for Spencer. On the bright side, he was definitely uncomfortable, he pressed his back far into the chair, putting as much space as possible between him and Samantha. Spencer continued to work, his eyes vigorously scanning a hot pink diary of one of the victims. 

Despite how visibly unavailable he was, Samantha continued to lean over the table, trying her hardest to gain Spencer’s attention. Spencer finally responded, saying something you couldn’t understand from your distance. Samantha giggled, smacking her hand against the table in a fit of laughter. Spencer yelped as the coffee Samantha had brought him tipped over into his lap. Samantha’s eyes went wide, rushing around the room to grab some tissues, then running back and very inappropriately patting his lap.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even looking, this is totally my fault.” She said, hands still pressing against his thighs. 

Spencer attempted to stand up, only to be pushed back down by Samantha, “Y-you don’t need to do that, it’s f-fine, s-seriously.” He croaked, his hands feebly trying to push Samantha away. 

If you weren’t pissed five minutes ago, you were totally pissed now. You stomped into the room, your heels clicking against the floor. Your hand wrapped around Samantha’s arm tugging her off of Spencer, “you’ve done enough, Samantha, don’t make it worse.” You spat, releasing her arm and narrowing your eyes at her. 

Spencer stood, his hands wiping his slacks, “it’s fine, Y/N, really.” 

“No it’s not! I totally spilled hot coffee all over you like an idiot!” Samantha cried, attempting to move forward to help dry Spencer off again.

“Samantha, you’re not even supposed to be working today. What the hell are you doing?” You snapped. Usually you were never this rude to Samantha, she was a sweet girl, but right now, she was testing you. She was practically giving Spencer a handjob when he was obviously uncomfortable and married!

Her head turned to you, eyes widened like a deer in the headlights. “Um, well, I-I thought you guys could use some help.” 

You sighed, trying to hold back your obvious anger, “We’ll call you if we need you, for now just go home, okay?” You softened your voice, trying to sympathize with the embarrassed girl. 

She nodded her head, rushing out of the room to grab her things. 

“It was just coffee, Y/N, it’s not that big of a deal.” Spencer defended, taking the tissues Samantha was using and attempting to pat himself dry. 

You scoffed, an incredulous look dawning your face, “you’re fucking kidding right?”

Spencer huffed, tossing the dirty tissues onto the table, “we're on a case Y/N, be professional.”

“Professional, you’re telling me to be professional? That bitch had her hands all over your dick!” You yelled, quickly covering your mouth. He was right, this argument could wait, those little girls were depending on you. 

The case ended that night, even with your head clouded by anger, you were able to figure it out. 

You and Spencer had driven separate cars, and fortunately, you arrived home first. Immediately, you set your plan into action, stripping your clothes off and taking a quick shower. As soon as you dried off, you began blow-drying your hair. 

Spencer needed to be put in his place, he needed a reminder of who he belonged to, and you knew exactly how to do that. You searched through your bottom drawer where you kept your lingerie, yes, you had your own drawer for that. Honestly, might as well have a separate closet for it, Spencer loved it when you wore lingerie. 

This is why you stood in front of your wooden full-length mirror, glancing over your appearance, adorned in a black lace falbala. Accented by multiple golden rings on your fingers, one of which included your wedding ring. 

Right as you finished admiring yourself, the faint sound of a door closing rang through the house. A sly smile curled your lips as you exited your bedroom, quietly making your way down the hall. 

You rounded the corner, met with the sight of a pant less Spencer, his dress shirt unbuttoned. He probably shed his coffee-stained pants the minute he walked through the door since there was no time to change during the case, he was forced to wear them for the rest of the day. He hadn’t noticed you yet, busying himself by popping a k-cup into the Keurig. 

“You’re home” you commented, making your presence in the room known. 

His head snapped up, his eyes widening at your appearance, “woah, y-you look good.” 

You let out a velvety laugh, walking around the kitchen bar and to where he was standing. “You really pissed me off today.” Spencer groaned turning to you with an annoyed look, “Y/N, you’re overreacting, it was just harmless flirting.” 

