lovelyspencerreid

[lovelyspencerreid]

All You Need

Pairing - Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

Request - Was wondering if I could get a super sappy fluffy fic with Spencer. Was thinking a fic where reader has been having a really tough time and has to change their life style and have pulled away because of it. Take it wherever you want I love your writing I know you'll do amazing whatever you write

Warnings - language, injection of fertility drug via needle (implied proper disposal), fertility problems, very very brief mentions of Diana’s schizophrenia and William’s disappearance, SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+), fingering, slight overstimulation, unprotected penetrative sex

Summary - You’ve been hiding your feelings from him, pushing him away and shutting him out ever since you found out about your odds of having a baby. There had to be some way he could let himself in, some way for the both of you to come to terms with what’s become.

Category - hurt/comfort, SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+)

Word Count - 7.5k

A/N - idk if i did the request justice but i decided to go with something from grey’s anatomy (meredith’s infertility arc)— a lot of the first two scenes are taken from grey’s. also, this is my first time writing like full on smut, so um, let me know if i can fix anything. this one was a doozy to write lmaooo.

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A soft, hot breath hit your tender skin, sending shivers down your spine as you immediately recognized the mellow waft of his cologne around you. A pair of hands spun your chair around, your eyes meeting his hazel ones with a mischievous smile below. “Spencer,” you giggled while looking around for any wandering eyes or nosy bodies around the bullpen, “What are you doing?”

His hands ghosted across your upper thighs, his fingers treading dangerous waters. “Are you busy?”

“I-” you look back at the papers messily laid out on your desk, “I am, Spencer.”

“I just need a minute, it’ll be quick,” he begs, placing a gentle kiss to the top of your hand.

“Spencer, really… I don’t think I have the time-”

He hooked a one finger under your chin, lifting your head up to meet his piercing gaze that bore straight through the already falling wall of armor you attempted to put up. His touch rendered you absolutely useless, an unintelligible mess of putty in his handsome hands that held your heart.

“Just,” he placed a kiss around your face after every word, “One,” kiss, “Minute,” and another right on your lips. His coy smirk played on his lips after he opened his eyes to see your dazed face after removing the supportive hand he kept on your back to keep you from falling over.

“Just one,” you bargained, “You’ll be quick?”

“Very,” he whispered, taking your agreement and rushing you up the stairs to the storage closet on the eleventh floor placed conveniently in a hallway of unused offices that the two of you often frequented for some… fun.

Your laughs and giggles reverberated through the halls, bouncing off the walls and to the offices that were most definitely occupied. It was a known fact that the two of you together were quite adventurous in nature, even more so when you began trying for a child. You both were a nuisance, something that you were told repeatedly by your very annoyed and frustrated colleagues.

Preoccupied, the two of you hopped into the cramped space only to stumble over tossed clothing on the ground. You looked up, startled by the new recruit and tech genius pressed up against each other in nothing but lacy underwear and boxers. All four of you shared a shocked glance before their state of stun quickly passed, the quiet turning into terrified screams and Luke’s clumsy attempts to cover the both of them. You quickly pulled Spencer out. “Oh my god.” He shook his head, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the elevator as he pushed the button from behind you.

“Where are we going now?”

“No where,” he mumbled against your neck, his hands migrating down to your waist.

“What?” You tried to turn around to look at him, failing horribly when he held you still in your place.

“Don’t worry, I told you I’ll be quick. In and out.”

“Spencer,” you yell, distracted from the risky problem at hand when he began to hike your skirt up from one side. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as the numbers above the metal doors decreased with a tick each time.

“Ready?”

You nodded, his lips reaching your cheeks as he pressed up against your behind— his cold hands brushing against your side. You winced at the slight pinch from the needle in his hand that he carefully capped after injecting you with the fertility drug.

“See,” he smiled against your skin, “I told you. Quick.”

“I think you forgot to mention the pain too,” you laughed, turning around and wrapping your hands around his neck— well aware that you were close to arriving on the sixth floor. You reached up to meet his lips sweetly, your eyes closing in peaceful bliss as he reciprocated immediately.

“Well, it’s all for our hypothetical baby.”

“Our future baby,” you giggled into his ear as the doors opened with a ding, his hands slipping into yours. He could feel your heart racing, his fingers resting over your pulse point lightly as he smiled at your excitement.

You gave his hand a squeeze, leading his attention towards the handsy couple in front of you. Penelope was perched on Luke’s desk, his hand resting on her knee and her hand caressing his cheek, fully dressed after being startled by you and Spencer. He giggled in your ear, the smell of your hair putting a wide grin on his face.

He pulled his head away when the sound of someone clearing their throat came from behind you, turning around to see a very tired Emily with a steaming hot cup of coffee in her hand. She took a sip, giving the both of you a knowing look and nodding her head towards the pair of bodies with hearts practically floating around them.

“I could barely handle the two of you, now I have to deal with double the PDA,” she sighed, shaking her head. You laughed with him, letting his hand slip from yours as you tucked yourself back in between the desk and your chair— Spencer doing the same.

He looked back down at the words printed on the pure white paper on his desk but he could never focus with you around, which posed a serious problem since the first time you walked into the bullpen. His eyes never lacked a subject of beauty to look at, his heart never lacked someone to beat for.

Small chuckles fell from his lips as he tried to recenter his focus on his paperwork, failing miserably and wandering back to you— his wife. You got married on a whim, throwing all caution and thought to the wind after you spontaneously took a trip to the court house after work on a Wednesday. There was no reason you couldn’t have waited a couple of months to plan something a bit more conventional but he didn’t need all the adornments or long-winded discourses of a typical wedding, all he needed was you.

And that didn’t change… it never would.

The two of you were perfect, the Reids— your true feelings hidden behind a façade of vacant smiles and hollow laughs. He knew you were struggling and beating yourself from the inside out, but you never showed it in broad daylight.

Kids were something that you and him have talked about the moment you made up your minds about the elopement, deciding that you’d start trying as soon as you got married. You tried your best, and so did he.

Tracking your cycles and approximating when you’d start ovulating was a daily occurrence for a year and a half after unsuccessful trying. Your usual loving, lusty sex was nothing but dry— overshadowed by the sad and absent conceptions. The fun was sucked out of something that always managed to bring a smile to your faces, it had become nothing but a chore and he hated it.

It was a punch in the gut when your OB/GYN told you that having a child naturally was a long shot. He walked out of the office with your hand in his, his heart breaking not only for the possibility of a life without biological children but for you. You refused to let him in, putting on the same fake smile he recognized as a way to convince yourself that everything was fine.

That you were fine.

And in some way you accepted that as you offered up alternative ways to have kids that he happily considered with you, landing on fertility drugs. You were optimistic about it and so was he, trying to make the process as enjoyable as it was in the beginning for you.

Spencer knew you’d blame yourself, a fact that sent waves of pain to his heart. It was never your fault and it never would be but there was no way for him to know.

Which was what broke him.

All he wanted was for you to open yourself up to him and move away from the rock you hid behind. He wanted you, all the good and the bad parts— the happy and the sad.

“Hey.”

His eyes shifted from the coffee pot he had been blankly staring at to you. “Hey.”

“You alright?” You giggled, “If you want coffee that badly then I can get you a cup.”

He shook his head. “I’m good, just thinking.”

“Okay,” you reached your hand out towards the edge of his desk, feeling around, “I was thinking about going home early.”

“Are you okay, is something wrong?”

“Everything’s fine, Spence,” you laughed, “I’m just feeling tired so I thought I’d get a head start on sleeping.”

“You’re sure you’re alright,” his hands landed on yours, taking them and squeezing lightly.

You smiled, “I’m fine. I promise. I already told Emily so I’ll meet you at home?”

He nodded, standing up and placing a kiss on your forehead that you happily received— kissing him on the cheek before patting his chest and talking towards your desk. He watched you walk out, something was off but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

He sighed, slinking back down into his chair and stuffing his head back into the pile of papers on his desk. It was only a matter of time before he figured out how you truly felt about the whirlwind that’s been the last couple of years.

Spencer’s been stuck in his own purgatory, one that he knew you were stuck in too.

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He walked into the apartment, smiling as soon as the smell of chocolate hit him. You were standing in the kitchen swaying your hips to some upbeat song, humming along like you usually do.

A couple of laughs rolled past his lips, placing his bag on the hanger and coming up behind you to give you a kiss. It was almost as if you could feel his presence, remaining unvexed as he reached around to give you a peck on the cheek.

Spencer swayed along with you, his smile tickling your skin as you grinned along. There wasn’t a need to talk, the love radiating off of the both of you served as your own form of communication without the extra noise. He watched you chop pieces of chocolate in a way he never had before, the chunks completely uneven which went against every fiber of your being. He didn’t comment on it, choosing to ignore a glaringly obvious red flag he should’ve paid more attention to.

“Cupcakes?” He mumbled against your skin, snuggling against your neck and planting curt kisses behind your ear.

You giggled, “Mhm.”

“I thought you said you were tired?”

“I was, but I was craving some chocolate cupcakes.”

He lifted his head after hearing the one trigger word that had been ingrained in his brain since the beginning. “Craving?”

“Not like that,” you laughed.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, stopping the playful sway of his hips and loosening his grip on your waist slightly.

“Don’t be,” you whispered, feeling a bit guilty for making him feel like it was his fault for getting excited, “My egg hasn’t dropped yet. It will soon, just one more round.”

“I know…” He trailed off, the silence implying something that didn’t need to be said— that he loved you.

You couldn’t imagine how hard it was for him to be going through something he didn’t ask for. He was happy to be with you, you knew that, but that didn’t make it any easier for him. All he’s ever wanted was to be a dad and you’ve tried your best to make it a reality, but your efforts were wasted after finding out that the odds were all against you.

You felt like ever since you found out, there was some kind of distance between you— something you desperately tried to fix. Things weren’t as they used to be, you knew it and he did too.

“Shit,” you hissed, jumping up and instinctively wrapping your hand around the finger you had just cut, “Fuck.”

Spencer reached for the little first aid kit placed in a drawer in the kitchen, holding out his hand for you to take. You placed your hand on his as he tried his best to clean it out quietly, something running through his mind.

“Sorry,” he said in response to your wince, “You’ve been clumsy lately.”

You quirked your head to the side, furrowing your brows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’ve been tripping and falling and feeling around for things like you can’t see,” he looked up at you inquisitively as you looked away to avoid his strangely intimidating eyes, “Oh my god. You can’t see.”

“Spencer-”

“W- why didn’t you tell me.”

“It’s not a big deal, I’m probably just tired. That’s why I went home early, Spencer,” you gently retracted your hand, sensing his festering anger.

He huffed, grabbing your hand and placing the bandaid on your finger before yanking you to the door. “I’m taking you to the doctor.” You knew better than to argue with him, slipping on your shoes and following him out the door. It was a quiet ride, but the silence was different from the one that filled the space around you in the brightly lit kitchen.

It was angry and tense, disappointed and hurt.

The silence followed you all the way to the bustling room in the urgent care facility, the two of you so close yet miles apart— separated by feelings of betrayal. He couldn’t wrap his head around why you would keep something so integral to your health from him. Your vision loss could be attributed to a number of things that could violently rip you from his arms.

You walked into the private room as an unfamiliar OB/GYN walked in behind Spencer.

“Mr. and Mrs. Reid, what brings you in today?” She asked, sitting down on her stool and looking to the both of you for answers.

“Um, my vision’s been really blurry lately,” you mumbled.

“And when did you start to notice this?”

“I,” you couldn’t help but glance over at Spencer who was patiently waiting for your answer, “It started three days ago.”

He scoffed, “Three?”

You looked at him as he met your eyes with just as much anger, the two of you shooting daggers at each other and filling the room with an uncomfortable tension.

“I’m fine. I still am. I can still see, just not as clearly as I did before. It’s not a big deal, Spencer,” you huffed bitterly.

“Right,” he said, matching your tone, “So you didn’t just cut your finger because you couldn’t see what was right in front of you? How did you even manage to see?” “I squinted, okay? It was fine.”

He grumbled, “Yeah.”

The doctor looked between the both of you with your faces all red and steam practically blowing out of your nostrils.

“Well, I think I might have the answer as to why you may not be able to see as clearly as you could before,” she offered, “It’s most likely the fertility drug that you have listed here. Just to be safe, I’ve called down our emergency ophthalmologist to give the okay for you to go home, but you have to stop the fertility drugs.”

You laughed, dry and humorless. “I- I can’t stop now, my egg’s about to drop.”

“Yes, you can. Look, I know you really want to wait it out ‘til the end of the cycle but you know all those scary side effects listed on the back of the box? One of them is happening to you right now and we need to make sure that this doesn’t permanently damage your eyesight.”

You nodded along, pretending that her words didn’t shatter your already fragile heart. The words that came from her in the next few moments were cancelled out, you couldn’t hear one thing she said— Spencer taking your place and speaking for you.

You saw her leave, still sitting silently on the tissue paper lined bed as the world around you slowed. You wondered what you had done to be so unlucky, the world pitted against you in your endeavors. It was stupid of you to pass off the fuzziness as a symptom of sleep deprivation and keeping it from Spencer even more so.

The rest of your visit went by in a blur, having your eyes checked out and given the green light to go home. The ride was quiet like it was before, except the silence had gone from lighthearted to fumed to somber.

No words were exchanged, the eerie placidity haunting you all the way to your bedroom door. Spencer opened it for you to go in, the cupcakes discarded on the kitchen counter.

“I can call Emily and tell her you’re going to be staying home for the next couple of days.”

You looked over to him from your place by the dresser, your pajamas in your hands. “Why would I be staying home?”

“I just assumed that you wanted to, a- and your eyes-”

“My eyes are fine, Spencer. I’ll be fine, I’m all good to work tomorrow. It’s just going to be another paperwork day anyways.”

He nodded as you tried to pass him by to reach the bathroom, stopped by his hands placed tenderly on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For just,” he sighed, “I don’t know? Exploding on you? I was just upset that you didn’t tell me.”

“Don’t apologize, Spence. You had every right to be mad, I would be too if you couldn’t see despite already having the worst eyesight,” you giggled, a small smile appeared on his face again, “I’m fine.”

“D- do you want to talk about what happened? We can if you want to-”

“There’s nothing to talk about. The drugs aren’t an option anymore so we’ll have to think of something else or,” you dropped your head slightly to blink away the tears that started to form discreetly, “Or we’ll just have to stop trying.”

“We don’t have to do that, there are tons of other options,” he pulled you into him tightly, rubbing your back with a comfort that you were well accustomed to.

“I know and I’m fine,” you pulled away to look up at him with a smile, “I’m just going to change, I’ll be back.”

You left his arms and shut the door behind you. He mustered the energy to flop onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling blankly.

You weren’t fine.

He didn’t know what you were feeling or how hard you were being on yourself behind closed doors. You wouldn’t let him in and he didn’t know why, it hurt him to know that you didn’t want him to be in there with you— helping.

There was no doubt that things had changed, they weren’t as they were before. You weren’t open, taking the key away from his hand and shutting him outside the doors of your heart. You wouldn’t let him in and it broke him in more ways than one— something that brought you joy shriveling up into your own personal hell.

He had to find a way to let you know that it was alright. That it wasn’t your fault. That it didn’t have to be this way anymore, the gleaming light that surrounded you darkened by the haze of despondence.

That he was always there.

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The week flew by, Spencer losing any and every sense of time after that night at the emergency room. The same infuriating smile still plastered on your face, your fake acceptance irked him. He tried to weasel his way in, but it was no use no matter how hard he tried— you kept him out and your feelings locked away in a deep, dark part inside of you.

The team, oblivious to every single trouble you went through, invited everyone over for dinner on their valued day off on Friday. Every single day leading up to that dreaded night where he’d have to pretend along with you was torture, all he wanted was to stay back with you but you insisted.

Keeping up appearances.

Something he always hated.

Everything he had done as a child was all for some shining glory if not in vain, attention and spotlight was what he craved. His mother was never lucid enough to care for him as she should have, something he didn’t hold against her, while his dad was off living his life having left behind the dead weight that was his son and schizophrenic wife.

He pretended to be alright for his mom’s sake. He pretended like he didn’t think about all the things he could have done to make his dad stay. He pretended like his auspicious memory and his prodigious intelligence wasn’t a pain to bear, like it didn’t keep him awake every night.

As much as he didn’t want to, he followed your lead and deceivingly nodded along with empty laughs and deceptive smiles to make you happy.

He’d do anything to make you happy.

Spencer opened the door for you, waiting for you to walk into the apartment before shutting it behind him. You turned around and gave him a kiss, returning a faint color to his cheeks and a small glimmer in his eyes. He reciprocated, leaning down to keep you from hurting your toes as you reached upwards.

“I’m going to get ready,” you said between kisses, the little seed of hope and genuinity growing in the base of his chest.

“Now?” He laughed, “We still have a couple of hours before we have to leave.”

“Yes, now. It’s been a while since we’ve gone out with the team, I miss spending time with them.”

He missed spending time with you.

“Okay, I’ll just wait out here then. I don’t think I need to change just yet,” he placed a kiss on your forehead and loosened his grasp on your waist.

You nodded, running your hands through your hair and padding away towards the bathroom connected to the bedroom. He walked over to the bookshelf, running his hands across the spines of his collection detailing some of the most renowned stories in history.

