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mxchellesworld · 3 years

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Lecture Notes

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where Spencer gets a little handsy in one of your classes

Warnings; age gap (no set age but reader is in early 20s), smut, fingering, degrading/praise, finger sucking??, slight nipple play, spencer being a little shit

a/n; clearly my thoughts were wondering when doing my history work lols i hope you enjoy this little sinful sunday piece!! let me know what you think :) also picturing this spence but i do happen to mention tara so don't mind the inaccuracy

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The worst part about doing school online was the fact that you had to sit yourself down and force yourself to watch the lectures. While yes it was a little more convenient than going to a class and sitting there for hours in a space filled with 40 other people, it was a little less convenient in the fact that it took away from time spent with your loving boyfriend.

Now Spencer was the most scholarly person you knew, Dr. Tara Lewis being a very close second (don't tell him that though), so it was only natural that you made a show of taking your notes. The various high lighters and pens which rivaled the collection Penelope had in her bat cave. Along with the aesthetically pleasing notebooks all matching a color scheme.

He thought it was cute. Always coming up behind you as you sat in your desk or at the kitchen counter, mumbling a my smart girl as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

However that was only most of the time. The other half of the time he was the worst tease on the planet. At times you could feel his eyes lingering on from across the room. Since you didn't have to attend many zoom lectures majority of the time you were in a big shirt and panties, comfy yet modest enough from the waist up. You swore you could feel the heat on your thighs from where his vision was focused.

Other times the teasing came in the form of words. The usual kiss on the head would become a kiss on the cheek where he could easily linger and whisper in your ear, such a good girl taking your notes. Or if he was feeling a little bolder he'd go with if you finish within the hour I'll give you a reward. You swore your hand was cramping for the next few days at how fast you wrote to get things done.

But something about today had Spencer a little more on edge. A little more insatiable.

Since you had woken up snuggled in his arms, he had let his hands wander a little further down. Large palms cupping the cheeks of your behind as you were settled with one leg thrown over his. Begrudgingly you rose and went on with your morning routine. A new lecture had been posted for the week which meant an hour and a half of sitting and writing notes. You might as well get it out of the way.

Wrong. How could you when a certain someone was hounding you for attention. Again it was the same routine. Starts with the looks and ends with the crude comments.

But the pit in your belly was a sign he wasn't the only one in the mood for a distraction.

"Y/n," Spencer all but whined out.

"Yes Spencer," you replied without lifting your head from your notebook.

"Why do you have to be so far. Just come do your lecture from the couch."

You sighed, pressing the space bar on your computer to pause the video, "I can't write over there. You know how neat I need to have these."

The clogs in Spencer's brain were practically screeching with how hard they were turning at a way to get you near him.

"Ok well what if I go over there. Just sit on my lap and do your work," he said getting up and walking over to you.

He placed his hands on your shoulders starting to gently massage the tense tissue, "Cmon love. Look you just have a few more minutes left. I just wanna be close to you angel."

Well how could you deny that.

"Fine," you sighed again.

Getting up from the arm chair you looked up and met his eyes with your own. Now you weren't a profiler but the look on his face was the one of a man with ulterior motives than just to cuddle listening to a biology lecture.

Once settled against his frame his hands wrapped around your middle, chin on your shoulder, ready to follow along with the class. You pressed play and went back to listening to the explanations of your professor.

Two minutes later and his hands left your middle. Instead they settled on your thighs. The warmth was something you were used to which barely made you question anything. Slowly they gained a rhythm running up and down, inches away from your most intimate parts.

Inch by inch his right hand snaked up to your clothed core. You took a deep breath through your nose at the sudden sensation. His fingers gliding up and down. Dropping your pen you let your head fall back on his shoulder to look up at him, a pleasurable murmur leaving your lips.

His left hand came up to squeeze your cheeks making your head face forward, “Nuh uh keep writing pretty girl. Be good and I’ll keep going.”

He puffed his chest up as a sign for you to sit back up and get to work again. It was just 10 minutes left you could do it.

Picking your pen back up you felt his fingers come back to to life. The soft motions enough to rile you up, your juices already making a wet patch form on your panties.

8 minutes.

