#Matthew gray gubler blurb

[judeswhore]

one love token; spencer reid

summary: spencer is more than happy about his not so innocent valentine’s day gift

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

requested: no but it’s vday :)

warnings: smallest hint at smut

notes: you can find my masterlist here

spencer was confused.

the pink envelope half hidden beneath his keyboard had drawn his attention the second he'd sat down, his hands pushing paperwork out of the way to set his fresh cup of coffee on the desk. when he tugged it free his eyes caught his own name, written in neat block letters with a tiny red heart acting as a full stop. the bullpen was quiet and almost empty, no sign of his usual co workers or his girlfriend, the only person he could think of that would leave him a valentine's day card. only, the two of you had already swapped cards and gifts that morning, still tangled beneath his warm sheets, the small strip of light peaking through the gap in his curtains the only thing allowing him to see the inscription you'd made on the first page of the new book you'd gotten him.

thumbing at the corner of the envelope, spencer wondered briefly if it was a prank, another one of morgan's terrible jokes that would have the scoreboard evening out. but when he flipped the paper over to see the back he was hit with the faintest smell of flowers, a scent he was extra familiar with and knew one hundred percent didn't belong to morgan. it was the soft floral scent that clung to all your clothes, that stuck to his bedsheets and his shirts long after you'd gone, a scent that spencer had decided was most definitely his favourite in the world. the groove of confusion between his eyebrows got deeper because why would you leave a second card at his desk?

he shook his head and peeled the envelope open, leaning back in his chair to pull the card free, a huff slipping past his lips when a smaller piece of paper fluttered to the floor by his feet. he didn't even look at the card at first, just set it in his lap so he could reach for the bit of paper, gripping it with two fingers before bringing it up to read. just like the envelope it was pink, clearly torn from one of your notepads and obviously hand written in your neatest print.

you'd drawn a heart in the middle, red like the one on the front, and had written the words 'ONE LOVE TOKEN' in bold inside the empty space, in smaller letters beneath 'valid until february 15th'. spencer's mouth tipped into a confused smile, and he flipped the paper to see if there was anything on the back. when he realised that side was blank he turned his attention down to the card in his lap, a surprised snort of laughter getting caught at the back of his throat.

he could feel the tips of his ears burning, his hands shifting so he could cover the design on the front of the card, more than aware of the fact morgan was lurking somewhere in the office and if he caught sight of the image spencer was sure to never hear the end of it. he tried not to look too flustered, brushed his fingers through his hair in an attempt to stop the curls sticking to his forehead. this card was considerably more inappropriate than the one you’d gifted him that morning, far too dirty to be on display at his desk and for a second he worried about what was inside.

the front of the card contained a single glazed donut sporting a smiley face and printed above in large unmistakable letters were words that spencer never thought he’d see. they were also words he never thought would cause a stir deep inside of him. ‘i want you to glaze my hole’ was the exact phrase and despite the laughter bubbling in his throat, he couldn’t stop the film reel that had started in his head, image after image of you flickering each time he blinked. clearing his throat he tugged a little at the knot of his tie, shifted in his seat and once again let his gaze do a sweep of the bullpen, eager to find you and discuss why you were trying to kill him.

it was as if you’d appeared out of nowhere, he was certain you hadn’t been standing in the kitchenette a few moments earlier, back pressed to the counter, a mug of what he knew was hot chocolate nursed between your hands. jj was at your side, talking excitedly, swiping through her phone but you weren’t paying attention. no. your whole focus was on spencer and he watched your lips form a teasing smile, your eyes darting between his and the card in his hand.

“open it.” you mouthed the words, nodded your head at the card and lowered your mouth to the rim of your mug to hide the ever growing smile and he narrowed his eyes. he knew the inside of the card was bound to be just as dirty as the outside and he hated that you were so eager to see him flustered and fumble in the middle of the office. he glanced around, noted that penelope was inside hotch’s office, case file in hand and knew it was only moments before his boss was gathering everyone up.

spencer looked back at you and rolled his eyes at your impatient shooing motion, your eyebrows rising as though to tell him to get a move on. he set it down on his desk, at an angle that made sure no one could really see and flipped it open, eyes immediately tracking the bright red lipstick mark beside his name. it was your lipstick of course, the shade he’d told you so many times was his favourite, the shade that was always guaranteed to leave stains on his neck, around his thumb, the base of his cock. the exact shade you just so happened to be wearing today.

he squirmed again in his seat at the flood of memories, tried to will his cheeks to stop burning, a familiar ache settling inside of him. fingers tugged his tie even looser, his mind uncaring at that moment that he was going to look more than a little disheveled when he got to the conference room. the lipstick wasn’t the only message on the inside, you’d written another little note highlighted by tiny hearts.

ONE LOVE TOKEN FOR THE BEST BLOWJOB OF YOUR LIFE, ANYTIME, ANYWHERE

so that was what the tiny slip of paper was for. at this point his entire neck and face had turned pink, hot to touch and his heart jumped when he lifted his gaze back to yours and you sent him that knee weakening innocent smile. your eye dropped in a wink and he let out a laugh, a breathless sort of sound that had you grinning ear to ear. closing the card he pushed it back beneath his keyboard, not exactly eager for someone to see, and tucked the handmade token into the pocket of his suit jacket before pushing out of his chair. he was headed towards you, a string of reprimands sitting on the tip of his tongue, followed by a couple of commands that he hoped would have you following him to an unused storage closet.

but cupid wasn’t on his side apparently. he was halfway across the floor when hotch’s appeared at the stairs. “we’ve got a case,” a pause. “florida.” spencer’s face twisted into a grimace that matched yours, turned and headed towards the round table, more than aware of the flush still on his skin and your eyes on his back, the token burning hot in his pocket.

he took his usual seat, watched rossi fall into the chair to his left and waited until you settled to his right, your foot knocking playfully into his ankle as a silent hello. your relationship was no secret to the rest of the team, it had been humiliating having to announce it to hotch, having to somewhat ask for permission to be together and even more humiliating to have the team find out because you’d been caught kissing in the car park. everything had worked out and as long as you remained professional, there were no issues but sometimes spencer found it difficult sitting beside you, your perfume making his chest fuzzy, and not being able to touch you, even in the smallest of ways. he settled for nudging you back with the toe of his shoe.

“you like your card?” you didn’t even look at him, kept your gaze on the case file, fingers flipping through the papers but he caught the small quirk of your mouth. your tongue swiped over your bottom lip and brought his attention down, his pulse spiking just slightly and his gaze narrowed. 

reaching into his pocket he pulled his token out, slid it across the table and placed it right in your line of sight before leaning across to you. his lips brushed the shell of your ear, innocent to everyone else but intimate enough to you to draw a shiver up your spine. 

he tapped once on the slip of paper and his next words left no room for argument. “i wanna cash in on this before we leave. bathroom as soon as we’re finished here.”

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[alyswritings]

Hii! Can I request a Matthew x daughter!reader (teenager) in honour of his birthday where reader and his mom are baking him a cake for his birthday <3

"Hey!" Y/N hears Matthew call out as she stirs the batter.

"No." She quietly whines, rushing out. "No." She tells him, pushing him away from the kitchen.

"I-- good to see you, too, sweetheart." Matthew remarks with a small laugh.

"You can't go in the kitchen." Y/N orders.

"Why?" Matthew asks.

"Because grandma and I are busy in there. You're not allowed in." Y/N states.

"Okay, well, then, can you get me some water?" He asks.

"Yeah, sure." She goes into the kitchen and starts to get him some water. Matthew tip toes closer and peeks into the kitchen, seeing his mom working on the cake. He nods a little in understanding and quietly sneaks back.

"Here." Y/N returns after a few moments, giving him the glass of water.

"Thank you, baby." Matthew takes it. "So what am I supposed to do if you won't let me in the kitchen and talk with two of my favorite people?"

"You're a big boy. Figure it out." Y/N grins, gently patting him on the cheek. "Love you." She returns to the kitchen.

- - -

"Okay. That's the last of the icing." Marilyn says, helping spread some of it on the cake.

Y/N lets out a small squeal.

"Dad! Dad, kitchen!" Y/N calls out.

They quickly put the two number candles in and Marilyn lights them.

"Yeah?" He asks, walking in.

They both start singing the 'Happy Birthday' song and Matthew softly laughs, smiling at his daughter's excited face. After they finish, he blows the candles out.

"Thank you." He tells them, hugging both of them.

#mgg #mgg blurb #mgg drabble #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler blurb #matthew gray gubler drabble

[cerisereids]

𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂- 𝘀.𝗿.

pairing- s1!spencer reid x bau!reader

w.c.- 3.9k (wtf omg)

summary- spencer reid is your best friend. you’re in love with him, he wants someone else.

warnings- the jeid narrative in s14 pissed me off so bad i wrote this, miscommunication trope, reader obsesses over his hair (same), idiots in love, wingwoman!penelope

a/n- to be clear i am not a jj hater, i love her. i just don’t like what the writers tried to make happen between her and spencer

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

the soft glow of the morning sun floats through the window, coating the bullpen of the behavioral analysis unit in a peaceful golden light. you bask in the soft start of your morning, a rarity in your line of work, sipping your coffee as your fingers clack against the computer keys. the peace of your morning is ripped from you suddenly, though, when gideon and hotch barge from their offices in quick pursuit of the conference room. the team immediately follows suit, scurrying after one another to follow the two men.

hotch stands at the head of the room, sternly describing the case file he’s just received. there is a serial killer in the d.c. area, obsessed with leaving texts of ancient egyptian script at the crime scenes. as an analyst for the bau, you’re assigned to stay in the conference room with spencer in order to help decipher what the killer is trying to tell authorities. you share a smile with the boy next to you, both eager to tackle yet another assignment together.

you were hired to the bau as a young academic fresh out of graduate school, the same year as spencer. you two initially bonded over your shared love of reading, of analyzing text. it’s this skill that’s made you an asset to the team. you can decipher handwriting left by criminals in order to profile them; you can understand and analyze complex documents left for you at crime scenes, just like in today’s case. you found a partner in spencer very early on. you two were assigned those kinds of analytical tasks often, and proved to be very good at it, good at working together, at being together.

it wasn’t long before the mere sight of him started to give you butterflies, your chest constricting with affection. you cherish the late nights you’ve spent with him, in and outside of the office, inspecting documents and handwriting samples, the times where you’ve reached for the same file and your fingers brush together. movie nights at his place on the weekends, when you get so tired you allow yourself to curl into him, to let him wrap his arms around you, to pretend you’re something more. something in your stomach grows hot, and your palms start to sweat. you barely even notice that everyone else has gone off on their own assignments, leaving you and spencer alone in the conference room together. he sends you a million dollar smile and you get to work.

after a few hours of hard work, you suggest taking a lunch break. your lungs rejuvenate from the fresh air as you eat in the courtyard. you close your eyes and tilt your head up, feeling the glow of the sun warm your face, sighing as the vitamin d floats through your body. you can feel spencer’s eyes on you, and your heart kicks against your chest. how much longer you can take without confessing to him, you’re not sure. the limbo of being in love with your best friend is a torturous predicament to be in, especially when you work with him.

