Sunflowerreid

Hey guys :)) Sorry for the delay in requests, I’ll answer each one as soon as I can, hope you enjoy x prompt list

Contains: smut 🍒, fluff ♥️, angst ❤️‍🩹, requests*

Owned 🍒*

Better 🍒*

Cherry Red 🍒

Forever Yours ♥️❤️‍🩹*

My Angel 🍒 ♥️

Please Let Me Help 🍒

Worth The Wait 🍒

“Please not now”

Timing - S.R

Warnings: Edging, sub!Spencer, Handjob, Public sex (Kind of)

There are many things you could never get tired of, the deliciously jammy doughnuts from the cafe by yours and Spencer’s apartment, the sounds of the birds first thing in the morning as the sunlight creeps through the shades, the smile on Spencer’s face as he rambles on about something he’s passionate about. But the one thing you know you love the most is the way Spencer squirms. Whether it’s down to your hands touching him in a particularly sensitive spot or when you maintain eye contact across the room while licking a lollipop in a completely innocent manner. You absolutely loved making him squirm. Having been denied this simple pleasure for 4 whole days due to sleeping in different rooms while on a case and having to maintain professional you were dying to get your hands on him.

However, there was one problem, well actually there were six problems, all sat around the table separating you both. After solving a challenging case you’d all agreed to celebrate at your normal bar. You absolutely adore your team with all of your heart but with Spencer sat across from you giggling at a joke Garcia had mentioned, the temptation was beginning to override your common senses. No one could blame you, you had your gorgeous man in front of you causing your thighs to press together, underwear ruined once again. You had to do something about it, the throbbing was becoming too much. Suddenly remembering what had happened earlier that day, the way Spencer had deliberately brushed up against you, pressing his crotch subtly against yours while grinning cheekily. That was enough cause for you to grin to yourself, a wicked idea coming to mind.

You smirked at him from across the table, making eye contact with him as you lifted up your leg, heel slowly brushing up his leg. His eyes widened slightly catching on to your plan as your heel got higher and higher teasingly brushing up his thigh towards his crotch, you knew that look ‘Please not now’. He stiffened up slightly, eyes glossing over as his cheeks began to flush. He squeaked quietly, jumping in his seat as your heel made contact with his growing erection. “God Reid are you drunk already” Garcia giggled next to him. “Maybe had one too many” he answered shyly. “Awww pretty boy I always knew you were a light weight” Morgan teased from across the table next to him. “Leave my boy alone, he’s perfect just as he is” you nudged Morgan, knowing the praise would get Spencer worked up. You could feel him throbbing through his trousers, a noticeable stain appearing through the fabric by the leaking tip of him. He was twitching in his seat, desperate for more friction as you continued your torturously slow pace. Everyone was too busy having conversations amongst themselves to notice what was going on, no matter how obvious Spencer was making it. He couldn’t sit still, as a moment of weakness overcame him, placing his hand on your heel to thrust up against you. You knew the look on his face, eyes rolling back slightly into his head, mouth opened slightly, cheeks flushed, eyebrows rising. He was close, a few more thrusts and he would cum in his boxers. You allowed him a few more jumpy thrusts before removing your heel from him. He groaned quietly, staring at you like you’d just ripped his favourite book apart from across the table while you maintained a conversation with Emily. You knew it was mean, cruel even. But he had to be punished for what he’d done before, he knew better.

I’m so sorry that this took so long but I’m back now hope you like it :))))) x

Finally - S.R

Warnings : sub Spencer, quickie, sex against the door, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), dry humping

Twenty three days. It had been twenty three days since you’d last seen Spencer. He’d been working a challenging case and had to stay behind afterwards to help with paperwork and to help the families of those that has lost loved ones. You’d of course spoken to him over the phone, helped him calm his anxiety whenever he was feeling stressed or confused but it wasn’t the same, you hated waking up alone in a cold bed. The phone calls were almost always cut short, Spencer had been sharing a hotel room with Morgan so your calls always ended up being interrupted by his snoring or complaining. To put it in simple terms, you missed him. His touch, his smell, how he snuggled up to you in the morning, you missed everything about him, big and small. Luckily you’d received a phone call from him before you went into work claiming he’d be home and waiting for you when you got home tonight. The relief you felt was like nothing you’d ever experienced; since the moment you both became official this was the longest amount of time you’d spent apart from each other and you couldn’t wait to get back to him.

~One hour later~

He was home. The first thing you’d tripped over as you rushed through the door were his worn out, purple converse. They’d been chucked messily in the entranceway of your shared flat along with his satchel and coat. “Y/N!! Y/N!!” Spencer shouted, appearing from the bedroom after he’d heard the door open. “ANGEL!” You replied as he rushed towards you, arms wrapping around you, holding on as tight as he possibly could as he hid his face in your neck. “Missed you, missed you so much, love you” he whimpered trying to get impossibly closer to you. “I know angel, I know, never again okay I love you too honey” you soothed as you gently stroked his hair, fingers softly tangling in his curls.

His breathing slowed as his arms tightened around you, beginning to leave gentle kisses against the sweet spot of your neck. “Angel” you moaned as your finger tugged at his hair, bringing his head up to face you. “Please, please need you please” he whimpered as his hips began to grind gently against you, his head tilting back as he softly moaned. “So desperate for me angel” you whispered, putting your thigh in between his legs as his thrusts quickened. “God please, need you so badly haven’t felt you in a month” he sobbed getting closer to staining his boxers. “I’ve got you angel don’t worry” you reassured him, gently pushing his hips back and undoing his belt. “Against the door angel” you demanded, him immediately following your instructions as you pushed his trousers and boxers down together. His erection slapped up against his stomach, leaking, pulsing and as flushed as the rest of him. “FUCK” he shouted tears streaking down his face as you lowered to your knees taking the leaking tip of him into your mouth, tongue swirling against the sensitive slit. “God please, fuck please, need to cum please, PLEASE” he sobbed, hips twitching, thighs shaking as he hunched over slightly tangling his hands in your hair for some support.