When he felt he was done teasing he finally let his hand slide into your panties. Nimble fingers gathering your slick and spreading it through your folds.

You could taste the metal on your tongue from how hard your teeth had been sinking into your bottom lip to stop the whines from escaping. Each pass of his fingertips skimming over your sensitive bud had your mind swimming.

“Please Spencer,” you whimpered out.

“Tell me what you need baby. I’ll give you anything you want,” he whispered in your ear.

You groaned wiggling your hips back on him to gain any sort of friction. The curse he left was nothing short of sinful, large strained erection pressing against your back.

“Need your fingers,” you said desperately.

A noise of disappointment left your lips when his hand escaped the confines of your cotton underwear.

Instead they were brought up to your lips. Gently he tapped your bottom lip, a signal for you to open your mouth.

“Is this where you wanted them angel?” he said pressing the digits on your tongue. The taste of your arousal making you hum.

Slowly they slid back out, making their way under your shirt. Slick fingers tweaking and pinching your nipple.

“Need your fingers! Please Spence,” you mewled out.

Soon they were back on track to their original destination.

Instantly his hand went further south. Soft circles placed on your clit, making you jolt in pleasure. 6 minutes and 37 seconds left of the lecture long forgotten.

“M-more,” you whimpered out earning a low chuckle from the man behind you.

“Does my pretty girl need my fingers inside her?” he asked mockingly, “I know I know, you just need something to fill up this tight little cunt.”

All you could do was dumbly nod in agreement. Broken sighs and moans leaving your swollen lips.

With each pump of his fingers the closer the knot in your tummy was to breaking. Skilled digits knowing exactly where to hit the spongy spot inside of you having you see stars.

“Oh god I’m so close, Please!” you cursed into the air.

“Not god, just me.”

His left hand had been groping your breast left it’s spot to rub your aching bud. The combined simulation making your legs shake in pleasure.

“Cum for me angel,” he whispered in your ear.

With his permission you were driven over the edge. Your whole body writhing on top of his as you trembled off the edge of release.

Your moans drowned out the end of your lecture. You could hear and feel Spencer’s heavy breathes on the back of your neck. The wet spot on your lower back being an indicator of his enjoyment as well.

Once you caught your breath the lecture had ended and your paper was full of frantic scribbles. Meaning you’d have to watch the video again and redo your notes. This time hopefully without any distraction.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfiction #mgg smut #mgg x reader #matther gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler smut #chellewrites

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onceuponymous · 4 years

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I’ve seen a character design analysis post for Rob before, but I wanted to make my own.

The first thing anyone’s going to notice is “damage”. There’s asymmetry, jagged edges, a big hole straight through his torso, a yellowed sclera and half-separated pupil, static patches (and the pink skin remaining on one leg makes it look like other skin has been ripped away), distortion noises that follow him, and constant glitches that make the shape of his head and body “flicker” and warp. ("What did you do, drop this boy down the universe's garbage disposal??" / "Almost exactly that, yes.") He's been hurt. Moreover, most is damage that emphasizes his unreality, his status as a creation. The wireframe foot and the shifting polyhedrons are recognizable as 3D modelling hallmarks, and the static calls to mind television.

Rob as an antagonist walks the line between menacing and laughable. I’ve seen a good post on Tumblr about how signal degradation is used as a horror trope. Most of his color is this joyless grey. The split pupil can look downright alien.

But he’s got a goofy overbite and clothes he’s outgrown so much that his midriff is showing. Big head, big eye, lanky limbs, and things that are juuuuust recognizable as a backpack and gym shorts can help you infer from appearance that he’s just a kid, even without knowing what he looked like previously.

Rob’s emotions are always very visible. The big expressive eye and eyebrow help with that, and his long limbs make all his gesturing very dramatic.

Glitches aside, he fits in with Elmore’s wackiness with the one eye and exaggerated proportions and four-fingered hands. And yet, he’s pretty anthropomorphic when compared to any random tertiary character. Part of that helps with viewer empathy for him, given that viewers are humans themselves (... most likely...). It also backs up the in-universe judgement of Rob as “boring”. There are a couple gags about bad depth perception or making Gumball in the dark look like he has three eyes, but you can’t go nearly as far with that concept as you can with Alan the balloon or Clayton the shapeshifting clay blob or Anton the death-prone piece of toast.