“hey, i need to ask you something,” spencer mumbles, and you see him pull out two tickets to a cowboys football game.

your heart now hammers against you, like a boulder spasming in your chest. your hands are sweating, shaking; is this it? could he be doing the hard part for you?

“gideon gave me these on my birthday. i don’t know if you knew this, but it’s j.j.’s favorite team. i was thinking of asking her on a date with them, but i haven’t watched a football game in over ten years,” he chuckles sheepishly, squinting his eyes down from the sun. “do you think it’s a good idea? i thought i should come to you since you’re my best friend, you wouldn’t steer me wrong.”

best friend. those words pierce through your gut like you’ve been shot with an arrow. you’re thankful his eyes are turned away from you, so he can’t see the infliction of those two fateful words.

“um-yeah,” you breathe out, barely audible, “i think it’s a great idea. it doesn’t matter if you don’t really watch football. if she likes you she’ll want to spend time with you, no matter what,” you fake a smile and pray to anyone that would listen to please convey the true message of your words, what you’re really saying. you know it falls on deaf ears, though, as you turn to throw your half eaten lunch in the trash, returning inside 30 minutes earlier than agreed upon.

“woah-where are you going?” spencer hastily cleans his things and jogs to catch up with you.

“i just think we need to get back to work. this case isn’t going to solve itself,” you shoot him a bitter smile, opening the door and not holding it open for him behind you, like you always do.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

j.j.? you think to yourself as you now delegate your portion of the work at your desk. the thought of being trapped in that conference room alone with him after your conversation at lunch unzips a shiver down your spine. your forehead is resting in your palm as your brain fights to focus on the case, and not drift back to spencer.

you were in complete and utter disbelief that the object of his affections has been j.j. this whole time.

j.j. is your friend, and you’re not mad at her. it’s not her fault that she’s the one spencer’s developed feelings for. you’re just completely caught off guard, utter shock clinging to every nerve in your body. you thought, after all of those shy smiles you’ve shared alone in conference rooms, the late night conversations on the jet, the nights you’ve spent at his place, that they meant something more. you’re just shocked none of it did, and that you’ve completely misread your entire relationship with him.

if gideon gave him the tickets, that means he sees what’s going on between them, too. you furrow your brows, squeezing your eyes closed at this revelation. god, you feel so stupid. how could you have let your own feelings blindside you from what your best friend actually wants? you have no future in profiling, that’s for certain.

you see a shadow looming over your desk from your peripheral vision, and you know who it is merely from the outline of his hair. you look up to find a sheepish spencer reid, seemingly nervous to even be approaching you. you hate that. you hate the idea of him on a date with j.j. even more, though.

“what’s up?” you try to sound interested, but you can both hear the restraint lacing your tone.

“i think i found something. we, uh-we need to gather the rest of the team,” he states.

his voice is quiet, small, his big brown eyes are boring into yours. you nod. the tension grows thicker the longer you stare at each other, eyes desperate to convey everything your mouths are too afraid to say. the file spencer was holding slips through his fingers, falling on your desk with a crisp clack. the noise cuts through the trance you find yourselves in, and you go red as a tomato, looking in your lap to avoid those lethal eyes.

“let’s go,” you mutter, walking past him without so much as a glance.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

over the course of the next week, you spend many work hours nursing your bruised ego in penelope’s batcave of an office. as the two analysts of the team, a lot of your work overlaps, so hotch didn’t raise a brow at the sudden change in your routine, not working with spencer so much. you’re able to tell her about everything going on with him during your brief moments of down time, when you’re filing paperwork or doing light research.

“oh. my. god.” she gasps, aware of your feelings of him from the start, “babe. no way,” she swivels her chair so she’s fully facing you, “i’m sorry! i thought he was into you, too,” she frowns, handing you a unicorn plushie from her desk drawer, “here, take mr. unicorn. he’s the best man on the planet.”

you chuckle sadly and squeeze the soft animal, utilizing its comfort as much as you can. “thanks, pen,” you settle your cheek on the squishy animal’s head and look at her sadly, eyes glassy and big, “i think it was too good to be true. he’s almost too perfect, maybe this is a sign.”

you see her deflate at your defeated tone, her hand reaching out to grab yours, running her thumb over your skin. you stay like that for a moment, allowing yourself to feel the complex emotions you’ve suppressed throughout the week. you’ve only spoken to spencer two or three times this week, about work things only, and it’s wednesday. each day that passes like this weighs heavy, like an anvil on your heart. the feeling is so overwhelming you have no choice but to suppress it until you get home, lest the floodgates are unleashed in the same vicinity as the perpetrator.

paperwork it is.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

that following monday, you sit, stewing at your desk, desperate to blend in to the background. you think back to one week ago, one week since you’ve had that fateful conversation with spencer. you nearly have whiplash from how fast things have changed in only a week. you yearn for the softness of that morning, of the blissful ignorance in thinking that you actually had a chance with spencer reid. your heart aches, the vulnerable throb in your chest paralyzing you. you rest your chin in your hands as your eyes mindlessly drift over emails you missed from the weekend, willing your brain to not work so hard unless absolutely necessary.

you’re snapped out of your pity party by the click of a door unlatching, the soft patter of converse on tile filling the bullpen. your eyes involuntarily follow spencer as he barges in. he’s impossible to ignore, clad in the most adorable button up/sweater vest combo you have ever seen in your life, walking full speed ahead with a scowl planted firmly on his face. the look on his face is so wholly unfamiliar, a look of hurt masking his usually soft features, the light in his eyes gone. the contrast is enough to shock you back to life once more, now registering a flustered penelope hot on his tail. the click of her heels echo through the bullpen in a desperate attempt to keep up with a man who is nearly a foot taller.

“spencer-wait! ugh!“ penelope grunts as spencer falls into his desk chair, immediately using work as a means to deflect. his back is to her as he sifts through the files littering his desk.

you study him from where you sit, his brows furrowed, his shoulders slumped, and lips in a tiny pout that pokes and prods at your heart. penelope gives up quick, turning away with a grunt and a look on her face that read ‘don’t ask’. on her way past your desk, though, she leans in and whispers, “meet me in my office after our meeting,” making your eyes go wide and your heart pick up in speed.

you use the new case to distract your mind from what could possibly be going on with spencer, and opt to stay back with penelope during this case. when you make your decision known in the conference room, spencer flinches. you just barely catch it out of your peripheral, you’re not sure you would have even registered it had garcia not smacked you in the thigh immediately after it happened. hotchner’s eyes flit from you, to penelope, then to reid. morgan coughs. the team is then dismissed.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“she brought you to the date?!” you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

“yes! i had no idea it was the date,” penelope gushes. you’re setting up materials for the case, waiting for the team to land for more information. in the meantime, she fills you in on the weekend, “i’d just assumed it was a separate event. it never occurred to me that she would invite another person to that. poor spencer’s never been so disappointed to see me,” her tone turns a bit guilty at that, and now it’s your turn to flinch at his name.

“that’s insane, why would she do that?” you ask, bewildered.

“to be honest with you, i have a few ideas…” penelope teases, setting up her computer for the day.

your eyes narrow into slits as she files her nail, feet up and resting on the desk as the rest of her equipment loads.

“what?” you breathe out, even though you both knew.

“come on,” she kicks her feet off the desk and swivels to face you, frozen in front of a box of files, stricken by what you both know is coming next, “it’s you. he has feelings for you, for sure. j.j. knows it too, everyone does. we all see it.”

“really?” you once again can’t believe your ears. relief floods your veins, the rush too sweet to pay attention to your conscious, desperate to sprinkle some guilt in there. you don’t care, though, not after the pure and utter agony of the past week.

“yes, of course! he likes you, i have no doubt about it,” penelope states matter of factly.

you round the corner of the desk and come to sit on a chair opposite her, “what makes you say that?” you’re unintentionally severe, palms resting flat on your thighs, leaning into her as to not miss a word. luckily for you, though, penelope is just as intense.

“it became clear to me when i saw them interact at the game. yes his ego was bruised a little, but he was light, airy. almost relieved. nothing like how he came in today,” she remarks, and your brows knit together in confusion.

“so you’re saying he was at ease with her, but nervous and grumpy when he had to be around me. that doesn’t make any sense,” penelope rolls her eyes at your denial, but you’re quick at the defense with a new argument, “and he told me gideon gave him those tickets to ask her out on a date. it’s her favorite team.”

you cross your arms across your chest and lean back, “i appreciate what you’re trying to do for me, penelope, but if the best profiler on the team could tell he likes her, then he likes her. not me.”

just saying it causes the crack in your chest to reappear, callusing your heart once more.

“ugh, no!” she exclaims, “you two are the most stubborn people i’ve ever met in my life, i swear!” she rolls her eyes and turns back to her now fully loaded equipment as your jaw hangs open in shock.

“what is that supposed to mean?” you lightly scoff.

