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Instinct (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer explains the biology of sex to Reader during the act. Request: Spencer Reid explaining what happens to your body during an orgasm while giving you one 🥵 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Fingering, biological processes, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mild degradation/dumbification Word Count: 1k

MASTERLIST

When you find yourself in Spencer’s bed, there is no time to wonder what led you there. You have no interest in debating it, either. Your attention is diverted, devoted to more pressing things—things like the feel of his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck.

You’d never even allowed yourself to wonder what instinct drove you straight into his arms… not until his mouth shifts to your ear.

“Do you want to know why you’re really here?” he asks.

You nod before you’ve even considered the question.

This was the correct answer, and he rewards you by sneaking a hand between your thighs.

“You’re here because I want you to be,” he says, “and humans are, at their core, simple animals acting on the same instinct as everything else.”

You try to focus on the words he’s saying but you’re too caught up in how beautiful his voice sounds. You are also distracted by his fingers that gently cup your heat.

He pauses, his chest heaving with excitement as he taunts, “You wanna feel good, right?”

You try to nod, but he’s already speaking.

“I know, sweetheart.”

Mercifully, two fingers slide between slick folds. Your back arches forward, seeking to feel the weight of his body but he stays too far away.

He just watches you with a clever smirk. Your stomach tenses under the lustful gaze, but you say nothing.

It’s the right answer.

“You know, your brain actually changes when I touch you like this,” he chuckles.

His fingers continue to trace the outline of your heat but fail to breach the entrance. He is movingly entirely too slow and seems to be taking far too much pleasure in your squirming. 

“The part of your brain that dictates your values and how to make decisions… that’s long gone.”

You know you’re supposed to nod, but you whimper, instead.

“No fear, no anxiety, no pain,” he hums, “your mind can only focus on one thing…”

“Please,” you beg.

He punishes your interruption by sinking both fingers into you without warning.

“Me,” he confirms, “All you can think about is how to get me to keep touching you like this.”

You cry out for him, reach for him like a tether.

He more than lets you. He revels in your nails digging into his skin.

“Your heart and lungs are working so hard, but they can’t keep up.”

Spencer’s motions are faster, his fingers thrusting into you with a ruthless pace. Exactly as he said, you are gasping for air between desperate moans.

But he just prattles on, still sporting that dark, almost condescending smirk.

“Do you want to know why your thalamus is active during sex? It’s because it helps integrate memories. Memories about touch and those secret last-second thoughts just before you fall apart.”

You can’t focus enough to even try to conjure a fantasy beyond his fingers that you are figuratively and literally wrapped around.

He has you exactly where he wants you at the precipice of oblivion. Only then does he remove his fingers and drags them over the swollen pearl at your crest.

“What are you thinking about?” he teases.

“You,” you gasp.

It’s the right answer.

Spencer is quick to kiss you, his lips crashing against yours while his fingers feverishly stroke at the most sensitive part of you. His tongue sneaks between your teeth until you feel there is no part of you he hasn’t claimed.

You sob against his lips while your body writhes beneath him. You tremble with tension and overwhelming relief until you collapse back into the bed.

Spencer, though, seems unfazed by your exhaustion. Instead, he pulls his hand back and continues his lecture despite your glazed-over eyes.

“Now you’re here. Dopamine is rushing through your body. You might think it’s just about pleasure, but you’re actually learning.”

He stalks closer, crawling over your half-limp body. His eyes are still burning with that same predatory look.

“Right now your body is telling you that I know how to fulfill your needs and it’s trying to figure out how to make sure I’ll do it again and again and again.”

With the same hand he used to touch you, Spencer touches himself.

“But see, this is where it happens. These formative moments when you’re nothing but a blissful mess, that’s how I make sure you come back to my bed.”

He lines himself up against aching folds. He groans at the nearly formed wetness, but he hesitates to push forward.

“Right now your body is begging you to find someone, anyone to take care of you,” he says with great satisfaction. “This is the most important moment, when your blood coursing with dopamine, oxytocin, vasopressin, and prolactin…”

Then, right before he fills you past your breaking point, he chuckles against your lips.

“This is where you fall in love.”

As if on command, your body clings to him. You wrap all your limbs around him and try to bring him closer somehow.

But he’s already too close. Each time his hips crash into yours, you can feel him bottom out with an almost euphoric jolt of pain.

You can feel it, the truth in everything he’s said. His skin burns into yours as your heart struggles to keep up with the slew of sensations. Your chest, face, and neck are on fire, and he seems dedicated to trying to quell that heat with feverish lips.

After what feels like forever and not nearly long enough, he fucks you even harder. His teeth sink into your neck and the almost-pain makes you shiver.

“Do it again,” he growls against bruised skin, “Come for me.”

With a particularly brutal thrust, he fills you until you have no other choice. Your body snaps, seizes around him and begs him to reward you one final time.

You feel the gentle waves of warmth, the heavy throbbing of his cock as he joins you in the bliss. Your bodies begin to slow from frantic motions until you are left cradled in an exhausted embrace.

Spencer moves just enough to be able to kiss you, soft and slow and without any hint of pain.

And you know that… is exactly why you're there.

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Foxy always knows how to make me giggle and kick my feet 🥰 even mid-smut lmao ❤️

Afternoon Delight

Summary: You didn’t have sleep in mind when you asked Spencer to take a nap with you

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Smut, Fluff

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Softdom!Spencer, praising, teasing, grinding, handjob, fingering, rough sex, unprotected penetrative sex

Word count: 2.1k

Masterlist

With a dramatic sigh you closed the laptop in front of you and stretched your arms over your head, announcing, “I need a break!”

Spencer looked up from his book to find your eyes. “Study breaks are very important. You’ll be able to focus a lot better afterwards,” he explained. “Do you want coffee?” 

“No,” you said with a smirk forming on your face. “I wanna go lie down with you.”

Spencer obviously did not get the hint and declined, “I’m not tired but you can take a nap if you want.” 

You got up from your desk to move over to the couch, sitting down right beside your boyfriend. In an instant you could feel the heat radiating from his body. It was almost ridiculous how much you craved his nearness, even after many months of spending most nights together. There was just something about him that almost drove you insane. 

“Did you know that short naps are highly efficient and can help improve productivity. You just have to make sure not to sleep for too long,” he explained in his usual rambling manner. He was still oblivious about your true intentions.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded and winked at him. “What if I took my clothes off for my nap?”

Spencer raised his eyebrows and thought about it for a split second. “Some studies suggest that sleeping naked can have a positive effect on your sleep quality. But knowing you, I’d assume you would get too cold to be comfortable.” 

“So, would you help me get warm?” You chirped, hoping that he’d finally understand what you wanted. 

His eyebrows furrowed at your question, obviously confused about what you were talking about. “I would,” he said, “but it’s probably easier if you just wore clothes, like you usually do when you sleep.”

Usually it didn’t take this long for Spencer to understand when you wanted him. He’d catch onto your playful tone or simply read your body language. He apparently really took your word for it when you told him earlier that you were determined to get your work done with zero distractions. 

But even being in the same room as Spencer was more distracting than you could have ever imagined. 

“Can I tell you a secret,” you snickered as you moved even closer to him. “I’m not really tired.”

The poor doctor looked at you more puzzled than ever. “Then why would you want to take a nap?”

There was barely any space between the two of you left at this point. It still took him a few more seconds to interpret your mischievous grin correctly. 

“Oh!” He laughed. “You want to sleep with me.”

“Wow, I really need to work on my seduction skills,” you giggled while climbing into Spencer’s lap. 

“You’re usually pretty good at it,” he chuckled.

He smiled against your lips when your mouths finally met. With more fervor than you had anticipated he started kissing you, while his hands pulled your hips even closer against his body. His tongue begged for entrance, joining yours in a dance that let heat rush through your entire body. 

It only took a few more moments until you felt a familiar hardness straining against his pants. 

You started to rock your hips ever so slightly while breathing against his lips, “Seems like it’s working.”

Your boyfriend leaned back to look at you. One of his hands found your face and his fingertips began tracing along your cheek. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he cooed. “How could I ever refuse you anything?” 

The hunger in his eyes only grew when a timid sigh fell from your lips. He watched intently as you kept grinding against him while the tension in your body only grew. His hardness twitched against your clothed core as you used his body for your own pleasure. 

“So needy,” he purred as he watched you moving in his lap.

The friction your motions created was making you desperate but it wasn’t enough for you. Spencer knew that, too. He still wanted to see how long it would take you to start begging for him. 

His fingertips were buried into the supple flesh of your hips, keeping you close to him as you started to struggle to keep moving. With your face buried into his neck, he could feel your hot, heavy breath against his skin. 

It was too much and not enough for you at the same time. The lace of your underwear was soaked with your essence at this point. You felt like you might combust if you didn’t find release anytime soon. 

“Please,” you finally whispered into his ear, desperate for him to take over. 

“What is it, my sweet girl?” He chuckled as he leaned back to find your eyes. “What do you need?”

The smirk on his face revealed that he knew exactly what you needed. He just wanted to hear you say it. 

“Please… I need you,” you begged. 

He found your lips in a kiss, soft and sweet like a silent promise to always take care of you. When he motioned for you to get off his lap, you whined at the loss of pressure against your center. 

“I know, love,” he cooed. “Just be patient for me.”

Your legs felt weak when you stood in front of him, waiting for his next move. He got up from the couch and took your hand, leading you to the bedroom, where he slowly began undressing you. The second your bra dropped to the floor, his fingers began toying with your nipples. His thumbs brushed over your hardened peaks while he kissed you again. 

You really tried to be good for him while he took care of you but it became almost too much. You took a few steps back to lean against the closest wall, your knees suddenly couldn’t be trusted to hold you upright anymore. Spencer followed without a comment, clearly enjoying witnessing your desperation. 

His hands were still on your breasts, caressing them just the way he knew you liked. When his palms finally descended further down your body, a relieved sigh fell from your lips. He removed the remaining pieces of clothing until you stood completely nude in front of him. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured against your neck. “So patient with me.” 

Hearing his praise aroused you even more and you could feel your desire dripping down your inner thighs. You knew it wouldn’t be long now until he’d let you feel him. He took a step back to let his eyes roam over your body while he undid the buttons of his shirt. 

“You’re so handsome,” you mumbled and noticed a rosy shade spreading over his cheeks as he kept undressing.

When he finally revealed his body to you, you could barely take your eyes off him. Closing the distance once more, your hand dared to make contact with his cock. Spencer’s eyes widened at your touch and it became obvious that he struggled to keep up his demeanor. He would never admit it but he was just as desperate as you were. 

His hardness felt hot and heavy against your palm and his tip was already leaking when you began moving your hand. Spencer’s breath hitched right before a moan escaped his throat, a sound so sinful it almost drove you insane. He indulged in the sensation a few more moments before he took over the situation once more. 

“Get on the bed,” he demanded with a firm tone and you did as he said. 

However, when you lay down on the mattress he shook his head. “No, I want you on your knees.”

You didn’t need further instruction to know exactly how he wanted you. You turned around,  got on your knees and bent over, your forearms pressing into the mattress. Heat rushed to your face when you took in the position he wanted you in, aware of the view you gave him. 

He stood right behind you when he purred, “So pretty. I love seeing you like this.” 

His hand made contact with your backside, grabbing your flesh before descending down to your cunt. Your glistening folds were so sensitive that your entire body trembled at the sudden contact. He let his fingertips glide through your slit before focussing on your already swollen nub. 

“You’re dripping wet and I have barely touched you.”

You were already too far gone to even respond to that. A fit of moans fell from your lips and you buried your face into the sheets to stifle the sounds. Spencer’s free hand found your hair and gently tugged on it to turn your head. 

“Don’t hide those beautiful moans from me. I want to hear what I do to you.” 

When he finally entered you with two of his fingers, you couldn’t help but grind your hips back against his hand. He curled his digits inside you, pushing against your walls to finally help you fall over the edge. As much as you loved feeling his fingers inside of you, you were still desperate to feel more of him. 

You needed all of him. It was impossible to wait any longer. 

“Please,” you pleaded once more. “Please, Spencer.” 

