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Spencer is all whiny. He whimpers and begs. Please, please, please. I'll be good. I'll be so good for you. But you love to see him all wrecked and needed. You pull his hair and he loves it. He can be such a good boy.
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pairing : spencer x reader
synopsis : spencer is a painfully pent up virgin, to the point that it's getting in the way of his work. an agreement is formed with his coworker in an attempt to relieve his frustration as well as hers. they may not get along but maybe this will help them come together.
tags : enemies to enemies with benefits to maybe something more, pornwithplot, coworkers, secret relationship, virgin!spencer, experienced!reader
Chapter One : Nasty Dog : spencer makes a series of bad decisions that lead to an unfortunate confrontation out at a bar. you make a series of bad decisions that lead to a late night phone call with him.
Chapter Two : Human Nature : conversations are happening over breakfast, and then dinner.
early seasons spence when they dryhump for the first time... but her panties are pushed to the side and he's just right there and shes so wet that he just... slips in????
BOOM unlocks the most wild breeding kink in him, begging her to let him fill her up, whimpering and panting about it the entire time (2 minutes max, he is NOOTTTTT lasting) and shes encouraging him the entire time??
UMMMMM YESYESYES IM LISTENING LOUD AND CLEAR WTFFFF!!! i fear you all know me well enough atp to understand the squeal that escaped me when i read this ask!!!
early seasons spence with zero pull out game who nuts in five seconds… my dearest love🩵
he’s just soooooo pathetic:((( already rock hard and dripping even before the first low roll of your hips!!! he’s whimpering and whining like a puppy!!! its!!! pitiful really!!! URGHHH!!!!
his tip repeatedly bumping against ur swollen clit is enough to send him over the edge really, anything you do could make him finish in less than five minutes… but when he can feel how soaked you are??? dripping all over his length??? he almost loses himself,,,
one tinsy…tiny… seemingly insignificant grind of his hips and his cock just slips past your slit…. and he’s fully sheathed inside of you???? youre so wet!!! it happens so quickly he doesn’t even realize whats happening until he feels how tightly your gummy walls are squeezing him:((( and all of the sudden (if possible) his moans get a hundred times louder!!!
AND EGGING HIM ONNNN OH GOD YES PUHLEASE!!! im an avid “good boy” spence enjoyer so i know this is very overused on here but don’t jump me…
“feels so good, yeah? you’re gonna be a good boy and fill me up? hmm? gonna make a mess deep inside me??”
he’s so stupid and braindead his little “yesyesyesyes” barely make it past his lips… drowned out by every pathetic whine!!!
mmmm something abt spence w a breeding kink is just so… yes!!! cuz we KNOW he’s a disgusting little freak… but the thing is like he knows every single caution, he knows every danger, every statistic, esppp if you’re not on the pill… but you just feel too good:((( he can’t help himself:(((( AHHHH I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH BRUHHH
sorry for the lack of updates im just so tragically behind with kinktober… don’t hate me💔💔💔🥀 im tryna focus on wrapping up intros and actually getting into the prompts…
All you'd wanted was to satisfy a dumb curiosity—whether or not Viagra had an effect on women. It wasn’t like you were going to pop a whole pill and throw yourself at the next human being in sight. It was just a fun, stupid experiment for a boring Wednesday afternoon. You’d split the dose in half, dropped one into each of two steaming cups of black coffee—one for you, one for JJ—and left them on your desk while you stepped away to make Dr. Spencer Fucking Reid his usual. Like you did everyday.
The man had a freakish internal clock—he always took his second coffee at exactly 3:17 PM. You were the one who usually made it for him, and this time, that was your downfall. You had left your desk to go make his usual cup, completely forgetting you’d left the two tainted ones sitting there.
When you walked back in, everything went to hell. JJ looked chipper, a little pink in the cheeks, sipping from one of the cups. Spencer was holding the other spiked one. You stared at the third cup in your hand, the safe, non-Viagra-laced cup you’d made specifically for him, and your stomach dropped.
“Fuck,” you muttered.
He noticed you staring, eyes narrowing behind those glasses.“What?”
“Nothing!” you blurted, voice too high, too guilty. “Just—coffee. You know. Love it. Can’t live without it.” JJ gave you a sidelong glance over her cup, one eyebrow rising looking over at Reid, who of course, had already half-finished the drink.