He wished it was that simple, that he could look up the answer to all his problems. Spencer picked a book, sitting down in his armchair and flipping through the pages mindlessly. It only served to occupy the worry in his mind, distracting him from the real problem at hand.

He didn’t know how to fix it, he didn’t know what he had to do to get you to let him in again. Maybe it was an inevitable end as dramatic as it sounded, maybe there was nothing he could do to change what your relationship evolved into.

The problem wasn’t you pushing him away, it was you refusing to tell him the truth about how you truly felt— like it was your fault.

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The minutes ticked by as the sun rested and the moon rose to it’s shiny pedestal in the sky, the stars illuminating the world beneath it. He had already changed, sitting on the bed and waiting for you to reveal whatever beautiful dress you donned behind the closed bathroom door.

His attention was drawn towards the little sliver of light that came from the space between the frame and the piece of wood that separated the two of you, your voice flowing through the crack and reaching his ears in a blissful trance.

“Spence?”

He raced to the door, poking his head in to see you standing in front of the mirror— your hair all done with wispy curls framing your face. “Yes?”

You met his eyes through the reflection in the mirror, smiling at his tousled curls and crooked tie. “Can you come help please?”

He nodded, pushing the door open to expose your dress with the zipper completely open. He felt his face flush almost immediately, the sight of your bare back bringing him back to your first time together after three months of dating.

Spencer could feel the chains slipping through his hands with ease, trying his hardest to reign himself in after the pain you must have gone through after recent events. He couldn’t burden you with his urges.

“Can you help me with the zipper? Sorry, I didn’t want to keep you waiting and I accidentally jammed it,” you admitted, swiping your hair away to reveal more of your skin.

He gulped nervously, “I don’t mind.”

“It’s really stuck so it might be hard to fix.”

He nodded and approached you from behind, to attempt to zip you up.

The heat of the lights above him worsened his control over the situation, tempting him to throw all caution to the wind and make you feel the way he felt. He could see the curvature of your back, the softness of your skin. It was alluring and charming all at once, drawing his mind away from what he should be doing to what he wanted to do.

Urging him to let go.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll get it up somehow,” he laughed, a shy grin on your face, “And… just to clarify. You wanted it zipped up, right?”

“Yes,” you giggled, “Up.”

Maybe this was the answer he was looking for, taking away the responsibility and pressure placed upon you— exchanging it for something the two of you haven’t experienced in well over 2 years.

“Do you think I could convince you to keep it down?”

He didn’t want to pretend like he didn’t miss how it was before.

“Spencer,” you huffed, rolling your eyes playfully.

“You can’t blame me for trying,” he sighed with a smirk on his face.

His hands shakily started to work the zipper up the tracks, but something was telling him not to. These past 2 years the two of you fumbled around trying to figure out what you could do to bear a child, blinded by the journey and losing sight of what really mattered— your love. Sure, it would be nice to have a newborn babbling in your arms, but what would it matter if neither of you still burned with the same fire that sparked when you first met.

He lost all control over his feelings… but he’d win it back by losing it all over again.

“Can you get it?”

He sighed, the world dizzying in the cloud of lust and desire that had been tossed, neglected. There wasn’t anything holding him back, letting go of the little metal zipper and placing his hands on your waist— slowly reaching towards your stomach to pull you back towards him. The warmth of his hands spread across your abdomen, his heartbeat felt in between your barren shoulder blades. You couldn’t stop the tiny whimpers from escaping your lips lined with red lipstick, his reflection in the mirror leaning down to your neck that was wide open for him to conquer.

You trembled under his touch that lit fires atop your skin like they did before, but in a new way. He was starved, craving something that wasn’t rendered into something almost monotonous. The act itself was wrung dry of every drop of passion, degraded into nothing but a chore every time the little app on your phone dinged signaling your ovulation.

You missed it too, just as much as he did.

You flung your head back onto his shoulder, jaw slack with the pleasure derived from just his hands alone. Spencer slid his finger up your back, tracing your spine with the back of his hands as you shivered and bit back a moan.

His lips moved down from the place on your neck down to the top of your shoulder, his eyes closed in utter bliss. The soft feeling of his lips on your uncovered skin left trails of pleasant tingles that spread all over your body, wildfires in your forest. A familiar heat shot straight down to your core, your hands wanting to reach for his hair as it was so accustomed to.

Spencer’s hands gently pulled your dress down your shoulders, opening his mouth slightly to nip at your skin… to leave marks that only he could see. You pushed back against him, the satisfaction of his touch throwing every ounce of rationale you had out the window for another second of contact.

“Spencer…”

Your moan sent him smiling against your skin with a smirk, savoring the way you called out his name as your knees began to give way to him. His free hand reached down towards the hem of your dress, slowly lifting it up as his hand left feelings of delightful pin-pricks on your skin. His fingers traveled upwards toward your lacy underwear, a smile playing on his lip the moment a lewd moan came from you.

It was music to his ears, the sound of your panting and huffing that reverberated against the bathroom walls. He managed to fully slip the dress off your body, his eyes moving to the fogged mirror and taking in the sight of your bare chest— each curve and dip was a masterpiece in his eyes.

You couldn’t handle how painstakingly slow he was going, his amusement of your torment evident from the evil grin on his face as he sucked at your shoulder. He gave into your neediness, wrapping his arms around you and spinning you to face him like a top which eventually gave way to a parade shaky laughs.

“I missed this,” he whispered as his lips ghosted over yours, “I missed you.”

“I missed this too… I missed you too,” you mumbled, closing the distance between you and folding your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. The kiss wasn't tender and sweet, rather a ravenous devour of the air the two of you attempted to breathe— there had to be some way to make up for all the lost time.

With one single motion, his hands gripped your thighs hungrily while lifting you up and placing you down onto the bathroom counter. You winced slightly, feeling the cold marble slab beneath your skin and tugging at his suit jacket to even the playing field if he’d allow it.

He wasted no time in reattaching his lips to your skin, sucking at your collarbone as his hands worked in tandem to pleasure you in every possible way— tracing shapeless forms on your breasts while the other toyed with the band of your underwear, completely soaked with your arousal.

Spencer left no part untouched by his mouth— sucking and kissing and nipping, leaving marks all over your body… marks that the two of you would no doubt revisit later. His lips scorched your chest, remnants of your red lipstick that transferred onto his skin laying on top of the bruises that began to form.

His agile fingers made quick work of the sheer fabric that clung loosely around your waist, throwing it to the side and smiling at the feeling of your wet cunt.

You gasped as soon as you felt him slip two fingers into your folds, working his way in slowly while continuing to kiss away at your skin— fulfilling his insatiable hunger for you. Your eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, head swung back as your hands desperately reached for something to grab in an attempt to brace yourself.

“Shit, Sp- Spence,” you stuttered, drunk on the feelings of euphoria elicited from the man who embodied your idea of paradise.

“What’s wrong?” He teased, curling his fingers upward to reach your most sensitive spot as his thumb moved towards your clit. “I-,” you panted, gasping as soon as he applied pressure onto your bundle of nerves, savoring what you imagined to be the feeling of being in seventh heaven.

He chuckled in your ear, whispering, “So sensitive.” You writhed into his touch, nearing your climax as he continued to thrust his fingers into you with a relentless speed. The two of you forgot about all your problems from before, the pleasure you derived from the intimate moment together washing away the bad that clouded the good.

You moaned into his neck, your strength draining as you clenched around his fingers and tangled your hands in his hair. Suddenly your obligations and feelings of responsibility were lifted, set free by the radiant waves of pleasure sourced from your core.

“I can’t. I- I need,” you could barely form words, your brain short-circuiting, “I n- need to-”

“It’s alright,” he reassured, “Let go for me.”

And right on cue, a slew of ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ flowed effortlessly as he continued to desecrate your body with the steady rhythm of his hands. You whined, squirming in his embrace from the overstimulation— looking at him intensely when you felt the growing bulge in his pants against your thigh.

With a burst of confidence, you pressed your knee up against his crotch— the vibrations of his groan tickling your neck. He continued to fuck you with his fingers as you palmed his throbbing cock, slowly pulling down the zipper of his pants and slipping your hand in between the fabric in your elation.

You savored every sound that came from him, dark and husky as they mixed with the sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you. His pants slid down to his ankles, your other hand quickly pulling off his tie and undoing every single nuisance of a button— running your hand down his bare chest while the onslaught of physical desire enabled you to gather enough energy to undress him even further.

It wasn’t long before you could feel yourself approaching another gratifying release, Spencer’s lips no longer taunting you with power as he succumbed to the feeling of your hand on his dick. He opened his eyes slightly, pupils dilated as they met yours that begged him for something more… for him.

Your beckoning look had his heart racing, the sheer amount of want that reflected in your pupils that were almost the size of your iris had him growing impossibly harder. The vivacious smile on your face replaced every other hollow look that left him vexxed, your hands increasing their speed in an attempt to gain some sense of control over the one person who could ever leave you speechless.

You were nothing but a mess of salacious whines and deafening cries of pleasure when you were with him.

He groaned into your ear, a cry coming from you when he removed his fingers from inside you. Spencer lifted his hand to your mouth, coated in the remnants of your last high. You opened, taking his fingers in and sucking the consequences of his sinful actions off his fingers.

You left him unable to speak, the feeling of your tongue on his fingers encouraging him to take things further than he already had. You giggled at the sight as you opened your mouth and released his finger, a thread of spit connected to the tips of his fingers tied him to you in the most succulent way.

“I need you,” he husked, his hips involuntarily bucking into your hand for more contact, “I need all of you.”

“What are you waiting for?” Your hand pushed back his unruly curls that covered his eyes, leaning towards his ear and whispering as you twirled a piece of his hair in your fingers, “Take me.”

His heart skipped a beat with your words. His ardent love for you replacing the blood that ran through his veins, electricity surging through his body. Suddenly, the barely noticeable grasp he had on himself was gone— becoming a fiend for you and only you.

Spencer smashed his lips to yours, the two of you fused together with passion— your hands wrapping around his neck as his hands pulled you off the counter. Your wet core pressed against his stomach as the feeling made him moan against your lips.

Your kisses spoke of things that were left unsaid, all the miscommunication and nights spent sleeping with your backs against the other remedied with the overflow of your emotions.

He stepped out of his pants that piled on his ankles, pushing open the door and walking towards the bed.

The cotton sheets and fluffed pillows were ruined when he threw you onto it, the rest of the soft mattress conforming to your body as he climbed on top of you after discarding the rest of his clothes. You adjusted yourself on the bed, scooting yourself up with your legs pressed together.

The look in his eyes was animalistic, carnivorous— the tip of his stiff cock glimmering from his precum. The two of you could barely see, the room barely illuminated by the stream of moonlight that dripped from the curtains. All you could hear was the sound of your panting and his hungry breaths, shifting nervously as you anxiously awaited for him to leave you in whimpering shambles.

Spencer’s hand guided your head onto the pillow, leaving gentle kisses on your face to ease your raging nerves. His hands grasped your knees and eased them apart— smiling at the sight of your glistening pussy.

He leaned down to your face, trapping you in between his arms placed on either side of you as he distracted you with long kisses that rushed lust through your body. You felt him lazily dragging the head of his dick through your folds before slipping his fingers in to grab some of your wetness and slicking it over him— using his hands to pump his cock before lining himself up with you.

Before you knew it, he drove himself into you— moans and words that would earn the two of you shameful stares fell from your lips with no restraint. Your mouth went slack as he slowly stretched you out, allowing you to acclimate to his size before he fucked you at an unrelenting pace. Spencer filled you up effortlessly, hitting the most sensitive spots inside of you. Your hands flying up to his hair in a prurient flurry, eyes squeezed shut in a dream of pleasure.

The sound of his hips thrusting into yours filled the room and was accompanied by the harmonization of your moans. He leaned his head down and nipped at your ear as you pushed your head back into the pillow even further. His gentle nature had vanished, replaced with a state of desirous wanting.

The feeling of blossoming pleasure led you to believe that what you were feeling was what you would feel as you entered through the gates of heaven, ironic given that Spencer’s actions were far from pure and innocent.

He buried himself in you deeper, rousing a gluttonous scream muffled by his neck. The rhythm he set sent your fingers towards his back, raking them downward and leaving trails of red welts of tempestuous ardor.

The knot in your stomach grew as he pounded into you, approaching a feeling you knew all too well… a feeling you missed. He could sense your imminent release as you tightened around him, following suit from your clenching that sent his head deeper into the crook of your neck.

You squirmed beneath him, back arching from the blazing feeling of ecstasy that undulated through your body.

“Spence,” you cried out, “I- I can’t.”

He lifted his head, taking his hand to grasp your chin. “Look at me,” he demanded, your eyes fluttering open, “You wanted this… so take it.”

His speed didn’t let up, the driving force of his hips continuing with the same amount of wanting. He let go of your face, making up for his rough touch with the gentle persuasion and encouragement of his kisses.

You hooked your legs around him, allowing him to thrust into you even further. You were so close and so was he, the strength of each of his thrust faltering after every time. The impure sounds that came from the two of you increasing in volume as the bed frame hit the wall with merciless ease.

“My sweet girl,” he muttered against your ear, “I’m so close — fuck— just a little longer for me.”

His thumb traveled down to your swollen clit, rubbing in circles to bring you even closer to falling over the edge with him. It took nothing more, a couple of circles around your clit sent you shouting into him and coming onto his dick that throbbed inside of you.

He grunted, driving into you a couple more times before he came undone just like you— fucking a mixture of your cum deeper inside you as he relished in your heavenly whines. As the two of you wound down, legs tangled together in a mess of sheets that clung to your limbs, he slowly pulled out as you whimpered from your sensitivity.

Spencer grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped away your combined arousal that cascaded out of you, placing tentative kisses on the inside of your thigh to calm you down from the overstimulation. He tossed the soiled tissues in the small trash can near his nightstand, shifting upwards and opening his arm to hold you close to his chest— the sound of his racing heart sending a smile to your face.

He looked down and placed his lips on your cheek, taking his thumb and wiping off the trail of mascara that ran down your face from the tears of pure pleasure that you shed. You laughed, reaching your hand up towards his face and trying your best to get rid of the marks your crimson red lipstick left on his neck, covering the real marks that graced his tender skin.

“I- I hope that was okay,” he whispered, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, of course not,” you reassured.

He nodded, pulling you closer into him and gently rubbing your back sweetly. “I didn’t mean to do that,” he laughed quietly, “It was just- I don’t know.”

You shifted in his touch, moving in a position where you could better see his face. “I know, but um,” you paused, contemplating your next words, “I didn’t mind it at all, I think I’d much rather spend tonight with you than with the team.”

“I thought you wanted to go?”

“I did… but only because I thought you wanted to go.”

He shook his head, caressing your face as he marvelled at your beauty. “I didn’t,” he breathed defeatedly, “I want nothing more than to be with you, love. I hate what we’ve become, I hate that all we’re focusing on is having a baby. Don’t get me wrong, I want kids— of course I do— but it’s not the same.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

His heart broke at how small your voice was, your gaze shifting from his eyes to somewhere else in the room. “No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault, nothing is your fault.”

Tears stung your eyes. “But I-”

“Not ‘buts’, it’s not your fault and it never will be. I know you’re trying your best to hide your feelings, but you don’t always need to stay strong… not with me,” he cooed, “I need you to be honest with me, with how you’re feeling. Okay?”

You nodded, meeting his lips and melting in his touch. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around you all while reciprocating your kiss. He pulled away, a smile of content on your face as you leaned into his chest. “Let’s not push it,” his voice husky and soft, “I’ve seen what this whole thing has done to you. You’re stressed and under so much pressure, I hate seeing you beat yourself up all the time about something you have no control over. It’ll happen when it happens and if it doesn’t, there are so many other things we can do.”

You nodded, wrapping your hands around him with the lethargy of your spent passion.

He laughed, “What are we going to tell Rossi and the others?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t think it really matters. With the way we’ve been acting at work, I’m sure they’ll just assume we’re fucking,” you giggled.

“Well… they wouldn’t be wrong,” he teased, holding you tighter and squeezing slightly with waves of relief washing over him.

You leaned over him and took a glance at the analog clock on his nightstand. “If we clean up now, we’d only be an hour and a half late? I’m kind of hungry and Rossi’s food is exactly what I need.”

“I’m hungry too,” his hands moving to your waist and up your chest teasingly, “But not for Rossi’s food.”

“Spencer,” you yelled as he attacked you with his lips and mumbled things all over your skin. Grins and playful smirks on your faces, paralyzed by with happiness that was delivered by the slobbery kisses from your husband.

Why it took so long for you to finally accept that things don’t always work out the way you want them to? You didn’t know, but you did know one thing…

All you needed was him.

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Office Hours

Description: Struggling in Dr. Reid’s class, you find yourself accepting extra help from him. How could you repay him for his kindness? Who could tell…

Pairing: prof!Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: explicit smut (oral, fingering, penetrative sex between m & f), Spence being hot and shy, fluff too!! MINORS DNI! 18+ only

Word Count: 4k

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You knew there had to be something wrong with you. You were convinced. Of course, other people in the class may have had a little crush on the professor. Who wouldn’t? But to be so completely zoned in to him walking around and writing at the board and using a crazy amount of hand gestures to explain his points...

