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reidsaurora · 9 months

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Hi hi hi I’ll take one leo birthday cake because we are leo baby twins with the prompt “you bought me flowers?” And Spence as a character. But since we are leo babies can I add a sprinkle of enemies to lovers co-workers??

grecy love, i am so so sorry this took so long to post 😭 i had every intention of posting this on your birthday and then writer's block happened and depression happened and health problems happened and it was a whole thing 😭💔 but i hope you enjoyed what i whipped up!! 🫶🏻

"Birthday Bouquet" ~ S. Reid

pairing: autistic!spencer reid x gn!reader

summary: "of two things you were certain: the first, you couldn't stand spencer reid; the second, he was the only person who remembered your birthday."

word count: 1,516

warnings: a lil angsty with a hint of miscommunication trope, mild swearing, i believe that's all!

genre: angst to fluff

extra notes: the end of this was rushed i won't lie, i pray you can all forgive me for that lol; the dividers in this post are from @anlian-aishang as always 🫶🏻

beta read by: @theghouligan and @dungeons-are-too-cold (love you both so so much 🥰)

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🧁 Leo Baby Birthday Cake - send me a character + a prompt from this list and i'll write you a blurb!

Of two things you were certain: the first, you couldn't stand Spencer Reid; the second, he was the only person who remembered your birthday.

You tried to cut your colleagues some slack. You were away on a case, after all. Everyone was probably busy dealing with their own shit, not to mention how rough it had been the past 48 hours working on the case. But still, not a single person had so much as wished you a happy birthday, and it wasn't until he caught you alone at the hotel that Spencer said anything.

After a long day of geographical profiling and visiting dump sites, all you wanted was to take a long shower and sleep as much as you could before another long day tomorrow.

At this point, you weren't sure if you even cared about your own birthday anymore. A full night's sleep was the only thing on your birthday wishlist currently. But when you walked into your hotel room and spotted that vase of red and white tulips, your jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

Clearly, someone had remembered, you just weren't sure who. So, naturally, you picked up the card, brows furrowing as you registered the all-too-recognizable chicken scratch handwriting on the back of it.

"These variegated flowers are one in a hundred thousand, but you are the only one of your kind. Happy birthday." - S. R.

Your heart flipped as you processed the words, a happy but surprised tear threatening to fall from your eye.

"Do you normally leave your door open for strangers?"

You turned to face Spencer, his signature sideways smile tugging at his lips. "You bought me flowers?" you asked in shock, your eyes meeting his.

He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. "I did," he admitted, eyes darting away shyly, "Happy birthday."

The exhaustion of the day must've had you unsure how to properly respond, because the next thing you knew, you were forcing back tears that were beginning to sting behind your eyes, and motioning him into your room. After he closed the door, you spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper. "You know, you're the only person who's told me that today."

His sideways smile quickly turned into a frown. "I'm sorry, Y/N." From what you could tell, he seemed sincere, which felt strange since he otherwise seemed to hate your guts.

You simply shrugged, deciding the pain was easy enough to deal with without his help. "I can't believe you remembered."

He gave a soft nod of his head. "Of course I remembered."

"I honestly thought you'd be the last person to remember. Although, you do have that eidetic memory, so-"

"I remembered," he corrected. "Actually remembered. I made a conscious effort to remember."

Your brows furrowed, confusion swirling around in your mind and muddling your thoughts. You wondered why Spencer, your sworn enemy, would take the time to remember your birthday? Why would he allow even the smallest of crevices in his brain to be consumed by thoughts of you?

"What? I thought you hated me…" your voice trailed off, your eyes darting to look at the flowers, the ground, anywhere but his gaze.

You could almost hear the hurt and confusion in his voice when he spoke again. "I never hated you. If anything, I always thought you hated me."

You sighed, figuring you might as well tell him the truth. "I did. I mean, you're always correcting me. You won't even look at me half the time. I don’t think you’ve ever accepted one of my hugs or even a handshake for that matter. And just last week, when I tried to offer you one of my crackers from the vending machine, you looked like you were gonna throw up. I mean -"

"Y/N," he said with a soft chuckle. Your gaze shot up to meet him and that familiar look of discomfort took over his expression.

"Why are you laughing?" you asked, confusion racing through your mind.

"Because," he laughed again, a little louder this time, "I never hated you, Y/N. I just… I'm autistic."

You looked away again with slow blinks, burying your face in your hands. Embarrassment and guilt filled your gut, and you were honestly unsure how you hadn't connected the dots sooner. "I'm such an ass."

He pulled your hands away from your face, and you were quite shocked, considering how much the man hated physical touch. "It's okay. You couldn't have known. I don't really tell anybody because some people think it'll slow them down on the field or in the office."

A pout formed on your lips at the thought. Sure, you were sworn enemies with the man—or so you'd thought—but you could never imagine someone being mean to him like that.

Your hands fidgeted as you thought about what to say next, but if you had to be truthful, you weren't really sure what you could say. You wanted to kick yourself for being an ass, for creating an environment where Spencer felt like he couldn’t be open with you. But mostly, you currently wanted to kick yourself for noticing how pretty he looked at that moment.

"You still there?" he chuckled, hands sliding into his pockets.

Your shoulders shrugged again as you brought yourself back to reality. "Yeah," you answered, probably a little too quickly. "Um, thank you for the flowers, they're lovely."

In a couple swift motions, you were all but shoving him out of your room. "Wait-" he began to protest as you started to close the door.

"It's late, we should sleep. Not together!" you panicked over your words. "I just mean we should both get some sleep before the flight home tomorrow. In our own respective rooms. Our respective rooms in this hotel, that is. Obviously you can't go home and rest in your bedroom. That's what the flight is for!" With every word that flew out of your mouth, you cringed harder. Finally, you settled on telling him, "Good night, Reid," before finally getting him out the door.

Your back rested against the now closed door, fingers sifting through your hair as you attempted to collect your thoughts.

Why would you think Spencer of all people was attractive all of a sudden? Up until two minutes ago, you thought he hated you. Up until two minutes ago, you hated him too.

Or maybe that's just what you'd been telling yourself…

A subtle tap against the door had you coming up for air yet again. You made a mental note to tell your therapist about your sudden bout of brain fog.

As he did before, Spencer stood on the other side of the door, hands fidgeting and eyes struggling to maintain contact with yours.

"Can I kiss you?" he all but blurted out.

Either this was a dream or your ears deceived you. There was no way Spencer Reid, the guy who wouldn't even shake hands with people, wanted to kiss you. Or wanted to kiss you. "What?"

"You just… you look really pretty and you seem nervous, and kissing actually produces endorphins, which help relax the body. Although, I guess hugging works the same way, but kissing spreads less pathogens than hugging, and- now I'm rambling, aren't I?"

He must've caught the nervous giggle you were struggling to hold back. "Yeah, you do that a lot. But it's okay. It's kind of endearing."

His face went fully red at your comment. "So… is that a yes?"

You gave him a nod, though you couldn't shake the anxiety in the pit of your stomach. Your hands moved to his cheeks, pulling him down for a slow kiss. It felt like electricity pumping through your veins, butterflies swirling around in your tummy, and just about every other cliche you could think of. His kiss was intoxicating, and if you hadn't needed to come up for air, so to speak, you probably would've stayed there like that all night.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. "Woah," he exhaled with all the amazement of a kid at an amusement park.

"Woah," you copied. You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your lips. "I can't believe that just happened."