“all i’m saying is that he was relieved that j.j. brought me, that he was being rejected. after the initial disappointment passed, that is. you’re going to have to get the rest of the information from spencer himself,” she decides, just as her phone starts to ring. saved by the bell, damn her. “talk to each other. you miss each other. everybody can tell and it’s getting sad, like watching two lost puppies roam aimlessly without each other.”

before you can give an answer to her crazy analogy, she turns away from you and flips open her cell phone, “talk to me!” she chirps, and hotch’s stern voice brings you back to the task at hand. you’ll simply have to talk to spencer later. great.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

the team was able to land back at home that same night, luckily closing a quick case. after penelope says goodbye to you and spencer, you’re both the last ones in the bullpen. you two anxiously glance around, desperate for anybody else to be there, to break the suffocating tension between you two, thick and heavy with unanswered questions, words unsaid.

as you walk past spencer’s desk, he goes to walk with you, next to you. you haven’t been this close in proximity to him in a week, and the smell of his cologne, his aftershave, makes you heady. you both stop at the elevator, unsure who should go first. you decide on impulse that it has to be you, you can’t take this any longer. you turn to face him, and say the first thing that comes to your mind,

“she brought penelope?”

had it been anybody else, you may have kicked yourself for shoving your foot squarely into your mouth, but it’s spencer, so he laughs. it’s an eye creasing, cheeks bunched up, teeth showing kind of laugh, and you have no choice but to laugh, too. there’s a pang in your heart as this familiarity dawns upon the two of you once again. you’re desperate to keep it, so much so that you don’t move when the elevator dings and the doors open. neither of you do. you stand there, taking each other in, cheeks warm and breathing heavy, as the doors slide close once again.

“yeah. yeah, she brought penelope,” he remarks, red ears hiding behind his slickened hair. your eyes focus on one particular lock that’s fallen over his forehead, nearly in his eye. a sense of longing pierces your heart like cupid’s arrow, you fall in love with him all over again.

“you should wear your hair curly more,” you croak. spencer is unphased at your sudden change of topic, and sends you a small smile.

you’re the only one on the team that’s seen him with his hair curly. you revel in it any time you’re lucky enough to get a glimpse, when you’re sharing a hotel room or his couch on movie night. a strange nostalgia seizes you as you take in his hair, not realizing how much you’ve missed it, missed him until you’re standing there, taking all of him in.

“maybe i’ll start,” he says back gently, another silence falling between the two of you.

“l-listen, i have something i need you to know,” he says, turning to face you, tone growing more confident as he speaks, “gideon told me to ask out j.j. because i’ve been heartbroken over you for weeks.”

time stops.

“heartbroken?” you’re incredulous. “why? what did i do?” you’re nearly panicking, racking your brain for what you could have done to your best friend.

“n-nothing really. i think i heard you talking to penelope about me one day, about how you don’t see me in that way,” he stutters a bit, his head turned down to hide his flushed cheeks, “i thought there was something between us, but after hearing that-i-i just assumed you didn’t feel the same. it made sense, girls like you don't typically go for guys like me.”

your heart cracks in your chest, “spencer,” you whisper out, “don’t say that,” it’s all you can muster. he’s the most beautiful man on the planet. you’ve never been so sure of anything.

he rolls his eyes and you want to shake him until he believes it, “well, he gave me the tickets to try and put myself out there with someone else. j.j. is great, don’t get me wrong, but she’s not you. no one is,” he says, eyes boring into yours.

you take in every word falling from his lips, your brows marrying together. your brain is flying at a mile a minute trying to remember the conversation he’s talking about. suddenly, you stop. your gaze turns to him, eyes wide as the memory comes to you. it had to have been two months since then, but you knew that wasn’t a problem for spencer. if he overheard, he remembers every word out of your mouth.

you were chatting with penelope in the empty conference room. it was a monday, and you had gone out on a date the weekend before. he was the topic of conversation right before spencer came in, how he was ‘so cute’ with his ‘brown eyes and curly brown hair’, how he was ‘the perfect height- like 6’1-6’2’. and yet, you only liked him as a friend. the reality was, you were searching for spencer in every man you pursued, and none of them ever measured up to him. how could they?

“spencer,” you groan, hiding your face in your hands, “i went on a date that weekend. that’s who i was talking about. not you,” the last part comes out in a whisper as realization dawns on spencer’s face, uncertainty dancing through his big brown eyes.

“why didn’t you tell me you had a date?” he asks, puzzled, “is that why you couldn’t come over for movie night that weekend?”

your heart breaks even more, if that’s possible at this point, you wanted to be there. you wanted to be there so badly.

“i had convinced myself that it would never happen. you and me,” you start, and his eyes grow even wider than before, “i was looking for you every time. in every date. that’s why i never told you. it would never work out anyway, because they weren’t you. i wasn’t brave enough to admit that to myself until just now, i guess,” you grow a bit sheepish as you finish your explanation, your eyes glossy. your gaze finds the floor to avoid his piercing gaze. those eyes will kill you one day.

“what does that mean?” he says, so gentle, so spencer.

“it means i’m in love with you. i have been for years, since we started together,” you gush, tears finally falling over your lash line at your confession.

his eyes shut too, a gentle flutter of lashes against his cheek. you see a tear escape down his cheek, too.

“i love you, too. god, i love you too,” he whispers, moving immediately to scoop you up in his arms. he presses the elevator button again, finally getting you two out of there. he keeps you in his arms, carrying you into the elevator, refusing to let go as he squeezes you tight, legs wrapped around his waist as the doors close shut behind you.

as you descend, you reluctantly put your shaky legs on the floor, pulling away slightly to find his gaze.

“hi,” you whisper, biting your lip to try and suppress the cheesy smile taking over. you fail, grinning so wide and so bright, you’re afraid you might blind him.

“hi, beautiful,” he whispers back, brushing your hair back softly with his hand. he then cradles your jaw in his palm, pressing his soft lips against yours.

it’s a gentle kiss, but a passionate one. you both wish desperately to convey every single time you wanted each other, how long you’ve loved each other.

spencer pulls away from you for a brief moment to ask, “do you want to be my girlfriend? i think maybe we should try dating each other,” his sarcasm has you grinning from ear to ear.

“i think that’s the most genius idea you’ve had yet, doctor,” you lean in to kiss him again. he groans at the title, lips surrendering back into yours.

the ding of the elevator breaks your kiss, and you can’t hide your cheesy grins as you walk into the parking garage, your pinkies linked together.

“do you wanna come back to my apartment tonight? we can watch a movie?” spencer suggests nervously, like you’d say no. god, you love him.

“that sounds perfect,” you smile, pulling him in for another kiss. you can tell he’s expecting a light peck, but you deepen it, your hand finding the nape of his neck. your lips softly click together as you move against each other, your tongue just barely slipping into his mouth.

“see you at home,” you wink and get into your own car, leaving a flustered spencer reid in your wake.

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[tinyluvs]

I’ve been feeling fluffy Spencer lately too 🥺🥺 esp dad!spencer like just visiting him at work w bub -🌺

screaming, crying, throwing up, tysm for this angel ♡ enjoyy !! also this ended up WAY longer than i planned it to be!

"i'm hungry," your daughter whines, throwing her head back dramatically, her little arms wrapped around your legs while her chin rests on your thighs

you chuckle at her, fingers brushing through her baby hairs, "you're dramatic," you snicker at her confused face, "daddy's office is only one more floor up, you'll be fine,"

as you finish your sentence the elevator pings and the doors slide open, "come on then princess," you hold your hand out, waiting for a smaller hand to slip into it

"princess hazel!" your little girl squeals, jumping out of the elevator, over the tiny gap and out into the foyer of the bau. she runs on ahead, tiny hands wrapping around the handle on the doors, "open!"

you give her a hand, pulling on the door to open it enough for you both to slip through, "hold on," you gasp, bending to grab her hand before she can take off running through the office

it takes you all of three seconds to spot spencer, sitting at his desk reading a book, though his back is turned to you, "i see daddy," you whisper, leading hazel through the office until she can see him too

"daddy!" she shouts, causing multiple people to turn their attention to the child running through the room but she only has her eyes on her dad

spencer gasps, discarding his book on his desk just in time to catch the ball of excitement launching herself into his lap, "hey sweetheart!" he chuckles, tightening his arms around hazel's body, squeezing her

he stands up, spinning around with his daughter in his arms as you finally catch up to them. the little girl squeals and giggles, throwing her head back again, "be careful," you giggle, gently holding the back of her head, "hey,"

"hello," your boyfriend smiles, settling hazel under his arm as he swoops forwards to kiss you quickly, "what're you guys doing here?" he asks, putting your child down

"well, we thought we could have lunch together," you explain, watching spencer hold both of hazels's hands while she tucks her legs up, hanging in front of him in a fit of giggles

"lunch!" hazel repeats, finally putting her feet on the floor but no sooner has she made contact with the ground, she's holding her arms up, waiting for spencer to pick her up, again, "up!"

spencer sighs, jokingly and over exaggerated, "again? but you're so heavy," he says but never one to say no to either of his girls, he crouches, scooping his baby up

silently you watch them, unpacking sandwiches, all wrapped up neatly in foil. out of the corner of your eye, you notice penelope and derek wander into the bullpen, "oh my goodness, my baby!" pen gasps before you can even say hello to her

hazel scrambles, accidentally kicking spencer in the stomach as she leaps from his arms, "auntie pen! uncle 'rek!" both of the adults crouch down, their arms wrapping around the small girl as she barrels into them

you and spencer lean into each other, smiling widely as you distantly hear hazel shouting, "up!" at derek just a few seconds before she's sitting proudly on his shoulders, her chin resting on top of his head

the commotion grabs the attention of dave, jj and emily who all appear from different directions, though they all end up stood in front of derek, talking up at hazel

"she's so loved," you smile softly, looking up at spencer, his arm snaking around your waist and his lips pressing against your forehead

"she is," he agrees, reaching for the sandwiches on his desk. he unwraps all of them, handing you half of yours before holding half of hazel's out, "morgan, come here," he chuckles

derek jumps, sending hazel giggling all over again as they make their way towards you, the rest of the team following. derek bends down, letting hazel snatch her sandwich from her dad

"hey guys," you greet the rest of the team, side hugging them gently, "how is everyone?" you ask after getting a mixed bag of greetings back from them

"much better now hazel's here," jj comments, holding her hand out so that hazel will give her a high five, "good job honey," she nods when your daughter, aggressively, slaps her hand

spencer sits on the edge of his desk, pulling slightly on your sweater until you're moving back, plopping down right next to him while you finish your sandwich

"where's uncle aaron?" hazel asks, twisting her tiny body around violently. a small scowl covers her face as she realises, he's not in the bullpen

emily leans, looking around everyone, "hey, he's in his office, shall we go see him?" she asks, holding her hands out. hazel nods, sliding off of derek’s shoulders and into emily's arms

before they dart off, spencer leans forwards, taking the left over crust from his daughters hands, "why won't you eat those?" he asks, shaking his head slightly

"yucky!" hazel shouts through a laugh when emily hops up the few stairs in front of aaron's office.

