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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 4 years ago

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Here’s a blurb from my other acc 👀

Sub!spencer + titty sucking Right I’m now going to bathe in holy water

Actually I think I’m the one who needs holy water 😳

I hope this is everything you dreamed!

Pretty Boy

Spencer is Y/N’s pretty boy

A/N: Loved, loved, loved writing this. I’m always down for a lil sub Spencer!

Warnings: Smut, titty sucking, hand job, praise kink, slight dom/sub dynamic, soft domme reader

Word Count: 1.1k

They’d been seeing each other for a while now. Not that anyone on the team knew that. They tiptoed around in secret, dodging questions about their dating lives, stealing glances at each other while no one was looking.

As cliche as it sounded, the sneaking around almost made it hotter. Especially on the nights that they’d sneak into each other’s rooms.

This was one of those nights. Spencer didn’t think it was going to be, given that the whole team had gotten rooms in the same hallway, as a rule, that was usually too risky.

But Y/N didn’t care, or she could bring herself to.

When he heard the soft knock at the door he shot upright in bed, like some kind of desperate Pavlovian response he was already turned on before he even made it to the door to let her in.

She doesn’t say anything until she’s in the room with the door softly closed behind them.

“I didn’t think you’d come?” He asks, grateful

“I couldn’t wait, I missed you so much to today baby” she pulls him into her arms, holding him close for a moment before pulling back and catching his lips in a hungry kiss.

He surrenders to it right away, letting himself get washed away in her taste, her touch. He missed her desperately on the nights that they couldn’t be together, on the nights that he knew she was only a few doors down, thinking of him.

“But the others?” He asks when she pulls back and she runs her fingers through his hair reassuring and soft.

“It shouldn’t be a problem if you can keep quiet for me baby?” She coos, and he melts, he would do anything she wanted. So he nods excitedly, and it forces her lips to curve up in a smile.

“You’re so good” she places another sweet kiss on his lips, “Take off your clothes and go wait for me on the bed” she instructs in her commanding yet soothing voice, and he can do nothing but oblige.

He waits patiently, naked and sitting with his back up against the headboard. Just where she wants him. When she feels like she’s given him enough time to work himself up, and she can see his cock, hard, flushed and leaking at the tip from the anticipation alone, then she joins him.

“So so good for me Spence” she whispers, coming to sit on his lap, a leg curled on either side of his own, her hands braced on his shoulders with his cock nestled in between both of them, it was leaking onto the fabric of her nightdress now, but she didn’t care.

“I think you deserve a little something, don’t you think?” She leans down close to moan it against his ear, and his eyes roll back from the feeling of her hot breath against his skin.

“Yes” he whines out, desperate already. And she loves that she gets to see this version of Spencer, aching for her.

She takes her hands off his shoulders so that she can slip the steps of her nightdress down, without the support it slips down her torso, pooling at her hips so she’s exposed to him.

And his eyes got straight to where they always want to. Lingering on her breasts and they way the stand up off her chest. Her nipples already hard from the anticipation.

His lips part softly, his putt hanging open at the sight. But he knows better than to touch without being asked, without being told.

“Why don’t you put that mouth to use pretty boy?” She hums, and that’s all the permission he needs.

He leans in close to her and leaves kisses all throughout the valley between her breasts, cupping one of them in each hand and pushing them together around his face. Burying himself between them for a few moments.

Her head lols backwards at the feeling, his hands are warm, and far softer than they have any right to be. When his grip grows harsher, his kisses do too.

They move up further sloppily kissing the tops of her breasts, his mouth is open on them, him tongue occasionally slipping out to lick and such along the delicate skin.

“Fuck, baby” she has to stifle a cry, and she can feel him moan at her approval, his cock twitching in between them from the praise.

His lips move down further, his hands moving around to her back now, pulling her closer against him, his hands digging into her.

He wraps his lips around one of her nipples, taking the hard bud in his mouth and gently teasing it between his teeth before taking it into his mouth completely.

And it’s warm and wet around her, his lips and tongue running over the sensitive skin, coaxing moans from deep within her that she has to actively suppress so that they don’t get caught.

But that only seems to turn him on more, his mouth turning its attention to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.

Once she’s hit a point where she can barely take it anymore she slips her hand down, between their stomachs, and gently grabbing his cock.

It’s wet with precum, and it twitches in her grip.

He lets out a tiny moan but his lips stay focused and wrapped around her, sucking and teasing.

“You’re doing such a good job baby” she comforts, and his cock twitches again. She squeezes it again before staring to move, her hand pumping up and down his hard length. She starts off slow, teasing and deliberate long strokes, running her tongue over his slit every so often.

Soon enough he can concentrate on nothing else but the way her hand feels around him. His mouth can do nothing else but moan into her soft chest, biting his face between her breaths to stifle the desperate whines that rip thorough him. He continues like that, Hilton’s her close, his face pressed right up against her until he’s cumming, spilling all over her hand, coating his stomach and her nightdress.

“I’m so lucky to have you baby, you did so good for me, so perfect” she works him through his high, bringing her other hand to his back face and pushing his curls off of his sweaty forehead.

And he can nothing but look up at her, his eyes so absolutely full of love.

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stilesobrien-dylanstilinski · 3 years ago

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All-Fandom Masterlist

The Amazing Spiderman (tasm!Peter Parker) Sweet

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

making out with Pete on the couch by @spidervee

I Say I Hate You With a Smile On My Face by @stylesparker

just waiting on you by @buckybgal

crush by @ptersparkers

Can I borrow your height? by @withahappyrefrain

Drunk Peter by @cheeksgrowingtired

Sweater Weather by @cheeksgrowingtired

Scared Of His Own Strength Parker by @spidervee

Spider-Sense Pregnancy Test by @spidervee

how it should have been by @pctcr

What a Way to Wake Up (reader on period) by @writings-of-a-hufflepuff

Spicy

Hush, Hush by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Anal drabble and Peter eating ass by @jin0

Feral Peter breaking the bed by @jin0

Homemade Cookies by @win3r-h3art

Dirty Talk by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Teaching reader to to behave by @jin0

Peter and Reader make a Porno by @withasideofmeg

He finds out neighbor has a crush on you by @spidervee

green, green,dress by @spidernerdsblog

In the Name of Science by @withahappyrefrain

Well Behaved by @marvlspideys

Pussydrunk Parker by @mrshipsmcgee

whatever you want, I’ll let you take by @ohcaptains

I wish you would by @realspideyspice

admiring his hands by @spidervee

knee socks by @peterthepark

princess by @fqjth

distracted by Peter in his underwear by @mrshipsmcgee

Desire by @peterparkwh0re

Overstimulation by @ddejavvu

his hand around your throat by @spidervee

Summertime and Sundresses by @withahappyrefrain

Play Date by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

Wedding Night blurb by @spidervee

no need to whine, boy by @toxicmodernity

muffled sounds by @fqjth

Peter’s Angel by @blooming-violets

jealous!Peter by @spidervee

Miss Your Face and part 2 by @dontsaypetertingle

Fucking The Silence Out of You by @jin0

You’re so pretty by @spidcysenses

Skin-tight and Sinful by @spidervee

mine by @sang-woos

Need You Home by @marvlspideys

Your Friendly Neighborhood Sensitive Spider by @jin0

Skaterboy by @writings-of-a-hufflepuff

dumbification by @mrshipsmcgee

sweet girl of mine by @inklore

That Dress by @writings-of-a-hufflepuff

The Equal Opportunist Who Just So Happen To Love Boobs More by @jin0

Loving You as You and Not Her (angsty but we get there) by @jin0

Criminal Minds Sweet (Spencer Reid)

With You by @moonlightspencie

The guaranteed way to get to sleep by @radiant-reid

My girl by @reidslibrarybook

Confidential Information by @gubler-me-up

Spicy (Spencer Reid)

Teaching Spencer how to eat you out by @ddejavvu

Betting Friends by @baubunny

Tease (dom!Spencer) by @spencerreidscoffeecup

Don!Reid as written by @insufferablelust squirting blurb,

Let me love you by @sinfulspencer

Spencer reid has a choking kink by @kota-writes

cockwarming Spencer in public by @reidsahacker

Spencer is a secret dom by @spenciebabie

Thermal Energy by @imagining-in-the-margins

Moon Knight Sweet

Spicy

Beg by @novaresque

Keep Your Vigils on the Road by @charnelhouse

Break by @dreaminrubies

but you can’t wait to sink in by @moonknightly

Cheer Me Up Before You Go Go by @missdictatorme

Stuck and Slipped by @psithurista

Seize The Day by @fictionalnerdery

while we untangle by @charnelhouse

Harry Potter Spicy (Cedric Diggory)

better than words by @expelliearweasley

Let Me Teach You by @amphxtrite

Spicy (poly!Marauders)

subspace by @toxicmodernity

Sweet (Remus Lupin)

giving Remus a bath by @desireav

Hufflepuff!Reader dating Remus by @isadora-larkspur

casual dominance by @je-sus-callsmedaddy

finding reader asleep in his bed by @fliplupin

affection by @vxntagedior

royal guard! Remus blurbs by @gxtitobxby 1 2

hands, sunset, and a boy by @nats-girl

you get hurt around Mafia!Remus by @pinkandblueblurbs

peppering kisses on his face by @sunny-bunnny

Mafia!Remus keeps you away from guns by @piecesofem

Reader get shot in the shoulder (Mafia!Remus) by @piecesofem

crybaby!reader x Mafia!Remus by @piecesofem

mornings with Remus by @hippogrxff

blooming blueberry (Mafia!Remus x baker!reader) by @letterstothefire

reader is a crystal girl by @constillatedchaos

A Snog Need by @clairunoia

Spicy (Remus Lupin)

post!fullmoon sex by @morwap

10/10 by @castexpectopatronum

Bestfriend! Remus helps you finish by @enviedear

Mean Streak (with best friends brother!Remus) by @luveline

mean/perv/bf! remus by @jcmes

“his pretty pussy” blurb by @indigoh4ze

game over by @claieunoia

tearing you asunder by @toxicmodernity

So smart by @lilahisntsadanymore

non fiction by @griffxnnage

king of the clouds by @umbrae-in-nive

My bunny by @wannabemurdock

he loves to go down on you by @spidervee

The Patronus by @myfictionaldreams

pre ! full moon feral Remus by @ririreader

There’s No Sun Without You by @ririreader

sick by @prettybabybaby

between the stacks by @gxtitobaby

softdom!Remus by @luveline

rutting by @simoncowellsjuicytit

corrupted (dark!therapist!Remus) by @ameliora-j

bulge kink by @ambrosialvr

Taking What’s Mine (Mafia!Remus) by @myfictionaldreams

How Easy You Are to Need by @embrassemoi

down like sunsets by @godlessandwrecked

jealous!Remus by@ririreader

his bunny by @siriusbydeer

Only Mine by @comfortscripts

MINE by @inlovewithmoony

His Angel to Ruin by @lonelyhe4rts

remus rubbing your cunt as he reads by @morwap

The third night (Prof!Remus x Student!Reader) by @mypiledriverwaltz

man eater, make you work hard by @constillatedchaos

tension between prof!Remus and student!Remus by @ririreader

fluffy cockwarming smut by @weaselbrownie

Darling, Come Home (Mafia!Remus) by @gxtitobxby

Knotting with Alpha!Remus by @pinkandblueblurbs

Marvel / DC Sweet (MCU! Peter Parker)

Nesting before heat (a/b/o dynamics) (alpha!Peter x omega!reader) by @raspberryparker

Period Parker II by @vampireoutofbusiness

Spicy (MCU! Peter Parker)

touch (inexperienced!Peter) by @lula-loves-life

she’s here (a/b/o dynamics) (alpha!Peter x omega!reader) by @yanagiin

It’s About Time (A/B/O) by @octoberkait

Lovebug (sex pollen) by @starlordsandrockets

Giving him a handjob by @silkscream

Rings, Rings, Rings by @vintagemulti

Rail me if I’m wrong by @tomhollanfics96

Right Answer by @tomsholland2412

gimme! gimme! gimme! by @lizzy-williams

Counting freckles by @lissy-williams

How do You Taste? by @vendettaparker

Spicy (Battinson)

Don’t Tell Me… by @adoringvigilantes

Pop Culture Sweet (Andrew Garfield) Spicy (Andrew Garfield)

Lingerie on you honeymoon by @jin0

Red Carpet Possesiveness by @jin0

terrible thing by @inklore

Andrew Has Babies On The Brain by @jin0

he just loves you so much by @jin0

Tastes So Good by @sweetgirlray

Filling You by @sweetgirlray

recording green, green, dress by @dreaminrubies

Sweet (Harry Styles) Spicy (Harry Styles)

Mafia!Harry Blurb by @harryistheonlyoneforme

Subrry wants to suck on your clit by @watermelonlovershigh

soft morning sex by @satanhalsey

My Little Dorothy (sub!Harry) by @tpwkindness94

Soft Dom with Hard Kinks by @muffindaddystyles

sub!Harry and a sex toy by @purplekiwis

St. Paul by @erodasfishtacos

Size Kink with Alpha!Harry (A/B/O) by @jarofstyles

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 4 years ago

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Is This Gonna Be Graded?

