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spenciegoob · 3 years

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VAMPIRE SPENCER ARE WE KIDDING THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!

Nectar of the Night

Reader’s favorite neighbor isn’t doing so well ... he needs a bite to eat.

Word count: 4.3k

Relationship: Vampire! Spencer Reid x GN!AFAB! Reader

Warnings: Blood, a lot of blood. Consensual blood drinking. Vulgur language. Acts of possession/possessiveness. Blatantly NSFW content. 18+ ONLY.

A/N: This fic is written for @imagining-in-the-margins’s Discord Server’s May Prompt: Halfway to Halloween. Enjoy!!

(p.s. my requests are open and i have a lot of free time)

There is something to be said about the dark. The night, often described as fear inducing, more so often welcomed me than came at with it’s claws or teeth. Plus, without the dark there is no way for the light to shine and illuminate the beautiful things.

So that's why it made no sense to me that one of the prettiest people I had ever seen would be afraid of the dark. Especially when his excuse and reasoning was flimsy at best. Apparently, it was an idea that Spencer had thrown around for years. The absence of light, or something, was what made the dark so scary.

I know he’s lying. I know, deep down, that he shouldn’t be afraid of the darkness, especially not after he had stained it red so many times. Plus, he himself was more than enough light to illuminate the darkest of rooms.

I am not afraid of the dark, or the night. And for all it is worth, I am most definitely not (and never will be) afraid of Spencer Reid.

Truthfully, there were times where he caught me off guard. A split second where my instincts would urge me to run, screamed at me that Spencer was a monster. Other than that, he was comforting and was nice to be around.

Spencer knocks on my door in an even rhythm that is identical every other time he has appeared at my door. Knock, exactly half a second of pause, knock, then two knuckle raps in quick succession. The smile that lights up my face as I open the door could not have been soured by anything. Except, of course, my favorite neighbor being decidedly unhappy and unhealthy. Or at least, he looked unhealthy.

“Hey, Spence! What’s up?” One of Spencer’s hands gripped the door frame hard enough that for a split second I swore that there would be an imprint of his fingertips left there.

His eyes shoot up to mine, as if he had mentally been someplace else. The prickling feeling of being unsafe swelled in me, despite the fact that I would be safer with Spencer than anyone else. He is an FBI agent, after all. “Just wanted to… Hang out?”

“I see! Well, I was just about to relax on the couch! We could watch a movie?” I tilt my head and Spencer nods as a response, so I move more into my home. Spencer, however, stays put by the threshold. I pause in my tracks while narrowing my eyes. Surely, he knows that he was allowed in.

“May I come in?” Spencer says with a soft, yet worn down smile. I roll my eyes at him, ever the gentlemen, even after blatant permission. “You know you don’t need to ask, right?”

Spencer raises his eyebrows, a humorous smirk plays on his lips. “Trust me, I do.”

“Well, you are welcome to enter my lovely home!” A sigh escapes from Spencer's lips as he follows behind me to sit on my couch. I am hit with the notion that he is feeling unwell. He sits guardedly, and walks as though he could fall and break a hip.

As usual, I would sit close to Spencer. He had said previously that he wasn’t the biggest fan of personal contact, but only when it came to strangers. Luckily, I have known him for upwards of a year, making us decidedly not strangers in the slightest.

His chest expands as he sharply inhales, breathing out slowly through his nose, “Smell’s d— You smell nice.”

I lean farther into him, head resting on his shoulder. Spencer’s spine stiffened as his face pressed against my hair. Despite me having said that we would watch a movie, neither of us move to touch the remote. He’s deathly still before pulling away. Tentatively, I speak first, breaking the silence like light cuts through shadows “New shampoo, You like it?”

Spencer licks his lips and nods. “I’m sorry, I thought I could do this but I can’t. I’m too thirsty. God, I should have just stayed away.”

He pulls away, moving to get off of the couch before I grab his arm. I don’t want him to leave, not yet — not ever — or, at the very least not before Spencer tells me why he’s acting like this. It's unlike him to be so moody and really, there is no way to describe how wrong he is acting. All I can say is that I don’t like it.

As of right now, he is not my Spencer. My Spencer is the man who read Annabel Lee to me when he knew that I had not gotten a promotion that I rightly deserved. He is the only person to ask if I was okay after he hears an overly loud thump through the apartment complex's thin walls. My Spencer is protective but never to the point of avoiding me.

(who is this imposter and why has he eclipsed my spencer’s light?)

“Are you okay?” I breathe into what feels like miles of space that Spencer has put in between us.

Spencer shakes his head, making no move to either leave or come back to me. In a way, I’m disappointed. I want him to see how bad the space is affecting me, but I don’t wish to upset him, not when he is clearly already in some form of distress. “What do you need?”

“You,” Spencer states shakily with an unreadable expression.

There’s a voracity to his tone that brings back my previous feelings of unsafety. This time, however, I don’t mind the way the hair on the back of my neck stands. Who am I to stop Spencer from craving me? After all, I want him to want me. Though, this doesn’t seem like the way I had expected.

“You can have me if that’s what you want.”

His face twists and his Adam's apple bobs before he looks away to avoid my eyes. My fear is undoubtedly confirmed.

Spencer doesn’t want to fuck me.

Spencer wants to devour me whole.

I want to let him.

Gently I move closer to Spencer, afraid that at any moment he might run away. My free hand moves to caress his cheek. Spencer’s taut form relaxes, inch by torturous inch I press closer.

The fear I feel is nothing more than a reaction, I’m not afraid of him. To be afraid of my own self, would be more accurate.

In the moment before Spencer relaxes in my hands, I live in trepidation.

What If I’ve gone too far? What if I’m wrong and he pulls away again?

“What are you?”

Spencer’s mouth opens for a fraction before he slams it shut.

“Is it not enough for us to pretend that I’m human?”

