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bethsvrse · 1 month
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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink
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stvrlitsky · 6 months
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Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333
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ralvezfanatic · 2 months
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y'all wanna call him daddy and want him to wreck you as if he wouldn't be the one under you whining, crying and calling YOU daddy ???
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literally just look at him ?????
like every season reid wants to be wrecked actually + no season reid will wreck u btw
erm idk if this counts as a photo dump so no tags 😓
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reidiot · 8 months
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Emily: when did you stop believing in Father Christmas?
Reid: I never believed in any fathers
Emily:
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velvetwilde · 26 days
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Daddy issues?? Me??
My comfort character is Spencer Reid, of course I have daddy issues
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snarkylinda · 10 months
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Happy father's day, never forget what they took from us.
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loislane41319 · 8 months
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First meetings
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader
Wordcount: 459
Summary: The BAU finally get to meet you and Spencer's baby girl.
Warnings: none.
Note: First of all, thank you for reading my stories. It means a lot. I'm currently not doing very well, so I don't know when I'll post next. For now enjoy this one and I'll see you at the next one!
P.s. I was wondering if Spencer would let anyone hold his baby without washing their hands first, because of his germophobia. Let me know what you think!
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One by one the members of the BAU dripped into the bullpen. The room was unusually quiet as none of them spoke a word. Their last case had been a gruesome one and it hadn’t ended well. Suddenly JJ spoke up: “Guys, I think there’s someone in the conference room.” Her colleagues started mumbling in agreement after noticing the silhouette behind the glass window. “Is that Reid?” Derek asked as they walked towards the room. Emily, who was in front, opened the door, answering her colleague: “Not just Reid.” She said and as the team members entered they noticed who exactly had intruded into their space. Dr. Spencer Reid, his wife and their beautiful baby girl.
Penelope and JJ immediately sandwiched you and your daughter, while the others started catching up with Reid. “So, how’s motherhood treating you?” JJ asked you. “Well, I haven’t slept in a month and I’m pretty sure these were the last clean clothes in our house, but honestly… I wouldn’t change it for the world. This little angel is everything we've always wanted.” You told your friend, looking lovingly at your daughter. “Well, if you need a night off, there are six people in this room who would love to look after this pretty little peanut for you.” Penelope told you. You just smiled at her thankfully. “And how’s Spencer?” JJ then asked. “I will tell you all about that, after I use the lady’s room.” You told her and you walked away, leaving your baby in the safety of her father’s arms.
Derek Morgan couldn’t help but smile proudly at the young genius as he looked at the little girl in his arms. “Pretty boy, looks like there’s actually someone prettier than you now.” Derek said. Spencer just smiled. “Hey, you mind if I hold her?” The older agent then asked. “Sure” Spencer says and carefully lays his daughter in his colleague’s arms. “Hi there, pretty girl, how are you doing?” Derek asks in a baby voice as he softly bounces the little girl up and down. Suddenly she starts crying. “Oh, sounds like she needs her dad.” Derek says and hands her back to Spencer, who immediately starts soothing her. “Hey angel, it’s okay. I know big, bald, muscly agent Morgan seems scary, but it’s just uncle Derek. He won’t hurt you, he can be your own personal bodyguard when you need him.” The young father tells his daughter as the little girl slowly calms down.
Once she’s quiet, Spencer noticed the conversations around him had also quieted down. “What?” He asks his colleagues. “Nothing kid, fatherhood just looks really good on you.” Rossi tells him, causing Spencers cheeks to turn a bright shade of red.
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Spencer spending all of 4x7 trying to pin the murder on his dad.
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blue-jay17 · 1 month
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forevermoreale · 1 month
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“I can't believe my mind
The boy is divine”
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mollymooo · 4 months
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Cupid, Send Help!
Spencer Reid x GN!Reader
Summary: Ahh, young love! Is what everyone in the BAU would say if either of you realized the other also had feelings.
an: IDIOTS IN LOVE YES YES YES if yall have any ideas send them my way im in a writing mood also there is a slight mention of y/ns eye color my bad gang
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Garcia thought she was going to rip out her hair.