There it goes again.

You’d been in the lecture hall for nearly an hour at this point, but probably couldn’t recall a single word Dr. Reid had spoken since about the five minute mark of class. You thought taking an elective on criminal behavior might be fun, but you’d also assumed you’d have some old guy who just really liked the subject as the professor. Not a relatively young, extremely attractive FBI agent.

You were totally zoned when you’d realized he’d asked a question. Almost everyone’s hands shot up except for yours. Now you were beginning to feel a little nervous about the next test considering you seemed to be the only one who really had no clue what was going on in the class. You’d practically bombed the last one, and decided to dedicate yourself to paying attention for the rest of the class period. Unfortunately, your plan was cut short as you heard him dismissing everyone.

You sighed, pre-dedicating for the next class to actually pay attention. You packed up your things, heading down the steps and towards the door when you heard Dr. Reid call your name. You turned, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. Staring at him for an hour every other day was one thing, but having to go speak to him? You worried you might faint.

“Yeah?” You asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.

He waved you over. “Can I speak to you? Do you have some time?”

You nodded. “Yeah, this was my last class for today.”

He gave you a tiny, tight-lipped smile. “Great. Could you follow me to my office?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, good,” he nodded quickly, then turned and scrambled to gather his things quickly. “I’ll be done in just a second, promise.”

You watched on with amusement as he scurried around the desk, grabbing all of his items and throwing them in his bag. For someone who seemed mostly cool and collected as a professor, he sure seemed a little nervous and a little peculiar as a person. He took one last look around as he slung his bag on his shoulder, then gave another quick smile as he announced that he was ready.

You waved him in front of you. “Lead the way. I’m not really sure where to go.”

He nodded quickly once more, starting to move ahead.

“Right. Sorry.”

He opened the door for you, and you walked through before waiting on him to start towards the office. You decided to walk beside him, because as awkward as that felt, it was much worse following behind him like a lost puppy.

“Uh, so, how have your classes been this semester?” He asked.

“They’ve been great, nothing too difficult this semester.”

He glanced at you for a moment. “Yeah?”

You nodded in silence as you both came up on the door of his office. He opened the door, letting you step inside before he closed the door behind him. You looked around the room, taking in the decor and whatever smelled so good. It was warm, and there were plenty of nice, dark wooden accents everywhere.

“It’s really nice in here,” you said, looking over the large wooden bookcase behind his desk.

“Oh. Th-thank you,” he replied as he walked past you and behind his desk. He gave an awkward smile as he invited you to sit.

You walked up to the chair across from him, taking a seat. You took in a breath.

“So, what did you want to talk about, Dr. Reid?”

He scooted forward, looking away from you as he did.

He cleared his throat. “Uh, I wanted to talk about your grades. Your projects are incredibly well done, but assignments and tests are… Um…”

“Not great?” You offered as he searched for a kinder way to address the issue.

He half smiled. “Yeah.”

You stayed silent, waiting for him to speak again. He took a breath a moment later before continuing.

“Uh, I just want to know if there’s anything I can do to help you? You do so well when you’re studying on your own, but with class…” He shrugged, glancing away for a moment again. “If something I’m doing isn’t working for you, I’d just like to know how to help you.”

“It’s… It isn’t your teaching, I’ve honestly just been having difficulty paying attention.”

“Why’s that?” He asked with wide eyes.

You almost smiled, knowing exactly why it had been so difficult, but unsure if telling him would be the best route to take.

“It’s just personal things.”

There, that was an easy and nondescript answer.

“Oh,” he nodded briefly. “Do you want to talk about it? Is there anything I can do to accommodate you?”

“Uh, I don’t think so. Thank you, though, that’s really kind.”

He smiled, and you swore you noticed a little blush in his cheeks now.

“Any time. Are you sure you don’t need any extra help?”

You hesitated, remembering the quickly approaching test. Before you could give an answer, it felt like he read your thoughts.

“With the test coming up, I’d be happy to spend some time with you. Uh, to— to get you prepared for the test.”

“Actually, that would be really nice,” you nodded.

What’s the worst that could happen? You would get to spend more time around the man you’d been pining for, and you’d very likely get your grade back up in the class. It sounded like a win-win for you.

“Great. Okay, um, can you meet me here Friday? Around 4?”

“Of course. Yeah.”

“Wonderful,” he nodded again with a smile. “Thank you for coming here today, too.”

“Thank you for caring.”

There was that blush again, creeping onto his cheeks as you spoke to him. He cleared his throat, and seemingly his mind, before wishing you well and sending you off with the promise of Friday.

It was a quick day and a half before you were sitting in his class again Friday afternoon. You tried your hardest to take notes and pay attention, but it was harder than usual to do so when every once in a while he’d look at you with that cute, dopey smile on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back, and definitely couldn’t help the fact that it made your head run wild with thoughts of him.

However, by the time class was over, you did feel like you’d learned more than past sessions. You ended up walking to Dr. Reid’s office alongside him once again, following the same routine you’d done earlier in the week. You sat and so did he, making a little small talk all the while.

“How did you feel in class today?” He asked as he unpacked his things, setting them on his desk.

“A little better.”

“Still need me? Uh— My help?”

You smirked. “Yes, very much so. Thank you for doing this, by the way.”

“I know you’re smart, I just hate to see you struggle with class work like this.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “So, where do we start?”

You were able to learn a shocking amount in a few one-on-one sessions, and by the time the test day had come, you felt more than prepared. Dr. Reid had been so informative and kind, but so fun to be around at the same time. Everything about the time you’d spent with him you loved, and you decided that the absolute least you could do was buy him a coffee that morning.

You got your own latte, and picked out his favorite as well before class began. You got there probably too early, noticing he was not yet in the classroom when you’d arrived. Rather than waiting around you decided to head to his office. Luckily, when you knocked you heard him call out a reply, and you stepped into the room.

“Hey, good morning,” you greeted with a smile as you walked nearer to his desk.

“Good morning,” he smiled back, watching as you set the cup down on his desk. “You got this for me?”

“Yeah. I noticed you with this coffee a few days ago, and honestly it’s the least I could do after everything you’ve done for me.”

You stood on the opposite side of his desk, nursing your own cup. He took a sip, then looked back at you with a grin.

“You’re so sweet,” he said quietly.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. “Thanks.”

He watched you for a moment longer before looking away again. He fiddled with some of the papers on his desk.

“Uh, do you feel ready for the test today?”

You nodded, shifting on your feet. “Yeah, I do, actually.”

“Great!”

You only nodded again, unsure of what to say. He glanced at you, also quiet at that moment.

“Um, I’m gonna…” you trailed off, looking towards the door.

He stood abruptly. “Let me walk you down.”

“Okay,” you smiled, waiting and watching as he gathered his things again. “Do you have any fun plans for the weekend?”

He glanced up at you as he finished packing his bag.

“My team, my friend Derek, is trying to get me to go out but that’s not really…” he shrugged with a light chuckle.

You started out of the office together, and he closed and locked the door.

“Doesn’t really seem like your style,” you said back as he did so.

“Not really,” he laughed. “I do sometimes and it can be fun, but I much prefer staying home.”

“I don’t blame you.”

He nodded, walking alongside you towards the class.

“Uh, do you?”

“Have plans?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

You shrugged. “Don’t think so. Kind of wanted some takeout, but that’ll probably be the most I do.”

“Sounds fun,” he said with a small grin as you entered the classroom.

“Uh, well wish me luck, Doc,” you said with a brief nod as you got closer to the steps.

“You’re gonna do great. I know it,” he smiled.

You smiled back, turning to head for your seat. The test started not long after everyone else filed in, and much to your delight, it was a breeze. You finished before most of the class did, grabbing your things and heading down to turn it in.

“How’d it go?” he asked in a whispered tone, taking your paper.

“I think it went well. I hope,” you laughed quietly.

He grinned. “I’m going to start on grading right now, so we’ll see. I’m sure you did wonderfully.”

“Thank you,” you smirked, looking away. “Uh, I’ll see you next class?”

His brows raised. “Oh, uh, right. No studying today, huh?”

“Yeah. Now that the test is done with…” you trailed.

He nodded quickly. “Right. Um, well, if you ever need any more help with anything, my door is always open.”

“Thank you, Dr. Reid.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you.”

You smiled again, waving goodbye. He waved back, sitting at the front of the room to start on grading.

Getting home was a relief. You flopped down on your bed, ready to take a nap when your phone buzzed. You groaned, looking up to grab it and see what the fuss was about. You did perk up, however, when you noticed it was an email from Dr. Reid. You skimmed over it, jumping out of bed when you’d finished. He had finished grading your test, but told you he’d like to discuss it in person if you were still close by, and you certainly weren’t about to tell him you went back to your apartment.

You quickly threw some clothes back on, opting for a dress that would be easy to pull on. You rushed to the building his office was in, knocking on his door when you arrived. He called for you to come in, and you immediately went to take a seat.

“Hey, what’s up, Dr. Reid?” You asked, pulling off your coat and scarf, draping them over the back of your seat.

He smirked, pulling a piece of paper out of his stack and scooting it towards you.

“You didn’t cheat right?” He asked as he did so.

“No,” you chuckled, looking at the paper. Your eyes went wide. “Seriously?”

“You aced it,” he smiled.

“Oh my gosh. I owe you so much.”

“No, you don’t. I’m proud of you.”

You chuckled again. “You’re the reason I did well, there’s gotta be something I can do for you.”

He just looked at you, chewing at his lip. You raised a brow when he didn’t give a reply.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he said, just barely above a whisper.

You took in a breath. “Dr. Reid…”

He looked at you with those big, puppy dog eyes expectantly. You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“At risk of saying something completely inappropriate, can I tell you a secret?”

He leaned forward slightly, nodding.

“The reason I was struggling in class before your help was because I found you extremely distracting.”

He swallowed. “H-how so?”

You smiled a little. “Watching you in class, especially when you’d smile any time you looked at me… It got hard to pay attention sometimes.”

“Was I that obvious?” He asked, chuckling a little nervously.

“Not until this past week,” you admitted. “But I feel like I might not be the only one who‘a forming feelings.”

“I don’t think it’s right for me to say anything in that regard. I-I’m still your professor,” he said, tongue wetting his lips a little and providing yet another distraction.

“Only for a few more weeks.”

“Y/N…” He began, hardly trying to warn against your words.

“Doctor, I know…”

“It’s Spencer.”

You paused. “What?”

He smiled a little. “If you’re trying to tell me you have feelings for me, you can use my name. It’s Spencer.”

You grinned. “Okay, Spencer, I know it’s not currently the most appropriate thing to say, but you said it yourself. I’m trying to tell you I have feelings for you.”

He sighed, then scooted back in his chair a little. He motioned for you to go to him.

“Can you come over here? Please?”

You got up, silently obliging and standing in front of him as he got up from his seat. He silently took your hands in his own, eyes focused on his thumbs rubbing over the backs of them.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said quietly. “Really kind, considerate, hilarious. It’s not fair.”

“Why not?”

He looked at you, eyes locking. “You make me really want you.”

You stepped forward, leaving very little room for personal space.

“Then take me, Spencer.”

He whimpered quietly, and that sent a wave of arousal throughout your body. He licked his lips again, this time glancing at yours.

“C-can I?” He whispered.

You nodded quickly. “Please.”

He leaned forward, hands coming up to cradle your face as his lips smashed into yours. You groaned into his lips, and he scooped you up off of the ground by the backs of your thighs. You wrapped your legs around him as he backed you into his bookshelf, not caring about the few books that toppled down as he did. He nipped and sucked at your lips, tongue delving in hungrily. You kissed back with a matching intensity.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the first day I saw you,” you mumbled against his lips.

He groaned again before replying. “I’ve wanted you just as long.”

You kissed him again, this time only breaking away when you were having difficulty breathing. He slowly dropped you down on wobbly legs, still peppering kisses against your jaw and neck.

“Spencer,” you whimpered.

“What is it, princess?”

That caused a low moan. “Fuck.”

“You like that?” He smirked, looking at you.

You nodded. “Yes. But I’d like it more if I could get you out of some of these clothes.”

He took in a shuddering breath. “Okay. W-whatever you want.”

You smirked, slowly dropping down to your knees as your hands dragged down his chest and stomach, inching closer and closer to his belt buckle. You finally reached it, starting to undo the belt, zipper, and buttons. His breathing was coming in heavy, eyes hooded as he watched you slowly peel down his pants.

The tenting in his boxers was more significant than you’d imagined, and you couldn’t help but chew at your lip watching him.

“Kissing got you that excited, huh?”

“Kissing you, yes,” he said with a light chuckle.

You hummed, hooking your fingers into the band of his boxers, looking up at him.

“Can I?”

“Please. I want to feel you,” he said, nodded eagerly.

You smiled, tugging them down and appreciating when you finally saw him spring forward. You immediately went to wrap a hand around his length, slowly stroking him as you prepared yourself to take him in your mouth. You wet your lips, pressing a few soft kisses against him.

You heard him holding back a few little groans, happy to know you had that much of an effect on him. You finally got your lips around him, taking him in more and more with each bob of your head until he was hitting the back of your throat. At that point, he could no longer hold back every little noise he was making.

You pulled off of him, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“As much as I love hearing you, you need to be quieter. You don’t want someone walking in and seeing one of your students on her knees for you, right?”

He let out a heavy breath. “I’ll try. You feel so good on me, princess.”

You smiled, “Yeah? I can’t wait until I can feel you inside of me.”

“Please,” he groaned, pulling you up by your arms and crashing his lips to yours once again.

He turned you around, backing you up until he could get you sitting on his desk. He settled himself between your legs, hand slowly inching further and further up your thigh and under the skirt of your dress. Your hips rolled forward the closer he got to your center.

“Needy girl,” he mumbled, nipping at your neck and shoulder.

His fingers finally reached where you needed him most, just barely rubbing against the now-soaked cloth covering you. You tried pushing your hips forward, but every time you did he retreated as well. It took so much teasing on his part and whimpering on yours before he finally started pulling your panties down your legs.

When you’d finally helped him kick them off, his hand went straight for you, thumb harshly pressing against your little bundle of nerves without warning. You let out a strangled cry, trying to keep yourself quiet.

“Shit, Spence. I’ve been thinking about your hands forever,” you said, muffled by your face buried in his neck.

He guided you backwards until you were looking into his eyes again.

“How about this, princess?”

You realized too late that he was giving you a warning. Two of his fingers pushed inside of you, pumping and stroking at you with vigor. Your back arched into him involuntarily, and you couldn’t help all the little noises that escaped your mouth as he worked you over. He whispered little encouragements and praises in your ear over and over again as his fingers slid in and out of you quickly. It wasn’t long before you felt that familiar twinge in your body, legs beginning to shake with the intensity of your impending orgasm.

“Let it out for me, honey. I want to feel you come,” he groaned, not stopping his movements.

That was enough to push you over the edge, and you muffled your groans and whimpers in the crook of his shoulder and neck. Your whole body shook as you came down from it all, though he didn’t exactly give you much time before he was tugging your dress down your arms and over your chest to expose your breasts.

“Perfect,” he mumbled, free hand reaching up to gently knead at you as he lined himself up to your entrance. Then, he seemed to remember something, “Do we need protection?”

You shook your head. “I’m clean and on birth control.”

“I’m clean, too,” he nodded.

You swallowed, gently stroking your hand against his cheek, then reaching up to twist it in his hair.

“Fuck me, Spencer,” you said in a whisper.

He let out one last little whimper, beginning to push into you. You groaned out as he went deeper and deeper into you, hands bracing yourself against the desk as he fully sheathed himself inside. He pulled out before slamming back into you, both of you moaning in tandem, though you attempted to quiet yourselves.

“Spencer,” you moaned as he fucked into you, pace increasing with every stroke.

“I— Shit,” he grunted, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before he looked back at you. “I take it back.”

“What?” You questioned.

His pace increased slightly. “Call me Dr. Reid.”

You involuntarily clenched around him at that, and he quietly groaned again.

“Come inside me, Dr. Reid.”

He let out a heavy breath, fucking into you harder and faster. You were nearing your edge, and you could tell he was too.

“Say it again,” he mumbled.

“Dr. Reid,” you whimpered again.

A few more strokes and you were toppling over the edge again, coming hard around his length.

“Please, Dr. Reid,” you said again, urging him on as you got railed through your high.

He came with a grunt of your name, hips stuttering as he did so. You felt his warmth fill you, holding onto him tight. He kissed your neck as he slowly slid out of you, completely spent.

You still held him, and now his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close in a tight hug for a few minutes longer.

“You’re incredible,” he said quietly.

You chuckled. “So are you.”

He pulled away, a soft smile on his face.

“I hope you realize this doesn’t equate to extra credit.”

Now, you laughed fully. “I would have never assumed.”

“We should probably, uh…” he looked down at his mess coming out of you and dripping onto the table.

You glanced down. “That’s your fault.”

He smiled a little. “Yeah.”

You hopped off the desk, grabbing some tissues to wipe yourself off as well as you could as you stood up. You then grabbed some extra, wiping off the mess on the wood you’d left behind. When you finished, Spencer had his pants back on and was holding your panties in his hand.

“Gross,” you laughed, shaking your head as he tried handing them to you. “They’re soaked, I’m not putting those back on.”