Summary: Y/N’s last assignment is simple, write down everything that you’d want to try. The options are endless and that just might be the end of her.

Category: Smut 18+ (minors DNI)

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Female Reader

Warnings: Smut so MINORS DNI! (Age gap (legal), former professor/student, light degradation, light spanking, penetrative/unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), soft Dom Spencer with innocence kink, submissive reader who kinda want to be be a brat (remember no glove, no love and don’t be stupid if hit by cupid) if I missed anything, please don’t hesitate to correct me

Word Count: 3900ish (I got very carried away in the build up)

Author’s Note: Here is my entry to @spenciebabie fic contest! This is a sequel submission to this blurb, click the link to see which one I’m referencing. It’s Professor Spencer x Virgin Reader... This is my first time writing anything resembling smut, so please be advised that this might be incredibly cringey and horrid :). Nevertheless, I hope that you enjoy!

Is This Gonna Be Graded?

Spencer told you that you’d just had to wait till the end of the semester and he was all yours. All yours to kiss in public, all yours to wake up to in the morning and have make you breakfast in bed, all yours to be all yours. Well, he’s been yours since you walked into the class with your sweet smile and even sweeter disposition. The end of the semester was so close that you could almost taste it. The idea of having two whole weeks of Spencer all to yourself was enough to let your mind run wild of the dirty and depraved things you wanted him to do to you. Thinking back to the final “assignment” your professor assigned you, you pull out the pretty stationary with flowers and bunnies that Spencer gifted you just because he liked seeing your face light up at the smallest expressions of affection. His assignment was clear, and you recall the commanding tone in his voice when he whispered in your ear.

“Now Y/N,” he said in almost a chastising tone. You felt your face flush and your stomach flutter at the way he looked down at you.

“I want you to write down everything you want to try, sweet girl. Everything that you want me to do to you. Together we will check all your boxes. I just want my bunny to be happy and taken care off,” he tells you, rubbing his thumb over your lips before crouching down to kiss each corner of your mouth.

“Is this gonna be graded, Dr. Reid?” You respond coly.

“I expect nothing but the best from my favorite student,” Spencer says, kissing your forehead before waving goodbye excitedly. God the way he can switch from fan-your-face sexy to dorkly adorable made your head spin.

The fond memory still makes heat crawl up your cheeks. Taking the pen to paper you think of sinful things you want to try out. If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Dr. Spencer Reid, it’s that he’s quite forward about what he wants. And what he wants is you. On the paper you make quick notes.

I want to be called your good girl, your dumb bunny, and a greedy girl

I read about overstimulation and I really want to try that

I want to try riding you and for you to spank me

I think that I would like edging

Oral (giving and receiving)

Fingering

You read over the list and it seems like a good start. It was strange writing down the things you wanted to do with Spencer, but with him that awkwardness was more excitement. You could tell that he enjoyed exploring these things with you. He enjoyed watching you feel good because of him for the first time. Something deep inside the pair of you got off on him being the only one to ever see you like that. Part of your heart would be perfectly content with it just being him, but part of your head tells you that may not ever come true. Looking forward to the weekend, you tuck away the piece of paper in the drawer.

Spencer, if you haven’t realized it yet, is an enormous dork. Walking through the different shelves of books at the bookstore with Spencer is like wandering into a candy store with a sweet tooth. Except maybe your sweet tooth couldn’t be sated by the words between the pages but rather a certain someone’s face between your legs.

“Spencer,” you whined, tugging on his sleeves.

“A little longer, Y/N,” Spencer says, his voice a little impatient as his fingers dance across the spines of the books. He selects a book, and you try to strain your head over his shoulder to read the title.

“Nope,” he says, playfully with a certain look in his eye.

You let out a huff and a whine at Spencer’s refusal to share the book with you. He gives you a pointed look, telling you to knock it off while you still have the chance. But pushing his buttons has never been so much fun, especially when your mind thinks over the piece of paper hidden in your desk. Spencer pays for the book, and offers you his hand as you walk to his car.

“Spencer, where are we going?” You ask, as he rubs his thumb over the soft part of your palm. You can’t ever get used to the way his hand fits so wonderfully in your palm and other certain places.

“Patience, Y/N. Good things come to good girls who wait,” Spencer says, opening your door and walking around to his seat. You can feel your heart thumping as Spencer pulls out of the parking lot and heads off in the direction of your apartment.

“Did you finish your assignment, Y/N?” Spencer asks, his voice but a whisper in your ear.

You steal a look up at him. His brown hair is messy with curls and someone how he makes it look put together. Maybe it’s his tweed sports coat and tie that makes him look so wonderful or maybe it’s his voice that rambles on about some statistic one second and switches to sinful secrets the next.

“Yes, Dr Reid,” you tell him. You watch as he takes a seat at your kitchen table, almost ignoring you.

“Go get it and bring it out here,” he tells you.

You come back into your kitchen and find Spencer reading his book that he purchased. He doesn’t look up at you when you walk back in, but opens his hand with his palm facing up.

Tentatively, you put your palm in his. He looks up at you and you realize that he must have expected you to put the folded up piece of paper in his hand rather than your palm. This realization, much to Spencer’s delight, causes your cheeks to tinge in slight embarrassment.

“I want to read your assignment, Y/N” Spencer says, not breaking his eye contact with you. You hand him the note and move to pull your hand away, but much to your enjoyment, Spencer hangs on to your hand.

He probably only looks over at the list for a couple of seconds, which is enough for him to have read it considering he’s a genius after all. Spencer pushes the letter over to you, still holding on to your hand. The silence is thick and the way he looks over at you makes you feel like you’re under a bright spot light.

“Now Y/N, I’m a profiler and I can’t help but profile what your list tells me about you, my dear,” Spencer says, his voice low and husky.

You don’t even dare to make a noise, not trusting your voice to give away how badly you ache for him inside and out.

“I think that you’ve been a good girl your whole life. Always doing what you’re told, so smart, hmm?” Spencer says, moving a hand to rest on your thigh and the other draws shapes in your palm.

“Yes, Dr. Reid,” you respond, not making eye contact.

“Look at me when I talk to you, sweet girl,” Spencer orders, and like a puppeteer has an invisible string attached to your head, you raise your chin to look up at the man sitting before you.

“You’re proving my point, sweetheart. You can’t help but want to be a good girl, but part of you wants to let that out, now does it? Part of you wants to be a messy, dumb girl who wants to get her way. Is that right, Y/N?” Spencer says, leaning in to move the hand that caresses your palm to cup your cheek.

You look at Spencer with shock that he’s seen right through you. It’s tiring sometimes, to always be the smart girl. Spencer’s giving you the reins to let go of that persona and to tap into a side of yourself that you’ve never seen before. The excitement that pumps your heart is nothing compared to the way he’s looking at you. Like he wants you.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly.

“I want you to feel good, sweet girl. And I want to make you feel good,” Spencer says, kissing your temples and down your cheek softly. You hum in pleasure as he makes his way down your chest, motioning for you to take your shirt off.

“Don’t be shy now, baby. I want to see all of you,” Spencer says, leaning back to watch you shed your shirt.

You blush from the top of your nose down to your now exposed chest. Spencer’s large hands cup your breasts as he touches you like you’re a piece of glass that can break if he handles you with too much pressure.

“Such a needy little thing already,” Spencer remarks, removing his hands from their spot on your body, much to your displeasure.

“Spencer,” you whimper, already missing his touch.

“Look at me, Pretty Girl. I got you a present for being such a good student this semester,” Spencer tells you, handing you the book that you bought at the bookstore only a couple hours prior. It’s wrapped in paper with bunnies and flowers, and you can’t help but smile at Spencer’s attention to detail.

“Was I your favorite student, Professor Reid?” you say, a cheeky smile adorns your face as you take the book from Spencer’s hand.

“I want you to get the rest of those clothes off and sit on your bed. Wait till I come in,” Spencer tells, unable to stop himself from planting a heated kiss on your lips. You haven’t kissed that many people before Spencer, but with the way he kisses you tell yourself they were all leading up to this one. He’s a passionate man, so you’d not expect anything less than what he gives as he kisses down your neck.

“Dr. Reid if you want me to go lay on the bed you have to let me go first,” you say lightly, trying not to reveal to Spencer how much his kisses work you up.

“Tut, tut, Y/N. It’s lie down, you are to lie down on the bed. Here I thought my star pupil was more intelligent than that? Hmm are you just a silly little thing?” Spencer asks in a mocking tone, as he spins you around to lead you into the bedroom with his large hand on the small of your back.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Reid,” you say, your blush really is perpetual when he’s so commanding around you.

Spencer looks at you expectantly and you take that as a signal to get undressed. It’s hard to bear yourself in front of a man as composed as him. His dark stare practically burns holes into your body. Even though you stand there naked front of him, as your jeans fall to the ground around your ankles, Spencer’s gaze is not raking over your body. His eyes latch on to yours, holding your stare until your constant blush rushes to your head.

“You‘re so fucking beautiful, Y/N. You know that right?” He asks, his hands coming up to rest on the soft skin of your hips. His fingers get tangled up in the waistband of your underwear. They’re lacy and cotton in a light purple. You recall Spencer wearing the color quite a bit, something deep inside you drew you to the color. Maybe it was the thought of him undressing you and revealing the special undergarments picked out especially for him.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you say, your voice shaky under his lustful stare.

Spencer kisses you again, tangling his hands in your hair and pulling lightly. The sensation on your neck and on the back of your head makes you dizzy with excitement. He holds you so tenderly but his hungry mouth speaks for the sinful way you realize he wants to touch you.

“Please, Dr. Reid. I need you to touch me,” you say, your breath getting short and your patience growing even shorter.

“I’ve hardly touched you and you’re already such a mess. Get up on the bed, sweet girl and spread your legs for me,” Spencer instructs, as you hop up on the bed.

You crawl to the pillows, but before you can turn around, a sharp slap lands right on the soft part of your ass. You let out a yelp that bleeds into a moan. Spencer watches as your skin returns to its original color, and makes a mental note to try that again with you.

“That’s for your poor grammar, my silly girl,” he reprimands.

You sit down in your spot, with your head resting on the pillows. Peeking down, you watch as Spencer undoes his tie and takes off his shirt. He crawls between your legs and grabs the book from where you tossed it on your nightstand. You unwrap the paper, revealing a worn copy of Psychology of the Mind, your textbook in Spencer’s class. You let out a small chuckle at the gift, leave it to Spencer Reid to get you a textbook as a gift.

“Start reading, Y/N. And your only instruction is to tell me when you’re close. You think you can handle that, or is that too much. You can your professor, sweet girl” Spencer says, peering up from you.

You nod and sneak a touch at Spencer’s soft hair. He leans into your touch, enjoying the affection more than he lets on. He winks at you, egging you on to continue.

“Psychology is the scientific study of mind and behavior. The word “psychology” comes from the Greek words “psyche,” meaning life, and “logos,” meaning explanation. Psychology is a popular major for students, a popular topic in the public media, and a part of our everyday lives—ah, ah, Spencer!” You cry out, looking down from the textbook to watch Spencer’s face disappear in between your legs.

“I love your thighs, Y/N,” Spencer says, wrapping his hands around them so you’re glued to your spot on the bed.

“Really?” You ask, it’s not like you absolutely love your thighs. They’re just thighs, but the way that Spencer looks up at you, starts to plant seeds in your mind.

“Oh yes, they’re so soft and warm. Just you wait, sweet girl. Continue reading, please,” Spencer says, planting bruising kissing on the softest parts of your thighs.

“Television shows such as—as Dr. Phil feature psychologists who provide personal a-advice to those with personal or family difficulties. Crime dramas such as CSI, Lie to Me, and others feature the work of forensic psychologists who use psychological principles to help solve cr-crimes. Oh God, I’m close, Spencer,” you cry as Spencer’s tongue continues to draw patterns along your thighs and folds.

“Spencer, oh fuck! That’s it, please, Spencer- I’m going to,” you whine as Spencer’s tongue latches onto your clit. He kisses and sucks at a pace like no other, he seems to be enjoying himself, considering the lewd moans he makes.

You think that you’re about to die when Spencer inserts a long finger into your entrance. You’re not used to the feeling of being so full from another person. The way his fingers arch and reach, searching for the spot to make you come undone sets a fire to your core. Spencer doesn’t stop sucking or kissing your clit as he enters another finger into your entrance.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me when you’re going to cum,” Spencer says, looking up at you. His chin glistens with your arousal and he licks his lips to clean it up.

“I think you’re ready to cum. But you’re such a dumb little bunny that you can’t tell. It’s a good thing you have me, sweet girl. I can tell when you’re ready to cum. You’re so wet for me. So wet from me touching you, such a messy, greedy little girl,” Spencer says, smacking the inside of your thighs.