A laugh bubbles past my stoic expression. My index finger softly tapping against his temple, “How am I meant to help you if I don't know how? Plus, I am a bit curious.”

Spencer rolls his eyes at me, a grin breaking across his lips. Then he sombers, lips pressing into a small line. “I can get rid of this conversation. I can take it away, you won’t need to remember.”

My face fell. Surely he saw how much I didn't want to forget? I’d do anything just for him to say that I could know, that he trusted me enough to let me know.

“Please,” I half beg, “Let me know, and let me help you. You’ve done so much for me, please let me do the same for you.”

Spencer pulls away and I am left to try and soak up any of the light he left behind. “I’m thirsty.” Spencer bites down on his lip and I know the moment that Spencer sees his words click in my mind. “I’m thirsty, and you smell — fuck — there’s no word for it. Not in any language, not a single word can describe how much you make me want to ravage you. It’s an obsession, almost.”

My heart pounds against my rib cage, pressing against Spencer’s lower lips are a pair of pristine fangs. He must also hear how I react, if the way his lips turn up at the corners is to say anything.

Subconsciously I lift up my chin, locking eyes with Spencer. “If you’re that thirsty, you could always drink me.”

Spencer’s eyes lock in on the expanse of my neck. I wonder how it would feel, for his teeth to sink into the flesh. If he was dark due to his thirst, would I get my Spencer back once he was quenched?

“And if I hurt you?” Spencer smiles down at me curiously, as if there is something amusing about me wanting to do whatever possible for him.

It takes me not a second to tell him the utmost truth, “I trust you.”

Headrush is what hits me first before there's a warm breath against my neck. In a split second, Spencer has me on his lap, both of my wrists held behind me. Spencer’s other hand is holding the bottom half of my face and my jaw, turning my head so that he has full access to my throat. Spencer’s lips press against my skin, the tips of his fangs act like a threat.

If anything, I want him to bite me more, now.

“You trust me too much, flower. After all, you have welcomed me into your home,” Spencer’s tongue lavishes at my neck, a groan falling from his mouth. My hips jerk down onto his lap but I don’t try to break free from his hold.

A whine falls from my lips as he nips me, not yet hard enough to break skin.

I try to press my neck against his teeth to tempt him, but Spencer still does not bite. “Please, Spencer.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he hums against the hollow of my throat. “No! Please don’t stop, just hurry up, please.”

His lips open against my neck, his teeth open and graze against the skin. I tense up automatically, eyes squeezing closed. Slowly they open back up, realizing that Spencer has yet to do more than hover.

At this moment, I also realize I am a liar. I am afraid of Spencer Reid, but not because he is a monster. I am afraid of Spencer Reid because I like him being a monster, far more than any self preservation instincts can combat against.

In my moment of relaxation, Spencer's jaw closes and he bites. I don’t know what feeling I should feel, maybe I should be in pain. I can't even imagine pain instead of the feeling that radiates from where Spencer’s lips touch me. It’s a delirium that passes over me. Dousing each inch of my skin in a fire that is lewd rather than scorching. A sound that can only be described as breathy whine leaves my lips at the pleasure.

If this is what it feels like to be fed on, then I hope Spencer never pulls away.

Spencer gulps greedily before his lips release their suction and his jaw relaxes. Quickly he laps up any of the drops of blood that he had lost, then letting go of my face and hands. I stare dumbly into his eyes, my chest rapidly rising and falling as I pant.

A soft smile, akin to the one my Spencer wears falls across his face. He looks much more alive and much more like himself.

Aside from his fangs and my blood staining his teeth as well as dripping down his chin.

“My Flower, you — you taste,” Spencer’s eyes flutter to a close, tongue gliding over crimson tinted canines before they snap back open, his grin becoming carnal and his eyes alight with a strange humor. “You taste addicting.”

I throw my arms around his neck, pushing myself forward, despite the rush of blood loss, to kiss him. It’s clumsy at first and one of his teeth slightly cuts my lip. Then, Spencer is kissing back with fervent

There’s a sweetness to his tongue that is unlike the bitter metallicity of my blood. The combination is oddly nice, and I find myself kissing him harder in the glimpse of hope that I might taste more of myself.

I see why Spencer says I taste addicting, though as the taste of my blood wanes I find myself craving more of the sweetness instead.

Spencer is the one that pulls away and I am left to gasp with lack of air. If it was up to me, I would drown in the feeling of kissing Spencer, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip and his tongue licking into my mouth.

The first thing I notice is his iris’. Adeep vermillion in the center fading to hazel around the edges, giving him an inhuman look that I won’t say isn’t attractive.

I raise my hand to the side of my neck, freezing at the feeling of a scar, as if it had been months rather than minutes. If I were to look in the mirror, the discoloration would surely be striking against my skin.

Hopefully it stays that way. I’d quite enjoy knowing that Spencer has left something permanent on me. As if he has claimed me to be his own.

Spencer should claim me, I’d already do anything for him, as he had done anything for me before. I’m not picky nor selfish though, if this is all he will grant me of him then I’ll gladly accept and spend however many years savoring this.

“It scarred,” Spencer says, as if he is also surprised, the lilt of his voice says that he is mostly in awe. Is it not meant to scar? Is it supposed to fade? If so, then why didn’t it?

Spencer looks in my eyes, his teeth are back to their normal canines and his eyes are a more dull rust red, rather than it’s previously glowing ruby.

I almost miss vampire Spencer, though I am deeply grateful that the Spencer looking at me is the one who hopefully doesn’t see me as a meal. “Did you not want it to scar?”

Spencer shakes his head, before tilting it back and forth softly, “A bite that scars can mean two different things. Both people want it to scar and — well, it can mean that the human has never been fed on before. A first bite always scars.”

Dumbly, I blink at him as the words register. My lips twist downward and I try to not let tears fill my eyes.

How stupid am I?

“Sorry,” I whisper, waiting for him to ask me to get off of his lap. It has to be coming after all.

The rejection.