It had been a month since I had spilled the beans to Penelope about my small, tiny crush on Reid.
Ok maybe it wasn’t so small.
“Ask him out!” She leaned back in her chair as I nearly choke on my tea
“Absolutely not! He doesn’t even like me like that! Also do you realize how unprofessional that is! Not to mention the amount of paperwork and explaining there’d be. Plus, no one in-“ I’m suddenly cut off when Penelopes warm hands are planted on my cheeks with a firm squeeze
“Hun, I love you dearly but cupid needs to shoot you square in between the eyes.” She pats me on the back as I dejectedly head back to my desk. I notice Spencer leaning over Morgan and the sudden quick smacks to Spencer’s shoulder when I made eye contact with him.
“Yep! Thanks for the help Reid!” Morgan’s eyes snap back to his computer as he clicks around a few times and pulls up some bullshit article
“Anytime!” Spencer quickly stalks back to his desk and tucks his head behind his computer as I sit down at my desk across from Spencer, observing the exchange between the two
“What’d you help with?” I look over his computer to a hunched down Spencer with a tint of red across his face
“Oh, you know! Just some… work… stuff.” He coughed slightly and the blush only got worse as he spoke, a loud slap could be heard through the bullpen as Morgan face palmed at Spencer’s weak excuse
“…Right.” My eyes darted back to Morgan who shrugged slightly and went back to his work
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I groaned slightly and rubbed my hands over my eyes. This is the 5th time this week my favorite mug has been placed on the highest shelf in the kitchen that I can’t reach. I reach up again and strain to reach but before I could reach it I notice a hand grab it and place it in my reach at last
I smile and spin around to be met with Spencers brown eyes, suddenly very aware of the lack of distance between us.
“Thanks!” A blush blossoms on my face as he takes the biggest step back from me and plays with a button on his shirt. He stutters a bit before saying something along the lines of “Your welcome” and quickly walks away
“You have to be kidding me.” I watch Penelope walk over to me and dramatically fall in my arms, nearly knocking my mug out of my hands “All my hard work to make it romantic, ruined! All because Reids IQ drops when he’s around pretty girl!”
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I can feel eyes on me.
Spencer had been staring at me for the last 20 minutes, at least.
“Take a photo it’ll last longer” I smile slyly as I look up and make eye contact with him directly, but instead of him shyly looking away his eyebrows knot slightly
“Your eyes have a little green in them.” His head tilts slightly “And your mouth parts when you’re focused, just slightly.”
“Dr. Reid, are you flirting with me?” He doesn’t look away. His gaze looks even more focused while he studies my face like it’s the last time he’d look at it
“I’ve been trying too for a while.” He mutters before quickly realizing just exactly what he admitted
“Really? Wanna elaborate on that?” I giggle as his face bursts into a red haze
“I mean.. well, you’re very attractive and your personality only adds to that! There’s no reason why I wouldn’t like you..”
“Spencer.”
“You let me ramble and never made me feel bad for doing so.”
“Spencer..”
“Your incredibly sweet, and not to mention funny too-“
“Spencer!” He looks up from the spot on his desk he was staring at “Do you wanna get dinner after work?”
“Yes. Please.. I’d like that a lot.” His dopey smile takes over his face as you giggle
“Yes!” Penelope slaps a hand over her mouth as she watches your interaction from the balcony “You owe me $10 Morgan!” She points to Derek who groans
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gublersg1rl · 2 months
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to be a good daughter.
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plot: reader texts her dad who she is not on speaking terms with, his response makes her feel many different emotions, and a want to isolate herself. spencer attempts to comfort her through these rough times.
warnings ⚠️ : reader is referred to as a girl, no age specified but reader mentions studying (university you weirdos), implied nonsexual shower (but you can choose if it's sexual idc), established relationship, daddy issues, no use of y/n, proofread but could 100% have mistakes, mentions of narcissism, a little bit angsty, reader is stubborn at first cuz why not, could be missing stuff but oh well
A/N: HIIII, i posted abt me texting my father and ppl told me it was relatable so instead of going to therapy like a normal person i wrote this!! i don’t know if this is weird??? a venting fanfic but i got a couple people tell me they wanted it soooo here we are,,,,i tried to make the issue of why reader and her dad stopped talking loose and up to you but i don’t know if succeeded,,,kinda got carried away !