“What do you need, my love?” This time his question seemed genuine. 

“I need you,” you mumbled. “Need you inside me.” 

“I am inside you,” he teased with a playful tone in his voice. 

“No,” you whined. “I need your cock!” 

The crudeness of your words shocked and excited the both of you at the same time. Spencer finally gave in, granting you what you had been begging for all along. He removed his hand and positioned himself behind you before he let his tip glide through your folds to cover himself with your arousal. 

Then, without another warning, he pushed into you with one swift motion. He didn’t give you time to adjust to the intrusion, instead he instantly began fucking you with a ruthless pace. His hands gripped your hips to keep you in place. His fingertips were buried into your skin so deeply, you were sure to find bruises tomorrow.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “Feels so good.” 

He gave you exactly what you needed, pushing into you over and over again until your mind was completely blank. You couldn’t think about anything but him, how he handled your body, how he filled you out so deliciously, how only him could make you feel so good. The pressure inside you grew as the room filled with your moans and the filthy sounds of your bodies colliding. 

“You love it when I take you from behind, don’t you my sweet girl?” 

“Yes!” you cried as you started dancing along the brink of euphoria. Even though you could barely take his forceful thrusts, you still wanted more. “Harder!” 

The entire bed shook under the force of his motions until he felt your walls tighten around him. With a few more skillful strokes he pushed you over the edge, feeling you pulsing around his erection as your orgasm washed over you. Spencer slowed down to let you ride out your high, watching how your entire body trembled with pleasure. 

When he slipped out of you, he was still painfully hard. As pleasurable as this position was for the both of you, he craved your nearness more than to find quick release. 

Spencer Reid was a romantic after all. 

“Can you turn around for me, please,” he cooed. 

You did as he said and welcomed your boyfriend on top of you. His demeanor had changed when he entered you again, his motions were slower but still purposeful. His facial features were soft and his eyes filled with adoration for you. You wrapped your legs and arms around him to keep him impossibly close before capturing his lips in a soft kiss. 

“I love you,” he breathed against your lips. 

“I love you more.”

It didn’t take long for Spencer’s movements to get erratic as he got close to his own climax. 

“I’m so close,” he sighed. “You feel so good.” 

You ground your hips against his, intensifying his thrusts. You kissed his lips once more before whispering, “Come inside me.”

That was all it took for him. His body began quivering as he throbbed inside you, sharing his warmth with you until he had nothing left to give. After he caught his breath, he gently moved a strand of hair out of your face before softly kissing your forehead, your nose, your cheeks and finally, your lips. 

You still held him close inside your arms, refusing to let him go just yet. Your bodies were still connected even after he had gone soft. Spencer tried to move but you didn’t let him, still craving to have him close.

“Just a little bit longer,” you sighed.

“I’ll stay for as long as you need me to.”

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

Sunscreen & Statistics (S.R.)

Summary: Reader asks for Spencer’s help putting on sunscreen (and washing it off after).  Request: Spencer lecturing Reader on the statistics of wearing sunscreen, but his mind going blank when reader needs him to help put it on. A/N: This is my (first) entry to my Summer Sunshine Challenge! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Spencer POV, so much sexual tension, mutual pining, heavy petting, fingering, rough sex, unprotected penetrative sex, coworker relationship, so many statistics (showers, skin cancer, sunscreen, sex), schizophrenia mention, Reader wears a bikini Word Count: 5.6k

MASTERLIST

It was a beautiful day—the kind that artists had attempted to capture through many mediums. The summer sun was relentless, stretching its rays across every inch of the region. Even the shade hardly seemed spared, with bits of bright light slipping between green rustling leaves.

This seemingly idyllic set of circumstances offered the BAU a wonderful excuse to stay behind on the sunnier coast. Everyone was quick to buy new bathing suits and Rossi had already begrudgingly extended an invitation for everyone to stay at his favorite luxury hotel (on his dime, of course, or none of us would’ve made it).

The celebrations were already in full swing, and everyone was blissfully happy. It was, after all, the perfect day to hang out by the pool. So, they did. Each and every one…

Except for me. I stayed inside.

I wasn’t trying to ruin the fun. I had my reasons. Some were more reasonable than others.

Others were scary and slightly embarrassing. They wore a smile so bright it would rival the sun and managed to make me turn red even quicker than the star could. The kind of reason that turned me to nothing but a blubbering mess of a man.

I should’ve known better than to try to avoid her, though. Because that reason, that very important and tempting enchantress of a reason, always seemed to find me at the most inopportune time.

“Are you still hiding in here?”

I nearly jumped through my skin at the sound.

“No!”

I turned to find her staring back with an entertained, albeit disbelieving stare.

“Sort of. Maybe,” I felt compelled to continue.

When she still didn’t believe me—for obvious reasons—I finally conceded, “Yes.”

To my joy and eternal shame, she laughed like it had been an intentional joke.

“Well, I got banished back inside because I forgot sunscreen, so I’m trying to figure out where JJ left her bag,” she sighed.

Thankfully, that had been something I could help with. Despite everyone’s enthusiasm when they’d tossed the bags into the center of the suite lobby, I had managed to determine who owned which brightly colored pattern.

From my seat in the center, I reached over to pull JJ’s bag from the fray.

As soon as (y/n) spotted the motion, she was quick to exclaim, “My hero!”

Immediately, I felt the blood rush to my face.

I suppose there were worse places it could have gone.

“How did you forget sunscreen?” I asked.

“I hate the way it feels, so I almost never wear it unless forced,” she shrugged. Then, she turned to me, pointing the bottle like a weapon as she explained, “Plus, it always feels like they’re trying to trick me with all the numbers. I don’t know what SPF is. They could just be lying to me.”

“Well, the good news is that even a weak sunscreen is helpful,” I tried to reassure her. “Regular daily use of at least 15 SPF can reduce your risk of squamous cell carcinoma and melanoma by up to 50%.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. I can tell you more about this product specifically, if you want.”

When I held out my hand, she was quick to hand me the bottle. I was, in turn, very happy to have an excuse to look at something other than her before all the blood left my brain.

“Okay, so, this one is an interesting formula. It offers a decent coverage and—,” I started, but my voice died just as soon as I looked up.

Because there she was, pulling her top over her head to reveal the barely-there bikini beneath it.

I knew I only had a few seconds to shamelessly ogle her before she would find out, and I greedily accepted the sight of soft curves that all consisted of and led to her.

My eyes traversed her body the way I wished my hands could until I was left practically trembling.

The blood wasn’t in my face anymore. It wasn’t even anywhere near my brain. To the point I’d barely even noticed she’d already taken her pants off until her voice snapped me back to reality.

“And what?” she said.

“What?”

“… You stopped talking.”

“I did?”

She reached forward and grabbed the bottle from my hand. If she’d noticed the way I had been looking at her, she didn’t say anything about it. She just sort of… smiled.

“Are you alright, Doctor?” she asked.

“Yes,” I lied.

I might’ve been able to answer honestly if it hadn’t been for the way she dumped the contents of the bottle into her hand and began lathering it over her legs.

“A-Anyways,” I tried to continue. With a wavering voice and wandering eyes, I rambled, “to maximize protection you should really use about an ounce of sunscreen with an SPF of 30. Anything over 30 is, well, like you suggested, sort of a scam.”

All the while, there she was, smoothing over slick skin that smelled like summer.

“An ounce, huh?” she hummed as her hands traveled between pillowy thighs to coat skin the sun could rarely reach. “Feels like you could make it a drinking game with enough motivation.”

“Drinking alcohol actually dramatically increases your risk of sunburn, so you should definitely wear more sunscreen if you’re drinking,” I muttered absently while my eyes stayed firmly fixed between her thighs long after her hands had abandoned the area.

“Noted,” she said, the end of the word tinged with a little bit of amusement.

I looked up at her to try to understand what had excited her, or perhaps annoyed her.

Or at least, I tried to look at her face. My eyes made a few involuntarily stops along the way. Once they settled safely back on her smile, however, she was quick to get my blood pumping in a different way.

“So, will you help me?” she asked.

“With what?”

She scoffed, then laughed.

“… the sunscreen? Duh.”

Despite my best efforts to make any sense of the request, I was, once again, a hopeless, lovesick idiot.

“W-What?” I babbled, “You… You want me to put it on? You?”

“I can ask JJ if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No!” I blurted out with both hands raised in opposition or surrender.

Didn’t seem to matter which.

I tried to explain it away, but my attempts to bolster my good character seemed even less convincing than the sudden outburst.

“N-No, no it’s fine. I-It’s… why would that make me… uncomfortable? I’m fine. I can do it.”

“Wow. Convincing,” she teased.

And that is what it was. There was no anger in her tone; not even a hint of resentment. She laughed, and I did, too.

“Okay, I admit that wasn’t very convincing. But seriously, I can do it. Promise.”

She spoke through her teeth when she muttered, “Whatever you say.”

When she tossed me the bottle back, we were both surprised to find that I’d caught it.

My hands, still shaky, were quick to close the gap between our bodies. The sunscreen felt nearly frigid compared to our skin, but she didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, she rewarded the sensation with a dreamy sigh and a slight arching of her back.

That motion, however small, felt like fire to an already ruined man. I tried to stay focused on more innocent areas. I worked my hands over knotted muscles in her shoulder and tried to free her of those burdens, too. With each swipe of my thumbs, she would let out the most delicious rumble that made me want to do it again.

Each time that I pulled away to add more, I came back a few inches lower until my fingers nearly slipped beneath the top of her bikini bottoms.

At that moment, with her arched lower back pressed against my palms and my fingers brushing against the little fabric between us, she shivered. Silently, I watched as the goosebumps covered her skin like a sheet.

Reaching forward to grab hold of the couch in front of her, she arched her back once more. The movement seemed intentional, closing a couple inches of the distance between us until there was almost nothing.

With more speed than I’d intended, I stepped back and nearly fell.

“O-Okay, I-I think that’s it!” I said with a squeak.

To my dismay, she stayed exactly where she was for a long moment. In fact, she deepened the stretch and fell forward with a sigh before she whined, “Shame.”

I tried to calm my fast beating heart while simultaneously trying to run from the thoughts that continued to chase me the longer she stayed bent over. My hands were still buzzing from the contact, and I felt almost lightheaded from the strength of the unrelenting erection still struggling against compression shorts underneath my pants.

(I had been right that I would need them if she was going to be there.)

And there she was, finally standing and stretching her arms over her head. They dropped back down and I couldn’t stop myself from admiring the effect of physics on her chest.

“It felt nice to be touched like that,” she sighed.

I couldn’t respond to that without making a complete fool of myself, so I tried to distance myself from the moment, instead.

“You’re actually supposed to wait 30 minutes after application to go into the sun, but, y-you can probably just sit in the shade and wait.”

“Did you already apply yours?”

“I’m not taking off my clothes so I could do it myself,” I explained.

I should’ve known better than to doubt her ability to get whatever she wanted—which, at the moment seemed to be my catastrophic defeat.

“Well, that’s not fair,” she whined, “I want to return the favor!”

“I-I mean… I’ll probably have to reapply it to my face soon, but I doubt you want to—.”

“Awe! Fun!” she cried before I could finish the thought, “Gimme!”

“Oh… um, okay.”

I handed her the bottle and whatever I still had of my heart. With expert fingers, she spread the chilly contents over my cheeks. We were both smiling, the expressions growing wider and more genuine as she started to play with pliable skin.

I involuntarily joined in on her laughter. Her hands and eyes were so warm, I couldn’t help but melt into a puddle in her palms.

The moment ended far too quickly. I missed her immediately, but she made sure that my smile didn’t fade.

“There. You’re only sort of pasty now,” she sighed contentedly before adding, “Mostly red, actually.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” I grumbled back. The sarcastic tilt to the sound wasn’t lost on her.

I realized in that awkward, somehow lonely quiet that I loved her more than I’d thought.

I almost wanted to tell her. I’d even opened my mouth, ready to spill the contents of my soul and hope for the best.

I never got a chance, though. Because before I’d uttered a single syllable, she jumped with her own realization.

“Oh, I forgot the most important part!”

“What?”