"she's getting so big," dave comments, crossing his arms over his chest, "i feel like the last time i saw her, she was half the size she is now,"

"yeah, you should bring her in more often," penelope huffs, plopping down into a spinny chair that you guess is spencers, "or, at least let me babysit every once in a while,"

through open blinds you watch as aaron stands your daughter on his desk, "hey, you guys are more than welcome to borrow her any time," you chuckle, "she's a handful though," you warn

"we can handle her for a few hours, give you and spence some time alone," jj says, her tone suggestive, "maybe give hazel a little brother or sister?" she comments before brushing past, also on her way to aaron's office

beside you spencer blushes a deep red, his fingers drumming against your waist, "jj!" he groans, causing derek, penlope and dave to also laugh as they depart, following the sound of your girls laughter

you lean back to look into aaron's office through the now open door, "she's bouncing on his couch," you snicker, watching the rest of the team bob their heads as they all watch her going up and down

"oh god," spencer gasps, standing, ready to go and stop her but you wrap your fingers loosely around his wrist pulling him back so he's stood between your legs, "pretty," he smiles, looking down at you

his thumbs ghost over your cheeks as they heat, "hey, do you ever think about it?" you ask but spencer just tilts his head like a confused puppy, "having another baby," you clarify

your boyfriend thinks for a second, "well, yeah, of course, why?" he asks, a light smirk playing on his face. his hands slip down your neck, resting on your shoulders

"hazel's going into kindergarten soon, so, it wouldn't be the worst timing," you say slowly, staring up at spencer, "what do you think?"

spencer smiles wildly, humming in agreement before bending to kiss you properly, though it's messy and interrupted by the both of you smiling into it, "sounds perfect," he mumbles, kissing at the corner of your mouth before standing straight

"okay," you whisper, heart racing with excitement as you wrap your arms around spencer's waist, pulling him in so you can hide your face against his stomach, "right, let's go retrieve out daughter before she makes herself sick,"

spencer laughs at you, tangling his fingers with yours as you lead him towards aaron's office. you slot in by the rest of the team while spencer catches hazel mid couch jump, "you'll be sick if you carry on with that, princess,"

"no i won't!"

the team laughs while you lean slightly towards jj, "hey, do you, maybe, fancy having a play date this weekend?" you ask, eyeing her slightly though you don't need to, she knows what you're asking and why

"i would absolutely love to,"

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[blue-blvd1949]

Mr. Smarty

Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer is sprawled out in your couch blabbering and looking so good with messy hair and all you want is the aching pain in your panties to dissapear <3

Word count: 1175

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Mr. Smarty is a nickname you gave Spencer long before you started dating, it’s your own fun and unique way of calling him a smarty pants when he blabbers on for too long.

He was sprawled out on the couch talking to you about a niche topic and spitting facts about it, you loved his blabbers but in times when you were extremely horny and your panties were damp you wanted him to stop talking and pay attention to your sweet cunt. But you never had the heart to tell him to shut up as you want him to always talk to you about whatever he wants to.

You were in the kitchen making a snack for both of you hearing his blabbers and you saying “I didn’t know that” and “wow, really?”. After you were done you walked towards him and sat next to him. You placed the plate of freshly cut strawberry’s with chocolate on the side on the coffee table just in reach for both of you. As you sat down your head fell into his shoulder with your legs towards him.

After 25 minutes in the same position you shimmied down and laidback with your head in his lap. He started playing with your hair and pushing it behind your ears. Slowly your panties started to get more and more needy.

He noticed quickly when you started rubbing your thighs together trying to get some type of friction.

“Mr. Smarty how is it that you know so much about everything and anything?” You asked him looking up at him and batting your eyelashes.

“Well by using my library card and reading books” he said with a slight chuckle, he put his hand on top of your head as you were still looking up at him.

“That’s so cool that i have a super smart boyfriend” as you were saying that his hand slowly crawled to your cheek and he cupped it. As a natural response you started rubbing your face against it.

“You think I’m cool baby?” He said grabbing your face squishing it and running his thumb across your lips and letting it settle there.

“I’ve always thought you were cool Spence” you said with a lowly voice anticipating his next move. You could see and feel a bulge grow under you which got you even wetter if that was possible.

He pushed his thumb in to your mouth and you knew what to do. Swirling your tongue and sucking on his thumb got him going, he started imagining your mouth against his dick and what wonder you would do to it. like if you haven’t sucked him off many times before.

“Get down” he said releasing his hand from your mouth and pushing you down. You instantly did what he said and got in between his legs.

As you were unzipping his pants and pulling him out you got your mouth ready to take him as he was quite big and couldn’t always get him all in.

His dick got out of its confines and looked harder than you’ve ever seen it with precum on it’s tip.

You grabbed his dick with both hands as you were kissing it lightly and giving small licks. His hands went from being on his lap to your hair starting to guide you through it.

“Just like that baby” he said making his dick go through your lips and get the tip in.

Your tongue started swirling around it, sucking it before entering a lot more in your mouth and bopping your head.

He stopped you for a minute bringing your head up slightly to make eye contact and say to you “You’re so pretty taking me in your mouth baby”

You closed your eyes with his remark and started sucking harder. It didn’t take much before you started deep throating him taking as much as possible. His hands were tangled in your hair holding it back for you.

“Fuck I’m so close… keep doing that” he instructed and you followed through with his orders.

As your hands were on his knees, your mouth was fucking him. Your chin and lips covered completely in a mix of your saliva and his cum, slowly it was dripping onto his pants most likely leaving a stain for tomorrow.

As he started getting closer to his orgasm he was throbbing against your tongue, your eyes were shiny with tears in them holding back so you could give him as much pleasure you could.

He was bucking into you making you slightly gag the sensation pushed him over the edge. He was cumming into your mouth and you tried your best to keep your mouth open for him. As he slowly pulled out you swallowed it and gave him a innocent smile as if his dick wasn’t in your mouth 30 seconds ago.

“Come up pretty girl” he said patting on his thigh. You instantly got up and sat on his lap, his dick right between your legs sitting nicely between your clothed folds.

“Please Spence…” you said against his ear eagerly hugging him tightly.

“Let me just get these off” he said snapping your panties. You hovered above him looking down and on him taking them off and putting them in his pocket. As you sat back down Spencer grabbed his dick aligning it against your puffy hole that’s been begging for him all night.

Before you could start moaning against him and tell him how good it feels he smashed his lips against yours, tongue deep into your mouth making you more and more desperate.

“God you taste so good” he said against your lips.

“I could say the same thing Mr. Smarty” kissing him back, plunging down onto his dick you arched your back and moaned against him.

Slowly you got yourself up and down creating a good rhythm against him.

“You always make me feel so good Spence” you said eyes closed and mouth slightly open with arched eyebrows.

You quickened your pace riding him, Spencer started thrusting up which took you by surprise and made you near your orgasm.

“P-Please… Like that” you meekly said.

“That feel good huh baby hm?” he said going faster and hitting that plungy spot inside you.

“S-So good S-Spence…” you said grabbing onto him harder leaving nail indents on his back, you were surely going to be teased about in the morning.

“S-So close” you said right before cumming all over his dick and lap.

That’s all it took for him to cum all inside you making you into a cream pie.

Neither of you wanted to pull out so you stayed in the same position letting your orgasm ride out for however time it would take you.

“Do you feel okay?” He asked pushing your hair back and squeezing your ass slightly.

“Yea just want to stay like this for a while” you said taking in his musky smell of cologne and sex.

It will forever be your favorite scent <3

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[fxllfaiiry]

hey can you do flashing spencer during an argument? some angst at the beginning to maybe?

─ flashing spencer during an argument 

summary ─ flashing spencer while arguing. 

warnings ─ 16+ no smut but heavily implied! explicit language, spencer being horny, some angst but not really, mentions of reader getting shot, wife!reader. 

notes ─ thank u for ur request <3 please don't mind any errors.

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“I can't believe you would risk your life like that.” The scene was ugly, you almost got hit by a bullet on the field and Spencer was having none of it. The flight back was quiet and tense, you tried to get him to talk to you but nothing, he gave you the silent treatment until you guys reached back home. You barely talked even then, everything was done in silence, once you guys were freshened up Spencer couldn't take it anymore, the whole thing was killing him. 

“Well, it's not like I got hit or anything, please calm down.” You were just as stubborn as he was, it’s not like you wanted to be in that situation, it just happened. You were trying to save an innocent man’s life. 

“Calm down? What if it hit you? Then what, huh?” 

“But it didn't, did it? Look I’m fine.” He was really testing your patience, you were tired, and all you wanted to do was cuddle up with your husband. 

“Look, I just want you to be safe, okay?” He turned away from you pacing back and forth, going on and on about how safety comes first. You stopped listening halfway, and then suddenly you got an idea. You had no energy to argue with him right now. 

You pulled your shirt up, exposing your tits to the room, thank god you didn't wear a bra. You waited patiently for him to turn around, letting him ramble first. 

“You could've saved him without puttin-” Oh. Spencer froze. The words died in his throat, the sight of you sitting topless made him hard. He went from angry to extremely turned on in mere seconds. 

“You were saying?” You looked so cocky, he wanted to fuck that smirk of yours away. 

Spencer walked towards you. You could tell you made him even angrier. You squirmed around nervously in your chair, you could feel yourself throb with each step he took. 

He stood in front of you, looking down at you with dark eyes. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip.