Fifteen minutes later, he shifted in his seat. Twenty minutes in, he tugged at his tie. Cleared his throat. His cheeks were flushed. You didn’t want to believe it was happening, but it was.
The Viagra was definitely working.
At twenty-five minutes, Spencer Reid stopped typing mid-sentence. His hands froze over the keyboard. His brows knitted in concentration, he glanced at you. His expression unreadable. Then he stood abruptly. His chair rolled back. His hand pressed low to his stomach—almost reflexively—and he muttered, “I need to step out.”
You blinked. “What?” But he didn’t answer. He was already halfway to the hallway bathroom. You turned slowly to JJ. She looked back at you. Eyes wide. “Did he just—?”
“He drank yours,” you hissed. JJ nearly choked. “Then who—?”
“I have his.” You looked at the untouched cup beside you. “You took mine. He took yours.” JJ snorted so hard she had to cover her mouth. “Oh my God.”
“This isn’t funny!” you whisper-yelled.
“I can’t believe you accidentally drugged Reid!”
“I didn’t drug him! I—okay, technically, yes, I—” You groaned. “JJ. I gave Spence a goddamn boner pill.” You dropped your face into your hands.
It took him thirty-six minutes to come back. And when he did? You knew immediately. Because he knew. His eyes landed on you with laser precision. He didn’t speak, not at first. He just walked—calmly, slowly—over to your desk. You looked up, throat dry.
“You wanna tell me,” he said angrily hushed, “why I just spent half an hour in the men’s room trying to hide a completely inexplicable erection?”
You stared at him before looking around for JJ to be your saving grace, of course that bitch was nowhere to be found. “Spencer, I can explain—”
“Can you?” His voice was low, sharp. “Because the only logical explanation is that someone laced my coffee with sildenafil citrate.”
You winced. “We were just—curious. JJ and I.”
His jaw ticked. “We?”
“Look, I wasn’t trying to—” You fumbled. “It was for JJ and me! I made two cups, left them on my desk, and then went to get your usual—”
“And you didn’t think to label them?” His voice cracked at the end, furious and scandalized. “You didn’t think to mention the presence of a powerful vasodilator in the office kitchen?”
“Okay, you’re being dramatic.”
“I am hard in trousers I can’t stand up in.”
You bit your bottom lip. “Oh my God, Spencer—”
“Don’t use that tone—like I’m the one in the wrong here.”
You were fighting a laugh. He looked so mad, and so flushed, and so painfully, obviously turned on.
His slacks betrayed him completely. The sharp cut of his jacket couldn’t hide the tension in his body, couldn’t cover the way he shifted, subtle and controlled, like every move was an effort not to feel too much.
“Are you seriously mad at me?” you asked, voice low, eyes darting around.
He leaned in, his mouth near your ear. “I’m hard,” he whispered, “and I’ve been hard for forty-five minutes. You drugged me. You think this is funny?”
You swallowed. “No.” But your voice said otherwise.
“It’s not funny,” you said, grinning. “It’s just—”
“What?” His voice dropped. “It’s what?” He just sat there, visibly hard, visibly panicking, eyes darting toward his lap like his own body was betraying him in real time.
“Reid,” you whispered, “do you want me to take you somewhere private?”
“I—uh—what? No. I mean, yes, I just—” He exhaled sharply and pressed the heels of his palms into his thighs, like that would help the situation. “This is not... I don’t normally feel like this. Not around you. I mean, not because of you. Not—not that I don’t find you attractive, because you’re very attractive, obviously. It’s just—I wasn’t prepared for this. You dosed me.”
You tried not to laugh. “I didn’t dose you, I made a coffee laced with a questionable pharmaceutical as a joke for JJ, and you drank it.”
His eyes narrowed. “That doesn’t make it better.”
“No,” you agreed, biting your lip. “But it does make it kind of hot.”
He gawked. “Hot?”
You leaned in, your voice hushed. “You. Like this. All flustered and mad and trying really hard to pretend you're not turned on in front of me.”
He made a wounded, embarrassed sound and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh my god. You’re enjoying this.”
You tilted your head. “A little.”
