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Through It All

Part 34

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 

Warnings: Pictophilia (sexual interest or arousal by viewing erotic pictures or porn), fingering, sucking on fingers, blow job talk/references.

A/N: The next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills my pictophilia square.

Having three kids is hard. Worth it, ten times over. But still hard.

Spencer’s classes start to pick up again, finding that one semester with a light caseload and the other with a heavier one seems to work for his brain. It keeps him happy, feeling useful at work and at home. He continues to choose your clothes, even your nighttime ones now. And on your days off, he gives you a schedule of what to do and when (with obvious disparities to account for the unexpected nature of a toddler and twin babies).

Having him tell you what to do allows you to be, and if you ever feel like his control or the schedule aren’t working for you, you discuss it and switch things up so that you’re both happy. It’s work, so much work, but Spencer’s your partner in every way; there’s no one else you’d rather do the work with.

Quickies are the norm at this point in your life. On the few occasions, where your parents or a member of your BAU family watches the kids, you go all out, doing the things you can’t during your busy lives as parents.

Once the kids are asleep, after a long day where both of you worked, you practically fall into bed. You’re tired, but you want that closeness, so you ask Spencer to cuddle naked, which he’s all for.

Your skin slides against the cool sheets. “I’m sleepy,” you chuckle.

“Me too.” Spencer yawns. “I have an idea though. Very low energy. Want to try?”

“Mmmmhmm.”

Spencer grabs his phone and pulls up a porn site you frequent. “Pick something,” he says.”

Slowly, you scroll through the endless pages of porn and settle on something with Sir in the title. It involves a beautiful brunette down on her knees sucking her Sir’s cock. “How ‘bout this one?” You giggle. “If I had the energy I’d be doing this myself right now.”

Spencer’s low rumbling laugh sends shivers down your spine. “Next time we have a babysitter. Now relax.”

Closing your eyes, you melt into the blankets, languidly rolling your body against the soft material as the appreciative grumble of the man in the video brought you deeper into your fantasy. You whimpered when Spencer’s hand danced down the side of your body, fingers fluttering against your pussy.

He props the phone up against the pillow, leaving his other hand free to snake around your head. When he slips two fingers into your mouth, you start to suck, groaning as you hear the woman in the video gag. “Fuck, Sir.”

“Shh,” he whispers. “Just suck like a good little girl.”

You do as he says and devolve into a writhing, whimpering, sweaty, slutty mess, sucking on his fingers and rolling against the sheets as Spencer’s fingers slip into your pussy and press against your clit. Craning your head toward him, you plead with him, your eyes silently begging for the release that’s so close and yet so far.

When he smiles, almost cruelly, you remove his fingers from your mouth and press a kiss to the underside of his chin. “Oh why not,” he teases, biting down on your earlobe. “You’ve been such a good girl lately.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

As he curls his pointer and middle fingers against your fluttering walls, you gasp, shuttering. He holds you tight and tells you how amazing you are. What a good girl you are. What a good sub, a good wife, a good mother.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Charlotte screeches as she barges into your room. “You okay, Mommy?”

Oh shit.

Spencer immediately removes his hands from you, a look of horror upon his face. He can’t think of anything to say, glancing at you to take the lead. Your big bad BAU protector and rambling genius and he can’t find the words to say to his 3-year-old about sex. “I wasn’t crying sweetie pie,” you say, pulling the blankets up tighter to make sure she won’t see anything scarring. “Daddy and I were spending some quality time together and he made me laugh.”

She wipes a tear from your eye you didn’t even know was there. “But you’re crying.”

“Sometimes you laugh so hard you cry.”

“Oh. So you’re happy?”

“Very, my little flower.”

Spencer reaches over you and tousles her hair. “Want Mommy and I to come back to your room and read you another story?”

Charlotte nods vigorously as a yawn takes over her little body.

“Okay, go get back under the covers and Mommy and I will be there in a minute.”

As fast as her tiny legs can carry her, she sprints out of the room and into hers. “How long do you think she was there?” You ask. “You don’t think-?”

“We can only hope.”

You both pull on some clothes before stepping out of the room, and you turn to him to smack him on the shoulder. “All the times to go speechless, by the way!”

“Sorry, I panicked!” He whispers, stepping in the direction of Charlotte’s room.

“You’ve talked down serial killers and psychopaths and that makes you panic?”

“Yea,” he says sheepishly. “Don’t judge me.”

“Oh, I’m judging you. Let’s hope we didn’t scar our three year old.”

When you opened the door, she smiled at you. “You were nakey.”

Uh oh.

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300ish Follower Celebration

So, I am actually only at 297, but I don’t care cuz I wanna do the thing, and I love all you sweethearts that are following me. So, THANK YOU so much!!!! Check out the celebration deets under the cut, and hit me with an ask.

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Through It All

Part 35

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,501

Warnings: Implication of smut at the end.

A/N: The last chapter of these two! I really hope you’ve enjoyed as much as I have.

After stepping out of the shower, you wrap a towel around yourself and scamper across the hallway. Spencer’s feeding the babies and preparing Charlotte’s breakfast before your day out.

On the bed lay your red cotton panties and wireless bra. With all the running around you’re going to be doing today, he wants you to be comfortable. You bite your lip and slip them on before stepping into the slightly ripped, black jeans he picked out. Completing the ensemble is an old t-shirt of his, a Metallica shirt that he’s had since he was in his 20s and he refuses to get rid of. He loves seeing you in his clothes.

Once your outfit is complete, you go back to the bathroom to dry your hair and put it up in a messy bun the way he instructed. “How are my babies doing this morning?” You ask, heading outside. Charlie is eating some cereal and milk and getting most of it on her pajamas. Thankfully, Spencer thinks two steps ahead and hasn’t gotten her dressed yet, knowing she’d get messy.

“Good, mommy,” Charlie says, wiping milk away with a napkin to her right. She’s starting to say an L sound rather than a W. She’s been practicing. “Morgan and Bllll-akey are messy.”

Pot meet kettle.

As soon as Charlie is finished eating, she drags you inside to help her pick out an outfit while Spencer changes diapers and picks out some outfits for the babies. It’s going to be an exhausting but fun-filled day. In addition to Ai and Kyle joining you later in the day, you’re getting together with the entire BAU for a picnic.

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On the way to the park, Charlie practically bounces in anticipation in her car seat. Morgan and Blake are content at the same time, which is a miracle and a blessing all in one. “Guess, who’s here Charlie?”

“Auntie Em and JJ and Penny and Tara!”

“Who else?” Spencer asks, glancing toward the wooden tables. Everyone’s brought food, save for you and Spencer. They all told you to take it easy. “Who else do you see?”

“Unc-le David and Matt and Luke and Aaron! And my cousins!”

“Everyone’s here!” He says, slapping his hands to the sides of his face like Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream.’

As soon as you park the car, Spencer gets out to undo Charlotte’s seatbelt. She darts toward her seemingly never-ending group of aunts and uncles and cousins. She’s got all the love in the world. Grabbing Morgan and Blake in their carriers, you walk toward the rest of the group, embracing all in tired hugs. You jokingly fall asleep on Penelope’s shoulder. “How are all my little angels?” She says, grazing her finger against Blake’s cheek. “You tiring mommy and daddy out?”

“God, yes,” Spencer laughs, pulling her in for a hug before looking toward her right where Luke stood. “You’re treating her right, right?”

“Always,” he says, kissing Penelope’s temple.

Everyone starts to mingle and the twins get passed around from aunt to uncle and uncle to aunt. Even Jack, who Spencer just realizes in horror is now a teenager, takes a turn holding the babies. “You’re a teenager!” He says.

“Yea, Uncle Spencer. Time flies, huh?”

“You were this big two seconds ago!” He screams, sending everyone around you into a fit of laughter.

Aaron steps out from behind you with cold beers in hand for you. “Think of how I feel. I’m ancient.”

“You?” Rossi laughs. “I’m Methuselah! You’re all fetuses.”

Charlotte runs around with Matt’s brood of babies and Michael on the playground, while Henry and Jack hang around with the adults. Occasionally, the younger kids pull them in to play, and none of the adults are safe either. At one time or another everyone, Emily, JJ, Will, Penelope, Luke, Tara, Matt, Kristy, Aaron, David, Krystal, you name it, the kids insist they play.

