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[marvelousaddiction]

Summary: Spencer is giving a seminar to a class of future BAU agents when one of them asks about the photos on his desk and so he takes advantage of the oppurtunity

"And so-," Spencer continued with his lecture as a student raised her hand.

"Mr-Dr Reid"

"Either is fine, yes?"

"Those photos, on your desk, may I ask who those girls are?"

Spencer thinks for a second with a squint. "Good question, actually a good lesson. Everyone examine them, tell me your thoughts," he sits on the edge of one side of his desk with his arms crossed as the students examined the photos in question.

"You brought them with you, in your messanger bag," the girl began to speak.

"Yes...."

"The two younger girls, they have brunette hair, brown eyes, features like yours and they are in the right age range to possibly be your younger sisters or nieces, God children, maybe your daughters, perhaps all three girls could be related to you, cousins. You are very close to them because you brought those photos with you on the trip but the eldest girl has differnt features, thus why I would assume she wasn't your daughter, there is also her age, maybe she is a sister, niece, cousin, or god child as well though. Her hair is a auburn-red and she has pale gray eyes, differnt features."

"Very well done, two of your assumptions about each girl were correct, now which do you think they are?" Spencer smiles proudly.

The girl, and the class think for a moment.

"I will give you all a hint, you had three correct assumptions total. I do have three god children, but they are all god sons."

"Which means one of my other assumptions was incorrect."

"Yes, two of them actually, which were they?" Spencer replies to her inquiry.

"The little one," a young man in the back of the room says.

"Incomplete sentence, yes, what about the little one?"

"The little one is yours, your daughter."

"You are correct"

"So is the other brunette," the girl from before adds.

"Also correct, keep going"

"The other one, she is your cousin," a third student, a young lady adds.

"No, she isn't my cousin"

"Neice," she continues.

"Nope"

"Sister?"

"I am an only child, my parents split when I was 1o, try again"

"If she isnt your sister, or your cousin, is she a niece?" The young man asks.

"No, I am a only child and my parents split"

"Damn it, you just said that," the boy face palms.

Spencer chuckles.

"They're all yours, but the eldest isnt biologically yours," a fourth student steps in.

"Correct," Spencer smiles.

"The two youngest, they are biologically related," she and a fifth student say in unison.

"Yes, now, based on that, what else do you think all three of my girls have in common?"

All of the students look to each other and shrug.

"They were all victims in cases. Sharice and Lola are 3 and 7, I adopted them two years ago when a unsub burned thier home, them and their parents inside. Jassy, Jasmine, she is 14, I adopted her a year ago, the unsub murdered her mother and kidnapped her, had her underground."

"Do you have a favorite?" The girl who began the conversation asks.

"No, no, I really don't."

"All parents say that"

"I mean it. Why would you assume I had a favorite?"

"Well, Sharice, is the youngest and the youngest tends to have more attention. Then again, you have only had Jassy a year and have missed much more with her, and based on what you said, she didnt have a father before, so you have been covering for that, that leaves Lola, as with the case of most middle children being the one with less time and attention."

"You all are going to be great agents but I love them all equally, and because of the job, I dont have time to give any of them the time and attention that I would like so they are all without me quite often......that is enough for today, class dismissed"

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Too Damn Busy (Soft!Dom!Spencer) (blurb)

Summary: Reader feels clingy all the time with Spencer (and he loves it), but especially at work. What will she do when he just looks too good to resist?

AN: she’s a shorty! send me requests! <3 and again, i didn’t check for errors so please ignore any if you see them.

CW: clitoral stim by spencer bouncing his leg, whiny reader, soft kisses, slight heavy petting when no one is watching, clingy reader, soft spencer, orgasm in office (reader), slight thigh-riding (descreet), a little bit of dramatic crying (bc of dramatic reader lol), cuddling (skin to skin contact), allusions to sex

Category: fluffy smut!

Pairings: Spencer Reid (season 13-15 is what i envisioned) x Fem!Reader

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Reader’s POV: 

I couldn’t help myself. 

It was around five in the evening, and my boyfriend just looked a little too good today. 

He looks amazing everyday--in fact, I have a difficult time not being clingy at work because of how delicious he looks in his work shirts and uniform--but today I couldn’t resist. 

I had already finished all of my work, and I just wanted to go home and... be with Spence.

So, I walked on over to his desk once the greater population of the BAU had left the bullpen (Emily and Hotch were the last remaining), and ran my fingers through his curly hair as he scribbled down information on a case file. 

He glanced up at me and smiled, immediately going back to his work. 

I (obviously) wasn’t satisfied with that. 

“Spence?” My voice was light and soft. 

Spencer hummed sweetly in acknowledgement. 

I propped myself next to the paperwork on his desk. He held my hand with his non-dominant and kissed my knuckles gently before writing down more information. 

