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Spencer Reid x Reader -- Sweatshirt

Class: Fluff, Romance, Slight 18+ Includes: Fluff, minimal 18+, cuddling, Spencer’s favorite sweatshirt, sappiness Plot: Reader gets cold during a movie night and wants to wear Spencer’s sweatshirt. He refuses-- let the games begin. A/N: My first Spencer Reid x Reader oneshot! Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests! -------------------

"I've got the popcorn! Start it!" Spencer jumped onto the couch beside you, grinning ear and causing you to squeak in surprise as you almost fell into him.

An easy laugh slipped from your lips as your eager boyfriend nestled in beside you, resting the blue plastic bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. He pulled you into him, trapping you against his chest with deceivingly strong arms. You laughed again, squirming a bit to get more comfortable before starting the movie-- Pet Sematary. Spencer had convinced you to watch a horror movie with him, as his favorite Holiday was quickly approaching and it would help set the mood for it. He didn't actually own a television, so your house was the only option.

"Did you know," the doctor began, a common introduction to another info dump session, "Pet Sematary--the book-- was actually so unsettling to Stephen King that he wasn't even planning on publishing it in the first place? He only did so to fulfill a publishing contract he wanted to get out of. It was also inspired by a real life situation, too. Back when he was a resident of..." and he rambled on, and on, and on. You usually didn't stop him, because you couldn't. You found your heart swelling with affection every time he did this, and you hung onto every word he uttered. However, he was still info dumping when the first scene rolled around.

You placed a gentle kiss on his lips to silence him, and you felt his body tighten then relax as a result. He looked dazed when you pulled away, and you couldn't help but chuckle. "The movie is starting, Spence." "O-Oh. Sorry," he responded sheepishly. "Don't apologize," you smiled warmly before snuggling back into him. He placed a kiss on top of your head and settled in. 

This was bliss. You couldn’t think of anywhere you would rather be than here with him-- granted, you weren’t thrilled that he insisted on a horror movie, but the way his face lit up when you agreed to it made it worth it. You really couldn’t express how much you adored him... well, actually, you could. You wanted so badly to finally tell him that you loved him, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him. He was easily spooked, and was relatively new to the dating game. You hesitated because you didn’t want to scare him off. Saying it too soon would do that, no doubt. It had been five months, but there was no guaranteeing that Spencer was ready yet.

It was getting harder and harder with every passing day.

You hadn’t realized how distracted you’d been until you felt a shiver run through you. It was colder in the house than you realized. Spencer was warm, but not warm enough to keep a chill from nipping at you. You squirmed a bit more in his arms, which he loosened a bit to give you more free range. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured him, “just cold...” you eyed his baggy sweatshirt, one of his favorites to lounge around in. You knew it to be very fuzzy on the inside because he once made you feel the inside of his sleeve. He squinted at you, and it didn’t take him more than a beat to realize what you were looking at and why. You wanted to wear his sweatshirt.

“No... no, this one is my favorite one!” “Please!” You begged. He shook his head and moved his arms off of you to cross them over his chest, as if protecting the sweatshirt. “No! I won’t see it again for a month!” “Don’t be such a drama queen. Give,” you grabbed at the fabric of his sleeves. He laughed and remained stubborn, even sticking his tongue out at you mockingly. You gasped. Spencer managed to wiggle himself free from under you and bolted into the kitchen. You scrambled to your feet and chased after him, leaving the movie playing for an empty couch and untouched popcorn. 

When you made it to the kitchen, your boyfriend was standing at the far end, his arms still crossed. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why can’t you get one of your own? You have six of them... and that purple snuggy,” he tried to reason.  “Four of them are in the dirty laundry, actually.” “Fine. Two sweatshirts and a purple snuggy. Why does it have to be mine?” He tensed up as you neared him. When you lunged to wrap your arms around him, he swerved quickly (though not gracefully) around you. You narrowly missed, stumbling and whirling around to see that he was already backing towards the other end of the kitchen.

“Spencer!” You laughed through his name. “Stay away!” He tried not to laugh, but the wide smile and bright look in his eyes gave away how amused he was by your failed attempt to grab him. Spencer ran, and you followed him, all the way into your room and around the rug in the middle of your floor. He nearly slipped in his socks on the hardwood, but he managed to steady himself. You closed some of the space between the two of you during his clumsy display, but his long legs carried him back out of your room and into the living room where it began. 

Your heart was racing, and you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.  “Just give up and give me the sweatshirt,” you said lowly. You both stood still, trying to stare the other down.  “Never.” “Spence.” “It’s not happening! Sorry, you’ll just have to go get one of yours.” “Why don’t we trade? You can wear my green one with the blue sleeves, and I’ll wear yours?” “That-- literally makes no sense! You would be going to get the sweatshirt to give to me, so why not put it on?”

You pouted, but Spencer remained stubborn. You paused to think about what might get him to break. You began to formulate an idea, putting together a quick and easy plan.

You walked up to Spencer, slower this time. He backed up, about to make another run for it. You held up your hands in front of you. The nerdy agent squinted at you, testing the waters by staying still. 

“Fine, fine...” you said slowly. “You look really cute in it anyway.” “I-I do?” Spencer was hesitant. You felt your heart in your throat now, anxious about what you had planned. You tried to hide it though. You swallowed your heartbeat, and by the time you were close enough to reach out and touch him, he was turning red. Maybe it was the devilish smile that crept its way to your lips, or the way you looked his lanky figure up and down. In the few times that you slept with Spencer, you had learned that he was typically submissive in situations like the one you were creating. You were going to work that to your advantage.

“Mhm. What? Haven’t I told you that before?” you questioned him with a coyish glint in your eyes. You stepped closer to him, reaching up and tracing your fingers along his jawline. Your eyes met his before wandering to his mouth. You brushed your thumb against his bottom lip, causing his breath to catch in his throat. He swallowed hard. 