Although it doesn’t seem like anyone is having an awful time. David in his glory as the doting grandpa, wrangling all the kids and chasing them around with the rest of the team while you, Spencer, Matt, Kristy, JJ and Will just relax at the park benches. “So how are you guys doing?” Will drawls, a knowing smile upon his face. “How’re three babies treating you?”

“So tired,” you say, sprawling out over Spencer’s lap. He playfully grabs your butt and you wiggle. “Happy, but sleepy.” You point toward Matt and Kristy in awe. “How do you do it? Five babies.”

“You just do it. What? You and Spencer aren’t going for your own soccer team too?”

Spencer shakes his head. “I don’t know if we can handle it. Three is downright exhausting.”

“Never say never,” you laugh.

“Oh, really?” His eyes light up. You love seeing that light, knowing you and your family together put it there. “Maybe one more. We’ll see.”

“Play it by ear,” you reply. “Definitely not for a little while though. What about you Matt? JJ? Are we planning on adding any more to the BAU bundle?”

JJ holds her finger to lip before pointing toward her stomach.

“No!” Spencer whispers. “Really?”

“Really. Last one though. Three is enough.”

After all Spencer and the team had been through together, it was wonderful to see them so relaxed, getting the life they deserved. While the team plays with the kids, you set up all the food they brought. It all looks delicious. Cakes, cookies, chips, side salads, burgers and hot dogs, which you’ll cook on the portable grill Rossi brought with him.

“Hey, Rossi!” Spencer calls. “You’ve got a lot of grilling to do. Come on over.”

As Rossi runs over, Air and Kyle pull up and get out of the car, surveilling all the people on the playground. “Are these all you two?” Kyle laughs, shaking Spencer’s hand.

“Yea, let me introduce you.” One by one, Spencer introduces his former teammates, their spouses, their kids. “This is my work family. The ones holding Blake and Morgan are Emily Prentiss and Tara Lewis. Everyone these are the twins’ birth parents, Ai and Kyle.”

Of course, they’re welcomed with open arms and all the aunts and uncles assure Ai and Kyle that they’re so loved here. “We can tell,” Ai says softly. “It was hard giving them up. But we wouldn’t have chosen any differently. We love being able to see them.”

Emily and Tara passed the babies along to Ai and Kyle. “You two are getting so big!”

Before you know it, day turns to night, street lights illuminating the playground where all the kids are finally starting to lose some steam. Ai and Kyle give the babies some kisses before heading off to eat, take a nap and then study all night long. “Thank you,” Ai says. “We’ll never be able to thank you enough.”

You press your hand to the side of her cheek, Blake sitting comfortably on your hip. “You don’t have to thank us.”

Once they’re off, the rest of the BAU leaves one by one, hugs and kisses all around until it’s only you, Spencer, Luke and Penelope left. “You two need any help getting home?” Luke asks.

Spencer shakes his head, eyes closed and practically asleep on two feet. “Us? No way. We’re experts now.”

“Stop growing, okay?” Penelope calls back as they walk toward their car. “You’re all getting too big.”

“Think of how I feel!” You laugh. Looking down to where the babies lay in their carriers, to where Charlotte ambles alongside her father, clutching on to her daddy’s pant leg, you smile to yourself. Almost immediately after Spencer puts Charlotte in her car seat, she falls asleep, the babies having passed out long before. “You have a fun day?”

Nodding, Spencer leans toward you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Yea, I did. I’m tired. But there’s no one else I’d rather be tired with.”

“Same,” you whisper. “Wanna get the babies in bed and cuddle on the couch?”

“Sounds heavenly.”

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At home, Morgan and Blake do little but squirm as you change their diapers and slip them into their pajamas. You sing a sweet melody as they stir before passing out again. As you approach Charlotte’s room, you hear Spencer reading to her. Even though she’s barely awake, she insists on being read to every night. “Goodnight, my little flower,” he whispers, pushing himself carefully up from the bed, ensuring he doesn’t wake her.

“Sweet dreams, Charlie.”

Leaning into Spencer, you both shuffle toward the couch and collapse into a heap of exhausted laughter. He pulls you to his side and starts to run his fingers through your hair. “How are you doing?” He asks, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Comfortable?”

“In our dynamic? Yea, absolutely. I think we’ve found a good balance.” Through babies, marriage, everything. “I love you so much.”

Spencer whispers, lazily tugging you onto his lap and smiling against your neck. “I love you more. No matter what, okay?”

“No matter what.”

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Summary: The last time we saw Vanessa, she was swooning over Dean’s lasting impression. Now, we fast-forward a year to see what she’s up to.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC Vanessa Martinelli, (eventual) Sam Winchester x OFC Emma Olsen

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, HBO RomCom bullshit

Author's notes: Follow-up to Plus One.

Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 22

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,457

Warnings: Breath play with a belt, p in v, doggy style.

A/N: My next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fills my breath play square.

Over the course of the next few weeks, you and Spencer talk a lot about how you want to expand your family. The more you think about, the more sure you are in your decision, but bringing it up to Spencer as a finality is a little nerve-wracking. Again, you have no idea why. You know exactly how Spencer will react.

Charlotte is just a week shy of her first birthday. It’s astounding that she’s already growing into this whole little person. As Spencer cuts up some scrambled egg and banana (her favorites), you decide to bring it up. “So you wanted to know how I felt about another pregnancy versus adoption and told me to take my time, right?”

“Yea,” he replies, almost buoyantly. Your relationship with him, your family -  it’s his pride and joy. If it weren’t for the fact that you were tired as all hell right after Charlotte was born, he would’ve had your desired three children all at once. Honestly, you would have too. “Have you decided?”

Nodding, you wait until he turns around, lovingly placing some food down on Charlie’s high-chair. “As much as I loved being pregnant, I think for my self-image and the fact that I’ve always wanted to adopt, I want to go with adoption. That okay?” You ask, nibbling on your lip. You know it is. You know Spencer. But something deep in the back of your head always worries. You’re a work in progress.

Spencer dips down to kiss you, whispering softly in response. “More than okay. Now we have to look into adoption agencies.” His easy, excited smile makes you feel a million times better in an instant. “What about closed or open adoption?”

“As long as the parent or parents want to be involved, I’m okay with that to an extent. Like I wouldn’t want them visiting once a week because that would be confusing to the baby as they grow, I feel, but like texting them updates and meeting up with them every so often I would be fine with. You?”

Thankfully, he feels the same way.

While Charlotte eats, the two of you talk more about what adoption means for your family. Especially when it comes to being chosen. Sometimes it’s months, sometimes it’s a lot more than that. On top of that, open adoptions come with more complications. Since the birth mother chooses the adoptive family, there’s the possibility that she will change her mind at the last second, so it’s a reality you have to come to terms with, no matter how difficult.

With orange juice for toasting, you clink your glasses. “To baby number two.”

---

The tenseness that settled into your shoulders during all this finally dissipates once a decision is reached. And it feels amazing. Even though it took almost the entire year to feel comfortable in your skin again, in your relationship with Spencer, as both his wife and his sub, you’re feeling confident in all aspects of your life. You’re not a perfect mother, but no one is. You’re not a perfect wife, but what is perfect and perfect is bullshit. And as a sub, you are as fulfilled as you’ve ever been.

“What’s so funny?” Spencer asks.

After putting Charlotte down to sleep for the night, you climb into bed and snuggle into Spencer. Whenever he reads to you, there’s nothing to worry about. Everything going through your brain comes to a full stop. “Nothing, I’m just happy. Finding our routine with Charlotte around has been difficult and it’s taken me about a year to stop looking in the mirror and putting so much stock in what I see, and I just...feel good.”

Slipping a bookmark in between the pages (more for you than him because he can always remember exactly where you left off down to the word), he places it back on the bedside table. “Want me to make you feel really good?” He asks rhetorically, knowing your answer. “Because I’ve got an idea.”

You lie back and pull the t-shirt you’re wearing over your head. Your attention is focused completely on him as he reaches down to the side of the bed to grab his belt. At first you think you’re in for a spanking and your pussy starts to quiver, but then he wraps it gently around your throat and you just give yourself over to him.

Playing around with the belt has happened before, but Spencer practiced on himself first, wrapping the belt around his own throat so he could make sure he wouldn’t be hurting you or impeding your ability to breathe more than you wanted him to. As the leather slipped gently around your neck, you gave yourself over to him and shut down all mental faculties. “On your hands and knees.”