"Me either," he admitted with a nervous shrug. "But… I wouldn't mind doing it again."

You let out a shaky exhale, resting your forehead against his. "Well, for future reference, you don't have to ask. That was… woah."

"So, I can just-"

Without warning, he pulled you in for another kiss, and the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach multiplied tenfold.

He pulled away, scratching at the back of his neck. "Sorry. I just really enjoyed that."

You gave him a soft smile as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer for a soft hug. "I did too."

"So I can just keep kissing you? Over and over? As much as I want?"

You nodded against his chest. "That's the plan now, I guess."

"Woah."

You giggled against him, warmth filling you from head to toe. "Woah, indeed."

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hornyhornyhimbos · 1 year

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pov: spencer is absolutely in love with you, but he loves your pussy almost as much ♡

18+ duh, 1.4K words whoopsies, sub!spencer reid x dom!afab!reader, mommy kink bc i said so, oral fem!receiving, cowgirl activities, nicknames (mommy; baby/good boy), probably more oops, inspired by this post by @radiant-reid

no one would have ever suspected spencer reid—the innocent one, the one who never had time for relationships—to be so pussy-drunk he can't even form words. rarely forms thoughts, other than when he's thinking about your pussy.

and yet...

the second most people walked in the front door after a long day at work, they'd find themselves tossing off their shoes and sprawling out on the couch with a glass of wine. but not spencer.

spencer was practically throwing off his shoes, most likely missing the bin, and slipping off his jacket, placing it somewhere in the general vicinity of the coat rack.

you found yourself in the kitchen, finishing up the last of dinner, thinking about the freshly chilled champagne in the fridge. two hands slithered around your waist, catching you off guard, while a pair of lips met the crook of your neck.

a smirk appeared on your lips. "i don't remember leaving the door open for pedro pascal."

he let out a chuckle. "har har, very funny," he mumbled into your exposed shoulder.

his hands traveled from your hips, up your stomach, and you already knew where this was going. still, you allowed him to continue, his lips sucking softly on your bare skin and his hands moving from your belly to your breasts.

"spencer," you started, "dinner."

"i was thinking," he said, pausing to rub his thumbs over your tank top covered nipples, "we could do things backwards tonight. dessert first, then dinner."

a smirk appeared on your lips. how could you say no to that?

most nights were like this. after he found you, spencer was like a horny teenager—lived off the feeling and taste of your pussy. he'd trudge through the front door, practically attacking your cunt with kisses before he ever even said hello to you.

the two of you stumbled down the hall to your bedroom, his hand slipping inside your underwear before you'd even opened the bedroom door. "so wet already," he teased.

you tossed him back on the bed, fumbling to undo his pants and pull him out of his boxers. you went glassy-eyed as you looked at his cock, your mouth nearly watering at how pretty and pink it was. "not like you can say anything, hmm?" you teased back, swiping a finger over the pre-cum that had gathered on the end of it.

he let out a sigh, your hands soft and mesmerizing as they slid up and down his cock, just the way he needed it.

"not so fast, i want my fair share first," he practically begged, pushing your lounge shorts and panties down to your ankles.

you rolled your eyes, cocking an eyebrow upward. "that's not how good boys ask for things, now is it?"

he forced himself to look away from your puffy cunt, licking his lips at the mere thought of your essence. "can i please taste you first?"

"you can if you're a good boy and use your manners," you instructed.

he cleared his throat, crawling onto his knees and looking up at you through innocent, brown, doe eyes. "can i please taste you first, mommy?"

a smirk appeared on your lips as you leaned down to kiss him, a soft peck that only lasted long enough to have him craving more. "good boy. you may taste me first."

he gripped your waist and flipped you around, pushing you down lightly on the california king. he stood before kneeling in front of you, immediately diving into your pussy. "mmm," he hummed, like he'd just eaten the tastiest meal in the world.

you let out a hot breath as he suckled on your clit, your hands slipping into his curls and tugging at them lightly. "so good, baby," you sighed, your chest heaving up and down in that little black tank top, your bare nipples poking through the material.

"tastes so good, mommy," he said after pulling away for a split second. but as soon as his sentence was finished, he went right back in, spit dripping from his lips into your hole.

his tongue worked at all the places you needed it most, your legs already struggling to stay spread open as your first orgasm came closer. "s-spence!" you shouted out, your grip on his hair tightening.

he didn't say anything, just quizzically looked up at you through dark eyelashes, his eyes filled with slight worry that he'd done something wrong.

"oh, fuck!" you screamed, your veins burning as your pleasure approached. "don't stop, pleasepleaseplease!"

he slipped a finger inside you as his tongue went back to focusing on your bud, kitten licks attacking your cunt just the way you needed them.

"hnnnnggg, God, spencer!" you cried out as bliss overtook your body, your essence spilling all over his tongue.

his mouth didn't leave your core once as you rode out your high, your hips practically humping his face. he didn't care though, all he was focused on was tasting every last drop you had to offer him. he slipped a second finger inside you, working at your spongy spot, which only made you moan that much more.

you weren't the least bit surprised when you had to physically pull him away from your cunt, his mouth turned downward as you did so. "please, baby, i need you this time. ok?"

he didn't say anything, just nodded before moving to his usual spot on the bed. a good relationship is all about compromise—he gets to eat your pussy, you get to ride his dick. simple enough.

you pulled his boxers out of the way, watching how his thick cock slapped against his stomach. you leaned down, opening your mouth, watching as your drool mixed with his, sliding your hand down to cover him with a mix of spit and pre-cum.

the only he could manage to get out was a short, "please," before you sank down onto him, slowly easing yourself down until his balls rested against your ass. "you ready, baby?" you asked, slowly moving yourself around on him.

he shook his head quickly before opening his mouth, sliding the two fingers that previously sat deep inside you into his mouth, sucking hard on them before nodding.

you rode him like your life depended on it, moaning obscenities every time his balls would slam against you, suddenly regretting your decision to not suck him off first instead. his mushroom head pounded into you, brushing your g-spot every time. "oh, God, baby!" you screamed out, your head thrown back in that pure euphoria only spencer could provide you with.

he groaned around his own fingers, a filthy sight you could bask in all day. he whimpered, and you weren't so sure those weren't tears forming in his eyes.

"that's it, baby, right-fuck-right there!" you screamed out and he brushed against your sensitive spot again. his opposite hand reached under your shirt for your boob, pinching your nipple in just the right way.

his cum shot through you, and just like it always did, it took you off guard. spencer came more than anyone else you'd ever met, taking at least twice as long to empty all of his seed into you. so much so that it overflowed, dripping down your thighs.

you came not long after, feeling his dick twitch inside you as your walls pulsed around him. "oh, baby, feels s-so good!" you screamed, riding him for all he's worth.

you slowly pulled yourself off of him, lying down beside him and attempting to catch your breath. but, you should've known he wasn't quite finished yet, as he moved down to your core again, drinking up every last bit of your cum and his cum that had mixed together.

a third and final orgasm washed over you as he worked his tongue in and out of your greedy hole. you couldn't form words yourself this time, just deep gasps as your hands tugged at his curls.

he pulled you in for a silent kiss, an absolutely pornographic scene as cum trailed from his mouth into yours, the taste of mixed juices tasting absolutely wonderful and vulgar as your tongues molded together.

you pulled away first, a pout sitting tightly on his lips. he pulled your shirt over your head before trailing kisses from your lips, down your neck, and ending on your previously neglected nipple, sucking it much in the same fashion as he had your cunt not ten minutes prior.