He shrugged, tossing them in his garbage can. You did the same with the tissues, pulling your dress back up to cover yourself, making sure you were going to look presentable enough to anyone who may see you out afterwards.

“Is there anything you have to clean that better?” You questioned as he moved in closer to you.

He kissed you gently, lips lingering against yours as he grinned. One more little kiss before he replied.

“I’ll take care of it, hang on,” he said, opening a drawer and pulling out some disinfectant wipes. He quickly cleaned off the desk before turning back to you.

You smiled, nodding. “Thank you.”

“Thank you. You were… Incredible,” he smiled, holding your waist. He watched you for a moment before speaking again, “Could I take you out? On a date, when this semester is over?”

You nodded. “I’d love that.”

“Great.” He smiled brightly. “Maybe we should leave soon, though. It’s getting late.”

“We?” You questioned with a grin.

“We don’t have to leave together, I just—”

“I’d love to,” you jumped in. “Your place of mine?”

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The Cutest You

Summary: Adorable drunk Spencer being in love with his girlfriend (a/n: this is what I’d like for christmas) 

A fic where Spencer is drunk and constantly tells reader how much he loves her and other sweet little things and she’s like 😃😃😃okay buddy we need to go home😃😃😃 and he is so silly and in love. 

A fic where reader tells Spencer something like “I know we’re dating but I have a really big crush on you”

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Flufff)

Content Warning: spoilers for 11x11 | sexual reference | Alcohol consumption by reader and other characters

Word Count: 2.7k

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There were hundreds of different versions of Spencer Reid.

So many it kept Y/n on her toes. Each slightly different variation was the perfect mix of uncharted territory and unwavering adorableness.

The absolute best versions were the rare ones that remained hidden to most people. The Spencer Y/n saw when it was just the two of them like a hidden gemstone everyone else could only dream of glimpsing.

Drunk Spencer was in an entirely different ballpark.

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Spencer Reid NSFW Alphabet

Season 1 vs Season 15

Smut mentioned !! no minors allowed

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mm “winter is for hibernating. i’m going back to sleep” (can i req it with reid? cause i have an idea for hotch too lmao)

he always wakes up before their alarm, turning it off before it can wake her up and just staring at her as she slept. He ran his finger over her cheek tracing her bone structure and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she was too peaceful to wake up.

as the clock ticked on, he knew he'd have to wake her up soon if they wanted to make it to work on time. so he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "babe? it's time to wake up."

she groans, rolling away from him and digging her face into the pillow. "no," she whines. "i hate when you do this?"

she's said it before, waking up without the startled panic of her alarm didn't give her the same pep in the morning. she didn't have the same drive to throw the covers off and start the day when he woke her up so nicely.

"oh well," he presses more kisses to her shoulder and back, "come on it's almost 7:30."

"winter is for hibernating," she whispers. "i'm going back to sleep, you can go to work."

"do you want me to tell them you're sick?" he gives in easily, "you don't have to go in if you genuinely want a day off?"

she sighs and rolls back over to him, "you're too nice, i was just trying to bug you and see if you'd remind me that they don't actually sleep the whole hibernation."

he smirks, "i love you."

"i know," she smirks, "and i'm going to work, i'd miss you too much if i didn't."

"i know, you're obsessed with me," he teases, leaning in to kiss the sarcastic glare off her face. "let's go have a good day together, okay?"

"okay," she agrees. "and then more kisses and sleeping later."

"most definitely."

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Forevermore

Summary: Spencer comes home to the woman he loves from a long case and lets her be his safe place. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x (female) reader!

Warning: 16+ Fluff. NO SMUT.

Includes: Fluff, love, comfort, emotions, showering together, pregnancy mentions, post prison Reid

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: This is posted on my ao3 (reidmylips)! Hi guys! It’s been a while since I posted a Spencer fic hehe. I spend so much time with Hotch that it’s sometimes hard to drag myself away from him. I hope you guys like this one, it was very fun to write <3 AO3 LINK

The jet was quiet, the only sound being the hum of the engine as Spencer leaned back in his seat and took in the city lights beyond the window. It amazed him, even now, how nothing ever seemed to change at the BAU. People come and people go, but the plane ride home from a case never failed to be quiet reflection time for every member of the behavioral analysis unit. Spencer’s eyes glanced around the cabin, remembering faces lost – Hotch, frowning over budgetary reports and files. Derek, leaned back against his seat with those little black headphones playing whatever playlist Garcia had made for him that week. Kate Callahan, rubbing an absentminded hand over her pregnant belly. Alex Blake, narrowing her eyes as Spencer made a move in their millionth chess game of the ride home. Jason Gideon’s beady eyes scanning the crumpled-up photo of the family that he kept in his wallet for the thousandth time, his thumb running over every crinkle and crease. And you, wonderful, beautiful you.

You. Squinting as you stubbornly professed you didn’t need glasses while trying to read in the already impossible plane lighting. Laying your head on Spencer’s shoulder for the first time and falling asleep, biting your bottom lip when you woke and realized what you’d done. Playing a hundred games of Uno with JJ and Emily and losing every single one because you were terrible at card games and far too nice to play any attack cards. Squeezing Spencer’s hand tightly, secretly, after rough cases, just so he’d know you were there. As if he could ever not know you were there. Out of all the faces he missed on the jet, yours was the one that he missed the hardest. Which was silly, and stupid, but that’s what you’d done when you marched into the BAU so many years ago: turned Dr. Spencer Reid into a silly, stupid fool for you.

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Why You Love Him

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Summary: (Fluff) What the title says.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mention of reader painting their nails, mention of raising a child

[Please do not steal my work. Reblogs are appreciated. Happy reading!]

You love how before you go to bed, you guys always talk about your day. The good, the bad, everything in between. Sometimes you’ll have your head on his chest, other times he’ll have his head on your chest.

You love how many vinyls he has of old timey and jazz music. When you sense that he’s down, you’ll put one on the record player and you’ll slow dance together.

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can you write something with a touchstarved!spence with a reader always playing with his hair/hands and mutual pining? ty<3

blurb time bc i don’t like to sleep!

TW: hair touching, cuddling?, mutual pining, kissing

cute as shit watch ur toes!

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It’s an unspoken rule that Spencer gets to invite himself over to your apartment after work. The two of you have become good friends over the year, and he’s expressed his shameful loneliness multiple times to you— so you put an end to it by offering company 24/7.

Spencer was never irritating and never a bore. Synergy flowed freely between the two of you, never a moment of tension.

Spencer enjoys your company more than he should. He feels safe, warm, and welcomed when he’s with you. You’re nothing but kind and caring to him, a nice contrast from your semi-abrasive personality at work.

And as your friendship blossomed, you slowly let your guard down around him. Recently, you’d become comfortable enough to cuddle up to Spencer while watching TV, resting your head on his shoulder, threading your fingers into his hair, holding his hand.

He’d never expected you to be this... touchy. But here you are yet again, snuggled into Spencer’s side as Jeopardy plays on the TV. Your fingers massage at his scalp and twirl bundles of curls every so often. Spencer’s barely listening to the show; his eyes are closed, relishing in the feeling of your hand in his hair.

He’s starting to fall in love with you— hard. You’re so intelligent and beautiful and unique; how could he not? Spencer’s never had someone be this touchy with him; it’s relatively new. But he likes it a lot.

“You should be on a game show.” You laugh, looking up at him. “You’d get all the answers right.”

“I don’t know.” Spencer shrugs. “Isn’t having an eidetic memory an unfair advantage?”

“I mean... the best player wins, right?”

You stifle a yawn, and your eyes begin to flutter shut.

“Alright, sleepy-head.” He chuckles. “It’s time for you to go to bed.”

“I’m not even that tired.” You reply, another yawn getting caught in your throat.

“Lies.” Spencer chuckles, yanking you up from the couch by the hand. “You need to rest up.”

“Fine. But only because the doctor told me to.”

“You know it, doctor’s orders!”

Once Spencer opens to door to your bedroom, you’re crashing onto the mattress, burying yourself adorably underneath the blankets.

“Are you leaving?” You mumble.

He shrugs, hesitantly asking “Can I stay?”

“Of course you can.” You smile. “This is practically your home too.”

“O-okay, thank you.” And with that, Spencer’s pivoting to walk back to the living room.

“Where are you going?”

He stops and turns back around, “The couch...?”

“No, stay with me.” You order, patting the space on the bed next to you.

Spencer doesn’t really have the opportunity to protest before he’s crawling next to you. You point out how his feet don’t fit under the blanket, so you offer to cuddle him extra to keep him warm.

“You always smell nice.” You sigh. “I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable, Spencer.”

“You’re not. Don’t worry.” He replies, rubbing your back lightly. “No one’s ever been this nice to me before.”

“That’s awful, considering you’re the nicest person I know.”

“T-thank you.”

You brush the curls away from his forehead with your palm, placing a gentle kiss on his skin. You’re lips make his face tingle, leaving goosebumps all over his body.

“Goodnight Spencer, I love you.”

Just before you’re about turn away, Spencer pulls you in by the neck, his lifts softly capturing yours in a proper kiss. You gasp at first, but eventually sigh with content.

A flush covers his face when he pulls away, “I’m sorry... I uh don’t know why I—“

You silence him by kissing his lips again, stroking his face lovingly. “Shhh... Goodnight, Spence. We can talk about this in the morning.”

“Okay, yeah, in the morning.” He hums as you stroke the hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you too, you know.”

“I know.” You smile.

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let Spencer cum inside of you so he can clean his mess with his tongue 😈🥵

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Rating: Mature (Smut 18+, MINORS DNI)

Warnings: very light dom/sub undertones (sub!Spencer, softdom!Reader), praise kink, light verbal degradation, mommy kink, vaginal fingering, riding, unprotected sex, creampie

Words: 3k

A.N.; This is pure filth. I needed it. S2 Spencer does things to me, it’s absurd.

A big thank you to my darling @softreidx for editing this little piece and giving me the funniest feedbacks ever (now I know your kinks, you should be scared hehe).

“Dammit, Y/N, give me a second. – Spencer mumbles, his back slamming against the door as soon as he turns around – Are you that excited to see me?”

Y/N doesn’t let him talk, her mouth immediately crashing against his in a kiss that seems to never end. He doesn’t complain, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her body even closer to his, not wanting to let her go any sooner. The soft skin under his fingertips is warm, perfectly in contrast with his cold skin because of the weather outside.

He knows he’ll warm up soon.

Spencer has been away from home for over eleven days to work on a case that seemed to never end to him and the rest of his team. Y/N has missed him more than she can ever describe, so now she’s not going to waste any time; she wants him and she wants him now, before she loses her mind.

“You have no idea, baby. I’ve missed you so much. – Y/N says, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt – Now you’re all mine.”

Spencer hums against her lips, bringing his hands up behind her neck. “I’m always yours, doll. You know it.”

Doll.

Not wasting any time, Y/N runs back inside their bedroom with Spencer following her and unbuttoning his shirt at the same time. She giggles loudly, not sure how she’s keeping self-control at the moment – she would’ve loved to push Spencer down on the floor and take him right there, but she’s convinced her neighbours wouldn’t appreciate the gesture.

They can be pretty loud in bed and Y/N doesn’t want anybody to hear Spencer’s pretty moans, they’re too precious.

Spencer can’t keep his eyes off her for a split second, just taking in all of her beauty that leaves him completely speechless. Y/N looks like an angel right now, laying down on the bed with her body completely exposed to him and her nipples hardening at the temperature of the room.

Eleven days without her were fucking hellish.

Y/N jumps over the bed, throwing her shirt on the floor along with her panties. She’s so eager to have him on top of her, of feeling his hands exploring every inch of her body with love and devotion.

She had tried to have fun with herself for the last five days, but nothing was satisfying her. All she could think about were those deliciously long and slender fingers, that perfect tongue touching every spot she loved the most.

She felt incredibly pathetic, writhing and panting over her bed and day-dreaming about her boyfriend doing the filthiest stuff to her. Now he’s here, though, and he’s going to make up for all the time they’ve lost while he was away.

“The glasses stay on during sex.”

Spencer cocks an eyebrow, taking off his blue cardigan and his white shirt underneath. “Ah, so you admit that my glasses turn you on.”

“You turn me on, Doctor Reid. – she says with a smirk, spreading her legs and exposing her glistening core to him – Come over here.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, shimming out of his pants before jumping over the bed and settling between her legs. He runs a hand all over her thigh, his mouth immediately dipping down to meet hers in a hungry kiss.

A kiss he melts into, allowing the gentleness of the moment to vanish as soon as she moans and pants over his lips. She runs her fingers through his hair before tugging harshly on it, just enough to make him whine in painful pleasure.

Yes, he has missed Y/N more than anything in the world.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you today. – whimpers Y/N, the tip of his index brushing over her clit before pressing down on it – Fuck, baby. I’ve missed your fingers.”

Spencer lowers his face, tracing her neck with open mouth kisses. He knows this is her favourite spot and he knows that touching her like this is going to push her over the edge rather quickly, so he gently pushes his index deep inside of her.

Her wetness coats his fingers as Y/N arches her back, moaning with her eyes closed.

“They’re all yours.”

Y/N chuckles, moving her hips to the rhythm of his finger. “Yes, they are. You’re all mine too.”

Spencer nods in agreement, licking the soft skin of her throat. “Always and forever.”

Curling his index inside of her, Spencer uses his thumb to draw circles over her clit. She gasps, her mouth opening as she can feel the pleasure tingling between her legs.

He feels her right hand gripping his bicep, her nails digging into his soft skin as she tries her best to keep her thighs spread open for him. More moans erupt from her throats, echoing through the room and adding to the temperature rising within his body.

Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are closed, her throat completely exposed to his mercy.

Spencer dips his head down, leaving more kisses all over her throat before nibbling at her skin. Y/N slides her hand down his arm, gripping his forearm before rolling her hips against his hand as if to ask for more. And Spencer silently obeys, pushing a second finger inside of her to stretch her out.

“That feels so fucking good, baby. Don’t stop.”

He’s not planning to.

The wet sound of his fingers pushing in and out of her at a quick, but steady pace is enough to arouse him, while he admires the way her whole body reacts to his touch. He has always loved the power he has over her and even though she hates admitting it, he can clearly see it.

Especially now.

Her thighs are quivering around his hand, his fingers still curling inside of her as he massages her clit just enough to push her over the edge. Y/N grips the bed sheets and his name rolls off her tongue in a sweet melody, Spencer biting her throat to alleviate the pain of still not being able to come.

She hasn’t given him permission to do so.

When her orgasm wears off and she comes back down from her high, Y/N runs her fingers through Spencer’s hair.

“Are you planning on fucking me any time soon or do I have to fuck myself with a toy?”

Spencer furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head. “No toys allowed when I’m here.”

Y/N chuckles at his words, rolling over his body as she straddles his thighs. She places both her hands on each side of Spencer’s face and dips down, kissing his lips before travelling down with her lips.

He doesn’t like her using sex toys when he’s at home because he’s her toy. That’s why he said that.

But it wouldn’t be the first time Spencer begs her to fuck her with his cock and a sex toy as well, just to see how good she is at taking both him and something else inside of her. Y/N loved when Spencer asked her that and she was tempted to drop the bomb as well right now, but she has missed his body too much.

She wants to focus on him today.

“I’m your toy. – whispers Spencer, pressing a soft kiss over her lips – Can I fuck you, please?”

Y/N runs her hands down his chest, feeling his cock pressing against her thighs. He’s really hard and he seems pretty impatient, which is why Y/N decides to tease him a little – just enough to send him close to the edge without actually pushing him off it.

She’s eager to ride him as well.

Y/N grinds against his cock, his chest rising up and down quickly.

“Please, have some mercy on me, doll. – whispers Spencer, his hands landing over her hips – I’m begging you.”

Y/N leans forward, her hands caressing his cheeks as she kisses him with lust and passion. Spencer wraps his arms around her waist and pushes her down to his body, as she keeps rolling her hips and her wet core against his cock.

He can feel the pleasure rapidly building within his stomach, his heart beating louder in his chest. He grips her waist and moans softly over her mouth, glancing up at her with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Y/N brushes her thumbs right over his cheekbones, noticing his glasses with steam over them. She lets out a soft laugh, slowly pulling his glasses away so he’s able to admire her on top of him, in all her glory.

“Much better. You look so cute right now, baby. – whispers the young woman, licking his bottom lip – And you’re so hard, aren’t you?”

Spencer hisses when her right hand wraps around his cock, slowly stroking it as pre-cum leaks down his length. He manages to nod at her question, knowing how much she dislikes it when he doesn’t answer.

“Yes. Please, just ride me. – he whimpers, his voice needy and filled with not-so-subtle desire – Please, mommy, please.”

Y/N smirks at his words, the pet name bringing heat up to her cheeks. She decides he has had enough and he doesn’t deserve to be teased any longer, so she lifts her hips just enough to allow his cock to brush against her wet entrance.

“Alright, baby. – Y/N mutters with a smile, using her free hand to stabilize herself on top of him – Here you go.”