Doing as he instructs, you rest your head against the soft blanket and whimper when he tugs on the free end of the belt. You push back into him, searching for him, but his hand remains still and the belt keeps you in place. “Does my little slut like putting her life in my hands?”

“Yes, Sir.” There’s something about knowing implicitly that Spencer could end your life right here and now but wanting to do the exact opposite that allows you that release, the ability to literally give over all semblance of control. “I trust you.”

He bends down and kisses the small of your back, every word he could possibly say rolled up into that one gesture. When he yanks on the belt again, gently bringing you into an all-fours position, your mouth drops open and you arch your back, shaking your ass a little for him. Spencer smacks your ass and grunts in appreciation, pulling you back against his still clothed length. “How badly do you want my cock?”

“So badly, Sir,” you whine, bucking back into him. “Please use me. I want you to. I need you to.”

Eyeing you hungrily, he bites the corner of his lip and lets the belt fall to the bed. “Show me while I undress and then I’ll give you what you need.”

While he hooks his thumbs into his sweats and pulls them down, you move your ass up and down on his length, feeling the hardening length of him press against your skin. Every move makes you more and more wet. Without thinking, Spencer bucks his own hips forward; he’s close and yet so far. Quickly, he moves backward off the bed. He can’t get his pants off fast enough.

Climbing back onto the mattress, you feel the dip and let out a slow, guttural moan when he pushes inside you with one swift movement. “Fuck,” you breathe. “Fuck me, Spence.”

When his grip tightens on the belt, you’re slack-jawed, tuning everything around you out. You don’t want to think anything. You don’t want to see anything. You don’t want to hear anything. All you want to do is feel. His cock sliding in and out of you. Your arousal slipping down your leg. The tension on the belt around your throat cutting off just the right amount of air.

Every feeling starts to sharpen. You feel fuller and the belt tightens more. Air is minimal but none of that matters because you feel like you could float among the fucking stars. As you fall over the edge, Spencer tightens the belt again, helping pull you into the hypnotizing trance for just a little while longer.

When Spencer pulls out and comes onto your ass, you’re still quivering, hot and cold switching places in rolling succession. “God, I love belts,” you giggle softly as he pulls it off and tosses it back on the floor. He gathers you into his arms and clumsily crosses the mattress on his knees to set you back down on the pillows. He comes to lie behind you with every inch of him against your back. Both of you can’t help but yawn. In his arms, comfort lulls you to sleep.

---

The next day after you both got back from work and began preparing dinner, you flip open your laptop and start searching out adoption agencies in DC and Maryland and Virginia. You and Spencer take turns cooking and seeking out agencies, discussing each one and trying to figure out which one is the best fit for you. “What about this one?” Spencer asks, slipping a piece of banana into Charlotte’s mouth. “Cradle of Hope.”

You shut the stove off and sit in Spencer’s lap, glancing at the website and reading their about page. “Wanna call tomorrow?” You ask, smiling at Charlotte mashing a banana on her high-chair.

“Yes, please. I think Charlie needs a brother or sister.”

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[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 32

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,507

Warnings: Subby Spencer, cock cages, orgasm denial, 

A/N: The next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills my cock cages square.

Ironically enough it’s you that settles into your new routine fairly easily. Spencer is the one having a hard time adjusting. As per usual, he’s teaching an insane number of classes (probably due to the fact that you’re now working part time so you can spend more time at home) and trying to be a present father to a nearly three-year-old toddler and two four and a half month old babies. It’s a lot to handle.

After grading papers one night, finishing up just as you get the kids to bed, Spencer turns to you in desperation. “I’m losing it,” he says matter of factly, laughing at how exasperated he sounds.

Giggling, you walk up behind him and bend down, wrapping your arms around him, your fingers trailing the little bit of chest hair peeking out from his shirt. “What can I do for you, love?”

“I want you to help me shut my brain off.” He hesitates, clearly having an idea of his own, but decides to put the ball in your court. “Have anything in mind?”

“I do,” you say, whispering in his ear. “Remember that cock cage I bought? Wanna experiment?”

Even after all you’ve done and all you’ve seen of each other, physically and emotionally, he still blushes. “What were you thinking?”

Twirling around to sit in his lap, you tell about all the research you’ve been doing in case he’d ever want to venture down this road. “Nothing much for tonight. Just locking you up and seeing how you like it. If you do like it, we can play around with your wearing it for an increasing amount of time over a couple of days. And then if you still like it, I have an idea for what we can do next week.” Your eyes gleam with the picture in your head and it makes Spencer laugh.

“Sounds good to me.” You pull him up by his shirt and drag him toward the bedroom, kissing him all the way before you turn around to search through the closet, finally finding what you’re looking for.

“We need a locked chest for this stuff now. I DO NOT want Charlotte exploring through our things and finding this,” you laugh.

“Oh, fuck no.” Spencer falls back onto the bed from laughing so hard, only ceasing his laughter when you clear your throat, the cage in hand. “Oh, that does look scary. But I’m intrigued.”

Getting it on and secure is...a feat. But you manage. “You’ll wear it until we go to bed in a couple hours. And if you like it, then you’ll put it on tomorrow as soon as you come home.”

“Mmmhmm,” he says, mumbling into your mouth as you press a chaste kiss on his lips. Don’t want him getting worked up right now.

“Now go fold laundry while I do the dishes.” You slap his leg playfully.

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughs.

After finishing up in the kitchen, you find Spencer in your room putting away clothes, but as he moves to grab a hanger from the closet, he stops, stilling himself and taking a deep breath. “You okay?” You ask.

Spencer nods. “Just umm...trying to control myself,” he laughs softly. “This is going to be harder than I thought.”

“You’re in for a rough week,” you reply.

---

Over the next few days, Spencer returns home and immediately puts on the cage, asking you periodically if he can take it off and touch himself, to which you consistently reply no. It’s on day five that you challenge him to wear it to his late night class.

He texts you later while his class is taking a test. “This is hard.” His text states simply.

“What? Your cock? Or wearing the cage?” You smile to yourself as the three bubbles indicate his reply.

“Both. Can I please, please come when I get home? It’s been five days and I want to explode.”

You tease him so more, telling him that he’s gone longer without an orgasm before.

“Yes, but I was physically restricted from doing so! Please?!”

“Mayyyybe.”

A few hours later, he returns home, practically begging on his hands and knees. Sitting down and tugging him up onto the couch next to you, you comb your hand through his soft brown hair, reveling in the desperation that lurks in his eyes. “How about this? I give you one more test. You pass, you come. You don’t pass, you don’t come for another two days?”

Spencer’s eyes go dark, you can tell his dominant side is fighting with the lack of control, but he does want this and he knows you do too. “What’s the test?”

“After we get the kids to bed tonight, I put a timer on my phone. If you can make me come, with just your tongue, in under three minutes, I’ll take that cage off you and suck your soul out through your cock. If it takes you more than three minutes, I still get to come and you have to wait two days.”

With a strained yet gleeful smile, Spencer gives you a kiss. “You’re on. Meanie.”

“So mean.”

Thankfully for Spencer, it’s easy getting Charlotte, Morgan and Blake to bed. You place Blake down and quickly pull out your phone, setting a timer and showing it to Spencer as he gently lays Morgan down on the soft crib mattress.

Quietly but quickly, your desperate-as-all-hell husband yanks on your hand, practically throwing you over his shoulder as he runs toward the bedroom. When he throws you down on the bed, you screech with laughter, muffling the sounds with your hand as Spencer yanks your pajama pants down and off, flinging them against the wall. He removes his pants and you see him straining against the cage. It can’t be comfortable. His hair is a mess, his eyes are almost black with lust and he looks like a maniac, but you both laugh through it all. “Hit that timer. Because it’s happening.”

As soon as your finger hits the timer, Spencer wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you toward the end of the bed so your ass is sitting at the edge.

“Hands behind your back, Sir. I said no hands.”

Although he’s losing his mind, he knows what it takes to make you scream, starting out slowly, his tongue swirling around your clit, teeth scraping, lips pursing. His shoulders are tense with the pressure of keeping his hands behind his back. But he manages, watching as the numbers tick down on the timer. As soon as it hits two minutes, he licks stripes up your pussy from ass to clit, nipping at you with his teeth along the way.

You buck into his mouth, whimpering when he almost buries himself in you, tongue wildly fucking into you. “Fuck, so good, Spence. You’ve only got 45 seconds left. But I have faith.”