“Alright honey, clothes off” you whispered realising how desperate he must be as he stripped himself of his shirt and with shaking hands helped you with yours. You jumped up into his arms as he held you up against the door pushing his sensitive tip through your wetness gently nudging your clit at the end of every thrust. “Alright angel no more teasing” you moaned. “M’sorry, gonna push in have to push in need to feel you” he begged, his ears ringing slightly. “Do it angel need to feel you as well” you whimpered slightly as he nudged the his thick tip inside. “FUCKK” he moaned as he thrusted inside filling you fully, “That’s it angel that’s it” you whispered head falling back against the door as he thrust up gently. “Please need to go faster can I go faster? Please baby please” he begged desperately. “Go on angel been so good for me” you moaned as he immediately pulled out before pushing back in. “God fuck, love you so much” he sobbed, head falling back into your neck as he thrust erratically into you hitting your spot every time. “That’s it angel so good” you moaned getting closer with every thrust. His legs shook desperately as his hips sped up losing his rhythm, “M’sorry m’so sorry gonna cum I can’t hold it M’sorry please can I cum?” He whimpered. He’d held on for longer than you’d expected, denying him would’ve been cruel. “Cum for me angel” you whispered in his ear. “YES FUCK YES” he screamed as he thrust one final time, his eyes rolled back as he shook violently against you. “Fuck angel that it” you moaned as you tightened around him, his orgasm triggering yours as you melted in between him and the door. “That’s it angel come back to me, did so well honey, love you so much” you whispered, soothing him after his harsh finish.

Owned - S.R

Hope you like it :)) x

Warnings : Dom Spencer, oral sex

Spencer liked to think of himself as a reasonable man, always prepared to hear opinions, never quick to judge and always understanding. The one and only person that could completely destroy both his IQ and rational nature was you. Being younger than him he was extremely protective of you, any detective or officer that made you uncomfortable would have to answer to him. But his protective nature was just one of the many traits you uncovered, his worst one was his jealousy. Every officer’s head would turn when you walked into a room, you were gorgeous, absolutely stunning so of course you gained the attention of certain people Spencer didn’t care about that, what he did care about was when they would comment on how good you looked or how much they wanted to take you out, how much they’d love to fuck you senseless. He hated that. Absolutely hated it.

He of course trusted you completely and you always quick to reassure him that he was the only man for you. Normally you’d disregard all of the disgusting comments however on the special occasions when you’re feeling needy and in need of a good punishment you’d use them to your advantage, bringing up the phrases used in conversation or responding to them when they’re said. That’s how you found yourself in your current position. Handcuffed to the headboard of yours and Spencer’s bed, stripped bare and absolutely dripping for him.

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Better - S.R

Warnings: sub Spencer, dom reader, oral sex, pegging

After a hard case there is nothing Spencer loves more than being taken care of by you, your hand tangled in his hair as he cuddles up to you on the sofa while watching a movie was the perfect way to wind down. The outside world was a stressful, harsh environment, danger round every corner, nowhere safe. In your arms he felt safe, secure, nothing or no one could ever hurt him when he was with you. You were the reason he was currently rushing home, the case was overwhelming him, the case file pictures still lingering in the back of his mind. He needed more tonight, he needed to feel completely safe, completely secure and most importantly under your control.

“Y/n!!” Spencer shouted as he barged through the front door, his converse being kicked off messily by the door. “Honey? What’s wrong” you asked gently as you rushed towards him. “Please need you please” he whimpered as he ran into your arms wrapping his arms around your waist tugging you as close as he possibly could to him. “Oh sweetie, was it a bad one” you whispered sadly as you cradled him in your arms. “Please make me forget it” he whimpered quietly his face hidden in your neck, “Do you want me to make it better sweetie?”, “Please miss please make it go away”. You knew what that submissive tone meant, he wanted you to take complete control of him, to make him forget the bad memories while reminding him of who he belonged to. “Upstairs sweetie, want you to strip for me, I’m expecting you on your knees when I get to the bedroom”.

Five minutes may not seem like a long time but to Spencer it was absolute torture. He’d rushed upstairs as quickly as his tired legs allowed him, stripped completely bare and fell to his knees awaiting your next instruction. Five whole minutes spent on his knees with his cock leaking at the tip, twitching in suspense. When you finally reached him he was a complete mess, shaking slightly from the lack of blood flow to anything other than his cock and a small puddle of precum underneath him. “God sweetie, so desperate for me aren’t you”, he kept his head down as he nodded quickly. “Look at me slut” you said sternly. Immediately Spencer lifted his head up, eyes widening at the sight of you, mouth dropping open as a whimper escaped. You were dressed in the pretty black lingerie set you’d treated yourself to, laced from neck to thigh in the most seductive outfit he’d ever seen with your strap on settled between your legs. “That’s it baby open up for me” you teased as your fingers dipped into his open mouth, choking him slightly as spit dripped from his lips down onto his chest. “Such a good boy for me aren’t you? So desperate” you whispered as you removed your fingers replacing them with the tip of your strap. “Suck it slut”

Spencer swallowed down your strap as far as he could gagging from the force of it, eager to please you he pushed through. His eyes kept contact with yours as tears formed and fell down his baby pink cheeks. You thread your hands through his hair as he moaned, moving up and down the strap using his hand to stroke the base. You moaned along quietly with him before gently tugging him off the strap, “Need your colour sweetie”, “Green miss so green” he moaned back, voice hoarse from the roughness of the strap against the back of his throat. “Get on the bed honey, want you on all fours” you instructed him as you grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand.