"ohhh," you breathed out, running your fingers through his now sweat matted hair. "go again, baby?"

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triptuckers · 7 months

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working from home - spencer reid

Request: nope Pairing: spencer reid x reader Summary: spencer works from home to take care of you when you're sick Warnings: mentions of sickness Word count: 841 A/N: in honour of me getting covid in OCTOBER 2023 (the sheer AUDACITY of this bitch) and feeling Like Shit, here's a fluffy spencer fic

you rarely got sick and when you did, it usually wasn't that bad. as a result, you almost never call in sick. most of the times, you just take a few painkillers and head to work anyway.

this time, it was actually spencer who called in sick on your behalf.

you hadn't eaten a lot of dinner, assuring spencer it wasn't his fault. that the food was delicious, but you just weren't that hungry. spencer, being the sweet boyfriend that he is, immediately got worried. you told him you were okay, that you probably just needed some sleep.

the next morning the two of you got a call from emily, telling you there was a case. while spencer was talking to emily on the phone, he tried to nudge you awake. but when he hung up, you were still fast asleep.

spencer rolled over and nudged you again, a little harder this time. then he noticed you were radiating warmth. after laying the back of his hand on your forehead, he was quick to conclude you had a fever, so he decided to let you sleep.

he called emily, who agreed to let you stay at home. spencer would assist the team in any way he could from home, while they flew to seattle to solve the case.

after a couple of hours, spencer hears movement coming from the bedroom. he looks up from his desk to see you shuffling into the room, still in your pyjamas and your eyes half-closed.

'hi sweetheart.' he says.

'hi.' you say, walking over to where he's sitting.

you take a look at the papers scattered on the desk and frown.

'what's this all about?' you say.

'oh, it's the case we're working on.' says spencer, reaching out to loosely wrap his arm around your waist.

'we have a case? why are we still at home then?' you say.

'because you're sick. so we're staying home.'

'what? no, I can work. I'll just get some tea and a painkiller. give me a few minutes while I take a shower.'

you start to walk toward the bathroom but spencer pulls you back.

'y/n, you're sick. you have a fever. I know you don't like cancelling on work, but you need to rest. you'll only make it worse if you exhaust yourself.' says spencer.

'but I want to help them.' you say.

'you'll help them on the next case. when you feel better.'

'wait. if I'm sick, how come you're also at home? shouldn't you be with the team?'

'I already took care of it with emily. I'm staying home to take care of you.'

'spencer! you know you don't have to do that.'

'we've talked about this, y/n. it's what we do for each other. I can help the team just fine from here. now, are you hungry?'

you shrug. 'not really.'

'how are you feeling? nauseous? sore throat? I know you have a fever, that's for sure.' says spencer.

'a headache. and yeah, sore throat. I just feel like shit.' you say.

'why don't you go back to bed, and I'll get you some tea and painkillers?'

for a moment, you want to protest, but then you agree. spencer is right. as much as you want to help the team, you have a fever and you need to rest.

'alright.' you say, heading back to the bedroom.

spencer takes his time to make your tea just how you like it. by the time he brings it to you, you're already asleep. even though he can feel you still have a fever, you're shivering from the cold. he pushes the blanket down a bit to cool you down, and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

just as he walks back to his desk, his phone starts to buzz. the screen lights up, telling him it's emily who is calling. he briefly glances back at your sleeping figure in bed before picking up.

'hi emily, what's up?'

'hey reid, how's y/n?'

'taking a nap for now, but she's so cold she's shivering in her sleep even though she still has a fever. she really got it bad. I think it's only a matter of time before I get sick as well.'

'well, give her our love, will you?'

'will do. any updates on the case?'

'that's actually why I'm calling you. we found some quotes on a piece of paper, looks like poetry or a book. we were hoping you would recognise it.'

'send it over, I'll have a look.'

'will do, talk to you later.'

'bye.'

spencer hangs up and gets up from his seat behind his desk. he walks over to the bed. you’re fast asleep, but still shivering a bit.

'get some rest, sweetheart, you deserve it.' he whispers to you, even though he knows you most likely won't hear him.

but as he walks away, he hears you. very softly, you thank him.

spencer smiles and walks to his desk to take a look at the quotes emily sent over.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 1 year

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omg i love crochet!reader making spence a sweater, but i do feel like spencer would be very very adamant that it only happen after they get married cuz he believes in the sweater curse.

with his mismatched socks he seems superstitious, and basically the sweater curse is you cant make a sweater for your partner if you are unmarried cuz it like "unravels" the relationship lol

he would be so superstitious and I love it because it's so unexpected since he's so logical.

Okay but what if Crocheter!Reader knows this superstition that Spencer has and wants to encourage him to propose.

Like the conversation would happen something like this I think.

Spencer carefully inspects the intricately crocheted sweater in his hands. The dark brown and sage green colors crocheted in an argyle pattern are perfectly designed for him. He feels his heart pang at the gesture, feeling like he's finally important enough to someone to warrant such a wonderfully thoughtful gift.

"I love it, baby." Spencer says, gently folding the sweater vest in his lap. "It's so beautiful. You're so talented. But," he says, knowing to trend lightly as to not hurt her feelings.

"But, what, Spence?" She asks, "Is it not the right size? I made sure to swipe that purple one for size reference. It fits you perfectly."

"No, no, it's not that. It's just the curse. You know. The one about giving your partner crocheted or knitted gifts. It's supposed to unravel the relationship." He explains, his cheeks blushing as he speaks.

"Oh right, I forgot," Y/N says, clearly feigning forgetfulness.

"I wouldn't want to take any chances with our relationship. It's not that I'm superstitious, it's just I'm....careful." Spencer explains again. "Even though it's the most beautiful sweater ever."

Y/N takes in Spencer's words with a bemused expression. She smirks, knowing what she's about to say will either send him into cardiac arrest or escalate things quicker than they'd imagine it would go.

"Well if you don't want to wear the sweater because we aren't married, maybe you should do something about that then, Spence."

“Well maybe I will,” Spencer retorts, a similarly dorky smirk plastered to his face. He leans over and kisses Y/N on her cheek, “But it really is a beautiful sweater, Mrs. Reid.”

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reidscanehand · 2 years

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❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜ and ❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜ for spencer from the prompts please !!!

i hope you’re doing good 😌💗

I'm doing well, sweet pea, and I'm only wishing the best for you, too xx

It’s the middle of the night when Spencer awakens. At first he blinks into the darkness unsure of what woke him up. Then he feels you trembling next to him and hears your whimpers.

“Hey,” he whispers, unsure, “baby, what’s wrong?”

When you don’t answer, it confirms you’re still asleep. He leans over to the nightstand and turns on the lamp, horrified to see your brows furrowed, mouth taut, jaw clenched in distress. He reaches out and begins to shake you gently.

“Honey,” he attempts at normal volume, “you gotta wake up. Baby, it’s just a dream, come on.”

Thankfully your eyes shoot open, only to fill with tears that start to run down your cheeks.

“Sweetheart,” Spencer mumbles, sitting up and pulling you to his chest, a protective arm wrapped around your shoulder. He lets you cry it out for a while, your tears hot and wet against his t-shirt. He rubs his hand up and down your back, scratching lightly with his fingernails, trying desperately to ground you.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asks as your tears slow and turn to sniffles and muffled whimpers.

“No,” you rasp into his chest.

Spencer sighs understandingly, “You know you’ll feel better if you do.”