She turned away from me and dove her attention into the pile of bags without further explanation. I watched as she dug through clothing and whatever else she’d stuffed into her tote until she stood triumphantly with a closed fist.

“What?” I asked again.

She held up a single finger in reply.

I followed her instruction, waiting patiently as I watched her uncap a small tube of chapstick and use it to thoroughly coat her lips. Once again, I was left to shamelessly stare at a beautiful woman as she dutifully cared for herself in a way I’d wished I could.

Swallowing the lump in my throat that carried heartfelt confessions, I spoke again.

“What am I waiting for, exactly?” I teased.

Her eyes narrowed with what seemed to be a playful warning.

“Sunscreen application,” she explained flatly, “Duh.”

I paused. My head cocked to the side and my face twisted as I struggled to find any explanation for why she’d needed me for this part.

“Wha—?”

Then, just when I’d started to speak, it hit me all at once.

And by that, I mean she kissed me.

With both hands cupping already-reddened cheeks, she pulled me forward until I could taste flavored lip balm and her.

Her lips opened, sliding against mine with an undeniable affection that made my whole body tense. I tried to hold her, but it all happened so quickly that by the time I raised my hands to her arms, she was almost gone.

“There!” she said happily, “Now we’re ready.”

For what? I wanted to ask.

But before I could make myself speak, she was already gone.

I spent the next several hours outside.

The rest of the team seemed both surprised and not surprised about my decision to join them. After all, everyone knew I didn’t particularly enjoy pools or any body of water, and, despite my Vegas origins, the sun and I didn’t quite get along.

But they also knew I liked her.

It had never been more obvious than it was that day, when I emerged from the safety of darkness with freshly kissed lips and an expression filled with utter confusion.

(Y/n) was quick to greet me in her usual manner. She said nothing about the kiss.

Part of me had even started to wonder if I’d hallucinated the whole thing. Maybe the doctors had all been wrong, and I was already waist-deep in psychosis that manifested purely through happy memories of her.

It would be an odd presentation, sure, but at the time it somehow felt more likely than her returning my affections. But as soon as I started to convince myself, she would flash me a glance that set my already overheated body on fire. Even as she peered up at me from the edge, I could still see her smile under the water.

She wore that same look in her eye she always did when we were alone. It was a slightly unnerving but mostly flattering feeling. It felt like being wanted by a beautiful woman.

I’m definitely losing it.

That was the only reasonable conclusion to reach. Because when she emerged from the pool, I could’ve sworn she paused before to make sure I was watching.

Of course, I was watching. I made sure that my flawless memory captured damn near every droplet as it caressed her curves. I stared, practically worshipped the sight of her lips parted with a relieved exhale that I could see leave her chest.

The blood was gone again. I was doomed.

“You’re still hiding, huh?”

I was too afraid to answer until she took the seat closest to me.

“No, not hiding, just… staying safe,” I explained through my typical awkward smile.

I pointed up to the umbrella above me, but she didn’t look. Her eyes stayed glued to me.

“It’s probably time for me to reapply, huh?” she laughed.

I liked the way it sounded, so, I laughed, too.

“Yeah, to be honest, you really should’ve done it a couple hours ago, but I didn’t want you to think I was… a wet blanket or a pervert.”

She snorted at the suggestion. Her eyes squinted, playful as always and carrying some meaning that evaded me.

“It’s very interesting that those were the two options that came to your mind,” she said.

I panicked.

“I don’t know, it’s weird, isn’t it? Me insisting you should let me touch you?” I rushed, “I’m not crazy, right? It’s… weird! It’s…!”

She sighed.

At first, I mistook the sound for annoyance. But when I looked into her eyes, I knew that wasn’t right.

Because she looked… like she had been caught in a dream. A melancholy fantasy of something she felt was just beyond her reach.

She was looking at me, I realized, exactly the same way I looked at her.

 “You’re not crazy, Spencer,” she said with a smile, “Just a little oblivious.”

My lips twitched as I fought a smirk that came through, anyway.

“I can accept that.”

She seemed pleased, as if I’d given the right answer.

“Well, the good news is I’m done with the sun for the day,” she announced.

Her eyes finally left me as she once again stretched her arms over her head and left me to ogle her like an idiot. Then, when I was thoroughly distracted, she glanced around like she was checking to see if anyone could hear her.

“They don’t seem to be calming down, so…” she said, much quieter now, “any statistics on what I should do with sunscreen when I’m finished with it?”

“No statistics, per se, but you definitely should wash it off. It can be pretty irritating for skin,” I answered matter-of-factly. “Not to mention the salts and chemicals from the pool.”

“I see,” she laughed.

Then, when she realized that I was, in fact, a hopeless, perverted fool with no blood in his brain, she made her intentions much clearer.

“Will you help me with that?”

Not clear enough for me, though.

“What?” I asked.

“With the sunscreen,” she answered simply.

“Uh—.”

Even that eloquent thought couldn’t make it through a parched, tightening throat. With each passing second and every syllable uttered, my voice got higher and even more unstable.

“I’m sorry, are you—what—w-what are you asking me?”

That’s when she took my hand, bursting with laughter as she dragged me from me seat with the most terrifying, alluring, and magical answer.

“Come on, pretty boy.”

I followed her without question but many concerns—the largest of which was the fear that she was actually leading me to my demise by humiliation.

Those worries grew tenfold when she yanked me over the threshold into her private room.

I stumbled forward and practically fell into her arms. But she was waiting for me, seemingly anticipating the clumsiness. Her hands were still soft, still soothing on boiling skin as she guided my lips to hers for the second time that day.

That time, I was prepared.

My hands covered her sun-kissed cheeks and pulled her even closer than she’d done to me before.

She tasted like salt and sugar from summer fresh fruit. I gave her every breath that I had, panting hopelessly against her lips each time that we broke apart.

Her hands were gentle when they found mine. I was reluctant to leave her until I realized that she was simply repositioning them to less innocent areas.

Still, I hesitated to go any further. I let my hands rest softly against her hips while I struggled to express my relief.

“Thank god,” I laughed, “I was sort of worried you were going to beat me up for staring at you all day.”

Her eyes locked onto mine with a hunger that seemed almost insatiable.

“No, I like it when you look at me like that,” she stated so simply it hurt. “In fact, I think I want to thank you.”

Before I could ask her how she intended to that, she made her intentions very clear by grabbing my dick through the fabric of my pants.

“So, tell me… any statistics on why we shouldn’t have sex in the shower?” she asked.

I don’t know how she’d expected me to think clearly. It actually seemed like she was purposefully trying to make it harder for me to form any words at all.

“It’s actually—,” I started just to stop when she started stroking the full length of me with devilish fingers.

“It’s actually really dangerous to try to have sex in the shower,” I tried again.

That time, she began applying a cascading pressure through playful fingertips. I spoke faster, trying to finish any thought before I truly lost my mind.

“There is a—fuck—a 44% chance of injury,” I forced out.

Her hand stopped. She cocked her head to the side with a brilliant smile and asked, “Is that right?”

I was almost relieved. Almost.

“Yeah, and…”

Then she started taking off my pants.

“A-and it can be quite uncomfortable for a woman without additional lubrication,” I said while shaking my head.

Even my subconscious knew I was speaking against my own self-interest, that I could’ve just accepted her question as rhetorical. I could’ve just shut up and go along with whatever she wanted because I would always be happy so long as she was happy.

She dropped down as she pulled my pants to the ground and revealed a second set of bottoms. I couldn’t be sure of it, but she seemed vindicated when she realized how hard my body was struggling against the compression shorts.

“The movies make it look so fun, don’t they?” she hummed as she stood back up. “I guess it is pretty dangerous. And inconvenient.”

“Yeah, but also, I sort of wish I hadn’t said any of that,” I responded immediately, “Let’s do it anyway.”

Thankfully, she found my eagerness charming and not pathetic (or perhaps those were the same to her). Her fingers sneaked past the band of the compression shorts, but she didn’t make the move to remove them yet.

Instead, she used her free hand to lead mine straight to the knot holding her bikini bottoms together.

My fingers twitched. She leaned closer, her cheek pressed against mine and her breath hot on my ear as she said the most beautiful words.

“We can shower after, then.”

“Thank you god,” I cried.

Practiced fingers untangled the knots within seconds, and I fought the urge to stare at her newly exposed skin by kissing her instead.

Her skin, still wet, was chilled enough from the cooler air that she barely reacted when I backed her against the ceramic countertop in the bathroom.

She leaned back, groaning with relief when I finally undid the knots of her top.

Again, I shamelessly admired the wonderful world of physics as it was displayed before me. With each breath, her chest lifted and came closer to my own.

Seemingly sharing the same thoughts, she reached forward and practically tugged my shirt off of me.

As soon as I could, I held her naked body as close to me as I could. My hands covered her lower back and drifted further down her hips, seeking every inch of cold skin that remained.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered. I couldn’t see most of her, but the memory from mere seconds ago was as vivid as it would ever be. “Words don’t exist that would ever do it justice.”

She pulled back, still toying with the tops of my shorts with that insatiable look in her eyes.

“I’d say take a picture, but I think your memory might rival a camera,” she giggled.

“I’ll never forget this,” I promised her, “I’ll never forget you.”

But there were so many other ways I’d yet to see her. So, after carefully loving each inch of her hips, I turned my attention to the burning heat between her thighs. 

At the same time my finger slid through slick folds, my lips found hers once more.

“I wanna make you feel good,” I slurred.

Her lips parted in a broken gasp as I tried to do just that. I inched eager fingers between tight muscles and didn’t even bother fighting the urge to moan into her mouth.

She swallowed that desire and returned her own with a growing enthusiasm. My fingers grew faster, sloppier in their gentle beckoning for her to fall apart.

“That’s it. Good girl,” I reassured her when her breathy moans became pitchy. “Oh, you deserve to feel so good, sweetheart.”

That spark in her eyes had turned into a wildfire further stoked by my praise. I leaned into it; I became more confident in my loving her. Her walls were tense and insistent, seeking something more than what my hand could give them.

I withdrew them despite her immediate protests. She recanted any complaint as soon as I moved drenched fingers to the small pearl at her center.

Her moans became shameless, and I accepted them as an imminent victory. She rocked her hips against my hand, riding it to find her elusive end.

All the while, her eyes were locked onto mine. She refused to look away, forced us both to acknowledge that I was the one who brought her here. To the edge of the abyss, to the ultimate euphoria.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” I said through a smirk, “Come for me.”

She followed the direction with the utmost enthusiasm. She fell forward, favoring me to the cold countertop. I caught her but continued my relentless efforts to please her.

I kept going, kept cherishing her until she whimpered from my touch. Then I held her. I pet her damp hair and laid a gentle kiss atop the crown of her head.

“Good girl,” I assured her.

But I wasn’t finished yet.

“Now turn around.”

She perked up the second she’d heard the order. Although she’d barely caught her breath, she turned on shaky legs without question.

My hands found her hips just like they had before. Except this time, there were no bikini bottoms. There was only pillowy flesh and the strong muscles of her backside pressed firmly against my dick.

Barely moving away from her, I finally freed myself from the confines of compression shorts. I groaned with relief and noticed how the sound made her back arch further.

When I lined myself up at her entrance, she rewarded the action with a dreamy sigh.

It wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to see the look on her face, to hear the desperation in her voice before I gave her what I’d fantasized of from the moment I met her.

My hand knotted in her hair. I pulled her back from her comfortable position braced against the countertop. I held her up so that I could whisper in her ear the same as she’d done to me earlier.

“This is what you wanted, right?” I asked, as if her whimpers hadn’t been answer enough.

“Yes,” she moaned, “please.”

The sound of debauchery on her tongue sent shockwaves through me. My cock twitched involuntarily, bumping against satin skin now dripping with desire.

I barely resisted the urge to slam into her with full force. Instead, I stayed there, with just the tip of me inside of her as I groaned.

“Oh, I’d give you the whole world if you asked me like that.”

“This’ll do for now,” she giggled.

Her hips began to sway as she rocked on her toes. She chased even just a half inch more of me and rewarded me with beautiful sounds when I finally started to sink into her.

“That’s it…” I sighed.