“I could report you to HR,” he muttered, though it had no real bite. His cheeks were flushed, jaw tight with discomfort and... something else. He refused to meet your eyes.
“And what would you say?” you teased gently. “‘She accidentally gave me a hard-on in the middle of the bullpen and then looked too hot about it?’”
He groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “You’re the worst.” you noticed he didn’t move away when you inched a little closer, nor did he stop you when you rested your hand lightly on his knee.
He looked down at it. Then up at you. And his voice cracked a little when he asked, “What... are you doing?”
You smiled. “Making it up to you.”
“You can’t just—just seduce your way out of this,” he stammered. “This is medical. Physiological. I—I’m experiencing venous occlusion and—and increased nitric oxide—”
“God, even flustered, you’re the most ridiculously hot person I’ve ever met,” you muttered, half to yourself.
He stared at you, lips parted. “Are you serious right now?”
You nodded, still smiling. “Dead serious.”
“You don’t have to do anything, Spence,” you said softly. “Just come with me. Somewhere private. I’ll take care of it.”
He hesitated. Eyes searching yours like he was weighing every possible outcome. Then he stood suddenly, stiffly, clearly trying to adjust himself without making it worse.
He stared at you. Then he looked toward Hotch’s office. Empty. Toward the hallway. Quiet. Back at you.
He grabbed your wrist. You barely had time to register it. He pulled you down the hallway, fast and quiet, past the copier, past the tech room, past the old conference wing. His grip was hot and firm around your wrist
You knew where he was going before you saw the door: Storage 4C – Surplus Tech.
Dead zone. No cameras. Half the time even Garcia forgot it existed. He pulled you in. Shut the door. Locked it. Watching him pace in a tight circle, he looked like he might combust.
“This is insane,” he said. “I’ve got dopamine overload, I can’t think straight, my pants—” He gestured wildly toward his zipper. “I can’t even sit down like this.”
You took a slow step toward him. “Then don’t sit down.” He opened his mouth—probably to ask what the hell you meant—but before he could speak, you dropped to your knees.
“Wh—what are you—” His voice cracked halfway through the sentence, sharp and panicked.
You looked up through your lashes, palms dragging slowly up the backs of his thighs. “You said you didn’t know what to do, right? So let me.” You reached up to undo his belt, watching the muscles in his stomach tighten beneath the fabric of his shirt.
“You don’t have to—” he choked out.
“I want to,” you said simply.
He made a soft, moan when you freed him from the confines of his slacks—thick and flushed, already straining with pressure. The tip was leaking, glistening, and you could tell just how sensitive he was by the way his thighs trembled the second your breath ghosted over his skin.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Oh my god.” You wrapped your fingers around the base and leaned in, licking a slow, teasing stripe up the underside of his cock. His whole body jolted.
One hand shot out instinctively and tangled in your hair, the other hovered helplessly in the air like he didn’t know what to do with himself. His head tipped back against the wall, breath ragged.
“Y-you’re gonna kill me,” he whispered.
You smiled around him as you took him into your mouth, slowly, letting him feel the heat, the suction, the way your tongue curled just right. He gasped—a sharp, disbelieving sound—and his hips jerked forward before he forced himself back, muttering a frantic, “Sorry—sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
You moaned around him in response, letting him know you liked it, and the sound dragged another whimper out of him.
He looked down at you, his face flushed, his lips parted, his expression somewhere between awe and desperation. His fingers tightened in your hair again when you took him deeper, your throat relaxing around him.
“God, you’re—” He cut off with a moan, teeth digging into his lower lip. “You feel... fuck, you feel so good.”
You bobbed your head slowly, deliberately, watching him unravel. He was panting now, trying and failing to keep it together. His knees buckled slightly and his grip in your hair more needy.
“I’m—I can’t—” he stammered, trying to pull you back gently. “You—you have to stop or I’m gonna—”
You hummed low in your throat, and that was it. His cock twitched in your mouth as he came. you sucked harder, mouth still wrapped around him, swallowing everything, hands steady on his hips while he sagged against the wall,
You let him go with one last slow drag of your tongue, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand like it was just another Tuesday.
His eyes were still closed when you stood. Like he couldn’t quite process as you leaned in close, your voice a whisper at his ear, “I said I’d fix it,” you murmured, “consider us even.” And then you turned and walked out—leaving him dazed, pants half-open, jaw slack, completely wrecked in the supply closet of the BAU.