Growling into you, Spencer pushes himself into you still, the tip of his nose putting pressure on your clit as his tongue thrashes from side to side. He smiles when you grab his hair, your legs clamping down around him. “Good boy,” you say huskily.

You grasp his face in your hands and pull him toward you, tonguing into his mouth. “Sit. You’ve been a good boy.”

Spencer does as he told and collapses back, his cock twitching at the slightest touch as you remove the cage. You drop to your knees between his legs and move from domme to sub once again with ease, looking lovingly up at him as you speak. “Would you like to use my mouth, Sir? I think you’ve earned it.”

Grunting, he grabs your head and demands you open your mouth. When he thrusts up into your mouth, you gag and laugh, which only makes him more crazed. His hands are firm, keeping your head in place while he uses your mouth, his thrusts so erratic that he stands up and pushes your head against the dresser, each thrust softly knocking your head into the wood behind you. “Going to come down that little throat. You going to swallow it like a good little slut?”

The moment you mumble your answer around him, he seizes above you, the tangy taste of him hitting the back of your throat. Gulping it down, you look up and smile. His look of pure relief is everything you wanted for him when you started this whole thing a week ago. All that exists in his mind is you and the warm heat of your mouth. Maybe he knows your name and his, but that’s about it.

Pulling off him with a satisfied pop, you stand up and wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a kiss. “So, did I help you shut your brain off?”

Spencer smiles, his voice unable to say what his brain wants.

“You want to use that again some time?” You ask, eyeing the cage on the floor.

He answers with an emphatic yes.

Success.

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[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 18

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,247

Warnings: Dildos, double penetration, blow jobs, fingering, orgasms.

A/N: My first entry for @cm-kinkbingo run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills may glory holes square.

Today, your little 8-month-old dumpling is with your parents so that you and Spencer can have a day off together. Very early on in your relationship, Spencer had approached you with the idea of glory holes. As in going somewhere that you could safely partake in such a thing. He had this idea of watching you, the depraved lengths you’d go to for him, as it was something he’d done with a previous sub nearly 10 years earlier.

When he first brought up the idea, you’d had an immediate reaction to it - your legs turning to jelly at the thought of sucking however many cocks Spencer wanted you to. Once the idea came up again, he said he had reservations (since he wasn’t great at sharing) but that you could play it by ear.

After considerable research and asking around in the BDSM circle, you settle on a place that has a good reputation. Very clean. Everyone’s very respectful about the dirty, disgusting things you do together, playing by the rules and indulging each other’s darker sides. Spencer opens the car door for you, hands a bit shaky, and you ride to the place in silence.

Although originally the idea excited you, and to a degree it still does, the practicality of it is something else. In reality, you’re pretty sure you don’t want any other man but Spencer; disappointing him is a possibility, and you don’t want that, but you refuse to push yourself beyond your limits either. Spencer wouldn’t want you to do that.  

Spencer pulls up to the place and parks the car, nervously exchanging a glance with you. Just as you go to speak, he does too.

“I’m not sure about this.”

“I don’t wanna do this.”

Both of you speak at the same time and you laugh. It actually makes you a little emotional. “I don’t wanna suck anyone’s cock other than yours,” you reply as you caress his cheek.

“In my head it sounds great, but I don’t want to see you do that either. I just...didn’t want to disappoint you. I remember you liking the idea.”

Relief floods over you. “The idea, yea. But thinking about it makes me a little-” You flutter your fingers in front of you a bit. “Eh, you know?”

“So no?” He asks hopefully.

“Yea, let’s go home.”

On the drive back, your nerves steady out. “Hey, Spence,” you start just as he opens the door to the apartment. “I think I have an idea. A good substitute for us.”

“Tell me.”

“Can I show you?”

His eyes blow wide with lust as he nods, following you to the bedroom where you dig into your chest of toys. Occasionally, before Spencer retired from the BAU, he’d have you use a dildo that you could stick onto the wall or the bathtub, and he’d watch you fuck yourself on it.

“What if we stick this to the wall, and you can fuck my throat and fuck me into it?”

Spencer swallows hard and dips down to bite your lip, quickly stripping you out of your clothing and pushing you down to the floor on your hands and knees. “Sounds like the perfect plan to me. Why haven’t we done that?”

He grasps your chin in his hand and tongues at your mouth before crawling behind you to affix the dildo to the wall in a comfortable position. Once he has it right, he pushes you back onto it, watching with rapt attention it pushes past your swollen lips. This idea was percolating in your mind the entire way home, so you were more than ready to go without any additional preparation.

The dildo sits snugly inside you and Spencer comes back up to kneel in front of you, pulling his cock free of his jeans, which he tugs down and lets fall around his knees. At first, he teases you, slapping his cock against your tongue. He’s heavy and full. When he bucks forward, allowing you little kitten licks to the head of his cock, you lurch forward, desperate to get your lips around him.

You love the way he laughs at your desperation. Continuing his torture, he finally gives in when it becomes too much for both of you. He cradles your head and guides his cock into your mouth. His tenderness combined with his sure hand drives you crazy. As you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock, you moan at the taste. He doesn’t taste like anything, but he tastes like Spencer.

Groaning around him, you push yourself back and forth and take as much of his cock as you can, immediately thrusting backward onto the dildo with equal force. Under hooded eyes, you can see a smile pulling at his lips as he watches you struggle. You want to have all of him and feel the fullness of the dildo, but moving back and forth only gives you one at a time. Oh the struggles of a needy submissive.

Towering over you, he shuffles forward on his knees and sends you back into the wall. “How’s that, love? Full pussy and a full mouth?”

In appreciation, you mumble around him and roll your tongue over and around his cock before he slides down your throat. With each pass of his cock, your pussy tightens around the plastic dildo, molding to each smooth, veiny inch. Spencer grunts above you, losing himself in the feel of your throat.

When he starts to pick up the pace, you gag around him. But you don’t fight it, you just allow the sound of it to pull you further into the trance he has you in.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes. “Stay right where you are. Don’t move.”

Happily, you still yourself and let Spencer use you, the force of his thrusts impaling you on the instrument behind you.

“If I touched you right now, how wet would you be?” He asks with a teasing tone. He loves the fact that you can’t answer because your mouth is full. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re soaked. Because you’re a little slut that likes to have her holes filled.”

Eyes sparkling with fresh tears, you smile around him, groaning around him when he muscles spasm and he comes down your throat with a raspy cry. After swallowing him down, you immediately peel yourself off the dildo and roll over on your back, sliding his cock against your tongue as you grab his hand and bring it to your pussy. “See how wet that made me, Sir?”

As he slides his fingers in and out of you, you continue to tease his cock. He’s overly sensitive, hissing with pleasure at each swipe of your tongue. “Sir, please shove your cock down my throat while I come?”

Spencer sucks in air through his teeth, trembling as he slides himself into your mouth and continues teasing you, ghosting his fingers over your folds and slipping his fingers in just enough before removing them again. Pulling his hand away, he rubs back and forth over your clit with a ferocity he doesn’t normally embrace. Your body lurches into his hand just as he slides down your throat. As your orgasm washes over you, your throat tightens, ripping a growl from your husband’s mouth.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. How do you do that?”

Laughing, you kiss the head of his cock. “I had a wonderful trainer, Sir.”

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[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 25

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,362

Warnings: Face-sitting, anal sex.

A/N: My first entry for @cm-kinkbingo​​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fills my anal sex square.

Eighteen months must mean some kind of a growth spurt, because Charlotte is all over the apartment now. Any chance she gets, she follows you and Spencer around, knocking things over and pulling out plugs from walls just because she’s discovered she can. Not that there aren’t wonderful things to go along with the crazy, but she’s much more active now.

Between her growing into the tiny little human she is, work and finishing up adoption classes, you and Spencer haven’t had a ton of time for each other and it’s starting to wear on you both. On top of that, an expecting mother had chosen to meet with you and picked you for adoption only to back out two weeks later, which left you both feeling on edge. Every adoption agent says “don’t get attached,” but it’s practically an inevitability and having her back hit you hard.

But you plow forward. After miraculously getting Charlotte to bed, you and Spencer decide to snuggle on the couch. He’s wearing a pair of gray sweatpants sitting snugly on his hips. Slipping one of his oversized t-shirts over your head you follow him outside and nestle yourself underneath his arm, resting your head against the broad expanse of his chest.

“Spence?”