“Spencer,” I dragged out the last syllable of his name, but to no avail. I played with his fingers and hand, examining and admiring how big they were compared to mine. I kissed the pads of his fingers lightly, and played with the silver watch on his wrist that I had gotten him for last year’s Christmas. “Can we please go home now? Everyone’s practically left!” I pouted, playing with his digits. 

“Y/n, I told you that I had a lot of paperwork to do today,” he murmured, almost annoyed. Spencer gently pried his hand from my hands, running it through his messy hair. “I’ll come get you when I am finished, OK, love?” 

“But-” I began, but Spencer interrupted me. 

“Y/n,” his tone was a warning. He looked up at me with a commanding stare. 

“Spen-” I wanted to cry. 

He used his hand to cup my chin and make me look down at him. 

“I will come get you when I have finished.”

My bottom lip trembled. 

I knew he was busy, and I wasn’t necessarily sad, just frustrated. 

However, that didn’t stop the tear that slipped past my cheek. Spencer had already let go of my face and focused back on his work again. I sniffled, and he immediately noticed. 

“Sweetheart?” his voice is soft and concerned as I swallow some tears, wiping the fallen ones away. Spencer stands up and follows me as I walk to the kitchenette, grabbing a water bottle. Spencer calls my name softly as he finally catches up to me, his hands snaking around my waist. “I’m sorry, love. I know I’ve been more busy recently, and I’m just frustrated because I truly just want to spend time with you.” 

Spencer leans down and catches my bitten lips with his. 

“Okay?” he hums, combing some hair back from my face. I nod, and he smiles softly, holding me closer and kissing me again before pulling away--however he is still in very close and comfortable proximity to me. “How ‘bout you sit on my lap while I do my work? Hm?” 

I nod again, wrapping my arms around him. 

“I’m sorry,” 

“What’re you sorry for?” he asked sincerely. 

“I shouldn’t have cried.” I replied. 

Spencer smiled softly. “Don’t be sorry about that, okay? We have had a stressful few weeks and haven’t gotten much alone time, love.”

I smiled meekly up at him and kissed him, then let my head rest on his chest.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you more.” he whispers into my hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. 

--

I sat on Spencer’s lap as he did his work. 

I toyed with his non-dominant hand and he would press kisses upon my shoulder, neck, and cheek. 

And to be fair, I was doing perfectly fine. I was happy that I got to be close with him and he was able to do work. 

Until...he started bouncing his leg. 

I shifted underneath him, trying my best to hide the whimper that was begging to escape from my lips. 

His bouncing was incessant, and it caused the perfect amount of friction to my clit. I held his hand with both of mine, my back arching absent-mindedly. 

Spencer took notice as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. 

“S’that feel good?” 

I giggled breathily, trying my best not to openly grind on him. 

“My sweet girl, so needy all of the time. Even in the office we both work at.” he whispered softly, his leg bouncing up and down quicker. 

“Spence-” I turned around, adjusting my position so I could feel my clothed chest against his. The spot was apparently perfect as once he began bouncing his leg again, I whimpered in the crook of his neck. 

Thankfully, no one was here in the bullpen, only in their offices with the doors and blinds closed. 

Spencer ran his hand up and down my torso gently. He littered small kisses on my shoulder and neck, holding me tighter to him. 

This new angle rubbed perfectly against my clit and I came, whimpering in Spencer’s hair. 

As I came down, he ran his hand up and down my back, the cold of his silver watch chilling me. 

Then, Spencer whispered in my hair as I began to get sleepier. “Let’s go home, love.” 

--

Home is where we went and where we stayed for the night. 

Spencer ran us a warm bath and we kissed until the water ran cold, nipping at our warm skin with ease. 

He peppered every square inch of my skin with kisses, saying how proud he was of me. My heart flipped in my chest everytime Spencer kissed me--especially my lips and forehead. 

When it was time for bed, Spencer insisted that we sleep with skin-to-skin contact. 

“Skin-to-skin contact is great for babies and their mother’s, especially right after being born and during the months of typical breastfeeding. However, it is also good in a romantic relationship. It releases a chemical called oxytocin, which goes hand-in-hand with another chemical, seratonin and even tryptophan. It also just builds trust and bonding in a relationship as well.” Spencer spouted, and I smiled at his facts. 

So, we shed our pajamas once we had finished eating dinner and brushing our teeth. I was exhausted, and I knew Spencer was too.

At first, I laid on his chest, tracing patterns on his abdomen as he hummed.

But then, I began to feel needy again, and straddled him, lying my whole body ontop of him. 

He took my position happily, caressing my back and running his hands softly up and down my spine. 

I hummed as he kissed my head, whispering how much he loved me. 

I whispered back how much I loved him and told him how proud I was of him. 