Sitting on his cock inch by inch, Y/N feels her walls stretching gently to allow him to slip deep inside of her. Her wetness is coating all of him, her walls hot and warm around him as he feels himself lose his mind over how good she feels. His eyes roll in the back of his head and his fingers dig into her skin, leaving red prints over her waist.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Y/N can’t help, but giggle at his reaction, her walls tightening around his cock as she finally manages to sit fully on it. Her hands are now pressed over his chest, her fingers brushing over the soft skin of his torso as she leans down to give him a peck on the lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it baby?”

“Yes, mommy. – he chokes out, gripping her thighs – I wish I could stay here for hours.”

Y/N hums at his sentence. “I’d love that, but later. Now you need to come for mommy, baby, okay? Do you think you can do it?”

Spencer opens his eyes, nodding eagerly. “Yes, yes. Please, ride me.”

Giving in to the pleasure, Y/N rolls her hips. “And I thought I was the needy one here.”

He grips her thighs to steady himself, biting his bottom lip. “You are.”

Y/N places both her hands on his chest, not moving an inch. She stares at him, admiring the way he’s squirming because of the pleasure running through his body. She knows he’s silently begging her to move by pressing his fingers into her skin, but she doesn’t move yet; she wants to drive him crazy.

She caresses his chest with her hands, twisting his nipples between her fingers. A soft moan leaves his lips as he closes his eyes, completely helpless under her touch.

“Please, Y/N.”

She grabs his chin with her hands. “Excuse me?”

He whines when she clenches around him, throwing his head back. “Mommy, please. You’re right, I’m needy too. Now please, just ride me. It’s been too long.”

That’s exactly what she wanted to hear.

Without hesitation, Y/N starts to move her hips against his waist. His cock slips deeper inside of her, her knees pressing against the mattress as a chorus of little moans and pleas echoes through the room.

His face is twisted in pleasure, his cheeks flushed.

Spencer manages to keep his eyes open, his hands travelling back to her breasts. He squeezes them in his palms, Y/N panting at the gesture as she bounces up and down with her head thrown back.

“You look so beautiful, mommy.”

Y/N chuckles, her laughs soon vanishing into a moan. “You’d say anything to make me go faster, it’s adorable.”

Spencer shakes his head, his fingers playing with her nipples – the gesture elicits a moan out of her again, Y/N finally looking down at him to meet his gaze.

“You are beautiful.”

Y/N leans down, pressing her lips over his. “Especially when I’m on top of you.”

He nods, his lips not leaving hers while his hands drop on her hips again. “Yes.”

Without any other words, Y/N begins to ride him very slowly. No matter how many pleas and curses roll off his tongue, she doesn’t give in though the pleasure is getting almost unbearable.

She wants to feel him, she wants him to know that she owns him.

Spencer gasps when she grinds her hips, his arms wrapping around her waist as he starts to buck his hips up to meet her moves.

“You feel so good, fuck.”

Y/N can’t even form a coherent sentence, the tension in her body getting tighter and tighter as a tingling feeling starts to rush through her lower abdomen. She knows she’s close and the little smirk on his face tells her he understood that as well.

There are drops of sweat forming on his forehead, his eyes completely focused on her face also twisted in pleasure. When Y/N looks at him and her movements become uneven, the tension finally snaps and the pleasure consumes her.

“Oh baby, fuck!”

Her voice is nothing, but a whisper, her breathy moans echoing through the walls of the room – and that seems to do the trick for her boyfriend, because he bucks his hip up, hard and fast, to prolong her pleasure and help her ride her orgasm.

Spencer lifts his body up so that his face is buried between her breasts, biting the soft skin in the valley of her curves before attaching his lips to her right nipple. His tongue swirls around it before he pulls away, his orgasm booms through his body.

“Y/N, holy fuck.”

He collapses back on the bed, filling her up with his warmth as his fingers dig even deeper into her skin. She’ll probably have her body covered in handprints and scratches, but she doesn’t care, the pleasure is too blinding at the moment.

And when it finally starts to fade, Y/N collapses as well onto his body.

“You fucking whore. Did you just come inside of me?”

Spencer struggles to open his eyes, humming. “Maybe.”

“Did I say you could do that? – asks Y/N, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look back at her – Because I certainly did not.”

Don’t get her wrong, she loves when he comes inside of her and marks her as his, but today she’s in the mood for playing – and this is a great way to play some more.

“I’m sorry, mommy. – whispers Spencer, his hands shaking as they travel back up to touch her breasts – I’m so sorry.”

Y/N rolls off his body, laying down on the bed. “Then clean me up, whore.”

When he realises what she has just asked, his brain goes blank. He finds himself immediately settling between her legs, his come dripping out of hers along with her juices – and the sight alone makes him go completely nuts.

His mouth soon attaches to her clit, her hands finding their way into his hair.

“Good boy. – she hums, oversensitive from the previous orgasm – Clean up your mess.”

Tasting his own come right between your legs, Spencer slides his right hand down his body and grips his cock already hardening. He doesn’t know how this is turning him on but it is. Knowing that he filled you up this way and marked you as his, sends him over the edge.

“There it is, my sweet boy. – Y/N chokes out, biting her bottom lip – Do you think you can make me come again, baby?”

Spencer doesn’t answer her with words, instead he dives his tongue right inside of her. She has never asked him to clean her up this way so this is definitely a first, but in full honesty, he can’t wait to do it again.

His fingers skim over her clit, his thumb slowly massaging it as he makes sure she’s enjoying herself. Spencer glances up at Y/N, her head thrown back and her back arching because of the pleasure getting more and more intense.

He loves giving you pleasure.

The salty taste of his come mixed with her juices inebriates him, his eyes closing as he works harder and faster to bring you close to the edge. Until she topples over it, finding herself gripping the bed sheets and moaning his name out loud.

The third orgasm hits her body like a thunder, her fingers twisting his soft hair before tugging it and pushing his face between her legs. Y/N moans and cries out his name over and over again, riding out her orgasm until she goes completely limp.

Once Spencer has cleaned up his own mess, her wetness coating his chin, he gets back up and towers over her.

Y/N grabs him by the face, her lips crashing over his. She can taste herself on his lips and it’s kind of hot, knowing that he cleaned his own come off her and made her come right there, all over his mouth and his tongue.

It’s fucking hot. And filthy, and messy.

“The best boy I could’ve ever asked for.”

Spencer smiles over her mouth, grabbing his cock before pushing it back inside of her. Y/N whines at the sensation, her legs closing around his waist as she grips his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh.

“We’re not done yet, mommy.”

Panting over his lips, she nods. “Show me what you’re capable of.”

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Domesticity (S.R.)

Request: Spencer/Fem!Reader. Reader is watching Spencer with kiddos and gets baby fever (JJ jokes "i know that look"). When they get home Spencer is like "you are not subtle, you know that?" & smut ensues (with a dash of fluff).

A/N: Literally just Spencer and his wife being so in love it's cavity inducing. That's the whole fic. Bon appetit. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Breeding kink, established relationship (married), unprotected sex, pregnancy Word Count: 3k

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When people think of my husband, a few distinct scenarios come to mind.

There was the fastidious, frantic man pacing through libraries with a book in hand and many more at his feet. The one that smelled like sickly sweetened coffee and whose hair frayed in fifty different directions. It was that Spencer — the SSA Dr. Spencer Reid — that people thought was the truest expression of himself.

But anyone who thought that was wrong. Unlucky, too. Because there was nothing more beautiful or more wholly him than the Spencer that I saw surrounded by kids in JJ’s living room. With his face shifting between dozens of exaggerated expressions and his lips always spilling with laughter or something close enough. His hair was still a mess, but this time it was from the stickiness of candy still clung to the children’s hands.

Uncle Spencer was, by far, the happiest version of him I’d ever seen. His happiness only increased with each new child. As the BAU playdates grew, so would his smile until it was practically stuck stretched across his cheeks.

That wasn’t to say that he was unhappy when there weren’t kids around. The two of us had happily enjoyed our first two years of marriage. We never ran out of ways to spend the long nights or weekends together. We were happy as could be, just the two of us.

But there was no denying that feeling that had been slowly growing below my belly button. That tickling warmth and glow each time I imagined a future where the sight in front of me was not only ever-present, but also shared with a child of our own.

“I know that look.”

“Hm? What?” I jumped, shaken from my fantasizing by JJ’s subtle giggle that I quickly shared. “Sorry, my mind is sort of… somewhere else.”

With that simple, vague explanation, the mother at my side reached several astute conclusions very quickly. We both turned to the sounds of shrieking kids currently yanking and tossing the never-ending rainbow scarf from my husband’s hands.

“Have you two talked about it?” she asked when she finally turned back to me.

Heat rushed to my face that I tried and failed to hide from the eyes of one of the BAU’s most observant veterans. After a few moments, I’d also failed to come up with any believable white lie or twisted version of the truth.

Instead, I answered honestly and with a sheepish tone, “Um... I’m not sure if I’m supposed to say if he hasn’t told you already.”

“Good answer,” she assured me with a subtle thumbs up.

But no matter how small the gesture was, it didn’t go unnoticed. Fate had made sure that the second she’d done it would be the same moment Spencer glanced up at us.

It wasn’t long — just long enough for me to notice him. My body immediately shook at the sensation of his eyes burning into me with an ungodly lust. Every hair stood on edge, and I only barely was able to tear myself away from him long enough to respond to JJ, who spoke again with an unavoidable fondness for the sight before us.

“He’s gonna be a great dad,” she said softly.

“Yeah,” I sighed happily, “He is.”

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If I were to ask someone to describe Spencer’s general tone, I knew exactly what would come to their mind. That excitable, almost naive joy spilling from a clumsy tongue that couldn’t move quick enough. It was the words cut in half by weary vocal cords, the sudden break in his pitch when he hadn’t taken a breath in nearly a minute.

And again, although I knew that part of my husband well, it was so remarkably different than the Spencer I knew him to be behind closed doors.

That day was no exception. If anything, his voice had dropped even lower from the exhaustion. There was no screeching, no stumbling over his words. Each one was drawled slowly but with a careful precision to match his hands slowly snaking around my waist.

“You and JJ seemed to be having a nice conversation,” he whispered into my ear just to feel me shiver from the heat.

“We usually do,” I hummed back as nonchalantly as I could. I tried to ignore the way his hands started to roam my body with purpose. I said nothing when his hand found the hem of my dress and began hiking it up. Instead, I stayed dutifully on the topic he’d chosen and pretended like his touch wasn’t burning me alive with desire.

“She’s easy to talk to,” I barely choked out.

“Care to tell me what you two were discussing?” he replied without skipping a beat.

“A little bit of you,” I answered, only for my voice to be cut off by the sharp sound of my underwear tearing and snapping against my hip.

Unfazed, Spencer pressed me to continue, “Is that right?”

His hands were still busy, now carefully undoing each button on the front of my dress and slowly revealing the heated skin of my chest.

Before I forgot, I nodded to confirm his suspicion. That implicit beg behind his stare earlier, and my immediate, elated submission the second we’d walked into our room.

Even when the last button was undone, he paused before he exposed the rest of me. Instead of letting the garment drop from my shoulders just like that, Spencer spun me around on my heels and pulled my chest against his.

Once again, I felt the scorching weight of his gaze. I threw myself into hazel honeycomb and gorged myself on the sweetness. I tried to taste him, too, but he tilted his head to dare me to finish the painfully incomplete answer.

“Anything else?”

I giggled at my own ingenuity, not bothered at all by the fact he’d anticipated my joke before I’d even finished it.

“Maybe a little bit of me, too,” I mumbled against his lips.

Spencer didn’t bother wasting the opportunity. He pulled me impossibly closer just before he tugged the dress off my shoulders. As it crumpled at our feet, he tangled us in the mess of fabric until I toppled back onto the bed.

We were both filled with an elated laughter that sounded so much sweeter when it echoed back to us. As he started to remove his own clothes, I managed to remove the last remaining piece of my own with a similar haste.

We didn’t want to be apart for one second longer, so we weren’t. As he climbed atop me, he seemed to revel in the way my body was already squirming. Every limb was seeking him out and wrapping around to pull him closer. But it wasn’t until my hips unceremoniously bucked at his touch that he couldn’t hold back his teasing any longer.

“You are not subtle, you know that?”

But for as wicked as his smirk was, we both knew that I wasn’t the only one who wore their heart on their sleeves. I could feel the lust when his lips crashed against mine, that longing to be one as his tongue met mine in the middle. We stayed connected for as long as we could before we were forced apart.

Just a little gasp, a sharp inhale as lithe fingers drifted up my inner thigh. That little noise quickly shifted when his nails dug into the pillowy flesh and forced my legs to part further. Then he filled that emptiness with lithe fingers slipping between slick, scorching folds.

“Tell me what you want,” he begged.

“Please, fuck me,” I answered. My heart was racing and my lungs could hardly keep up. The world around me was rocking and my husband was both the reason for my undoing and the only thing keeping me sane.

It was impossible to know how long it had been, but I knew I never wanted it to end. His fingers gently massaged tense muscles, coaxing sweet sounds from my chest and coating his fingers in the sticky nectar smeared between my thighs.

He was too happy to watch me come apart. Too pleased to watch how he could unravel me with something so simple. So I reached for him, too, gripping his erection and gently working my fingers over the heated skin.

“Please,” I whispered again, “I want you to fuck me.”

But I had been so distracted by my own euphoria that I hadn’t seen the way the frustration had grown over his brow. In my rush towards the finish line, I hadn’t noticed the remarkable self-restraint in loving eyes.

Our hands stayed where they were, but everything grew gentler when he rested his forehead against mine. In that soft space filled with small whimpers and heavy breath, Spencer found the strength to speak the truth he’d been holding back.

“I want to do it,” he pleaded, pausing to bite his bottom lip lest the rest spill out. Then, still working up the courage he repeated louder, “I want to…”

Again, my body knew him better. Goosebumps rippled, reaching for him in the darkness and only relenting when he pressed his cock against my thigh.

That time it was me who whispered, “Tell me what you want.”

That was all it took. That one small, implicit beg broke his resolve and left him practically sobbing with need.

“I want to get you pregnant,” he admitted. His throat shook with the power with which he’d said it, and he only grew hoarser as he clarified, “Right now.”

I’d needed no convincing.

“Do it,” I returned with just as much urgency, with just as much force behind the words. Even when he pulled away and rooted his hand in my hair, I never once stopped begging with everything I had.

“I want you to do it,” I repeated between whimpers when his fingers slipped out of me to make room for something better. His hand joined mine, wrapping around it as we both guided him to my entrance.

I let go because I had to. My hands dug into his shoulder, trying to brace myself for the sensation I knew would follow. But once again, my husband took pleasure in watching how I writhed.

He pulled my leg up around his hip to still the rhythmic rolling of my hips, but it hardly stopped me. The energy reverted to praise that spilled from my lips in the form of moans when he finally started to fill me inch by inch.

I closed my eyes for just a moment, savoring the feeling of filling the space between my legs. I clung to my husband, burying my face into the crook of his neck and shivering when the feeling made him chuckle. He continued to share those simple pleasures of silence by peppering the top of my head with kisses.

He’d continued until innocence wasn’t enough. With his hand in my hair, he pulled me back to flash another wicked smile.

“You’re practically dripping, sweetheart,” he teased. He’d punctuated the taunt with a rough thrust into me that forced the words out from my throat.

“Please. I need it.” My voice shook, my nails digging into the skin on the back of his neck as my fingers raked through his hair. Our hooded gazes met, each carrying with it a visceral animalistic instinct that was suffocating.

“Say it,” he ordered as he drew back his hips at a tortuously slow pace. “Tell me what you want.”

“Make me a mother,” I cried with a desperation so potent it bled into a moan.

Spencer’s whole body tensed as he slammed into me in one brutal stroke. My body shook against his, but he didn’t slow down. He only became harder and more insistent in his movements. He was dedicated to hearing the harmony of our voices as we tried to call each other's names. So focused on the sound of our bodies meeting over and over again.

Spencer reached up and grabbed hold of the headboard, propping himself up further so he could watch as he disappeared inside of me. Slowly moving in and out, he let out a deep, rolling groan when he watched my body rock in tandem with his movements.

“You were made for this,” he reminded breathlessly. Then, he shifted his attention back to my face. He looked into watery eyes and plumped lips before he thrust into me again. It was then, buried between trembling thighs that he said through a smile, “You were made for me.”

His free hand reached for mine. We found each other like we always did. But he didn’t just hold me; he guided my hand to my stomach that moved with each thrust. He pressed hard against the surface, basking in the knowledge that he was the one who was given refuge in my body. That he could share and occupy that space with me.

Then, with a sillier, more joyful smile, he reminded himself of the reality — the possibility that soon there could be a more permanent representation of our souls coming back together again.

“God, I can’t fucking wait to see you carrying my child,” he ground out. His hips picked up their pace, and so did his words. His voice growing into that frantic, trembling excitement as the love took over. “Everyone will know how well I treat you. How spoiled you are.”

I giggled back, but otherwise stayed silent. I wanted to hear each syllable uttered, unbroken and filled with confidence. I held his hand tighter, pressed harder against my stomach while tilting my hips forward until I heard him gasp.

“I’ll give you both the world,” he whispered, still speaking quickly but barely able to hold himself up. “I swear, I’ll take care of you forever.”

To prove his point, his body collapsed the second I’d even suggested he hold me. His lips joined mine while his forearms caged me in and he held me closer than ever before. Until our bodies could barely move apart from each other and resorted to grinding against one another, instead.