He shudders and you look up to see him staring off into his own little world.

You call him again.

“Yea?”

“You okay?” You ask. “I just called your name and you got all spacey.”

“Sorry, just- this. It’s hard. I wanted that baby.”

Heat builds up behind your eyes. “Me too. I just keep telling myself that that baby wasn’t meant to be ours. Another one is.”

“I want Charlie to have a brother or sister.” This time when his mind began to wander, you could tell he was thinking of Charlie playing around with a younger sibling. “Sooner rather than later.”

“She will.” You place your hand against his chest and slowly begin to maneuver yourself into his lap, your knees coming to rest on either side of his legs. “Is there anything I can help you with in the meantime?” His smirk mirrors your own as his hands slip up your thighs. “Maybe we can try something we haven’t before.” You trail off and watch him think it over. There isn’t a whole lot that you haven’t tried that you still want to, but then it clicks.

You lean into him and grind ever so softly against his straining erection, whimpering when his fingers skirt the edge of your panties and slip around the curves of your ass. One hand slides up the small of your back as he kisses you, his teeth tugging gently on your bottom lip. “Let’s go inside. I have an idea.”

Chuckling, you follow behind him, jump on the bed and make quick work of your panties, throwing them to the side just as Spencer finds what he’s looking for - the dildo you attached to the wall a while ago. “Wouldn’t want my little girl to go without an empty hole now would we?”

“No, Sir.” Two fingers swipe against your slick entrance, pushing inside without any resistance. “Want a taste?”

Spencer moves faster than you’ve ever seen him before. It makes you laugh so loud you’re afraid you’ll wake Charlotte. “Don’t make me scream. We don’t wanna wake her.”

“That’s on you not to be noisy,” he teased, wrapping his hands around your thighs to bring your pussy toward his eager, hungry mouth. “Rest your legs on my shoulders.”

In this position, your legs are wrapped fairly tightly around his head and although it’s ridiculous you’re always afraid of suffocating him. But in his words, “if that’s how I die so be it.” Before you can say anything, he licks all the way from your ass to your clit, flicking his tongue against it to send you bucking into his mouth. “Let go, if I die here. I die here. Just don’t tell anyone how I went,” he laughs.

Your snort turns into a whine as his thumb and forefinger and spread your pussy open for him. In preparation, you reach into the nightstand and grab the lube, laying it down near your ass.

He groans into you. “Someone’s eager.”

“Need all my little holes filled.” Spencer’s pupils blow wide and it’s all the high you need. “Wanna fuck my ass, Sir?”

Without a word, he grabs your hand and pulls it down to your pussy, motioning for you to touch yourself while he reaches for the lube. He applies a generous amount in his hands and begins massaging around the tight ring of muscle. You’ve prepared for this with other instruments. Especially your favorite plug. But this is the first time you’ll be doing it without toys. As his other hand strokes up and down his cock, he sees you tense. “What’s our word?”

“Red, Sir.”

“I’ll go slow.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

When he nudges the head of his cock against your ass you grab the sheets and still yourself. For a moment, there’s pressure, and then the slightest hint of pain, but it’s nothing you can’t handle or haven’t handled before. And then he’s inside you, slow and gentle thrusts allowing further and further in each time.

Reaching back, you grab the headboard and open your eyes, watching as Spencer’s mouth drops open. “Fuck, your ass is so tight.” Without looking, he reaches for the dildo and slips it between you. “Once I slip this inside you, you’ll be even tighter. I might lose my mind.”

“But what a way to go, right?”

You whimper as the dildo slips inside you, building up the pressure you feel. The mixture of pleasure and pain is eye-watering. Spencer teases you - your dripping pussy providing more lube as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. “How’s it feel, baby?”

“So tight, Sir. I-I-” The words won’t form as he thrusts again, almost to the hilt this time. “Just...fuck my ass. Please. I need it.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a slut that needs to have my holes filled, Sir.” You push up with your palms and use it as leverage to fuck yourself onto him. “Feels so big. So tight.”

Spencer grunts, watching himself slide in and out of you before bending down to kiss you. With his body almost flush against yours and his cock in your ass, his body presses the dildo deeper and deeper inside your sodden pussy. “God, Y/N, you’re so tight,” he breathes against your neck.

Each movement made your body tighten, coil in anticipation of your nearing release. His fingers scraped up and down your arms and across your chest and stomach, leaving no part of you untouched. “Not gonna last,” he breathes.

“Come for me, Sir. Please. Fuck me harder.”

Spencer reaches up with one hand and clasps yours, white-knuckling the headboard with the other as he picks up speed. Mouth agape, you whine and beg him over and over again to come for you. When he finally cries out and shudders above you, you feel your body seize and your eyes roll back in ecstasy. “Fuck!”

His lips crash into yours, silencing your cries as he slowly pumps into your ass. “Fucking hell, Y/N,” he laughs, carefully pulling out and turning to grab a towel. With his free hand, he wipes the hair out of his eyes and turns to see your cheeks flushed red. “You okay?”

“More than. That was. Mmm. Yea. I could put that into the rotation if you know what I mean. Little messy though.”

Pulling you close by the small of your back, he kisses down the side of your neck. “How about we go shower it off? Get all sudsy.”

“Fantastic idea. We’ll only do this when Charlie’s asleep.”

With a few strides of his long legs, he gets up and picks you up bridal style to carry you to the shower. In the bathroom, a lightbulb goes off in his head. “Wait, maybe we can do this in the shower! Two for one?”

“Sexy times and no mess?” You exclaim. “You’re such a genius.”

He snorts. “I know.”

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Through It All

Part 16

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 892

Warnings: FLUFF

A/N: No kink! Fluffy baby stuff!

Six months! How the fuck is she six months old already? It simultaneously feels like she was born ages ago and like it was just yesterday. On weekend days now, you take turns sleeping late. You have Saturday, he has Sunday or vice versa.

The rich, swirling scent of coffee wakes you up and you turn to your nightstand to see a steaming cup sitting there. Out in the kitchen, you hear the muffled cacophony of clanging dishes and Charlotte’s beautiful babbling. She can’t talk yet, but she’s starting to look at you and attempt speech, which is so fucking cool. If time allowed, you’d sit there day after day and have nonsensical conversations with her.

A sip of coffee slinks down your throat, pulling a contented sigh from deep within you. Coffee is the perfect creation of the gods; there’s no denying it. As you set the coffee on the side table, Spencer barges in. “You have to come outside!”

“What’s the matter?” You ask, popping up from the bed quicker than you thought possible. Is something wrong? Is she projectile vomiting like the Exorcist? “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine.” He smiles wide and points down the hallway to where Charlotte is sitting. “Look!”

Your tiny little angel is sitting all on her own without any support at all and you almost want to cry. “Look at you!” Running down the hallway, you drop to sit right in front of her. “Charlotte, you’re sitting all by yourself! You’re such a big girl!”

“Mmmmmmblehblah.”

“You don’t say?!”

Spencer slips behind you and back into the kitchen, sliding some bacon and eggs onto plates for the both of you. “Come eat before everything gets cold.”

When you go to stand, Charlotte starts to cry, so you pick her up and perch her on your hip, eating one-handed; you’ve become a pro in that department. From across the table, Spencer makes faces at Charlotte. Her little laugh is quite possibly the best thing you’ve ever heard. “Duh, duh, da-da.”

Both your eyes light up. “Say what?” Spencer asks. “Did you just say something?”

“Dada!” Charlotte exclaims, flapping her arms up and down. “Dada! Dada! Dada!”

Spencer discards his food and practically lunges across the table to take your now incessantly babbling into his arms. “You said, Dada!” There are tears in his eyes, and that’s what gets you. You start to bawl like, well, like a baby.

Now Charlotte’s confused, but she knows your reactions are good and keeps going. “Dada, dada, dada!”

“Yea, baby, it’s dada,” he replies, grabbing her tiny little hand in between his thumb and forefinger. He presses a kiss to her fingers, a tear rolling down his cheek.

These are the moments you live for.

--

Adjusting to baby life has been exceedingly difficult and equally rewarding, especially in times like these when she’s hitting milestones left and right. Dada is her only real word, but she babbles like crazy; you can tell she’s going to be a rambler like her dad, and you love it. She can switch from lying on her back to her belly and back again. She sits by herself. She’s gonna start getting into everything soon.

Honestly, that’s kind of terrifying.