Just as I was about to be lulled to sleep, listening to the small thraps of his heart beating against his chest, he gently flipped up over so he was lying between my thighs; his head on my belly as he kissed the skin softly. 

I ran my fingers through his hair and he hummed happily, kissing down lower and lower...

Let’s just put one thing straight:

We didn’t go to sleep for hours that night.

We made love for a while, understanding each other’s bodies and needs.

We kissed ourselves to sleep.

We were way beyond happy and content with each other. 

And that was that.

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

can you write like a smutty sickfic where like the reader or spencer is sick and they do it cause working out can be good when sick?

Feverish (Switch!Spencer (? kinda))

Summary: Working out is supposed to be good to prevent illness and keep an illness from prolonging...what happens when both reader and spencer get a cold and fever and have to stay in bed all day together?

CW: penetrative sex, unprotected sex, boob sucking (lol b00bs), mentions of sickness (cold and fever), sloppy kissing, cursing, having consensual sex when sick

AN: helloooo, anon! thank you for your request! this one is a shorty! enjoyyyy <3 (and no i didn't proofread now shut up and take what you get 🙄🙄)

Category: Smut/fluffy ending

Pairings: Spencer Reidx Fem!Reader

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Hotch had ordered both Spencer and I to stay home so we didn't spread our mutual cold and fever.

Of course, that meant staying in bed all day.

Which would have been fine so long as Spencer hadn't started to grind up against my ass as we cuddled up in our sheets; our bodies almost suffocatingly warm but the heat felt almost good.

Spencer laid sloppy kisses up my warm neck with his even warmer lips that felt like hot butter against my chilled skin.

"Spence," I whimpered, turning around and meeting my lips with his in a frenzied--but almost lazy grouping of kisses.

Before I could even process anything more, our clothes had been thrown onto the floor, leaving the cold air to hit my warm chest with such delicacy and chilliness that made me crave more Spencer's warm body on mine.

He kissed down my neck and to my rosy and pebbled nipples, flicking his tongue over the bud and then enveloping his warm mouth around it.

He sighed into my skin, and I held his head with my hands, tugging at his locks and rutting my hips against his.

He flipped me onto my stomach, pressing his front against my back as he practically leaned all of his weight onto me, his cock dragging ruthlessly against my slick folds as I whined.

"Shhh," he whispered, nipping at me earlobe. "Don't worry, love. I'm gonna take such good care of you...Besides, exercising is great when you get sick."

He whines, deep in the back of his throat, rubbing the velvety head of his cock right against my folds, pressing his chest and belly against my back.

He lays kisses against my shoulder blade, moving his hips in tiny increments--his length not even nustled inside of me yet. Small whimpers humming against our lips as I turn my head and bring him down for a kiss.

I gasp as his slight movement to reach up to cup my face and kiss me slow and sensually causes his cock to push into my cunt.

"Mm," I whimper against his lips, and he gasps as I clench around him. "Spence, please move, baby." I am practically begging as he inhales slowly, running his hands up and down my torso, his touch making my body so sensitive I feel all tingly.

I already feel close.

It's slow and soft--his first thrust. I moan against the sheets, and he slowly withdraws from my body before slamming back into me; causing my body to quiver underneath his touch as he kisses the nape of my neck and back.

"S'that feel good, love?" he asks, and I feel myself gasp for a breath of cold air as he lifts off of my body--his cock still buried inside of me as he thrusts-- and pulls my limp hips to meet his, the sound of skin slapping and wetness filling the room along with our moans to create an overall lewd symphony.

"So good," I cry, a choked moan following my statement as he grunts and pounds deeper and quicker inside of me. "S-So--fucking good."

His pace grows quicker as I no longer have control over my hips, his big hands gripping my soft skin so harshly that it just fuels my already building orgasm.

I'm so, so close.

"Uh, uh, augh!" Needy moans leave my lips as he continuously pulls me back down onto his cock, making me tremble.

"God, you-you're so fucking wet, baby," Spencer's whimper turns into a low growl as he fucks me into the mattress. "Feels so good around my cock."

The soft tissue on my ass is no doubt red and sore from how hard his skin is meeting mine.

The last few words are a mantra that come from Spencer's beautiful mouth as I cum hard, clenching around him and practically screaming through hoarse vocal chords--the sound muffled from my face being buried into a pillow as his dick thrusts so deep inside of me, I gasp so loud that I feel as though I could feel him in my fucking lungs.

"Take it, take it, take it..." Is what he says.

He comes right after the third time he says the two words, falling ontop of me and gasping for air as his come paints my warm inner walls.

He lays sloppy kisses as he finishes, snapping his hips a few more times before going to pull away before I whine.

"Don' leave." Is what I whisper, sniffling.

He chuckles, clearing his throat--his warm body presses against mine as he kisses my shoulders.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Bunny."

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