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Spencer’s words came out in an almost breathless rush. You grinned, meeting his hazel eyes again.  “Mm~hm, of course you do. You know everything... you and that big brain of yours. I mean, I can only think of one thing bigger,” you grinned cheekily and flashed a glance down, then let your eyes roam his face as your thigh pressed against him. Spencer let out a gasp, leaning into you involuntarily. You cupped his face, bringing it closer so you could kiss the bridge of his nose. 

“Your big heart.”

Spencer’s eyes narrowed. Clearly that wasn’t the answer he expected. You blinked at him with mockingly innocent eyes. “What? It’s the thing I love most about you, Spencer~”

And there it was.

You hoped he hadn’t caught it, but you knew you weren’t lucky enough for that. Spencer stared at you, wide eyed and slack jawed for a different reason now. You stepped away from him and threw your hands over your mouth.

“Did-- you just...?” Spencer stammered. You nodded slowly in response. He seemed thoughtful for a moment. You mustered up the will to tear your hands away from your burning face. 

“I... I’m sorry. It just slipped out! I wasn’t thinking and--” “Well... did you mean it?” He asked, looking at you with knitted brows.  You were silent, but you nodded sheepishly. “Well then say it,” he placed his hands behind your elbows. You met his longing gaze, one that gave away the beg in his request. Suddenly, you realized your hesitation had been unjustified all this time. Spencer had expressed his love for you in many ways, as you had for him. It was only a matter of saying it now.

“I love you,” You breathed with a growing smile.  Spencer grinned ear to ear. “I love you too!” Excitement dripped from every word of his proclamation. His hands moved slowly to cup your face. The smile didn’t leave his perfect lips, even as he pressed them against yours. You allowed your eyes to flutter closed on instinct, and everything began to melt away. As corny as this felt, you loved every bit of it. That was when the television roared, causing you to scream shortly and whirl around. Even Spencer jumped a little. But you both sighed in relief when you realized it was just the movie you’d left playing. 

Spencer doubled over laughing at your reaction. You crossed your arms and swatted playfully at his arm.  “Not funny!” “Uh, yeah it actually was,” he insisted when he finished laughing at you. “Don’t act like you didn’t get startled, too!” “No, I did! But at least I didn’t scream like a little kid,” he gave you a playful shove. You scoffed and buried into him again, muttering “Rude” lowly, but loud enough for him to hear. Spencer hugged you tightly, sighing happily and swaying side to side with you.

“Can I have the sweatshirt because you love me?” You blurted out. Spencer tilted his head back and laughed, then groaned in defeat. He let go of you to slip the sweatshirt over his head, revealing a white t-shirt that clung to him. He pulled the sweatshirt over your head, trapping your arms inside. You smiled broadly as you were pulled back into him like before, your arms still trapped inside. You hummed, satisfied with your victory and the total fluffy warmth that enveloped you.

You would be sure to express the depth of your gratitude to him later.

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Delicate (blurb)

Summary: Reader and Spencer talk about some of their smaller favorite things.. Reader happens to mention something that catches Spencer’s attention

Category: Fluff (with smut)

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

An: yes, i never checked for errors lol enjoy!! also! where can i get those types of like underwear pieces? just the cotton ones that are a bit cheekier and have like the little ribbon on the waistband? i am obsessed with them!! ok bye lol <3

CW: innocence kink mentioned, age gap (spencer is 36 and reader is 21), alusions to dom!spencer and sub!reader, being naked together mentioned, (brief) oral sex (female recieving), food (eating berries)

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I run my finger gently down her spine, watching the peach fuzz on her skin illuminate her witha golden hue. 

“What about you?” I ask, letting her feed me a raspberry as she turns around and pops a berry in her mouth. 

“What about me?” she queries, combing her fingers through my hair. 

We’re laying on our bed, basking in the golden spotlight of the bright sun that peaks through the curtains (and our post-coital bliss), as we feed each other berries, talking about our favorite things. We’re both naked, except she has her soft pink panties on, with a little red rose made out of ribbon sewn onto the thin waistband. She had been laying on my chest, but now she is straddling my thigh, looking into my eyes with such love that I feel my chest blossom with a brilliant warmth. 

She’s so, incredibly beautiful.

The sun in her hair makes a sort of a halo effect, and I can’t help but think how much of a true angel she is. 

Sent down from above. 

The soft, satin sheets cover my hips; the white fabric falling from Y/n’s shoulders as she sits on my thigh. I smile softly at her, in complete awe of just.. her.

I lean forward and kiss her nose. 

I love to kiss her nose. 

She always scrunches it up after. 

She drags a raspberry across my lips and I open, the tart fruit lingering on my tongue just like the taste of her essence. 

It’s similar in a way--they’re both so sweet and delicious. 

God, I love her. 

She giggles softly, and I can’t help but smile wider. 

However, I continue on with my question. 

“What’re some of your smaller favorite things?” 

She hums as she thinks, her doe eyes looking up at the ceiling. 

Collapsing on my chest, she kisses the skin softly before answering. My fingers trace the silk skin of the tops of her arms.

“Nose kisses,” I feel a blush rest on my cheeks. She continues. “Eating fruit in bed, finally understanding a math problem..” I laugh softly, kissing the top of her head as she keeps listing things. “Getting into those really deep talks about life; the ones that make you question everything and make your brain all mushy,” 

“Ah, what an existentialist you are.” I add, earning a laugh from her. 

She lifts her head up to face me, her eyebrows raised to get a better look at my face. “I can’t help it..It’s so interesting to me.” 

I laugh softly and kiss her forehead. She smiles before popping a blackberry in her mouth. 