Her confidence was quickly shaken, though, as my pursuit continued. Not even half of my dick was inside her when I felt her start to tremble.

“You can take it,” I assured her.

She responded by tightening her muscles even further, resisting the gentle stretch of her body as it accommodated my own.

“That’s my girl,” I groaned. The blinding heat of her demanded my full attention to the point that I was barely coherent as I slurred, “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.”

But all it took was one word to unravel my best efforts.

“Spencer,” she whimpered.

Any hesitance I had vanished without a trace. I thrust my hips forward to the hilt with so much force that she scrambled to stay on her feet. Manicured nails struggled to find a grip the ceramic before my next motion.

I took my time pulling back, and I watched her struggle with the fullness that was our bodies come together. I reveled in the sight of her heaving chest and clouded eyes.

That time, I didn’t fight the urge to slam into her. I even pulled her back as I did it, bringing our bodies together over and over again with a blissful type of violence.

With each thrust, I watched her reaction in the mirror. I made sure that my mind captured each second of her pleasure. Each time her jaw dropped open with whines and praise in the shape of my name.

“Please, Spencer,” she keened with a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the counter.

I hadn’t been sure what she was asking for, so I continued to love her the same as I always had.

But she only became more frustrated, sobbing with pleasure the next time my hips crashed into hers.

“Harder,” she cried out.

And I tried. I tried to follow her instruction, to grant her the release that could only be found in the fullest expression of years of repressed passion.

The problem wasn’t my unwillingness to give my everything to her. Rather, it was the siren’s call of resistant, relentlessly desperate muscles.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I ground through clenched jaw. 

Then, with a small and wavering voice, she insisted, “I can take it.”

Every atom of my being burned with a suffocating desire. It felt nearly feral; fully free to show her just how badly my body ached to be with her.

She began slamming back against me with a similar fervor and I almost made myself stop.

“Fuck, I’m so close, but I don’t want it to end,” I begged her.

But that beautiful, evasive, brilliant star of a woman just giggled. I could practically feel myself leaving bruises in the shape of my fingertips and she couldn’t have been happier.

Through the mirror, she looked at me and reminded me of the full, unrelenting power of the sun.

“Don’t worry,” she purred, “we can do it again later.”

That was all it took. With just a look, she practically brought me to my knees.

“Fuck!” I choked as I slammed into her with my full force. We both nearly collapsed against the counter, but I managed to pull her hips down harder against me just as I found my release.

The blissful heat of her grew to new heights as I filled her. Each wave of pleasure caused her to shiver with sheets of goosebumps.

I watched through half-lidded, lust-clouded vision as she accepted every inch and every drop of my desire with a euphoric smile.

“Sorry,” I said while trying to catch my breath. Even when I managed to capture some breath, it escaped me with a laugh as I explained, “I… I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“Don’t apologize,” she slurred.

I might’ve thought she was just being merciful if she hadn’t immediately followed, “That was fun.”

It was so obviously sincere, but I was so ridiculously stupid that I had to be sure, anyway.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she laughed.

The sound was even more beautiful when I could feel the vibrations from within. I groaned from the thought of how it might feel for her lips to be wrapped around my cock. It twitched inside her, and she responded with a small whimper.

My hips bucked one more time, forcing me to the hilt before I withdrew in one quick motion.

I stood there for a moment, holding her hips steady as I watched the evidence of what we’d just done drip down her thighs.

My stomach was filled with butterflies doing flips and there was no accounting for the blood that still hadn’t made its way back to my brain.

(Y/n) was patient as ever with a pitiful man.

“Come on, pretty boy,” she chuckled as she took my hand, “help me get clean.”

Despite my best efforts, there were significantly less attempts to get clean in the shower than I’d expected. It was only thanks to her self-preservation that we didn’t end up having sex in the shower, although we came pretty close.

I could never tire of kissing her, but I realized I could love her just as much with lather as I could with my lips. My worship shifted as I dutifully cared for her the way I’d always wished I could.

When it was over, I didn’t give up. I followed her into her bed and she made no attempt to stop me.

In fact, she moved closer to me until my arm could reach around her waist and her head rested on my chest.

“Any other statistics you want to share?” she mumbled, now sleepy from the sun and… other activities.

“Always,” I answered. “Like, did you know, I have now joined the 54% of people who have slept with a coworker?”

“Fascinating. Was it worth it?” she chuckled, having already known my answer.

“Yes,” I told her, anyway. But the way I always did when it came to sharing statistics, I couldn’t stop myself. “Although, there is a smaller subset of that group that’s even more interesting.”

She gasped, quickly pressing her fingers to my lips to stop me from ruining her moment.

“Let me guess—at least half of them fucked in the office,” she said.

And in that quiet, private moment, the only thing more beautiful than her hopeful smile was the fact she’d gotten it right.

“You are, without a doubt, the most attractive woman I’ve ever met in my life,” I confessed.

She gave her wholehearted admission that she felt the same in the best way she could.

With a cheeky smile and the utmost sincerity, she asked, “What are the odds of that?”

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Looking for another mutual pining summer-themed fic? Check out my 11.2k oneshot Lost Time, where Reader and Spencer spend their mandatory leave taking the Spring Break Spencer never got to have. 

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hii! first off i love your series (the birds& the bees) so much you’re truly one of my favorite writers i’ve ever read! the way you write is so intelligently written i truly truly love and appreciate it soooo much.

this isn’t a request, just wanted to ask if you have more fics of reader losing her virginity? basically kind of innocence kink like your other multipart the big bad wolf (I ALSO LOVE THAT ONE AHHH!) and if u don’t, do u have any recs? ☺️

with love!

Here are all of my fics involving Reader losing her virginity, including the two you mentioned. There are surprisingly few. I have a few others in my WIPs... I should get back to those soon!

The Birds & The Bees: Reader interviews for a position as Dr. Spencer Reid’s Teaching Assistant, and Spencer learns something special about her.

Cupid & Psyche: Reader and Spencer get kidnapped by a rather romantic matchmaking unsub who demands they perform for him.

Big Bad Wolf: Spencer is overwhelmed by the apparent innocence of an elementary school teacher he meets on a case.

Inexperienced/Experience: Virgin!Reader has a secret no one expected, least of all Spencer. She’s a virgin… in every way.

Saltwater (Chip): You take a liking to the community landscaper and decide its high time to act out the pool boy fantasy you’ve always dreamed of.

If anyone reading has some they'd like to recommend, please drop them in the comments or reblogs (including self-promo)!

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Blown Away (S.R.)

Summary: Virgin!Spencer gets an enthusiastic thank you from his partner. Request: giving Spencer his very first bj and he makes the most lovely noises Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+)  Content Warning: Oral sex (male receiving), established relationship, no plot Word Count: 765

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Spencer doesn’t know how, but he didn’t expect this.

You hadn’t exactly been shy about your interest in exploring new forms of intimacy, but it isn’t until his pants are down and you’re on your knees that he realizes what you’d meant when you said you wanted to thank him.

He’s not going to complain, though. Especially not when your hands feel so soft as they smooth over his thighs. The ambient air in the room almost felt cold compared to your hot breath puffing through his boxers.

Spencer surprises himself with the sound of his voice, broken and pitchy as he gasps, “Please.”

He’s not even sure what he’s asking for, but you know.

And you’re more than happy to give it to him.

You take your time as you work at removing the last piece of clothing between you and your goal. Each inch of progression elicits a breathy sound from the boy wonder seated in front of you.

He’s got a white-knuckled grip on the couch that still seems tenuous—like he’s just waiting for permission to abandon the pleather to hold you, instead.

You don’t say anything, though. Your mouth is a little busy pressing not-so-innocent kisses along his inner thigh.

Spencer can’t wait for permission, it seems. As soon as you release a shaky exhale against heated skin, his hands shoot forward and tangle in your hair.

With a wicked simper, you come closer so that your lips brush against the sensitive tip when you speak.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

Spencer, with his eyes wound tightly shut, still manages to nod.

“Yes,” he whines, “yes, it feels so…”

His thought is interrupted by the feeling of your tongue running up the length of him.

“Fuck!” he squeaks, his voice crackling and falling while his hips begin bucking forward.

You still them with sharp nails dug into his hip. The sharp contrast of pleasure and pain makes his whole body shudder.

The twisted side of you wonders if you can manage to make him finish without ever even putting him in your mouth, but the merciful side urges you not to try.

After all, he had been a good boy, and he deserves a reward.

That’s why you don’t prolong his suffering any longer. Instead, you slide your mouth over his cock and revel in the response. The soft sound of muffled whimpers as he bites hard on his lip, the desperate gasps for air, the creaking of the couch as he squirms in place.

“Oh, God,” he cries when your tongue makes gentle motions along sculpted veins. “Fuck.”

The words, however vulgar, sound so sweet when he says them. They motivate you to continue. With each upward motion, you feel him try to follow you. His hands clumsily try to hold you down while what’s left of his brain knows it’s counterproductive.

He is just so lost; lost in you and the comfort you provide. He is drowning in the warm wetness of a devilish tongue that dips to gather the droplet that forms at the tip.

“I-I can’t,” he huffs as his stomach begins to tense in waves.

But oh, you know he can.

“I can’t—I’m so close,” he admits begrudgingly.

You can tell he doesn’t want it to end because as soon as he opens his eyes to see the way you’re managing to smile with your mouth full of him, he shuts them again.

“Fuck!” he shouts while he tugs at your hair, “I-I’m gonna…!”

He expects you to accept his invitation to pull away.

He definitely doesn’t expect you to take him in even further.

His eyes shoot open when your lips manage to touch the base of him. The most indulgent, sinful kind of kiss where he can feel your throat clutch at him like your own debauched beg.

Spencer manages to keep his eyes open, to watch as choke yourself for his pleasure.

The end comes, too quickly, so beautifully. Each wave of pleasure pulses against your tongue and warms your throat. For a moment, you accept his offering instead of air your lungs desperately crave.

With a similarly sudden action, he pulls you clean off him with a final whimper.

As you collect your bearings and your breath, Spencer continues to stare at you with his pants down and pure wonder in his eyes.

“Thank you,” he says while struggling to catch his breath.

“No,” you laugh, “Thank you!”

An exhausted laugh sputters from his lips while he wonders what he could have done to ever deserve you.

He’s not going to complain, though.

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Everyone thank OP for doing JJ the justice the showrunners never could (then read the rest of her Masterlist, which includes both JJ and Emily fics)!

OMG do you think whenever you have the time you can make a "date morning" fic of jj x fem!reader reference to episode 2?!

Date Morning

Fandom: Criminal Minds 

Pairing: JJ x fem!reader 

Words: 1.6k+ 

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Summary: My little rewrite of the date morning scene. Only, it is way fluffier and way more gay.

Warning: top!JJ, bottom!reader; fingering (r receiving), a little bit of overstimulation.  

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When JJ walked into the kitchen to grab her morning cup of coffee, she was surprised to see you had already prepared it for her, as well as breakfast. Time with her has been fleeting, so despite your hatred for early mornings you got up anyway and prepared her favorites just to spend more time with her. You were even feeling a little more upbeat despite not being a morning person. The one reason for this: date night.

No matter how busy your wife was, JJ usually sets aside time for date night. And date night meant you actually got to get out of the house and sit across a fancy dinner table with the love of your life. No kids, no work, just you and her and an air of romance to enjoy the spark you still felt any time she looked at you with all the love in the world shining bright in her eyes. 

Sure, you didn’t get much time with her, but you still saw that look any time she watched you walk into the room. The only thing was, her job was getting more demanding and some big, ongoing case was pulling her away even more frequently. So while you saw that look of love, that’s about all you were getting from her. When she was home she was exhausted, often going straight to sleep after a long day of work. You missed her, you understood and would never tell her to limit her work when you knew it was her passion, but that didn’t mean you longed for more time with her. It wasn’t just you either, you knew your kids missed their other mom. But still, she made up for that with quality time for them when she was home and had the energy. That also just meant less alone time for you two to connect. Even though your heart swelled at the happiness that time with the whole family brought, you craved alone time with your wife.