Rage bubbled through your veins, that bitch was all over him. She literally patted his dick, his dick! Did he not see anything wrong with that? “It was not harmless flirting, Spencer, she was practically hopping on your dick!”

“She was not… a-actually it’s relatively impossible for a woman to be able to literally jump onto a man’s p-woah” He was cut off from his unnecessary explanation by your hand on his chest, pushing him back, pinning his body between your own and the cool granite counter. 

Warmth spread to your core as his teeth dug down into his bottom lip. “You’re very mouthy tonight, baby” you mumbled as you laid soft kisses to his neck. 

Spencer let out a slight whimper as you nipped lightly at his collarbone. Your hands ran up his chest, pushing the sleeves of his dress shirt down his arms and to the floor. You pulled away, your eyes bearing into his, lips parting with a low moan as you ran your thumb over his bottom lip. “You have such pretty lips” your thoughts wandered as you stared at him, a light chuckle rumbling in your chest as you spoke, “you really are a pretty boy.” 

Your thumb pushed past Spencer’s lips, his eyes widening at the intrusion, but his mouth eagerly sucking on it, allowing his tongue to swirl around it. “Hmm… your lips would look a lot better wrapped around something else. Get on your knees.” Your voice was strong and as smooth as silk. 

Spencer was relatively quiet when he was in a submissive mood, as opposed to when he was dominant he was rather loud. You didn’t mind it, but sometimes, you needed to hear him, it was your reassurance that he wanted this, that he wanted you. 

He fell to his knees, his head perfectly aligned with your center. “Not much to say now, baby?” You ran the tips of your fingertips over his bare shoulder, watching as goosebumps appeared on his skin. You ran them up the side of his neck, sneaking around to the back of his head to tug sharply at his roots.

He yelped, his hands shooting up to rest against your thighs to steady himself. “Use your words, pretty boy.” 

“Yes” he groaned as you tightened your grip in his hair, and his brows furrowed slightly. You hummed in approval, releasing your hold on his hair, causing his head to fall forward, and his chest to heave with an unreleased breath. You presented your left hand to his face, your perfectly manicured nails shimmering in the faint kitchen light. “I think you know what to do, sweetheart.” 

Spencer moved his head forward placing a light kiss to your wedding ring, then moving to pull back. Immediately your hand met the back of his head, immobilizing him. “Ah, ah, you’re not done yet.” You taunted, a smirk on your face. There was nothing better than seeing your man on his knees in front of you. 

His lips found your ring once more, this time, wrapping around the sizeable diamond that perched on top of the band. You watched as his cheeks hollowed, lightly sucking on the jewel. “Good boy,” you praised, pushing some of his chocolate curls out of his face.

“That’s enough” you stated, pulling your hand away from his face. “I want your mouth somewhere else.” You pulled up the frilled fabric of the lingerie with one hand, using the other to slide the little black panties down your legs. 

Spencer’s tongue darted out, running over his bottom lip, “please” his voice was soft and low as he begged. 

You chuckled before lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, your hand braced against the counter to steady yourself. “Go ahead, baby.”

Immediately Spencer brought his head forward, his tongue flicking out to kitten lick at your clit. A light groan left your mouth, “fuck, there you go.” Your encouragement seemed to inspire Spencer as his delicate licks switched to sweet suckling as he wrapped his lips around you. Your eyes fluttered shut, it was so easy for you to get lost in the pleasure. It was no secret Spencer had amazing lips, but they were even better working hard against your cunt. 

“Shit” you cried out, Spencer’s tongue swirled around, his darkened eyes staring up at you. Your hips rocked lightly into his face, your body craving the sweet bliss of an orgasm. The tension in your stomach began to build, Spencer sensed this, his cheeks hollowing more as he sucked harder, the tip of his tongue running over your clit. 

Every muscle in your body seemed to tense as your orgasm overtook you, a loud moan of Spencer’s name leaving your mouth. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and your chest heaved for air. Nothing on earth could compare to the feeling of coming undone on Spencer’s tongue, you almost liked it more than his cock, almost. 

Spencer pulled back as your eyes fluttered open, greeted with the sight of him on his knees, his chin slick with your arousal. “God, you’re so good with your mouth” you stated, causing the both of you to let out a laugh. 

