#୭ 🧷 ✧ 𝟑𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

[whereireid]

˚ · . 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏.

୭ 🧷 ✧ 𝟑,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: spencer reid x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: established relationship. nsfw content: implied smut, bondage, sub!spencer, handcuffs,

There is nothing quite as beautiful as seeing your husband sink to his knees, a pair of handcuffs forcing his hands behind his back, with his ankles pressed together. Legs strung together with a delicate piece of rope, weaved beautifully, keeping him painfully locked together. 

Warm honey hues, mixed with licks of deep caramel and forest green stare up at you, pleading, desperate. Spencer watches you eagerly, his tongue darting over his bottom lip, inhaling and exhaling softly, anticipation gnawing at his insides.

Spencer Reid a sight for sore eyes; your favourite artistic piece. You stare down at him, unrelenting, your pointer finger softly darting out to pull his chin upwards, forcing him to truly look at you. 

“Honey,” he breathes, edging closer to you, nuzzling his head into your palm. He looks so pitiful, so emasculated, tied up and muddled and in such an obscure position; all for you, all for his wife. “Please let me touch you.”

Amusement flutters through you. He’s begging, and as though to make a point, he pulls on the handcuffs, the chains clinking as he does so. Pretty pink lips pushing into an irresistible pout, Spencer meets your eyes, his brows knitting together in pleading.

“You want to touch me, Spencer?”

His eyes soften as you lean down to gently inspect his face, your fingers gently trailing over his cheekbone. 

“Yes,” he breathes, “please let me touch you.”

Quiet shrouds the bedroom. Your palm splays on Spencer’s cheek, a soft coo slipping past your lips. “My genius husband,” you murmur, “of course you can touch me.”

The clink of the handcuffs is instant. Spencer’s features soften, his frame visibly relaxing. He parts his lips to speak, but before he can request anything, you interrupt.

“Since you’re such a genius, Spencer,” you withdraw your hand from his face, stepping back. Spencer’s eyes flick over your frame, resting on the way the lilac lingerie hugs your breast and hips, “you can untie yourself, and then, as a reward," you utter, sinking onto the edge of your bed, "you may touch me."

There is nothing quite like watching the way your husband deflates. The pink slit of his cock pumps out another dribble of precum, his length so tender and hard. He whines, his body arching in an attempt to loosen the knot you’ve tied, but it’s impossible — he knows that.

He’ll just have to wait until you’re in a nice enough mood to help him out.

[whereireid]

˚ · . 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋

୭ 🧷 ✧ 𝟑,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: spencer reid x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: established relationship. nsfw content: smut, handjobs, orgasm control, sub!spencer

Positioned behind Spencer, your frame rests against the headboard. Both of your thighs are slung either side of his, and you lean forward to press a soft, wet kiss to the delicious curve of his shoulder. His skin is hot, blazing with evidence of his desire, and a soft whimper is ripped from his throat as a result of the sweet gesture.

“Can you cum again for me, Spencer?”

Your voice is sweet, your words dripping from your lips like honey. Eagerly, Spencer nods, his pretty pink lips parting to agree, but yet again, all he manages is a frightfully pathetic whimper.

Sticky salvia paints Spencer’s cock, a concoction of precum and spit acting as lubricant as you carefully jerk him off. His tip is pink and swollen, sore from his previous three orgasms, and he’s honestly not sure if he can cum anymore. It’s messy — everything is messy. Spencer’s balls are just as slick as his throbbing length, and a jagged whine escapes his lips as your thumb softly swipes over the slit of his cock, beckoning more dribbles of precum to leak from him.

Slick, hot, messy sounds reverabate throughout Spencer’s bedroom as you jerk him. You coo as he tenses, his stomach rippling with desire, and your spare hand palms him, encouraging him to just let go.

“Please,” Spencer breathes, his eyes fluttering shut as his thighs begin to tremble, a pitiful groan pushing past his lips. “Please go faster, I can’t —”

“Cum,” you say, “now.”

Jerking him faster, twisting your hand perfectly, ensuring your palm covers his entire base, Spencer lets out a choked moan. His appreciation is futile, but it’s all he can manage, and you’re not overly bothered. You rub your thumb over his slit again, and it’s all it takes; he’s unable to hold back any longer, and a jagged, broken whimper glides past his plump lips as he cums.

His hot seed spurts over your hand, painting your knuckles and your fingertips, and you simply hum, “that’s it, you’re so good for me,” whilst continuing to stroke him, peppering his shoulder with appreciation, planting kiss after kiss against his hot, glistening skin.

[whereireid]

୭ 🧷 ✧ 𝟑,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

— hihihi! it's dove here! as you may know, i recently hit 3k followers! wohooo!! to celebrate, i've decided to write 30 drabbles with all of my favourite characters which helped get me to this point! a drabble will be posted through july & august !

𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬. 🍒 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 💄 𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐮. 💋 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥. 🍷 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 🍓

🎧💋📰 — 𝟑𝟎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 [𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝟏𝟖+]✧ ˚.

ＯＯ１ ✭ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 | with eddie munson

ＯＯ２ ✭ 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | with aaron hotchner

ＯＯ３ ✭ 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 | with miguel o'hara

ＯＯ４ ✭ 𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 | with spencer reid

ＯＯ５ ✭ 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 | with spencer reid

ＯＯ５ ✭ 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 | with eddie munson