JJ’s arms wrapped around you from behind as you were busy paying attention to plating the food you just cooked. Her lips pressed against your cheek and you couldn’t help the warm smile that spread on your lips. 

“Hey you,” JJ breathed in between soft kisses placed to the side of your neck. 

“Good morning,” you answered as you turned in her arms. “I made us breakfast.” Usually JJ did that in the morning. As you weren’t one for cooking much either in the mornings, you were grateful for JJ to take on this job. But since the boys were staying at their grandparents for a couple days, you felt you could handle breakfast for two. It was much less stressful than cooking for the whole family.

“I can see that,” JJ chuckled. Her nose nuzzled yours before she leaned in for an innocent kiss to your lips. She pulled back a moment later, a soft smile across her face as she gave you that breathtaking look you loved so much. “What’s the occasion?”

“Well…” Suddenly, you felt nervous to admit you wanted more time with your wife. “It’s date night, but I thought I could start it off with something special a little early.”

“Date night?” JJ frowned. 

“Yeah, I made reservations at that fancy Italian place you like.” The nervousness doubled as you saw the look in her eyes change. Confused by her reaction, you waited for her to say something. 

She just stared at you for a moment, a guilty look written all over her face before finally speaking. “I have to go into the BAU today.” Your face automatically fell and you couldn’t hide your disappointment quick enough. “We have that case.” JJ offered and you unfortunately understood. But the crushing feeling of disappointment still weighed heavily on you as the daydreams you’ve had all week of this alone time with your wife slipped through your fingers. 

“Hey, hey,” JJ took your face in her hands. “I’ll make it up to you.” 

You nodded, but in the back of your mind you couldn’t stop the thought of when she’d even have time to do that. 

“Please, stop making that face, baby.” JJ pleaded, her thumb stroking your cheek gently as she continued to hold you in place. 

“It’s just… it’s date night.” You didn’t know why you were repeating it. Your intentions weren’t to make your wife feel more guilty than she already felt, but the disappointment you were feeling was just overwhelming and you were struggling to hide it. “We haven’t spent much time, you know, alone. I miss you.” You said the last three words in barely a whisper and realization dawned on JJ finally.

The truth was, she missed you too and she found herself craving you in those lonely nights where her job sent her off to stay in hotel rooms. She didn’t realize just how much it hurt you too to not have that time you both needed to feel close to each other. JJ knew at that moment that she had to fix that. She needed to make an effort, despite her horrible work schedule, to consistently have this time with you. But the question was how…

And then it dawned on her. She didn’t have to go into the office for a few hours, opting to go in later in the day since she had a long night ahead of her there. And since she had time to kill, maybe she could skip her morning jog, skip breakfast (even if she was grateful you went through all the trouble) and seize the opportunity she had in front of her. 

“What if…” JJ slowly started to grin. “We turned date night into date morning.” She leaned in and ghosted her lips across your neck, making you tilt your head with her hold on you so she had better access.

“Date morning?” You repeated, your mood suddenly shifting at the implication of it. 

“Mhm,” JJ mumbled against your skin before tenderly nipping at your neck.

“I think…” Your voice cracked as you spoke, the feeling of her lips on your neck already causing you to squirm and press your thighs together. “I think I could be on board with that.” 

“Good,” JJ gave you a devilish look before pulling back, taking your hand into her own and leading you both to the bedroom.

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What took you almost an hour this morning, JJ undid in basically two seconds flat. Your clothes were strewn across your bedroom and your back was pressed against the mattress. You were sure your hair was a mess from the way JJ tightly tangled her fingers in it when she kissed you and what little makeup you put on was absolutely ruined by now. What with the fact that JJ was pushing you fast to your second orgasm already and going at a relentless pace, causing you to bury your face into the pillow to muffle your uncontrollable moaning.

But did you even care about all of that? Absolutely not. Not when your wife was rocking her whole body into you with the movement of her fingers, making them pump deliciously harder and deeper each time. She had your legs hooked around her waist as she moved and that plus the combination of her bare skin against yours had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

She was grunting on top of you with each snap of her hips as they followed the movement of her fingers. Her muscles flexed as she moved and you were in awe of the strength and stamina your wife was showing so early in the morning. You really weren’t a morning person, but with the way JJ was so eagerly all over you, it was clear that she was. 

Your eyes rolled back and your head fell limp onto the pillow as you felt her push you to your limit, adding a third finger and curving them just right. After making you cum once you took her so well, and she was quick to tell you just how good you were being for her. You never got used to the way she would talk to you. Your face flushed immediately the moment she whispered the words “good girl” into your ear as a moan broke through your lips and echoed through the room. You whimpered at this and felt yourself get even wetter at the cocky smirk she gave you before doubling her efforts. 

With each stroke of her fingers you felt your walls tighten around her again. She was pushing you embarrassingly close to your second orgasm already. Having fucked you throuch your first, only barely slowing down before picking up a brutal pace. You haven’t even gotten a chance to catch your breath. Tears even began to form in your eyes at the growing feeling of overstimulation, but you didn’t tell her to stop. Not when she was begging for you to cum for her again, not when she was groaning in your ear about how much she loved feeling you cum on her fingers. And when she bit down on the sensitive part between your neck and shoulder paired with a rough stroke of her fingers inside you, you felt yourself fall over that edge again with a long, desperate whine. 

Finally, JJ slowed her movements until she completely stopped and slid her fingers out of you. You watched with hooded eyes as she sat up, straddled your waist, and licked her fingers clean with a groan. 

Her hips began to rock steadily now against your own as she sat atop you. With a satisfied smile she looked down at you and simply said “we should do date mornings more often.” 

Yeah, you were definitely on board with that.

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Oral Presentation (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer teaches Reader what to do when she’s on her knees. Request: reader giving spence head for the first time? and she’s worried she’s not doing it right but he’s obviously enjoying it? Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Oral sex (male receiving) Word Count: 1.2k

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If you could choose to do one thing for the rest of your life, you’re pretty sure it would involve Spencer Reid.

Despite the fact you’d only been dating for a few weeks, you felt as though you’d known him a lifetime. You’d even joked with him that the reason you were so woefully unpracticed with all aspects of dating was because you’d been waiting to find him.

Now that you’d found him, however, that lack of experience had caught up to you. On a simple date night where you had teased a little bit too hard, the fear of sexual inadequacy seemed almost unbearable.

Despite your fervent insistence that you wanted to try something new, Spencer could tell you were more nervous than usual. Your seat on his lap made him even more acutely aware of the way you trembled. He tried to calm you with gentle hands up and down your legs, but even that seemed to unnerve you further.

“What’s holding you back, sweetheart?” he whispers so sweetly it makes you shiver.

Your mind is so distracted by the imposing heat and hardness underneath you that you struggle to answer. Your eyes are bouncing between the collar of his shirt and pretty peach lips begging to be kissed.

You can’t look him in the eyes because you know he’ll know the truth.

That’s exactly why he places a gentle hand beneath your chin and makes you do it, anyway.

“I’m nervous you aren’t going to like it,” you blurt out.  

“Trust me, I will.”

To ease your ache, he kisses you. The rough scruff of his face is the most intoxicating contrast to the softness of his lips.

You sigh, and he smiles.

“I’ll help you, I promise.”

Before you can protest, his legs start to shift open beneath you. Spencer holds you down gently to prolong the erection straining against his pants. He can feel the twitching of your heat through the layers, and it makes his voice become even darker as he issues a simple order.

“Get on your knees.”

Your body moves without further prompting. Your mind is both filled to the brim and silent at the same time.

While you settle into your new position, Spencer is quick to pull himself free from fabric confines. He groans with relief, quickly to be followed by another moan when you wrap both hands around his dick.

It takes very little thought to conclude that it would not fit easily.

But all Spencer cares about is the way it feels when your hands start to move.

“Good girl, keep going,” he whispers breathlessly, “Just use your tongue when you’re ready.”

The instruction is vague, so you wait for his eyes to open and focus on you again before you proceed.

Only then do you lean forward and ask, “Like this?”

With a flat tongue, you draw a line from base to tip. The skin feels even softer than you imagined.

Spencer grips the edge of the couch hard enough to blanch his knuckles.

You almost wish his fingers were wrapped around your hair, instead.

“Fuck,” he answers after you try again, “Yes, yes, that’s it.”

There is a dreamlike quality to each word, each utterance of assurance between groans and whimpers makes you even more excited.

You keep going, maneuvering with hands and mouth to make sure that you covered as much as you could. Then, without waiting for further instruction, you wrap your lips around the head of his dick.

Your fantasy comes to life just as quickly. Spencer’s hand jumps up to tangle in your hair without hesitation. There is a brief tug of pressure that coincides with a sharp gasp of breath.

“Such a quick learner,” he slurs through the new sensation.

You want him to keep going, so your tongue starts to circle the soft curves of him. It seems so perfectly shaped to slide down your tongue that you are tempted to continue.

“So eager to please the teacher,” he hums.

For a moment, you think he might guide you by your hair. But to your dismay, he releases his hold. Any disappointment is soothed soon thereafter when he begins stroking your hair.

He is so gentle, so patient, so loving as he waits for you to discover your own limits.

But he watches you like something sinister. You can feel it even when it’s hard to look him in the eyes. You can feel how his muscles twitch and shake with restraint.

He wants it to be your decision to try to take all of him.

You do—try. You only make it a few inches, however, before your throat quivers and you choke on the once welcome intrusion.

Spencer pulls you off in one smooth motion.

“Sorry,” you sputter out with a cough.

“Don’t apologize,” he says.

It isn’t until you look at him that you realize the true extent of pleasure that he’d derived from watching you choke. His fingers twitch around your hair and his lips fight a devilish smirk.

“You don’t need to go down so far,” he assures you, anyway.

He uses his free hand to guide yours to the tip once more. He shudders at how easily your fingers slide over slick skin.

“This is the most sensitive part,” he explains, “Your hands are fine for the rest of it.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he answers. Without further instruction, he uses his grip on your hair to bring your face to his lap once more.

There is no hesitation this time. You return to your attempts, armed with the knowledge that your first try had been the best one.

Using both your hands and your mouth, you move just enough to remind him how cold the world felt compared to you. You let yourself go longer, slower, faster, harder. The spit gathered around your lips and began to drip down to eager fingers.

Spencer couldn’t contain his appreciation any easier than you could. The beautiful sounds became louder and more plentiful, and, soon enough, they were joined with small motion from his hips.

His hand in your hair also became more commanding. You start to notice the growing resistance with each movement until he is moving you on his own.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans just as tears start gathering in your eyes.

He looks down at you and his hips buck forward at the sight.

“I’m so close, I’m so…”

You try to keep up, to hold on a little bit longer to grant him release. You are hardly prepared for the sensations you expect to follow, but you are willing to try.

Spencer doesn’t leave it up to you, though. Instead, he pulls you off at the very last second. His hand joins yours and continues with feverish strokes until he finally comes undone.

The warm, sticky liquid splatters across your mostly exposed chest. Each drop came as a shock.

Spencer seemed to take pride in that, too. He watched with rapt fascination each time your swollen lips sucked in a breath that shook your chest.

Once he was spent, he used both hands to keep you close until he was cognizant enough to place a chaste kiss against your forehead.

“Did I do alright?” you ask immediately.

“Yes,” he answers. But before you can celebrate, he continues, “but we should do it again to be sure.”

Your heart drops at the implication. You almost start to apologize.

But then he forces you to look at the devilish smirk creeping over his face before he teases, “Practice makes perfect, after all.”

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I feel like so many people have a different interpretation of how Spencer Reid would handle sex. There’s the classic nerdy spencer who keeps stuttering and doesn’t know how to do *it* but knows everything technical, and there’s the mega dom spencer who knows exactly what he’s doing, and everything in between. I’m curious to know what you think is most accurate to how he would be? This can also change from first season to last, etc. I’m just curious what u think!