You yelp and latch on to the roots of his hair, forgetting your instructions to read aloud.

“Please! I’m, I-I” you whimper as Spencer caresses your face, placing sweet kisses along your collarbone and up to chest.

“I know, baby. I’ll take care of you. Hmm. You want my cock? Is that what you need, silly girl?” Spencer asks, fiddling with his belt to remove his pants.

“Yes,” you practically scream, as the heat in between your legs gets too much to bear.

“Be patient, my dumb bunny. You need to learn patience, Y/N,” Spencer tells you, tossing his underwear to the side and rubbing his cock with his hand.

“Please fuck me, Dr. Reid. Please!” You cry for Spencer, who seals your lips with a final kiss before lining up to your entrance.

“You’re still so tight for me, Y/N. So wet and warm for me. I’m the only one who gets you, hmm. Only I can see you all messy like this. No one else,” Spencer says, thrusting into you and snaking his hand to rub your clit in quick, circular patterns.

“You’re so big, Spencer. You fill me up so good, so good,” you whine, tears spilling down your face. Spencer’s hand comes up to rub against your lips and to wipe away your tears.

Even though he’s fucked you several times since that time in his office, Spencer still can’t get you used to the way the dirty words sound from your pink lips. The way you still blush at saying “cock” and “pussy” breaks something inside of him.

“Spencer, can-can I ride you?” You cry, begging for him to move faster to do something to attend to the burning between your legs.

“Do you think that you can handle that? I don’t think you can. Look at you, you can hardly handle my cock fucking you like this? Hmm, my dumb bunny is hungry for my cock, isn’t she?”

“Yes, Sir!” You squeak, his hands come to grab your hips to sit up on his lap. His cock is fully sheathed inside you, and he’s never felt so big. You can hardly form sentences as Spencer rubs his fingers along your clit, setting aflame to the fire below.

“I’m so close, Y/N. You want me to cum in you, baby?”

“Yes, sir. Please cum inside me. I need it,” you moan into Spencer’s shoulder.

“Soon, baby. Try bouncing on my cock. Like a good little bunny. You’re my dumb little bunny, hmm now bounce on my cock,” Spencer says, slapping your ass to be get you move up and down on his cock.

He watches as he disappears deep inside you. Spencer plants wet, opened mouth kisses on your shoulder, your neck, your eyes. Any skin that he can reach is not safe from the assault from Spencer’s soft lips. He likes seeing the marks that are left in its wake on your soft, unclaimed skin.

“Can I cum, please sir. Let me cum with you, I need it,” you breathe out, hardly trusting yourself to talk without spilling to Spencer how wonderful his fingers and mouth and cock make you feel.

“Cum with me, sweet girl. You can cum,” Spencer tells you, closing his eyes and reaching his own release with the quickening of his fingers on your clit.

“Oh, God! Oh Spencer,” you cry as you finally let go. You lean your whole body against Spencer’s. Your forehead touches his chest, the sweat on your body mats your hair to your forehead.

Spencer peppers soft kisses along your shoulder and collarbone as he places you down on the bed. You whine at the feeling of himself leaving you, and he hums to soothe you.

“You did so good, Y/N. My perfect girl,” He says, holding your hand and kissing each of your fingers. His sweet gesture elicits a fit of giggles from you, much to Spencer’s pleasure. He gets up from the bed and walks into your hallway. Part of you is a little worried that he’s leaving, maybe he didn’t mean it, maybe he didn’t enjoy it.

“I’ll be right back, honey. Right back,” Spencer tells you from the hallway into your room. He returns with a towel that’s warm and damp. Spencer cleans you up from in between your legs and tosses the towel into your laundry basket. He opens a drawer and picks out a soft T-shirt to dress you in. Gently, he dresses you. Taking the time to kiss your face and whisper to you how wonderful you felt and how good you make him feel. You have a sneaking suspicion that Spencer enjoys this quiet, intimate part even more than the rough, passionate part just moments before. You relish in the attention, it’s nice to have someone pay close attention and to see to enjoy it immensely.

“Thank you, Spencer,” You murmur into your pillow, as you watch him walk over to where he tossed his pants before climbing in between your legs. You watch him put his boxers and white T-shirt back on, struggling slightly as he tries to get out all the thoughts running through his head.

“I hope that you know I want this to be a relationship, Y/N. I don’t want you to think I just want to--”

“Fuck me?” You offer, quite shocked at how Spencer’s persona can switch up so fast. Perhaps he’s equally as shocked at your brazen language, given the rise of the eyebrow he throws you.

“Yes, I want to be with you. If you want to be with me,” Spencer professes, fiddling with a long box in his hands.

“I’d love to be with you, Spencer,” you tell him, a blush rising to both of your cheeks. He’s awfully cute when he’s shy, you think to yourself.

“So the textbook wasn’t really your gift,” Spencer says, handing you the long box.

You open the box and reveal a blue necklace with a gold chain. The blue jewel is topaz and is accompanied by three pearls that hang below it. The gold chain is delicate and the second Spencer saw it in the jewelry boutique, he couldn’t help but imagine it around your neck.

“It’s beautiful, Spencer. I love it, will you put it on for me?” You ask, tossing your hair around your shoulder.

Spencer climbs back into your bed and tenderly opens and closes the clasp of the necklace. His fingers graze your neck leaving goosebumps in their wake. His small kisses cause you to giggle and turn around to face him.

“You really can be quite sweet, Spencer,” You say as you lean in to meet your mouth to his.

“Well you make me want to be sweet, Y/N. It’s simple psychology-”

“Ha, luckily for me I no longer have to listen to you ramble on about psychology,” you tease a disgruntled looking Spencer.

Feigning hurt, Spencer dramatically holds his heart as if you mortally wounded him.

“You wound me, Y/N!” he fake cries as you tickle his sides.

“Oh you big baby, come lay down with me,” you say in between laughs.

“Hmm, I think that someone is asking for spankings,” he teases, “how many times do I need to tell you that it's lie down, sweet girl,” Spencer says, as you shake your head and lean in to kiss his forehead.

“Enough for it to stick, Professor,”

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 4 years ago

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this is so sweet! i love it so much! 🥰

Paint Me

A Spencer Reid Fanfic

your friendly AroAce brings you a fanfic that is so self indulgent

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GenderNeutral Artist!Reader

Warnings: sexual innuendos but no actions further than kissing, and Spence is shirtless

Word Count: 1.9k

Your short nails grazed his goose-bumped covered back.

You envisioned what you would do to it as if it were the canvas that you usually painted, which were now forgotten, leaned against the wall of your living room.

You now sat on the floor with your boyfriend between your legs, with his back facing you.

You can feel his muscles tensing as you drag your hand along his back, no doubt was he thinking about something inappropriate.

But you were simply there to paint.

And Spencer had offered to be the canvas.

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will-on-the-internet · 4 years ago

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Hospital Bed Confessions | Spencer Reid

Summary: After an unsub injures you and you end up in hospital, Spencer never leaves your side, even after letting a very special confession slip.

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of hospitals, guns, injuries, swear words, medications.

Word Count: 2.3k

Authors Note: This is for @spenciebabie writing contest, and I’m using the prompt “why don’t you make me?” This was written past mindnight, so it might not be as polished as I’d like, but I couldn’t wait to post it. Hope you enjoy!

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You never expected to be lying in a hospital bed at eleven pm, head foggy and pain shooting up your side. Really, it was the last thing you expected when you got up that morning to meet the team at the New York City Police Headquarters. But here you were, skull throbbing with a dull pinch and your body covered in thick hospital blankets.

The room was dark, curtains drawn across the windows and the door shut, blocking out outside noise. The only sound was the low beeping of various machines and monitors, and the quiet snores of a young man.

Spencer Reid had his hand gripping yours tightly, his head resting against the mattress and a blanket draped over him, body perched awkwardly in a chair that was pulled up to your bedside. You turned your head to look at him, taking in the way his lips quirked as he slept, how his tie was loosened, and his hair looked like a bid had used it for a nest.

“He’s been with you since you got out of surgery.” The soft voice caught your attention, and when you looked up you found Hotch standing in the doorway, door half open and dim light peeking through. The older agent stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him before walking over to your bedside, taking a seat on the edge of it. “How are you feeling?” Hotch looked you over, taking note of the small lacerations on your face, the deep cut on your left shoulder, and as his gaze drifted to your stomach, you knew there was something he hadn’t told you yet.

“Honestly? I’ve woken up in a hospital, in pain and I have no idea what happened.” Hotch frowned at your words, but nodded his head in understanding, and as you stared at him, he knew you were waiting for answers he wasn’t really wanting to give you. But, as your boss, friend and someone who cared about you deeply, he knew he had no choice.

“Do you remember you and Spencer chasing after the unsub through Time Square?” You shook your head, and he continued. “Well, the two of you followed him, and then…to be honest I don’t know the full story, we’re still trying to work it out, but Spencer said the unsub looped back and was next to you before you or Spencer knew. And then a minute later you were on the pavement with a gunshot to the stomach, and Spencer was calling for an ambulance.” Hotch sighed as he finished speaking, watching as the story washed over you. You didn’t say anything for a couple minutes, just fiddled with the blanket while you tried to collect your thoughts and push through the pain to talk.

“Did you,” your throat was dry and scratchy, and Hotch passed you a small cup of water, “did you catch the unsub?” Hotch nodded, waited for you to drain the water from the cup and then pass it back to him, and then he was speaking again.

“He tried running, but Spencer shot him in the knee when he tried. Good thing too, because we found out if he’d made it out of Times Square, he had someone waiting to get him out of the country.” Hotch stood up, bent down to press a kiss to your head with brotherly affection, and then straightened out his suit. “Now, you should get some rest, the other will be here soon now that they know you’re awake, and you’ll need some energy for that. And I think, someone next to you might be waking up.” With that, Hotch quietly left the room, shutting the door behind him.

You looked down at Spencer, his hand squeezing yours gently and his head moving against the blanket, trying to get comfortable again. You couldn’t help it when your hand moved to run through his hair, the soft strands falling against your fingertips and your nails scraping slightly against his scalp. He started to wake then, eyes blinking open as he let out a small yawn, but when he realised you were looking down at him, he couldn’t help but smile a soft smile that had you wanting to see more.

“You’re awake.” He’s leaning up in his chair, a hand still wrapped around yours and another coming up to brush across your face, feeling your cheeks heat underneath his fingers and the air slip out between your lips flutter across his palm. “The doctor said you wouldn’t be awake until morning, Hotch sent everyone back to the hotel to get some sleep because we didn’t think you’d wake up yet.”

“Sent everyone home except you of course.” You pulled him closer, tugging him to you until he was reluctantly climbing onto the bed, sitting so that his knees touched your left him, and he was on the opposite side of your wound. “Hotch told me you wouldn’t leave me, even when he ordered you to go back and get some sleep.” Spencer huffed, looking down into his lap until you reached up and tucked some of his long strands of hair behind his ear so you could see him more clearly.

“I…I didn’t want to leave you, especially when you were in pain. We had the unsub, the case was closed, I knew I could wait until after I knew you were okay to sleep. It’s not a big deal, I’m not even tired.” As soon as Spencer had uttered those words though, the young doctor was trying to muffle a yawn that made you giggle.

“Not tired huh?” Spencer shook his head again at your words, but you knew the truth. You could see the deep dark circles underneath his eyes, could figure out by the way he twitched and moved that he hadn’t had a good sleep in days, and by the looks of it, hadn’t slept since getting to New York. But you also knew that he, being the stubborn man he was, was never going to tell you all that, nor was he going to let you worry about his sleep, even if your heart ached just by looking at his tired face and blood shot eyes. “You know, you didn’t have to stay with me Spencer, really.”

“I know I didn’t, Y/N. But you’re my best friend and there’s no way I’m going to let you wake up in a hospital all alone, especially when you have a concussion and a bullet wound. And…I just needed to know that the love of my life was okay.” Spencer hadn’t realised what he’d just blurted out, but you certainly had, eyes widening and mouth opening in shock as the words sunk in. Love of his life…you were the love of his life.

And that’s when it hit you, when a wave of emotions came crashing down on your pain riddled body and you started to cry. Tears fell from your wide eyes, rolled down your cheeks and very quickly caught Spencer’s attention. He frowned deeply, brows furrowing and a sad look passing over his features as he cupped your face and attempted to wipe away the tears that wouldn’t stop spilling.