“M’kay lay down,” you said, motioning to the cold kitchen tile. 

His eyes rounded and a red flush covered his face, “what? O-on the kitchen floor?” He stumbled over his words, clearly surprised at your demand. 

Your soft demeanor vanished at his question, your voice hardening with authority, “did I stutter?” 

He shook his head, quickly moving from his position on his knees to laying flat on his back, hissing as the cool tile sent goosebumps down his body. “Such an obedient boy” you grinned, falling to your knees as gracefully as you could. 

“Let’s get these off” your hands wrapped around the hem of his underwear, nails scratching lightly against his skin as you pulled them down. His cock sprung free, the head slick with precum. 

He let out a strangled moan as you wrapped your hand around his cock, your thumb running lightly over the head. “Y/N” he groaned, squirming lightly in your touch. 

But you didn’t want to give him what he wanted just yet, you wanted to hear him beg for you. “How bad do you want it, Spence? How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“Please, please, Y/N?” He begged, his brows furrowing as he whined when your warm hand left his cock. 

“Who do you belong to, baby?” You asked, moving to straddle his waist. 

A gasp left his mouth, and you almost gave in at the mere sight of him. His body covered in a layer of sweat, hair tousled, and his lips red and swollen. Instead you began lightly grinding into him, your arms outstretched, braced on either side of his head. 

His hips bucked greedily to meet yours, before muttering out “yours, I’m yours Y/N!” 

Your response came in the form of a sudden jerk as you allowed yourself to sink down onto his cock, the both of you groaning in the process. Your hips set a frantic pace, knowing neither of you would last long. “That’s right” you moaned, leaning forward slightly to work your hips faster. “You’re mine, mine only.” 

Spencer’s head lifted from the tile, his neck straining to watch his cock disappear into your cunt. Your hand met his neck, pushing his head lightly back onto the tile. You leaned in closer, your hot breath fanning over his face, “you want me to kiss you?”

He moaned, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. At that moment you wished you could take a picture so you could freeze the image in time. Spencer was so fucking beautiful, especially when he was a moaning mess under you. “Y-yes” he stuttered, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

You granted him his wish, your lips finally meeting. He was close, you could feel it, as were you. You couldn’t wait to see him unravel under you. The two of you swallowed each other's moans, both of you chasing your orgasms like animals. You pulled back to speak before capturing his lips again, “cum, cum for me. Samantha couldn’t make you feel this good, could she?”

It was the last words you were able to force out before you were thrown headfirst into your orgasm, trembling on top of Spencer. The feeling of your walls tightening and releasing around him sent Spencer into his own orgasm, groaning into your mouth. 

Spencer had a point, it was harmless flirting, only because you knew Spencer only had eyes for you. But you would never pass up an opportunity to ride Spencer like there was no tomorrow. 

You pulled off Spencer, and instead of crawling off of his waist you laid down, resting your head against his chest. His heart was still pounding rapidly, and yours was too, both of you still recovering. 

“Sorry” you giggled, the realization hitting you that you had just ridden Spencer on the gross kitchen floor. 

He laughed, the vibrations rumbling through his chest, “yeah, maybe next time we should try and make it to the bed.” His hands ran up and down your back, lazily playing with the lace of your lingerie, “I’m sorry about Samantha, I-I should’ve said something to her.” 

You nuzzled your face in his neck, enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours. “It’s not your fault she’s stupid.”

“There’s nothing to be jealous about, baby. I only love you.” He laughed.

A lovesick smile made its way to your face as you spoke, “and I you. But you can’t deny, you love it when I’m jealous!”

Spencer pushed off his arms, into a sitting position, taking you with him. “Only because I love it when you get all egotistical and dominant.”

You scoffed playfully, pulling your head back to glare at him. “Excuse me, sir? Egotistical?”

“Okay, we’ll use the word confident instead.” Spencer corrected his lovesick smile reflecting your own.

“You want to take a shower then crash on the couch and watch Doctor Who? I’ve been aching to watch the god complex again.” You offered, stretching out your muscles before either of you moved. 

Spencer chuckled, tilting his head up to peck your lips, “sounds perfect.” 