No shame. Just the soft sound of your boots against the tile, echoing back to him
Spencer Reid didn’t move for a full five minutes. And when he finally did, all he could say was: “…Holy shit.”
a/n: omfg it’s confirmed Matthew is coming back for season 18 of criminal minds im losing my shit
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More early Reid hot headcanons because why not ❤️🔥🔞
bedchem pt 1
❥ Once you told him about how much you liked his perfume and now he uses it everytime he gets to see you
❥ He can't believe you get so warm and wet whenever he's close to you
❥ When you say his name with that wrecked needy voice, he melts
❥ He can't believe the sounds you make because of him
❥ He fantasizes a lot about you but he never admits it
❥ He likes to take his time with you. He's never on a rush. He likes to explore, to touch, to kiss, he kisses you like he's never gonna do it again. Like he's worshipping you
❥ He's not demanding, oh but he can be... If you only ask for it
❥ He's got core memories of you, and your sounds, and the way your body shivers when he touches you. And he's gotten into trouble because of his damn eidetic memory
🍒 hot Spencer Reid headcanons nobody asked for but here they are 🔞
🍓 He’s very calm about this stuff. Yeah, in early seasons he doesn’t have a ton of experience, but he KNOWS things. He knows how the body works, and he uses that knowledge to make you feel good.
🍒 He’s the type that checks on you constantly: “Are you okay? Do you like this? Want me to keep going?” 🫠
🍓 He's very vocal. He’s not afraid of telling you how good you make him feel. (And he’s got that breathless, nerdy, desperate tone that ruins you).
🍒 He's the one who doesn’t stop. He can continue and continue and continue until you’re wrecked and satisfied.
🍓 PRAISE KING. He will not shut up about how incredible you are. “Do you even know what you do to me?”
🍒 He reads. A LOT. Which means every now and then he’s like: “I was reading something earlier… I was wondering if you’d want to try it out, only if you’re comfortable—” and you already know you’re not walking straight the next day.
🍓 Spencer is an enthusiast — your body is his favorite experiment. He loves watching how you react, memorizing every sound, every shiver, every arch of your back.
🍒 You and me, we both know Spencer is the BEST at aftercare. Even when you’re a puddle, he’s still there like: “Was that okay? Did you like it?” while you’re just lying there, forgetting your own name.
f!reader riding spencer reid and telling him that he can’t touch her — not for any specific reason, just to see if he can do it. he loves experiments, right? well, this is hers.
he’s clenching his hands by his sides, digging his nails into his palms, and gritting his teeth to stop himself from reaching up and grabbing her waist, tits, or face.
“baby, please, please let me touch you.”
“mm-mm honey, gotta keep ‘em to yourself.”
he’s already a whiny and whimpery mess during sex with her, but he’s never been this desperate and needy and honestly pretty pathetic.
when she tilts her hips to feel him deeper, his tip settling against her cervix, she throws her head back into a deep moan.
he starts crying.
she feels too good and he loves her so much and she’s so beautiful.
she places her hands on his shoulders for leverage, to ride him even faster and deeper, and he instinctively reaches up to hold her hands.
she knocks him away with a stern glare, “what did i say?”
he sniffles, “no touching…”
as a deep tightness forms in her belly, she reaches down to sloppily rub her clit. she’s panting and moaning his name like he’s the one doing anything. like he’s been anything more than a human dildo for her.
he watches her fingers slide through her slickness with envy. normally he does that for her. those should be his fingers.
when her warm, silky walls clench and pulse around him, and she collapses forward with her head in his neck, breathless, his hot cum spurts deep inside of her as he groans.
his hands hover over her back. is he allowed to touch her now?
«We're like a painting in the frame of night» Thirsty, Taemin
summary: after showering you find out you can't get enough of your adorable boyfriend.
tags: established relationship, fem! reader, reader is a teaser, early season spencer, shy! Spencer, you're down bad, so is Spencer, protected p in v (not mentioned just pretend I did), submissive Spencer, slight dom! reader, not proofread
w/c: 938
Spencer got out of the bathroom, fresh from a recent shower, he’s wrapping a towel around his hips, his hair is wet and falling beside the sides of his face, looking angelically innocent. You look at him from the bed, body still bare and warm from previous activities.