“Woah, hey, Y/N, hush, you’re okay.” Spencer didn’t really know how to react, but when you reached for him, he didn’t hesitate to pull your body in, being mindful of your injuries and the various cords that were attached to you. When he had you in his lap, blanket wrapped tightly around you in a warm embrace, you allowed yourself to bury your head into his chest, tears wetting his button-down shirt and hands holding you to him. His hands ran through your hair, and brushed over your back, letting you melt into his arms as you sobbed, and though he was still worried and starting to panic because he didn’t know why you were crying, he knew you would speak when you were ready. But that wasn’t going to stop him saying what he had spent years holding back, especially when he realised what he had told you moments ago.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you that right then. I mean, I have wanted to tell you that I’ve loved you since we first met, but…I didn’t mean to tell you when you’re in pain and in hospital. It’s not the most romantic setting, I must admit.” He heard you chuckle softly from where you were tucked into his shirt, and it gave him a moment of relief, knowing his words were helping if only a little bit. “To be honest, I think you getting shot made me realise I needed to tell you sooner rather than later, because I was so worried that you weren’t going to make it and I would never get to tell you how I felt. God, to think that Emily and Penelope and JJ and Derek, and hell even Hotch knew how I felt about you, but you didn’t…it was eating me up inside and I couldn’t stand it anymore.” You were looking up at him then, still resting against his chest but one of your hands reached up to let your pointer finger trace the line of his jaw, the edge of his cheekbones and his perfect pink lips that opened softly when he felt your fingers against his face.

“I’m glad you were here when I woke up, Spencer, because in truth I never want to be without you, especially now knowing you love me as much as I love you.” Your voice was weak, still wrecked from the lack of water, proper rest, and large dose of meds you were on, but Spencer was hooked to your every word. And as soon as he heard you say those three magic words, “I love you,” he was looking away and blinking his eyes rapidly, trying to will away the tears that threatened to spill.

“You know, loving me might not be the best idea, you’ve ever had, Y/N. Are you sure it’s not the drugs talking?” You chuckled at his words, but when you saw his face that was full of worry and fear and heartbreaking uncertainty, you stopped laughing and cupped his face.

“Spencer Walter Reid, I love you and there’s no changing that, sweet boy. But if you really want me to not love you like you deserve and like I want to, then why don’t you make me, baby?” Spencer couldn’t contain the grin that spread across his face, nor could he stop himself from kissing your forehead, both your cheeks and your nose, before letting his lips hover over yours.

“Fuck, I could never do that, darling. I’ve wanted to have you love me since forever.” He was holding you as tight as he could, lips still just brushing against yours as he spoke, and for a moment you got stuck in his gaze, his brown eyes watching you with such love and adoration that you felt like you were going to melt right then and there.

“Spencer, please, I need…I need you to kiss me, please.” Spencer didn’t hesitate to press his lips to yours then, cupping your cheeks with his large hands and drawing you as close as he could, the hair standing up on his arms as you let out a pleased whimper and grabbed onto his shirt as tight as you could, neither of you caring that you were crinkling the material with you fingers. Soon the tip of his tongue was tracing the seam of your lips, and you didn’t even think twice about letting him in, only moving your hand to tangle it in his hair.

The kiss could have lasted minutes, hours, days, but the both of you thought it was far too short as you pulled away to catch your breath, leaning your head at the crook of his neck while he littered kisses over your scalp, your hands he gently picked up and any other place on your body he could reach.

“I’ve waited way too long to do that.” Spencer breathed out, smiling when you giggled against him, watching your eyes flutter close as a wave of exhaustion hit you. “And though I would very much like to do it again, and again and again, I think it’s time you got some proper rest.” You nodded, kissing him one more time softly before letting him adjust the pillows behind your head and help you lie down, tucked under the blankets and comfortable.

“Will you stay? Please?” You uttered the words as he went to remove himself from your bed, your hand reaching out to stop him and grab his wrist. Spencer looked back at you, at the way you were fighting to keep your eyes opened, but also at the way your eyes pleaded with him to not leave you. And he knew he couldn’t say no.

“Of course, sweetheart, I won’t leave you. Now, do you want me in the chair or on the bed next to you?” You motioned to the bed, now too exhausted to speak, but he just smiled, kicked off his leather shoes and swung his legs onto the bed to lie next you, above the covers with one arm draped around your waist to hold you close, exactly how you wanted him to.

“Thank you Spence…I love…” You didn’t finish your sentence as you drifted off to sleep, but Spencer knew what you were trying to say. And after making sure the covers were pulled up to your chin like he knew you liked, no cords were wrapped around you and your bandages were still intact over your gunshot, Spencer kissed your forehead sweetly.

“Sleep well, darling, and I love you too.”

You didn’t think you would spend a night in hospital while you were in New York, nor did you think you would get shot. But with all the pain, and the physiotherapy that came with it, you both knew it wasn’t the worst night you’d ever had. How could any night be bad when Spencer Reid tells you he loves you?

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golden-barnes · 4 years ago

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Sundress

summary: You didn't think much about how you decided to wear a sundress to a BAU activity but Spencer felt some type of way when he saw you.

pairing: (spencer reid x f! reader)

category: smutish 18+

warnings/includes: innocent kink, fingering, dirty talk, and some petting or sly touches.

word count: 879

authors note: I decided to join @spenciebabie 's one-shot writing contest. I based this on this blurb that I've loved for so long and idk if I did the assignment correctly.

The BAU decided to have a little family picnic in Rossi’s backyard. It was all Penelope’s idea. Thinking it would be fun to have a cute little springtime get-together. Have the Bau kids do an easter egg scavenger hunt. Everyone will be wearing nice spring clothes, hanging around, and having a fun time. Just something wholesome, for this found family.

Or so you thought.

You didn’t think about how the sundress you put on would affect Spencer. It was a simple, short, sleeveless sundress that you got just for this picnic because Garcia was very specific that everyone had to be in their best clothes. It was this cute peach color that just called at you when you saw it.

Spencer stared at you with wide eyes when he first saw you but didn’t say anything. But you knew Spencer like the backhand. He liked the dress. And the fact that he hasn't taken his hands off of you since you got into the car, cemented that theory.

“Uncle Spencer!” Henry and Michael screamed when they saw their godfather and you entering Rossi’s backyard, hand in hand. The two blond children ran towards him, to hug him.

Spencer let go of your hand and grabbed the two kids in his arms. You walked towards the team that was sitting around with a couple of beers and talking.

“Hey, guys..” You said arriving at the table, waving at everyone.

“Hey there mama. Oh, I loveeee this dress.” Penelope said, engulfing you into a huge hug. You smiled at her enthusiasm. She let you go, and you sat down next to Tara who passed you a beer.

You hadn’t noticed that your dress had lifted a bit, showing your leg a bit more. Nobody did, except Spencer. And it was eating him alive. If you could read his mind at that moment, you would be shocked at his thoughts. But you are there, in your own “innocent” world, oblivious to Spencer’s thoughts.

Spencer took a seat next to you, and his hand went automatically on your thigh. His thumb rubbing circles on your inner thigh. Driving you crazy.

You tried to do small talk with the team and eat your food, but Spencer’s hand kept going up until he reached your panties. Your breath hitched a bit, and he slid his hand back to your thigh.

Spencer gave you a sly smirk before continuing to talk to Luke. As if he wasn’t teasing you under the table, turning you into putty in his hands. And nobody knew but you two.

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“Okay kiddos and parents. Let’s start the first Bau easter egg scavenger hunt!” Penelope clapped, giggling while Luke handed out the baskets to Matt’s children, JJ’s and Rossi’s grandson.

“Ready! Set! GO!” Emily said, and the kids started to run across the backyard. Everyone was paying attention to the kids, except Spencer.

Spencer stood next to you and pulled you closer to him, grabbing you by the waist. You felt his breath close to your ear.

“Have I told you how you look in that dress?” Spencer said, in a low voice. Goosebumps appeared on your arms. You shook your head. He smiled.

“Well let me tell you. You look so good in this dress. I almost don’t want to take it off when we get home. Just bend you over the couch and fuck you in it.” You let it a small gasp. He chuckled softly at your reaction and kissed you softly on the neck.

“How about in 5 minutes we go home? Would you like that, bunny?” He whispered in your ear.

“Yes please.” You breathed out. Spencer smiled at you and patted your butt before walking to the rest of the team.

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The ride home was quiet. Spencer’s hand stayed on your knee. You were almost bouncing with excitement, and Spencer found that endearing. It wasn’t until you got to the door of your apartment, that you felt the air around you two change.

Spencer closed the door and cornered you against the wall.

“You know, I’ve never seen this dress.” He said, twiddling the bottom of the dress.

“I bought it yesterday.”

“Mhm.. I really like it. You should buy more.” He pushed his knee between your legs and started to kiss your neck. You gasped and gripped his unruly brown hair. One of his hands started to wander down till it reached your panties.

He passed the band of your underwear and started to work against your clit, you groaned at the sensation. He disconnected from your neck and put his lips close to your ear.

“Looked so good during the day, bunny. Innocent. But they don’t know how you really are. A little slut for me.” He said, almost growling against your ear. He then put one of his fingers inside of you, and you threw your head back, almost hitting your head with the wall.

Spencer chuckled and took his hand out of your underwear, you whined at his actions.

“Let’s take this to the bed before you hurt yourself.” He said closing in, pulling you by the waist closer to him. You put your arms around his neck.

“I’m going to ruin you.” He whispered before giving you a kiss.

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whoreforreid · 4 years ago

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i’m very very new to the whole CM/spencer fandom, do you have any must read fics you’d recommend? x

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spenciegoob · 4 years ago

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Pathetic and Tragic

Summary: It’s been years since the BAU has tried to catch this unsub, so when Spencer figures out where she is, why did he feel the need to go alone?

Pairing: Spencer x Fem Unsub!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: mentions of murder/blood, slight bondage, hair pulling, choking, gagging, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, slight degradation

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Hi! This is for a contest by @spenciebabie and I’ve chosen the one-shot prompt why don't you make me?

Masterlist

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The case was never supposed to last this long. Spencer knew that, Hell, the whole BAU knew that. A woman with ties to the highest degree of one of the most infamous organized crime families should have been the FBI’s top priority, and for a very long time, she was.

Then the case got complicated, and while Spencer’s mind clouded with an unbearable lust for a woman that would take his life with zero hesitation, the team lost one of their greatest players.

It was tragic in every sense of the word, the way Spencer’s mind replayed their first interaction, his lips feeling her breath on him after all this time, and the bullet that always rested in his bag.

He felt pathetic in that moment, letting her take control of his morals with her vice like grip on his mind, body and soul.

“FBI, freeze. Don’t move.” Finally, the BAU had found who they were looking for since her first appearance on their radar 8 months ago. More importantly, Spencer caught her trying to flee a scene she had no business being at. She looked so out of place, the blood and gore that laid a trail to her small, almost fragile figure making Spencer believe for a split second that she couldn’t have possibly done this.

But time moves quickly, and the second fleeted when she turned around to flash a wicked smile his way.

And Spencer Reid was the one who froze instead.

“Doctor,” she greeted with the utmost of poise and delicacy. “I do believe I have a job to do, so I’m sorry to inform you that I cannot follow your request at this time.”

She was taunting him, and Spencer would fall into that trap again and again if it meant her eyes remained on his.

But this was a criminal, a murderer, a sociopath, and he will not lose his footing this time. Not even for a flawless god-like woman.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you’re under arrest for the murder of Tristen Kepler, Michael Gerdinski and Harold Bennet.” Spencer’s voice was slowly losing its confidence as her face turned from one of pure hilarity to confusion.

“Is that all? You might be missing a few names.” She was proud of her work, it was insufferable. Spencer’s anger level was slowly rising, and if she continued to dance circles around his mind, the task at hand being forgotten, it was going to get dangerously high.

“You won’t shoot me, Dr. Reid,” she continued as she took a step towards him, the grip on his gun tightened.

“How do you know?” Spencer’s voice shook with the same uncertainty as his finger shaking over the trigger. She was right, he wasn’t going to shoot her, but Spencer couldn’t confirm the thoughts of a narcissist.

“Because,” another step. “I’m unarmed, and you, Spencer Reid,” another step. “Are a man of morals and righteousness, and justice.” She spit the last word with so much venom that the story behind her rage could have been the world’s most tragic villain arc.

The whole case was quite tragic.

“Don’t take another step.” Spencer was easily a foot taller than her, and with one scan could tell he weighed twice as much as her, but she still found a way to make his blood run cold with both fear and excitement.

“Or what?”

Spencer could’ve sworn he only blinked and she was directly in front of him, but that wasn’t entirely the truth. She had laid a fog over his mind, taking away his intelligence and peeling back every layer of his mind so only the thought of lowering his weapon in favor of getting on her good side remained.

She was challenging him to do something, but instead of the snake charmer charming the snake, she charmed him.

Spencer must have been hallucinating on the high of being closer to her now, but he could’ve sworn the crime scene they were in was starting to grow the same vines in the Garden of Eden, because there she stood handing Spencer an apple.

Like Eve, Spencer took it.

The second his gun lowered slightly, she pounced. She had him disarmed and on his back before he had time to process the feeling of her skin on his. If the impact to the ground didn’t knock the wind out of Spencer, her close proximity would.