Stupidly I had thought that him calling me flower was more than just heat of the moment. Even more idiotically, I had thought that he’d want me after he fed.

Spencer’s hand cups my face as if I am a piece of fine glass, or maybe a small blossom in the hands of a child who feels far too clumsy to be anything but featherlight with his touches.

His thumb wipes away the tears brimming at one of my eyelids, “You have nothing to be sorry for. None of this is your fault, you couldn’t have known. I should have stayed away, but I didn’t. And now you’re forever left touched by a monster.”

A kiss is pressed delicately to my forehead, his free hand glides up to my neck and traces over the imprint left by his own teeth, as if he could smooth it out and undo his touch from my skin.

“It’s not your fault either and I don't think of you as a monster, Spencer.” I wrap my legs around his waist so that I can be closer to him. “I want you to touch me, I’ve wanted you for the longest time.”

Spencer’s hands move to pull away before they cradle the back of my head as he gently kisses me. I roll my hips onto his, hands steadying myself on his shoulders. He is sweet and I drink as much of him in as humanly possible before he kisses down my chin and onto my throat.

My voice catches in my throat as he liters soft hickeys and gentle bites on the expanse down to where my shirt blocks him. Spencer’s hands rest on my waist and I tug at his hair as he tastes more of my skin.

“Like nectar,” he whispers against my skin as if he is praying to some distant god. Spencer looks up in my eyes and it is prevalent that he is praying to me, that he is worshipping me.

“My Flower,” Spencer tugs my shirt over my head. “So beautiful, so sweet, so soft.”

He shifts us till my back is against the couch cushion, peppering even more kisses down my torso. Spencer stops by the waistband of my shorts.

“Why no one had drank from you before bewilders me, but I’m so glad that they all didn’t. You get to be all mine,” Spencer unbuttons them as quickly as he can, pulling my shorts down my thighs and tossing them behind my head in roughly the same direction as my shirt.

Spencer clamps down on my bare inner thigh. A needy moan escapes my mouth and he gently licks up the rapidly beading blood. The skin of my thigh cools with the air as he switches his attention. Spencer doesn’t take a moment to stop as he licks a striped against my clothed cunt.

I wiggle my hips against his mouth and he chuckles. “Please, I want more.”

“Be patient, flower. All in due time, I promise.” Spencer drags his palms up and down the tops of my thighs, “I want to eat as much of you as I can.”

My underwear is pulled to the side and Spencer wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer to him until he’s practically smothered. His tongue stripes up, a ravenous sound leaving his throat as he indulges himself.

I’m nothing to stop him, but I don’t want to anyway. Spencer could spend the rest of his existence between my thighs and I would never deprive him of such, if he were to ask.

I grind myself against him as I near my orgasm, begging him for more. Spencer answers my call by freeing one of his hands to push a finger inside of me. He curls it and pumps, I fall over the edge easily with his help. Spencer licks his finger clean, moving to his knees in between my legs.

“Mine blōstma, prithee.” Spencer gasps, hands fumbling with the buttons to his pants, “ I flæsccostnung thou.”

(My flower, please. I desire you.)

The language is not one I know, but the meaning does not escape me. The desire and need of Spencer’s voice is more than enough to discern the secrets of a creature far more wise and far older than myself.

“I’m yours, you have me,” Spencer lines the head of his cock up against my folds, dragging up and down to spread along the excess wetness from my previous release.

Spencer presses his lips to my throat and the feeling of his fangs once again pressing against my skin distracts me as he pushes the head of his dick into me. He sinks into me at a snail's pace, and I have to pull him to kiss me so that I wouldn't beg for him to go faster.

I knew that if he were to hear me truly beg then I would never get anything otherwise. And while I’m quite a fan of letting Spencer have what he wants, I’d rather deal with the torture than the ego boost that he would have after.

The Spencer about to fuck me is already too powerful without an ego to go along with it.

Spencer bites down on my lip as he fully sheathes himself in me through one quick thrust. My body jolts both with the shock and with the sweetness falling from Spencer’s mouth as he suckles on my bottom lip, taking my blood in exchange for the nectar-like taste of him.

My hips wiggle with impatience, Spencer uses his own hips to pin mine back to the couch, unknowingly thrusting with the motion.

“I- I’m ready, Spencer p-please.”

(we all need to beg just a little bit, sometimes, as a treat)

Spencer smiles against my lips, giving them a quick peck before his hands grip me above my hips, nearing my waist. He pulls out shallowly, slamming back into me. I wrap my arms tighter around Spencer’s torso, pulling him closer to me as he sets a pace that leaves me gripping at his back.

His mouth opens against mine in a soundless moan as I squeeze around him during a particularly deep thrust.

Spencer’s canines bare against me. If I hadn’t already reached my quota for begging, I would plead for him to bite me again.

“I will break you,” Spencer growls against the column of my neck. His hips pick up half a pace with his words. “I want to. I want to stain you, to tear you apart.”

I’m unable to quell the cry that escapes between my clenched teeth. Doing my best to reply, “I’m yours to do what you want with.”

Spencer’s lips close over his teeth, him pulling back to look at me. One of his hands tenderly strokes some of my hair from my face, “Still, what monster would want to hurt someone like you?”

His hips meet mine softer now — more lovingly if anything — but his expression is all wrong. I press my lips to his, trying to make them tilt up with his beautiful smile.

“You’re not a monster.”

Slowly his hand moves towards his bite on my neck, hips slightly stuttering as I moan at the touch. Before he can reply I speak again, despite the pleasure in my body practically short circuiting every nerve, “I’d give up more than my blood for you to stay here, with me.”

“Who would mourn someone meant to make others — oh God — bleed?”

It’s annoying how wrong Spencer sees himself. He thinks as if every single step he takes kills a thousand people, when in reality he's nothing more than an otherworldly creature. Some people would see him as bad, but in the time I’ve known him he has only been good. If I can repay him in a way like this that benefits the both of us, of course I’d let him drink from me.