There’s a pause on your end before you turn your face out of his chest and look up at him, “Now’s not the moment to use my words against me, Spence.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he replies, booping your nose, “can’t help but use your words when they’re so wise.”

There’s a semblance of a smile on your lips that’s gone too quickly for his liking. He shifts in the bed slightly, sitting up so he can comfortably look down at you. It’s been weeks with these nightmares, months even. They’re not every night, thankfully, as his post-prison nightmares had been, but they’ve become frequent enough to cause concern.

“You sure you don’t wanna tell me about your nightmare?” he asks softly, his hand retracing it’s pattern on your arm.

You shrug, mouth quirking awkwardly, “It’s always the same. What’s the use of talking about it?”

“So it was about...me?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” you whisper. “You. In prison. Again.”

Spencer takes a deep breath and pulls you closer, “You know that I-I will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen again, right?”

“I know, Spencer,” you reply solumnly. The two of you are silent for a moment, the air tense, but stale at the same time. “I’m sorry.”

“Baby,” Spencer chastises, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “whatever for?”

You’re quiet, deep in thought, “You were the one in prison. It’s...it’s so selfish of me to be-”

“Hey,” he cuts you off, “none of that.”

“But-”

“None,” he stops you again, “of that.”

An errant tear falls down your cheek and you bat it away, not meeting Spencer’s eyes. He pulls you closer still.

“You are the only thing that kept me going in there, you know?” he asks, voice tight with emotion. “And I...I cannot imagine...my job was scary as it was, but that? You’re a damn hero for sticking through it, okay? And I won’t hear a word against that.”

You sniffle and nod.

“And, another thing,” he adds when you don’t respond, voice now cracking at the edges under the weight of his words, “it’s not selfish to worry about someone you love. I am honored to be loved by you. I just wish it didn’t cause these nightmares.”

You sniffle again and wipe at another tear, but nod.

He takes your chin in his free hand and tips it ever so slightly, making you meet his gaze, “So no more sorrys from you about that; alright, pretty?”

“Well,” you sniffle, “if anything let me be sorry for getting my nasty tears and snot all over you.”

“Yeah, well,” he teases, interlocking the fingers of his free hand with yours and giving a reassuring squeeze, “you’re lucky that you’re cute.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, then gasp suddenly and look up at him, shifting your body to face him in the bed, and with faux innocence say, “Wait, you think I’m cute?”

He tightens his arm around you, tugging you into his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “There she is.”