Turning around to the bed, Spencer was in the centre with his head down on the pillows and ass in the air, legs spread as wide as possible. “God baby look at you” you whispered as you kneeled on the bed, tracing up and down his ass and waist using two fingers. God you loved making him squirm. “What do you need sweetie” you asked softly as he whined. “Please fuck me miss, please need it so bad” he whimpered as you lubed up the strap, “I don’t know sweetie, do you not want my fingers first?” You teased. “NO, m’sorry no no fingers please I’m ready I can take it” he moaned loudly. You used your left hand to trace up and down his back as you kneeled behind him, your right grabbed the strap rubbing it in circles over the place he desperately needed you, his cock hung in between his legs swinging from side to side as it twitched with desperation a steady flow of precum was dripping down onto the sheets.

I write angst, fluff, smut and any can be dom/sub spencer :)

Prompt list:

“Please move”

“You’re as beautiful as the day I met you”

“Use your words”

“Open up baby”

“More”

“It’s on baby”

“It’s more fun if we’re both wet”

“You know I can do better than that thing”

“Please not now”

“Fix it”

“Please I haven’t felt you in a month”

“Fuck it”

“You’ve ruined me for anyone else”

“Sounds like a you problem”

You and Spencer are invited to Rossi’s dinner party. You don’t make it out of the front door.

Warnings : oral sex, soft dom spencer, fingering

Rossi was hosting one of his monthly dinner parties for the team and you’d been invited as Spencers plus one. You’d met everyone a handful of times but still wanted to make a good impression on them so you’d bought the pefect dress for the occasion, a nude, mid length, backless dress that complemented your curves perfectly and paired with your favourite pair of high heels. Spencer had on a pair of black slacks and a black dress shirt with the top few buttons undone showing just the right amount of skin. As per usual he looked perfect.

“God darling you look absolutely gorgeous” Spencer whispered as he stood frozen in the doorway of your shared bedroom as he saw your reflection in the mirror. “Thank you sweetie” you giggled as you turned around to face him “not looking to bad yourself” you winked as a light pink blush spread over his cheeks his hands moving down to smooth over his slacks before striding over, gently grabbing your jaw and placing a passionate kiss on your lips “I’ll be waiting downstairs angel” he whispered. You quickly applied your lipstick before grabbing your clutch and making your way down to Spencer. “Okay ready” you smiled at him as you walked out the front door. “My god you look absolutely delicious” Spencer said as he saw the cherry red lipstick on your lips. “C’mere angel need a taste” he said as he reached for you dragging you back over to him gently. “We’re gonna be late sweetie” you giggled as he kissed across your jawline “I’m willing to take that risk” he whispered into your ear as he teasingly bit down your neck moving down towards your collar bone leaving behind a trail of small marks, a gentle reminder of who you belonged to.

You’d never seen him move so quickly in your life, in a split second you’d gone from standing outside the front door to being pushed against it from the inside. Spencer had you against the door chest to chest with him as he continued his torturous teasing, his lips missing the spot you so desperately needed them to be on. “Please Spence please” you moaned softly as he lifted his head up from the gap between your neck and shoulder “What wrong angel, what do you need from me?” he smirked as he noticed your cheeks now matching the shade of your lipstick. “Need your tongue please Spence please” “That’s it angel, good girl, need you to tell me where though baby, can you do that for me can you tell me where angel?”. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. His hand reached down towards the end of your dress as he pulled it up slightly, he rested it gently on top of your thigh before sliding it underneath while doing the same on the other side. He pulled you up towards him, both of your legs now wrapped around his waist resting on his hips. “Tell me where angel” he repeated as his eyes darkened slightly, pupils dilating to there full extent. “Clit. Please Spence want you to kiss it please” you whispered, almost embarrassed at the effect he had on you.

“Good girl” Spencer whispered as his lips met yours passionately, your cherry red lipstick now decorated both of you as he licked at your mouth. “How much do you need it angel?” He asked between kisses. A desperate moan was all you could manage, you were dripping wet for him, the arousal preventing you from forming the words he wanted to hear. Luckily for you he was just as desperate to taste you. “Such a good girl for me” he praised as his hands squeezed your thighs steadying you as he mad his way onto his knees placing your legs around his head with your back still against the door. “Fucking hell angel your dripping for me”. You moaned desperately as he moved your panties to the side and circled your clit teasingly with his thumb. You whimpered loudly, begging for more as he shushed you gently “Don’t worry angel gonna make it better”. His thumb was quickly replaced by his tongue as he licked through your dripping folds, his nose pressed directly up against your clit as he sucked, licked, bit and moaned against your cunt your hands tangled into his hair clutching the roots. “Fuuucckkk Spence please feels so good” you screamed as he quickened his pace, your legs tighten around his neck as he moaned against your pussy, the vibrations deepening your pleasure even further. “Spence fuck nearly there” you whined as the pressure began to steadily build up, twisting and tightening with every flick of his tongue.

Your whines and moans encouraged him to carry on, maintaining the same speed and pressure that you needed, tears filling your eyes before leaking down across your cherry red cheeks heading towards the red mess staining your lips. “There! Right there Spence please don’t stop don’t ever stop” you groaned as he thrust his middle finger into you hitting your g spot head on before adding another finger stretching you out nicely. The pressure continued to tighten inside you, almost at the edge ready and waiting to fall off. You opened your tear stained eyes, your hands still grabbing his soft brown hair as you admired your man. The man currently on his knees for you with his face buried in your cunt and his own hand buried in his slacks. You were too caught up in your own pleasure to notice he’d been touching himself the entire time and the thought alone was enough to push you over the edge. You came around him, your thighs nearly suffocating him as he moaned along with you, his hand rushing out of his slacks to steady you while the other remained squeezed inside you. “Good girl that’s it angel” he whispered calmly as you came back down. “Wanna help you too” you mumbled as you reached for him, “Sorry angel no need, unless your offering to fetch me another pair of slacks” he laughed softly. “Love you Spence” you whispered as you yawned before gently sliding down the door onto the floor holding onto him tightly, “Love you too angel” he replied quietly as he guided your head to his chest.