“Finding that perfect book that gets you back into the groove of reading if you have been feeling unmotivated... Finding a song you love so much that you play it repeatedly and then get sick of it,” she laughs softly. “Oh! And the underwear that has the little ribbons and flowers sewn onto the waistband of the fabric!” 

“You have those on right now,” I point out, dragging my finger over the tiny red rose. 

She wiggles her hips. “I can’t help it, they make me feel all pretty an’ they are so delicate-looking.” 

“You are pretty,” I say as she straddles my thigh again before kissing my lips gently--then slumping back onto the bed behind her. 

“Yeah, well, they make me feel all pretty.” she whispers, flipping onto her front as she toys with the small necklace I gave her.

I smile, sitting up and kissing up her back, my hands on either side of her body. 

Laughter bubbles from her chest as I kiss the soft skin of her shoulderblades. 

I smile against her skin at the sound.

Hoisting myself up on my forearms by her head, she turns around, pulling me down for a slow and sensual kiss.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, Bunny,” I whisper against her lips, and her hips rut up against mine as she tries to be closer to me. “And, insatiable.” I add, chuckling at her small whimpers.

As I kiss down her tummy and the plush skin of her inner thighs, I make note to buy her more of the ribbon-underwear. Because not only does she like to wear them..I love seeing her in them.

I wrap my lips around the puffy and swollen bud, humming in pleasure against her and making a mental check to make sure I get as much delicate underwear as she wants when she gets home from her college classes tomorrow.

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“Hey, Emily?” 

It’s the next day, and as much as I want to purchase one of Y/n’s favorite things, I am not so sure as to where I can buy them.

So, why not ask the girls on the team. 

They should help.. right?

“Hey, Spence! What’s up?” 

I decided to go to Emily because I know that she won’t make me feel weird about asking. 

“I-uhm, I have a question for you,” I begin, swallowing thickly. 

Emily finished pouring her coffee and turns to me, sipping it slowly. 

“What’s up?”

I take a breath. 

“Well, you see--Y/n and I were talking about some of our uhm, small-favorite things and well..She mentioned that she liked the type of underwear that has the little ribbon on the waistband? I wanted to buy them for her today as a surprise and just, well--I was wondering where I could get it.” 

Emily chuckled lightly, “Does it look like I would wear those types of panties?” 

I blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed. 

“I-I’m sorry, I just--” 

“Reid,” she cut me off, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I’m joking. You can get them at Lillian’s Palace. They have a ton of those types of pieces.” 

I pressed my lips into a thin line and nodded, thanking Emily. 

Before walking away, Emily called after me. “Does Doctor Reid have an innocence kink, or what?” she teased, and I rolled my eyes jokingly at her. 

“Haha.” I laughed.

She was right though. 

I do. 

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I had picked out sixteen pairs of those types of panties and two more sets of bras.

The total came out to $327, so I paid and drove home. 

Y/n was lying on her belly on the couch, her legs kicked up, ankles dancing along with the music that she played in her earbuds as she worked intently on a homework sheet. 

I smiled, kicking my shoes off and turning on the nearest lamp to catch her attention. 

“Ah!” she yelped, ripping her earbud out of her right ear. She sat up, relief washing over her features when she realized it was me. I chuckled, walking over and kissing her lips softly. 

“Spence, you scared me!” 

“I’m sorry, love,” I apologized, engulfing her into a tight hug. 

We stayed like that for a minute before she noticed the plastic bag with her present in it. 

“What’s that?” she asked, and I handed it to her. 

“I got it for you..I-I asked Emily where to get them and--”

“Oh, Spence!” she squealed, her bright eyes wide. “You didn’t have to get me all of this!” 

She jumped up, pulling me in for a million tiny kisses and then a big one. 

I laughed at her excitement, my hands drawing circles on the small of her back.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

“Of course,” I responded, smiling brightly at her pure enthusiasm. “You think you can try them on and model them for me?” 

I quirked an eyebrow and she giggled, rolling her eyes playfully. 

“You, Spencer Reid, are a very dirty man! Feral, is what they call you!” she shouted, blowing me a kiss as she walked into the other room to change into my new purchases. “But you’re my absolute favorite!” 

I laughed, my body felt warm as I began waiting for her to give me her own personal fashion show.

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One-Shot and Story Masterlist

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Beautifully Broken Masterlist

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Comfort Kink

CW: implied sex, heavy petting, fluffy stuff <3, sucking and kissing

AN: hey guys! This is just a cute little thing I wrote a while back! I will be back with more extensive one shots next week as my family is in town this week <33 (someone requested it, sadly i cant figure out exactly who :(( whoever you are, i hope you find this and enjoy!)

Reader's POV:

Contrary to popular belief- or not- Doctor Spencer Reid is a boobs man-- specifically my boobs.

I got the memo of his love for my breasts when we first started dating-- especially when we first had sex. For example, most men and women look or at least glance every so often at another woman's breasts, but Spencer found comfort in mine. Sure, he would get aroused by them, but I think that they were a real comfort thing for him when we would cuddle.

He was able to hold off on his obvious affinity for my breasts until after we announced our love for one another after dating for a few months.

So, the night we admitted our love for each other, Spencer showed his true colors:

"Shit!" I gasped, collapsing onto Spencer's slightly sweaty and heaving chest as I came down from my high.

"Fuck- I love you so much." he panted, kissing the top of my head as I ran my fingers through his hair, trying my best to catch my breath.

I kiss his nose, "I love you too." He smiles softly at that, and I go to lie down next to him on the bed, but he firmly plants his hands on my hips.

"No,"

"What do you mean no?" I giggle softly, laying soft kisses on his neck.

"I mean, that I want to stay inside of you for a little bit longer."

Well, okay.

I blush, heat rising up my neck as butterflies flutter in my belly for about the millionth time that night.