She had a heel digging into his wrist closest to his gun that was only inches away, taunting him for his pathetic lust. Slowly, she bent down, entering the fog, black smoke mixing with his innocent, white cloud to create a gray that he wouldn’t dare call dull.

“I’m sorry it has to be like this, Spencer. Truly, I am.” Her eyes left his to scan his face before she reached over to his gun. The thought crossed his mind that she was going to kill him, but would that be so bad when he was breathing the same air as her?

She emptied the chamber into her hands, only leaving one bullet. He walked this road before, he knew his chances.

“One bullet, one chance.” She spun the chamber before slamming it back in place. “God, I really hope you live.”

For a split second, they shared a gaze clouded with desire for the other. Spencer let his mind fade into what her lips would feel like against his, or how her body would tremble under his. She had control now, but he knew from the way her eyes begged, even just for one second, she wanted him to flip the roles and take her right there. He would’ve too if it wasn’t for the cool metal that pressed against the side of his head.

Click!

An empty threat, yet she still smirked. “Today’s your lucky day, Doctor.”

She looked up to where a single headlight shone through the window above them, her hair trickling down to brush against Spencer’s neck, and he sighed at the small contact. It was pathetic, really.

“That’s my ride. See you around.” With that, she winked and ran off towards her getaway. Spencer laid there, taking in shallow breaths that escaped him during their interaction.

She had been stalling him, and he fell for it.

Spencer still carried around that bullet as a reminder. A reminder that he needs to catch her, she was too dangerous, and anything less than her being imprisoned for life wasn’t good enough.

It was also a reminder of how he felt when she was with him, over him, dominating him. Spencer never felt that helpless, that pathetic, that hungry for someone, and he wasn’t ready to let that go quite yet.

There was no new case that came in this week, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep that nagging feeling at bay when it came to her this case. They needed to shut it, Spencer needed to shut it, because maybe, just maybe, he could sleep better at night knowing he won.

“Delivery for Dr. Spencer Reid,” a voice called from the entrance of the bullpen. Spencer’s head shot around, finding a very harmless looking intern holding a small package in his hand looking around.

Cutting the kid some slack, he made his way over. “I’m Dr. Reid.” The kid smiled before handing him the little cardboard box. It fit in the palm of his hand, and was completely blank except for the small drawing of a snake on the top.

His blood ran cold, and his lungs forgot how to breath, just like they did a year ago.

A year ago today.

Spencer didn’t wait any longer, ripping the box open despite the strong glue that held it shut with its secrets.

Oh Spencer, hasn’t anyone told you not to open Pandora’s box?

The bullet inside rattled around the small container, one of the bullets that belonged to Spencer before she took them for her trophies.

She may have not killed Spencer, but she definitely took something more than just bullets with her that night.

He knew where she was, and she wanted him to.

Spencer could’ve told his team, hell, he was going to need the backup, so what stopped him from doing so as he raced for the crime scene that has since been cleared and reopened for the public to ignore the ‘No Trespassing’ sign?

Lust, lust is what stopped him, and it was pathetic.

Pathetic and tragic.

She knew he arrived, even if he turned the lights of the SUV off before pulling up the small warehouse. The air around her grew heavier with anticipation as she waited for Spencer to enter the room, no doubt waiting for the element of surprise.

She almost missed his light footsteps approaching her from behind.

“You’ve changed,” she called out. Spencer froze again, just like he had the first time. Was this pathetic enough?

“So have you,” his voice was calm, not caring for tiptoeing anymore. She was right, Spencer had changed, and now he took very little chances with instability.

“Yet here we are, repeating the same cycle as last year.” She turned to face him, and if she was less of a professional, she would have let her hunger for Spencer shine through. He had definitely changed, his hair was longer now, but still beautifully curly and framing his face, the one that was sharper, stubble on his cheeks.

Spencer was a man now, one she wanted to strip down to nothing both physically and emotionally.

“That’s not entirely true,” he shot back with a sense of cockiness to his tone, cockiness she had no patience for. “I’m not letting you go this time.”

She snorted, actually snorted in his face. “You cannot be serious. You think I would lead you to me just to turn myself in?”

“You’re coming with me, whether you want to or not.” There was no room for argument, but she had other plans. She saw the lust in his eyes a year ago, and though time passed, that passion when he was looking at her still hasn’t faded. She just needed to push his buttons a little bit.

“Why don’t you make me?” It was the final straw, the last drop of water before the dam broke, and Spencer made no effort to stop himself from taking her head in his hands and smashing their lips together in both anger and desire.

She moaned against his mouth, wrapping her hands around his neck to find their place in his hair. Spencer had other plans, because he grabbed both of her wrists before turning her around and bending her over the metal table behind them.

“Listen, Princess,” Spencer whispered into her ear, his lips grazing the shell as he bent his whole body over her to press her further. The cool metal was digging into her hips, but she couldn’t complain when it also meant she felt Spencer’s hard erection on her backside. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, and then I’m going to take you in where you’ll rot in prison for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”

“Only one of us is getting ruined today, and it’s not me.” Apparently, that was not the answer Spencer wanted, because he grabbed a fistful of her hair to pull her back against his chest, making her gasp and squirm against his strong frame.

“Watch the attitude,” he growled out before reaching down with his other hand to unbutton her black jeans. “Now let’s try that again. Do you understand me?”

She only responded in a whimper as Spencer’s hands reached inside both her pants and panties to run his fingers through her slick folds.

“Use your words, Princess.” She tried to grind down on his fingers, but Spencer was quick to remove them from her pants. Bringing his hand up to her neck, he wrapped it around before squeezing lightly. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes, I understand. Just please, Spencer.” She never would have thought that the awestruck doctor she wooed a year ago would be so rough with her, and the surprise just added to her need for him.

“Please what, Princess?” Spencer taunted.

“Just do something,” she barked back, immediately regretting her decision when he let go of her neck to push her by her head back onto the table with more force than necessary.

When she heard the click of his handcuffs, she started her relentless squirming. “What the hell, Spencer? I thought you were going to fucking do something!”

“Who said I wasn't?” He asked before completely ripping her pants down her legs, the cool air hitting her bare pussy, causing a shiver to run up her spine.

So this was the game Spencer’s playing.

“God, you’re already so fucking wet, Princess. Wanna taste you.” He gave her no time to register his words because Spencer dropped to his knees and licked a strip up and then down her folds, flicking her clit before taking in completely in his mouth.

Her mewls and groans bounced off the concrete walls around them, only urging Spencer on more. He suckled softly on her clit before flicking it back and forth repeatedly with his tongue at an incomprehensible pace. The knot in her stomach was forming, and at this rate, it was going to unravel fast.

“Spe-Spence I.. I’m g-gonna” Spencer brought his fingers up to her core, replacing his tongue with two slender digits.

“Do it, Princess. Come for me.” He pinched her clit roughly, and that was the final push over the edge, her moans loud consisting of incoherent curses and his name.

When she started to come down from her high, Spencer stood straight up again and started unbuckling his belt. She started to squirm and push back into him at his slow movements.

“I know you’re probably enjoying watching me struggle, but if you could please hurry the fuck up,” she said as she lifted part of her upper body to turn and look at him. She never got a good look, because Spencer reached out and slammed her back down before pushing all of himself into her waiting cunt.

She yelled out at the sensation, Spencer groaning before saying, “What did I tell you about that fucking attitude?”

He set a brutal pace, giving her barely any time to adjust before pulling out so just the tip remained, and then slamming into her with a rough, animalistic force.

“Ah, ah, ah, Sp- Spenc-” He grabbed her by the hair again, using it as leverage to pull her back onto his cock, making her scream out again.

“Shut up,” Spencer groaned out, annunciating each word with a thrust while he reached forward to shove two fingers into her mouth. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

She moaned around his fingers, causing him to press down on her tongue, gagging her. Spencer could feel the way she started to clench around him.

“You gonna cum, Princess? That’s it, cum with me.” Spencer’s thrusts grew sloppier as they both ran towards their orgasm together.

When they both finally reached their high, Spencer could’ve sworn he saw stars, his cock twitching in her pulsing warmth, milking him of everything. For a split second, their bodies had become one.

But time moves quickly, and the second fleeted when his actions caught up to him, and he ripped himself from her.

She was still shaking and trying to catch her breath when he undid the handcuffs that were burning her wrists. Confusion spread through her as she used her arms that still felt like jelly to push herself up off the table.

“Why... why’d you uncuff me?” Spencer looked up through his eyelashes at her from where he was redoing his belt, his face unreadable.

“Get dressed. I can’t arrest you half naked.” He looked away from her with a blush on his face as she bent down to pull her pants back up. When she looked back up at him from where he was trying to see from his peripherals if she was dressed again, she caught a glimpse of the man she met a year ago.

“That’s not the reason, Doctor. If you have a question, ask it.”

“Why’d you stop?” Spencer finally turned to face her, catching the surprise on her face before it morphed into that same wicked smile that rendered him helpless last time.

“Would you have come if I kept killing?” He didn’t have to think about his answer, it was the reason he was hoping was true.

“No.” She slowly stalked over to him, but this time she didn’t flip him on his back. Instead, she cupped his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to nuzzle into her palm.

“I still have 4 bullets,” she said softly. They locked eyes again, but this time, the lust they indulged in melted down to a mutual understanding.

“I’ll see you next year, Doctor.” With that, she walked around him, shutting the door with a slam on the way out, leaving Spencer staring at the silver with no attempt to chase after her.

Pathetic and tragic.

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 4 years ago

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Caught Up

Summary: Spencer and Reader can only keep their relationship a secret for so long, (and when Reader makes Spencer jealous on purpose, there’s only so long he can hide that too)

A/N: This is a bunch of blurb requests from my sideblog @spenciebabie that I mushed together and it really got away from me! So here’s a whole fic!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Dom!Spencer x Brat!Reader)

Category: Straight up smut, like filthy smut

Warnings/Includes: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (they get caught), dom!spencer, handcuffs, degradation (name calling etc.), spanking, brat!reader, jealousy, possessiveness, so much dirty talk, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 2.1k

Request/s: “hii! i love your writing and your blog honestly makes my day :) could you write a blurb about having friends with benefits with spencer and sharing the same room on a case and having sex but getting caught in the act ? thank you”

“Can you write a blurb about y/n and Spencer dating and the team dosent know but there caught having kinky sex😃”

“ok so what ab like, mean dom!spencer is fucking brat!reader and she like playfully smacks his cheek, and he just like, goes feral bc like 😩🥵 i might need this”

“spencer literally just spanking you for purposely making him jealous”

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It had been going on for a while, too long really. And still no one knew about it.

She’d sneak into his room, or he’d sneak into hers. Or if they got really lucky, they’d end up sharing through some lucky coincidence.

They didn’t know what that evening had in store for them yet, they just had to get through this day first, but some days felt longer than others. And honestly, some cases, like this one, were just slow and painful, and mostly busy work.

So she decided to make her own excitement.

When officers at local precincts hit on her she’d usually scold them about their professionalism, and rightfully so, but today she decided against it as the plucky young officer brought her over a cup of coffee with an eager look on his face.

She could see Spencer from across the room, watching them from a distance, eyes trained on hers and the way they darted towards him, and then back at the officer.

He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but their body language alone was enough to tell him what was going on. The way she reached out to caress his shoulder, or the way she laughed at his joke, and especially the way she threw her head back when she did, exposing her neck to him.

He could only take it for so long. He knew he couldn’t really do anything about it, he didn’t want to draw any attention to his bitter jealousy in case the other team members read into it. So he did the only thing he could think of and he rushed out of the room.

He could do nothing but stew on it until later that night, when she knocked on his door.

“Can I come in?” she asks, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in a coy smile. He doesn't say anything, he just pulls open the door and steps aside, waiting until it’s firmly closed behind him before he lets his real feelings bubble to the surface.

“What was that?” he says, trying with everything he has to keep his voice calm.

“What was what?” she asks, pouting in faux ignorance, toying with her hair just like she’d done earlier.

“You know what you little brat.” he says as he takes a step closer to her, closing the distance between them and pinning her up against the wall by her shoulders.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” she just says again, a look of complete innocence on her face, and it just makes him want to ruin her. She knew exactly what she was doing.

So he takes his hands off of her, not giving her the satisfaction of fucking her possessively against the wall that she was undoubtedly angling for.

“Take off everything but your panties ” he commands, standing in wait as he watches her strip down, dumping each item of clothing on the ground between them, looking at him expectantly the entire time until she was standing in front of him in nothing but a piece of frilly lace.

He tries to keep his face stone cold, not giving in, as he sits on the edge of the bed. He rests his hands on his lap before gently patting it.

“Lie down for your punishment” he says it in his most commanding voice and she leaps at the opportunity.

“Yes sir” she says, taking her place draped across his lap with her ass in the air.

“Do you know why I’m punishing you?” he asks as he lays a hand on the curve of her ass, gently caressing it at first.