He smiles as you smile, still shaken, but slowly returning, “There’s my girl.”

~~~

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behindyourbarrette · 2 years

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was looking in my notes app and found a little first date scene i never finished—may be incomprehensible but enjoy 😉

#spencer reid blurbs #god knows why this was buried in my notes app #i do miss writing!!! and spencer!!#rory rambles

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ddejavvu · 4 months

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Hi Mei!! ♡ How about Reid dating a sunshine!reader who tells obviously wrong facts when he is in earsight, just to mess with him? Bc I think it would be so funny 😭😭 Anyway, have a nice day, and thank you so much for all your quality content, you're saving lives <333

"Oh my god Emily, you're never gonna believe this," You lean in towards the brunette grinning at you, but your voice stays loud enough for Spencer to hear across the desk, "I just found out that bowling is more dangerous than dinosaurs are."

Her brow dips but her lips quirk up, "Alright, you've hooked me. What's the punchline?"

"No punchline," You shake your head, feeling Reid's curious stare on the back of it, "In 2019 someone died at a bowling alley after slipping on the floor and splitting his head open. But in that same year, there wasn't a single death by dinosaur. Isn't that insane?"

Spencer is already piping up before Emily can properly laugh, but you can still hear her beneath his frantic, "Uh, honey, that's not- that's not exactly right. I mean, dinosaurs would be incredibly dangerous, if any of them were still alive. Which, in 2019- uh, they were not."

"Statistically speaking, Spence," You use his favorite phrase against him, but you're not sure he picks up on the teasing grin set on your face beyond the concern he's stewing in, "You can't argue with the numbers."

"Well- you can't, but in 2019, the number of dinosaurs alive was zero, so that's- that's the only number that really matters, baby, but if you wanted to read more about the risks associated with communal sports venues, I'd be happy to share some articles I've looked into on-"

"Ah, leave it to Reid to turn a sick-ass discussion about dinosaurs about the dangers of fun," Morgan scoffs. He wasn't in on your plan from the beginning, but he's happy to jump on the bandwagon, "Besides, the last Jurassic Park movie was made in 2022, so there were dinosaurs alive, duh."

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inkdrinkerworld · 16 days

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post!prison Spencer realizing you’re not always sunshiny and happy when one day he spots you crying in the hall before wiping your eyes and walking into the bullpen with your usual megawatt smile like you hadn’t been balling your eyes out five minutes before

It’s a call with your brother that really gets you started.

Spencer watches you take the phone call that starts off pleasant, you’re all smiles and then you frown, dark and full of an anger Spencer hasn’t ever seen on you.

He knows humans are capable of all emotional spectrums but it’s so foreign on your face and in your body language that he’s shocked a little still.

You walk to a secluded part of the office, hushed, rushed, heated words that Spencer feels horrible for straining his ear to listen to but it’s a strange sight.

He’s never seen you like this.

“How is that my fault? I can’t drop everything and take a plane over there every time shit hits the fan. They’re big kids now.”

What’s worse is your voice cracks and he wants desperately to rush to you, comfort you but he forces himself to stay where he is.

He strains his ear and hears you whisper,

“I’m not doing this again. I can’t be that person anymore. They’re 20, I can’t move back home just to baby them again. I’m not going to be walked all over by them anymore.”

You’re not together, you’re just friends- not super close but closer than anyone else on the team. Spencer feels like he should be comforting you when he moves to the kitchen and watches the first tear tumble down your cheek.

“Hey have you seen, Y/N?” Emily asks and Spencer turns his body to block you from view.

“She went to the bathroom, do we have a case?” He asks, stirring a pound of sugar into his coffee.

“Yeah, when she comes out tell her meet us at the jet.” She hands off a file to him and Spencer glances through the pages quickly.

Spencer watches you compose yourself, swiping at your face, fixing your hair and rolling your shoulders back.

Then he watches almost sadly, as you plaster a smile back on your face.

“Hey, Spence. Where’s everybody?” You open the fridge like you usually do and reach for the canister of whipped cream you keep tucked away.

“We have a case,” Spencer watches you shake it and spray some into your palm, connecting the dots over the many times he’s seen you do that in the last couple of months.

You’d always said it was just a, ‘pick me up’ and Spencer hadn’t thought twice about. You all have little things you do to keep you going in the job, but he realises now it’s less to do with work and more to do with your upset.

“Oh shit,” you spray another heap of cream in your palm. “I’ll get my go bag, can you fill me in while we walk, Spence?” You’re already turning to your desk, fiddling about the last draw for your go bag.

Your eyes are still a little red, and he watches you switch your contacts for glasses as soon as you get hold of the bag. “They burn a little right now,” you supply when you catch him looking and he nods like he doesn’t know the truth.

“Alright, let’s go,” he opens the case file Emily handed to him and starts, “So the unsub seems to be a woman hater? I’m not sure how no one figured him out before this is his sixth victim.”

You frown as you tuck your go-bag over your shoulder, “And the geography is all the same? No crossing state lines?”

Spencer admires how easily you slip back into work mode, but as soon as the case is over he needs to find a way to have you talk to him.

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pathologicalreid · 19 days

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hair care

spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff

w/c: 481

this is based on a tiktok i saw where someone's bf bought the stuff they use in the shower and i thought! spencer would do that!

“Where are you going?” Spencer asked you groggily from where he had been sleeping in his bed. He was blinking at you while he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of his bedroom.

You were hobbling around his room, trying to pull socks on over your feet. In all honesty, they were probably Spencer’s socks, but you hadn’t wanted to turn the light on. “I have to go home before work,” you told him, keeping your voice low, “I need to wash my hair.”

In the darkness, you saw your boyfriend narrow his eyes at you, “I bought your hair stuff for you.”

Stilling your movements, you dropped your half-socked foot to the ground, “You bought my hair stuff?” It had caused problems since you started spending the night at Spencer’s, you tended to be very particular about your hair products, and you didn’t like to stray from your routine.

“I wanted you to be able to wash your hair here,” Spencer offered, wiping a hand down his face.

Suspicious, you went into the ensuite and opened the shower door. Your sleuthing uncovered the fact that he had in fact purchased all of your haircare supplies – even the things you used once you got out of the shower. “Babe,” you said, still minding your volume, “some of this stuff is expensive.”

You heard him shuffling around on the sheets, but you couldn’t totally see him in the dark, “I know - when I told Morgan he told me I was whipped.”

Rolling your eyes, you sat down on the ledge of the bed. Derek didn’t have any hair to wash, so in your mind, his opinion on the subject didn’t matter. “You have to let me pay you back,” you insisted. Really, some of the products were getting out of hand expensive.

Spencer reached out and pulled you further onto the bed, “I don’t have to let you do anything,” he chided softly. “Besides, now you don’t have to leave at four in the morning to go wash your hair across town.” As usual, his reasoning was sound. You lived on the other side of D.C., and even further from Quantico, making it no surprise that the two of you had been ending up at his place at an increasing frequency.

“But you don’t get anything out of it,” you said, pouting slightly, despite the fact that he couldn’t see your expression in the dark.

Dragging you back down to the bed with him, Spencer corrected you, “Now you don’t have to wake me up when you get up at four in the morning to go wash your hair on the other side of town.”

You sighed, “I always try to be really quiet,” you insisted. You would never purposefully wake him up at four in the morning.

He hummed sleepily, “and yet, you’re really bad at it.”

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reidsaurora · 11 months

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okay but consider

Spencer post prison needing his routine to be even more specific because he had such a rigid schedule while inside, like he always had lunch at the same time everyday, so you and spencer are like working a case and lunch starts to approach but everyone is kinda in the throws of research and spencer is clearly not doing so well

so you pull spencer aside and are like "spence whats wrong?" and he explains hes uncomfy cuz of wanting lunch at a specific time, so you talk to emily and the two of you take your lunch together, and it becomes kind of like a little routine for the two of you to take your lunches together

wrote a lil blurb about this because you, my love, deserved a lil blurb. hope ur having a lovely day!! 🫶🏻🧡

pov: Spencer is having a hard time adjusting to life outside of prison. luckily, he has you to make it better ♡

warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!BAU!Reader, angst to fluff sorta, lots of talk about spencer's time in prison, descriptions of food, lots of crying, 0.9K words, not beta read!

Spencer looked up from his Tupperware container, curious eyes meeting yours. "What are you doing?" he asked, brows pinched together in confusion.

"Well," you started, sitting down across from him, "I wanted to have lunch with you. If that's okay."

He nodded slowly, setting his fork down and giving you his full attention. "Why?"

You let out a soft laugh as you began unpacking your lunchbag. "You're always sitting alone," you shrugged. "Figured I'd change that."