A few moments pass as he drags his fingers up and down my back soothingly, humming in content as I kiss his neck and jaw; combing my hands through his unruly curls on his head, that used to be slicked back, but obviously not anymore.

Eventually, going against Spencer's protests, I pull off of his body, lying down in the bed next to him and pulling the sheets up to cover my breasts until an unsatisfied sound leaves his lips.

"No, keep the sheets down," he whines, pulling the sheets from my chest and down to my waist so my boobs are exposed to him. He brushes his thumbs over my nipples, kissing each of them lightly and smiling bashfully. I can't help but laugh.

"Spence, I think you might love my boobs more than you love me."

"No," Spencer says, looking up at me through his twinkling eyes, immediately kissing my lips. "I just think they are so beautiful-- just like everything else about you."

I smile softly, kissing his lips, then letting him lie his head on my chest; his arms wrapped around my waist, his mouth kissing and sucking on the soft tissue of each breast as he looks practically entranced by them.

I run my fingers through his hair more, and I soon feel my body drift off into sleep as I feel comforted and relaxed by Spencer soft touches on my boobs, lulling me into my slumber.

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Next Morning: 9:15 a.m.

The next morning, I awoke to Spencer's hands massaging my breasts as he sucks on them lightly.

At first, I thought he was asleep as his eyes are closed and his breathing is slow and soft, but my theories are debunked when he looks up at me through his eyelashes, unlatching his lips from my pebbled nipple, and kissing his way up my chest, neck, and jaw, then slotting his lips with mine as I smile against his lips.

"'Morning." he murmurs against my lips, peppering small kisses on them before pulling away and tucking some of my hair behind my ears.

"Good morning, love," I whisper, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "What were you doing?"

Spencer's face turns a light blush, nuzzling his head in my neck so he doesn't have to look at me in the eyes.

"Nothing." he responds innocently in a sing-song tone, his voice muffled from his mouth being against my skin, Spencer peppering small kisses on my neck.

"Nothing, huh?" I ask, trying my best to not laugh at how embarrassed he is about this.

"W-well- no, I was just admiring you is all."

"Spence," I ask, and he hums in acknowledgement. "I don't mind that you love my boobs, you know that right?"

Spencer pulls away from my neck, a small pink blush still kissing his cheeks.

God he's so fucking adorable.

"Really?" he seems surprised, as though I would reprimand him for showing his love and affection towards me.

"Of course, I love it." I respond honestly, and Spencer's eyes instantly are full with an incredible amount of love-- more than usual which I didn't even think was remotely possible.

He giggles lightly, kissing my lips, then neck, carefully working his way down to my breasts once more, beginning to suck and kiss on them again as his other hand massages the breast his lips can't pay attention to at that particular moment.

I run my fingers through his hair, smiling.

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So, that's how it all began.. Now, whenever Spencer cuddles with me, he'll tuck his head under the shirt I would be wearing, kissing, sucking, and massaging my breasts as he sighs in comfort.

He especially likes doing it after hard cases like today:

I hear the door open and close, my body immediately jolting out of bed and running to the door.

"Spence?" I call out, seeing Spencer turn around, the usual loving spark in his eyes when he sees me not as bright. He looks upset. "Baby, what's wrong?"

He shakes his head, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

"Tough case?" I ask, my heart wrenching in my chest at the sight of him so hurt.

He only nods quietly, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my body, nuzzling his head in my neck as tears fall from his face to the collar of the baggy button-up I am wearing.

"Shh, it's okay, let it out," I console, putting my hand on the back of his head as he tightens his grip around me. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?"

Spencer doesn't answer right away, only pulling away a few moments after my questions and sniffling. I brush my thumbs to wipe away the falling tears from his face, kissing his lips softly, feeling him melt into my touch.

"We couldn't save most of the people on the case," he mumbles against my lips, his voice crackling.

I feel my chest tighten, wanting to comfort him in any way I can.

"I'm so sorry, but I'm sure that you and the team tried your hardest, and I'm so proud of you for that." I say, and Spencer nods, trying his best to smile, but it looks crooked and sad. "Is there anything I can do to help make you feel better?"

I can see him thinking for a moment, until he looks down at my outfit; a button-up of his (that is baggy on me), and my panties.

Not exactly fancy, but it was comfortable at the time.. especially because I hadn't seen Spence in five days and the shirt smelled like him.

Yes, I am lovesick.. what's so wrong with that?

"I want cuddles." he whispers, his voice still thick, and I smile softly, pulling the taut tie loose around his neck and kissing his lips softly.

"Okay, baby."

I hold Spencer's hand in mine, walking to the couch in our living room and lying down on it as Spencer follows in pursuit; laying his head on my chest, wrapping his limbs around mine.

We sigh in content until Spencer adjusts himself, slipping under 'my' button-up and beginning to kiss my right breast, sucking lightly on my nipple every so often, and massaging my left. He sniffles some, and I exhale through my nose in pleasure, the feeling of his soft lips on my skin intoxicating.

Although, I know Spencer is not in the mood for sex at the moment, only hungry for comfort from me and my touch as he moves his head under my shirt, giggling softly as he sucks on my skin.

"What are you laughing about?" I smile, and Spencer pops his head out of the collar of the button-up, a grin on his face as he kisses my lips gently.

"I just love you so much." he says, the familiar twinkle in his eyes returning.

"I love you so much." I say, kissing his nose softly, then his lips.

He smiles, kissing down my neck and back to my breasts, sucking on them again, giggling every so-often.

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Blurby smut request

Spencer with a innocence and corruption kink??

Its ok if not and i love you sm!!

I Am a Sinner, You Are a Saint (part 1 of 2 (?)) (AU) (Dom!Vampire!Spencer)

Here are the vibes for this two-parter!