“I never meant to make you angry, Spence. I’m only doing my job.” The sudden stab of guilt makes you apologise, you get why he was mad but you were doing your job.

“I know, I was just worried that’s all. I’m sorry too.” His eyes softened at your words, he was being unreasonable before. 

“Can’t believe all it took was my tits being out for us to make up.” You giggle and Spencer lets out a low laugh at your comment. 

“Don’t think you’re getting away with it, that easily.” Your husband sinks down on his knees in front of you, gently kissing up your thigh. 

“Spence, please.” You grab his hair with your hands trying to guide him to where you need him the most. 

“Ah, ah, patience, my darling, we have a long night ahead.”

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[violetrainbow412-blog]

How about Morgan discovering something inappropriate in Spencer's stuff and the team laughing because it's the reader's? 👀

send me more ideas for blurbs if you want!

“Can someone lend me a buck?” Morgan asked, walking into the desks in the bullpen, where Emily, Spencer, JJ and you were sitting. “The machine doesn't accept mine.”

“Try another day, I only bring three dollars in coins for the subway back,” you laughed, as you signed the report you had just written.

“I always fold my bills in half to fit in my wallet, sorry.”

“I'll lend you one,” muttered Spencer, who was too busy on the computer participating in a heated discussion on a blog about Carl Sagan “Look in my jacket, it's there.”

Morgan followed his friend's pointing finger and when he found the garment on the back of a chair, he searched the right pocket, but found nothing. He then searched in the left one and although he felt the leather box that housed the man's money, a piece of cloth next to it also caught his attention. Captured by curiosity, he took it and when he took it out he couldn't help but utter a surprised whistle.

“Look what we have here,” he laughed.

Spencer had no idea what it could be and turned to look at him, but when he realized what it was he rushed to snatch it from his hands and jealously keep it in his pants pocket. Unfortunately, everyone present had noticed that it was a piece of black lingerie, which obviously did not belong in the doctor's wardrobe.

“Weren't you looking for the money?” Spencer cleared his throat, under the watchful eyes of his friends.

“Well, my hands touched that before!” Morgan apologized, but without a hint of guilt in his words.

Prentiss and JJ had always believed that there was some unresolved tension between you and the man, so they looked in your direction thinking that the fact that he carried women's underwear in his pocket would negatively affect you. However, they were both surprised when they noticed that you were completely blushing and pretending to pay attention to some documents that, in fact, you had already reviewed. Both of them shared a knowing look of understanding and JJ suppressed a smile.

Spencer walked to his wallet to get the money his friend needed and handed it to him without saying anything, but clearly embarrassed by what had just happened.

The mistake that ended up giving away both of you was when, almost as if it were planned, his eyes met yours and a nervous and almost imperceptible smile crossed your face.

“I didn't think you were the type to collect those kinds of trophies, Reid,” Emily murmured, clearly trying to touch a nerve, but not intending to be rude. All she wanted was to joke a little about what had definitely been going on between you for who knows how long.

JJ, on the other hand, kept an eye on you, noticing in all your body language the embarrassment of having been caught.

“Shut up,” he snorted, but as soon as she started laughing Spencer did too and then you joined them.

“I just asked myself: who will be the lucky one?” Morgan muttered playfully “Y/N?” you froze and looked up at him, debating whether to admit guilt or lie.

"Yeah?"

“Do you want me to bring you something from the machine?” he murmured, pretending to be friendly, but from the smile on his face it was obvious that he had deduced the truth.

"No. Thank you, Derek.”

"It's no big deal. We have to be cordial with our co-workers, don't we, Reid?”

A new wave of giggles filled the atmosphere and even you, the most affected, ended up joining in the mockery.

Spencer could only think that from now on if he wanted to keep a memory of you, he would have to be more careful with where he left it.

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[de4dlyniightshade]

Spencer is such a sub u know he kneels at his partners feet and does whatever they tell him too

THIS IS SO REAL!!!

he lovvvveeessssss when you take complete control and force him to his knees in front of you and tell him what you want him to do and he definitely melts when you lift his chin to look up at you</3

would absolutely get to the point where you don't even have to tell him, he'd just fall to his knees on his own, completely at your disposal ;3

he'd also absolutely lose his mind if you were to touch yourself while he was kneeled right in front of you as a punishment, telling him he wasn't allowed to touch you or himself. he'd definitely hate not being able to touch you or taste you even more than not being able to touch himself but he's just such a good boy that he wouldn't move a muscle<3

he'd also literally refuse to eat you out any other way but on his knees because he just loves it so much, he loves how powerless it makes him feel and loves the way that you rest your thighs on his shoulders and wrap your legs around his head to keep him there, practically suffocating him.

mayhaps i should write a little drabble abt this>:)

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[reidspharb]

part two on the angst spencer reid (happy ending if u want) 🤞🤞

How You Get The Girl

*Part two to The moment I knew

Summary: After four days of no calls, Spencer tries his hardest to fix things with you

Word count: 1.14k

Warnings: angst, fluff, lead by pure vibes idk

Note: idk whats with me and writing at ungodly hours of the night but this one was written mostly at like 1am so any errors are due to sheer sleep deprivation! also thank you so much to anon who submitted this it was really nice to give this little story a happy ending :) also first anon ask super cool on enough of this now.

It had been 3 days 2 hours and 43 minutes since you had last spoken to Spencer. He knew because he couldn’t stop thinking about that short exchange, how you were so upset you didn’t even let him explain. 

Spencer couldn’t stop staring at his phone, picking it up every few minutes, maybe I missed the notifications he told himself.

The truth was, he knew he fucked up and he knew he hurt you and missing that party was the worst decision he had made in a long time. 

Thinking about you had consumed him so much that he found it hard to complete his work. He never used his phone at work, unless he needed to call someone for something work-related.

Of course, working with a group of profilers, people began to pick up this odd behaviour. The first to notice was his best friend JJ. 

She immediately recognized his anxious demeanour, but she just didn’t know why. After a while, she ruled out problems with his mother, and that didn’t really leave many options.

Spencer didn’t have many friends - at least that they knew of- and most likely didn’t have a girlfriend either, so what was it?

JJ approached him after their round table meeting on a case just a few miles west of Quantico. 

“Hey, Spence,” she sighed settling her hands on her hips.

“What’s up JJ?” He replied, obviously trying to act as normal and natural as possible, but it wasn’t really working. 

“Nothing, I was just wondering how you’re doing,” Immediately Spencer blushed, obviously embarrassed that his co-workers were noticing his new habits “You just seem… off. Worried. Is everything alright?”

Spencer had tried to hide his shame but clearly, it wasn’t working and he just couldn’t keep it all contained anymore. 

“No, I-“ he sighed and looked down at his feet, trying to decide what to say next. Jennifer didn’t even know about his girlfriend, how would she react knowing he hid that from her all this time and also did such a heartbreaking thing to an innocent girl.

He faked a laugh and a dull smile, “No, JJ everything’s fine! I've just been a little anxious because,” he swallowed and tried to come up with a lie as realistic and believable as possible, “I’ve just been awaiting an interview for this teaching job at Virginia Tech, and uh, they haven’t told me the date yet.” He said in a nonchalant tone, praying that JJ wouldn’t push harder.

She obviously knew he was lying, the guy was a genius but he wasn’t a very good liar. Even though she knew there was something deeper, she thought if he wanted her help, he would be honest. 

“Oh, cool! I’m sure you’ll get that response soon.” She said cheerfully before walking away and clearing the conversation out of her brain.

After the fourth day had passed Spencer knew he had to do something to make this right, the regret had nearly swallowed him whole. 

When he got off work, he drove over to the closet flower shop and purchased a rather large bouquet of your favourite flowers. He remembered when you told him that a bouquet of flowers was always the best apology.

To go along with your flowers, he purchased you a birthday card, to make up for missing the party. It was a rather cute thing, with a pop-up kitten inside, he knew you would love it even if you didn’t say it. 

He scrawled a short birthday wish into the card before starting up his car and heading in the direction of your home. 

As he drove towards your house in the darkness and rain he couldn’t help but worry about what would happen when he arrived. Would you be so angry you would throw it all in a puddle? Or would you welcome and forgive him and this would all be over. Of course, he hoped for the latter, but he would understand if you were upset by seeing his face again.

Once he had arrived, his heart raced as he stepped out of the car and headed towards the front door. When he walked up the stairs, already wet from the rain, he thought of the first time he ever strolled up those short steps and your first kiss standing right there in front of your front door.

He rapped on the door two times fast and two times slow, just like he always did. He could feel himself nearly shivering as his hands just about vibrated while he waited in that infinitely long moment for you to open the door.

He heard the chain on your door unlock and as the door swung open, he saw your face. Your tear-stained, puffy, red face. Seeing you like this almost brought tears to his own eyes.

The way you looked at him ate at him from the inside.

You sighed and looked him up and down, inspecting the flowers he was holding.

“Oh my god, Spencer. Are you insane?” You practically shrieked when you realized he was standing outside your door at 9 PM in the pouring rain. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I should have called first before I just showed up, but I nearly lost my mind missing you.” He said truthfully. “I was just too afraid to see you and tell you that what I did was so fucking stupid and I just really h-“

Just like you had on the phone those few days ago, you cut him off, but instead of with a snarky remark, with a hug. You nearly jumped into his arms. You didn’t care if you got wet or if the flowers got ruined, you just wanted to feel him. 

After the lengthy embrace, you let your boyfriend in. He gave you your flowers and your, now wet, card and made you both tea while you placed them in a large glass vase.

The two of you sat down on the couch and you let him explain this time, fully explain. You could feel his remorseful aura, and even though what he did sucked, you didn't care anymore, you were just so happy to have him with you.

After your long discussion, you ate leftover cake, then celebrated your birthday by binging your favourite tv shows and remembering old memories.

The following morning, Reid decided to move in with you, telling you he never wanted to be away from you at a time like that again. He hung up framed photos of you all over the house of kisses on cheeks and happy memories. He would remind you nearly every morning how much he loves what you have and wants you no matter what, for worse or for better, nearly like wedding vows.

And you can say proudly he never missed another birthday.