Despite his complexity, Rob is easy enough to draw and follow on the screen. He can be broken down to four basic colors, his form has strong lines of action, and he has a distinct and reproducible silhouette. Compare to Gargaroth, who is a shapeless screenfilling mass with countless equally-emphasized details and is meant to hurt to look at

or the Toy Chimera, who is bulky and busy and gimmicky

Both of them are only really suited for a single appearance. Rob is designed to be able to appear multiple times. And yet, the eyecatching and likely-expensive “flickering” means that he’s definitely not going to be plopped into scenes as a crowd filler. His appearances will have to be somewhat conserved and deliberate.

So from design alone, Rob is:

a kid

who was badly hurt

who confronts the world's status as a cartoon

who is emotional, and meant to inspire empathy

who can fit the villain role, but not always very well

who used to be part of the world around him, but not a good enough fit

who will be recurring, but sparingly

And I just think the ability to convey all that visually is neat!

#tawog #the amazing world of gumball #tawog rob #rob tawog #character design #chellewrites

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tsainami · 4 years

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WIP INTRODUCTION: A BAZAAR FOR MAGIC

Once, there existed three doors between worlds. One was made of glass-like gold. Another of silver thorns. The last was made of iron, forged by an ungiving will. Time bound them together. Magic made sure to keep them apart. And those who knew of them, who knew their truths, their myths and their secrets, hesitated to acknowledge a fourth—another door that hung like a phantom within the darkest depths of the Void.

GENRES: fantasy, steampunk

DEMOGRAPHIC: young adult

NARRATION: third person, past tense, multiple points of view

SUMMARY: Jan deals magic, but he's also a thief. Through the Void, he travels between dimensions and steals time from magic users, taking pieces of their souls into the Iron dimension—where the concept of magic is nothing but a myth. When he destroys its myth by selling it, the balance of the universe is thrown off-kilter and the existence of magic itself is put at stake.

In an effort to restore the balance, the magicking worlds send hunters to capture Jan, but something darker is at work in the Void—the only place that enables one to travel in-between worlds.

And in the heart of it all, a long-lost legend begins to wake.

WIP PAGE // BLOGTAG // PLAYLIST // WATTPAD

In case you were curious, this is my WIP that was formerly called Cheat. It’s also the WIP I’ve been working on for 4 years sksksks. As always, please reblog this 🌊 or shoot me an ask 🌟 if you want to be added to this WIP’s 🕰 taglist!

➞ Tagging mutuals from the old taglist to get this post going. I’m pretty sure this one’s full of url changes...

@omgbrekkerkaz @petchwritesbooks @maskedlady @whatsanapocalae @jess—writes @fictionversallies @gina-writes @nerocael @nepeinthe @twocrownsoneshittywriter @astorsa @medusaswrites @lefttowrite @srazar @namelessscribe @velvet-moss @lemonayyyyyde @kavqnsky @chellewrites @agentorange-writes @honeyedmonikers @ghafasinej @apollchiles @katerinarevel @everwrites @gothemark @vandorens

#important: jan’s name is pronounced yawn like tired #cause rip his job #long titles i realised are a PAIN in the ass to edit man #wip: cheat #wip: abfm #also check out that non centred title. yep

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kowlazovdi-archive · 5 years

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tag list redo

hello!! after coming back off my hiatus ive realised that i only have 1 tag list for 4 wips and some people might only want to be tagged in some of them so i’m just going to redo them

interact with this post if you’d like to be on the tag list for death’s hand

interact with this post if you’d like to be on the tag list for the spiral tower (previously called city of life)

interact with this post if you’d like to be on the tag list for daughter of iron

interact with this post if you’d like to be on the tag list for cressida sallows

tagging everyone on my general tag list so they can see:

@ivonoris @noloumna @ashes-to-sen @nerocael @stegladent @jess—writes@vellichorwrites @velvet-moss @nepeinthe @maxseidel @wolvesofarcadia@authordai @writingwips @writingtothestars @twocrownsoneshittywriter@brekkerings @monstrouswrites @worldbuildng @sun-no-sleep @leomckane @authordai @writingwips@twocrownsoneshittywriter @livvywrites @phloxxiing @chellewrites @quilloftheclouds @vhum @newdivinities @cvrmillas @shewolves @many-minds

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carumens · 5 years

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Valba never pried into other people’s businesses, but she always ended up knowing about them either way, which was not surprising considering Romello was a buzzing hive of whispered truths and not-so-truthful whispers.