S.R. Sexual Headcanons (NSFW, 18+)

Early Seasons

Shy and slightly insecure, but eager to please

Would spend a lot of time on foreplay because it is the best way to ensure his partner’s pleasure (and it’s a fun kind of science)

Prefers an emotionally attached partner since sex requires vulnerability he is loath to give

Has a lot of things he wants to try, but he is too embarrassed to bring them up, so he’ll wait for his partner to suggest it (very nonjudgmental)

As he gets older, he becomes more confident and lighthearted in bed

Understands the importance of aftercare and insists it’s his responsibility to hold you (he is actually just a cuddlebug with a really good excuse)

Interested in the power dynamics of kink culture but averse to it because he lacks the self-confidence

Preferences/Priorities: Perfecting oral sex techniques, kissing erogenous zones, sensory seeking activities (experimenting with light/hard touches, but not pain).

Middle Seasons

Brat and Switch Era

More willing to have fleeting sexual relationships

Beginning to feel confident in his sexual identity, more willing to ask for what he wants

Enjoys roleplay, more intense power dynamics, and sensory-heavy foreplay (although still loath to grant true vulnerability)

Confident in his ability to please his partner

Seeks out relationships where he can feel challenged in some way (intellectually, physically, emotionally)

Views sex as one of many ways to establish and express intimacy, would easily forego sex for an intellectually stimulating activity (and loves them as foreplay)

Preferences/Priorities: Ensuring his partner is open/comfortable, advocating for his own pleasure, having fun while having sex, exploring deeper rooted sexual proclivities

Late Seasons

Just wants to feel desired for who he is (he is so tired)

Seeking companionship but unwilling to have long term sexual relationships without emotional vulnerability on part of all parties

Struggles with the darker parts of himself and requires reassurance from his partner (both that he is gentle and strong/“a good man”)

Less likely to engage in heavy roleplay, established “scenes” are rare

A more intuitive lover that adapts to emotional and physical shifts, but very cautious to escalate

Craves physical and emotional intimacy before and after sex (he requires aftercare and is so, so touchstarved)

Occasionally uses sex as an outlet for his frustrations, but usually would prefer to ground himself through sentimentality

Preferences/Priorities: Feeling close to his partner, maintaining boundaries, ensuring the overall experience is enjoyable and everyone involved feels safe

What do you think? Sound off in the comments/reblogs and let me know!

*These lists are just for fun and based purely on my perception of his character. Outside of the variety of my fanfiction portrayals, this is what I consider my “truest” perception of his character. No one characterization is “correct” because there is no knowledge of his sexual personality in canon. Heavy submissive/dominant portrayals are, in my view, valid and arguable for any stage of his character. Do not read anything I’ve said as a condemnation of another headcanon. This is all in good fun!

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Experience (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer wants to make sure Reader’s first time is perfect.

Request: Same as Part One (Inexperienced) Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Kissing, make out, loss of virginity, penetrative sex Word Count: 3k

MASTERLIST

I’d always imagined that it would be difficult to date a profiler, even as a person who hated to lie. There were still some secrets I’d rather keep to myself.

Then again, I’d also thought I would hate dating anyone but a profiler, because, as a profiler myself, I would catch them in every lie. I would know their every secret.

After a few months of dating Spencer Reid, I’d realized the flaw in my logic. I had never considered the reality that the person I chose would never feel the need to lie to me.

When Spencer told me I was beautiful, he never had to lie. When he said he was happy, the truth of it was written all over his face. I felt each hint of excitement and insecurity through the way his hands shook when he touched me in a way he never had before.

It had been both a shock and a relief when he told me that he’d only slept with a couple women before me, and only once with each woman. From his perspective, he was nearly as innocent as I had been. In a strange way, it was comforting.

But the day he shared that information with me had also been the day I caught him in his first lie by omission.

“I appreciate you so much,” I’d said.

“I like you, too,” he’d answered, but he’d actually wanted to say, “I love you.”

(I‘d forgiven him for the half-truth when he’d proceeded to confess within the hour.)

Overall, dating Spencer had been effortless. If there was one negative thing I had discovered, it was that he made it basically impossible for me to catch up on recent movie releases.

Because every time around the thirty minute mark, without fail, Spencer’s hands would begin to roam. They would sneak under whatever fabric would accommodate him.

Of course, I say it’s a negative, but I didn’t really mind. I’d sacrifice a million poorly written scripts for him any day.

Didn’t mean I wasn’t going to tease him about it, though.

“Are you even watching the movie?” I asked.

Spencer hummed against my neck. Without answering, he gave another long kiss against the sensitive skin before he’d decided that the couch was better suited for horizontal activities. He helped guide me to lay on the couch beneath him; the both of us abandoning the movie screen for something far more enticing.

Again, he kissed me. This time just a chaste peck on the lips. I’d decided it wasn’t enough, however, so I pulled him back for the type of kiss that left lingering tingles from the loss of pressure when it ended.

“I take that as a no?” I giggled.

“You’re way more interesting,” he slurred.

I ran my hands through his mussed, mousy brown hair and pushed the few strands away until I had an unobstructed view. His pupils had grown so much in the dim light of the living room that I could hardly see a halo of amber honey irises.

I released a soft sigh at the sight because I knew it wouldn’t last nearly long enough. I had been right, too, because it didn’t take Spencer long to push against my hands and capture my lips with his once more.

I wasn’t going to complain. Especially not when he used his knee to push my legs apart. He replaced the empty space with thigh, which he politely offered to me for a more exciting seat than the couch beneath us.

My back arched on instinct as I ground down against the strong muscles. A gentle mewl escaped from between our lips. The sound only encouraged him more, and Spencer became even more insistent in his adoration. His hands held me closer, and I was happily crushed within his embrace.

“You’re so soft and so warm,” he groaned.

He hadn’t been wrong. It felt like every inch of me was on fire and I was helpless to stymy the embers. It was so hard to find my thoughts among the haze of lust, but I managed somehow.

“Do you want me to use my mouth again?” I offered with a giggle.

I watched the memories replay through his mind. Then, for the first time since our educational experimentation had begun, Spencer seemed almost disappointed in the prospect of being worshipped by me.

Instead of accepting, his wandering hand came to a stop at my hips. He slowed my movements until there was nothing but the sound of hot, heavy breath.

With the back of his free hand, he brushed his knuckles over my cheek. His eyes burned into mine, igniting an even deeper fire than I felt in my chest and between my legs.

“I want…” he whispered, his voice wavering so badly he had to try again. I could sense the restraint in his shaking hands and hard swallow.

But then he said it.

“I want to take you to bed.”

My heart stopped in my chest—not for too long, though—it had to find him again. It forced me to pull him closer, to share in the metaphorical and literal warmth of his embrace. I felt the lithe but strong musculature of him hold me as tightly as he could without hurting.

I looked into those darkened eyes and saw a soul overflowing with love. I saw myself in the oceans of his lust. I felt it, the soft rocking of our bodies that had begun moving again.

I wondered when it had stopped being scary. Because it wasn’t. Not anymore.

“Take me,” I whispered under my breath.

Spencer had prepared to accept rejection. So much so that he seemed genuinely shocked at the softly spoken words.

“Wait, really?” he asked.

I couldn’t help but giggle at the way his voice cracked.

“Really,” I promised.

The poor man practically tumbled to the ground in his haste to move from the couch. With absolutely no grace and an almost juvenile amount of excitement, he jumped up and helped pull me from my still horizontal position on the couch.

I could hear myself laughing. My chest was somehow both completely devoid of air and also full of it. The joy pouring out of us felt never ending. Even when we found each other again, I’d chosen his lips over breathing.

We disrobed each other with an equal amount of laughter and just as little grace. His hands didn’t feel foreign on my bare skin; he had held me fervently several times since the first movie night. But they still felt exciting.

There was a renewed vigor in the way he loved me. Not that anything had been missing before. It was just different. It was a comfortable chaos.

When we were finally bared before each other, however, the frenzy subsided. We stood together, with our hands interlocked despite so many other places we could hold one another. Spencer tried to keep his eyes on mine, but he must’ve found other sight too inviting. His eyes flickered over my naked body like a page from his favorite novel.

Part of me felt like we could spend an eternity there, basking in the vulnerability and trust we offered one another. But the rest of me was far too excited by the prospect of finally learning what all the fuss was about.

It was my decision to pull him forward, but it was his decision to kiss me. Somehow, despite his insistence to pay full attention to my lips, I managed to maneuver him onto the bed.

At first, I climbed on top of him. I perched myself on his lap like it was the most natural thing. I settled my hips so that his erection rested against my stomach.

Spencer took a moment to enjoy the sight of his girlfriend feeling at home with him. His eyes, still swallowed by the abyss of blown pupils, seemed to shine brighter. His fingers barely touched me. The tips dragged along my thighs like any pressure might cause me to shatter.

It felt that way, too. My heart was so full that each beat knocked the breath from my lungs.

I placed a gentle hand on the silken skin of him. I pressed him against my stomach and tried to imagine, one last time before I knew for sure, what it would be like to welcome him inside of myself in a physical way.

Spencer whimpered at the contact. His hands that had been gentle turned needy. He pawed at my thighs and dug blunt nails into the malleable skin. He didn’t stop me, though. He waited patiently until my palm slid over the tip. Once my hands were free, even just for a second, he grabbed hold of me and tossed me beside him on the bed.

The sudden movement made my lungs empty with laughter. Spencer joined in, rolling onto his side and mounting me before the momentum was lost.

He paused again. His eyes continued to scan heated skin between us. I realized that he was having his own moment, his own treasured memory of anticipation before the first had come and gone.

Things wouldn’t be the same, but he assured me they wouldn’t be different. He had told me early and often that he loved me. He had never given me any reason to doubt the veracity of the statement.

I’d gotten better at knowing when he was lying ever since I’d seen him naked.

So when he finally spoke, I knew that it was the truth.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered with a roughness of a dried throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as his hips lowered enough that he could once again feel the heat radiating between my legs.

“I want you so badly,” he whined.

His arms were shaking with restraint. Even when he pressed his length against me, his movements were unbearably slow. He slid himself back and forth through the wetness dripping from my folds.

I could hardly breathe. The tension from the waiting felt the same as the few seconds before the euphoria.

The next time that he pulled away, I issued my own beg.

“Take me, Spencer.”

His resolve stumbled. He rutted harder against me, but managed to maintain my purity for a few seconds longer.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “it sounds so good when you say that.”

I forced my eyes to stay even half-open as the torturous teasing continued. I looked up at Spencer and gently brought him back to me. His eyes were equally strained, glossy and fogged by the lust we shared.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked.

“I just…” he started just to stop.

He swallowed again. That time, he swallowed whatever lie he had concocted that he thought might sound more appealing to me than the truth.

But ultimately, he knew that I would have never accepted a lie. So, he told me the truth.

“I want it to be perfect.”

I fought the urge to laugh because I knew he wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t realize that I was laughing because it was absurd to think that he could ever be wrong.

I’d imagined this moment a million times over and he was the only thing that had never changed.

Instead of laughing, I kissed him through a smile. Each time he pulled away to gasp for air, I kissed him again. I continued until he seemed drunk from it all. I ran my hands through thick brown curls and didn’t stop the giggle this time.

“It’s already perfect,” I explained, “because it’s with you.”

Spencer laughed. His eyes seemed clearer as tears gathered in the corners.

“Don’t be nervous,” I assured him.

“I can’t help it!” he squeaked, “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and now you’re letting me touch you, and I am just—!”

Before he could wind himself up anymore, I kissed him again. He kept trying to speak his insecurities to life but I dismissed them each with a quick kiss to impossibly soft lips.

“You are perfect,” I sighed. “That’s what you are.”

And for once, my boyfriend was willing to accept the praise. He reveled in the pride and safety that he found in his lover’s arms. I felt it, too. Any fear or hesitation that remained dissipated when he kissed me one more time.

Then, I knew that it was time. Taking one of his hands in mine, I guided both between us until we reached the slick, lily-soft skin. Our breaths hitched in tandem as we prepared for the bliss of togetherness.

“Let’s do it together,” I whispered as I abandoned his hand to grab hold of his dick. It felt warm and firm and more than I could ever ask for.

Heat blossomed throughout my stomach like butterflies. My lungs and heart pumped harder when his hand wrapped around mine.

Together, we positioned the head against dripping folds. Spencer pressed forward, filling the emptiness of me with himself. Inch by inch, he coaxed tight, resistant muscles into a new kind of tension. My body clung to him the same way sweat beaded on my skin. Each second that passed, I became more and more aware of how empty my life had been without him.