“I’ll do anything for you,” he mumbled against my lips.

I believed him. That was precisely why I issued the one demand I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Give me a baby, Spencer.”

We sealed the deal with a kiss, gentle at first but quickly growing hungry. Our mouths and chins coated with enthusiasm and moans still slipping between bruised lips. My nails drew angry red welts across his back, and he returned the fervor with rough thrusts that left me crying out in the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever come back from this,” he gasped when he felt my body begging him to do what came natural to us both.

“Now that I know what it feels like…” he continued, his words slurring as he let himself be positively drunk on me. He dropped more of his weight on me, savoring the feel and friction that made the tension between my legs almost unbearable. “Now that I know how badly you want it.”

“Please, Spencer,” I whispered. I could barely breathe, barely see through the haze of our combined lust, but when he kissed me, I’d never failed to kiss him back.

Especially not then, when our lips met just before his thrusts became brutal and disjointed. He fucked me deeper and harder until there was nothing left untouched.

“You want me to make you a mother?” he dared one last time.

“Yes, please, God!” I cried, repeating the plea over and over until my voice gave away with the last of his self-restraint.

“Good.”

With one more thrust, he bottomed out inside of me and refused to stop even when there was nowhere left.

“Take it all for me, sweetheart. You’re doing so good,” he reassured me with the little air he still possessed.

As he filled me with a blistering warmth, the bruising force bled through to his mouth. He kissed me hard enough that I saw stars, biting down on my lip just enough to taste the bittersweet iron.

We couldn’t call out to each other from the heights of euphoria, but we hadn’t needed to. Our bodies would always meet in the middle. Our souls intertwined in that impossible cosmic space that only contained the two of us.

For now, I reminded myself with a smile.

“I love you,” were the first words I’d said when I regained my speech.

“I love you,” he overlapped. He was unsatisfied by how tired his voice sounded, though, so he tried again. “I love you so, so much. More than should ever be possible, I love you.”

And just as we’d begun, we descended into sickly saccharine kisses broken with hopelessly happy laughter. We somehow managed to find peace in the sweaty mess of desire coated skin.

Spencer stared at me, brushing hair away from my face and memorizing the way I looked in that moment so he might never forget it again. Despite being certain that I was in a state of pure disarray, I felt nothing negative in his scrutiny. Only love.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praised in sync with my thoughts. “I am so lucky that you love me.”

“You say that now, but just you wait…” I teased with narrowed eyes and his contagious smile spreading over my cheeks. “If our child takes after me, you might regret it.”

“Never,” he promised me with a voice both broken and confident, soaked in the unparalleled affection we shared in every conceivable way, “I am ready.”

“Me too,” I answered, the love in my voice mirroring his.

There were many versions of my husband that people thought about when they thought of him, but I knew then that the version of him I saw in that moment, brimming with pride and overflowing with love, was the one that I would treasure forever.

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[lovelyspencerreid]

Bridge the Gap

Summary: After dinner turns into talk about children, reader starts to panic that their older boyfriend Spencer will not want to wait for them to be ready. He reassures them that this couldn’t be further from the truth.

A/N: I think I’m going to do an unofficial prequel to this about how Spencer and reader met! Thanks so much to the anon that requested this :) please let me know what you think!

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The clink of cutlery was barely audible over the chatter of conversation. The dinner itself had been delicious, you had been reliably informed that Savannah had certainly not made it, and the wine had been perfectly paired. Meeting Spencer’s best friend had felt like such a big, scary step but Morgan had made you feel so welcome it was hard to see why you had been so nervous.

As the plates had emptied, Spencer so kindly offered to help Savannah with the dishes and incidentally left you fend for yourself with his best friend. His hand squeezed your shoulder as he passed behind you, encouraging eyes warm as he left you in your seat. Suddenly awkward, despite the amicable air, you smiled down at your hands instead of trying to make conversation. The age gap between you and the rest of the group was not striking but it was at least noticeable and you were terrified of saying something that could label you as childish.

Luckily, Morgan was social enough for the both of you. “So, how’d you meet pretty boy?”

Smiling at the memory, you took a sip of your merlot before responding with a wistful smile. “Well, I’m one of the IT techs at the university-“ you cut yourself off as he immediately began to laugh.

When he recovered himself, he asked with a smirk and a raised brow. “Let me guess… you got called to help Dr Technophobe with his email?”

You laughed noisily as you nodded, although you managed to add the detail; “the first time it was his printer actually.”

“The first time,” he repeated, eyebrows raised, “how many times are we talking?”

Eyes darting to the kitchen door as Spencer reappeared, you responded quietly as though your boyfriend wouldn’t hear. “The first week I think I saw him eight or nine times.”

Immediately catching onto the conversation, he sighed and corrected you despite Morgan’s laughter drowning him out. “Actually it was ten times.” In an attempt to defend himself against Morgan’s lighthearted ridicule, he continued, “and the last time I didn’t even need your help I just wanted to see you.”

“You didn’t need my help?” You asked dubiously, “when the photocopier was making that emergency alert noise?” Morgan’s laughter doubled.

Spencer’s voice raised in pitch as he defended himself, “that was the ninth time and that definitely wasn’t my fault.”

“I didn’t even know copiers could make that noise, Spencer, it must have been your fault.”

Waving a hand in the air, he dismissed that statement and you rolled your eyes with a giggle. “Anyway,” he stressed, “the tenth time there was nothing actually wrong - I told you I was struggling with my email but really I just wanted to ask you for coffee.”

Your cheeks took on a red glow as you remembered that day, “oh yeah.”

Morgan seemed entirely amused and proud all at once. “Didn’t know you had it in you, Dr Reid.”

In response, Spencer merely shoved his hands in his pockets with a shrug but sent an almost shy smile your way.

This jovial atmosphere remained throughout dessert, the house never falling silent due to the laughter bouncing off the walls. You were surprisingly at ease. To begin with, concern had flooded you that you would have nothing to say and would come across as just some naive girl making doe eyes at an older man. But Spencer had silently reassured you throughout, encouraged you to join in the conversation, and made you feel like you belonged there.

You felt fantastic, entirely relieved, the night had gone smoothly with no hiccups. Well, until the pair of you were at the door saying your goodbyes at least.

The baby monitor crackled suddenly into action, a whining cry sounding through the static making you jump. Morgan and Savannah shared a tired yet humoured look. “Your turn,” Morgan told her, dipping his head closer to her with a smirk.

Savannah, with a huffing laugh, rolled her eyes with a “yeah, yeah.” Turning to you and Spencer, she gave you with a smile and a warm “thanks so much for coming! It’s nice to have some adult company once in a while.”

You thanked her but you doubt she heard you over Morgan’s dramatic scoff. “Woman, I’m an adult.” He pointed at his chest as though to specify who he was talking about.

She gave him a long look, a pout pulling at her expression before she broke into a laugh. “Sure you are, Derek.” A last smile to you and Spencer, and she rushed off to allay the now screaming child.

You winced as a particularly high pitched cry squeaked through the monitor. “Better get used to that sound,” Morgan told you off-handedly as he held the door open, “that’s gonna be you two next.” He laughed as though you should laugh alongside him, and so - for the sake of politeness - you did. It was more a squeak than a laugh as the sound caught in your throat as you processed what he had said.

You were terrified to look up at your boyfriend’s reaction. What if he were jovially agreeing with his friend’s words, what if a spark of excitement had lit up his gaze?

Of course you already knew that Spencer wanted kids, you had been together long enough to have delved into that particular discussion. You had assured him that you wanted them too and so, realising you were in agreement, the pair of you hadn’t spoken on it any further. You realised now, all of a sudden in Derek Morgan’s doorway of all places, that you had never thought to discuss a timeline with Spencer.

He was older than you, in an entirely different phase of his life, surely he would want them sooner rather than later.

Finally, the pair of you escaped the house. Waving a goodbye to Morgan, you rushed to the car and fumbled with the keys as you tried to open the door. The keys jangled musically before thudding dully to the pavement.

A light touch on your arm stilled your jerking motion to pick them up. “I got it,” Spencer told you, already half crouched to collect the keys. “I can drive?” He offered lightly.

“Thanks,” you nodded, breathless in your quiet panic.

The drive itself was quiet. Silence was no stranger to you and Spencer, but it was usually a silence bathed in comfort and quiet belonging. This silence was entirely different; heavy with your insecurities and punctuated by the gnaw of your nails between your teeth.

Spencer, the behavioural analyst that he was, clearly noticed your agitation. A warm hand settled upon your thigh as you came to a stop at a red light. His thumb swiped lightly over the skin there and pressed just enough comfort into you to allow your thoughts return to coherency.

Fixing your gaze upon him, you felt the usual affection bubble through you as your eyes traced the wash of neon red light bathing his features. You loved this man, more than you had ever thought possible. You wanted everything with him, kids included, but… just not yet.

Noticing your fixation upon his features, he turned a brief gaze to you despite the light bathing him now turning green. Softly, as though worried he would scare you off, he asked; “you okay?”

You lips parted, a sullen and dishonest ‘yes’ forming on your tongue, but you stopped yourself. You felt so lucky to have Spencer and to begin with you had continually hidden your fears and feelings from him in fear of somehow pushing him away. You had quickly learnt that this made neither you nor Spencer very happy. In aid of that past epiphany, you told him the truth. “No, not really.”

Spencer didn’t get angry, didn’t get annoyed or offended, didn’t hold anything against you. Instead, Spencer nodded calmly, pulled into an empty parking lot, clicked the car into park, and looked to you patiently.

He didn’t push you to tell him everything instantly, he sat calmly with an open expression and waited. Taking a deep settling breath, you sorted through your thoughts and started to speak. “I love you, Spencer.” You assured him. Considering the way his eyebrows pulled together and fear twisted his expression you realised it was probably the worst way to start. It sounded like the beginning of a breakup which was the opposite of your intention. “I’m not breaking up with you!” You almost shouted in your hurry to calm his fears. Relief settled his shoulders instantly and he nodded for you to continue.

Your hands were wringing together in your lap as you continued. “It’s just… what Morgan said.”

One hand on the wheel, he turned as much as the car allowed to face you. “About having kids?”

Nodding emphatically, entirely relieved that he knew exactly what was on your mind, you twisted in your seat towards him. “I just… I’m only 26.”

“I know.” He told you, with a strange little laugh indicating he wasn’t entirely sure why that detail was relevant.

“Well… I do want kids, Spencer, you know I do but… I’m only 26.”

It was a quiet for a long while as his gaze settled on the middle distance. Tone filled with uncertainty, he tried to confirm what exactly was bothering you. “Are you… worried I’m not going to want to wait for you to be ready?”

You didn’t verbally reply, afraid to confirm this out loud, but you nodded with your gaze stuck on your lap.

His fingers drummed against the wheel and you couldn’t help your gaze from darting to the motion. From there, it was impossible to keep your gaze from his features. Thoughtfulness had overtaken them, eyebrows pulled together as he looked over you. Eventually, he carefully formulated his response. “Honestly,” you gulped in response, “I would love to have kids now or-or soon at least.” You almost shrunk back into your seat in disappointment but you tried your best to remain strong. “But,” he added in a slight panic, watching the badly hidden sadness quickly overtake you, “what I would love more is for you to be their mother.”

Looking at him through your lashes, you whispered out; “are you sure?”

“Yes.” He told you simply but, because it was Spencer he couldn’t help but to add; “the physical and social impact of pregnancy and child rearing is significantly greater for mothers than fathers. On average it’s estimated that women who give birth before-“

You cut him off with an almost panicked giggle and a hand gripping his. “Spencer, maybe stop before I decide against having kids altogether.”

A hearty laugh met yours and the air of the car felt instantly lighter. How easy things were to deal with when you simply communicated with each other. Spencer was so open with you about your worries, fears, and feelings. It was entirely refreshing. You had come to realise that it was exactly what a relationship should be.

A realisation came to him suddenly, you could tell in the way his eyes widened and mouth dropped open as though to immediately say whatever had sprung to mind. He quickly stopped himself and awkwardly cleared his throat as though that would distract you. It didn’t work. “What?” You asked, lightheartedly.

“It’s nothing.” Dubiously, you raised your eyebrows and sternly crossed your arms. It did not take long for him to relent. “It’s… how do you-um-feel about marriage?”

He said the last word so quietly that you were forced to strain to hear it. You weren’t even certain you had heard him correctly. “Marriage?” Nodding, he scratched the back of his neck and avoided your searching gaze. Suspicion spawned in you. “I’m not… averse to marriage.” You told him honestly.

Only partially settled, he awkwardly stumbled out another question. “But is- are you - do you want to wait for that as well?”

Warmth spilled through your chest as you worked out what Spencer was trying so very hard not to tell you. “Are you gonna ask me soon?”

Spencer was an incredibly talented man, but one thing he could never seem to do was lie to you. “No!” He squeaked out, an obvious mistruth, “I’m just asking. I’m curious.”

You gave him a knowing smile that did nothing to hide your obvious excitement. Almost bouncing up and down in your seat you asked; “Is it gonna be soon?”

Dramatically, he shook his head. “No! No, I just-“ he cut himself off as he looked at your excitable expression. Shoulders dropping, realising the cat was well and truly out of the bag, he grumbled despite his smile. “Just act surprised when it happens, okay?”

You practically lit up, cheeks almost aching as you beamed at him. “So it is happening?”

“Let’s go home?” Was his unsubtle attempt to redirect your thoughts. With a wry grin, he clicked the car back into drive but replaced his hand upon your thigh. You slipped your fingers beneath his, taking his hand from your leg and instead squeezing it between both of yours.

[lovelyspencerreid]

Baby steps.

Prompt: When you and Spencer have a conversation about living together.

Based on this prompt: “looking around for the shirt you left at your soul mate’s house, only to find it in a drawer with other clothes and items you’ve left”.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: none

Words: 0.9k

A.N.: I needed something fluffy to mend my heart after receiving some requests for angsty fics. Enjoy this little blurb. x

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Trace these fingertips closely now And they will form what you’re looking for We’ll make new prints once more

“Spencie, have you seen my shirt? I can’t find it anywhere.”

Spencer shakes his head, closing his computer. “Maybe you left it in the bedroom when you decided to steal one of mine.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms to your chest. “You spilled green tea all over it. I couldn’t keep it on even if I wanted to.”

“Green tea is actually good for your skin, it reduces skin irritation, swelling and skin redness. – he exclaims with a smile, getting off the couch while you flip him off – Check the bedroom, I’ll check the living room. Maybe it slipped under the couch.”

You step out of the living room, entering his bedroom. You don’t know where you put your own shirt because you were too busy cursing Spencer out the night before because he spilled green tea all over you - not on purpose. But the green tea was actually piping hot. Luckily you didn’t have any painful blisters all over you - which was your biggest worry.

Spencer apologised to you the whole night, offering you a soothing cream and all of his beautiful shirts. You picked one of them and spent the rest of the night with it on, forgetting about yours - and now you need it.

You hear Spencer yell on the other side of the house. “Didn’t you take your shirt off in the bathroom?”

You get down on your knees, checking under the bed. “No! I left it there for a few hours to let it dry, but then I took it away!”

Annoyed, you open his closet and you notice that half of it is completely empty. All of his clothes are folded and separated by colour, his shoes are laying on the ground inside the wardrobe, but you are still confused as to why only half of it is full.

Your shirt is not there, though.

Huffing, you stand up and look around the room before deciding to open one of his drawers. Maybe Spencer folded it inside one of them because he forgot it was stained - it happened before but at your house.

You check the first drawer, but it’s not there, finding two books and his reading glasses. You check the second drawer and you find all of his colourful socks, so you check the last one.

Widening your eyes, you feel your heart swelling in your chest.

There are a bunch of socks you recognize, a lot of hair ties and a pair of circular earrings. You know who they belong to: you.

“Spencer?”

His footsteps echo in the hallway of his apartment. “Yes, my love?”

You sit down on the floor, staring at the drawer where all of your items are. You forgot most of them at his place and he kept them there, in case you were looking for them or needed them someday.

But half of the drawer is empty, just like half of his closet.

“Come over here.”

You hear more footsteps. “Did you find it?”

Spencer enters the room, finding you sitting on the floor in front of his drawer. He rushes towards you, worried you might have hurt yourself on something.

“Are you okay?”

You look up at him, nodding. “I am.”

Spencer is puzzled, kneeling beside you. “What are you doing here, then? Did you find my secret stash of socks?”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Not yet, unfortunately. Why is your closet half empty?”

You turn around to look at your boyfriend, crossing your arms to your chest. He stares at you, his cheeks getting redder as if you just caught him doing something he shouldn’t have done. He knows you haven’t had that conversation yet; even though you’ve been with him for the last two years and a half, he doesn’t want to rush into things.

He doesn’t want you to feel trapped.

“I… Well, just in case.”

“Just in case?”

“You decide to move in with me.”

You blink, turning your body to face his. “Just in case I decide to move in with you.”

Spencer bites his bottom lip, trying to decipher your expression. “That’s what I said.”

“Do you want me to move in with you?”

He doesn’t hesitate, nodding at your question. “It’d be easier.”

“Easier.”