#criminal minds #criminal minds smut #criminalminds #spencer reid #spencerreid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #matthew gray gubler #mgg #sub!spencer reid

[qslovebot]

“Stop causing fights in the fandom!”

SPENCER REID IS A SUB. I SAID WHAT I SAID.

#I’m not actually fighting with anyone this was just a joke because this is such a controversy #I still believe that he is a sub #it’s fine if you don’t think he’s a sub #criminal minds #spencerreid

[fiftyshadesof-h]

I just wanna paint Spence’s nails a pretty color that he likes🥺

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencerreid #I am very much in love with baby spence #sub spencer reid

[golden1u5t]

HI!!!!!! Could you pretty please do something with fem!reader doing Spencer so good he passes out, even if it’s only a little?? Thank you so much *mwah*

this post is 18+

“Oh god-“ You moaned loudly as you rode your orgasm out on Spencer’s cock, hands on his chest with your head tossed back. Spencer groaned right along with you as he filled your cunt with his spent for the third time that night. You panted as you started to come down, only then realizing that Spencer had fallen silent and his hands were no longer digging into your things.

You look down at Spencer from your position above him, a confused look on your face as you realized his eyes were closed. You pulled off of him thinking that he’d just fallen asleep pretty quickly. When you fell down on the bed beside him his eyes opened with a gasp. You quickly sat up and looked at him, realizing that he didn’t go to sleep, he passed out.

“Oh god, Spence.” You put your hand on his cheek, your eyes were wide and your eyebrows were furrowed with worry. Spencer’s eyes closed again, too heavy to keep open, and you almost started to worry again until he started to smile.

“Why are you smiling? You just passed out, Spencer!” You frowned at him, moving to put a bunch of pillows under his head so he could drink some water.

“That was good, when can we go again?” His eyes blinked open to look at you. You shook your head and stared at him in disbelief, starting to laugh a bit.

“What to do with you?”

#criminal minds #spencer reid #incorrect criminal minds quotes #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #sub!spencer #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid smut #sub spencer reid smut #sub spencer reid #sub!spencerreid #spencer reid x fem!reader smut #fem!reader #spencer reid fic #criminal minds fic #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid imagine #dr spencer reid

[notanotherreidgirl]

ok so imagine that u and virgin!baby boy Reid are roommates (you share an apartment and ur rooms are right next to eachother) and he can always hear u moan every night that you play with yourself, but he feels to guilty to do anything about his little ‘problem’. and suddenly one night he’s like super horny and jerks off, not knowing that you’re awake and can hear everything. you try to drown him out until you hear him moan your name, so you go to his room and slowly open the door so he doesn’t hear you and when he feels you on the bed he’s super apologetic but you’re like “it’s okay baby boy😏” and he’s like “please mommy let me make you feel good🥺” and even though its his first time hes so good and when you let him fuck you hes so whiny and needy 😩😩😩😩

We Shouldn't

Warnings: loss of virginity, masturbating, handjob, oral sex (male receiving), perv!spence, sub!spence, mommy kink, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1444

A/N: I embellished a bit - apologies

Spencer made life or death decisions nearly every day. He had to carefully craft his words when talking down unsubs and be able to assess dangerous situations in seconds to decide whether or not to shoot someone but now, when faced with a relatively simple choice, he was completely stumped. He had been rooted to the spot for nearly 20 minutes, unable to process the sight before him.

In his defense, Spencer had very little experience with women’s underwear and certainly no experience with something like the lacy little number you had left in the dryer. At this point, he had spent so much time staring at you that he knew without a doubt that they were yours. He also knew that he most definitely should not be picking them up right now or putting them in his pocket or running out of the laundry room and back to his apartment without putting his clothes to dry. And he most definitely should not be stashing your panties in his bedside table. But, alas, should not is not the same as did not.

For example, he should not watch you from his window when you went off on your morning run clad in running shorts and a tank top. He also should not linger behind you in the stairwell, eyes glued to your ass as you bounded up the stairs. And he certainly should not listen to you get yourself off at night but he did, even going as far as to take down his framed map and press his ear up against the wall. Spencer’s only saving grace was that thus far he had managed not to touch himself thinking of you, the overwhelming guilt forcing him to take a cold shower instead. But tonight was different. Tonight the panties in his bedside table were beckoning him as he ate leftover takeout, calling his name as leafed through books he’d already memorized, burning a hole through the wooden drawer as he slipped under the covers and listened for you on the other side of the wall.