“Nuh uh” she says in an over-dramatic, petulant whine. So his hand comes down hard on her, a loud smack echoing throughout the room, coupled with a small yelp.

“You really don't know? You sure about that baby?” he says, rubbing over the sensitive area gently, waiting for a response.

“No sir, I’ve got no idea what I’ve done, please” she whines, so he raises his hand up again, letting it come down against the same spot he’d just hit, landing with another loud smack, followed by an even louder cry.

“You sure?” he chances again but this time she changes her tune.

“Was it because I made you jealous sir?” she asks in a little moan, squirming in anticipation of her punishment.

“So you knew what you were doing” he says, as his hand comes up and lands in the same spot again, and she can feel the blood rushing straight to the sensitive skin, it must’ve felt hot beneath his fingers at this point.

“Ah!” she yelps, “M’sorry sir! I didn’t mean to” she says in a little voice, but the way she's wiggling her ass gently in his lap, savoring the delicious pain, tells a different story.

“You did mean to, you wanted this. Because you’re a desperate little slut” he groans,

“Please” she mewls, “I’m your little slut”

If he wasn’t turned on already that did it. She can feel the way his cock starts to press against her stomach where she’s laying on top of it, and the feeling goes straight to her core.

“And don’t you ever forget it” he growls as he releases one more hard slap against her ass, savoring in the pained little noises she makes.

He gives her a second to steady out her breathing before he pulls her up off of his lap, laying her gently down on the bed while he undresses himself finally. And now the only thing separating them are her panties.

So he leans over her in the bed, his fingers coming between them to trace delicately over the lace.

“Are you so desperate that you’re all wet from a little spanking, huh?” he teases, his tone low and harsh, and she just nods, “You like it when I use you?” she nods again as his fingers brush between her thighs, grazing the soaking wet patch of lace.

He only leaves his fingers there for a second, just enough time to tease, before he’s yanking her underwear roughly off of her legs. When he gets them off she spreads her legs open for him on instinct and he’s almost hypnotized by the way she’s glistening, dripping wet for him and him alone.

“Just admit it” he growls, holding his hands so tantalizingly close to her body without making contact. “Tell me that you did it on purpose and you can have my cock”

But she shakes her head, “Nu uh, I’m a good girl, I didn’t” she says it, looking at him with mock innocence.

“You’re not a good girl” he leans in close to her face as he speaks, “You’re a brat”

He hears the noise before he even registers the feeling as her hand comes up to gently slap his cheek, when he looks down at her she’s got a cheeky smile plastered across her face like this is going exactly as she planned.

“Turn around” he growls, acting on pure instinct he stands up off the bed, picking up his pants and fishing a pair of handcuffs out of the back pocket.

When he returns to the bed she's face down in the centre of it so he grabs her hands roughly, pulling her wrists and cuffing them together at the small of her back.

“I’m sorry sir” she whines in a fake protest, and his hands come down to grab her hips, pulling them roughly up off the bed so she has her knees beneath her, with her ass in the air.

“Shut up, you had your chance to talk” he huffs and reaches for her discarded underwear, “Only good girls get to talk, and still, little brats like you can never seem to keep quiet”

He reaches forward and shoves the lace into her waiting mouth, stifling her wanton moans in the process.

“Can you taste how desperate you are, how fucking wet you made those panties? So eager to be fucked like the slut you are” he groans as he lines himself up behind her, gripping her hip roughly with one hand before taking his leaking cock in the other.

He guides his head right into her waiting heat, pushing it just inside before letting out a moan himself, savoring it for just a moment. And then he's pushing in completely, as far as he can inside of her as his hands ground themselves on her hips.

Once he starts to move he wastes no time building to a relentless pace, forcing himself as deep as he can on each thrust and he can hear the little whines that escape her, muffled by the fabric and the way her face presses into the bedsheets every now and then.

“What’s the matter princess?” he rasps, “Am I too big for you? Too big for your tight little cunt?” she lets out a filthy moan at that, so loud that it makes it past the lace in her mouth and goes straight to his dick.

“Fuck, is this what you wanted?” he asks as he slams into her, faster and faster, his hips slapping up against the sensitive skin of her ass each time he bottoms out. “Did you want me to fuck you like I own you. Because I own this pussy, it belongs to no one else!”

He can hear muffled words trying to escape her mouth, and fuck it, he wants to hear them. So he takes a second to reach down and pull the panties back out of her mouth before resuming his movements. This time one of his hands comes down to grab at the chain of her handcuffs, pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust.

��I’m sorry” she moans, “I’m your little slut!” she’s crying out and he pounds her into the mattress, and they’re both so close now.

“You wanted me to punish you didn’t you? You like the pain? You like getting fucked like this, being used?” his words are punctuated with deep breaths as he grows closer and closer.

Her hands squirm and reach out for nothing as she writhes underneath him, unable to release any tension at all as she reaches her climax. And she’s shaking around him then, her hips bucking, her wrists tugging at the cuffs as she buries her face in the sheets, stifling the borderline screams that rip through her chest.

“That’s it princess, cum for me” he groans as he pumps into her, once, twice more, before he’s spilling inside of her, warm and deep as she continues to moan, and he thinks he can hear a little cry every now and then.

“Can your little pussy take it? Are you too full?” he teases as he rides out his own high, fucking his cum deeper inside of her with each lazy thrust.

“I wanna be full, I’m your toy” she whines.

With all of the combined noise, the moaning the panting, they both fail to hear the distinct ping of a key card being swiped in the door. And even worse than that, the door itself opening to a perfect view of the bed with the two of them facing it.

“Hey Pretty Boy, you got a that book you were talkin— fuck!” Derek yelps, his eyes barely comprehending the scene in front of him. “Shit, Derek” Spencer gasps, both of them gazing in abject horror at each other.

“Are those handcuffs?” Derek gapes, until Y/N lifts her face out of the covers only to make brief eye contact with her colleague.

“Is that Y/N?!” he almost shouts, his hand coming up to cover his mouth in shock. “Don't answer any of that, I’m gone!” he rushes out as he slams the door shut behind him.

“You think he’s gonna tell everyone?” Spencer pants, his heart racing for a million different reasons now.

“Well, he’s gonna tell Penelope. And Penelope’s gonna tell everyone” Y/N says in a breathy chuckle as Spencer gently pulls out of her.

When she rolls onto her back to look at him he’s white as a sheet, so she beckons him down to lay beside her.

“Hey, on the bright side, everyone’s finally gonna know I’m yours”

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inactive-luv · 4 years ago

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Circles and Squiggly Lines

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Summary: Spencer comes back from a bad case, and he and Y/N take some time for themselves to wind down and connect with each other...

Pairing: (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

Details: maybe pre-prison Reid, but anything works tbh

Category: fluff and smut

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: depressing thoughts, skin-to-skin closeness, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, spencer cries sorry

A/N: based off this blurb by @spenciebabie for their fic contest!

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His eyes were the most genuine part of his body; no matter how long he slept, they always eluded to the tiredness that constantly wept over him. It had become routine, he drank his coffee and took naps when needed, but overall he never slept much. Pills didn't work, and his job offered no sincerity to his lack of a good REM cycle. That was until he met her.

...

The first night he and Y/N slept together was probably the best night's sleep of his life. He thought of the oxytocin levels after orgasm or the studies of human skin-to-skin contact aiding in the human sleep cycle, but, after that, every night with her just became better and better.

In a non-sexual way (and a very sexual way), he loved sleeping together. He loved the feeling of her skin on his or the way her hair parted naturally in her sleep to frame her face. He loved holding her close so he could feel her heartbeat press against his. And he loved the mornings when she'd wake up tucked tightly in his arms. And he adored the groggy morning voice she hated so much.

She was one of the reasons he disliked traveling for work, not that he didn't love his job at times, but he missed his girlfriend's comfort after a long day, especially after the tougher cases. This one, in particular, was in the sex crimes unit.

He didn't want to talk to Y/N about this one. He didn't want her to worry about him, even though she probably should have. They don't tell you how much this job takes saturation out of things, and it made him realize just how much he missed her.

Thankfully they solved it rather quickly before the unsub could attain more victims, but when he got home that late Friday night, he admitted to himself how worn he was. He knew when to ask for help and when he knew he could push it off, but at this point, it took a lot to admit to himself how much he needed her.

He slept for the first time in a long week that night; it was comforting to fall asleep with her arms around his, and only then had he realized just how tired he was. She wasn't a profiler herself, but she could tell what he needed, even it was as little as a comforting rub on his back which is what she did.

She drew circles and squiggly lines on the bare skin of his back while his shoulder blades peeked out, and she hummed softly against his curly hair to let him rest in a peace he missed so dearly. A peace he had left unattended for far too long that now he was reunited, he would never let go.

And he slept. He slept, and he dreamed of pleasanter things. The shampoo of her hair wafted through his nose, so his memories of her flooded his head even in his unconscious state. Both of them in their exposed states, their skin on the others, he felt safe.

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The following day Y/N was shocked to find a pillow that had replaced her boyfriend in the middle of the night. Instead of drawing out her morning tired state, she quickly investigated where he went. She wanted to be with him after missing him for so long, but she wanted to make sure he was okay.

She put on some clothes from her hamper, desperate to find him as promptly as possible, and she discovered her mission was soon cut short when the first place she looked, she found him sitting in the bathtub with water up to his open ears.

"Spencer?" Were technically the first words she had spoken to him in the past twelve hours or so, and he immediately turned his head and sat up in her direction. "Are you okay?" He didn't respond; he just kept himself put. Afraid if he moved a muscle, the glass of his peaceful state would fall off his head and crash onto the mosaic floor.

She didn't nag him for an answer; she knew that sometimes after a case as bad as she was assuming, he could go slightly non-verbal, but she trusted him enough to tell her what he needed. But before she turns to leave the bathroom, he croaks out a small "Can-" She stops and turns around rapidly like a genie ready to help him in any way she could.

"Can you stay here?" His voice was down to a whisper, and a slight frown formed on Y/N's face. She could hear the pain in his voice. "Of course, sweetie, do you want some food or something? You hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday; I'm assuming," But her cut her off.

"I haven't been eating." This flipped a switch in her mind telling her she had a problem to fix; she could get him a snack or maybe something bigger if he were up for it, but from where she stood, he grabbed her hand softly in his wet fingertips and looked up at her with his added and puppy dog eyes. "Later?"

She listened and started to move to the sink counter and sit o the edge, but his grip on her hand didn't falter. "Do you want me to join you?" And again, he didn't give her any signal, no words, just a motionless being in his bathtub. But she knew him too well to know that his silence meant 'yes.'

Her clothes fell off easily before she places her foot in the bathtub by Spencer's, absent enough for her to be able to fit perfectly on Spencer's chest. He took her comfort in his hands and squeezed her closely, scared she could leave in seconds, but he knew she wouldn't. He knew she wouldn't abandon him when her hands intertwined with his as easily as they did last night in their bed.

She leaned in close, hearing the heartbeat in his chest thump and thump against her ear as a signal he was alive and working correctly. But she knew even broken people's hearts could pump even if they were damaged.

The thought of Spencer going through his pain alone made her weep for him. "Are you crying?" He asked when he realized how much she needed him as he needed her. She didn't try to hide her salty face; instead, she just wiggled her hands out of their crook to hold Spencer's.

Spencer's beautiful and soft hands grown worn and cracked over time. Spencer's hands that fit perfectly into hers. Spencer's hands whose held onto hers as if his life depended on it. Spencer's gorgeous hands he used to rub her back.

Small circles and squiggly lines in the formations where he knew she wasn't ticklish and wanted him to touch. Wanted him to lather in soap in the shower or place his hand when they're walking together or trace shapes when either of them was sad.

She's unsure where their idea originated from while Spencer remembers every detail. He remembers how she held onto his fist and stretched his arm to doodle funny images on his wrist in red ink. He remembers how relieved it made him feel latching onto the sensory of the shapes. And they both remember it as their comforting message to each other.

Y/N takes notice of the room around them, unaware of the life the two people in the bathtub shared. And she looked across the room only a few feet away from a bottle of bubble solution. Spencer notices it, too, and smiles softly. "I don't understand people who bathe without bubbles." She giggles, and Spencer does too, reaching his long arm to grab the bottle. "I was just tired, but you want bubbles; I'll make you bubbles."

She smiles when she drips the fluid onto the bathtub floor before sinking her hands to mix the solution, bubbles quickly forming to Spencer's smile and a soft chuckle. She messes with the feeling of it all, the lather on her skin and the colors of the liquid, and Spencer starts to as well, both of them basking in the much-needed relief of a down-time moment.

A moment neither of them needed to explain themselves, and they could be. Focusing on every little bubble and every petite sud, they soaked in the water for a long time, laughing and cuddling and playing with bubbles.