Summary: Fairy!Reader is intrigued by Vampire!Spencer. However, reader's fae family is incredibly over-protective of her, and doesn't allow her to make contact with Spencer as they deem him as a monster. What happens when they meet in the woods and she finds herself falling for the blood-thirsty--but absolutely incredible man? What happens if her parents find out? How will the reader and Spencer continue their blossoming--but forboden love? (HAPPY ENDING!!!!!!)

AN: hello anon! i know that this is not necessarily what you asked for,but part two will be smut and all about the corruption and innocence k!nk! however, do not fret! i will be writing a regular oneshot blurb as well with innocence and corruption kink with Dom!Spencer! But for now, enjoy my little faes! and yes, this is a happy ending but also may be slightly ambiguous.

 Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

 Category: Angst, smut, fluff

 Age: Reader is about 20 and Spencer is about 30-ish

 CW: (SMUT SOON!!) penetrative sex, unprotected sex, blood consumption (consensual), cursing, innocence k!nk, corruption k!nk, spencer and reader plan to run away together, oral sex (female-recieving), lots of kissing, sneaking out, pet-names from spencer for reader (bunny, flower, my love, love, little fae, my little fae)etc, spencer has some self-hatred, mentions of blood in general (kind of in-detail but not too bad), some angst, age-gap (11 years (spencer is 31 and reader is 20 or reader is 21 and spencer is 30)

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There once lived a beautiful fae.

She lived in a cottage that was delicately placed atop of a dandelion field, that was surrounded by a lush garden of herbs and fruits that she loved to make treats and teas out of.

She lived with her cat, Tubby, and her two fathers; Acassia and Ezra.

And although she wasn't psychically alone, she felt insular between the flower-patterned, papered walls of the confinements of her own room and house.

She loved her fathers dearly, in the way where you have to love your own parents..But they were constantly taking and stripping away the pure happiness that she craved.

She loved to pick and care for her fresh fruits and herbs..but something felt missing.

She longed for the day that she could grow somewhere else..make tea for someone..special.

And every night as she sat in her big oak tree, looking up at the twinkling moon and fluttering her outstretched wings, she came to one conclusion.

She would probably be stuck here forever.

In a place where she couldn't grow.

In a place where she couldn't expand her imaginations.

And each day that seemed to pass along with the same activities, she seemed to only have a lust for a new, hopeful life filled with someone that would capture her buzzing heart, and pepper light kisses on it; giving it the proper love that it wistfully dreamt of.

However, one day, when she lay on her belly outside on the tall grass--the little dandelions tickling her dainty feet with such ease-- she met him.

The air was crisp, the breeze blowing through her hair, and the sun casted golden rays of light on her skin..warming her from the outside in.

She inhaled slowly, enjoying the way the fresh air seemed to clear her lungs, and stretched her wings out..looking in front of her at the way the sun highlighted her wings and casted a sort of iridescent reflection on the green grass in front of her.

She was in the midst of making a dandelion crown; weaving together the ends in a braided pattern, when she heard a slight rustling from the bushes behind her.

It was quiet, and so she eventually just brushed it off as being one of the neighborhood bunnies, her cat, or the flexible wind that made the back of her arms ripple with goose-flesh.

But then it happened again..more prominent this time.

She sat up, turning to the bush and narrowing her eyebrows--her eyes squinting.

"Tubby?" she called, her wings fluttering as a means to lift her graciously to her feet. The fabric of the white, long, silk dress she wore around her figure cinched in around her waist a little too tightly.

She adjusted it, along with her green corset and placed the dandelion crown on her head, the soft curls of her hair creating a comfortable nest for the stems of the flowers to cling to.

The bush rustled again, and her wings lifted her up a bit out of slight cowardice.

"Hello?" she began to walk to the shrub, her heart beating in her ribcage. Even the drum of her heart was beautiful.

"Tubs?" she asked again, but as she made her way further into the woods, the hairs on the back of her neck stood.

Vampire.

Something inside her head whispered the word to her. The word that chilled her to her very spine.

She began to run back--not lifting her eyes away from the wooden area whatsoever.

Unfortunately, as she finally began to get some speed, her back smacked right into a strong-something.

Hoping that it was just a tree, her wings caught her fall and turned her towards what was most certainly not a tree.

"Why, hello, little fae," the man said, chuckling with a certain.. Malice.

She yelped, her wings fluttering and flapping so quickly that they practically launched her seven feet back from the..man.

"Oof," she huffed, hitting her back on a tree and falling to the ground.

The dandelion crown fell from her head, but she never even noticed as she rubbed her eyes, trying to not faint from her impactful hit on the bark.

As her eyes fluttered open, (not nearly as ferociously as her wings) she felt her heart fall to her stomach.

He stood right above her, his canines sharp and white.. a certain crimson flashing through his pupils before dissolving into the soft abyss of black pupils.

"You should be more careful, little fae," he spoke, extending his hand out to her. 

She didn't take it.

"Please! D-do not hurt me, sir!" she squeaked, but the man just barked a laugh.

"Why, I would never do such a thing! I am quite offended!"

She wanted to believe him, but his tone seemed almost sarcastic.

She stared up at him, relishing in his distinguishing features.

His cheekbones were strong but suited his perfectly thin figure.. His eyes, now no longer a deep rouge, were a sweet gold--almost like the sun. 

Small specks of dark brown were found in each eye, his lips plump and pink, and his nose small and button-y. Stubble adorned his already sharp jaw and around his mouth; his hair was a golden brunette--only slightly curly but really it was just beautiful waves.

She was able to see his outfit fully now--the misty terror clearing from her vision. He wore a black chemise to which he rolled up to his forearms, black slacks, and dark brown oxford dress shoes.

"Uhm, s-sir?" she peeped, putting her full trust in him by taking his hand. His teeth had now retracted to a more..human look. She could feel the pointed tips of her ears glow with a light vermillion like the apples of her cheeks.