With another semester starting soon, Spencer’s nerves are a little raw, so you decide to take Charlotte to the park. The scent of freshly mown grass wafts through the air as you step onto the dirt path near the still lake. A blue sky above boasts few clouds and the breeze is just enough to keep you comfortable.

As you walk, a few passersby become enamored with Charlotte and stop to say hello, but for the most part, you and Spencer get to walk in silence, taking turns pushing her in her carriage. She’s asleep and it’s such a gorgeous day out you decide to sit at the lake’s edge and talk it all in.

Spencer decides to channel your dating days, reciting some of your favorite poetry while you sit in his lap, his back up against a sturdy tree trunk. You get lost in it and nearly 45 minutes pass before you check on Charlotte, his wide-eyed and awake, her head craned toward where you were sitting, like she was listening.

While you take Charlotte out of her carriage to feed her, Spencer takes a blanket he’d stashed underneath the stroller (to your surprise) and lays it out flat, tossing you an apple he’d picked up a few days earlier. “Tummy time?” He says to her excitedly.

After burping her, Spencer lays her on the blanket and claps happily as she turns herself front to back and back to front over and over again. Then she looks between you, sitting across from each other, and doesn’t know which way to go. “Where are you going, my little flower?” He asks. “Me or Mommy?”

Much to your surprise, she begins to push herself up by her arms, wiggling her back end in an attempt to crawl. It’s a little clumsy, but she’s managing. “You’re crawling! How are you this big already?”

“Can we make it stop?” You ask, a tear falling down your cheek. “She’s growing too fast.”

As she crawls into Spencer’s arms, he laughs, kissing her cheek before replying. “If only. We just have to savor her infancy while it lasts.”

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Through It All

Part 19

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,003

Warnings: Special visitors!

A/N: FLOOF.

Spencer turns over and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his back as sleep begs for you to return for just a little longer. “Don’t forget, Derek and Savannah are coming to visit today,” Spencer mumbles.

“I know,” you reply. As much as you want to go back to sleep, you’re looking forward to seeing them. The last time you saw them was just before Charlotte was born, and between babies and distance the phone was all you had to stay in touch. Spencer’s been looking forward to this for ages. “Wanna go tackle diaper and clothing changes together?”

Like zombies, you both rise from the bed and stumble into Charlotte’s nursery, but the moment you see her sitting up in her crib with an enormous smile on her face, you can’t help but wake up a little bit more. “Hello, my little flower,” Spencer says softly, picking her up and placing her on the changing table. “You sleep okay?”

Neither of you woke up during the night, so the answer must’ve been yes.

While Spencer takes care of her diaper change, you search through her mountain of clothing (She has more than you. How is this possible?) and finally find what you’re looking for - a little mint green sweatsuit with Minnie Mouse on it and Minnie ears on the hoodie. Getting her changed is actually more difficult than when she was a newborn because she has control of her limbs and basically wants them in any other area than where they need to be.

Feeding is fun though. She makes the funniest faces when she hates something and when she loves something, her eyes go wide with awe, like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, which is hysterical. While Spencer handles feeding, you make breakfast for you both, eating semi-leisurely before you have to handle the morning chores and get ready before Derek and Savannah arrive. Parent life means you have no idea where the hours go. Before you know it, there’s a knock at the door.

Setting Charlotte in front of a mountain of toys, you both go to greet your guests. With a baby, you cling to adult interactions like a magnet on a refrigerator.  

“Pretty boy!” Derek exclaims. “How ya doing?”

“Tired,” Spencer laughs softly. “But alive. You?”

Savannah walks in with Hank on her hip. “About the same. Expect being tired for the next, oh, 18 years at least. Right, Derek? How are you guys doing?” She asks, giving both of you a hug and kiss hello.

Conversation is easy, flowing as Hank and Charlotte play with each other in the living room. While they occupy each other, the four of you talk about work, and eventually Savannah and yourself stand against the refrigerator watching your boys reminisce about their days at the BAU. “Do you miss it?” Derek asks, peeking over the counter to make sure his little man is behaving himself.

Shaking his head, Spencer tips his second mug of coffee into his mouth. He still hasn’t woken up yet even though you’ve both been awake for hours. “I miss the team and seeing everyone every day, but I’m so glad I’ve made a different life for myself. I still teach and I consult every so often, so I get just enough while still being able to be at home.”

“Me too, man. At first I thought it was gonna drive me crazy, but now Savannah and the little man kick my ass enough.”

“You know it,” Savannah replies, slapping her husband on the shoulder as she throws her head back in laughter. “Plus, it’s just nice to have you home.”

Slipping into Spencer’s lap, you curl against him, all pretenses out the window as you lazily lounge there sans makeup and in the rattiest clothes imaginable. Silence falls when Hank starts talking to Charlotte and she starts babbling back. All four of you get wrapped up in how cute they are. “It’s nice to finally see you happy, kid.” Derek claps Spencer on the back. “You deserve it.”

“Cheers with coffee mugs?”

In unison, your mugs clink together and drink in celebration of your new lives. “Here’s to our families,” Spencer says.

--

After the four of you play with the babies for a while, with Spencer and Derek getting a little more into racing cars than Charlotte and Hank, you decide to chance going to a restaurant with a toddler and a 9.5 month old. You’re all craving Mexican and there’s a great place down the street that opened after Derek moved back to Chicago, so you decide to take them there. Just as you and Spencer and grabbing jackets out of the closet, Savannah screams out from the kitchen. “Umm, guys? Has Charlotte stood before?”

Like a cartoon, you do a double take at Spencer before the two of you rush out into the living room with your limbs hanging both in and out of your jackets. There’s Charlie, in the kitchen, right next to Savannah, standing next to a chair. “She’s standing!” Spencer smacks his hands to his head, practically ripping his hair out in excitement. Charlotte stares up and smiles. “Holy crap, you’re standing, Charlie!”

With tears in your eyes, you quickly slip your phone out of your pocket and press record, watching as Savannah takes hold of her tiny little hands and walks her toward Spencer, who’s crouching down at her level, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

“How is she so big already?” You ask, turning to Derek, who also has his phone out. “Does it just fly by like this?”

Glancing down to where Hank is still occupied with some matchbox cars, he replies fondly. “It really does. Feels like he started walking yesterday. Right?”

Savannah is too entranced with helping Charlotte over to Spencer to respond.

Derek slips on his coat and walks behind Spencer, clapping both of you on the shoulders. “She’s about to get into everything,” he chuckles. “Get ready.”

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Through It All

Part 21

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,153

Warnings: Biting, biting, biting. P in v. Little bit of oral. Come

A/N: This is my next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills my odaxelagenia square.

Miraculously, Charlotte is still asleep. Strips of sunlight, interrupted by the blinds on the windows, blanket your bare skin in morning warmth. It’s blinding you, but you’re too comfortable and melted into the sheets and Spencer’s embrace to move, instead choosing to close your eyes against the light.

Spencer breathes steadily, his head cradling into the back of your neck and for a few minutes you revel in the silence before he gently stirs behind you. “Mmmorning,” he mumbles, playfully squeezing one of your boobs. “Love these.”

“What, boobs? Or nice, relaxing mornings?” Turning your back against the sun, you arch yourself into Spencer’s arms and tip your head up, kissing the underside of his chin. He’s got a little bit of stubble because he hasn’t shaved in a few days, but you happen to like him with some scruff. When he palms your breasts again, you laugh.

“Both,” he insists. “But I meant these. Always been a boob man. And an ass man. You can’t make me choose.”

You love it when he gets all rambly, just allowing himself to be. Because you know that everything he’s saying is unbridled and real and raw. For years, he hadn’t allowed himself to be that way, and according to him, you were one of the only people he’d ever granted the privilege. “Charlotte still asleep?” He asks.

“Yup. Thank the gods she sleeps through the night now.” A thought re-enters your brain from the night before, and honestly the night before that. Nearly a month now. “Hey, Spence, you awake enough for a talk? Like a family talk?”

Spencer’s eyes pop open and a small smile cracks across his face. “Yea, what’s in that beautiful head of yours?” Sitting up, he pushes himself against the pillows and gathers you to his chest.

You swallow against the lump in your throat. He’s your fucking husband, so you don’t know why you’re so nervous. “You’ve always wanted more than one kid, right?”

“Yea,” he says, trailing off, a hint of a smile in his voice.