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What was surprising, though, was that a ninety-nine percent of the times it wasn’t because she overheard that she knew about other people’s businesses, but because they themselves told her about them. Why anyone would think Valba Barsel was a good guardian of their secrets and even a remotely acceptable ear to let steam off, Mark didn’t know, but the fact was that they did. Like the Mayhams, when they confided their stupid secret about Gerah’s condition, or Mark himself, when he admitted to her what he hadn’t yet admitted to himself. Perhaps it was because even if Valba rarely showed any actual interest for what she was being told, she always listened. Perhaps it was because she was one of the few people in Romello that had been actually born there and not in the hospital 30 kilometers away, so her eyes where the color of the dry patches of sand on the main road and her skin had the same texture than the bark of the pine trees hovering over the border between the village and the forest, which, to Father Marks’ exasperation, for people who lived from and for the land was more important than any advice bestowed by a godsent. It could be, too, that since Valba’s family had committed every single action that could possibly lead anyone to the lowest ring of social degradation, people felt better when rambling their sins and misfortunes to her because it reminded them that, at least, there was someone worse than they were. It wasn’t that she didn’t judge, because she did, and severely at that, but whatever sentence she had casted upon anyone Valba told them straight on, no pity, no rage, just an opinion on a matter that seemed more trivial to her than the flight of a swallow.

So, Mark didn’t know why anyone would trust Valba, but he knew why he did.

“What did Senka want earlier?” Valba had asked, fingers still plucking the strings of her guitar absentmindedly, when Gerah’s eyelids had finally succumbed to the lull of her sung words. He didn’t look as out of place as Mark thought he would, probably because of the ragged clothes he had dressed himself with, but his dark hair still looked too shiny and his tanned skin too smooth against the rough fabric of Valba’s bedsheets.

Mark could have lied, but he didn’t because that would mean he cared, in the first place, and because trying to lie to Valba was pointless, in the second. “She wanted me to go have dinner tonight,” he said. “’Like the old times’, she said.”

“And why didn’t you go?” asked Valba.

“Because I don’t want to,” answered Mark.

Mark looked briefly to Claro, who was silently washing the dishes, because Mark appreciated him and was grateful for his loving attitude towards him, but Claro Barsel was still someone he didn’t feel any desire to open up to. Perhaps because he was a father; perhaps because he was Valba’s father; perhaps, simply, because he was not Valba.

“You know what I think?” said Valba, and Mark shrugged and picked at the dirt between his fingernails and then looked up at her, because he knew she wouldn’t say a thing until he was looking her straight in the eyes.

“What do you think?” asked Mark. He felt tired. It was not an unusual thing.

“I think you’re scared,” said Valba.

“That’s not true,” he said. It probably was.

That was how he had ended knocking at Tom’s door on Saturday evening, because Valba Barsel was not a liar and Mark Marks was not a coward, so something wasn’t summing up in the equation.

taglist (scream to be added/removed): @kit-tells-a-story @annaalexiswrites @katabasiss @sleepyscribbling @katherinescribbles @naturallysweetnloaded @writing-kimmi @endymions @chellewrites @the-ichor-of-ruination @breakingpointwip @cosmo-worlds @theforgottencoolkid @jess—writes @easypreywip @crimescenedwrites @srazar @cosmic-closet @alixismad @apollchiles @medusaswrites @saintephemeral @brekkerings @florhiver @nexiliss @maskedlady @omgbrekkerkaz @zoyalai @hazeywrites

#asldnljdaosf valba is a queen tbh #mark u confuse boi #what would u do without her #*san #wip: sunflowers at night #oc: mark marks #oc: valba barsel

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ophiaihel · 5 years

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hello!! i think your pen & dagger fam is maybe the coolest idea ever (i hope you don't mind if I do a similar thing, i will ofc credit you!!) i'm chelle (my writing blog is chellewrites), and i'm going with pellanistra amazdoval (pell for short), she has long ass white hair and wears a lot of black, and the quote is "no one expected anything of Pell, but she would show them all." (she's actually very kind under all that emotional trauma) again i think this is a way rad idea!!

aww, you’re rad! and you don’t have to credit me, darling, i’m definitely not the first person to create a writeblr family! anyway, you’ve been added here, sweet chelle! xx

join the pen & dagger family!