There’s no harm in just holding them, he reasoned. The next thing he knew the panties were out of the drawer and in his hand and his pants had somehow slipped to mid-thigh in the process. This could be fine. I’ll find a way to give them back tomorrow and no one will know.

And maybe, just maybe, if Spencer was a man of more restraint he would’ve gotten away with it but he was not. He could hear you getting ready for bed, singing quietly to yourself. It was oddly intoxicating to know that you were going about your business, completely unaware of him and convinced that you were operating within the privacy of your own home.

Except you weren’t ignorant of your next door neighbor. Thin walls worked both ways and you could hear his soft moans reverberating into your own bedroom. You sang a little louder to drown him out, guilt eclipsing your excitement. You had often wondered about the young doctor next door - always coming and going at odd hours, never meeting your eyes or bringing anyone back to his for the night. He was so nervous around you, it made you wonder if he’d ever been with a woman but you shook the thought from your head. I should not be thinking about my neighbor’s sex life or lack thereof.

Just as you resolved to go in the kitchen and leave him in peace you heard it. It was unmistakable. You stilled listening intently, half-convinced your imagination was playing tricks on you as it often did. But there it was again clear as day. “Fuck, Y/N”

You were an overthinker, always going over your options rationally and hardly ever comfortable with making spur of the moment decisions. But you were out of your apartment in seconds, using the spare key he had nervously entrusted you with weeks ago to slip into his place. A little voice in your head tried in vain to talk sense into you. You should not be breaking into an FBI agent’s apartment.

If only should not was the same as did not.

He had his back to you and you took the opportunity to perch yourself on the edge of his bed, the shift in the mattress finally alerting him to your presence. He whirled around in alarm and instinctively tried to hide himself and the stolen underwear, already soaked in precum and wrapped around his erection. You tilted your head slightly, trying your best to hide a smirk. “I thought I heard you calling for me”

“I-no-I can explain,” he flushed a deep scarlet, his futile attempts to conceal his predicament were only making it worse and there was no way he could come up with a plausible explanation with your eyes on him. The panic rising in his chest swelled - the feeling that he had ruined everything starting to trigger an overwhelming urge to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”

You softened your gaze, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his thigh. “It’s ok, baby boy”

Just then, something changed. A switch flipped, a light came on, a natural dynamic fell into place. Very gently you took his hand, forcing him to uncover himself.

“Wouldn’t you rather the real thing?” With that you trailed his hand up your thigh and to your soaked core, letting him skim his fingers over the wetness between your legs and take in the notable lack of panties.

“I-uh-yes, but-” he stopped for a moment, searching deep within himself for a shred of courage before blurting out the rest. “I’m a virgin”

Much to his surprise, you didn’t even bat an eye, instead, you sunk down on your knees and ran your hands up his thighs. “Well then, we’d better make this extra special”

You replaced his hands, taking hold of his cock over the panties and setting in with a deliberate pace before running your tongue over his balls. You toyed with the soft flesh until you felt his thighs tremble and the whimpers he had been trying to suppress spilled from his lips. Once you were certain he had abandoned any sense of restraint you started to suck on his balls, relentlessly pulling him into your mouth and teasing him with your tongue. At this point he was incomprehensible, any words he might have said being carried away by the sobs working their way up his throat and the tears streaming down his face. Just when you were sure he’d come you retreated, pressing sloppy kisses down his thighs and removing your hands from his cock.

He whined. “Please, Mommy. Let me make you feel good.”

You pushed yourself up and into his lap, taking your shirt off in the process and cradling his face in your hands. “You think you can make Mommy come?”

He nodded into your chest, capturing a nipple into his mouth and instinctively sucking on it. You guided his hands to your waist and you lined yourself up with his tip, slowly sinking down and adjusting to his size. He gripped your waist tightly, willing himself not to come as he watched himself disappear into you. “All right then, let’s see if you can be a good boy.”