Muscles shake softly as your heartbeat races. “Do you think we’re ready for another? I’ve always wanted our kids to grow up together. Not a lot of years between them, you know?”

Spencer places his index finger underneath your chin and guides you to look at him. “Me too,” he replies. There’s that hunger in his eyes again. Even though you have dark circles under your eyes that look like they’re packing on vacation and stretch marks galore, he still looks at you like you’re the center of the universe. “Did you want to be pregnant again? Or adoption?”

Adoption had been discussed in the past. “I’m not sure just yet. I mean, I did love being pregnant with Charlotte, but my body went through a lot. And I always wonder about kids out there looking for a home, you know?”

“We don’t have to decide just yet,” he replies, nibbling gently on your shoulder. Goosebumps start to form on your skin as Spencer’s fingers ghost up and down your arms. He presses his lips to your shoulder and slowly starts kissing and nibbling up the side of your neck. “If Charlotte’s still asleep, maybe we can…?”

Chuckling under your breath, you turn toward him and place your knees on either side of his, straddling him and pinning his hardening cock in between your stomachs. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, grasping his bottom lip between your teeth. He groans at your roughness, his earlier mischievousness dissolving into something much more feral.

Hands graze up and down your back, fingernails gently scraping at your skin. You arch into him and tug hard at his bottom lip. When his eyes fly open again, they’re dark with need. “Get on your side,” he instructs, his voice a mixture of needy and early-morning husky.

Quickly, you flip over to your side into the mattress and lift your leg without Spencer even having to ask. With roughened palms, he pulls it back and grunts into your hair as he lines his cock up at your entrance. Every time, it’s like coming home. Everything feels right.

“Fuck, Spence.” You bite your lip and whine at the stretch. “Just like that.” Thrusting back onto him, you curl into yourself and grab his free hand, pulling it under your body placing it over your mound. “Finger your little pussy while you fuck me. Mark me.”

Spencer growls into your neck and grazes his teeth along the side, licking at your pulse point before biting down. You can feel his teeth push into your skin, his tongue rolling over the reddening skin to soothe it as he bucks into you. “Fuck, you get even tighter when I do this. You like being marked?”

That’s the understatement of the century.

Unable to form words, you respond by squeezing around him with each pass, rolling your hips against his sweet assault. But it’s not enough. You need him deeper and harder and faster. More. More of everything.

Words fail you. No instructions emerging. Instead, you pull off him frantically and turn around, pushing down against his shoulders so you can straddle him instead. “Need to fuck you.” He holds himself steady so you can slip back onto his length, moaning at the fullness from this angle.

Leveraging the strength in your knees, you move up and down on his length and grab his hair. “Watch.”

Spencer lets out a guttural moan that makes you smile. Makes you want to fill the air in the room with nothing but his groans. “Fuck, Y/N. Get over here.” Grabbing you by the back of the neck, he pulls you down flush against him and bites at your neck as you bounce your ass up and down.

With each pass, you change the rhythm, tighten yourself around him. You pull out any and every trick in the book to get him to bite harder, lose control. When his teeth bring that bit of pain that you’re looking for, you cry out and impale yourself on him, shaking and trembling before you quickly push back and take him in your mouth. The second your lips wrap around him he comes, pushing down on your head and sheathing himself in your throat.

Smiling, you swallow and pull off him with a satisfying pop. And as if on cue, you hear Charlotte start to stir. “I got it babe,” you laugh. “Try and calm yourself down before I get back.”

He laughs and pushes his hands through his hair. “That’s gonna be difficult.”

After a couple hours of tending to Charlotte’s needs and getting ready for your day outing with the BAU, you dress strategically, popping your jacket collar and fixing it so that no one else will be able to see the marks he left on you.

That’s just for you.

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[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 31

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,469

Warnings: Exhibitionism, p in v. 

A/N: The next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills my sex in a car square.

Somehow, Morgan and Blake are already two months old. They recognize your faces now, their gazes trailing yours and Spencer’s movements. Colors are starting to get more cemented in their view. They get bigger and bigger each day. It’s astounding how quickly they grow. But man do you need a break.

Spencer’s orchestrated it yet again, inviting his mother and your parents over to the apartment to watch the kids. Your parents have met Blake and Morgan before, but it’s Diana’s first time and she’s in awe. “I know they can’t technically look like you, but they have your eyes,” Diana laughs. “When you get home will we be able to spend a little time together before I go back?”

“Absolutely,” he says, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Her medication is stable but he still sees twinges of her losing her memory, so even though he knows you’ll both be tired after your little day away, he assures her they’ll have dinner together before he drives her back. “We’ll be back tomorrow night, okay? For now, bask in the babies.”

“Oh, I will,” she coos.

---

As soon as you get in the car, you ask Spencer where you’re going, but he refuses to let you in on his little secret. He just assures you that it’s going to be a fun time and allows you to drift off to sleep in the passenger side seat.

A little over three hours pass before a bump in the road wakes you up. It’s probably the most peaceful sleep you’ve had since the twins came home. “Are we near Virginia Beach?”

“Yup. I know you said you used to go when you were a kid, so I figured you’d enjoy going back.”

You practically start to cry. “When the babies are older we should bring the whole family here.”

Spencer reaches over with his free hand and slips his fingers in yours. “Family. Never thought I’d have that.”

When you look over, you see his eyes wet with tears. “I know, but you do. It’s real. We’re real.”

“That we are,” he smiles.

---

After sunset, you pull into the hotel parking lot. It doesn’t look like a normal hotel. It’s not a Hilton or a Marriott. It’s a smaller-in-comparison place called The Tapestry that looks like a small winery. Rain-worn wood and white-trimmed windows. And it’s just a short drive to the beach so right after checking in you get back into the car and make the drive.

Most people are leaving because the sun has already set but instead you allow the gentle lapping waves to beckon you toward the shore. You sigh as Spencer cracks open the front windows and turns off the ignition. Though the waves are soft, no white caps indicative of an incoming storm, the second the world goes quiet around you, the sound of the ocean begins to almost purr, lulling you into contemplative relaxation. “Wanna cuddle in the backseat?” You ask hopefully.

Spencer is all limbs and smiles as he fumbles his way into the back of the car before holding his arms out to welcome you into his embrace. Even though you aren’t standing up, you somehow trip into him, smashing your face into his chest which causes you both to lose your breath in a fit of laughter. “This was necessary,” Spencer sighs.

With lithe fingers, he strokes up and down your arm, fingernail grazing your skin just so, sending shivers down your spine. Gentle or firm, his touch drives you crazy and suddenly a dirty thought enters your mind. “Sir?”

Immediately, you feel him stir. “Yes, love?”

“You never got to do any impulsive teenage things like have sex in the backseat of a car?” You give him a big, shining smile, knowing the answer and how the idea will roll around in his head.

Spencer takes a quick glance around before replying, his hands skimming under the hem of your shirt as he does. “No, too busy with school. Help me?”

Without a thought to who might see, you slip your shirt up over your head and throw it on the floor next to you, before dipping your lips to his neck to trail along behind his ear. He shivers and gathers you close, breathing heavily into your ear.

Reaching between you, you unzip his jeans. He sits up ever so slightly to allow you to push his pants down below his knees before sitting down again. When he grasps your waist and pulls your sex flush with him, you grind slowly against his cock, losing yourself in how quickly and easily you affect him.

Spencer bits down on your ear as you line his cock against your entrance, sliding down with ease, the mix of pleasure and pain shooting straight through you. “As most teenagers, I’m probably going to shoot off like a bottle rocket,” Spencer says, laughing into your mouth, his hips thrusting upward of their own accord.

“Me too, it’s okay.” You’ve had sex in front of a room full of people before and yet the idea of getting caught is revving you up in ways you hadn’t thought possible. Out the back window, you’re keeping an eye out for incoming headlights. “I think someone’s coming.”

Spencer grabs your face and tongues at your mouth. “I don’t care. Let them see.”

You laugh and begin to swirl your hips in figure eights just as the car pulls up a few spots away. Thankfully, it’s not a cop, it’s only a horrified older couple that quickly backs up and drives away upon seeing you. Laughing, you throw your head back and caress your breasts, offering them to Spencer as he latches on. “I think you liked that a little too much,” he teases.

“Not me,” you say playfully, whimpering as he nips at your taut peaks. “Why would I like that?”

“Because you’re my little slut,” he replies. With both hands, he grasps your hips and holds you in place as he thrusts upward with no abandon, crying out your name as you tighten around him, shaking. Spencer rakes his fingernails up your back as your trembling subsides. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

“What? Exhibitionism?”