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You sat in bed, back pushed against the headboard, knees to your chest. Sitting in complete silence with no lights, except for the cracks of dawn gleaming through your half-open blinds. However, you feel contradicted by your fondness of the silence. Your energy was completely drained to nothingness, while simultaneously loathing the way your mind could not be distracted.
You didn’t have much time to contemplate whether you liked sitting with your thoughts as your brain got preoccupied by the sounds of keys opening the door. It was your boyfriend, you knew he’d be home soon but you lost track of time, sitting in your regret as you could hear his failed endeavors at being quiet, a useless attempt in not waking you.
At last, the bedroom door finally opened, and an outline of your boyfriend filled the doorframe. “You're awake—?” Spencer asked, his voice slightly surprised with an element of concern.
You give him a small nod, “I am,”
Although your response was short, and unengaging due to your lack of desire to want to be conversing right now, you were glad if you were talking to anyone at this moment, it was him.
“I texted you after I got off the plane.”
“My phones on do not disturb.”
“Angel, we talked about this. I don't like you having your—”
“I was studying, Spencer.” You say before another word can leave his mouth.
A little taken aback by your successful attempt to cut his safety speech short, he quickly shakes it off because it doesn't take a profiler to see you are upset.
“Okay,” he surrenders, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “What's going on?” Spencer questioned, taking one of your hands in his, and caressing his thumb up and down your skin comfortingly.
Your pupils dart to trace his hands taking in yours. As much as you want to be isolated, the comfort feels better than you convinced yourself it would. Regardless, you still feel this inexplicable urge to shield yourself. Maybe because talking about it makes it more real. Something you so desperately didn't want to be true.
You push your lips together, shrugging your shoulders, “Nothing wrong, just couldn't sleep, I guess.”
Spencer examined your movements before replying. “We don't have to talk about it, but I do not want you to lie to me. I respect if you would rather not talk about how you feel, even if I think you should. If you don't want to, I won't push you. All I ask is you be honest with me about how you feel, okay?”
And with that, tears drown your vision. “Why the fuck do you think I'm lying?” you say as if the only defense to your vulnerability is being hostile.
Your reaction alone was enough for him to get the answer he ought for. “I'm going to go take a shower, I'll let you have alone time,” Spencer stated deciding it was better to not edge you on anymore, before getting up from your shared bed.
“Wait—“ you quickly say, hand attempting to pull him back. “I'm sorry,” all efforts at putting up your ‘I don't care’ facade are now perished. “I don't want you to leave.” is soon also added to your apology.
“Okay, I'm here,” Spencer said softly, coming to standing at the side of the bed, as you moved in front of him, sitting on your knees.
Your arms wrap around his neck, embracing his now-accepted comfort. “I'm sorry,” you whisper again, pulling yourself up to bury your face in the crook of his neck.
“Shh, baby I know, it's okay.” He answered back hands now squeezing your waist gently.
the tears you repressed for hours, finally all come out. You sob into his skin, as Spencer just holds you. “I’m so stupid…” you manage to get out.
“Don't say that,” he whispered.
“I am,” you respond pulling back to look up at him with teary eyes.
His hands wipe away your tears, “You are not stupid, why would you ever say that?”
“I texted my dad,” you confess to him, leaning your head against his hand.
“I know.”
You give him a puzzled stare, shaking your head narrowly. “What?”
“Well,” He said pushing some loose hair behind your ear, “I knew you had been contemplating it for a while. So, when I saw you were upset I made the assumption you finally went for it.”
“Then why did you ask me what happened?”
“I'd like to believe you'll come to me when you're ready. Just because I know something doesn't mean you're ready to talk about it, but when you are, I'm here. I'm always here.”
“Do you think that makes me weak?”