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[talaok]

Heyy so if you're still taking requests what do you think of reader doing this tiktok trend with spencer. Lots of love<333

Disclaimer: I wrote the first part slightly drunk bc it was easter and there's only one way italians celebrate (and also only one way I was gonna survive that lunch) but I still tried my very best and loved loved loved your idea

You could feel your eyelids slowly start to give in as his fingers passed gently through your hair.

You were laid on the couch, your head in his lap as you scrolled through Tiktok while he read a book.

It had become a post-Sunday-lunch tradition at this point, you made way too much food and you both ended up comatose on the sofa.

You scrolled down, promising yourself that this was gonna be the last video before you called it quits and just took a nap, when what appeared on the screen grabbed your attention.

Suddenly, you were wide awake.

"babe," you said with a tone Spencer recognized, the one that told him you had something in mind he probably wasn't gonna want to do but would end up doing nonetheless.

"yes?"

You bit down a smirk, as you sat up "look at this" you urged, extending him your phone.

"what is it?"

"Just watch" you insisted, and he did.

"so?" you asked, once you heard the song start again.

"so... what?" Spencer asked confused

"so, we should do it" you explained plainly

"why?"

You huffed, rolling your eyes playfully "Because it's cute" you grinned, "and because I get to kiss you all over" you whispered maliciously

And just like that, his attitude changed in a split second.

You cocked an eyebrow "So what do you think?"

"I think it's a great idea" he beamed, making you laugh softly

"I'll get the lipstick"

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"Stop moving!" you giggled, as he made you smudge for the thousand time

You were straddling his lap, trying to finish filling his face and neck with lipstick prints, but he kept smiling and laughing and the prints were becoming messier and messier.

"I'm not" he protested, laughing again, and you shook your head, following his lead.

"stay still," you said as you leaned closer to kiss his flustered cheek.

As you gave him a quick peck, you felt him returning the favor, his lips meeting your skin ever so gently.

"Spencer..." you scolded him once he did it again, this time slower, as the hands that he had on your waist started traveling downwards, caressing your thighs.

"I'm the one who's supposed to be kissing you" you reminded him.

"well I don't think that's fair" he smirked, kissing you again, this time just below your ear.

You chuckled softly, your task momentarily forgotten as he kissed you again and again

"stop" you smiled "We have a video to shoot"

"mm" he mumbled against your skin, "we can do that later"

"no, we can't," you said, leaning away and earning a low whine from him.

"just let me finish this and then you can kiss me however you want" You smiled, kissing his mouth.

"deal?"

"deal"

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[alyswritings]

Hii can I have a request with Matthew where its his daughter first time at the preschool and she not really wanna go bc she just want to be with her dad. Thank youuu

"No, daddy, I don't wanna." Y/N whines, hugging his leg.

"Baby. Baby." Matthew crouches down, detaching her from his leg. "You're gonna be just fine here for a few hours."

"I wanna stay wif you." Y/N says, her eyes filling up with tears. "Go to work."

"I can't always take you to work with me, honey. You need to have friends your own age. I promise, I'll be back to pick you up in a few hours." Matthew tells her.

"Noooo." Y/N drags the word out, wrapping her arms around his neck. Matthew quietly sighs, rubbing her back. He frowns at her reluctance. He also doesn't really want her to go, but he knows she has to grow up eventually, and preschool is apart of that. Especially with his job, he feels bad sticking her in a trailer all day while he films.

"It'll be okay, pumpkin. You'll get to make new friends and eat snacks and maybe learn a couple of things." Matthew tries to persuade her. "You'll still get to take a nap at some point."

"Cookies?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, they might have cookies." Matthew says. "I'm sure they have juice."

Y/N huffs as she pulls away from him. Matthew cups her face, kissing her on the forehead.

"Think you wanna go in now?" Matthew asks.

"No." Y/N shakes her head.

"Okay, baby girl, if you get through the day, when I pick you up, we will go get ice cream. And we can have whatever you want for dinner." Matthew says.

"Candy?" Y/N asks.

"Okay, maybe not whatever. But, uh... pizza?" He asks.

"Pizza." Her eyes light up.

"So I'll pick you up in a few hours. I promise." He holds his pinky out. Y/N wraps her tiny pinky around his larger pinky.

"I will see you in a few hours, munchkin. Promise." Matthew grabs both sides of her head and places a loud kiss to her forehead making her giggle. "I love you."

"I lub you." Y/N kisses his cheek.

Matthew watches her walk into the room, the teacher greeting her. He waits for a bit, watching her start to settle in and another kid asks her to play. He softly smiles as he leaves, immediately counting down the hours until he picks her up.

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[judeswhore]

can u write spencer angst about maybe a break up or going on a break because he’s never home? it’s okay if not i just really like ur writing and i’m in love with spencer!!

thank u!! i’m really glad u like my silly little ramblings, it means a lot <3

"hey, your suitcase is in the hallway? you didn't say you had a trip planned, are you going to see your mom?"

spencer sounded a little confused when he appeared in the kitchen, his fingers already working to tug his tie loose, the buttons on his dark cardigan already undone. he looked tired, dark circles evident beneath his eyes and a shadow of stubble starting to dust across his jaw and as much as your heart tugged you couldn't go to him, only set the keys you'd been gripping down on the counter top that separated you.

"i can't do this anymore."

"you can't- can't do what?" you swallowed through the rising lump in your throat and willed yourself to remember at least one of the things you'd planned to say. despite the evening hour the air was quiet, only making the usual soft ticking of the clock hanging on the wall sharper, each second passing pressing a heavier weight on your chest. spencer had come to a stop in the doorway, his hand lowering from his tie now hanging limp around his neck.

"this. us. i'm tired, spence." you shook your head, dropped your gaze from his to stare at a spot just over his shoulder, unable to say the next words while he was looking at you the way he was. "we need to break up."

"break up?" he echoed, his tone soft, higher in pitch than usual and again confused, a crease appearing between his eyebrows. "i don't understand." it was his turn to shake his head and you watched as he made his way closer, walking around the kitchen island and ignoring the keys you'd pushed his way.

"this isn't a relationship anymore, spencer. you're never here and when you are it's like i'm a second thought. you're either reading up on new things or going back over cases and by the time you remember i'm here you're already packing up to leave again."

"that's not-"

"i love you, so much but this isn't working anymore and it hurts." spencer reached out, his fingers brushing yours before tangling together, tugging you a little closer despite the look in your eyes and the shake of your head. his gaze cut into you, pressed even harder against your chest and it was almost as though you could feel the crack forming in your heart. "i can't be with someone who feels like a ghost."

"i don't.. you knew how my job worked, when we first started dating i told you it was time consuming, i told you i'd be away a lot and you said it was okay. you said we could handle it, we could make it work. i thought we were making it work."

"how can we make something work when it barely exists?"

"i-"

"when was the last time you kissed me? i mean really kissed me, spence. when was the last time we went on a date? or even spent the night in watching one of those ridiculous animal documentaries? i go to bed and you're gone, sometimes you don't even text or call, i wake up and you're still not here and i have to call jj to make sure i didn't lose you while you were halfway across the country." you drew in a breath past the lump of tears clogged at the back of your throat, gently untangled your fingers and took a step back. nausea was rolling over you in waves, spencer's eyes shining beneath the dimmed lights, soft and open, more attentive than you'd seen in months. "i knew what i was getting myself into, i thought i was okay with only having half of you but i'm not."

"i can take some time off, i have some days left over. we can-we can go away, wherever you want to go we'll go."

"spencer."

"i know i've been busier than usual these past few weeks, we've had so much going on and then hotch left and we had to figure things out. but i can call emily now and we can take a vacation."

"spencer, stop. it's more than just these past few weeks. i feel like you've been pushing me away from the start, letting me in just enough to make me happy but never enough that i was completely yours." he'd been reaching for you again, ready to cup your cheek in his hand but he stopped halfway there, his mouth twisting into a frown.

"that's not true. i love you."

"i know that but sometimes i feel like you don't love me enough. your job always comes first and that's okay, you save so many people, change so many lives and i'm so proud of you but i can't be in a relationship with someone who's never really here." you wrapped your arms around yourself, a protective gesture to stop yourself from reaching for spencer. he was watching you through lowered lashes, his brows drawn in tight, a downward curve to his mouth and the tears that were gathering in your eyes were mirrored in his. "being together like this isn't fair to either of us and maybe one day we can figure it out again but right now, it hurts more than it ever should."

"don't. i- please don't go."

"we need a break."

"i can be here more, we can fix this."

"that's not a promise you can keep, spence. i need time and space and i need you to give me that."

"but-"

"please." spencer's throat bobbed on a swallow, a tear slipping down his cheek that he swiped away the sleeve of his cardigan and you felt the sob bubbling in your chest.

"i can't lose you."

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[tinyluvs]

pookie i’m in heat again i’m humbly begging on my knees for anything spencer smut 🙏

i love that there’s no details so i can do whatever i want *mdni* we’re doing cockwarming with spencer! also it’s much longer to make up for the lack of posts recently!! mwah, enjoy, ilysm!