Spencer sprang into action, taking hold and bouncing you on his cock as he rutted into you. Simultaneously he continued to latch onto your breasts, littering your chest with marks. You dug your nails into his shoulders, feeling the tide of your release start to sweep you away. “Yes, just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me. So fucking good. My good boy.”

Just before you reached your peak, you threaded a hand in Spencer's hair and pulled him up to look at you. Those big brown eyes stared up at you, pupils dilated and vision hazy with lust. “I want you to come with me, baby. Right now.”

It was like nothing you had ever felt before, pure euphoria coursing through your veins and only amplifying when Spencer flooded you with his warm release. He gave a few more shallow thrusts, whimpering from the overstimulation before the two of you collapsed back onto the bed. You shifted slightly so you could hold him in your arms without separating, brushing his hair back behind his ear as he buried his face into your neck, now overcome with embarrassment over his actions. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I shouldn’t have taken your panties”

You tightened your embrace and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s ok, darling. I’m glad you did.”

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Spencer is changing in the bathroom to go to work, when you appear from behind of him giving him a hug and kisses, your hands begin to go down to his dick, he just looks at you in the mirror while you star to get him off and say 'I want you to remember me while you're with your students'

AAAAAAAHHHHH

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Friendly Students: 506 words

cw: handjob, jealousy, sub spencer, domme reader

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It started when you noticed something while helping Spencer grade his papers. A little note in a girl's handwriting at the edge of her paper. It must have been mindless, the girl not understanding the weight of the message or that Professor Spencer Reid has a girlfriend.

Still, she read, out loud, the words in a red heart, "Mrs. Dr. Spencer Reid." Spencer's head turned at the sound of your voice, noticing the paper in your hand before reaching for it.

"What? Let me see that?" He sounded genuinely confused as he spoke and looked shocked when he saw the red ink at the edge of the paper. Y/N only smiled as she looked at her boyfriend's dumbfounded expression.

"Who is she?" She asked, her voice coated in honey as Spencer looked at her almost provoked face, fear in his voice as he spoke. "Are you mad?"

"God, Spencer, I'm not mad! I know you'd never act towards her feelings." His demeanor cooled down as yours did. "Cathy's just a student of mine who just," He waved his hand before she got out of her seat.

"She just what?"

"She just has a crush on me. I think a few girls do."

She leaned back at the sound of a few girls. She knew Spencer would never cheat on her, the mere thought of it sounded impossible to her, but the fact there were multiple girls with crushes on him made her ick slightly.

He got back to grading his papers quickly, almost scared of the situation, or he really needed to get his work done. Either way, Y/N sat back down and continued to help him.

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The following day came, and Spencer wasn't in bed when she rolled over. She was used to this as she figured he was called onto a case. But then she heard the water running in the bathroom and got up to investigate.

Spencer was brushing his teeth when she passed the doorway, and he finished when she came up behind him. "Hey, I hope I didn't wake you. I woke up early- what's going on?"

She had put her arms around his waist when he stopped talking. Then she put her head in his back, taking in his scent and pulling up one of her hands to play with his hair.

He leaned into the hug behind him, smiling in the mirror looking at her before her hands started to travel. He was still in his boxers, his head turning down as Y/N began toying with the waistband of them.

He didn't speak, just stared at her through the mirror in silence before he let out a small yelp when she squeezed the base of his cock.

"Oh!"

She smiled behind him, beginning to jerk him off as she watched the cute faces he made in front of her. He closed his eyes when she went faster, pulling his body harder as he got more excited.

"I want you to remember me while you're with your students," She whispered out in a breathy tone, her fingernails digging into his neck to turn his head up into the mirror.

He stared at her reflection as she jerked him harder, "Y/N." He moaned out as sweat began to build on his temples, "I'm close," He moaned out just before he came into her hand.

He breathed hard as she kept playing with his body after he had came, her nails digging deep into his skin and her hand contorting to the shape of his head and shaft.

"Good boy." She whispered in his ear before administering a kiss on his cheek. He breathlessly gave her a smile before she turned away back into their bedroom, leaving Spencer a whiny mess in front of their mirror.

