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luxurious • spencer reid
MINORS DNI. 18+. what can i say for myself? i love spence’s hands. title from luxurious by gwen stefani.
spencer’s fingers slide inside you with a sound so wet his head spins and a hum of admiration rumbles in his chest. you’re so unbelievably messy for him. you’ve soaked the couch beneath you.
his breath fans hot against your neck, his hair tickling your cheek and his fingers brush against the inside of you, brash and filthy. he cracks a smile at the chorus emanating from between your legs.
“spence..” you moan pitifully, all sweet how he likes it, sickeningly so. he hums, eyes focusing between his hand moving in and out of your cunt and the fucked-out pleasure on your face. he has a preference, he’s so hard seeing how the stroking of his fingers contorts your features, parts your lips and has your head rolling toward him.
you could cum now, as the sight of spencer floods your eyes, brown eyes and messy hair and spit-slicked lips and god his fingers feel so good it’s a fucking crime.
“you feel good?” he asks like it’s not written all over your body and all over his hand. it doesn’t take a genius to know you do. you whine again, and it suffices for him. your hips move on their own accord, rolling against his fingers.
“so good,” you sob, spent and pleasured beyond comprehension.
“good, baby?” he smiles again, and you hear it in his voice. the pressure’s building so fierce you swear you’ll explode.
spencer keeps going, keeps fucking his fingers deep inside you, his own lips parted as he watches you fall apart.
“you’re squeezing me, baby, so, so tight.” he pulls a cry from you, your body and mind bewitched and overwhelmed. “making a mess on me, too.”
you crack your bleary eyes open and cast your eyes down, watching spencer’s fingers in awe, whining brokenly when you sight the sticky arousal covering his hand.
“you see it?” he asks, slowing down so you can truly see how his fingers glisten as they slide in and out of you. you squeeze him again, a groveled whine meeting his question. “can hear you.”
“oh my god.”
he can’t seem to stop smiling, the ruin he’s bringing you to is too beautiful to him.
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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.
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Imagine drunk spencer reid hanging on your legs on a night out
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i’m so sick i could cry, time to rot in bed and pray it goes away😞
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18+ mdni.
THE SOUND OF TRICKILING WATER, accompanied by the little gasps and moans leaving you was music to his ears. hot water rained down your back, steam radiating off of your skin and swirling into the clammy air. wet hair tickled your stomach as spencer’s tongue dragged up your clit, earning a whine with his name attached.
the shower wall made an awkward squeak as your back arched against it, the bare skin of your thighs wrapped around your boyfriend's face, your legs now abandoned over his shoulders. his hands kept you pinned against the wall with minimal effort; his mouth continuing to worship you. spencer buried his face deeper between your thighs - each desperate moan you make only encouraging him further.
you were under his complete control, hypnotised. a whimper left your lips, his eyes burning holes into you, intoxicated at the sight of you in every way humanly possible. spencer held eye contact, your fingers swiped the dripping curls off his forehead, tugging on his soaked hair; pools of water forming between your fingers as they squeezed. “spence, fuck- please.” you begged through strained breaths, every muscle in your body on fire with the way his tongue worked on you.
you gasped, a rush of cold air hitting your pussy as spencer pulled his mouth off, a string of your wetness and spencer's drool connecting you both. “sound so pretty baby, so so pretty." he mumbled, half-lidded eyes staring up at you. the sight alone made you throb. your hips rolled forward in a desperate attempt to create some form of friction, the most pathetic whine leaving your chest. your boyfriend happily obliged when you pulled him back into you, his messy hair still tightly wrapped between each of your fingers.
eager to please as always, spencer circled his the tip of his tongue up your clit, dragging back down before continuing to devour you. the hot water running down your skin, in combination with the warmth of spencer’s mouth against your very sensitive clit left your mouth agape, eyes rolling back with a pant; your own breathless needy moans echoing throughout the steamed up tiled walls.
your head flew back against the bathroom wall, thighs clenching around spencer's head as every muscle tightened. he groaned against you in pure bliss; sending vibrations onto you that pushed you over the edge. desperate, whiny sounds bounced from wall to wall as a leg-trembling orgasm washed over you. his firm hand's kept you pinned on the wall - supporting your weight as you rode it out. his tongue never faltered, eyes drinking in the sight of you cumming all over his face. he thinks he might be the hardest he's ever been, another explicit low groan came from his parted lips - glistening from your sweet pussy.
your boyfriend let you recover whilst shamelessly watching your tits bounce, ego heavily boosted by the desperate mess he left you. now very out of breath, your chest heaved up and down. reassuring you were okay, concern briefly crossing his face; hazel eyes searching you for any signs of discomfort whatsoever.