A tinge flooded the brunette man's cheeks. He looked away from you—though, he wasn't really looking directly at you in the first place—and focused his attention back on the Tupperware, poking around at his taco salad. He sent an understanding nod your way, as if unsure what to say next. You knew from experience that Spencer wasn't the most conversational person, having struggled with social cues, so you decided it was for the better to eat in peaceful silence.

The room remained comfortably quiet, a small space of availability staying open just in case Spencer had felt exceptionally talkative that day. You caught him occasionally glancing at you, like he'd wanted to close the small space you'd left open, but stayed silent anyway, wanting to finish his salad as quickly as humanly possible.

Finally, you decided to bite the bullet, so to speak, and crack the silence first. "Spencer, you know you can talk to us, right?"

He nodded, poking around at the ground beef that was left at the bottom of his bowl.

"I know things have probably been hard since…" your voice trailed off. Since what? Since prison? Since being locked in a cage for months? Since being tortured for days on end, probably?

"You can say the word, Y/N. It's not like it'll kill us to talk about," he grumbled, nearly under his breath. His eyes remained on the Tupperware, his cheeks heated as he continued to avoid your gaze.

"Spencer, I know it probably felt like you were alone in there," you started, your heart heavy as you thought about those agonizingly long three months he was stuck in that prison, "but I can assure you that you're not alone now. We're here for you. I'm here for you, Spence."

Finally, for what felt like the first time since he'd been locked up, his honey tinted eyes met yours, tears forming in them but not quite at the point of slipping down his cheeks. "I know, it's just… it's stupid."

"What's stupid?" you questioned, slightly hurt that he assumed you'd find whatever was bugging him ridiculous.

"The reason I keep leaving to eat lunch by myself. You guys are going to think it's stupid."

You weren't sure why you did it. You knew that Spencer wasn't a huge fan of physical touch, and it wasn't your place to do it anyway. Still, your hand moved across the table, your palm wrapping around Spencer's wrist, your delicate fingers seeming small in comparison to his giant hand. "Tell me. Please. I can't fix the problem if I don't know what's wrong, Spencer."

He looked down again, where your skin touched his, but didn't make any efforts to move. "I used to eat lunch every day at the same time by myself. Every day, at 12:07 p.m., I would sit alone at this table in the corner of the lunchroom. I made sure I was facing the door and facing everyone that came in, because I was getting so tired of having to watch my back every second that I was awake."

You placed your fork down before moving to sit down on Spencer's side of the picnic-style table, wrapping your arm around him. You knew it was ridiculous, putting your hands on him so many times in such a short span of time, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. Your palm splayed across his spine, rubbing soft circles as he fell against your frame. Tears fell down his cheeks and onto your shirt, broken breaths and sobs escaping his lips.

"You're never gonna go back to that place. Not if I'm around to stop it," you reassured him, holding him ever so close. "You will never have to live like that ever again. I promise."

His chest rose and fell in quick movements as his tears picked up. "I'm so scared, Y/N. I'm scared of going back. I'm scared of never being my old self again. I'm just… terrified."

You held him like that until his tears had slowed, and when they picked back up a second time, you just kept on holding him. Every tear he hadn't cried in prison had surely made its way to the surface, but neither of you cared. Even when you knew it was much past when you should've gone back to work. Even when five minutes turned into ten, and when ten minutes turned into twenty, and so on.

Spencer's dark eyes met yours, his cheeks still damp with the leftover tears that hadn't quite dried yet. "Thank you."

You gave him a gentle smile, the back of your hand reaching up to wipe your own cheeks where you'd cried for him. "Always, Spence."

"Do you think…" he started to ask, gaze breaking yet again.

Your brows furrowed as you wondered what he wanted to ask. Your stomach flipped at all the possibilities. "Yeah?"

"Do you think we could start doing this every day?" he finally asked. "Just until I start to feel safe again."

You didn't even have to consider your answer. "I think that would be excellent."

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hornyhornyhimbos · 10 months

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i’d very much love and appreciate reader w/ a hand kink!! i’d be happy with spencer, eddie, or steve. you can choose:)

happy friday, fellow freaks! went with dom daddy spencer since he's the one who made me realize i have a hand kink <3

i'm not saying spencer reid is a sugar daddy... but i'm also not saying he isn't one ♡

18+ as always, mean dom!spencer x slightly bratty!afab!reader, use of a toy i sorta forgot how loud vibrators are oops, semi-public sex (in a dressing room), choking, slight spanking, reader is called good/bad girl and baby, spencer is called daddy, explicit language, and also spencer is rich in this fic because he's unit chief, 1.7K words, color-coded speaker tags, beta read by @broken-stardust!

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it started as a small gesture, nothing to think about really.

the two of you had found yourselves wandering from store to store, spencer having decided that it had been too long since he'd spoiled you. his paycheck was anything but small, having finally achieved the position of unit chief, and in celebration, it was only fair he spoiled the girl who'd been by his side on his way up the bau food chain.

his hands had made their way into your back pockets as the two of you walked into the lingerie store, his personal favorite store in the whole mall.

it was a small gesture, just a simple way he could have his hands on you while remaining inconspicuous. but somewhere in the mix of the sexy energy radiating throughout the lingerie store and your slight hand kink, this tiny action had you nearly weak in the knees. spencer had clearly noticed the way your breath was hitching in your throat—not to mention the flush that had spread across your nose and cheeks—but had decided against addressing it. probably just to make you even more needy, you reckoned. instead, his hands parted from your waist, a tiny kiss meeting the exposed skin of your neck.

if you hadn't been blushing before, you would've turned the color of a freshly-picked tomato after that.

"hey, baby?" he asked, innocence coating his words when he spoke. "i'm gonna go look at something really fast but you pick out whatever you want, yeah?"

without giving you time to respond, he parted from you, heading toward another section of the store. your mind wondered where he'd needed to go by himself, but you shrugged it off, turning back to the lacy pink set you'd been eyeing moments before.

you grabbed three different sets before making your way to the dressing room, catching a glimpse of spencer at the checkout counter. your brows furrowed as you thought about what he might be buying without your knowledge, but you couldn't deny you loved the idea of a surprise.

you pulled the curtain closed behind you before starting to slide off your clothes, first trying on the prettiest black satin bra you'd ever seen.

spencer's deep voice startled you as he slid behind the curtain, his body all but melding to yours due to the confined space. his breath was hot on your shoulders as he whispered, "didn't mean to scare you."

your breath hitched again. "no, it's okay, love," you reassured him.

he kissed the crook of your neck as his hands wandered up your body, palms stopping at your bra-clad breasts and cupping them like they were made to do exactly that. "just needed to get a sneak peak at all the pretty things my baby's getting for us."

your eyes met his in the mirror. "do you like this one?" you managed to ask, your chest clearly breathing harder than normal.

"'s very pretty," he answered, lips meeting your neck again. "it'll look even prettier on our bedroom floor, though."

you were convinced he'd stolen all the breath from your lungs when he moved one hand from your breast to the fastening, unhooking it with barely two flicks of his index finger. and when his lips grazed your ear and he whispered, "i got you a surprise. you wanna see?" your head was spinning so hard, it felt like you'd just stepped off the tilt-a-whirl.

after you managed to respond, he reached into the little white bag he'd brought along, pulling out a pretty, little clit sucker that you may or may not have been hinting you wanted. your eyes flickered from the toy up to his gaze, his normal honey-colored eyes now bordering on jet black. "spencer-" your protest got caught in your throat, and you cursed your body for giving away your hidden motive. of course you wanted him to use that on you right there in the dressing room, but he couldn't know that.

he began opening the package, internally thanking the maker of the toy for deciding on easy-to-open packaging. "just wanna see if it's charged," he reassured you. "might let you try it out on the car ride home if you feel up to it."

you were extremely grateful you hadn't tried on any panties yet, or else you might've ruined them before even buying them. you felt dizzy, and when spencer spun you around in one swift motion, the feeling increased tenfold.

he clicked the 'on' button, and the toy immediately came to life, so to speak. "let there be light," he smirked when the buttons glowed.

spencer's lips connected to the pulse point of your neck, like the perfect lock and key. "do you want me to use this on you?" he asked, his one hand palming at you through the satin.

"please," you said, though it was closer to a whimper.

his fingers crooked under the waistband of your now soaked panties, beginning to tug them down your body. "good girl."

your mouth fell into an open 'o' as the toy connected to your clit, a sensation you weren't quite used to but couldn't deny you were enjoying already. your head lolled back, your eyes falling closed as you settled into the vibration. spencer, however, didn't seem as pleased when he met you with a low, "who said you were finished trying on your new outfits?"

glassy eyes met dark ones as your gazes connected again. "how am i supposed to-"

"just because you can't try on the panties doesn't mean you can't try on the top pieces," he argued. and with that, he reached around you and grabbed another one of the lingerie tops. "here you go, baby."