Spencer and reader are in an established relationship and one day she and some other team members, maybe JJ are watching Reid playing with some kids (it may be Henry and Jack) and JJ makes a comment how Spencer will be the best father or something like that. Reader then feels worried that Spencer might want kids. She knows she doesn't want to have kids ever. So then she starts distancing herself from him and acting a bit cold. Then Spencer worries why is she like that and confronts her. And in the end after a lot of angst there is a happy ending where they want and chose to be child free.

Feel free to ignore this request if it's not something you'd want to write. Sorry for any mistakes English is not my first language.

Hope this is okay :) let me know if you’d like anything else written x

Forever yours - S.R

Warnings: angst

You knew from a young age that you never wanted to have children, the thought of raising a child scared you to death, the responsibility was too much. You hadn’t had a smooth childhood, every conversation between you and your parents ended in an argument, every night you were left alone with your siblings while they went down to the pub, you practically raised them by yourself. You couldn’t go through that again. The sleepless nights, the crying and screaming, the financial debt. None of it.

Spencer knew about your childhood, he knew you hadn’t had it easy and neither had he, the only difference between you and him was his ability to comfort and get along with the younger victims, he knew just what to say to calm them down while you watched uselessly from the sidelines. Your biggest fear was that he wouldn’t accept that you didn’t want a family, that he’d leave you after you told him so you kept quiet, too scared to ruin what you have with him. But right now you regretted not telling him, the insecurity that you aren’t good enough for him rose every time you saw him laughing with Henry, he couldn’t possibly be happy if he stuck with you he’d never have the chance to play with his own kid, a mini version of him instead of his godson. Henry was absolutely adorable with his shoulder length blonde hair, big green eyes and glistening smile, Spencer absolutely adored his godson and did everything he could to make him smile.

The whole team and their families had been invited round Rossi’s house for a dinner party, JJ and Hotch brought their kids along, both currently bored out of their minds so it wasn’t long before Spencer was crouched down at Henry’s and Jack’s level showing them a magic trick, you could hear a squeal of delight come from both of them when Spencer made a coin appear from behind Henry’s ear, Jack eagerly waiting for his turn. Everyone else was stood by the counter, glass of red wine in hand while they admired the interaction between the three of them. JJ made her way over to you while you giggled at the smile on Spencers face, “He’s going to make such a good parent one day, you’re both going to be” she said smiling, slightly tipsy. She didn’t notice your smile fading away slightly, “Thank you JJ” you replied calmly, your eye-line returning to the huge smile plastered on Spencers face. You couldn’t give him that, you couldn’t give him the one thing nature intended you to and you hated yourself for it, he’d be better off with someone who could. Someone like JJ.

You remembered how Spencer used to look at JJ, the same way he looks at you, the way his eyes lit up when she waked into a room, the way he threw his head back when he laughed as hard as he could when she told a joke. Who wouldn’t? She was absolutely gorgeous, so kind and nurturing even after everything she’d been through. You were the opposite, socially awkward and quiet, just average nothing special, you had no idea why Spencer had stuck himself with someone like you. Well it obviously had something to do with the fact that he couldn’t have JJ but still, he could’ve done so much better and you’re realising all of this now.

“You okay honey?” Spencer asked sweetly as he got into the car after saying goodbye to everyone, “Just tired” you replied softly as he started the car. Spencer placed his warm hand on his usual position on your thigh, started slightly as you tensed up, you’re never tense around him. He removed it slowly placing it onto the steering wheel instead. As you arrived back home you were quick to run up to the bedroom to change, not wanting to have to break the news to Spencer, you didn’t want to rip his dream away from him. You climbed into your side of the bed, pulling the covers up to your neck as you felt Spencer climb in the other side, shifting over to reach for your waist and pull you into him. You loved it when he did that, when he placed his head in the back of your neck and kissed you goodnight while holding you tightly, scared to let go, but you couldn’t tonight you had to get away before you said something you’d regret. “Too warm” you mumbled as an excuse, squirming away from him. “What’s wrong angel, please talk to me did I do something wrong” he whispered sadly when you didn’t take his hand in yours, like you normally would when you didn’t want to cuddle. “Go to sleep Spencer” you said in an annoyed tone, maybe if you acted in the way your parents did to you he’d realise how wrong you were for him, how much better off he’d be without you.

Spencer shows you how perfect you are

Warnings : Soft dom spencer, mirror sex, use of sex toys, Sub reader, insecure reader, negative self talk

Never in your life have you felt like you were particularly good enough, the insecurities from your teenage years followed you all the way through to adulthood. You had the most perfect boyfriend in the world, no idea how you managed to get him but you were grateful for every second you spent with him, the trust and commitment issues you had developed from your ex didn’t exactly help, the fear that he would walk out of your life forever if you ever disappointed him or did something you thought was wrong is always looming in the back of your mind.

You’d been waiting for Spencer to come home from work when you had decided to try on the dress you had ordered, a mini black dress with a laced back and low cut front, on the model it looked absolutely gorgeous. But stood in front of the mirror now you regret wasting your time. Staring yourself up and down you saw nothing but disappointment, your shoulder blades stuck out too much, your stretch marks were peeking out from under the dress that came down to the top half of your thighs, your hair didn’t fall right and the low cut design proved just how small your chest was. Tears began to form in your eyes. How could he ever love someone like you, he must be joking around, maybe he asked you out as a dare, that explanation seemed more reasonable than anything else. Despite trying your hardest you couldn’t stop it as a tear fell down your face.