#answer #ya-lady-tauriel

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cynotype · 5 years

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—writeblr tag

tagged my @the-write-to-cry and @sleepy-and-anxious! thank you!

Current WIP(s):

roots

the dreamtalker trilogy

Genre/Category:

new adult psychological realism for roots, myths and legends/fantasy for dreamtalker!

Fanfiction or Original Fiction:

original fictionnn

Fandoms/Interests:

mmm, i wouldn’t say i’m in any fandoms anymore! but my main @punkst contains a lot of what i enjoy — skulls and statues and art and words. if it’s morbid or pretentious, i probably dig it. i also have an unhealthy love for notebooks.

What you might find on my blog:

this is a writeblr, so writing! i post inspiration for my wips, advice and resources, work from others, and things i find funny. sometimes i’ll post edits too, if i’m not being lazy (i’m usually being lazy).

i’m gonna tag @libralibro, @endymions, @chaos-reign, @wiipciity, @hajaara,, @stegladent, and @chellewrites. no pressure!

#games #mine

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ya-lady-tauriel · 6 years

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Shameless Self Plug

Hey go follow my edit blog @joess-keery and my writing blog @chellewrites

I’m taking requests for edits right now, I’ll do your OCs! Check @joess-keery for a post about it in a sec!!

#look its me

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mxchellesworld · 3 years

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Discuss!

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where the team discusses the question ‘do you kiss after head’, you find out Spencer has too little experience to answer the question so you help him out

Warnings; smut, oral (male receiving), sub!spencer, praise, slight degradation

a/n; LMAO im so sorry for disappearing again life has been actually kicking my ass but anyways lately i’ve been thinking about subby early season spence so here we go,, hope you enjoy!

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Another Friday night and the team was out bar crawling after an easy case. But this time all members were there as it reached 11pm which was rare. Usually Hotch and JJ would have been home by 10:30 and Spencer wouldn’t have been there at all. But there was something light in the air which had all parties concerned sitting packed in a booth, laughing after each sip of their drinks.

Since it wasn’t your first rodeo together you knew how the night went. It started off with Rossi offering to buy the first few rounds, always whiskey but he made an exception for Penelope. Then again who would deny her anything.

Once the drinks were flowing and lips got a little loose, the questions would start popping in at the top of your heads. However these were not your run of the mill, ‘hows so and so doing?’ ‘done your taxes yet?’ oh no. The name of the game was discuss where you would all think of a question which would help you dig just a tiny bit deeper into your coworkers sex lives.

Maybe if you were all sober then you’d avoid thinking of each other in such positions, pun intended, yet in this state your prying minds were open and your stomachs were ready to grow abs from bending over in laughter.

You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night.

“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice.

Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space.

“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself.

“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid.

“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly.

The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation.

“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side.

He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks.

“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes.

“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows.

“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes.

You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things.

That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen.

You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile.

Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?”

Got him.

“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks.

As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder.

For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions.

The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two.

You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings.

“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out.

As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt.

You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out.

Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?”

“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles.

The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles.

“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you.

“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?”

“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod.

As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-

“Y/n?”

The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?”

His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips.

“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks.

“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch.

You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night.

As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain.

You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”

Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out.

“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted.

“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours.

“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.”

His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours.

“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.”

The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred.

You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump.

“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”

“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears.

Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum.

“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines.

“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs.

“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length.

“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point.

The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further.

You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure.

You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”

He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again.

For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget.

Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes.

You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off.

“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”

“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out.

“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,” you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all.

Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came.

“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”

His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever.

You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go.

The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon.

Then a sad look came across his face.

“Spencer what’s wrong?”

“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy.

“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.

He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs.

“I wanna do it, but only if you kiss me after.”

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