just as you reached for the lacy fabric in his hand, the vibration of the toy increased, eliciting a quiet moan from your lips. "fuck," you whimpered, "how am i supposed to try things on when you do stuff like that?"

he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "now, that's no way to talk to your daddy, especially not when he's taking such good care of you and spoiling you today."

your eyes darted away, but his free hand met your chin, pulling your face up to meet his. "do i need to punish you? show everyone in this store what a bad girl you're being right now?"

you shook your head, even though you secretly wanted exactly what he was talking about. reluctantly, you tugged on the lacy bralette, the sheer fabric not leaving anything to the imagination.

he pulled your face towards his once again, meeting you with a kiss so hard, you knew your lips would be swollen afterward. "i like this one," he said against your mouth, his tongue dipping inside it at the end of his statement. you were almost positive there were tiny crescent moons dug into your cheeks when he pulled away, glancing down to the bra you'd just tried on. "ok, next one."

and just as you suspected, the second you tried to pull the bralette off, he increased the vibrations a second time.

"fuck, how do expect me to-"

you immediately regretted the tone you'd just used. "baby, you know what happens when you cop an attitude with me," he reminded you. yes, you did know, and maybe somewhere in the back of your mind, that's why you'd copped the attitude in the first place. "bad girls have to be punished."

his hand met your throat, wrapping around it with delicious pressure. "now, take. it. off."

you managed to get the bra off, his hand releasing just long enough for you to remove the fabric, but meeting you with harder force when it reconnected. his nails dug into your skin, and you moaned at the contact.

his eyes darted to the last piece you hadn't tried on yet, a demanding expression settling on his face. "go ahead. put it on. that one's daddy's favorite."

forget the air being knocked out of your lungs. when he spoke to you like that and gave you that look, you'd just as soon assume you didn't have lungs in the first place. your orgasm was close, but you knew it wouldn't be that easy. and maybe that's why your lips decided to betray you by taunting, "i can't."

"can't or don't want to?" he rebutted, an eyebrow cocking. you knew you'd stayed quiet a beat too long when that eyebrow came down and met the other in an angry furrow.

he scoffed, moving his hand from your neck to your wrist, manhandling you in the way you usually dreamed of. "you're being an ungrateful brat, you know that?" of course you did. "now i have to punish you when all i wanted was to pamper you."

he forced your hand around the handle of the toy, shooting you a look that said, no touching. in swift motions he turned the vibrations up to the highest setting, met your neck with even harder force, and somehow managed to put on the last bra with one hand.

"are you gonna be a good girl now?" he growled, so low you barely heard it.

you somehow nodded, but you should've known that wasn't good enough. spencer repeated his question, slightly louder. loud enough to have you worried the person in the next dressing room over could hear him. you managed a breathy, "yes," as just as you did your orgasm started to hit.

spencer must've noticed your blissed-out eyes, pulling the toy away from your clit immediately. "bad girls don't get to cum," he reminded you, releasing his hold on your neck.

the lack of pressure had you dizzy, falling into his chest as you tried to catch your breath. his lips planted a soft kiss on your hair, his hands grabbing hold of your waist. "aww, is my baby all worn out after doing so much work?" he teased, palm landing on the curve of your ass with a firm slap.

you met him with soft, glassy eyes when your bottom lip puckered out. "can you help me get dressed?" you said sweetly, like you hadn't been the biggest brat to him not three minutes ago.

"well," he said, smacking your ass again, "i suppose, since you asked nicely."

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eternalizms · 2 months

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18+ mdni.

SWEATY WHITE SHEETS pooled around your body as spencer's eager hips snap against yours, fast and irregular. a string of strained moans fell from his parted lips. through half lidded eyes, you watched him throw his head back with a low groan. god, the veins in his neck protruded, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed back another moan.

"oh fuck- yes baby, just like that." he cooed, praising you for taking his cock so well. his lip nestled tightly between his teeth as you let out a whine. sweaty hair stuck to your forehead in a beautiful mess, red hot cheeks perfectly accompanying the delicious look of desperation in your eyes that were pleading at him, fuck. the headboard clunked against the wall with every stroke, his cock aching to be buried deeper inside you.

you were practically begging for him to cum, with they way your walls clenched oh-so perfectly around him. you felt your skin burning as spencer's hands glide up the back of your thighs, his fingers dug into your flesh as he opened up your legs further apart, perfectly slotting in to the new space he just made. his cock bottomed out in you, earning generous moans from you both.

"thaats it angel, just a bit more for me now, hm?" with a heavy pant, his eyes never left you writhing beneath him, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach build more and more every time that spencer drove himself deeper inside of you. your skin was sticky as it moulded together, clammy from a mixture of sweat and your wetness.

you adored spencer's hands, that much more when one started snaking between your thighs. a gasp leaves you as his long, skinny, fingers begin to toy with your clit. yearning to finally cum, lewd noises leave you - that make spencer so glad he has an eidetic memory. your hand reaches up towards his face, thumb nestling his cheek.

your gorgeous noise doesn't stop as you make eye contact with him, whimpering out in the smallest voice, " 'm gonna cum spence." his fingers toy circles faster now against your swollen clit, feeling your shaky legs pull him in further.

your eyes squeeze shut, orgasm taking over you completely. the pleasure blinded you, the mixture of spencer's cock stretching you open and deep, the desperate, animalistic sounds that left his mouth sending you over the edge. nails rake down spencer's back as you gasp out a string of profanities, begging as you came all over his cock. "oh- shit baby, spence, please."

that was all it took for him, a guttural moan announcing his orgasm. ropes of warm cum fill you up as his arms shake under his own weight. his breath was shaking more with every stroke. his cock pumps into you slowly as he rides out the high of his orgasm, the odd whimper escaping his lips as he recovered his own breath.

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 1 year

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Babeeee hii!

Ok but can we talk about soft dom Spencer when he knows you’re having a rough day so he just grabs you and says “let me fuck it out of youre system sweetheart ” and in that moment he doesn’t care if you’re in the middle of a precinct in god knows where Louisiana he just cares about treating his girl right. Because I’m convinced he’d just care about you and only you until he makes you forget whatever you were worried about

you are gonna give me soft dom spencer brainrot Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (18+)

He would be so attentive. And okay so I'm going to change it up a little bit bc I would rather chug nails than be a BAU agent so let's change it to Spencer feeling guilty about working odd hours and his job taking him away for days/weeks at a time.

He would be so needy when he came back but that would translate into being super attentive bc he's a giver more than a receiver. It would start with him coming home finding you in a bad mood. It's like one of those days where everything went wrong. From your car not starting/missing the bus, to having to eat a crappy salad for lunch, to just a hard day at work. You're near tears when you get home. Spencer would find you either huffing and puffing around, clearly annoyed or withdrawn into yourself on the couch.

And Spencer being good at reading people and knowing you so well would clock your mood immediately. He would read that you're off so fast and of course would try whatever he could to make you happy. Maybe he would notice some...frustration. In the way you're huffing and puffing around or the way you linger when he wraps his arms around you and in inhale his scent.

He would be like, "Hmm someone missed me" and after you don't respond with a flirty comment or brush off his affections, he'd know exactly what would need to be done.

Spencer would be pull you back by your hand, wrapping you up in his embrace as kisses you for the first time since he pecked your forehead the early morning a week ago he got the call in. He would murmur against your skin something like "if you need me to fuck it out of your system, just ask darling."

And the way his skin smells, the way his voice sounds and the vibrations from his chest feel like against your body would be dizzying. He would blame himself for getting you into that mood. Maybe it was his fault for having a job that didn't allow him to spend every night with him making sure you're well taken care of in and out of bed.

Okay but softdom!Spencer would be a king at that comforting, sweet and kind of condescending dirty talk that makes your mind turn to mush. He'd say things like "good girl" (of course) but also "you're making me so proud taking my fingers like that, getting ready for me to fuck you so well"

Ugh he would be so good at giving head to. Like freakishly good. It would feel so good that you'd want to just close your eyes and lean you're head back into the soft pillows, but he would be having none of that. He would stop licking and nipping and grip your thighs as he whispered, "Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby. I want you looking at me when I make you cum on my face."

After he makes sure you're all taken care, Spencer would go into overdrive making sure you're cozy and comfortable in bed and ready to sleep. He would brush off any comments or questions about his pleasure, saying that pleasing you was plenty for him and that there's always the morning and the day after that and the day after that and day after..... **** please remember that all comments, reblogs, and other forms of interaction keep me motivated and interested in writing :)