You didn’t hear the door open or close, the sound of Spencer’s footsteps on the soft carpet in the hall or the bedroom door slowly opening. “Wow, god you look gorgeous sweetheart” Spencer said softly as he admired you from the back, too amazed to notice the tears streaking down your face in the mirror. You said nothing, shying away from him as he got closer, “sweetheart?” He questioned walking towards you slowly, you’d never turned away from him before, always greeting him when he got home before jumping into his arms with a huge smile on your face. “Darling what’s wrong?” he panicked, noticing your tear stained face and reaching out for you. That pushed you over the edge, your eyes watering once again. “Please talk to me honey” he whispered as he reached out for you, “why are you with me Spencer, you can do so much better, you deserve so much better” you sobbed as he held you, walking you towards the bed as he place down you onto his lap, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder. He held onto you tightly, his hands around your waist as you calmed down listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“Honey you’re the most beautiful, perfect person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, I love everything about you, everything, you’re the only one I want” Spencer whispered, reassuring you as you tucked your head into his neck, beginning to squirm in his lap. “Please can I show you how much I love you sweetheart, how much you should love yourself” he asked sweetly, waiting for a response as you nodded your head slightly, “Words darling”, “yes please” you replied shyly, your head still hidden in his neck. “There’s my good girl” he smiled as he lifted your head up to look at him, your glistening eyes meeting his.

Spencer took hold of your thighs as his lips met yours. The kiss continued, your insecurities being washed away as you shifted in his lap, your clit starting the throb from the lack of friction. He pulled away picking you up as if you weighed nothing as he walked over to the mirror, gently putting you down facing it. “You’re absolutely stunning honey” he smirked as he reached his hand down the front of your dress from behind, pulling it up slightly to rest on your thigh as he pulled your panties to the side, his fingers gently circling your clit in a teasing manner. You whimpered, your eyes closing as your head rolled back resting on Spencer’s chest. “No darling, I want you to look at yourself” he said in a serious tone as he kissed down your neck, his fingers pressing down slightly harder as you moaned quietly. “You have absolutely no idea how special you are sweetheart” Spencer mumbled into your neck, his fingers began wandering down slightly, pulling off your panties before slipping through your soaking wet folds. “Please” you gasped as he sank inside, curling his fingers up inside you as he slowly pulled them out before sliding them back in. “Look at yourself honey absolutely stunning”, “Fuck please Spencer please” you whimpered, begging him to go faster. “Such a good girl for me aren’t you honey, stop whining and you’ll get what you need” he said reaching into the dresser draw as he pulled out the small vibrator he bought for you.

“So pretty for me” he whispered in a calming manner, his fingers speeding up as you tightened around them. “God please Spencer please” you moaned, tears glistening in your eyes for the third time that night as you felt yourself getting closer, “Please can I cum please” you begged. Spencer reached round with his other hand reaching under the skirt of your dress as he placed the vibrator on your clit, “Cum for me sweetheart” he smirked as he turned on the vibrator. “Oh god I’m cumming Spence I’m gonna cum fuck please” you moaned loudly as you clenched around him “Come on honey, your doing so well for me” “FUCK” you screamed as you began to cum, clenching down hard onto his fingers before feeling another rush flow through you, squirting onto the mirror in front of you as Spencer moaned behind you. “Fuck you’re so pretty for me honey” he groaned, his erection confined in his slacks beginning to throb as you came down from your high.

“Please” you moaned gently, out of breath as he held you up from falling down. “You sure honey? We can just go to bed if you can’t carry on sweetheart I know you’re tired” he said sweetly managing to keep his composure as all his blood was rushing down to his raging erection. “Please Spence please” you begged, barely able to stand upright. “I’ve got you honey, I’ve got you” he said reassuringly as he picked you up and placed you back on the bed. Wasting no time Spencer pulled down his slacks and boxers all in one, stripping himself of his shirt while his erection bobbed up and down, swollen, red and leaking profusely at the tip. “So gorgeous for me honey” he moaned as he slipped his tip between your folds, both of you throbbing in unison as he slid up and down teasing both you and him. You whimpered as he kissed you, lips connecting in a passionate kiss as he dipped his tip inside of you. “Oh fuck” he moaned quietly as he pushed inside of you, “so tight for me honey god you feeling amazing”. You moaned loudly as he pulled out before thrusting back in, quickly creating a rhythm as he placed his head into your neck biting down gently as he marked you. “Fuck” he moaned loudly as you tightened around him, his thrusts sped up as he humped up erratically, “So perfect for me, I love you so much, you’re an angel honey, my angel all mine” he groaned he could feel you clamping down as your orgasm approached, him following very quickly. “Need you to cum for me angel c’mon so close”, “Spencer” you shouted as your head rolled back onto the pillow as he pushed you over the edge. “Fuck that’s it angel” he moaned loudly as he began to cum, his tip twitching as he gave you everything he could.

Spencer gets caught in a rather compromising position

Warnings : Masturbation, use of sex toys, Sub spencer

After a long, draining day at work you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up into your safe space, your gorgeous boyfriend. Spencer was waiting at home for you, presumably hiding in corner with his nose buried in his fiftieth book of the day, and you couldn’t wait to see him again. Leaving him earlier in the morning was one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do, he looked adorable nuzzled into your chest, his heartbeat gently caressing your side as you slowly traced your hand up and down his back in a calming manor, you never wanted to leave the bed. But the screeching sound of your alarm clock startled Spencer awake and burst the bubble of tranquility, forcing you to pull yourself out of the comfort of your bed. Eight hours was way too long away from Spencer, you’d received a few messages from him that you’d eagerly answered throughout the day but you missed him, you needed to see that beautiful smile of his. You climbed into your car, beginning the fifteen minute journey back home, ready to see your eager boy.