“i can feel you staring at me,” spencer mumbles but he doesn’t look up from his paperwork, wildly scribbling over the bits of paper that scatter over his desk in the corner of the room

your cheeks heat, he’s right, you were staring. the film you put on had been forgotten about a while ago, your attention turning to your boyfriend

“sorry,” you huff, frowning slightly as you look away from him, staring through the tv rather than at it, “when will you be done?” you whine softly

spencer’s day off has been completely consumed by work, apart from the brief breakfast you’d shared when you’d both woken up, “when i’m done,” spencer answers softly, no heat behind it

it’s not your fault you’d been staring, truly, it’s just your boyfriend looks incredible. his hair looks soft, touchable, as it falls around his face while he looks down at his work, only tilting his head back occasionally to keep his glasses from falling off

“can’t you take a break?” you ask quietly, looking at him with a slight pout, “just a little one?”

he looks up briefly, “angel,” he warns, having already told you multiple times he needs to finish his work as soon as possible, "i'll finish faster if you stop interrupting,"

loudly, you groan, turning your body so that you're laying on the sofa, your head flat against the seat cushions while your knees are bent up, knocking together gently as they block spencer from your view

you peek around your legs, jaw dropping as your boyfriend stretches, a grunt passing his lips while veins ripple over his exposed arms, a huge perk of the short sleeved tops he wears around the apartment

involuntarily, your thighs press together, the previous want of just a kiss quickly being forgotten about as it unravels into more in your mind.

a warmth builds in your stomach while a heat spreads between your legs, your eyes focusing on a particular spot on the ceiling while you whimper quietly to yourself, or so you thought

"sweetheart," spencer hums, amusement evident in his tone. you hum, not daring to look his way, "you okay?" he asks and once again, you hum quietly, "come over here,"

you shoot up, body moving before your brain and before you know it, you're across the room in seconds, rounding the desk as he rolls his chair away from it, thighs spread while he looks up at you

his hands slide over your waist, pulling you towards him until you're stood between his legs, "you sure you're okay?" he asks again, leaning back in his chair

before you can reply, one of his hands drops, slowly pushing between your thighs before sliding upwards. you gasp, your legs clenching around his wrist, "no!" you squeak, grabbing at his shoulder

slightly satisfied, spencer hums and nods, "tell me what's wrong," he pushes. you gasp again as his fingers bump at your pussy, covered by your panties and pyjama bottoms, a wet patch soaking through both layers of clothing

gently you rock forwards, "just want you," you whine, nails digging into his shoulder, your head tilting back ever so slightly while your breaths come faster, "please," you plead

spencer thinks, eyes trained on where you're shamelessly grinding your pussy over his hand, "need it that bad?" he asks, a little condescending, though now is not the time to pull him up on it

"yes,"

his hand leaves your body, his touch immediately being missed, causing you to whine, "i know," he pouts at you, his hands palming over his own cock, which, only now do you notice, is hard, tenting in his trousers

you watch as he rolls his hips upwards, his thumb catching under the waistband of his bottoms, pulling them down enough to free his cock, pre come leaking over the tip

"honey," spencer breathes hard, the hand that's not wrapped around his cock pulling at your own trousers, yanking them down your legs enough for you to step out of them. he pulls on your wrist, moving you so that you're trapped between him and the desk

he kicks your legs apart, gently, while bending you over, your hands creasing papers with the fbi crest printed on them, "spence," you whimper in anticipation, not being able to see what he's doing behind you

your body jerks as his fingers slip through your folds, spreading your slick upwards to your clit, "come back," spencer huffs as you jerk again, surging away from him. he pulls you back with a hand on your hip

"please," you cry out, every nerve in your body buzzing. his fingers circle your clit once more before he's pulling you back even further

the air gets punched out of your lungs, a noise halfway between a moan and a shout passing your lips as he pulls you back onto his cock, stretching you open in one thrust

your thighs shake, where they rest over his as you sit in his lap, your nails digging into the wood of his desk, “fuck, oh my god,” you whine

spencer grunts, one of his hands pushing and pulling on your hip, grinding you over him to get you settled on top of him, his other hand snakes around your waist, keeping you from bouncing on him like you want to

“just stay still, yeah?” spencer asks, voice low and hushed against your ear, his lips pressing against the spot just behind your earlobe that drives you crazy

his teeth graze your skin, a completely unfair move considering you have to stay still, “i don’t think i can,” you whine, clenching tightly around him, your nails moving from the desk to his thighs

your boyfriend hums, “i think you can, just for a little bit,” he kisses your temple and reaches around you, continuing to scribble on papers like he had been before

with a soft whimper, you accept your fate, sitting still on top of him, just keeping his cock warm while he works around you, as if you’re not even there

every movement he makes somehow pushes his cock slightly further into you, the tip pressing against a spot that has your thighs practically vibrating

“just a little longer,” spencer mumbles when you tilt your head back, silently willing the tears building up in your eyes, not to fall, “doing so good for me,”

the end of his pen drums against your stomach where his arm stays, trapping you in place. his hips shift cruelly, “spencer, please,”

he doesn’t answer you, simply scribbling onto a piece of paper before flipping open a file. tears spill down your cheeks, betraying you far too quickly

“you okay?” spencer asks softly, thumb brushing against your stomach while his lips press against your shoulder blade

blindly he grabs at your hand, pulling it away from his thigh and back towards your stomach, “yeah,” you sniffle, looking down at your joined hands

“are you sure?” he presses, writing and reading paused while he checks on you. gently, you nod, “i won’t be long, i promise,”

he starts to rush or at least it looks like he does, a sense of urgency taking over when he feels you leaking around him, both of your thighs coated in your slick

“nearly there,” spencer hums, separating your hands so he can jam his between your legs, fingers circling your clit lightly

your fingers wrap loosely around his wrist, your brain turning to mush while he touches you, “oh god,” you moan, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip

as your mouth opens, ready to give in, ready to beg until he gives you what you want, spencer surges forward, standing up quickly behind you

you end up bent over his desk once more, this time it’s your chest pressed against his books and files, “fuck,” you sob when he pulls out

he thrusts forwards hard, sending your hips into the edge of the desk, “feel so good around me,” he grunts, pulling hard on your hips, pulling you back onto him

truthfully, your limbs feel like jelly, the desk fully supporting your weight while spencer drags you over his cock, leaving you to just lay there and take it

“oh, ‘m so close,” you gasp, reaching behind you. his fingers tangle with yours again, settling in the dip at the base of your spine, “please, please, pl-”

spencer leans over you, peppering kisses between your shoulder blades, “come for me, angel,” he mumbles against your back

you don’t need anything more to send you over the edge, your thighs shake while an unintelligible stream of words tumble past your lips

“fuck, there you go,” spencer grunts through gritted teeth. your pussy sucks him in, tightening around him like a vice, “oh go-”

between the feeling of your wet, hot cunt and the way you’re pulsing around him, spencer comes with a deep moan, his forehead pressed to your back while his hips stutter against yours

you whimper pathetically as his come floods your cunt, filling you up in a way nothing else ever could, “oh,” you gasp, completely fucked out

spencer huffs, moving to press his lips against your temple, “you did so good for me-,” he mumbles a seemingly endless stream of praise into your ear, “i love you so much,”

“love you too,” you mumble back as you get some feeling back into your limbs. you push up from the desk, still leaning on it as you rut back against spencer slightly, “are you going to finish your work now?” you ask quietly

“no, it can wait until tomorrow now,”

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily !! send prompts to my ask box!

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a/n please tell me if you see a mistake, i tried to proofread but not sure how well i did it lol

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[blue-blvd1949]

Lollipops On Cherry Lipgloss

Spencer Reid

a/n: part 2 out now here!!!

Summary: your desk is right across from Spencer’s time to time he catches himself starting at you. Today in particular you had a new cherry lipgloss that paired perfectly with a red lollipop against your lips and a low cut shirt, he couldn’t believe his luck <3

Word count: 2314

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You didn’t know Spencer liked to look at you from across his desk and be completely mesmerized and enamored by you.

He likes, no loves the days you decide to try out new lip products from new lipsticks to lip stains and lipglosses. He always imagined you under him with your lips destroyed because of his and it being spread out and messy.

You were known in the office for always carrying candy of some sort with you and always eating candy. You were always chewing on fruity gum and sometimes eating small red vines. Yet nothing would prepare him for the view of you sucking on a lollipop with your new cherry lipgloss.

You were in deep thought working on your reports mindlessly. So was Reid or at least he was trying to, he was in deep thought about you and your lips it was definitely his favorite part about you.

In the middle of the report you instantly got out of deep thought and opened your desk drawer filled with candy and pulled out a red lollipop.

He was shocked and surprised as you rarely eat them. You took the wrapper off and placed it in your mouth tasting it instantly and a look of relief was on your face.

He got hard and it was hard to conceal it with his team surrounding him. He got his jacket and placed it on his crotch as discreetly as he can. He sunk into his seat watching you mindlessly lick and suck on the lollipop imagining it was his cock instead of the candy.

“Hey Spence” you said waving your hand on his face trying to get his attention.

“Y-Yeah sorry, what do you need” he said off guard hoping you didn’t realize how he was looking at you with pure lust.

“I have a question for cases like these when filling out the reports” you asked looking at him innocently with the candy in your mouth to the side making a bulge on your cheek.

“Yeah what’s the question?” He asked not realizing your shirt was showing the most cleavage he has ever seen on you. It was a pretty shirt, it was a white tank top with a cute bow on top sitting nicely.

“Well you see here it’s asking for… But for cases like these it’s a different situation and…” you went on asking at him leaning closer to his desk and propping your elbows on your desk showing his report to you.

Your tits were in full display for him practically begging for him. He could see your cute bra underneath the tank top as it was slightly sheer, it was light pink with white lace.

You got closer to look at the paper you were showing him pointing with your finger the section you were confused on. He took the paper off your hands as he was sinking even more into his seat if that was even possible.

“You don’t know what to write here since you… you need to move that information down here and…” as he was explaining it to you, you were listening carefully swirling the lollipop against your lips making your new lipgloss stand out. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t realize Spencer was actually very attractive when he was explaining something. His hair was slightly messy with his veiny hands pointing at your report.

You knew boy wonder was kinda cute but you paid no though to it as you always thought guys who were older than you were at least slightly cute but Spencer was different.

He was considerate and super smart, he was always aware of other peoples feelings. As you were thinking about all his good qualities and how much he would make a perfect boyfriend to him you just looked lost in thought with your mouth fixating on a candy looking extremely hot and cute at the same time.

As he was done explaining it and you thanked him a hundred times telling him to ask you for any favors he needed. He couldn’t even stand up to make himself another coffee as he was extremely hard and his pants weren’t doing much to conceal it. So he asked you for his favor.

“Hey yn can I have my favor now?” his voice was lowly that sent shivers down your spine.

“Yeah for sure, what do you need?” You said looking at him, he realized your lips were more red than he last remembered which was only 5 minutes ago.

“Could you possibly make me a coffee? I just don’t want to ruin my work flow you know” he said saving himself, he doesn’t even know what would happen if someone saw him the condition he is in now.