“That you're not ready?”
“That I texted him,”
“No, of course not angel.”
His fingers gently brushed through your hair as he pondered ideas of what to say next, “I think that makes you empathetic, even if you shouldn't be.”
“It's not empathy Spencer, I hate my dad. I hate everything he put me through, I hate the fact I can't escape it—” tears gloss your eyes once again, “I hate that even when I don't talk to him, and I distance myself from his— emotional abuse. He's right there. He's in my head. And-, and I just want to be a good daughter…” and with those last couple of words, tears plunge out from your eyes, glistening as they fall.
Almost robotically Spencer is quick to wipe the moisture collecting on your cheeks, and chin with his thumb. “You are a good daughter, my love.” he coos reassuringly. “But let's say in a hypothetical world where you aren't, do you really owe your father a good daughter after all he's done to you?”
“I just wanted an apology,” You dismiss his question because the answer is not something you want to admit right now. “But instead I was the one who was apologizing, I just— sat in bed. Staring at my phone, as he went on, and on about how much I hurt him,” Your hands desperately claw at his shirt for support, tears begging to be spilled. “But— he hurt me, Spencer, he hurt me.” taking in a deep breath, you continue. “But I just sat there, as he attempted to gaslight and manipulate me, and I'm not stupid I knew. I knew Spencer. I knew what he was doing. And like an idiot, I just apologized. All I could say was I'm sorry. And to some extent, it's true—” You pause to let out a sigh, “I feel selfish, my dad is a narcissist who is incapable of understanding his faults and I'm punishing him for that. I know he's hurting because of me, and even if he's in the wrong he can’t see that.”
“That is not true,” Spencer responded almost immediately making your tight grip on his white button-up loosen. “There are many people who suffer from the same issues as your father, who do not act the way he does. Your asks of him are simple, but he refuses to better himself for you. You can’t blame yourself for his actions, or the way he feels right now, because he did that to himself. It’s not right for you to bash yourself over not being a good daughter when he never did the job of being a good father. You are a great daughter for wanting him to better himself, he’s a bad father for making you feel guilty for that. So please, don’t ever call yourself selfish, stupid, or an idiot, because I am so incredibly proud of you, and everything you've accomplished.”
Tears trickle down your face, looking up at him as you soak in every word he says. “I love you,” are the only words you can manage to get out.
“I love you too sweetheart,” he said softly. “But it is late, and you need rest. Okay?”
You nod, eyelashes battering as you realize just how tired you truly are. “Okay,” you repeat back.
“I'm going to go take a shower now, I'll meet you in bed soon.”
“Spence,” you whine grabbing his hand.
He sighs, with a smile knowing exactly what you were insinuating. “Okay, fine. Come on, let's go.”
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crimimnal-mineds-part2 · 11 months
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Reid: my coworker’s kids are great, they’re cute kids
Reid: but they’re also assholes.
Reid: for example, once when hotch asked me to watch Ben, he came home with a gift for Ben
Reid: Ben looks at me and goes, “that’s what parental affection looks like, if you were wondering.”
Reid: I was bullied all throughout childhood, but that was a truly gutting remark
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gatogotica · 3 months
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psych is actually so fucked up for the mommy issues they gave shawn. like idolizing her for so so long simply based on the fact she’s not henry (which is a whole other can of worms). she’s never in a single childhood flashback. she’s never mentioned even off-handedly. nobody calls her when shawn got shot, or really any of the other countless times shawn was hurt or in danger. like she sincerely in every sense of the word was a deadbeat and shawn refused to allow himself to see it because he had to hold on to the belief he had his mom to cling to because, again, she wasn’t his dad
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snarkylinda · 1 year
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Do you ever think Spence and Rossi ever had those random dinners out cause the rest of the team actually has a life or try to have one but they....kind of don't? later on the show, like they did on Gatekeeper??
And if so, I am sure that in any random moment when having dinner is all "So I'll take the carbonara, what about you" "Is wild how you are the only dad that hadn't walked away from me yet." *Chokes on whine* "SPENCER MY FUCKING GOD-"
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