As you arrived through the front door expecting to see Spencer perched on the end of the sofa ready to jump back in your arms, you were met with an empty living room. You knew he was in, his mismatched converse were thrown at the door in their usual position. The apartment was silent, creepily silent, making you think he may of gone out wearing a different pair of shoes, unlikely but possible. The longer you stood there the more thoughts flooded into your head, had he left without telling you? Had something happened? Had he been kidnapped by an unsub?, questions continued to plague your mind, the worst coming to mind until a sound ripped through the silence.

The sound came from the other side of the apartment. You slowly made your way across the carpeted floor, preparing yourself for the worst as a low groan came from behind the door of your bedroom, thinking Spencer might of been hurt you quickly opened the door. You were met with the one of the most surprising but sexiest sights you have ever witnessed. Your gorgeous boyfriend was clinging onto your pillow for dear life, his hips humping up into the pile of pillows under them, your pillow muffled his moans, his face pushed down into it as he desperately fucked what you thought were two pillows pushed on top of each other. Listening in closer as he began humping erratically, moans getting louder, you could hear a squishing wet noise every time his hips moved. His voice pulled you out of your trance, “Fuck y/n, right there please so close, please” he whimpered as his hips moved faster.

“Couldn’t wait for me sweetheart?” You said as you made your way over to the bed. Spencer jumped up, his face turned the same same colour as the tip of his erection as he faced you, surprised and clearly very embarrassed. “Aw no need to be embarrassed sweetie want me to help?” you said gently as you reached the bed, tucking his hair behind his ears as he looked up at you nodding, his eyes begging you to do something, anything.

Spencer has never had an orgasm before, reader helps him out

Warnings : Sub Spencer, Dom reader, Handjob, Blowjob, Masterbation, Praise kink, Swearing

Spencer had always been a mystery to you. The extraordinary genius with the IQ of 187, eidetic memory and ability to read god knows how many words per minute. There was nothing he couldn’t figure out or find a solution to, it was that simple. He was a genius, a prodigy, a miracle worker. You never would of guessed that this beautiful man was still a virgin, sure he seemed innocent enough but not that innocent, I mean come on, he was gorgeous and adorably caring who wouldn’t want to ride him for hours on end.

You’ve always had a slight feeling that he may of been more innocent than you had predicted especially when you wore a low cut top that showed just the right amount of cleavage to remain professional, or your tight trousers that sculpted your arse perfectly. Spencer was normally a lot more blushy and twitchy than usual on those days, you loved teasing him.

Today you decided to treat yourself, dressed in your black low cut top and tight grey trousers you strutted into work, armed with two cups of coffee from the local cafe and a proud smirk. Spencer was in his usual outfit looking as cute as ever, his fingers resting on his lips as he worked through his paperwork at his usual 60 mph speed. “Morning Spence” you said with a hint of amusement, ready for when his adorable eyes would predictably widen at your outfit choice. “Morning y/n” he said shyly as he squirmed in his seat, his eyes widening slightly as you leaned down to place his cup on the unusually clean desk. “T-thank you, you didn’t have to do that”, could he get any cuter you thought to yourself. “No problem Spence always got you covered” you smirked as you walked away over to your desk, you had the perfect view of him from across the bureau as he fidgeted in his seat.

All day you’d spent stalking him, well not stalking per say more observing his every move to see if you had your usual effect on him. Spencer had a new record going, he made it all the way to lunch time before he ran off to the bathroom, presumably to cool off. He returned to his seat next to you for lunch, resuming his stiff posture and blushing cheeks. You loved your job for many reasons, this just happened to be the best one.

-Three days later-

“Do you want to shower first Spence?” You asked as you opened the door to your shared room, “No that’s okay you can go first” he said kindly as he followed you in. God he couldn’t get any sweeter could he. “Alright I wont be too long” you replied with a smile as you went into the attached bathroom, accidentally forgetting your body lotion and only noticing after spending 10 minutes in the shower. Dripping wet with a small towel wrapped around your flushed figure, you slowly opened the door a crack noticing the pretty boy waiting patiently on his bed. “Spence could you get my body lotion out of my bag please I forgot it” you asked sweetly startling him out of his daydream. “Y-yes of course y/n” quickly jumping off the bed, he made his way over to your bag, gently rooting through it trying not to unravel your neat packing. He stiffened slightly as he reached the layer containing your white lace panties, gaining his usual blush and nervous stutter as he reached the bottom of your bag grabbing the lotion and hurrying over to the door to hand it to you. “Thank you sweetie”.

Spencer squirmed on his bed, the intense throbbing in his slacks clouding his thoughts as he palmed himself slightly, sighing in relief at the blissful friction. Unfortunately for him, you had chosen that moment to open the bathroom door dressed in an oversized t shirt and the black lace panties that matched the white pair. Spencer quickly took his hand off his bulge praying you didn’t notice the dumb pleasure filled look on his beet red face. “Showers free sweetie” you said with a hint of amusement as he scurried around the room collecting his things before rushing into the bathroom. You lied down on your bed attempting to untuck the hotel sheets that were practically glued to the mattress fidgeting around for a few minutes before giving up. Your internal struggle had masked the whimpering noises coming from the bathroom, little grunts and moans “cmon please just once just once please” you heard Spencer whisper as you approached the door “please I need it please cmon cmon” he whimpered in a desperate tone before you heard a loud groan of frustration. Spencer was touching himself that much was obvious to you but the frustration was surprising, normally wanking was a therapeutic, relaxing a way of relieving stress. “You okay sweetie?” You shouted when you had returned to your bed, not wanting him to know you’d been listening. You heard what you assumed was a shampoo bottle crashing against the bottom of the shower before a simple, squeaky “Yep everything’s fine”. Silence followed for another 5 minutes before Spencer shyly opened the door dressed in a pair of tartan pyjama bottoms and a simple black t shirt, quickly making his way over to the bed before untucking the sheets effortlessly. Show off.