“I would.” My hips ache with the force he grips them as he continues to fuck me. There will be marks left on my skin for quite some time after he leaves. I like it, another way that his touch will have claimed me. “I would c-cry deep into the ni-night for the most beautiful monster”

“I see you finally accept that I am a monster.” Spencer’s hand moves to where our bodies meet, both of us nearing our climax.

“On the contrary,” I breathe out, barely able to talk through the way his finger rubs at my clit. “I now see you as even less of one.”

His lips slam against mine in an electrifying and mind-numbing kiss. It’s perfect but it's not what I want — no. It’s not what I need. I tug at Spencer's head, directing him back to my neck. His lips open almost automatically, teeth cutting through my skin.

The feeling of him swallowing mouthfuls of my blood is animalistically good. My body seizes, choked sobs wracking through my frame. Spencer follows my release quickly, thrusts jittering to a stop as he gutturally groans through the blood pouring into his lips and down his throat.

Spencer’s jaw unlocks and he cleans the leftover drippings of blood from my neck. However, he has made a mess of himself. My blood drips down his own neck and puddles around the dip of his collarbone. I’m surging forward before I even think about stopping myself.

A single drop shouldn't go to waste, so I lick it up. Instead of swallowing, I hold the bitter liquid in my mouth, moving to kiss Spencer.

Already having been surprised by my own cleanup, he is bewildered by me practically feeding him. However, if the way his tongue takes every drop says anything, he is far from angry.

Once my mouth is cleaned from all but the honey-like taste of Spencer, he pulls away. A kiss is pressed to my lips before he pulls out and grabs his shirt from the floor. Gently he cleans up the leaking mess between my legs, pressing a kiss to the marks on my hips.

Then he uses the other half to wipe off any blood from himself. One of his arms slips under my legs, my arms shooting to his neck as he picks me up with ease. Unsurprising considering he’s a vampire.

Spencer sets me down on my bed, moving to cover me.

“Stay,” I whisper, grabbing onto his hand. Spencer presses a kiss to my forehead. Spencer smiles and sits in the bed next to me.

“I was planning on it. Now, please sleep. You’re very tired and bloodloss isn’t a great feeling after a while.”

“Do you promise to not leave while I sleep?”

Spencer shifts under the covers, arms wrapping tight around me. “I promise. After all, you are mine blōstma, my flower.”

I hum sleepily against his chest, “You taste like a flower.”

Spencer shakes his head. “No, that is you. You are the flower, the one with the blood of nectar.”

When he says it, it is fact truer than his vampirism or my mortality. Spencer believes that I am the sweet one, and I am not in the mood to argue.

After all, he can still be my light.

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[Thank you for reading! Feel free to tell me what you think or submit a request here!]

#spencer reid smut #fic rec #18+#blood kink:#activated

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spenciegoob · 3 years

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what did I just discover about myself... it was worth it

Wakeup Call - BLURB

I’ve had this idea on the backburner for a while now, but my Discord friends and I put together a little kink challenge to come back to whenever we needed inspiration, so I figured it would be a great opportunity to finally get this done!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Category: SMUT (18+) Content Warnings: possession kink, consensual somnophilia (sleeping during sex), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play/eating Word Count: 1.5k

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Looking down at your sleeping form, Spencer’s heart races possibly the fastest it ever had. He’s never done anything like this before, and that alone rattles him with nerves almost as much as it excites him.

Key-word almost.

About a week prior, you were thinking aloud together, discussing things you’d wanted to try in order to spice up your sex life a little. Not that it’s a bad sex life by any means, but just hours before you brought it up, Spencer had discovered something very interesting about himself.

He’s very possessive over you.

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#fic rec #spencer reid smut #18+#this is so fucking hot #and I read it at work#thank god for masks bc I was #😳😲#the entire time

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spenciegoob · 3 years

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hoping to run into mgg in new york city was unsuccessful... did get continuously catcalled and found myself in a tiny karaoke bar finding the meaning of truly living

did get new shoes too!!

#doc marten sandals #anyone?

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spenciegoob · 3 years

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reading this felt like a fairytale oh my god it’s beautiful 😭❤️🥰

mini matchmaker

Summary: spencer’s daughter takes a liking to their new neighbor and notices spencer might like her just as much.

TW: absolute fluff, dad!spencer, fem!artist!reader, maybe a swear word? idk, kissing, PINING lol, spencer’s mischievous daughter. *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 9,121

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, so i apologize to those who requested this fic. i also had season 10/11 spencer in mind when creating this, just as a time reference. anywho, i hope you all enjoy this belated fic!

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the apartment across from spencer’s had been empty for around 6 months when he saw you were moving in. you were beautiful, he couldn’t deny that. you had sweat that made your face glisten in the dim light of the apartment complex as you carried a box of what seemed to be, he looked inside for a millisecond, books. loads and loads of books in a box you were very obviously struggling to finish carrying despite the fact that you had only just entered the building.

“hi-” he motioned to get your attention.

“hey?” you questioned, probably trying to figure out if you knew this strange man.

“sorry- i um- i live in the building,” he explained with a chuckle right before his little girl ran up and hid behind his leg upon seeing you. “hey, sweetheart,” he greeted his daughter, you assumed. “right, sorry. i was wondering if i could help you carry that?” he offered politely, not trying to make it seem as though you were incapable.

“are you sure?” you rested the box on your knee so you could catch your breath as he nodded eagerly. “umm, sure. careful, though. it’s a bit-” you handed it to him and watched as he held it with ease. you rose your eyebrows in surprise for a moment.

“this one,” he motioned to the little girl who was no longer hiding behind his leg, “always liked being held. it’s quite the workout,” you smiled, he wanted to see more of that in the future. what is he saying? he’s just helping a stranger. that’s all.