When I finally felt the base of him rest against my inner thighs, I let out a shaky breath. I breathed in again, reinvigorated. New, but still innocent to the full force of his passion.

“I love you,” he whispered against my lips.

“I love you, too,” I answered. I’d hardly even recognized my voice.

The dreamy, otherworldly quality of it had been honest. Just as I’d started to transcend the ninth cloud, Spencer began pulling out of me just as slowly as he’d entered. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the heat of him dragging against sensitive muscles.

Then, when I’d least expected it, Spencer thrust forward. With one swift motion, he forced himself to the hilt inside of me.

“Ah!” I yelped.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, not understanding that it had been caused by the furthest thing from pain.

“No, no, it feels so, so good,” I said between heavy breaths. Unable to express exactly how it felt, I explained, “You feel so good.”

“You have no idea how good I feel right now,” he chuckled back.

The joke, however silly, served as another reminder to my body that I was safe there. Even when Spencer started to thrust into me with less restraint, my body started to relax and allow him to take what he wanted.

My thighs rippled from the contact. My whole body writhed underneath him, rocking in tandem with his movements. We were simultaneously together and off-rhythm, but it didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was the soft sounds of pleasure pouring from our mouths and between our legs.

“I love you so much,” he pleaded, “Thank you for loving me.”

“I love you so much, Spencer,” I returned because it was true.

Spencer’s movements faltered simultaneously. He stopped at the deepest point of me and gasped. He steadied himself, trying to not lose himself completely.

Despite wanting it to last longer, I also needed him to come closer. So, I kissed him even though I knew it couldn’t last nearly long enough at his pace.

Still, Spencer’s lips lingered on mine. Each time he drove into me, his lips would brush against mine enough to satisfy my longing.

Punctuating every thought with our bodies crashing together, he whispered sweet nothings in the air between us.

“Your body is the closest thing to sanctity,” he groaned, “you are the only evidence of cosmic creation I will ever need.”

My stomach started to tense with the power of his words. They worked their way into the most intimate part of me the same way our bodies melded together.

My eyes, barely open, stayed fixed on his in the darkness. He served as my light, the fire burning between my hip bones. I felt myself becoming consumed so quickly that it made me hold him harder, closer, longer.

Spencer’s soul reached into mine and my words flowed from his lips.

“Fate exists and it brought me here to you. I was made for this,” he said between heavy whimpers, “I was made for you.”

There were no words left to be said. Every nerve in my body was firing, every beautiful word I’d ever heard was battling its way to my tongue. Only the most meaningful managed to be made.

“Spencer…” I whined.

He heard the desperation in my voice and he knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered in earnest, “Take me. I’m yours.”

The sweet sound of my submission took him over the edge. Just as we’d started, we plummeted into the ecstasy together. With our bodies wound around one another and our hearts just as hopelessly enmeshed, we found our release. As my walls fluttered around him, I felt his heartbeat from inside of myself. Warmth unlike the rest filled where I was once empty.

When his body collapsed onto me, he still made sure that our lips met first. A chaste kiss devolved into a flurry of tongues and whimpers the way it always had.

It had been different, but it had been the same. Exactly as he’d promised.

Spencer eventually paused his worship to let his lungs catch up to our now gently beating hearts.

But he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Was it worth the wait?”

I laughed at his impatience and never ending desire to please. Relief washed over me when I realized that I hadn’t needed to lie.

“Yes,” I hummed before flashing a cheeky grin. “But I don’t think I want to wait that long for next time. Is that alright with you?”

And although it would take at least a few moments to fully enjoy each other to that extent, I still felt him twitch with excitement inside me.

Then, with a deeper, darker voice to foreshadow a future of exciting adventures, he rasped, “That sounds great.”

(And it was. It really, really was.)

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Who doesn’t love a fun little NYE fic ❤️🍾

Let’s Start the New Year Right

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

18+ minors DNI

desc: Spencer and reader get invited to a chill, casual NYE party. But things heat up right at the stroke of midnight.

cw: food mention, Spencer is a little awkward in the beginning, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, semi-public sex (in a bathroom)... Let me know if I missed anything

wc: 1667

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“I can’t go dressed like this? People will laugh at me.” 

Spencer looks himself over in the mirror for the tenth time, running a hand down his sweatshirt. It was New Years Eve and you two weren’t doing anything too crazy, just spending time at your friend Andies house with a few others. She’d just bought said house and was desperate for you and the rest of your friends to see it. And what better time than New Year's Eve?

“They will not laugh at you. Andie said she wanted everyone to be casual and casual means jeans and sweatshirts,” you called from inside your closet. “And we’ll be out by the fire. You’ll be more comfortable like this. Trust me.” 

You peak around the corner to his portion of the closet, a small smile tugging at your lips. He looks cute, more dressed down than you usually see him. In fact, this is the most you’ve seen him in the past three weeks. Serial killers don’t take breaks, even during the holidays. So off he and the team went to bum-fuck-nowhere Alabama and missed Christmas.

It was disappointing to say the least. 

But it was his job, something he warned you of previously. However, it didn’t mean him missing important days didn’t hurt. But you sucked it up and smiled through it. Plus, it didn’t matter. He was home and he was safe. 

“I do trust you. But I don’t want to be underdressed.” He sighs moving to grab his tennis shoes, sitting on the little poof seat you insisted on buying. (And that he secretly loved. Not that he’d admit it.) 

You pull your hair out of the back of your sweatshirt, smoothing it down and grabbing a warm hat. “You won’t be. This isn’t like Rossi’s where we dress to the nines and get drunk on champagne.” 

You see him grin as he ties his shoes, a small blush rising on his ears. 

“Yeah he was sad we were coming this year. I, however, am excited we aren’t going. I have spent more than enough time with all of them. They’ll survive without me for a night.” 

You giggle, walking towards him and hugging him from behind. “Yes, baby, your friends will survive without you. You’re all mine tonight.” You kiss his cheek before straightening and checking your phone, “we should head out, sweetheart. Andie will be pissed if we’re late.” 

The drive to Andies was short, filled with Spencer's long winded explanation about why you and he bought your house at the ‘most perfect time’. You loved listening to him ramble, even if half the time he spoke gibberish. You were thankful you could google some of the super big words he used. 

The second you’re parked outside the house, big, beautiful and full of holiday cheer, you see Spencer tense. You’d think after six years together, he’d be more calm around your friends. They helped him with the proposal after all and he still has the group chat. The group chat where they send him memes he doesn’t understand. However, no matter the time, he isn’t the most comfortable with anyone but you. And more so in your bedroom. 

You find it… endearing to say the least. 

You reach over and grab his hand, squeezing it three times i am here. “Ready?” 

He squeezes back and nods, “I am… I think.” 

It’s all you need before getting out and never once letting go of Spencer’s hand. 

Andie stands at the door, smile on her face, two glasses of punch in her hands. “There is my best friend and her hot as fuck fiance!”

Spencer practically cringes at her words, never being one who could handle a compliment. Even if he was the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen. 

“Hi! Sorry we’re late. We had a late night. You know how it is, serial killers killing during the holidays. Dr. Reid forever having to save the day.” You pat his chest, looking up at him fondly. 

He loves when you look at him like that, eyes so wide, filled to the brim with love. He kisses your head and 

Andie fake gags, handing you the drinks in her hand. “Yes, yes. Get inside before we let the kitten out and before the cold air comes in.” 

You sip it, the vodka making your chest feel warm. Spencer looks down at the cup before looking back at you, “I can’t drink. Want this?” You nod, taking it and pouring it into your cup. “A-andie do you have water? Bottled? I don’t like sink water and fridge water tastes funny so bottled is better. Even though it’s not good for the environment.

“But it’s not really us that needs to worry. It’s the famous people who really pollute the envi-” 

Andie cuts him off, “Spencie baby, you don’t have to explain this to me. I have plenty of bottled water. Want a cold one or a room temp one?” 

Spencer curls his lips over his teeth, a small blush creeping up his neck, “cold is fine. Thank you, Andie.” 

“You’re welcome sweet thing.” She digs in her fridge and finds the bottle, handing it to him. “Now, time for a tour.” 

… 

It takes a good few minutes for her to show you both around the house, making sure she explains every single detail even down to the persian rug her current boyfriend bought her when he went to visit his mother. 

Spencer, of course, went on and on about this, that and the third. It was cute. 

But soon you were in Spencer's lap, staying warm by a fire and roasting a marshmallow while Spencer got the chocolate and graham crackers ready. You were two drinks and three shots in, happily buzzed but not even close to drunk. 

“You are so hot when you open chocolate. S’anyone ever told you that?” You say it quietly, not wanting to embarrass him in front of anyone. 

He smirks, using the top graham cracker to slide the toasted marshmallow off of the stick and smoosh it between the other cracker and chocolate. “No one has ever told me that. But there is a first for everything.” 

He takes the first bite before handing you the rest. You pout a little and he laughs. “You ate my smore! Not fair.” 

He kisses you, lips brushing over yours gently, “I will make you another when you finish that one.” “What happened to my shy boy? Getting bossy out here.” You smirk, knowing you’re pushing his buttons.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night when I fucked you into the mattress.” He says right in your ear, nipping at it slightly. 

You shiver, squirming in his lap. “You-you can’t do this to me. We can’t fuck here.” 

He kisses your temple, “there are four bathrooms here. We totally could. They all lock, I made sure.” 

Andie claps her hands, “ten minutes till midnight!” 

Spencer grips your thigh, “what a way to ring in the new year? Me buried inside you.” 

You cross your legs, trying anything to get some friction. 

“They’ll notice, Spence.” You look around, no one is paying attention to you, most of them sucking face with their dates.

“Oh baby, they won’t notice.” 

Before you know it, your pants and underwear are on the bathroom floor, and Spencer's face buried in your cunt. You bite your fist to quiet the moan. For some reason, it was extremely hot getting eaten out with the possibility of someone hearing you. But that didn’t mean you wanted to get caught. 

“So pretty bunny.” He purrs from below you. He pushes two fingers inside you, easily opening you up. He knows your body better than you do, making mental notes of every little moan, gasp, and sigh that leaves your lips. Because of this it isn’t long before he has you falling over the edge, somehow keeping your moans quiet.

“Time,” He asks as he stands, towering over you.

You check your phone with shaky fingers, “11… 11:50” 

Spencer pulls at his belt with fervor, pushing his pants down till they pool at his ankles. “Gotta keep you quiet for another ten minutes.” 

His lips are on yours, swallowing your moans as he pushes all the way inside you. He doesn’t waste time, his hips snapping against yours. His lips travel from your lips and down your neck, moving your sweatshirt to the side to suck hickies where no one can see them. 

‘Just for me,’ he’d always say. ‘Only for me.’ 

“Spencer, please.” How you manage to whisper it is beyond you. But it doesn’t matter with the way he’s moving. 

“Shh… I’ve got you, bunny.” He snaps his hips faster. 

Your second orgasm comes right at 11:58. And it isn’t long before you can hear your friends counting down. 

Ten.

“Fuck bunny. Feel so good.” 

Nine

“S-spencer…” 

Eight

His hand covers your mouth, muffling your growing moans. 

Seven 

“I know you don’t want to get caught.” 

Six 

“‘Specially not so close to midnight. Right?” 

Five 

You shake your head no. Eyes staying locked with his.

Four

A wicked smirk crosses his lips, his confidence growing. 

Three

“S’what I thought.” 

Two 

His thrust grow more and more sloppy and before long his head falls into your shoulder and his orgasm rips through him, spilling inside you. 

One

His kiss is hard, hands on the sides of your face while he makes out with you, riding out the rest of his orgasm. He’s panting as he pulls back, Spencer's forehead resting on yours. 

“Happy New Years, sweet angel.”