It wasn't long before Y/N found herself tightly bound in Spencer's arms again. The innocence of their bodies together lying in the soap and the fun of their bubble bath. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," She moans, giving a soft kiss to the pec she was laying on. He smiles at the feeling of his skin under her lips, a feeling he probably missed the most. The soft and delicate way she handled him and the way he held her was everything he missed and everything he loved about her.

He thinks about what would happen when he lost her.

If he lost her

He thinks about the case. The poor women who never returned home to their significant others; the even more impoverished people who would never hold their loved ones the way he was holding his own. Why was it fair they all lost their everything's when he had his waiting for him at home the whole time. He felt guilty. He felt ashamed before Y/N could notice the shift in his breath and begin her circular and squiggly movements again.

This made him smile before he whispered to her, "I'm scared of losing you." She moves up from her resting place on his chest to meet his eyeliner straight into his face. "You're not going to lose me, Spencer." She whispers back even though the feelings don't go away; they fade darker.

He leans in to kiss her, and she eagerly continues his advance. Not eagerly in a heated way but a way that explained to him just how much she cared. And through their kiss, he felt all of the love and all of the happiness she felt for him.

It felt like too much for him to deserve, but she kept giving and giving to him. Gently pecking at his lips and toying with the skin on his chest, enough to let him know it was safe to relax before Spencer had more in mind.

"Let's get out." She's curious, sure, but she listens to him and starts to reach for a towel when she emerged, bubbles sticking to her skin like honey. He watched the curves of her skin travel to her sweet softness, and when he left himself, he hugged onto her as tight as before, leaving another kiss on her lips before nuzzling his head in the safety of her shoulder.

She patted his damp back and motioned him to the bedroom, letting him lay himself down before he pulled her with him. "Spencer?" His eyes fixated on her's filled with confusion, before he let himself explain verbally. "Sleep with me? I-," He cuts himself off, waiting for her to say 'no' for her to say anything and ignore him, but instead, she listens to what he was waiting to speak.

"I want to be close to you. I want to feel you." She stands in front of him while he sits on the bed. After his wording, he leans into her chest and stomach to plant little kisses onto the skin he missed so much.

"There are other ways if you don't want to do this." It's not that she was talking him out of anything; she just hated the idea of making him uncomfortable. But he persisted. He kept his mouth on her smooth skin, hungry for the comfort and safety he felt around her, inside of her.

His once depressed state had morphed itself into a desire needing to be satiated. He wanted her. He missed her. He needed her. Watching his face travel down to her lower abdomen, she realizes just how much she needs him as well.

So she turns around and flops herself onto the bed, Spencer soon following and using his arms to support him hovering over her. His hair was dropping a little bit into her face, but he filled the space instantly with his lips on hers. She tasted his mouth with a further longing to show her love. She tasted the coffee on his lips and smelled the natural aroma of cedarwood and soft laundry in his skin.

When his lips moved to her shoulder, a soft moan escapes her lips, making him move faster, eager to be with her in all the ways he yearned for over the weeks he was gone. Both of them were already naked, so it was just their bare and slightly damp skin grinding against each-other while Spencer grew harder above her.

She loved the feeling of his growth on her stomach and started groaning louder, so excited for him. Spencer could tell how impatient she was getting, so he draws one of his fingers from the pillow she was resting on to her pelvis, halting just a little before she broke off the kiss, noticing his hesitation.

Her eyes looked up to his with a look of pure adoration; he feels his heart skip a beat. She leans back a little, wondering if he'd changed his mind about sex, but to affirm his desire, he pushes his fingers into her skin softly and dragged them further to her core, earning another weak whimper from her.

Her sounds shoot straight to his cock while he watches her eyes flutter from his movements. Gently pinching and rubbing her swollen clit, "Oh! Spencer!" was enough for him to roll his head to the side in awe before shooting his digits inside of her.

Excess lubrication formed at his fingertips while her hands flew to his shoulders, gently scratching and pulling him closer. "What do you need, baby?" He coos into her ear while gently nipping at her earlobe.

"Jesus, Spencer fuck me!"

She wails without thinking, running purely on impulse for release, anything. So he listened to her and lined himself up. Not waiting to tease her, he thrust all of him inside of her at once, earning another scream in his ear. Her gorgeous moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as they collided together.

As rough as they took it, it was purely driven by passion. A desire to be with each other fueled by the heat of an absence lasting too long for either of them to cope with.

He slows his pattern and shifts his upper body to hover right above her. Her eyes open delicately after being shut in concentration for so long. "I love you." He whispers into her breath, "I love you too." She returns, loosening her tight grip on his shoulders to ease the tension they built up so feverishly.

She can tell he's about to cum, noticing the sweat on his brow and look of focus on his face, so to tease him, she tightens herself around his aching cock. "Fuck, do that again!" He moaned over her. She did what he said, drawing another long moan and twitch in his dick.

It took a lot for him not to bust right there, but he composed himself long enough to bring his hand down to her clit again. He wanted her to come before him, so he worked his best to toy with her how he knew she loved.

"Oh, Spencer!" And many more cries erupted from her open mouth before Spencer filled it with his tongue. She took her free arms to wrap around Spencer's shoulder and pull him impossibly closer to him, longing for the release of their connection together.

When she finally did come, it took Spencer half of a second to follow her. Both of their highs colliding with each other in the minimal air separating them. Moans cascading and ricocheting off the walls as they came down together, nestled in each other's arms.

Before she wants to latch away from him, Spencer rolls off of her body to lie next to her. In her midst of weakness after her climax, she doesn't latch back onto him right away. Instead, she takes a few deep breaths before she hears Spencer's waiver.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, causing Y/N to abruptly turn in his direction to find her beautiful boyfriend, so strong and resilient for her crying next to her.

"No, no, no, no, no, baby, what's wrong?" She turned her body nearly on top of his and slid her hands up to his face to wipe away the tears streaming down. He tried his hardest to stop or at least calm himself down in front of her, but at this point, he couldn't have stopped himself.

He moaned and cried a little longer in her arms before bringing his voice to a whisper in her ear. "I feel crowded." He whispered so gently she almost didn't hear him accompanied by the sobs in between words, but she tried her best to articulate further,

"Do you want me to go?"

"No, please, I need you."

The words flow out before he can stop them, finally exposing his vulnerability to her waiting to be caught in her embrace. She shushes him, trying to calm him down, and plasters kisses all over his forehead, easing up to whisper small praises to him before he starts to slow his breathing.

"I love you so much, Y/N. I can't explain how much I need you." She listens to every heartbreaking syllable, only tightening her grip on him before whispering her own reciprocation, "You're never going to lose me, Spencer, I love you."

She kisses his forehead before he's calmed down enough to plant another firm kiss on her lips. They both know how late it is in the morning, but without words, they both tell each other it's okay to rest a little longer. Spencer falls asleep first, and Y/N just watched in awe how peaceful he looks before following him in their cuddly nap.

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 4 years ago

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A lil blurb from my side blog!

Omg that gif of the girl on his lap and you tagged it like “Spencer season 1/2 all nervous” you should turn that into a blurb!!

If you haven’t seen the gif here it is.

The First Move

They’re sharing a room. She knows he’s had a crush on her forever. Just like she’s had a crush on him. But she needed to hear him say it.

A/N: I love this and I got carried away, so here it is. I wrote this like, first thing after I woke up, sorry. (There’s no outright smut, just the lead up, no real warnings apply)

Word count: 1000

He’s sitting in the arm chair in the corner of the room, finishing off the last few pages of a book, he’s distracting himself from the fact that he’s sharing a room with Y/N. And she was in the bathroom right now getting changed for bed. She was in some stage of undress just feet from him and if he thought about it for even 2 seconds at a time he’d just end up hard. Hence, distraction.

When he hears the bathroom door open he doesn’t bother to look up, actually he makes an incredibly conscious effort not to look up. Until he hears his name tumbling from her lips. Her perfectly soft voice and the way it said his name always made his stomach flip.

He still can’t bring himself to look up from his page until she calls him again, and he can hear the unmistakable sound of her footsteps walking towards him.

“Spencer?” She says, standing in front of him now.

And fuck.

When he looks up she’s not dressed for bed. She’s barely dressed at all.

She wearing intricate black lace, the kind that has the little things that hold up stockings that he’d seen in porn, but never imagined he’d see in real life. Let alone on the woman he’d been pining for since his first day at the unit.

He can’t say anything, his first instinct it’s to look away, or take off his glasses so maybe he won’t be able to see and this won’t be a problem anymore.

“Spencer? Did you hear my question?” She says, in a soft breathy tone, if he wasn’t looking at her, if he was only listening, it almost would’ve sounded innocent.

He just shakes his head.

“I asked if your liked my outfit?” She poses the question again. And he has to have misheard. He must’ve been knocked unconscious by their unsub and he was really in a hospital bed somewhere.

“I um— I don’t know— I—I” he just fumbles entirely, he shouldn’t have opened his mouth at all.

“C’mon Spence, I know you can do better than that” she starts to move closer to him, just about standing between his legs, looking down at him.

“I— Did you know the um— the ancient Greeks— they were uh— they were credited with the first— garment to support— um, breasts” he’s so stupid. Just unbearably stupid. What was he doing.

“Thank you for the lesson, but I asked what you thought of, this?” She says as she skims her hands across her bra, gently squeezing one of he breasts over the lace. And he almost explodes. This can’t be happening, this is a wet dream or something.

“It’s—” he stumbles over his words, but he gives in, “it’s very pretty. You— you’re very pretty” he has to close his eyes right after he says it. But then he feels a touch, right against his thighs.

When he opens his eyes she leaning down above him, hands braced on each of his legs. He tries to ignore the way her cleavage looks from this angle but it’s absolutely futile.

“Well I think you’re pretty too Spence” she says as she leans in closer. And he knows his face is bright red now, he can feel the heat of it everywhere in his body. His eyes snap back up to hers.

“Y-you— you do?” He asks and she nods, smiling wide now.

“Of course. I’ve thought about this since the day I met you, since the first time I saw that pretty face” she leans in closer and closer, right up until their lips are about to touch, hovering there.

It takes a second before Spencer realizes she’s not teasing him. She’s waiting for him.

He closes the gap, pressing his lips to hers softly, his hand coming up to rest against the side of her face, thumb grazing over her cheekbone.

When they break apart she stands up once again, and turns around. For a split second he thinks this might’ve been some joke, and she’s walking away from him now.

But she’s not like that. She thinks he’s pretty.

She sits backwards into his lap, nestling into the space between his legs so that she can grind down just slightly into his crotch. Of course he was hard already.

His hands stay ridgid by his sides, in spite of just how much they want to move, to touch her. Every part of her.

She lays her body back against his, so her face is just about resting on his shoulder.

“Spence?” She asks again, and he gulps down the lump in his throat.

“Yes” it’s meek and unsure still.

“Do you want to touch me?” She asks, and it’s a genuinely question.

“More than anything” it rushes out of him without having to think about it this time, and even he’s shocked.

“Then I’m going to need you to do something for me” she states, and his chest immediately tightens, “I need you to say, out loud, that you like me. That you’ve got a crush on me. Because I’ve got a crush on you, and I suspect you might feel the same. But I need to know for sure.”

His heart can barely process this. The woman he’d been pretty much in love with for years now, liked him back. And she was currently half naked in his lap, asking him to say it back.

“Jesus, I like you so, so much Y/N. You’ve got no idea! I’ve had a crush on you forever, I just— I can’t believe— is this real?” Instead of stammering, this time he’s racing to get the words out. Heart beating frantically in his chest.

“It certainly is.” She hums, “you can touch me now Spencer.”

He’s just shy of frozen solid by her words.

“Don’t be shy” she whispers, gently taking hold of one of his hands and placing it flat on her stomach. Leaving it there so that he could make the next move.

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mercy-burning · 4 years ago

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Connection - BLURB

Couldn’t get this concept out of my head, so you really have @spenciebabie and the anon from that post to thank for this 🤩

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: mutual masturbation, cum eating Word Count: 1.3k

MASTERLIST

You knew he wasn't sleeping. You weren't either, for that matter, and you were pretty sure you were both awake for the same reasons.

Within the past few years it had become blatantly obvious that you and Spencer were in love with each other. And until about a month ago, you were the only ones who hadn't picked up on it. Coincidentally, you both had the realization at about the same time, which was why the past month had been awkward as hell.

It's not that you avoided each other, but you certainly avoided compromising positions. When being paired together for a case, you were careful to stay somewhat apart, because every time his hand brushed yours, your insides turned to utter mush. You also tried to stray away from looking at his hands, because... well, they were distracting, and that was putting it lightly.

Likewise, Spencer seemed to distance himself from you in almost every way whenever he could. Especially eye contact. When you'd briefly meet his eyes, his cheeks burned hot, and he averted his gaze instantly. Over time he'd learned to limit his free time looking at you in wonder, and saved it for the little moments he was sure you weren't going to catch him— Like when you were highly caught up in a conversation with JJ about the last episode of that medical drama you watched together every Friday night, your face lighting up and your pretty fingers pointing in every direction to make your points. Or when you had your earbuds in, softly singing along to whatever tune was putting you in a better mood.