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#fic rec #spencer reid fluff #the PROM😭😭😭

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Petrichor (Blurb)

A/N: hi hi hi! I wrote this instead of PWYC pt. 5 and i’m sorry, but enjoy!

Summary: Reader loved the rain, but Spencer loved them a little bit more.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral!Reader

Category: fluff

Content Warnings: none! it’s just good feeling, happy fluff

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Word Count: 1.2K

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One day they described the rain to me, how it felt to watch it dance on top of cars from their old apartment. How at ease their mind would feel when their French windows were wide open on a stormy night, watching the lightning ridicule the world for taking advantage of it’s tears.

“You’re drenched, and you’re going to get sick. How can you sit in the pouring rain?” I asked when I found them perched delicately on the windowsill, half their body already dripping.

“The rain is beautiful. Look!” Their excitement was endearing enough that there was no argument for me to stick my head out the window to look at the gray world around us.

“What am I supposed to be seeing?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just like to appreciate the underlying beauty of a storm before basking in the sunlight.”

I remember hoping they would speak about me with that same curiosity one day.

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#bringing this back bc it’s been raining all day #still loving the rain

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spenciegoob · 3 years

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Atom Bomb (Blurb)

A/N: look, i try to write angst where everyone stays alive... but, well, you see...

Summary: Girl it’s you that I lie with as the atom bomb locks in.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Angst!

Content Warnings: death of major characters (are we shocked), end of the world/doomsday

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Word Count: 1K

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The morning always felt like the only time my brain, and the world around me quieted down to a gentle hum. The people weren’t whisked away from the comforts of their homes yet. They had more time to live in that silence for a little while longer before moving on to their routine days. But the streets quieted down at night too.

It was my brain that got the memo by morning.

People always tell me they wish they could remember everything, and I knew their comments were made lightheartedly. The true meaning behind their words came from never forgetting the grocery list even if you had left the written copy at home, or how much you owe in taxes. I could do all those things, yes, and a small portion of my life had benefited from that.

But the parts that didn’t? That’s the part of my brain that is most active at night. If there was the ability to relive some of the worst nightmares that made your reality, I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Yet, people still told me they were jealous I had to.

Not her, though. It wasn’t necessarily pity that she showed me when I told her what makes my mind so “great.” It was more of an understanding that there were awful images tattooed to the inside of my eyelids, and no way to remove them. When I explained my job to her for the first time, she did not ask me of serial killers, or dead bodies. She asked me if I could tell her what she was thinking.

One would think she was excited about me being able to read body language, but when I told her that I could read her mind because I was actually a magician, there is no other way to explain besides an exponential amount of joy and curiosity.

She made the mornings quieter in fact, but as she woke up along with me, and her body stiffened against my own ridgid form, I knew this morning was different.

The world around us caught on, the sounds of bumper to bumper traffic of people rushing not to the menial things they’ve done before, but to loved ones, and unfinished business. Angry teenagers protested down the street, yelling for the last time about the cruel world. It was a nice thought, but no rally could stop today.

The world screamed, fought as the final day began. My plans were different.

“Hey,” she whispered, turning over to squint up at me through the sunlight pouring in from the window. The universe gave her the spotlight she deserved one last time.

“Hi, my love.” She gave me a lazy smile as she reached up to stroke my cheek with her palm, pressing her palm against me. Her eyes were threatening to close, but she fought to keep them open.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words themselves weren't what caught me off guard, I was having the same thoughts about her. The reason for my surprise at her whispered finalization of affection towards me was because for a second, I believed it would be okay before the explosion.

The world was ending, but I had her to hold as it did.

“As are you.” Kisses shared in the morning light had never felt so much like a goodbye than right now.

I wasn’t quite sure the time when we finally got up from under the covers, we had already promised each other to get rid of all clocks. If we pretended we had all the time in the world, maybe the end wouldn’t be so bad. It was foolish in nature, but ignorance is bliss, and with the acceptance of doomsday came the realization that there was never a sufficient amount of time for us to spend together. We wanted eternity, the universe granted us 6 years.

“Are you scared?” She asked me, and truthfully, I was. I was scared for the world as we know it, and the outcome from this act of human greed. I was quite terrified, really, but that was not what she was asking me beyond those three words. I know what she really wanted to say, and that changed my answer.

“No, my love.” I knew when the bombs locked in, and were set to end humanity that I would still find her on the other side. She was my heaven, staying in her arms and never having to let go. Running my fingers through her hair, and squeezing her hand three times in the elevator. Kissing her forehead when she lays across my chest, and humming songs of my affection against her neck. Listening to her read aloud to me, and painting each other with peppering kisses. Giggling at funny faces in the mirror, and grasping onto the other in the night.

She was my final resting place, so no. I was not afraid of ever having to let go.

“I love you.” She grabbed my face and pulled me in for a bruising kiss one last time, and the world went quiet again. All that truly mattered was the girl I had pushed against me, tokening every moment we shared together as I did the same.

“I love you, too.” The sirens could barely be heard beyond our four little walls. Her eyes looked up at me with a pleading desperation to never let go, and tears gathered to finalize our goodbyes.

We couldn’t say the words however, even with the notion that tagging along ‘for now’ would bring us comfort during the transition into finding each other again.

That was okay, because without saying it, we both knew neither of us would stop for anything when searching for the other one more time.

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I have never seen a fic with spencer getting a tattoo and now that I have.... new obsession because this was beautiful and warmed my heart and I will be thinking about it for weeks🥺❤️❤️

Tattoo On My Heart

Summary: Spencer goes with Reader to get a tattoo where they convince him to get one as well.

A/N: I am so sorry it has taken me so long to post any new work. I was in a slump, but I am hoping to get back into the swing of things. This little nugget is for @spencer-reid-in-a-pool

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader(no pronounns are used)

Warnings: there’s a small scene with a little underlying sexual content but nothing is detailed and I believe it to still be safe for minors.