"Spencer," he spoke again, and she smiled softly, his jaw clenching as a means to try his best to keep a stoic look. Although the urge to smile back was strong. "Spencer Reid."

He helped her up to her feet, and he almost immediately retracted his hand.. as though he had been scalded by her soft touch. She tried to hide her surprising feeling of disappointment.

"Oh," she laughed nervously, playing with his name in her head. "W-well, Spencer Reid, I would like to know what you're doin out here!"

She pouted, propping her hands on her hips and trying her best to seem serious.

He just found it absolutely adorable.

Not just her faux anger, but...her.

"Well, I am not so sure what you mean, little fae," he teased, running his hand through his hair. She just about melted. "I was just going for my daily stroll when I found a darling little fairy playing on her lawn."

She puffed, "I-! I am not...darling!" Her face warmed.

Spencer only laughed, and that seemed to egg her growing annoyance on.

"But you see, little fae," he leaned in, causing a chill to slither up her back. "You are."

Before she could respond, she heard her fathers calling for her on the porch. Thankfully, she and Spencer were hidden from plain sight. 

“Sweetheart!" Ezra called, trying to find her. "It's time for dinner! Your father needs you to set the table!"

Spencer gasped playfully, and Y/n turned her eyes back to him. He lifted her chin with his pointer finger, tilting her head up to look at him through a closer perspective. 

"Time to eat, little fae."

She swallowed thickly, gathering up her courage and said an almost sad, "Goodbye." to Spencer.

He nodded, a smug smirk adorning his stupidly handsome face. She felt her heart flutter like the wings that began to lift her off of the ground.

"Best be on your greatest behaviour, little fae!" he called after her as her wings took her home..only loud enough to where she could hear.

She couldn't help but smile at..well, Spencer.

And her book of memories she stored in the big library in her brain replayed her small scene with him.

As she continued to complete her routine tasks for the evening..she felt happier. 

Lighter.

Less lonely.

Her thoughts were filled with only one thing and one thing only.

Spencer.

Spencer.

Spencer.

Why did he consume her thoughts?

Everybody knows vampires and fairies are enemies.

However, one thing lingered in her mind as she waited to fall into a slumber that night.

Vampires kill fairies..whenever they get the chance. 

So..why didn't Spencer kill her?

What was his angel?

He had enough time to rip her to shreds..but no...he barely touched her.

She knew it was wrong that she was thinking this way.

She knew she should automatically hate him.

She knew her parents would never go for their own daughter being with a rival of theirs.

Or...falling in love with a 'monster'.

But the heart is a rebellious little thing.

It claims and wants what it claims and wants. 

And she couldn't do one little thing about it.

Not one.

And as she finally found her rest, she was sure that she wasn't mad about it.

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Lazy, Sunday Morning (blurb) (Soft!Dom!Spencer)

Request: Nope! But do send me some! 

Summary: When Spencer and Reader wake up early in the morning before their 5-month old daughter, they choose to use their extra (but limited) time in a more..loving manner before their daughter Rue needs attention.

Category: Smutty-fluff

Pairings: Dad!Spencer Reid x Mom!Reader

CW: penetrative sex, lazy sex, unprotective sex, oral sex (female recieving), heavy petting, loving/soft sex, dirty talk

Seperate CW: idk if this is a tw but breastfeeding (?)

AN: let me know if i missed any warnings!! enjoy! <3 also i barely checked for errors so if you see any, please ignore them :)

Word Count: 2258

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Reader’s POV:

The kiss of the warm sun was the first thing I had felt early this Sunday morning. 

The second, was my husband’s arms and body encased around my own, the warmth from the sun and Spencer comforting me. 

And the third thing I felt was the light kisses Spencer peppered along the nape of my neck, gently waking me up and making my heart flutter; similar to the butterflies that swarmed throughout my belly and chest. 

“G’morning,” I sighed, turning around to nuzzle into Spencer’s chest. He smiled sleepily, running his hands up and down my back. 

“Good morning, love,” his voice was slightly scratchy and only a bit hoarse as he sighed, kissing the side of my head as I snuggled my head into the crook of his neck. 

I wiped the sleep from my eyes, yawning lightly and then gently kissing the column of Spencer’s throat, a soft groan rumbling from his chest. 

“Y’know,” I kissed his jaw, “Rue won’t be up until--” I looked at the clock which read 7:25. “--until 7:40...would you maybe wanna-?” 

Before I could even get the words out, Spencer had interrupted me. 

“God, yes,” he kissed my shoulder. “I missed you so fucking much, sweetheart.” 

I smiled, my core pulsing. 

I giggled as Spencer pulled me into a soft kiss, his hands gently cradling my face; the silver rings that adorned his fingers (along with the wedding band (obviously)) cold against the skin of my hips as he worked my shirt up over my head, his hands squeezing my waist as he got ontop of me and kissed down my neck and collarbones; lightly sucking on the peaked skin of my right breast. 

The warm sun contrasting with the cool air of the room made me whine as Spencer kissed down my belly, his head going under the white sheets of our bed. 

“Please,” I whined, rutting my hips up towards his. Spencer only pressed them back down to the mattress with his hands, a small smirk floating upon his pink lips. 

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my cotton underwear, pulling them down my legs gently, and discarding them onto the side of the bed. 

He sighed, kissing and nipping his way down the silky skin of my inner thighs, running his right hand along the back of my left thigh and his left thumb gently teased my clit as he sucked a hickey onto my soft skin. 

“Spencer,” I whimpered, prodding him to begin. My core was throbbing. I missed him so much. He had been gone for a week on a case. 

“Yes, my love?” he asked, feiging innocence; his head resting against thigh. 

“Need you s’bad,” I slurred, running my fingers through his hair. Spencer dragged his thumb across my sensitive clit again, circling the bud before retreating his fingers entirely. 