“Come on, Y/N, what do you want me to say? - asks Spencer, frustrated by your stoic expression and body language - Of course I want you to move in with me, I love you and I want to be with you the whole time.”

You lean forward, giving him a peck on the lips. “I was waiting for you to say something about this for a while now. I didn’t know how to talk to you about it.”

He sits on the floor, crossing his legs. “So you want to move in?”

“Not yet. I’ll bring some clothes here and my toothbrush. - you answer him, grabbing his right hand before pressing a kiss on the back of it - Baby steps, alright?”

Spencer eagerly nods, getting up from the floor. “Yes, absolutely.”

He holds out his hand, helping you get up as well.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. You thought this conversation would’ve been much more difficult and intense because of his job, your job, your routine and his but… it wasn’t. It’s going to be fun moving in with him, but it’ll be worth it.

There’s nothing better than coming home to him every single night.

When you open your eyes, your shirt is hanging from the doorknob of his bedroom.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

Spencer turns around, noticing your shirt before grabbing it. “This will be the first item you will leave here, so you won’t lose it again.”

Laughing, you fold it and leave it inside the half empty closet.

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I'm Thankful For...

In which Spencer and Y/N show each other what their thankful for

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: smut!! Penetrative sex, lots of kissing, a little cursing, she kinda short tho...

Spencer and Y/N were cleaning up after a big Thanksgiving dinner. They had the team over for the first time since they got together and Y/N and Spencer cooked Thanksgiving dinner. Everyone's kids, spouses, and even Emily's cat was there.

"That was fun." Spencer called out while he was doing the dishes. Y/N was putting left over food into containers at the other side of the kitchen.

"It really was!" Y/N beamed. "We should do that more often." She told him, setting some containers in the fridge. Spemcer spun around after finishing the last of the dishes and walked over to Y/N, wrapping his long arms around her, resting his head on top of hers.

"The house is clean enough baby, let's go to bed." He whispered, kissing her cheek. Then under her ear and then her neck. Y/N but her lip and leaned her head back.

She laughed and turned her head up. "When you say go to bed, you mean..."

"Yeah, you know exactly what I mean." Spencer said, smiling into her neck. Y/N leaned her head back against his shoulder, the butterflies in her stomach storming around. "I love you so much."

Y/N bit her lip and spun around, wrapping her arms around his neck while standing on her toes. Spencer's hands traveled down from her waist to her hips. "I love you too." She whispered before kissing him slowly.

Spencer's knees grew weak. She always had this kind of effect on him. Y/N sighed into his mouth when she felt him squeeze her hips. His hands traveled up to her face and held her cheeks gingerly.

"Is it getting hot in here or what?" Y/N asked as she pulled away. She took Spencer's hands and backed up towards their room.

The doctor nodded and used one of his hands to pull at his tie. Y/N giggled as they entered the room and Spencer spun her around quickly, dragging his hands down her body and then up at the top of her back. He pulled the zipper on her dress down slowly, kissing her neck while doing so. Y/N sighed and bit her lip, feeling his warm hands down her back.

He slowly dragged the dress off of her arms and she let it fall to the ground, smiling and turning back around. "You... have a lot of clothing on still." She told him, pulling his tie all the way off. She unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. Spencer gulped and leaned down to kiss her.

The two stood there kissing and undressing the rest of the way. Once they made it onto the abnormally large bed Spencer held himself over her, keeping their lips joined.

Soft whines left Y/N's mouth as she felt Spencer's hands touch all over her bare body.

The doctor opened her legs and slid in between them, he pushed into her slowly, causing her to pull away from his lips and gasp. Her eyes squeezed closed and dug her nails into his biceps. Spencer smiled at her, watching how her lips parted.

"Move. Please." She whispered. He did as told and dipped his head in the space between her shoulder and top of her neck. His strokes continued to change pace which drove Y/N completely mad.

"You feel- oh, you feel so good." Spencer groaned. Y/N moaned in his ear and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Oh, Spencer go faster!" She begged. Spencer did and kissed her lips.

"We were going around the table today..." Spencer grunted as he trusted into her. "Say what we were thankful for- oh God- and I was thinking about this. I was going to say you- you and your beautiful body." He told her.

Y/N moaned loudly, gripping Spencer's shoulders. "I'm so, so thankful for this. A-and you." She nodded, letting out breathy moans. "Fuck! And you. Definitely you."

Y/N opened her eyes and looked into Spencer's. "I'm so close, Spence. I'm so close." She told him.

"Me too." Spencer's thrusts began getting faster. Y/N's moans got louder. "Come for me, baby." He groaned in her ear.

And she did. She felt Spencer come inside of her too and he stopped thrusting, breathing heavily in her ear. As she was coming down from her high, she pushed hair out of her face.

"I'm really thankful for you." Spencer smiled down at her.

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my darling (spencer reid/reader)

Title: my darling Request: kinda (?) Couple: spencer reid/afab!reader (they/them pronouns) Category: smut/angst Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrative sex, unprotected sex, knifeplay, hair pulling, breathplay, oral (both receiving), throat fucking, daddy kink, possesion), unsub!spencer, guns, swearing, blood, rough removal of clothing, major character death Word Count: 7,361 Summary: Reader stumbles upon one of Spencer’s darkest secrets. A/N: this was written for pom’s discord fic swap! It was written for maggie aka one of my besties aka @/reiditic ! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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I stayed quiet as I stared at my computer. A headache caused by tension and stress had begun growing in the back of my head, and being at work all day long was one of the main causes. Everyone on the team was stuck in the office, helping tie up loose ends of some cases. It was exhausting. Of course, Spencer was the first to finish.

“Do you want help?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around my neck. I hummed as I looked away from my computer screen and over at him. His head was resting on my shoulder as he read over the words on my computer.

“No, no it’s okay, really. I’m almost done,” I explained as I looked at the screen. A breath of air fell from my lips as I read over the words of the case. I’ve grown desensitized to stuff like this, but when it came to kids it was horrendous.

“If you say so. I’m gonna head out, get something for dinner. Do you want anything?” he offered as he stood up. I spun around in my chair and looked up at him. I stayed quiet as I stared at him. How was I so lucky to get a man like him? How did I deserve him? “Surprise me, I’ll be okay with whatever you get,” I replied with a shrug. Spencer smiled before pressing his lips to mine. “I shouldn’t be too much longer. Really… I’m almost done. Hour? 90 minutes tops,” I said as I looked over my shoulder at my screen. I just really wanted to be done now.

“Hey, then when you get home we can relax,” he offered with a small smile, “And watch crappy rom-coms.”

“Please, Spencer, there’s no such thing as a crappy rom-com.”

“If that’s what you think. I better let you get back to work. Love you.”

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Spencer has always been a lover that’s gentle, patient, and giving. He listens to your needs and provides you with all the pleasure you deserve. He’s a lover who knows how to please you in ways more than one, and quite frankly, he sets the bar for how sex should be.

Tonight is no different. Spencer’s warm hand is sprawled under your thigh, hooking your hips up to his. The sex is endearing — an expression of deep affection and complete admiration for each other. It’s now you craved and desired to be loved your whole life.

He’s gentle, not wanting to cum so quickly, for he wants to share this moment for as long as possible. His cock is so deep inside you; every part of each other’s bodies are so close.

This is what love is supposed to be.

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Lost in translation.

Prompt: Y/N is drunk. Spencer is trying to take her home safely.

A love confession might happen... but not in English.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Rating: fluff (sfw)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and throwing up, drunk kisses, love confession

Words: 5.5k

A.N: Y/N is not Italian but she knows how to speak the language. I had this idea in mind for so long because it’s just too cute – in my opinion, at least.

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Maybe I had too many drinks, but that’s just what I needed

I hope that you don’t think that I’m saying sounds conceited

When I look across the room and you’re staring right back at me

Like somebody told a joke and we’re the only ones laughin’

“Nope, that’s enough for me. – whispers Y/N, pushing the wine bottle away from her – I had too much to drink, I don’t want to spend the rest of the weekend puking my brains out.”

Spencer chuckles along with her, taking the last sip of his glass of white wine.

He knows he’s not that drunk, his hands are still steady and his mind is not as hazy as it should be when he’s drunk, so he knows he’s not intoxicated. He’s just a little bit dizzy, his mind is flowing and his body is moving to the rhythm of the music playing through the speakers right behind the table he’s occupying with Y/N, Jennifer, Luke and Emily.

Penelope is on the other side of the bar, trying to convince a guy to buy her another drink just with her charm – and she’s actually succeeding, because Spencer sees the man opening his wallet and paying for something.

Then... drink after drink, everyone starts to feel the fumes of the alcohol.

Y/N is completely wasted.

She gets drunk very easily, probably because she drinks only when she’s in the mood – so almost never, because she doesn’t like the aftertaste of the alcohol, and the consequences of a horrible hangover. After New Year’s Eve’s party, Y/N swore on her life she wouldn’t get as drunk as it happened that night because she spent the next two days after the party hugging the toilet and vomiting everything she could.

But tonight she was in the mood and, accepting Luke’s challenge, she got drunk on shots of tequila.

Spencer has never seen her laugh like this, act like this but he likes this new side of Y/N. She’s much more playful and she’s a tease, which is why Spencer is trying to stay away from her. She is a very dangerous woman, especially when she’s drunk because she tends to touch him a little too much – not that he minds, of course. Spencer loves receiving hugs and kisses from Y/N, but he simply doesn’t want to risk getting hard in the middle of a bar just because Y/N kept grinding on him.

Sure, Spencer knows that alcohol is a disinhibitor – which means it suppresses inhibitions in your brain, leaving you more impulsive, less anxious and less restricted. It amplifies certain personality traits, such as amiability and aggression, but typically won’t create a 180 degree change. Y/N has always been a very friendly person, the kind of woman that immediately jumps next to you and offers you a drink if she wants to get to know you – which is exactly what she’s doing now, tapping Spencer’s thighs and gently pushing her free hand on his chest.

She has a sheepish smile on her lips and she’s looking at him, moving her head to the rhythm of the music as a heat spreads over her cheeks. Spencer doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol running through his bloodstream that shows him a whole different image of Y/N than his sober’s, but he finds her incredibly attractive.

Y/N is beautiful, Spencer can’t deny it, but tonight she’s more gorgeous than usual. He doesn’t know if it’s because she’s wearing make up or because he couldn’t take his eyes off her for the whole night, with just one thought in mind – going home with her – but still.

Spencer is enchanted by her.

“You have the prettiest lips I’ve ever seen. – whispers Y/N, her right hand lifting and her thumb brushing over his bottom lip – I bet you taste like butter cream.”

“Try and see for yourself” – Spencer yells in his mind, his right hand immediately resting on her back before sliding it back down to her hip. He doesn’t know if he should make a move on her right now, mainly because he’s terrified he might forget everything tomorrow morning and create a very awkward situation with her, but Y/N doesn’t seem phased by anything right now but it’s probably the alcohol, making her act as if she’s interested in Spencer. That’s upsetting, because he is interested in her and he knows he won’t be able to make a move on her if he’s sober.

He knows he can get the ladies – Morgan has always told him that (and if he added a name like “Y/N” instead of “ladies”, it’s just a detail no one needs to know about), but that is beside the point. It’s difficult for Spencer to actually tell her about how he truly feels about her.

He tried to talk to her about it a couple of times, but those words couldn’t come out of his mouth – they were stuck in his throat and he ended up telling Y/N he simply had a crush on someone. She was excited for him and she wanted to know who this person was, but Spencer couldn’t bring himself to spit out her name once and for all. So he brushed it off, saying it doesn’t matter and he’ll get over it.

“Maybe it’s better if we get you home, Y/N. – says Spencer, widening his eyes when she sits right on his thighs with her right arm now wrapped around his neck – Hey, what are you doing?”

Maybe this is getting a little bit out of hand.

Spencer thought he’d feel extremely uncomfortable with having her on his body, but he’s actually finding this closeness very comforting. The way her body is just delicately pressed against him, her perfect curves pressing over his chest and how her mouth is brushing against his stubble before travelling back down on his neck. Spencer should feel extremely uncomfortable just because they’ve never been so close before – sure, they slept together a couple of times during cases, but they’ve never been as close as this moment.

She shrugs, leaning her head against his so their foreheads are pressed against each other. “I just really like your eyes, you know? They’re brownish, kinda greenish. Or maybe they’re not, maybe it’s just the lightning in this place. Still, they’re very pretty.”

His heart jumps in his chest and something warm spreads through his body, because Y/N just gave him two compliments. It’s not the first time she tells him he’s pretty or she appreciates something in him – she says it all the time that Spencer is a very attractive young man, which boosts his ego more than it should. But the alcohol in his system is amplifying everything she’s saying and everything he’s feeling, making him blush at her words.

“Ti ho mai detto quanto mi piacerebbe baciarti?”

(Have I ever told you how much I’d love to kiss you?)

Spencer frowns, now more confused than ever by her words. “Y/N, what are you saying?”

She leans closer, her thumb still brushing over his bottom lip. “Le tue labbra sono così soffici, mi fanno venire voglia di morderle.”

(Your lips are so soft, they make me want to bite them.)

He’s completely speechless and he’s pretty sure his heart is ready to jump out of his chest right now.

“I don’t know why you’re talking in Italian to me. – whispers the young doctor, his eyes following her thumb as she drives it back on his cheekbone before leaning even closer – Maybe it’s better if I call you a cab, you’re too wasted.”

But Y/N whines, shaking her head as she hides her face in the crook of his neck. “No, non ancora. Per favore!”

(No, not yet. Please!)

Her lips are now pressed against the tender skin of Spencer’s throat, leaving little kisses that are too dangerous for his own sake – but he can’t pull away, because this feels extremely amazing. He doesn’t care if he’s in the middle of a club – it’s still the alcohol talking for him, even though he didn’t have that much – because he has Y/N sitting on his thighs and kissing his neck, whispering words in Italian that he can’t quite recall. Rossi tried to teach him Italian, Spencer has never had the chance to actually buy books to really learn it.

He knows a few words – most of them as cuss words, actually – but he knows the basics sentences. It’s not much but Y/N told him he had a nice pronunciation, which was the biggest compliment coming from someone who speaks Italian as good as her. She has studied and worked in Italy for a couple of years before starting to work for the FBI. Spencer remembers working on a case in which the unsub left pieces of the Divina Commedia on the victims; Y/N read those papers for him and he immediately fell in love both with the language and her, as well.

Hearing her talk in another language is kinda hot.

Hotter than it should be.

“Va bene, ma ad una condizione: torni a casa con me. – says Y/N, her lips now gently wrapping around his right earlobe – Voglio passare la notte con te, Spencie.”

(Alright, but on one condition: you come home with me. I want to spend the night with you, Spencer.)

Spencer closes his eyes, forcing himself to keep quiet and not release that stupid moan on the tip of his tongue. His earlobe is one of the most sensitive parts of his body and if Y/N doesn’t stop her movements right now, he’s really going to get a boner in the middle of a club – and he can’t really take care of it in a bathroom, where everyone could hear him or walk on him.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I don’t understand a single word you’re saying. – mutters Spencer, gritting his teeth when Y/N gently nibbles on his earlobe – Okay, you need to stop right now or I’ll get hard.”

She giggles at his words, her mouth travelling back down on his neck. She fucking giggled because Spencer told her he’s about to get hard if she doesn’t stop – she’s a fucking tease and Spencer now regrets even getting out of his apartment.

If he hadn’t accepted Penelope’s offer, he’d be safe and sound in his own bed with a good book in his hands and a cup of coffee on the nightstand. Instead, he has a woman sitting on his lap with her arm around his neck and he’s slowly getting hard in his pants.

This is fucked up.

But so fucking hot, as well.

“Let’s go home. – states Spencer, tapping her thigh – I’ll take you home.”

Y/N claps her hands, jumping off his thighs. “Finalmente! È da anni che aspetto questo momento.”

(Finally! I’ve been waiting years for this moment.)

He raises an eyebrow before shaking his head, still not understanding a single world. He doesn’t know if Y/N is doing this on purpose to confuse him or the alcohol has really taken over her body, forcing her to almost forget the spoken English and focus on another language she learned. It would be a fun moment if only Y/N wasn’t deliberately trying to get him hard in the middle of a fucking club.

The young woman leans down to grab her purse but she almost loses her balance, so Spencer grabs her by the hip and pulls her back, preventing her from falling flat on her face and ruining those pretty features of her. Y/N turns around, re-composing herself as she fixes her hair with one hand and uses the other to pat on Spencer’s chest, giggling again at him.

It’s difficult to carry a dead weight around, especially if this dead weight is a drunk woman that keeps giggling and kissing and messing with his head. She doesn’t know what’s happening, she won’t remember anything the day after and luckily Luke didn’t decide to record anyone that night. Spencer doesn’t know if he’ll be able to make it through the night without passing out first if she touches him again – having her hands all over his body, around his neck, pulling on his shirt is hard.

If Y/N was sober, he’s pretty sure they would’ve kissed.

“Put your seatbelt on. – says Spencer, helping the young woman sitting on the car seat – Come on, stop kicking me.”

“Sei così bello.”

(You are so beautiful.)

Okay, he understood that sentence and he doesn’t know what to say. Y/N seems to understand English right now, even though she’s speaking in Italian, and Spencer wonders what kind of magic messed with her mind to bring her second language out of her mouth instead of English.