Word Count: shy of 1K

I woke up to the feel of feather light touches tracing the patterns that covered my skin. I turned my head slightly to see Spencer running his finger over the ink on my arm. His light touches were somewhat soothing, but as his finger followed the path my tattoos had laid out it started to tickle a bit.

My small giggle alerted Spencer that I was now awake. I sat up slightly to stretch my limbs. He smiled at me before giving me a quick kiss and whispering, “good morning”. Spencer’s focus didn’t stay focused on my face for long, his eyes traveled down to the now exposed skin of my chest that had been revealed from my movements.

He leaned forward and planted soft kisses along the dark crisscrossing patterns across my chest. I let out a hmmm of satisfaction and ran my hand through his soft curls. He leaned back and a smile was spread across his face.

I couldn’t help but giggle as I asked, “What is it, love?” Spencer’s eyes softened at the pet name. He glanced away for a second before looking back at me. “I think you should get another tattoo today?” My smile seemed to encourage him because he proceeded with, “I was thinking about flowers going up your forearm. One for each of our wonderful, beautiful children.” I stared at him with love filling my heart like it did every time I was with him. I just nodded with a smile splitting my face.

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GIDDY SMILE SPENCER REID GIDDY SMILE SPENCER REID MAY I REPEAT GIDDY SMILE SPENCER REID🥰😍🥺❤️

Not That Complicated (Spencer Reid x F!Reader)

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Description: A series of failed dates brings you to the conclusion you’re impossible to love. Spencer disagrees, but can’t find the words to say as such. When you’re pushed to go undercover in hopes of luring in the unsub, it brings about some… Interesting feelings.

A/N: this is for @imagining-in-the-margins discord server ficswap! I was drawn to write something for @spenciegoob :) it’s not as long as I would’ve liked (that’s my own fault lmao) but if a part two is wanted I’ll definitely give it a go!

Warning(s): mentions of several failed dates, mild language, brief mentions of a case, men being the Worst (but not Spencer), a kiss, pining, undercover idiots in love, a speedrun friends-to-lovers

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PHYSICALLY, I LEVITATED... THIS IS JUST 🥵🥵 SO GOOD I-

Stakeout Shenanigans

Here is my second Fic Swap submission (NSFW edition hehe) for the 4th Fic Swap hosted by @imagining-in-the-margins and @sunlight-moonrise ! It was written for the lovely @spenciegoob who I love very much. I hope you all enjoy!

Contains: swearing, thigh riding, slight degradation, slightly bratty reader, slight dom/sub situation, hatefuck, enemies to lovers vibes

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Stakeouts were never fun. In fact, they were the complete and absolute opposite of fun. They were incredibly and undeniably boring. What could make it worse?

Being partnered up with Spencer fucking Reid, that’s what.

He was simply insufferable, and a smug know-it-all to boot. But unfortunately, he was also insanely hot. And I hated that he was hot. I hated that I hate him even more than that, though. Does that make sense? Probably not. I don’t care. Hating someone was exhausting.

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#now wait a minute because it got a little hot in here #leaving me speechless and breathless #spencer reid smut #fic rec #18+

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fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK OH MY GOD

just my type (spencer reid/reader)

Title: just my type

Request: kinda, not really

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (daddy kink, loss of virginity (reader), praise, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, after sex cockwarming, groping, heavy petting, tipsy sex, innocence kink, hair pulling, crying during sex (but the VERY end)), dom!Spencer, sub!Reader, Professor!Reid, age gap, aftercare, swearing, drinking, making out in public places, incredibly brief mention of necrophilia, mentions of absent father, ooc!spencer, professor/student, brief mention of drinks being drugged (not actually happening)

Word Count: 8,194

Summary: Reader sleeps with a man she met at the bar. The next day she finds out that man was her new professor, Spencer Reid…

A/N: this was writing for pom’s discord server fic swap! My partner doesn’t have tumblr, but their wattpad is babyleaf1! I took a few of her favorite tropes and prompts she likes and came up with this! It’s loosely based off the song campus by vampire weekend. Spencer and reader’s ages are undefined, but there is a gap between the two. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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Going to the bar wasn’t exactly my scene. Sure, it was nice to kick back and have a drink after a long day. I’d rather be at home with a glass of wine and watching a movie. But when a friend I haven’t seen in a long time asks to go to the bar, I’m gonna go to the bar with her.

My eyes scanned the crowded room, searching for my friend who was no doubt already drinking. The room was filled with drunk people. I didn’t expect so many people to be drinking on a Tuesday night… who am I to judge though?

When I finally saw my friend, I rushed to her. She was sitting at the bar with a drink already in hand. I wondered how many drinks she had before I arrived.

The moment I appeared by her side, she let out an excited squeal before throwing her arms around my body.

“It’s so nice seeing you!” she squealed into my ears. I laughed as I carefully pushed her off my body, and tried to regain some personal space. “It’s been so long!”

“Yeah, yeah. Been busy. School and stuff starts this week.” I nervously laughed as I sat down on the stool beside her. She leaned over the bar as she called for the bartender.

“That’s right! School!” she exclaimed as she looked back at me. I looked away from the bartender and at my friend. “That’ll be fun!” she added, trying to sound excited, but epically failing.

“I sure hope it’ll be fun…. But it’s hard to say. You know, college,” I chuckled and looked down at the counter. The bartender placed the two drinks on the counter, pushing them towards us. My eyes widened once I saw the brightness of the drink. The brightness of the liquid was unnatural. So of course I was going to drink it. What’s the worst that could happen?

A couple hours had passed and the conversations between us seemed to flow fluidly. I was thanking God that that was the case because I don’t think I could do awkward drinks. I like to think I was concentrating on her and her words pretty well.

And then he happened.