The room was silent after you turned off the lights and said an awkward good night to each other. You couldn’t help feeling sorry for him as he tossed and turned quietly, he was a 23 year old man of course he got horny, you’d been teasing him non stop since you arrived at the bau sending his hormones haywire what did you expect. “If you want some time to sort yourself I can go to Garcia’s room for a little bit sweetie” you whispered into the dark room. “N-no that’s okay y/n, I’m not going to kick you out of your own bed, I’m sorry for earlier I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” he said shyly, “Nonsense sweetie you have needs like the rest of us”, receiving a small sarcastic laugh from him you could tell he was embarrassed, of course he was he’d been caught wanking himself off, reaching the same miserable conclusion that he normally got. You knew something was off, normally he’d been throwing facts and statistics at you, his way of coping when he’s nervous. “I promise it’s no trouble Spence” “T-thank you y/n it’s okay, I’m okay, not like it would solve anything anyway” he whispered, the end barley audible. “Sweetie I thought you of all people would know the benefit of masturbating” you said teasingly, “O-oh I’m aware of the benefits if you can achieve-” he cleared his throat slightly before carrying on “an orgasm” he whispered shyly. “If?” You questioned. “Spence have you never… you know?” You asked him gently no wanting to embarrass him further. “Um I mean.. I’ve tried I guess but no not while i was awake anyway”, “Oh sweetie that’s okay, nothing to be embarrassed about” you reassured. You couldn’t feeling both horny and sympathetic at the same time, imagining him trying and trying to cum the desperation he must feel to experience the relief that practically everyone else his age can, including you.

You finally gained enough courage to ask him the question, if he rejected you that would be okay right? You’d get over it but you couldn’t help feeling that he liked you the same way you like him. “Spence if you’d like some help all you have to do is ask”, “R-really?”, “Yes sweetie if you’d like that” you could hear the sheets of his bed rustling as he leant over to turn the lights back on, revealing his blushed face, his desperation clear as day as you sat up leaning against the headboard. “Please, please help me”. That was all the conformation you needed.

Signalling him over, he quickly untangled himself from the sheets quickly making his way over to you, unsure what to do next. You sat up onto your knees reaching for him as you tangled your hand into his damp hair and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. “Fuck please” he whimpered into the kiss as he straddled your thighs, his excitement pushing against you and he began gently rutting himself down onto you, encouraged by your other hand guiding his movements. You figured he had been teased enough when you felt his cock beginning to twitch under his pyjamas, constant whimpers flowed out of him as you guided him down to lie on his back, his cock tenting the material of his bottoms. “Please please do something y/n it hurts” he whined before gasping in relief as you pulled down his pyjamas and boxers at the same time, his cock springing up and hitting his tummy with a wet slap. “Fuck so pretty for me sweetie”, his cock twitched at your words, red, throbbing and leaking a steady flow of precum from the tip. You quickly took it into your hand, pumping him slowly from base to tip your hand slicked up as more precum spurted out of his slit as you pinched it open slightly “Fuck yes” he shouted, the relief evident on his face as you began to speed up your hand, moans flowing out of him after every passing of your palm. “Please yes fuck feels so good s’good more please more” Spencer babbled as he throbbed in your palm, “More, need more, please, please y/n, god yes feels so good, right there” he whined as you teased him red, swollen tip. “Feels so much better than my hand, please keep going please, wanna cum for you, need to cum” he begged as he felt his orgasm teasing him, the same feeling he always left with after trying and failing to cum by himself. You could tell he was getting close, his loud moans turning frantic, the erratic rutting of his hips as he humped up towards your hand. His eyes began to roll back into his head, his back arching before the pleasure stopped. “NO please no y/n, please keep going i need it please” he begged, tears streaming down his face as you took your hand off.

Insecure reader confronts an insecure Spencer

Warnings : Sub Spencer, Dom reader, Insecure Spencer, Handjob, Praise kink, swearing

1461 days. That’s how many days you’ve known Spencer, 1461. 730 of those wonderful days have been spent wrapped within his embrace and they’ve been the best days of your life. Everyday you get to see his bright smile, whether he’s reading quietly on the sofa with you sat in between his legs, gently holding your hand as you walk to work or babbling on about the latest sci-fi movie. You love him. You love him so much it hurts. The one and only issue with your relationship seems to be one sided; you’ve never had sex. Sure he’s eaten you out before, multiple times, and he seems to enjoy it, but when it comes to you returning the favour he backs away and returns to his shy self, running off to the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up. You’ve pushed the subject aside for a long time thinking it was just nerves, that he’ll come around sooner or later but that was months ago. What was wrong? It couldn’t of been you could it, what if he just didn’t want you to touch him? What if he was turned off by you and was too nice to say anything about it? Your insecurities are suddenly making an appearance once again, stretch marks on your thighs, a chest on the slightly smaller side, hair on your arms and so many more. You couldn’t go on like this, you had to confront him about this.

-two days later-

“Fuck Spence, god you’re so good fuck” you moaned as he sucked on your clit, tongue tracing circles around you. Your hands tangled themselves into his hair slightly pushing his head down further, deeper. “Fuck that’s it baby, nearly there” your eyes began to roll back as he moaned, one hand gripping his hair while the other searched around desperately for anything to grab onto, settling for the once clean sheets that melted around you. “Fuck yes Spencer yes fuck that’s it yes baby yes” you screamed as stars began dancing in front of your eyes, glistening on the ceiling before they began to dim as your vision cleared up and you came down from your high. Spencer was still on his knees, hands tucked comfortably underneath your thighs as his head rested gently on your right one. You came back to reality, hand still tangled within his fluffy hair as you pulled him up towards you for a kiss. “Thank you sweetie, the best boy I could ever have” you whispered in his ear as you both pulled away.