“Yeah?” he hummed softly, now running his fingers up and down the sides of my waist. 

I nodded fervently, rutting my hips towards him to try and attract his attention to the place I currently needed him most. 

Spencer smiled before dipping his head down to my core, licking a flat stripe upwards. I moaned softly, biting my bottom lip to stifle any noise that tried to escape or echo from my throat. 

Spencer sloppily kissed my cunt, his tongue working in and out of me; my right hand gripped onto his hair and my left gripped onto the sheets beside me. 

That was before he lowly hummed, causing both of my hands to tug on his curls--my body canting to his mouth as I tightened my thighs around him. 

Before I could give him a warning, I felt that familiar numbness spread throughout my body, my mouth agape as I tried to breathe through my orgasm. 

Spencer didn’t stop until he lapped up my release, and until I had to practically pry him off of me. 

The sight of my release and his saliva glistening over his chin was enough to make me come on the spot. 

But before I could admire him any further, Spencer kissed me softly before lazily flipping me flat onto my stomach, his body resting ontop of mine. 

He kissed my shoulder blades and neck, then down my back; his hands massaging my shoulders than running up and down my torso. 

“I missed you so fucking much, Y/n,” he whispered, kissing the expanse of my shoulders. I could feel his hard cock resting against the inner part of my thigh as he practically laid ontop of me; his arms wrapping around my chest and holding me--his front to my back. 

“I missed you, Spence,” I mewled, turning my head to kiss him softly before he suddenly entered my heat slowly--inch by inch. 

The feeling of him stretching me out was so absolutely delicious that I moaned a lot louder than was intended. 

“You’re gon’ have to be quiet for me, love. Don’t want Rue to wake up,” he whispered in my ear, causing my skin to ripple with goose flesh. “Can you do that for me, baby?” he asked, his voice almost condescending. 

I nodded against the pillow my face was pressed into. 

Spencer softly smacked my ass. I yelped into the pillow. 

“I said,” he growled, using his hand to pull my hair so my head could tilt to the side-- half of my face away from the pillow. “Can you do that for me?” 

I nodded, “Yes, baby--Just please fuck me!” 

Spencer smiled softly, kissing my cheek. 

He laid ontop of me, kissing my shoulder before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward into me. A small cry fell from my lips--and without the pillow muffling it, it was louder than expected. I cringed. 

Spencer clamped his hand over my mouth, shushing me gently. 

He grunted softly as he pulled his hips back again, beginning to pound into me; my walls fluttering around him. Although his thrusts were hard and powerful, it was still slow and soft, his hands feeling like they were everywhere on my body. There was a sleepy element to it all, and it only further lit a fire in my belly.

He was laying delicate kisses on my shoulder and shoulder blades, his thrusts slow and hard. He sighed as he continously hit my sweet spot. I clamped around him, whining.

“Fuck-- tell me how it feels, love,” he bottomed into me again--all the way to the hilt. “Tell me how you feel when I fuck into you.” 

I had to stop myself from moaning as he removed his hand from my mouth. 

“So fucking good, baby,” I cried, his right hand coming up from its hold on my hip to intertwine with my hand above my head--his other hand doing the same. “So full.” 

Spencer’s cock twitched violently inside of me, and he used one of his hands to squeeze my breast; rolling my hardened nipple between his thumb and index finger. 

“That’s right, love,” he thrusted harder into me--the only sounds were soft grunts, wetness being pooled between us, and our skin hitting against one another at an absolutely bruising pace. “Shit--you’re so fucking wet and--and tight.” He groaned softly, kissing my shoulder. 

“Spence,” I whined, feeling the familiar building of euphoria in my belly. “You’re so fucking big.” 

Spencer’s chest rumbled against my upper back as he pressed deeper into me, my cunt clenching around him. 

“Harder,” I begged.

Spencer complied, snapping deeper into me at a bruising rate. 

“God, I missed you--I love you so much,” he whined, resting his cheek against my shoulder as he pounded deep into me. “Missed how you feel--felt like I was gone forever.” 

I whined, tears springing at the corners of my eyes at how deep he was inside of me, a long moan exiting my throat (thankfully it was stifled as I pressed my face into the pillow before bending my arm back slightly so my hand could run and tug through his curls.

Spencer pulled me up suddenly, his cock slipping out of me as he adjusted us into a new position that was able to reach a deeper angle inside of me. 

My ass sat against his lower belly, my knees pressed onto the bed. Spencer kneeled behind me; allowing me to sit onto his cock as he wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his head into my neck as he helped me bounce on him--my release building rapidly. 

Spencer could sense my climax. Thus, he clamped his hand over my mouth-- sucking on the skin of my neck as my bouncing became more frequent and my hips weren’t lifting up his length as much as they were before. 

“Fucking come for me,” he nipped my neck, and my eyes rolled back into my head, my body convulsing around him--my hands trying to find anywhere to grab onto. “Such a good girl.” 

He came right after, pressing his lips onto my skin as we rode out our highs--his face snuggling into my hair as he tried to muffle his soft moans that threatened to escape. Warmth spread throughout me as some of his and my come dripped down from my cunt.

As we came down, I turned my head to kiss him, my bouncing coming to an end as I quivered against him. 

“I love you,” I whispered, kissing him once more.

“I love you more,” he smiled softly, holding me so gently and tenderly--just like how our sex had been before we changed positions (not that I was complaining at all; because I certainly was not). I kissed him again, gently picking my hips up so he could pull out of me. 

I turned around, now sitting up on my knees above him as I held his face and kissed him gently, sighing into our greeting. Spencer laid me down on the bed and quickly ran into our bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned me, kissing the top of my inner thigh. He threw the washcloth into the hamper and kissed his way back up to my lips. 

We kissed for a few moments, enjoying our embrace.