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#this is so FUCKING HOT #READ IT #NOW😡#fic rec #spencer reid smut #professor spencer reid #there are many words to describe this fic #but I will keep this short and simple:#horny art #HORNY ART!#anyways shadow never fails to amaze me

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currently working on my ahs hotel x criminal minds crossover

#still trying to work out the title #room 400 feels right #bc room 64 but also the 100s for cm #someone tell me it makes sense #anyways late night talks #watching apocalypse in the background

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A Special Kind of Man

this fic swap is for @safertokiss ... I really hope you like it, emma bc this was so fun to write lol

A/N: OMG! this is a part of my first fic swap and the first time I’ve done something like this with so many people, it’s been so cool.

Summary: Spencer Reid was a virgin, you knew that. What you didn’t expect however was how much he was really holding back.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: loss of virginity (spencer), mommy kink, penetrate sex, unprotected sex, creampie

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Word Count: 2.4K

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I always knew Spencer Reid was special, and sure, everyone he’s ever had a conversation with would look at this 24 year old kid spewing facts that no human would think to ever learn about, stockpiling knowledge about, well, everything. I’m sure he amazes people with his mind, I too am amazed when he opens his mouth and the exact number of a certain model Ford truck that is bought every year falls out.

But what else I knew about Spencer that made him more special, more worshipable was beyond anything anyone outside our closed doors would know, and my god would I ever be a fool if I didn’t do just that; worship him.

I would have continued to believe that somewhere down the line, someone would have been smart enough to give that man every piece of love and attention he deserves, because let me be perfectly candid, Spencer was beautiful. His jawline that never lacked the tension of holding back every nugget of knowledge he had stored in that beautiful brain of his, and the eyes like honey that stare up at me with an innocence and desperation alike every time I straddle his lap.

Spencer Reid was not only worth worshipping, but he believed that I deserve that kind of dedication and preach as well.

I never did quite ask if he was a virgin, but in the back of my mind I always knew he had been surrounded by blind fools his whole life in the way he grasped onto my body and whimpered in my mouth every time I perched myself onto him. He would never go further than heavy petting, which meant neither did I. Spencer may be worth worshipping, but I would never push him to receive such.

So, when we found ourselves entangled once again, my legs spread to wrap around his hips as he sat perched against the back of the couch, and I felt the coolness of his hesitant fingers snake their way under my shirt, I was surprised into pulling away from the heavy kiss we were sharing. Immediately his hands, that initially sent a chill hurtling up my spine only to fill me with warmth, returned back to my waist over the shirt, scared that he had done something wrong.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, looking down and rushing through the words with so much embarrassment and fear of my reaction as if I could ever imagine tantalizing or walking away from him.

“Do you want to?” I asked, and personally thanked whoever was listening that Spencer Reid was a profiler, because even if I wanted to, I couldn’t hide the lust in my eyes, or the breathiness to my voice. He had, unbeknownst to my partner here, left me having to take deep breaths and positively buzzing. Like I said, I always knew he was special.

“Put my hands under your shirt?” Came his reply, and I may have never been a profiler, but I could hear, behind the confusion, fear of my rejection plaguing his mind.

“Yes,” I whispered, my lips grazing his cheek where I placed a soft kiss. Spencer’s grip on me tightened as I moved towards his ear, subconsciously pulling my hips down onto him. “Whatever you want, pretty boy.”

“You!” The exclamation was a shout mixed with a gasp once I sunk my teeth into his ear lobe. At first, I had not thought to take Spencer’s words so seriously. We were in the heat of the moment, hands grasping onto one another and lips finding skin, but then my sweet boy pushed me far back only so he could look in my eyes with the confidence of a man who just won the lottery to state. “I want you.”

There were multiple things I took note of when looking down at Spencer. The first being that he had only taken his eyes off of my own in favor of glancing down at my lips, then back at me before raising his eyebrows in silent question. The second was that he had not stopped squirming underneath me, the hard on trapped in his work slacks having to be uncomfortable by now, and the every few seconds he found friction against my own clothed center could not have been helping as much as he needed.

The third, and final thing I noticed buried deep into blown pupils and wide, boyish eyes was the lust, desperation, the need for me the same I held for him. Spencer Reid wanted nothing more in this moment than to show me he was a good boy, a special boy.

“Are you sure?” I barely got through the last word before Spencer started nodding. “I need words, pretty boy.”

“Yes,” his tone was already breathy, and we haven’t even started. “Yes, please. I’m ready.”

I didn’t wait, grabbing a hold of my sweet boy’s cheeks and bringing his face down to meet our lips. The kiss was slow, passionate of course, but I wanted to take my time with him. The way I see this going is spending carefully calculated time on every part of his body, worshipping him and giving him all of my love in the form of soft bites and deliberate touches. Spencer Reid was handing me all of him, and I would be foolish not to return the favor.

Spencer and I were not going into this blind, because no matter how embarrassed he got, we somehow ended up having a very enlightening conversation in the past, even if at first it had started as a joke.

“Not everything Freud has said in his life was completely untrue,” was what started the argument. Spencer, in his oh so need to discredit the behaviorists and psychoanalysts of the past, jumped at the opportunity to prove me wrong, but I wasn’t going to let him this time. “While he may have gone about it the… wrong way, Freud was onto something.”

I had unbeknownst to Spencer got up from my seat, and was quietly tiptoeing over to him. “You don’t agree that you wouldn enjoy calling me Mommy in bed, pretty boy?”

“I-I um…” Is what ended the argument.

I pulled back, admiring his swollen lips and eyes fluttering open before pulling my shirt over my head, giving Spencer a full view of my now bare chest. The only way I could describe his face was similar to what I would imagine someone’s expression would be if they had made a groundbreaking discovery. His eyes grew wide and his jaw went slack in surprise, plus he didn’t hesitate to shift his gaze to my breasts. I could feel his hands loosen their grip on my waist, fingertips itching to move up my body to feel more of me.

“Can- can I touch them?” He whispered, not taking his eyes off the body part in question. Spencer was still looking at my chest in awestruck, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel the same way I thought of him.; beautiful, worshipable, special.