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I hope you enjoyed! This is my first fic in almost a year. Im nervous to say the least lmao. I love you all ❤️

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Insatiable Girl (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer decides to explore a particular aspect of his girlfriend’s psychology. Request: Reid notices that the reader has a bit of an oral fixation and decides he wants to study it with her a bit further. Couple: Spencer Reid/Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Spencer!POV, oral sex (male receiving), established relationship, body worship (male), fingering, oral fixation Word Count: 1.6k

MASTERLIST

There have been many theories about oral fixations. Although most only know about Freud’s thoughts on the matter, the truth is that most animals experience a period of youth where they seek out something to satisfy their need for self-soothing.

It makes sense. Our mouths are not only how we nourish ourselves, but also how we express our personality. How much of human courtship is performed with the mouth? From a smile to something more… salacious.

When I’d invited my girlfriend to move in with me, I’d already been aware of this aspect of her psychology. It would’ve been difficult to miss. But for all the pleasure it provided, it also brought with it the sweetest torture. Because her fixation persisted even when we were in public.

How many hours had I sat and watched as she worshiped something that would never be capable of appreciating her efforts? How many times had I sat and counted bubblegum bubbles or listened to the muffled clacking of mints on her teeth?

Don’t even get me started on lollipops.

But that day, as we sat in our respective spaces in the living room, she had nothing but herself to use to appease that ever-demanding compulsion. Each time that I’d looked over, I would watch as her jaw twitched while her teeth worked the supple skin of her lower lip.

My heart raced, skipping a beat each time that I watched it slip free. I could feel the slickness of her lips, the pillowy, malleable softness of her. I could taste the sweetness of the firm muscle of her tongue.

My thoughts ran wild with fantasies that I’d had a million times before. But that day, one had made its way through to the forefront.

I stood without warning, but she didn’t seem to mind. At that time, she was too engrossed in chewing idly on the tip of her thumb.

She didn’t look up until I was right in front of her. Even then, she just opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing.

Like a baby bird opening her mouth and pleading for me to provide her what she needed. Mere seconds after she’d removed her own thumb, her eyes began pleading, ‘Give me something more.’

At first, I had to say no. I had my own cruel desires that I’d needed to indulge. I wanted to watch her crumble beneath me until there was no greater satisfaction than giving me mine.

My hand cradled her jaw to stop her from chewing on her lips. Her body rocked forward, her neck craning to be even an inch closer to what she wanted most.

But I wasn’t a complete sadist. I wouldn’t leave her completely unsatisfied. The next time she opened her mouth to beg, I pressed my thumb against her bottom lip. Within seconds, she’d accepted it. At first, she was gentle. She wrapped her tongue around the digit and let out a soft breath from her nose.

Soon enough, though, her desire got the better of her. With both her hands on my hips, she pulled my entire thumb into her mouth. She audibly moaned, as if I had given her the greatest gift.

But I hadn’t. Not yet.

She knew that, too. That’s why she wasted no time unbuckling my pants, all while her mouth refused to relent.

Her mouth had been so warm, so soft. Everything about her was. It set my blood on fire in the best possible way.  I listened to the melodic sound of belt buckles and buttons and indulged in the overwhelming feeling of her lips wrapped around my thumb.

I groaned when I finally felt my pants slacken around my now pressing erection. At the same time, I fought my self-preserving instinct that told me to look away. I knew it would be too much to see her, but I did it, anyway.

That insatiable, darling girl released my thumb from her mouth with a satisfying ‘pop.’ She gasped for breath, puffing hot air against wet skin as she climbed off the couch and dropped to her knees like she was preparing a prayer. She used both hands to pull my erection free and then… she waited.

There was a quiet moment— a silent blessing for what she was about to receive. She closed her eyes as she pressed a small kiss against burning skin.

I couldn’t resist her much longer. She was on her knees, but I was the one begging for salvation.

“Please,” I whispered without even thinking.

Her giggles filled the silence. It was a beautiful sound.

Her mouth was an even more beautiful feeling.

Even though it made my racing heart weak, I looked down at her through half-lidded eyes. I watched as I disappeared between her lips. Inch by inch, she accepted me into the warmth of her.

It was act of love. It was an act of worship.

But any pleasure it brought me paled in comparison to the ecstasy that slipped from the space between her lips.

Truly, she had never looked happier than when her mouth was full. She hummed so contentedly against me that I almost forgot to breathe. I was drunk on her worship, the love that she could only give on her knees.

I felt weak. I felt like a God. I felt my heart beating against her tongue as she wrapped it around my dick. She held me close, as close as she could. With struggling muscles rejecting her efforts, she persisted until she was satisfied. Yet, she was insatiable.

My eyes glazed over as I continued watching myself disappear over and over into her wanting mouth. I tried to follow the patterns of her tongue but got lost in her lustful eyes, instead.

I was bewildered and mesmerized with the way she made love with her mouth alone. I didn’t dare disturb her, although I couldn’t help but fantasize about kissing her, too. I laced my fingers through her disheveled hair and pulled the same way I would if I’d been kissing her.

She pulled away and gasped just before she closed her lips around me again. The sudden burst of cool air only heightened the warmth of her. My body bucked harder against her. Her nose was buried in soft curls at the base of me, but she showed no signs of objection.

Instead, she rid her mouth of any air. She suckled until her tongue was flat against the sensitive underside of me. She massaged the pulsing vein to the rhythm of my heartbeat. She kept going even when it seemed impossible.

My hips drove my cock further into her throat and paid no mind to the muscle’s protests. I reveled in the wetness dripping from her bottom lip.

I forced weary eyes open again to look down at the state of her. Her eyes struggled the same as the rest of her. Her hand buried beneath her underwear undoubtedly dripping the same way as her mouth.

 I wanted more. She deserved more.

With one final thrust against the back of her throat, I took hold of her hair and gave her everything I had. Hot waves of pleasure pooled in her mouth and that darling girl moaned. She was sobbing against the base of me like she had been devastated to see the end of something so beautiful.

When I was finally spent, with heaving breath and a slackened grip, I pulled her off me. Even with the exhaustion, I handled her with all the care she’d deserved. But she was nothing if not fixated.

Not even a second after she’d taken a full breath, she took me in her mouth again. Gently, she cleaned overly sensitive skin to ensure that she hadn’t missed a drop.

As much as it made me ache, I couldn’t bring myself to stop her until that insatiable girl was satisfied.

She released the now softened length with an even softer tongue. My darling girl looked up at me with a beg for something more than my everything.

I wanted to give her more. She deserved more.

So, I helped her up from her spot with shaky knees. She trembled against me, and I welcomed the warmth of her body.

She was my greatest desire. I couldn’t say no to something as sweet as her slightly salty lips. She was so tired, but she didn’t fail to kiss me back. She pushed her tongue into my mouth at the same time I sneaked past the band of her underwear.

She gasped around my mouth, still seeking air without having to let go.

Her dripping heat didn’t resist my fingers. I pressed them into her effortlessly, feeling more of her from the inside.

I was so drunk on the power of pleasing her that I almost couldn’t let her go. I held my fingers down against that rough patch at the front of her walls until she was twitching. I waited for her body to squirm and her lips to break contact with mine before I started to move again.

I’d wanted to hear her whisper sweet nothings against my lips.

“Please, Spencer,” she slurred through swollen lips, “More.”

I’d be damned to tell her no.

I pulled my fingers free from tense walls and placed them gently against the swollen pearl at the crest of her dripping heat. A few gentle, lazy circles was all it took for her to fall apart in my arms.

Still, she kissed me with everything she had. I tasted myself on her tongue and imagined tasting her, too. Something more than the sweetness of her saliva.

Once I was certain she’d had enough, I removed my hand from her underwear and brought it to her lips.

Without any hesitation, she took my fingers into her mouth.

My insatiable girl, I thought, may you never have enough of this.

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Do you have any or would you be interested in something where Spencer fucks the reader but doesn’t even take her clothes off all the way? Something about a hiked skirt and panties pushed to the side

Hey friend! I have quite a few fics with partially clothed sex. I've listed most of them here 🥰

Teacher’s Pet: Reader insists on being a problem for her favorite Professor.

My Boss’s Daughter: Spencer’s fling with his boss’s daughter is definitely going to get him fired.

Truce: Spencer doesn’t like his new boss.

Be Still: When Spencer is given the all clear to “exercise” after he was shot, his girlfriend decides to go for a ride.

Jazz & Jealousy: On a visit from New Orleans, Ethan takes a liking to Spencer’s crush. He is not thrilled.

Opposing Counsel: Spencer runs into his childhood rival at trial for a case. Now that they’re older, they found a new way to resolve their differences.

I Like It Like That: Spencer is jealous after a rowdy party.

Funhouse Mirror: SSA Reader promised Spencer he’d be surprised by her costume of the Doctor for the Halloween Party. To her credit, he definitely was.

The Objective & The Occult: Reader is a witch and Spencer is a scientist, can I make it any more obvious.

“Bro Code” Be Damned: Spencer decides that the Bro Code isn’t really a code to be taken seriously when Derek’s girlfriend is feeling neglected.

Devil in the Backseat: Reader is a little too much for Spencer (and he’s into it).

Schrödinger’s Relationship (Part 1, Part 2): Reader finds out Spencer has been dating a kind and cute woman (when he’s not spending the night at her house).

Lily of the Valley ❤️ (Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3): Unsub!Reid. Spencer was found guilty but mentally ill after the torture and murder of several men. He finds solace in his psychiatrist at the institution.

Dark Side (Part 1, Part 2): What can Reader say? Spencer in a prison jumpsuit is just too hard to resist.

As well as several chapters of my series:

[COMPLETE] Here to Misbehave: Spencer meets a girl he can’t get enough of at the nightclub, then quickly realizes she is not supposed to be there. Series Masterlist

[CURRENT] The Birds & The Bees: Prof!Spencer, Virgin!Reader. Reader interviews for a position as Dr. Spencer Reid’s Teaching Assistant, and Spencer learns something special about her. Series Masterlist

I hope you enjoy!

Thanks for reading ☺️

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a GORGEOUS anon got us the spencer overhears you and hotch fucking fic

ABSOLUTELY AMAZING, THANK YOU!

I can now confirm it is from the wonderful @beelmons collabed w/ @ihavemanyhusbands ! It is titled “The Mistakes of a Lonely Heart.” If you read it, please be sure to drop a like, reblog, or some nice words to the lovely writer(s).

& Thank you for everyone who helped us find the right people to thank!

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hello pomegranate!

looks like no one can really find it so .. i’m looking for a hotch x reader fic where whilst having sex, reader accidentally calls spencer, who jacks off to the sounds of hotch and reader.

if anyone knows what fic this one is, i’d really appreciate it 😅 thank you!!

The way everyone in the discord remembers the fic but can’t find it gives me hope… if anyone knows this fanfic (and whether it’s even still available), please let us know! I’d love to recognize an author that crafted something so memorable.

ANSWERED: “The Mistakes of a Lonely Heart” by @beelmons in a collab with @ihavemanyhusbands ! If you read it, please be sure to drop a like, reblog, or some kind words for our lovely writer(s) ❤️

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enemies/rivals to lovers where both of them are smart and compete against each other

Somewhat surprisingly, I only have one (so far)!

In my fic Opposing Counsel (18+), Reader is a criminal defense attorney whose childhood rival, Spencer Reid, testified for the prosecution in one of her cases. After the trial concludes, Spencer decides to pay her a visit to vent his frustrations. The two end up debating over their IQ scores (and who can please the other better).

Content Warning(s): Fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, hate fucking, courtroom proceedings, death penalty/institutionalization mention.

If you're interested in more criminal defense attorney fics, you should also check out my (SFW) friends-with-benefits fic Devil's Advocate.

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Roommate Spence! 👀

In my fic Lavender Laundry, (NSFW) Spencer has a crush on his roommate, who seems to love torturing him. After multiple nights of mutual longing, Spencer finds an unfamiliar pair of lavender lace underwear in his laundry...

(Content Warning(s): Sub!Spencer, panty snatching, pervert Spencer, (perceived) dubious consent*, mutual pining, mutual masturbating, penetrative sex, humiliation/teasing (Spencer), unprotected sex, degradation) * This fic might be hard for people sensitive to themes often depicted in stalking/unrequited love situations. In the fic, it’s all orchestrated and consensual by Reader, but Spencer doesn’t know for sure. Please be cautious and stay safe!

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