your thumb reaching to smooth out the familiar wrinkle between his furrowed brows. your droopy half lidded eyes met spencer's, consoling his worries with the sweetest smile he's sure he'll ever see. with the help of his hands, you very slowly got off of him; legs still faintly shaking. your feet made a small splash in the water pooling below, sliding off of spencer's shoulders.
your boyfriend finally got up off of his knees, small red patches covering his kneecaps. hands immediately finding their way to cup your face, hushing your mutters of concern over his huge knee injuries he had just sustained. gentle kisses feathered all over your tired face, landing a sweet laugh from you. the light pitter-patter of water against the tiles filled the tranquil silence. a hum against your sticky damp skin, a quiet confession of his love.
he reached around you, damp skin brushing against yours. the familiar click of your shampoo bottle coming from behind you. spencer's long arm's laced around you as he disperses some product into his hands - emulsifying it between his palms before-hand. of course, being who he is, he took it upon himself many months ago to research the best way to wash hair.
long fingers carefully combed the shampoo suds through, ensuring not to cause even one tug on your delicate scalp. a slight moan left your lips, instantly relaxing as his hands worked like magic. any tension you previously had melted away at his touch. taking care of you like this was just second nature to him. he had so much love and care to give, which you graciously accepted at all times.
warm water ran over you both as he rinsed your hair, white soapy suds drip down your spine; head tilted back under the running water. spencer's hand finds its way to your forehead, preventing the suds from getting into your eyes. with zero objection from you, he begins to shampoo your hair for a second time; he read somewhere shampooing the hair twice cleanses it more thoroughly, and leaves a healthier scalp.
his fingers worked lightly, as if you were a porcelain doll ready to break at any minute. finishing rinsing his second shampoo out, he combs a hair mask throughout the ends of your hair; making sure it's evenly distributed throughout. you often think that if the FBI didn't work out for him, spencer would make a phenomenal professional hair washer, if that's even a real thing.
his arms scooped you up, connecting you both in a slow kiss. your pillowy lips pressed against his, further luring him deeper into your kisses. his breath tickled beneath your nose. "did so well, sweetheart." he mumbled into the kiss, hands keeping you deliciously close, finger-tips digging into the soft flesh of your waist.
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18+ mdni.
SWEATY WHITE SHEETS pooled around your body as spencer's eager hips snap against yours, fast and irregular. a string of strained moans fell from his parted lips. through half lidded eyes, you watched him throw his head back with a low groan. god, the veins in his neck protruded, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed back another moan.
"oh fuck- yes baby, just like that." he cooed, praising you for taking his cock so well. his lip nestled tightly between his teeth as you let out a whine. sweaty hair stuck to your forehead in a beautiful mess, red hot cheeks perfectly accompanying the delicious look of desperation in your eyes that were pleading at him, fuck. the headboard clunked against the wall with every stroke, his cock aching to be buried deeper inside you.
you were practically begging for him to cum, with they way your walls clenched oh-so perfectly around him. you felt your skin burning as spencer's hands glide up the back of your thighs, his fingers dug into your flesh as he opened up your legs further apart, perfectly slotting in to the new space he just made. his cock bottomed out in you, earning generous moans from you both.
"thaats it angel, just a bit more for me now, hm?" with a heavy pant, his eyes never left you writhing beneath him, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach build more and more every time that spencer drove himself deeper inside of you. your skin was sticky as it moulded together, clammy from a mixture of sweat and your wetness.
you adored spencer's hands, that much more when one started snaking between your thighs. a gasp leaves you as his long, skinny, fingers begin to toy with your clit. yearning to finally cum, lewd noises leave you - that make spencer so glad he has an eidetic memory. your hand reaches up towards his face, thumb nestling his cheek.
your gorgeous noise doesn't stop as you make eye contact with him, whimpering out in the smallest voice, " 'm gonna cum spence." his fingers toy circles faster now against your swollen clit, feeling your shaky legs pull him in further.
your eyes squeeze shut, orgasm taking over you completely. the pleasure blinded you, the mixture of spencer's cock stretching you open and deep, the desperate, animalistic sounds that left his mouth sending you over the edge. nails rake down spencer's back as you gasp out a string of profanities, begging as you came all over his cock. "oh- shit baby, spence, please."
that was all it took for him, a guttural moan announcing his orgasm. ropes of warm cum fill you up as his arms shake under his own weight. his breath was shaking more with every stroke. his cock pumps into you slowly as he rides out the high of his orgasm, the odd whimper escaping his lips as he recovered his own breath.
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SPENCER REID ↴
CLOWN-FISH ★ → you come home to a very high, and very clingy spencer after a long week.
BLURBS ↴
SWEATY WHITE SHEETS ꩜
SHOWER SEX ꩜
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Thank god for sending us men (I'm just talking about Spencer Reid).