I nodded my head, grabbing onto Spencer’s wrists where his hands still remained at my sides and slowly dragged them up to chest. There was no more hesitation, he pressed his palms onto my breasts and grabbed them, pushing them together before kneading them.

“Oh my god, they’re s-so soft” he gasped, eyes blowing wide.“I w-want you. Please, M-”

Spencer stopped himself, and I could feel the muscles in his body tensing at the accidental slip of the name I so desperately wanted to pull from him now that I knew he felt the same about it.

“What was that?” I hummed against him, starting to softly grind our aching centers against each other, eliciting the sweetest moans from the sweetest boy while he continued to palm my breasts.

“Please. Mommy, please.” And there it was, my title for the evening and the reason for the growing wetness at my core.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” The buttons on his shirt were harder to undo than I would like to admit, his fingers that have moved on to tweak my nipples pulling my concentration and causing me to moan quietly as I worked. Eventually I accomplished getting his shirt open, and he helped me to push it off his shoulders and off of him.

I ran my hand down his chest, relishing the whimpers falling from his lips and my featherlight touch traveling further to the waistband of his pants.

“Bedroom,” I whispered, attempting to remove myself from his lap in favor of moving this party to a more comfortable place than the couch. Spencer had other plans.

“Wait,” he shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me back down on top of him. “I-I like it here.”

“On the couch, pretty boy?” It wasn’t that the position we were in wasn’t feasible, but this was Spencer’s first time. I wanted to make it as special as I could, starting with an actual bed.

“I want to be close to you.” If his words didn’t pull at my heartstrings, the way he looked down instead of in my eyes again did.

“Okay,” I agreed, and it was the truth, because the warmth spreading through me at the feeling of our bodies pressed so closely together was intoxicating. Spencer went to go unbutton my jeans, but I stopped him. Not because I didn’t want them off, but because he hadn’t realized that my plans for him included him sitting there and looking pretty like he always does. “Let me take care of you, sweet boy.”

I finished the job Spencer had started, getting up to unbutton my jeans and pull them down my legs. I heard him gasp at the sight of me now in only a pink thong before reaching out and making grabby hands at me. Instead of sitting back on his lap, I sunk to my knees on the floor, repeating the process on his work slacks and stripping him down to his boxers.

“Is this okay?” I asked, running my hands up and down his thighs in the most soothing manner. He responded with a hard nod and an ‘Yes, Mommy,’ shifting his hips closer to my hands in hopes that I would touch him where he craved the most. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t give him what he wanted. I didn’t use my hands, however, lowering my face to where there was an evident wet spot of precum on his boxers and placed a gentle kiss through the fabric on the tip of his dick.

Immediately his hands shot out to grab onto the sides of my face, forcing me away from his member to look up at him insead.

“I- I’m not going to last long like that,” he whispered. “Please, I need you, Mommy, please.”

I stood up, returning to my position perched onto his lap and smashing my lips to his. This kiss was much different than the ones we’ve shared previously, it was rushed, uncalculated and heavy. Tongues fought against each other and I caught his little whimpers in my mouth every time our cores rubbed against each other.

I grabbed onto the waistband of his boxers, asking one last time if he was sure. When I got his permission, I pulled them down to reveal himself to me, and my god was he beautiful. The tip was red and leaking precum, and I used my thumb to gather some and bring it to my mouth. Spencer’s jaw went slack again, watching me suck his cum off my digit and not taking my eyes off his own. I shifted once again to hover over him, pulling my panties to the side.

“Are you ready?” I asked, grabbing his hard cock and readying the tip to my entrance. He attempted to buck his hips up and enter me, but I continued to tease him by rubbing my wetness over him without entering just yet.

“Yes. Please, Mommy.” I sunk down, reveling in the way his eyes grew wide and his hands shot up to grab onto any part of me. Slowly, I inched down, feeling the stretch he provided and we both were moaning at the feeling.

“Is this okay?” I asked once more, getting a nod and a gasp at the feeling of me around him in return. His hips were trying to buck up into me, but I wouldn’t let him, lifting up slowly and slamming back down to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” he praised once again, screwing his eyes shut and panting. I picked up a rhythm bouncing on his cock with feaverish intent, neither of us were going to last long, both of us hypersensitive to each other.

Spencer opened his eyes, and couldn’t find where to look. He started with my breasts bouncing in his face with my increased speed, and moved on to where our bodies met, watching himself disappear into me. Lastly, he stopped at my face, finding me already staring down at him with my mouth agape and mewls escaping me.

From there we gazed into each other’s eyes, Spencer not holding back any of his sweet moans and gasps that sounded like garbled versions of my name. The knot in my stomach tightened further when I shifted slightly and felt his tip graze my sweet spot. He must have been close to, his hips thrusting up softly to meet my own in an attempt to chase his high. I reached down to rub my clit, wanting to fall off the edge together.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” he panted out, and I clenched around him at the sound of him whimpering. “Ah- ah ah, Mommy please!”

I increased the pressure on my clit, the coil in my stomach reaching its end when I shouted “Cum with me, pretty boy.”

Spencer’s hands gripped onto my waist with bruising pressure as we reached our highs together, crashing down with a shout of each other’s name as I felt his cum cover my pulsing walls. The feeling was indescribable, extending my orgasm and milking him for everything he has.

I slumped forward, resting my head against his sweaty shoulder as we attempted to catch our breaths. Spencer’s arms wrapped around me fully, pulling me closer to him and nuzzling his face into my neck, the sentiment making me smile.

“Are you okay?” I asked once our breathing returned to normal and the cloudiness of my post organsm brain melted. He just pulled me impossibly closer, laying kisses on the expanse of my neck he could reach.

“I’m more than okay. That was- that was-”

“Yeah, I know.” I giggled at his awestruck tone, mimicking his movements and nuzzling deep in his neck, breathing in his sweet scent.

Like I said, Spencer Reid was a special kind of man.

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