Needless to say, you should have figured your team would find any excuse to get you to admit your feelings to each other, which was why you were both awake on opposite sides of a motel bed in Toledo.

Had you been a little smarter, you probably would have packed night clothes that left more to the imagination, but since it was always just you and JJ sharing a room, you were now wearing a thinner than thin tank top, and shorts that barely reached the bottom of your ass. You knew it was probably killing him to be this close to you at all, so you even put on one of your work blazer over your arms, telling him it was too cold and that it would warm you up. He'd opened his mouth and started to speak, but then his eyes widened for a second, like he realized something, and he shook his head with a soft mumble of, "Never mind..."

You didn't know this, but he was about to offer you one of his sweaters. And upon realizing that seeing you wear his clothes would end up giving him a near heart attack more than seeing you in your own, he decided it would have been a safer bet to let you keep your blazer on.

Unfortunately—or conveniently, depending on you you wanted to see it—the thermostat in the room was broken, and it was hot. Especially under the covers, and with the blazer on. You'd ended up taking it off anyway, after about a half hour of tossing and turning.

You and Spencer were both laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling, though you could just barely make out his hands from the corner of your eye as they fiddled nervously.

And because you stupidly couldn't help yourself, you turned your head to look at him. Seeing only the outline of his body from the moonlight filtering through the blinds, he never looked more mysterious... Like some entity that was just out of reach but that you wanted so desperately. He enticed you in a way you couldn't explain, more so now that you could clearly see his hands were attempting not only to keep themselves busy, but to cover something up.

But... You had to have been imagining that, right?

Apparently not, because then his hands moved up to his chest, ever so slowly, revealing a small tent in the sheets.

You couldn't help the gasp that fell from your lips, less out of shock and more out of absolute desire.

Spencer turned his head then, and his hands froze. You thought maybe he would have apologized profusely, trying to explain away what happened, but instead he surprised you by being silent. Soft lines of light illuminated the side of his face, and you could barely see his right eye as it stared into yours. You bit your lip and his gaze flicked down to see it, and his hands twitched.

You couldn't explain why, but your hand wandered under the sheets, your lower half aching in a way you hadn't felt in so long. And even though you were staring directly at Spencer, that didn't stop you. It probably should have, but if anything it made you burn hotter.

Turns out, he was in the same mindset— his hand shifted under the sheets almost immediately after yours did. The thought of what you were about to do sent a twitch throughout your whole body, made even more intense as your hand lightly brushed over your stomach and down past the waistband of your shorts. Your eyes were locked on Spencer's face, though in your peripheral, you noticed his hand slithering down his body through the sheets, until it reached the tent that formed there.

The moment your finger brushed over your clit, you whimpered, searing pleasure coursing through your body. You ran your finger gently through your folds to gather proper lubrication before bringing it back up to your clit, watching intently as Spencer's hand moved slowly up and down under the sheets.

Your eyes never left each other, the two of you keeping each other company in the most delectable way possible. Gradually your paces started to pick up, and you were both swept up in a cacophony of sinful wetness and whines and heavy breathing that only added to your pleasure.

You came first, staring deep into his eyes as your fingers nursed your clit through orgasm. Your hips rolled up into your hand as you panted and whined, and even as you came down, you noticed Spencer's hand was still moving quickly. His lip was tucked tightly between his teeth, and his eyes were hungry, like he was just on the precipice.

An idea came quickly, leading you to remove your hand from your shorts and bring it up to your mouth. You winked at Spencer, just before sticking your tongue out and slipping your finger inside. You sucked it clean, moaning out around it and reveling in the taste of yourself as he choked out a groan and finally found release. He stuttered a bit, like he was refraining from saying something in the heat of the moment, and by the first syllable, you knew immediately that it was your name.

You watched as he came down, how his eyes softened and his lip released itself from the grip of his teeth. But what took you by surprise was how he mirrored you, bringing his hand back up and staring you dead in the eye as he licked it clean. That heat pooling between your legs returned, and you clenched your thighs together in an attempt to suppress it, watching his tongue dart out to collect the cum coating his skin.

When he was finished, his hand dropped down to his chest, and you remained staring at each other, small smiles forming between you that said more than enough. The magic that you two had created just then sent over this new wave of confession—of connection—that was definitely going to make it harder to stay away.

Not that either of you minded.

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starlightstevie · 4 years ago

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fics rec / january 2021

And I’m back with another fic rec! There’s some absolute goodies in this month’s rec - I hope you enjoy them as much as I did! Happy reading x

(* is smut)

*tale as old as time (series) by @spacelabrathor Beast!Thor x reader: Thor is a beast, prowling the halls of an empty castle alone, living a life of cold, barren solitude. Villagers visit once yearly to bring him gifts he does not seek, piling valueless trinkets at his gate they feel will keep him appeased. They hate Thor and Thor knows, someday, that they will breach his gates and come for his head. He wonders to himself, often, if he will try to stop them when they do. This year, though, the offering has changed. Thor finds not trinkets at his front gate, but a girl, and then everything begins to change.

COWBOY THOR COWBOY THOR COWBOY THOR by @inthorantine While not officially out yet, I am putting this here because everyone needs to read this! Kait has outdone herself and no, I will not stop talking about this for the next 500 years. Here’s some h/c to keep you going until it comes out! One | Two

*if I love you was a promise by @blueberrythor Thor x reader: Thor doesn’t consider himself a jealous man–there aren’t many who could compare to him, especially among mortals. He hasn’t had much reason to acquaint himself with the feeling. But watching you with Steve, even he isn’t immune to the sharp sting of jealousy.

*The Watching by @opheliadawnwalker3 Thor x reader (some Loki x reader): Reader has been dating Thor for about a year and is celebrating her first Yuletide on Asgard. But she’s unprepared for certain traditions that are expected of her. Or that these traditions also involve Thor and his companions.

*Desperate Measures by @lancsnerd Thor x reader: When an agent is affected by sex pollen and needs assistance, just how helpful will Thor be?

*passionate & burning by @peachyteabuck Thor x reader: You’re busy with working from home, but Thor has other plans for the day.

*my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand by @spacelabrathor Frontier!Thor x reader: Thor makes a home and a life for his family out on the rugged frontier of the Old West. The winters are unforgiving but he keeps them safe and warm. At night, their cabin glows with firelight and the warmth of their company. A small slice of their life together.

*survive the summer and its sequel *hungry for me by @peachyteabuck (Dubcon) Thor x reader: A stranger approaches you on a warm summers day.

*the fluffer (series) by @punani Masterlist 70′s pornstar!Chris Evans x black!reader: It’s the 70′s and the erotic videos industry is experiencing another boom after the risen popularity in the previous decade. The studio’s are hot, Gemini Flanagan is a brand, and you’re a newly hired assistant at Shaggin’ Studios. Chris takes a liking to you, altering your job description so that you get to work more closely with him. Is this all just physical, or is there something more?

*old flannel by @honeysucklesteve Chris x reader: an innocent night of lounging in his old flannel leads to not to innocent touches.

*sunday football by @honeysucklesteve Chris x reader: Chris sits you on his lap as he teaches you all about football.

*grocery run by @honeysucklesteve Chris x reader: Innocently wearing Chris’ shirt leads to you finding out just how much he can’t resist you.

*Captain by @chrissquares Nomad!Steve x reader: You call Steve a name that drives him wild.

*A Birthday Gift by @the-iceni-bitch Nomad!Steve x reader: The nomad crew have been holed up with you for months and tensions are high. Nat, being an unrepentant pot stirrer, decides to arrange a pleasant birthday surprise for you.

*let me come home to you (series) by @evansweaters Masterlist Alpha!Steve x Omega!Reader: After years at a dead-end job shouldering everyone’s expectations for you but your own, you’re finally free to be whoever you want, go wherever you want. That is, until a series of unfortunate events strand you in amber’s end, where the sheriff – and notoriously unmated pack alpha – decides to take you in.

*mountainside by @honeysucklesteve Nomad!Steve x reader: Steve needs something to give him a release and you do just that.

*steve needs to relax, good thing you’re here by @honeysucklesteve

*Such a Shame by @angrythingstarlight Steve x reader: You owe him for saving your life, the price is more than you were willing to pay, such a shame you have to force his hand.

*Captain Jealousy by @nony-bear Steve x reader: You and Steve have been keeping your relationship a secret to avoid public backlash for your age difference. However, after watching Steve flirt with a new agent at one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, your jealousy and frustration come to a head.

*A Christmas Compromise by @stargazingfangirl18 Ransom x reader: Even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, all you wanted for Christmas was Ransom.

*a man of god by @punani Priest!Ransom x reader: You’ve always been a good girl– attending mass regularly, never been touched by yourself or another, and the way that you dress? a naive innocence radiates off of you. even a man of god can’t help himself, not that he puts any effort into refraining from forbidden fruit.

*Naughty or Nice by @sweeterthanthis Ransom x reader: Getting caught nibbling on forbidden holiday treats.

*her cherry lips on his whiskey flavoured kiss by @cloudystevie Ransom x reader: The moment he met you, he knew.

Not My Style by @chrissquares Ransom x reader: With cold weather comes dry lips..

*In Good Hands by @ozarkthedog (Dark) Doctor!Andy Barber x reader: Your usual OBGYN Doctor got called away leaving Dr. Barber to administer your pap exam.

*Drowning by @savior-adriana Andy x reader: You love working as Jacob’s tutor in German. Not necessarily because you love the language or the teen’s attitude, but because it means you get to spend time alone with a certain Andy Barber once a week.

*Something Old, Something New by @sweeterthanthis Stepdad!Bucky x reader: To this day you couldn’t work out why he’d chosen your mother. They were total opposites, a mismatched couple if ever you saw one. Yet, you watched it play out – thinking, hoping, that he’d never go through with it.

*Beg for Daddy by @sweeterthanthis Stepdad!Bucky x reader: The thought of your mother passed out next door, the other side of your bedroom wall, did nothing to quell the intense hunger you felt for him.

*it’s the right time to roll to me (series) by @blueberrythor Masterlist Bucky x married!reader: Stuck in an unhappy marriage, you find solace in Bucky.

*about last week by @xbuchananbarnes Bucky x reader: You’ve been avoiding Bucky.

*need by @cloudystevie Bucky x reader: You’re horni for Bonky’s metal hand

Season of the Witch by @msmarvelwrites Bucky x reader: Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much.

*The Bet (series) by @no-droids Part One | Part Two Poe x reader: There are 3 rules to the bet between you and your x-wing commander: No sex, No touching yourself, No orgasms.

*the shakes by @whistlingwillows Poe x reader: “It’s the Shakes, darling. Makes everything excruciating.” Or, you’re experiencing the terrible side effects of being horny and Poe Dameron knows just how to fix it.

Mornings with Modern!Poe by @okay-hotshot Modern!Poe x reader: You and Poe try to have some alone time while you wait for your morning coffee and tea to brew, only to have your child interrupt you and run away yowling.

frigid by @whirlybirbs Mando x reader: Din doesn’t like the ocean. You’re soaked.

Getting vulnerable with Mando by @cptnbvcks

*men of the bau: kinks by @luciilferss

open road by @gayprentiss Emily Prentiss x JJ Jareau: After retiring from the BAU, JJ and Emily decide to forgo an apartment in favor of an old sprinter van.

*Teacher’s Pet by @imagining-in-the-margins Professor!Reid x reader: There are only a few reasons to sign up for Criminal Psychology. You could be like the reasonable students and join the class because you are genuinely interested in the material, or you could be like the rest of us. That is, you could enroll in the class because the professor is a fine piece of ass fresh out of prison.

*Spencer taking you in the library by @spenciebabie

*of terrible coffee and late-night rides by @venusbarnes Hotch x reader: A collection of moments throughout your relationship with one Aaron Hotchner.

*fragrance by @whistlingwillows College!Hotch x reader: Plato said, “The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it's almost impossible to stamp out.”

*bitter end (series) by @whistlingwillows Masterlist Hotch x reader: Author Sarah Dessen wrote, “Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.”

*Beard Kink by @reidsexualwriting Hotch x reader: Hotch with a beard has you feeling all types of ways.

*Lunch break by @arganfics Hotch x reader: You help Hotch relax after a tough day.

*Early Mornings by @mrvltwimagines Hotch x reader: The very rare mornings where you wake up and your boyfriend was still home and in bed were definitely cherished by you.

*Do you like that? Being in control? by @writefasttalkevenfaster Hotch x reader: You decide that Hotch needs a break from being in charge.

*Waking up Hotch with a blowjob by @writefasttalkevenfaster

Taking a day off with Hotch by @ssahoodrathotchner

*eat until your blood sings by @peachyteabuck Tony Stark x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers x Clint Barton x Thor Odinson x reader: Gangbang with the Avengers.

*Anakin Skywalker has a big dick by @anakinswhore

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