“Thank you. – mutters Spencer, watching her as she finally puts the seatbelt on – Are you good?”

Y/N nods, grabbing him by the tie around his neck. “Mi sentirei meglio se mi baciassi.”

(I’d feel better if you would kiss me.)

He pulls away before she could do anything and quickly makes his way to the other side of the car, starting the engine. He doesn’t know what to do with a drunk woman, but he’s not going to leave her alone. She keeps trying to touch him throughout the ride home, gently sneaking her hand over his thigh or grasping his biceps.

Spencer is amused by that.

“Y/N, stop it. – he whispers, gently swatting her hand away – I’m trying to drive. I don’t want to crash the car because you keep touching me.”

She whines but retracts, crossing her legs over her seat. Spencer doesn’t know if tomorrow she’ll remember anything that has left her mouth at all, but he’s going to have so much fun teasing her about it. He remembers the last time he repeated Luke’s actions to him the day after... He ended up running away from Luke for at least half an hour before his colleague decided to stop chasing him around.

It was fun but difficult, because Luke is really fast.

And Spencer isn’t.

“Okay, we’re here.”

Y/N manages to open her car door, climbing out of the vehicle before placing a hand over the glass. Spencer follows her and waits for her to get on her feet alone, but she looks at him and furrows her eyebrows, as if she’s staring at something he clearly doesn’t see.

“Perché non mi hai ancora baciato?”

(“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”)

Spencer raises an eyebrow, wishing Rossi would be there to tell him what she has just said. “I don’t know what you’re saying, Y/N. Come on, though, it’s freezing out here.”

He places a hand on the lower part of her back and helps her walk towards the entrance of the building, not wanting her to fall back down. She seems a bit unsteady on her own legs, but that’s why Spencer is there. He wants to make sure she gets inside her bed safely, without tripping or throwing up. She’s not a threat to herself, but he’s terrified something might happen to her.

Spencer pushes the door open for her, watching Y/N step inside and running towards the other end of the hallway right next to the stairs. She’s giggling all by herself, playing with the edge of her skirt before she sprints up the stairs and Spencer has to follow her.

“Y/N, stop running. – he whispers, glancing at his watch – It’s four in the morning, stop laughing. You’ll wake your neighbours up and I’m sure you don’t want to do that, do you?”

Y/N races until she reaches her door, quickly pulling out her keys. She tries to insert the keys into the keyhole, but she can’t seem to get it right, furrowing her eyebrows and whining.

“I think I have the wrong keys.”

Spencer puts his hand on her back, noticing she’s holding the wrong keys. He wants to laugh because it’s actually a funny scene, but he holds back. He’ll tell her about this tomorrow morning, so they can both laugh at her actions. He’s pretty sure she’ll want to know everything, she’s always scared of having done or said weird things.

Well, she has talked to him in another language so...

“These are your office keys, love. – explains Spencer, pointing to another pair of silver keys – Those are the correct ones. If you use them, you’ll be able to open the door. Or do you want me to do it for you?”

She simply nods, keeping her purse open for him. Spencer grabs her keys and rapidly opens the door of her apartment, smiling softly when Y/N sprints back inside while taking off her shoes and throwing them on the floor.

The heels are clicking against the pavement, making very loud sounds that her neighbours are probably not enjoying. Spencer gets closer to her, giving her a hand before she can fall on the ground on her ass.

“I’m so glad I’m drunk right now.”

Spencer catches her when Y/N basically throws herself onto his body, with her arms around his neck. He wants to lift her up, but he knows that she hates it and she would’ve ended up trying to shift away from him, so he backs away with quick steps towards the bedroom.

“Please, don’t throw up on me. – mutters Spencer, kicking the door open – Please.”

Y/N giggles, nuzzling her face into his neck. “Non ti preoccupare, non mi viene da vomitare.”

(“Don’t worry, I don’t feel like throwing up.”)

Spencer lays her down on the mattress, sitting beside her. “Do you need something to drink?”

She shakes her head, whining when she can’t feel him as close as before. “No. Sdraiati con me, per favore.”

(“No. Lay here with me, please.”)

Spencer doesn’t understand what she’s saying, but he manages to get it when she pats the spot beside her on the bed, a silent signal for him to lay down beside her. So he does, not really sure if he should stay there or just head home because she’s safe in her own apartment – and she’s not wandering the streets in the middle of the night.

Y/N rolls on her side, her eyes fixed on Spencer’s face, and she lifts a hand to brush her thumb over his cheek with a soft smile plastering over her lips. Her cheeks are red, her pupils are dilated and she looks like someone who’s really, really drunk. Spencer doesn’t say anything, simply watching her. He doesn’t mind having her touching his face, he actually likes it because he finds it incredibly comforting.

Whenever they are flying back from a case and Spencer is nervous or upset over it, Y/N asks him if she could touch him and he would feel immediately better. There is something so soothing in her touch, something he can’t quite understand what it is but he can’t get enough of it.

“Sono fortunata ad averti nella mia vita.”

(“I’m lucky to have you in my life.”)

Spencer wishes he could understand what she’s saying. “Thank you, I guess.”

She scoots closer to him, her hand now resting over his chest. “Sono così stanca di dover nascondere i miei sentimenti per te, Spencer.”

(“I’m tired of hiding my feelings for you, Spencer.”)

Why didn’t he pay attention to Rossi when he tried to teach him some Italian?

“Sono ubriaca quindi probabilmente domani non ricorderò nulla di quello che sto per dirti, però credo che tu debba sapere la verità. – mutters Y/N, slowly blinking – Ti amo, Spencer.”

(“I’m drunk, so probably tomorrow I won’t remember anything I just said, but I think you deserve to know the truth. I love you, Spencer.”)

It’s like all the air has been sucked out of his body.

He may not speak Italian, he may not have listened to Rossi, but he knows a few words.

And he knows the last two.

Did she just confess her love for him in another language?

“Y/N, I...”

She closes her eyes, pinching her nose with her hand. “Non dire niente. Sono stanca.”

(“Don’t say anything. I’m tired.”)

But before Spencer could open his mouth to say something, Y/N grabs him by the face and presses a loud quick kiss over his lips. Then she pulls away, not saying anything, but simply cuddling up against his chest as if she just didn’t do what she just did.

She kissed him.

She’s drunk and she kissed him.

She’s drunk, she kissed him, she confessed her love for him.

It could easily be the truth, considering all the teasing Emily and JJ had thrown her way throughout these months of work. Spencer didn’t care too much about it because he thought they were joking and just trying to find a way to embarrass Y/N, but after tonight all of those “funny” sentences make sense in his mind.

At the same time, it could easily mean absolutely nothing. Her inhibitions are compromised by the alcohol she ingested throughout the night, so it might mean she feels comfortable with Spencer and has positive feelings towards him.

But?

Spencer shifts over her bed, a low whine coming out of her mouth when he moves.

It’s difficult to focus on falling asleep when he just heard a love confession – a drunk love confession – coming out of her mouth. Should he believe her?

Pushing those thoughts aside, Spencer manages to fall asleep and forget about this for a while.

Until he wakes up and finds himself all alone in her bedroom, Y/N nowhere to be seen.

The images and the whispered words of last night crashing through his mind and flooding his brain with arrogance, leaving him completely breathless. It wasn’t a dream, her sentence wasn’t a dream; she really confessed that she’s in love with him.

Spencer climbs off the bed, hearing the water run inside of the bathroom.

He knocks on the door. “Y/N? Is everything okay?”

Nothing.

Silence ringing inside of his head.

Spencer steps away from the door and sits on the edge of the bed, running his fingers through his head. He smells like alcohol and a tinge of lavender coming from Y/N’s perfume, since she has been pressed to his body for the whole night.

It’s weird he hasn’t felt her move at all.

Usually he wakes up at the slightest of sounds, but apparently he was too gone.

Spencer looks around the room. The skirt and top she was wearing the night before are folded over the nightstand, her phone is nowhere to be seen and her purse is completely empty, left by the window inside of the bedroom.

Y/N must have taken a shower.

So he waits for a few more minutes, gasping when the bathroom door opens.

Y/N steps out of her bathroom with a robe on and her hair covered by the towel.

“Hey.”

She waves at him, not opening her mouth.

Spencer is worried. “Are you okay? Do you need some water?”

Y/N shakes her head, taking off the robe to reveal a pair of shorts and a top. She’s still not talking and Spencer is scared he might have done or said something in his sleep that has ruined the whole thing with her.

“Y/N?”

She lets out a loud sigh, covering her eyes.

“Listen, about last night...”

She interrupts him. “Did we hook up?”

Spencer almost chokes at words. “No. No, we didn’t. Why?”

Why would she think they hooked up the night before? She was drunk, he was tipsy. He just took her home because he didn’t trust anybody outside, in the middle of night, with her. That’s why he’s there, that’s why he was on her bed; he didn’t touch her, never in the world he would’ve touched her without her consent.

And, okay, maybe he shouldn’t have stayed but he didn’t want to leave her.

He didn’t want her to wake up all alone, with a pounding headache and more questions.

“Okay, good. I thought... I don’t know. – whispers Y/N, biting her bottom lip – Thank you for taking me home and sleeping here.”

Spencer stands up, watching her as she pushes the towel against her hair. He wants to tell her about what actually happened between them, about how she kissed him and told him that she loved him, but he can see how upset and confused she is so he doesn’t want more fuel to the fire. But at the same time, he has to know if she meant it. If she really is in love with me and those words weren’t just drunken words.

It would break his heart.

“Did you mean it?”

Y/N turns around, staying quiet as she looks up at him. Spencer can see she’s trying to think about what she might have said the night before, the rods in her brain turning rapidly to focus on whatever has happened between them before they woke up.

“You said you loved me.”

Her facial expression doesn’t change, her eyes are still fixed on his face.

“Well, you didn’t exactly speak to me in English so I may not have understood correctly what you said, but... Did you mean it?”

Y/N places the towel at the edge of the bed and bites her bottom lip, still pondering about how to answer his question. She remembers something about last night but she doesn’t quite remember what, exactly. She knows she has touched him a little too much and that he laid down on the bed with her, but...

Oh yeah.

She remembers.

“A drunken man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts, they always say. I’m not sure I believe it, though. – mutters Spencer, scratching the back of his head with his eyes on her face – When a person consumes alcohol, it begins to interfere with their brain’s communication pathways so this affects how a person’s brain processes information around them. You were wasted last night. A large amount of alcohol lowers people’s inhibitions, creating a loss of control and basic decision-making processes. Which is why you might have said something because, if you had said it while sober, you were scared of the consequences.”

Y/N doesn’t know how to answer his words. She remembers speaking to him about her feelings for him, but she doesn’t really know what she had said to him.

“It’s not uncommon for people who are drunk to cross their boundaries of social settings and say things they normally wouldn’t. Accountability is necessary, though. – adds Spencer, lowering his eyes for a second – Alcohol is not a truth serum, but there are consequences that come from drunken behaviour and I... I just want to know if you meant it.”

This is the moment of truth, basically.

If she said it while drunk, she shouldn’t have any problem saying it sober.

Spencer has never been in this situation before. He has never had someone confess their love while being drunk and kissing him. So he doesn’t know if he’s handling this as well as he should be, because he understands the pressure he’s putting on Y/N.

“Yes, I meant it.”

Okay, so she remembers. And she meant what she said.

“You love me.”

What’s the point in hiding anymore?

Y/N takes a step back, leaning against the wall behind her. “I mean...”

Spencer’s nose twitches. “As a friend?”

She wants to laugh. Of course she loves him as a friend, he’s her best friend.

“Not only that.”

Spencer is not sure he’s even breathing right.

A smile appears over his lips as he looks down, not sure what to do now. Should he get up and kiss her to officially put a label on them? Should he thank her for making the first move he knew he wouldn’t have made? Should he grab her hand and reassure her that it’s fine and it’s all good between them?

“I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

Spencer furrows his eyebrows. “What? No, I...”

Y/N rolls her eyes, her heart throbbing in her chest. “I made things awkward. I... I remember I kissed you and I’m so sorry for that, I shouldn’t have done that. I know that alcohol is not an excuse for my behaviour, but you were there and my feelings were messy and I just...”

He decides it’s time to come clean with everything.

She’s overwhelmed and he didn’t mean to mess her up like this.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m actually very happy you said it first.”

Y/N gasps, covering her mouth with a hand. “So you... Like...”

“Yeah.”

Spencer lets out a soft laugh, getting closer to her before opening his arms. He’s silently asking her to hug him and he hopes she accepts it, because it’s what he has always wanted ever since she stepped out of her bathroom. He wants to kiss her on the forehead, he wants to whisper that of course he likes her back. Now that he knows the truth about her feelings, he’s able to tell her about his as well.

It’s a domino effect.

Drunken words, drunken kisses lead to sober thoughts and soon hopefully sober kisses.

Y/N gets closer to him until her arms are tightly wrapped around his neck, pulling into a bone crushing hug. Her face is hidden in the crook of his neck and he closes his eyes, easing into the hug each second that passes.

“I’m so sorry for getting wasted last night, Spencer.”

He places a hand behind her neck. “I’m glad you did, because you told me the truth.”

She chuckles, not pulling away from him. “I guess. Did I really speak in another language?”

“You did. The main reason why you spoke a foreign language while drunk is that you lowered your affective filter. And as a result of that, you worried less about the grammatical rules and possible mistakes you could make in sober conversations, which resulted in a more relaxed attitude towards verbal communication. – whispers the young doctor, gently pulling away so he can look directly into her eyes – By the way, I like you too.”

Y/N can’t take the eye-contact so she breaks it, blushing hard at his words.

“I… Thank you?”

Spencer goes silent before bursting out laughing.

Those words weren’t what he was expecting, but they’re good anyway.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

She stays quiet, biting her bottom lip. He’s staring at her, probably waiting to see if she kisses him first but she can’t bring herself to do so. She’s even sure she wants to kiss him yet because she feels so embarrassed after last night.

Who in the world confesses their love for their best friend while being drunk?

Why did she do it, in the first place?

Sure, he was there and he looked extra handsome in his gorgeous suit in the middle of a club. His smile was breathtaking and he kept smiling, kissing her cheek and touching her hand over the table, but that wasn’t an excuse for her to drink until she couldn’t anymore and reveal her feelings for him.

She would’ve done it while sober, one day.

Or maybe not.

Maybe this was a blessing in disguise.

“I’m never going to get drunk again.”

Spencer chuckles, slowly pulling away from her before shrugging. “That might be a good idea, because next time we kiss, I want us to be sober. It was nice hearing you talk in another language, though.”

Y/N blushes hard, nodding. She’s still confused as to why she was speaking in another language because that has never happened to her – well, maybe it’s because she usually wouldn’t have gotten wasted the same way that happened the night before.

The young woman steps away from him and proceeds to put her clothes away, not really knowing what to do now that he knows the truth. He has expressed his interest in her but she’s not sure if she should say or do something else.

Spencer puts his shoes back on, entering her bathroom to wash his hands. She would love to ask him if he wants to stay for lunch, since it’s almost eleven in the morning, but she knows he has to go home.

“So...”

She’s leaning against the door, biting her bottom lip. She looks so cute with her red cheeks and that sweet pout over her lips, a pout that is obviously caused by the embarrassment of what happened between them. Even though Spencer felt weird at first, when he tried to stop her wandering her hands from touching him the night before, now he’s more than relaxed and can’t wait to be with her.

Now that he knows the truth about how she’s feeling – even though she hadn’t said much – he can’t wait to show her how much he likes her. Spencer stares at her, drying his hands on a towel before crossing his arms to his chest.

“So…”

“Do you want to go on a date with me?”

Straight-forward, thinks Spencer as he grins.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

That’s it.

There’s nothing else to say.

Y/N can’t stop smiling as she follows Spencer to the door of her apartment, watching him as he leaves. They exchange one last long look before he waves at her and disappears behind the main entrance of the building, leaving her questioning whether they’re going to go out together.

She made the first move, now it’s his turn.

It’s not even a week later that Spencer sends her a text and asks her if she’s in the mood for a walk.

He shows up at her place with a red rose in his hands.

Maybe getting drunk on tequila for one night wasn’t such a bad idea.

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Soulmates

A/n: From this request. Also I lovedddd writing this it was such a cute concept

HELLO I HAVENT LOGGED ON IN MANY MOONS AND CATCHING UP WAS SO AMAZING I LOVE YOUR WORK

could you do a fic once spencer starts teaching and kind of disappears for a few seasons and the bau brings on an agent who never crosses paths with spence but the bau can’t stop thinking how good a couple theyd be and they think of how to set them up and then one day he walks in unexpectedly and just kisses her hello bc they’ve been together/engaged for years and everyone is shocked and it wasn’t ever a secret they’re just like “no one asked is so we didn’t say anything”

Summary: Everyone knew Y/n and Spencer would be the perfect couple, it was just a shame he left the BAU before she joined. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff) 

Content Warning: nothing ?? 

Word Count: 2.0k 

Masterlist

Everyone recognized that they were similar. It was a silent agreement that the newest member of the BAU would have been a perfect match for recently-departed Spencer Reid. Her flaws were perfectly complemented by his strengths and vice versa.

And they all thought it a shame that Y/n never got to meet Spencer.

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