“Your welcome baby, never have to thank me” he mumbled, his head pressed into the side of your neck as he blushed. “My best boy”, your hand in his hair tightened slightly as your other hand gently touched his cheek, slowly sliding down towards his chest. You knew you had an effect on him, you could feel it pressing into your lower leg. he kept quiet, his breathing quickening just enough for you to notice. Your hand dropped down lower, reaching the waist band of his trousers and just as you thought he might want to go further he gasped. Quickly detangling himself from you he gave you a kiss on the cheek before running into the bathroom.

Now you respect Spencer, you wouldn’t dream of doing anything that might make him uncomfortable and if he wanted you to stop you would do so immediately but this was getting upsetting now, were you really that repulsive? You couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t let your overthinking haunt you once again.

Spencer came back out quite quickly, eager to help you clean up so you could go to sleep, he knows you always get sleepy after you have an orgasm. As he drops to his knees with a warm wet flannel you finally gain up enough courage to ask him what had been bothering you, “Is it me baby? Do I make you uncomfortable?”. The look on Spencer’s face can only be described as horrified, how could he of been so stupid to let you think there was something wrong with you. “What!? No of course not you’re absolutely perfect” he said unaware his actions had caused you so much doubt and insecurities about yourself. “Why do you never let me touch you baby? Are you not ready, it’s okay if you don’t want to do anything, I just want to make you feel good.” Spencer looked away from you, dropping his head down to look at the floor, “I’d love nothing more than to have sex with you baby, it would be a absolute dream.” He sighed before shyly whispering “What if I’m not good enough, what if I mess up or cum too quickly and you don’t enjoy yourself”, “Oh baby, I’d enjoy myself either way, I love you so much Spencer”, you gently placed your hand under his chin as you lifted his head to look into his eyes, “I don’t care if you cum quickly or even put your fingers in the wrong place, I just want you to feel good Spence.”

His eyes had glistened over, tears beginning to form in the corners “y/n, I love you so much, please baby ”, he grabbed your face pulling you in for a passionate kiss as your hands began to wander once again, trailing down from his face all the way to the waistband of his trousers. You could feel his excitement pressed up against you as he leaned into your touch. You pulled away, allowing him to stand up and sit back down onto the bed, him taking your previous position as you lowered yourself down onto your knees. His breathing quickened, palms beginning to sweat as you placed your hands carefully on his thighs. “Are you sure you’re ready Spence?” You asked him gently, wanting to make sure he was completely okay with what was happening.

Spencer gasped quietly as your hands began to rub up and down his thighs, too focused on the reassuring sensation of your calming actions contradicted by the constant throbbing within his trousers to even think of answering your question. “Spence?”, “Yes baby, please, please do something”. His erection was obvious, tenting his trousers as he twitched and whined, your hands continuing to tease up and down his thighs before you started to feel bad for the boy squirming beneath you. “Fuck god yes baby, please more please” he whined as you began to palm him, his dick twitching painfully underneath your hand. You couldn’t handle it anymore, taking your hand off his dick as you unzipped his trousers, pulling them down to his ankles before tugging down his underwear, taking note of the wet patch spread around where his tip had rested.

His dick slapped up against his stomach, bright red and leaking precum. “Please baby, please more, more” Spencer whined, you took him into your palm sliding it down slightly before pulling it back up towards his tip slowly pumping him, watching as a drop of precum oozed out of his slit, dripping down your wrist. “So good for me baby” you whispered as your hand began to speed up “Fuck yes, yes thank you baby thank you” Spencer moaned as he threw his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head “Feel good baby?”, “Yes so good, fucking amazing please keep going, please more, need more” Spencer whined, moaning softly as he rutted into your palm, hips humping up and chasing the pleasure. “m’your good boy right baby?” Spencer asked desperately as your thumb slid over his tip. “Yes sweetheart, my best boy doing so good for me”. Spencer moaned loudly, his hips becoming erratic as a steady stream of precum began running down your wrist. “M’gonna… baby please m’so close please yes nearly there” you slid your other hand down to gently cradle his balls as the other sped up on his dick, slicked up by his precum creating a smooth glide of your palm. “Fuck m’gonna.. baby please can I cum? Please I don’t think I can hold it any longer” he strained, holding back his orgasm for as long as possible, wanting this moment to last. “Such a good boy for me baby, cum for me sweetheart, please”. “Fuck yes m’there baby I’m there, gonna cum, m’so close, yes, yes” Spencer babbled as he flung his head back, toes curling into the carpet, hands tightening desperately clutching the sheets, abs tensing as his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell off the edge. “Fuck yes, god yes thank you” he moaned loudly gasping for air as he came, string after string of warm cum coating your hand, wrist and his stomach, “fuucck” he whispered, catching his breath.

You gave him a quick reassuring squeeze on his thigh as you stood up to get a wet flannel to clean him up, you wiped him down, the sight before you engraved permanently into your head, he looked so peaceful, so relaxed. “Y/n”, “yes baby?”, “Need you, please” he muttered, voice muffled by the covers, “Alright baby, I’ll be right back okay sweetheart.” You placed the flannel by the sink ready to be washed later before climbing back into bed with a very sleepy Spencer, his head immediately rested on top of your chest, directly above your heart. “Love you so much y/n” he drowsily muttered as his eyes shut. “I love you to the moon and back Spence” you whispered back to the now sleeping boy resting in your arms.

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