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can u write smth where reader makes sub spence watch while she uses toys on herself (wand and dildo?) but hes not allowed to touch himself or her

Sit Still (sub!spencer blurb)

Summary: Spencer's been a brat recently..teasing Y/n. She decides to show him how much he will regret being bad.

CW: masturbation, use of dildo, degredation kink, cumming without contact (spencer), spencer cries, dom!reader, voyeurism, mommy kink

Category: Smut

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

AN: lmk if i missed any warnings! thank you so so much for your request!! i hope you enjoy! it's a shorty!<3

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He'd been a brat recently.

Teasing Y/n at work, making her all flustered.

They liked doing that.

Making each other nervous..beginning to sputter.

But after a long day, she had had enough of his attitude.

Restraining him in a chair with one of his ties wrapped around his wrists, she left him to go lie on the bed, taking her long sleeve shirt and short pencil skirt off so she was just in her white panties and a matching bra.

Spencer loved when she wore white.

He loved how it starkly contrasted with her dominant attitude. It made her look so innocent when in reality she was far from it.

And he ate that shit up.

"P-please, mommy, p-please, I'm so sorry! I- I--" he could barely speak as he squirmed in the chair, his erection tapping his lower belly.

The head of his cock was red and irritated; beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip. He was painfully hard..and she loved how desperate he was becoming.

Similar to how his pre-cum was falling down his length, his eyes were collecting tears as they slipped past his cheek.

He wanted her so bad, and he was so needy.

"Shut up." she commanded, taking a purple dildo out of the little 'toy chest' they had accumulated over the years.

He whimpered, sniffling slightly.

"Safeword?" she asked softly, walking over to him and kissing his lips tenderly.

"S'green," he smiled lazily through his tears, and she couldn't help but wipe them away. His hips bucked up at her touch, and she only giggled slightly as she made her way back to the bed.

Spreading her legs, she looked over at him, pulling her panties to the side and parting her folds with the rubber object.

"I-I'll be good! Please! I'll make you feel so amazing--I-I promise," he squeaked through a rush of air, and she relished in the sound of his desperate craving.

She knew that he would always feel better than some toy..but she loved punishing him.. and he loved being punished.

She ignored him, a small whimper falling from her lips as she teased her entrance with the toy.

Pushing the toy inside of her, she moaned.. maybe a little more pornographic than usual just to play with Spencer some more.

She began to fuck herself with the toy, her legs clenching around the object as small curses fell from her lips.

"Y'know," she breathed, rutting her hips down to meet with the firm thrusts of the dildo. She massaged her breast with her free hand as she pulled her bra down her chest. "This feels so much better than you. I don't even need you anymore." she lied, loving the way Spencer's glasses were fogged over from his heavy breathing.

"D-don't say that," he whined, biting his lower lip so hard that she was concerned that he would draw blood. "I---I could make you feel way better than that."

She only giggled, before her laugh turned into a long moan as she teetered off the edge of her release.

"You're right," she pouted, rubbing her clit with her other hand as she fucked the toy harder into her..it was no where near as amazing as Spencer. "I just love you too much."

Spencer sniffled as he cried softly, begging for him to fuck her.

It was too late.

Bouncing the plastic cock in and out of her, she came on the plastic.

"Ah! Huh-uh!" she groaned softly, slowing the thrusts and looking Spencer in the eye as she finished cumming.

Her legs shook as she finished, then hopped off the bed, realizing the mess her dear boyfriend had made on his tummy.

His cock was almost soft, and Spencer panted softly.

"I-I'm sorry, mommy! I couldn't help it--I-"

She cut him off with a soft, slow kiss.

He hummed against her lips.

"You did such a good job, let's get you all cleaned up, mkay?" she combed her fingers through his slicked hair as he nodded quickly, whining when she took the restraints off and rubbed his wrists.

Once Spencer was out of his restraints, he kissed her again, their lips tingling.

"First," he murmured against her lips. "I wanna show you how much better I can make you feel than some dumb toy."

She yelped when he pushed her on the bed.

Let's just say..he had nothing to worry about in terms of getting replaced by a purple dildo.

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