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reidscanehand · 2 years

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Hey! I hope you're doing okay. For the sweet sentence blurbs can I request 'I was worried something happened to you' with Spencer, please?

Thank you for the request, babes! TW: mentions of blood; pet names

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"Ugh," you exclaim as you spit into the sink and notice the coppery color intermixing with the white foam of toothpaste in the sink.

"Love?" Spencer calls from the bedroom. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you sigh, a tad exasperated as you turn on the sink again to wash out the blood and toothpaste. You've had this new toothbrush for over a week and it's still making your gums bleed. It's not for lack of brushing either - you brush three, sometimes four times a day. And it's starting to hurt. There's a pause and you assume he's gone back to his book, only to be proven wrong when you glance back up to the mirror, hand poised over the night cream, to see Spencer looking back at you.

"What's up?" he asks, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

"It's really nothing, Spence," you assure him tiredly.

"It's not nothing, baby," he cajoles you, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist, his head slotting to its usual spot on your shoulder. "Anything that causes you to sigh like that is surely something."

You roll your eyes, using your still-free hands to grab the night cream, "It's just my toothbrush."

"Your toothbrush earned a sigh like that?" Spencer chuckles drily. "Jesus, I was worried something happened to you."

"It's the new toothbrush," you amend, dotting night cream under your eyes and on your t-zone, blending it in gently before replacing the cap on it and putting it away.

"Yeah?" Spencer asks, his vague tone barely hiding his unabashed admiration of you as you moisturize.

"It's firmer than my old one, I think," you continue, wrapping your own arms around his still at your waist. "It's making my gums bleed."

"Still?" His eyebrows arch. "I didn't know that was still going on."

"Yeah," you shrug. "It's just annoying; kinda hurts."

"Come with me, baby," Spencer tugs non-committally at your waist.

"I'll be in in a sec, sweet pea," you assure him.

"No, honey," he shakes his head. "You need to gargle with salt for your gums."

"Salt?" you whine a bit, overdoing it for your worrywart boyfriend, who grins fondly at you in the mirror. "But then my kisses will be all salty."

He spins you around to look at him then, hands firmly on your hips, eyes still - as always - meeting yours with a firmness that makes your heart leap in your chest with longing.

"I'd take your kisses anyway," Spencer grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Bloody, salty, minty, sweet - all of 'em."

"All of 'em?" you giggle as he kisses your forehead again.

You can feel his grin on your forehead when he whispers, "Yeah; all."

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ok so after reading about Spencer’s first blowjob…what do you think about the first time he ever eats out? 👀 man’s all “oh I read about this hold on” like it’s fkin quantum theory and he’s intent on trying all these different “techniques” he’s read about but then he tastes reader for the first time and just goes absolutely feral like a man starved 🫣

i see the vision, i gotchu, enjoy my angel!!! this carries on from !! this prompt !! but you don’t have to read it *mdni!!*

time moves slower as you rest your head on spencer's hip, humming deeply when his fingers press against your scalp, "you okay, angel?" he asks once his post orgasm haze passes, the fog around his brain finally clearing after god only knows how long

"i'm great baby," you reply, lifting your head up to look at him, smiling softly when he traces a knuckle over your cheek bone. he looks at you, thinking, you can practically see cogs turning behind his eyes, "out with it,"

a breath catches in your boyfriend throat, "can i return the favour?" he asks, voice barely a whisper, "please," fingers ghost over your neck, pressing only over your pulse

“spence,” you breathe a little harder, knowing he can feel your heartbeat racing under his fingers, “please, don’t think you have to,”

the insides of your thighs are already damp and sticky, coated with your arousal from your previous activities. you clench slightly, not so subtly rubbing your thighs together

spencer sits up, his head shaking slightly as he does, “no i want to, please honey,” he presses, leaning over your body to kiss the corner of your mouth, “please”

“okay,” you answer simply, words failing you as he uses his body to push against yours, pressing you down into the couch cushions

air gets trapped in between your cheeks, puffed out while you watch your boyfriend hike your shirt up, only enough to expose your stomach and hips before he dips, dragging his lips over your ribs all too slowly

“can i?” he mumbles as he gets to your hips and your head tilts, confusion taking over as you’d been to occupied watching him instead of feeling his fingers teasing at the waistband of your shorts

spencer looks up at you in time to watch you nod, eyes wide and mouth slack, the previously trapped air escaping in a gentle whimper. he lifts your hips slightly, dragging your shorts and panties down your legs, letting them drop onto the floor, out of sight

“hey, are you sure?” you ask again, knuckle hooking under his chin to turn his attention to you. he turns in your hold, kissing your palm before sliding further down between your legs

big hands slide up the back of your thighs, blunt nails barely digging into your skin as he pushes your legs apart, spreading you open inches away from his face

spencer's tongue darts across his bottom lip, his gaze focused on where you're already wet, "i, uhm," he whispers, "read about how to do this,"

you can tell he's nervous, a slight frown forming over his forehead though it doesn't stick around when you smooth over it gently with your thumb, "you read about it? angel, it's okay if you don't get it right straight away" you assure him as he looks up at you briefly

the anticipation is killing you, though you'd never tell him. having him between your thighs, eyes dark while he takes the situation and you in, has you dripping, a soft whine passing your lips as you feel it happen

your boyfriend snaps out of his state of staring at the noise, he sighs gently, happily, before surging forwards. immediately your back arches off of the couch as his lips press against your folds

"fuck, spence," you gasp, fingers tangling into his hair to hold him there. he parts his lips before dragging his tongue up your centre, circling cruelly around your clit, "oh my god," you moan, loudly

this spurs spencer on further, his body pushes up further between your legs, his broad shoulders holding your thighs apart while he eats you out like a starved man, his eyes shut, lashes tickling his cheeks

distantly you wonder if he has done this before but your ability to think leaves you and makes you helpless and completely at spencer's mercy. he pulls away from you, barely, a string of spit connecting him to your cunt.

while he uses his shoulders to keep your thighs spread, his hands become free and you feel them before you see them. his thumb dips over your sticky hole before sliding upwards, bumping against your clit

"please baby, don't tease," you whine, chest heaving and fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him back towards where you need him and he obliges, leaning in to kiss your clit before sucking on it lightly

every moan, whine and whimper that leaves your body has spencer working harder, spit dribbling from the corners of his mouth and over the inside of your thighs as he starts to hum and moan against you

spencer sucks hard on your clit, obscene noises fill the room as he leans into you, one hand on your hip holding you down and the other stroking your thigh, moving far too slowly towards your cunt

you hold your breath, feeling his fingers tease at you, your attempts to clench around the tips of his fingers don't go unnoticed. he gives you what you want slowly, barely pressing a finger into you before pulling away again

"oh god," you whimper, hips rolling underneath his forearm. spencer hums against you, sending vibrations rumbling over your clit , "this is your first time?" you question as your thighs start to shake

"yeah," spencer replies, taking a break to breathe, his eyes focused on his own fingers. without warning he presses a finger into you, his gaze traveling up your body as you cry out and clench around him

"fuck, i'm not going to last," you pant whilst throwing your head back. your nails dig into his shoulder, guiding him back towards your body as heat starts to form in the pits of your stomach

slowly spencer fucks his finger into you, pulling out and pushing back in before adding another, again, without warning. the stretch burns in the best way possible as he works you open

"i love you," spencer mumbles, not giving you a chance to reply as he delves back into you, his tongue lapping over your clit with earnest. your orgasm builds embarrassingly fast, thighs shaking, back arching away from the couch while your brain turns to mush

"oh, fuck, i'm gonna-," you cry out, letting your thighs close around spencer's body, "i'm gonna come baby," you whimper loudly, stomach clenching underneath spencer's arm

he doubles down, fingers speeding up slightly, his knuckles bumping either side of your hole as wet, sticky sounds fill the room, "uh huh," he hums against you and that sends you hurtling over the edge

you come hard, harder than you ever have before, loudly whimpering as your body shakes and your thighs close around spencer's head, trapping him there while you pant, eyes clamped shut

"baby, stop," you almost cry, pulling on spencer's hair to move him away from your body as you start to get overstimulated, "jesus,"

spencer looks incredible, his hair tousled and messy, lips and chin completely soaked with your slick and his cheeks puffed out as he catches his own breath. gently, he slips his fingers from your body, smiling softly to himself as you wrap your own around his wrist

"c'mere," you hum, eyes shutting again as you yank on him, his body toppling down onto of you, his head resting on your chest, "seriously though, that was your first time?"

"yeah," spencer chuckles, his fingers trailing up your rib cage, “definitely won't be the last though,"

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