“Yea,” he laughs, kissing along your collarbone.

“I don’t know, but I suggest we do more of it. How about a movie theater? We’ll go to one we know won’t be packed, sit in the back and try to get each other off while being as quiet as possible.”

“You’re so kinky,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Just one of the many reasons you married me.”

Disentangling yourselves, you both redress as much as possible and drive back to the hotel, quickly stumbling into your room where the clothes once again fly.

---

The next morning, you lazily make love in the shower before going to grab breakfast. He brings you to the same restaurant you used to go to as a child, reveling in the big buffet and stuffing yourself full. “What’s next?” You ask happily, practically jumping up and down. Not that you aren’t still young, but having children puts your life in a different perspective. Having this time to breathe allows you to just be again, filling you with childlike joy.

Spencer reenacts your trips with your family step-by-step, first taking you to the Virginia Aquarium. You’d always loved watching the sea turtles, so you sit there for nearly two hours, in silence, with Spencer’s arm wrapped around you.

The entire day is planned. He takes you to lunch and then for a walk through the state park before driving you to the Norfolk Botanical Gardens. As you glide along the path hand-in-hand, Spencer leads you through a maze of colorful flowers, butterflies fluttering delicately all around you until you reach a gazebo practically crawling with red roses.

Underneath the sprawling ivy and red roses, Spencer gathers you close and pulls out a smallish velvet box, definitely not a ring, but something sparkly. “You proposing again?” You laugh.

All he does is smile.

When you open the box, the gleaming metal catches the sun’s rays and brings attention to the heart lock. It’s sterling silver with rose-gold accents and has a key sitting just beside the heart. Spencer steps closer, slipping the bracelet out of its box and around your wrist. “With three babies, I know life is hectic and we don’t always get to do the things we used to do, so I bought this. Every time you look at it, I want you to take comfort in knowing that you’ll always be mine.”

As your eyes fill with tears, you pull him into a heated kiss, only breaking away when you hear someone else approaching. “Thank you, Sir. I’m where I’m meant to be.”

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[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 15

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,279

Warnings: Switching, blowjobs, riding, sex, blindfolds, Domme!Reader, Sub!Spence.

A/N: My next entry for @cm-kinkbingo​ run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt​. This fulfills my switch square.

Mirrors are supposed to show your reflection, but apparently not. Staring back at you is a woman with sunken eyes who looks like she’s been punched. This woman’s hair is practically standing on end. Her lips are cracked. She’s a hot fucking mess. But as Spencer instructed, you look in the mirror and admire how shiny your hair is. It’s all over the place, but it’s shiny. Win.

Charlotte has an ear infection, so she’s been crying constantly. Not as bad as the first time she got sick when she was younger, but pretty bad. After work is more work. Getting home means starting dinner (if you’re home before Spencer), doing laundry, washing dishes, vacuuming, cleaning up Charlotte’s messes, changing her diapers. It’s an absolute never-ending cycle. There’s no control. And then it dawns on you.

Walking out of the bathroom, you step back into the kitchen where Spencer is attempting to play peek-a-boo with Charlotte. “Hey, Spence?”

“Yea? Everything okay?”

“Uh, yea, I’m just feeling really frazzled and out of control so I was wondering if we might try that switching thing tonight?” You give him a big cheesy grin and clutch your hands together. “Please?”

Spencer smiles, his hands still hiding his face in an attempt to get a reaction from the little one. “Sure. I’m looking forward to it. You have any ideas?”

“Mayyyybe.”

There’s a gleam in his eyes that you recognize as the kind of look you get when Spencer teases you about the night’s plans. It makes you feel good.

Somehow, your overwrought nerves manage to make it through dinner and getting Charlotte to sleep. She almost sleeps through the night yet. Another month or so and she’ll be sleeping through. “Wanna go to bed?” Spencer asks, grin wide and wild.

Nodding, you get up on your tiptoes and kiss him. “Yea, I’ll be right there. Why don’t you go in first, get totally naked for me and I’ll be right there?”

“Yes ma’am.”

As he walks away, you have to resist the temptation to just chase right after him and jump his bones, instead deciding to sit by Charlotte’s crib for a few more minutes, just watching how peaceful she looks. Once enough time has passed, you walk confidently into your bedroom to see Spencer lounging against some propped up pillows in all his naked glory. When Spencer goes to talk, you shush him. “Did I ask for you to speak?”

“No,” he says, zipping his lips with his fingers. He looks proud. And aroused.

Slipping off your tank top to reveal your new lacy, light pink bra, you watch Spencer’s eyes widen. Your boobs are still pretty big, because you’re still breastfeeding, but you’d indulged in one new bra to accommodate your larger girls. Spencer hasn’t seen before, and by the subtle twitch of his cock, you can tell he enjoys the view.

You turn around and bend over, wiggling your ass just so as you search for what you need. A metal clink and cool steel sent a shiver up your spine. Turning around, you smile at Spencer and swing the cuffs around your finger. These are the real deal because Spencer purposely forgot to give them back once he retired from the BAU. “Hands above your head.”

Spencer complies without a word, a smirk crossing his lips as you dip onto the mattress and fasten the cuffs around his wrists. “Make sure you keep your hands gripping the headboard. If you let go more than once, I’ll edge you three times before I let you come.”

He bites his lip, undoubtedly tempted to disobey just for the sake of getting your lips around his cock. It’s what you normally do in his position. Hopefully he’ll be a good boy. You grab a silk scarf out of your drawer and hold it out to him, silently asking if he’s okay with being blindfolded.

When he nods, you crawl back onto the bed and straddle him, rubbing back and forth against him as you tie the scarf around the back of his head. “Comfortable?”

“Yea, I’m good. I mean, I want you to ride me more than I can possibly express, but I’m comfortable.”

Snickering to yourself, you slip off the bed and remove your pants, panties and bra, pinching at your nipples and bringing them to taut peaks before getting back on the bed to straddle his lower legs. You bend forward and grip his cock in one hand, running your tongue up the underside. Using your saliva, you run your hand up and down, twirling your hand around the head of his cock before starting the process over again.

With each twist, you graze that area just under the head that drives him crazy, and soon enough, he’s bucking into your hand. “Can I come?” He asks.

“I don’t think so,” you reply, smiling wide.

Spencer huffs and tries to control himself as you take all of him into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You gag and pull up, spit pooling around the base of his shaft, which you use to cup his balls. “Do you wanna come down my throat, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Ask me?”

“Can I come down your throat?”

“Thank you for asking. Yes, you may,” you laugh. You return to your earlier motions, taking all of him with each pass of your mouth, your hands following in your wake. Sucking cock makes you feel powerful, even if you’re on the ‘bottom.’ Watching him as he comes undone, knowing it’s you that’s making it happen? One of the best feelings in the world.

Every time he hits the back of your throat, you hear him moan, and it only makes you want to move faster. As his muscles tighten, you lightly squeeze his balls and sheath yourself on him, mumbling your approval around him when he comes; the tang of him is heady and rich and you swallow it all down appreciatively. “Good job, baby. Do you want me to ride that cock now?”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

“Would you like the blindfold off?”

He nods, and you push the scarf down around his neck before cupping your own breasts, heavy and full. Knees astride, you tilt his head down so he’s looking at where you’re touching him. “Watch while I sink onto you.”

Spencer growls and it makes you smile. He’s having a hard time controlling himself. Good. Now he knows exactly where you’re coming from when he’s telling you not to come.

Moaning, you toss your head back and pinch one of your nipples, which makes you tighten around him. “God, you feel so good, Spence.”

You bend down, body flush against his as you move your hips up and down, tightening your walls around him with each pass. Glancing up, you see his hands move away from the headboard, so you smack them. “Keep them up there or you don’t get to come again,” you command.

Spencer grabs the headboard again and cranes his head up, nipping at your neck as you continue to thrust down onto him. “Come on my cock,” he says, his voice husky and tight.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please, come on my cock, Y/N. Fuck me.”

Hearing him beg is something you could get used to - on occasion. Warmth floods your entire body at his words and you start to tremble around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you breathe. “Gonne come.”

As you clench around him, he growls, gripping the headboard so hard his knuckles go white. “Shit, Y/N. I- I could do that on occasion...I mean...if you want.”

“Oh believe me, I want.”

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