“Yeah totally, one coffee coming right up!” You said heading to the coffee machine on the back. He saw as your hips swayed side to side on the screen of his computer. You wore perfect jeans that were tight around your ass and thighs but loose at the bottom.

He knew it was wrong looking at you in such a way considering you were much younger than him and just finished your internship and started working 3 months ago. You were as fresh meat could possibly get at the BAU. You were a doe eyed deer on the forest surrounded by wolves ready to pounce on you any moment they could. That’s why Spencer felt some responsibly towards you, he knew how it felt but what he didn’t exactly experience was much much older colleagues with children and wives at home asking you out and flirting with you.

He felt like he wasn’t any different from them but you felt otherwise. He was your first friend at the BAU and soon will become more than that.

“Here ya go!” You said placing his hot coffee on his desk making sure to not spill any.

“Thanks yn” he said taking a sip and surprised you made it exactly how he likes it.

“Hey Spence I have another question” you said shying away but still pushing through.

“Hmmm” he said making the noise against his coffee mug.

“I was wondering if you could help me some more with my reports after work and I could pay you back with favors just like now” you asked fully expecting him to say no or that he was too busy.

“Yeah I could totally help you, I have to stay either way I need to finish my reports too!” Both of you were excited for the late night and what it could possibly bring.

The clock hit 8pm and everybody started packing up their stuff and heading home even Hotch decided to go home on time leaving you and Spencer by yourselves.

You and Spencer got your files and started heading towards the meeting room suggested by Spencer as there is more space other than your small desks.

“Ok well the first case… and I just don’t understand this part…” you said asking away your questions.

He was in the same position as before leaning down on his chair blankly staring at you, you had the same light cherry color on your lips where you reapplied the new lipgloss, and you also had another lollipop on your cheek creating yet again another bulge against it.

The room was filled with tension that you were sure was just felt by you. It was a heavy thick layer of tension but not just any tension, sexual tension like if there were some hidden feelings between both of you that neither wanted to confess which was slightly the case.

He started to realize you had some sort of feelings for him especially some sexual ones. It wasn’t that difficult to deduct, you were staring at his hands and lap that was covered by his jacket yet again. He started to feel conflicted questioning wether he should even make a move on you.

When you would finish your questions he would immediately look down pretending to look at the report and answering your question swiftly.

The process repeated 3 more times, him looking at you and answering each and every question like if his thoughts weren’t comepletely sinful.

“Well that’s all my questions! Thank you so much Spence I really do appreciate it” you said looking at him with the doe eyes that remind him of the deer.

“It’s really nothing just helping out a pretty girl like you” he didn’t even realize what he said after seeing your reaction. Those doe eyes were wide with a shocked expression. That’s when you realized the tension wasn’t all in your head.

“So have you decided on what you want me to do for you?” You asked feeling shy not knowing what he would ask for.

Spencer decided to take initiative and make a move you’ve been waiting for.

“Yeah I know what I want you to do” he said patting his lap, telling you without words to come closer.

“Oh cmon don’t be shy sit down” he said with his rock hard cock in his pants on display for you.

“I-I didn’t know you were, you were having a problem down there” you said meekly pointing at it as you were sitting horizontally on his lap.

“I’ve been like this the whole day, you just know how to get me going pretty girl” he said whispering into your ear which sent shivers. Slowly he started rubbing your thighs that were closed to easing you. His hand inching slowly to your cunt that’s all wet and puffy just for him.

You got bold and got off his lap to take off your jeans leaving yourself with just your bra, tank top, and panties. You sat back on his lap this time facing him.

“Do you want to continue?” He asked into your ear. You nodded against his neck and he knew he could continue.

He pulled back slightly to see your face and it looked better than any perverse fantasy he’s had about you. Rosy cheeks with rosy lips, his hand on your face now slowly rubbing it his thumb playing with your lips spreading your lipgloss all over your mouth and lips feeling on fire all over your body.

As his hand slowly moved from your face to your neck just sitting there resting against your heart necklace you started grinding slowly trying to create any friction for your weeping puffy cunt. It didn’t take long for him to start kissing your neck and leave big dark hickeys.

You started moaning softly and he knew he had to have you right then and there.

“S-Spence please fuck me!” you said practically begging for him.

“Don’t worry I’m getting there pretty girl” he stated right before he picked you up and laid you on the big round table.

You looked like heaven to him, he was just standing in between your legs looking down on you and couldn’t believe his eyes.

Hair all sprawled out the table looking messy, arms on your side not knowing where to put them, panties obviously drenched with your hips trying to find some sort of touch, and obviously your pretty lips begging to be kissed again.

He got to work and started kissing you again more passionately not wanting to ever let you go.

He reached a hand down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants the sound making your head fuzzy. As he took his cock out he put it on top of your stomach showing you how deep he’ll be.

“Look baby… That’s where I’ll be” he said rubbing the spot on you which is right below your belly button with his hand making you feel euphoric even though he hasn’t even been in you yet.

“Inside Spence” you cried out to him lowly going he heard you.

“I know just need to get rid of these cute panties you have” he said slowly sliding them off completely enamored with your cunt.

“God it’s so pretty baby, all wet just for me ” he said kissing your cheek almost as if congratulating you for it. He slowly rubbed your clit before entering his middle finger.

“So tight and puffy too” he said pumping it slowly.

Before you could complain again he grabbed his cock and aligned himself against you, feeling your drenched cunt ready to take him in. He started entering just the tip and it felt relieving to finally have him.

“More” you said meekly and crying into him but Spencer followed through your request and gave you more. He stood still not wanting to hurt you and for you to work at your own pace.

“All of it… please Spence all of it” you begged him, as he bottomed out you let out a yelp full of pleasure.

“You feeling okay?”

“Yeah I just want you to move” slowly rocking his hips they picked up their pace fucking you senseless on the BAU meeting table that might or might not have cum stains after using it. He grabbed your tank top and bra and pushed them up letting your tits free so he could play with them.

Moaning senseless as he sent you over the edge as your nipples were extremely sensitive, his hands were huge against you the size of him in every aspect made you go into a frenzy.

“Fuck I’m almost cumming” he said pushing his hips against yours looking like he doesn’t want to stop anytime soon.

“Inside… Cum inside please!” You said reaching your high, he let his load inside of you and watched it slowly deep out when he was still inside you.

Both of you panting against each other neither of you noticed it fall onto the carpet until the next day.

“I wanna stay like this forever with you Spence” <3

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[fxllfaiiry]

─ hits different 'cause it's you

★ pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

★ summary: spencer reid is used to being called pretty boy by everyone ─ everyone but you.

★ warnings: fluff, spencer and the reader acting like lovesick teens, co-workers to lovers, the team teasing spencer.

★ notes: I had this saved in my drafts for a long time and finally thought why not post it?? please don't mind any errors, english is not my first language.

Spencer Reid likes a lot of things. He likes books, he likes jello, but most importantly, he likes you. He could talk about you for hours, in fact, if he was given the chance to, he would. Spencer was mesmerized by everything you did, he was hopelessly, utterly, in love with you.

“Pretty boy, what are you dreaming about?” Derek’s voice jolted him out of his bubble, he looked around embarrassed remembering he was in fact surrounded by his co-workers. Everyone in the jet turned to look at him, everyone including you. Sitting next to you was making him nervous.

“Um, nothing. I was just thinking about, stuff?” He somehow magically managed to stutter out a full sentence under your gaze, god he felt pathetic.

“Reid, are you asking us or telling us?” Hotch asked looking amused.

Spencer could feel your gaze set on him, he really hoped you couldn't see how red his cheeks are. “I - I’m telling you, yeah.” How was the smartest person in the room suddenly, the dumbest?

“Come on, give pretty boy a break,” Rossi smiled. Rossi had a sixth sense when it comes to these things, he knew about Spencer’s feelings from day one, it was obvious to almost everyone, but of course not to you.

You were equally in love with him, but you would never tell Spencer that, you couldn't bare the rejection. If only you knew how smitten he was with you. You stared at his face, marvelling at how pretty he looked, oh how you would kill for those lips to be on yours.

“Was pretty boy dreaming about a pretty girl?” Emily teased. What? No. Picturing Spence with other girls made you want to throw up. If you were paying more attention rather than drowning in jealousy, you’d have noticed Spencer’s eyes darting towards you.

“Come on pretty boy, tell us who the girl is.” Curiosity was killing you, who was the lucky lady that caught Spencer Reid’s eye?

Spencer froze, you called him pretty boy? He isn't used to that at all, you usually call him Spence or boy genius, but never pretty boy. ‘Please call me that again,’ he thought to himself.

“You think I’m pretty?” The question slipped past his lips before he could stop himself. That was everyone’s queue to stop listening, they all rushed back into their conversations wanting to give you guys some privacy.

“What? Of course, I think you’re pretty, Spence.” Where did this come from all of a sudden? You thought he was the prettiest boy, you would tell him that every day if you had to.

“I mean - It’s just you never call me that…” He tried to hide his nervous state by letting out a chuckle. He almost felt sad, why didn't you call him pretty boy? He wants to be your pretty boy desperately.

You on the other hand had no idea why you didn't call him that. Note: call Spencer Reid pretty boy more often.

“Well, I’m sorry, I’ll call you pretty boy more often if you want?” Where did that sudden wave of confidence come from?

“Oh, I would like that,” Spencer mumbled. He tried to keep the smile off his face but it was useless. This feeling was better than reading with his cardigan on, on a cosy rainy day.

“You’re the prettiest boy I know, Spence. My pretty boy.” The last part was so quiet Spencer would’ve missed it if he wasn't paying attention, but fortunately, he’s always paying attention to you.

“I think you’re the prettiest too.” The two of you were acting like love-sick teenagers, but what the hell, screw that.

“Would you like to go on a date with me once we get back, Spence?” You were beaming, after years of waiting, you finally got what you wanted, and the new surge of confidence certainly helped.

“I’d love that.”

bonus !

“Garcia owes me 20 bucks” Derek whispered watching the scene unfold.

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[cerisereids]

every time i listen to now that we don’t talk, i think of spencer reid. do others see my vision…

#me adding the bottom corner pics for the layout LMAO #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fanfic #taylor swift #swifties #matthew gray gubler #mgg