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CLOWN-FISH ↳ SPENCER REID
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WARNINGSꜜ drug use, pot, stoner!spencer, general fluff.
SUMMARYꜜ you come home to a very high, and very clingy spencer after a long week. (wc; 946)
AUTHORS NOTEꜜ i cannot get stoner!spencer out of my head for the life of me, so please enjoy my desperate attempt of putting my ideas into a drabble of sorts! this is my first time writing and posting, so it may not be the best ahh! i understand this isn't for everyone, feel free to send me any reqs!
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THE FIRST TIME spencer tried weed went exactly how you'd expect it to. he was seventeen, halfway through completing his first doctorate in mathematics. the dingy leather couch felt rough against the skin on his hands. he anxiously looked about the room. he felt awkward, and out of place, listening to the music that was playing from a speaker god knows where. for about a month before, spencer had been overwhelmed with a sense that he was missing something in his life. he had decided, after careful calculation, that he was missing a sense of rebellion, that most people his age seemed to have.
spencer was handed the lit joint, he had never smoked before, but it couldn't be that hard. the sweet-ish scent of pot filled the room, his fingers brought it towards his lips as his eyes stayed focused on the joint. he inhaled in, feeling the harsh smoke immediately hit his throat. his face contorted funnily as he spluttered and coughed out, sending a cloud of smoke flying out his mouth. it took him a moment to recover, taking a few deep breaths in between. after collecting himself, he had inhaled another toke, still slightly perplexed at how harsh the smoke is on his throat, but pleased with how being rebellious felt so far.
his shoulders slumped as he leaned back into the sofa, enjoying the high taking over. from that moment on, he was in love. his brain seemed to finally slow, it was a refreshing break. he felt present in the moment for the first time in his life. spencer spent most evening of his weekends in college; stoned. of course, being in the BAU means he doesn't get to enjoy it nearly as much as he used to, but sometimes on an odd week off he rarely gets, he reminds himself of his college days - by getting high.
this was one of these weeks. spencer was slumped against the sofa, a nature documentary about clown-fish buzzing in the background. the key in the door turned with a familiar click, letting him know you're home. you stand in the doorway, a small frown playing on your lips when you realise spencer isn't at the door to greet you like usual. you walk into the living-room with a pout, wondering if he hadn't heard you?. not noticing spencer's current state, you plop yourself down on the sofa beside spencer; sighing with sweet relief as you slid your shoes off.
you notice the silence after a minute, turning your attention towards spencer. you immediately know. with a small chuckle, your hand reaches towards his face, fingertips skimming his jaw as you take him in with your eyes; wishing for his eidetic memory in that moment, so you wouldn't forget it. his hair was slightly out of place, perfectly accompanying the sleepy look across his glossy bloodshot eyes, it was a delicious sight.
your hands find their way to the back of his hair, fingers raking through the curls. he leans into your touch, closing his eyes in content with a low hum. your touch felt addicting to him. clingy was an understatement. he scooted himself closer to you.
"missed you." a light mumble left his lips as he peered towards you , head resting on your shoulder as you sat behind him. spencer's need to just be near you was overwhelming. he sits up, slightly hazed from his high - only difference being the stupid grin on his face. he sat back against the sofa, hands sliding up your thighs as he guides you onto his lap. his head hangs low in the crook of your neck, arms snaking up your torso - simply holding you as close as he possibly can.
spencer inhaled your perfume in with a happy sigh, nuzzling his head into your neck closer. your chest vibrated against him as you laughed ever-so sweetly, hands sliding back into place in his hair. he was in total heaven. your skin felt on fire as his fingers slid past the seam of your shirt, his hands expertly kneading up and down your torso, as spencer held you. he debated telling you a super fun clown-fish fact. he finally pulled his head up. he went to speak, mouth opening; but no words came out.
a light whine left his lips as he watched you laugh, head falling back into the crook of your neck. he struggled to keep up his huff the more you playfully teased him about his IQ now being significantly lower. after a minute, you cooed softly - a single small laugh escaping, pulling him in for a hug.
fortunately, no words were needed as you both settled down for the evening, eager hands grabbing a fluffy white blanket and chucking it over the both of your laps. spencer's inevitable munchies had resulted in a bowl of popcorn sat between you, legs intertwined. his arm draped over your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. every so often his hand would reach into the bowl and grab an outrageously large handful of popcorn; before his best attempt at fitting it all in his mouth. your laugh filled the cosy room, unable to stop staring at the trainwreck currently happening in front of your eyes. you fit in his arm like a puzzle piece, the scent of his cologne mixed with weed emanating off his shirt.
you pay more attention to the nature documentary playing. spencer; now a lot more awake, began telling you the clownfish facts he suddenly remembered again. "clownfish have an average life-span of six to ten years in the wild, they are also all born male.".
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