He barely looks at you, you grin because you know he’s so shy, you want to eat him alive.
Your gaze loose on his bare body, only covered by the towel, his chest has red marks splattered all around; you’re conscious you’re looking at him with so much desire, so much hunger. It’s like you can never get enough of him.
You smile from the bed. Pressing your legs together to soothe the ache you felt between them. Aching so much for him even though you have already been together before.
His eyes land on your legs, looking slowly up your body and your face. He can see your not tired gaze and flushes. Redness expands over his pretty face.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks. His voice was tiny and whiny.
“Mmmm, don’t know,” you said. “C’here.” You tell him, your hand makes a “come here” motion.
He reaches you in bed, sitting on the verge but you ask him to come closer, your greedy mouth falls on his in a desperate kiss. Your hands stroking his chest and back. He kisses you back, his chest pressing against yours.
“Baby,” you say between kisses, “I need you.”
He whines.
Your mouth kisses all along his jaw. Trailing kisses down his neck and collarbone. He sighs when your hand travels down his lap. Your hand undo the towel grab and you free his length. You stroke him slowly, up and down, while you kiss his neck and shoulders, marveling at his whimpers and whiny sounds.
“N-no,” he says with a broken voice, but you are so lost in him. Licking his flesh to taste him in your tongue. Memorizing, mapping, adoring every part of him. The essence of his lavender shampoo lingers around you. “I am about to…”
His hand stops yours, you stop your kisses and look at him straight in the eyes.
“What's wrong, baby?”
His cheeks are flushed, his breath is uneven.
“I don't wanna finish yet…” he admits. You laugh softly.
His eyes look at you as if you were the eighth wonder of the world. His hand caresses your cheek with so much affection that you melt. He’s always like that, he’s always so soft, caring, tender.
Nevertheless, right now the only thing you can think about is to impale yourself on him and ride him until you both are satisfied and breathless.
Spencer's breath shakes when you let yourself down on him, your hands are on his shoulders to keep you steady. Your face buried in his neck while some whines and moans escaped your mouth.
He stays still, letting you get used to his girth, his hands press around your waist and lower back.
“Oh… you're so…” he moans against your ear. Sweet and warm velvety walls squeeze around him, making his mind dizzy.
“Spencer…” soft pants escape your mouth while you impale yourself on him. You'll never get used to the way you both fit together.
He suppressed the impulse to buck up, whining desperately but patiently waiting for you to be ready. You stay there for a moment, letting your walls accommodate around his girth.
You let out a shaking breath when he's absolutely buried inside you. He mirrors your reaction. His big brown eyes looking at you with so much adoration. You pepper some tender kisses around his face and his neck while you start moving on his lap, establishing a slow pace. He's whining again.Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your face still buried in his neck, teeth sinking on his flesh muffling all your desperate moans.
He starts to move, finding a rhythm with you. Careful not to be so rough to hurt you, oh but you wanted him to be rough.
“Oh… Spence,” you moan. “More,” you plead.
That seems to ignite something in his beautiful brain, because he keeps going, faster this time. You can hear low groans coming out of his mouth.
One of his hands locks in your waist while the other goes to the back of your neck, you look at him and your mouths find each other in urgent kisses.
Everything feels erratic, a white-hot feeling gets you while you're clinging to him.
“Spencer…” you say, urgency drags in your voice.
He's not better, all he can do is moan with an open mouth.
Suddenly you hear a low groan, so soft it could have been in your imagination. You feel him throbbing inside you. Not only his cock but all of him. He trembles while he holds you. He doesn't stop as he feels a familiar clenching around him. Knowing you're so close, he wants to get you there as well.
You feel his hands around your waist helping you to move faster in his lap. He's so deep in you, deeper than anytime before.
You cannot hold it anymore. Your teeth bite his shoulder while you feel pleasure motion like tidal waves.
“I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming,” you repeat as you move faster, desperate. Orgasm hits you so hard you almost faint.
“Oh my god,” you pant.
He lets out a breathy laugh against your neck.
“Indeed,” he says. “You okay?” He asks as he lets soft kisses on your neck. You smile.
“I am,” you giggle. “Now you'll need to take another shower.”
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