“I’ve gotta pee now,” I murmured onto his lips, giggling as he pouted. Right before Spencer could speak, a small and sleepy wail came from the bedroom next to ours. “And Rue’s up. Can you get her so I can go to the bathroom?” 

Spencer smiled. “Of course, love.” 

He kissed my lips once more before getting up and quickly throwing on some boxers and sweatpants. 

I grinned softly as I made my way to the bathroom, going pee and slipping on my panties and one of Spencer’s checkered boxers, rolling the waistband so it wasn’t super loose around my hips. I heard Spencer’s voice crescendo and decrescendo down the hallway as he carried a blubbering Rue to our room. 

“Did my little princess sleep well? Hm? Daddy missed you so much, pretty girl! I love you-Yes, I do!” 

I grinned deeply, throwing on my gray tanktop and then walked out of the bathroom, seeing our daughter laying on Spencer’s chest as she used her tiny hand to hold onto his big thumb, her giggles dancing throughout the room like a beautiful symphony. 

Spencer smiled lovingly at her as she used her tiny hands to squish his cheeks together. 

I enjoyed the image, my whole body feeling warm and swarming with little butterflies that found their familiar spots in my belly and chest. 

“Such tiny hands you have!” Spencer pretend to nibble on her hand, eliciting a bright shriek from the pudgy baby, followed by giggles. 

Spencer traced her face with his index finger, Rue collapsing on his chest and turning her head in my direction.

Her eyes were bright as she whined for me to come over to her. “Mama!” 

I walked over to the bed, sitting up next to Spencer. Rue climbed across him, using her legs to push off of him and jump into my arms. 

“Good morning, angel!” I kissed her head, smoothing down her hair. 

“Hun-hungy!” she spoke, gripping onto my shirt with her hands, trying to stand up in my lap. Spencer ran his hand gently up her upper and lower back; the size of his hand thrice as large as the length and width of her back.

She gripped onto my boob through my shirt, her mouth agape as she tried to latch onto my nipple. 

“Ma-!” she grappled onto my breast.

I giggled, Spencer laughing softly as well. 

“Okay, my love,” I whispered, kissing her head and giving her back to Spencer momentarily so I could pull my shirt off. 

Rue crawled over to me, beginning her feeding.

I smiled down at her, running my hand through her soft hair. 

I could feel Spencer’s eyes on me, his hand running up my arm and sitting up to kiss my shoulder. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. I blushed. “I’m gonna go make some tea, do you want some?” 

Spencer had stopped drinking coffee for me because he knew that I couldn’t drink any because of breastfeeding. Of course, I told him he didn’t need to do that, but he insisted. 

I nodded, smiling up at him. He kissed me softly. 

“I love you.” 

I couldn’t help but feel all happy and giddy. 

“I love you.”

Spencer turned down to the baby, pressing his lip softly upon the top of her head before gently cooing, “And I love you!” 

I couldn’t be happier

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

In The Spirit of Halloween... (blurb)(fluff)

Summary: Spencer always thought that he was Halloween crazy.. That was until he met his girlfriend...

Category: Fluff!

Request: Nope! but my inbox is always open for more!! <3

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

CW: none that i can think of! I guess kissing (?)

AN: i cannot wait for halloween! i kind of paired a slightly grumpy spencer with an overexcited reader lol..hope you enjoy! 

ps: I barely checked for mistakes so if you see any, ignore them lol

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NOT MY GIF!! IDK WHO’S IT IS I FOUND IT ON GOOGLE LOL

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Spencer’s POV: 

“Spencer!”

Y/n’s squeal is the first thing to pull me out of my slumber. Not that I mind one bit.. Her voice is so sweet and beautiful.. I could listen to it all day; like a beautiful melody. 

However, the next thing that brutally made my eyes snap open (and practically my backbone), was Y/n launching onto my body with extra velocity. 

“God,” I groaned, however she quickly interrupted, straddling my hips with her thighs. 

“Spence! Guess what day it is?” She rocked back and forth on me excitedly, and I so badly wanted to keep up my grumpy persona..but she was making it incredibly difficult. 

“Y/n, what time is it?” I huffed, absent-mindedly placing my hands on her hips to stop her incessant movements. 

“Spencer!” she pouted, tugging on the hem of my shirt as a means to get my full attention as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Ugh! It’s--it’s 5:55, but that’s not what matters!” 

I ran my hand up and down her torso, trying to calm her down. 

How the fuck does she always have so much energy? 

“Honey, it’s almost six in the morning,” I breathed, but she did not let up one bit--no, not at all. 

“I know what time it is, dummy!” she giggled, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. “But guess what day is it?” 

I shrugged, wanting to just go back to sleep with her in my arms. “I don’ know, love..”

That’s when she groaned, rolling her eyes and slipping under my sleep shirt, popping her head through the colllar. 

I chuckled softly, cursing how cute she looked with bright and wide eyes, our limbs tangled together. 

“It’s the first of October! Only the best month there is! Halloween is in 30 days, mister!” she squeaked, and I puckered my lips to get a kiss from her--in which she gladly gave me. 

“We-we can go to the pumpkin patch! An’-an’ get all our decorations out an’ make Halloween cookies and listen to Halloween music!” she exclaimed, and I couldn’t help but smile at her, my heart and chest getting warm. 

“Love, do you think we can get another at least.. I don’t know.. Hour of sleep in?” I tried to compromise. 

“Spencer! We need to begin now! Penny said that she will come over and carve pumpkins with us!” she smiled, peppering a light kiss along my jawline. 

I ran my hands up and down her spine and she shivered, snuggling closer to me, her eyes closing. 

I soothed her so much, that she nuzzled her head into my neck, laying soft kisses on my skin. I hummed in response. 

“I nee’--we needa get up an’-” she yawned, stumbling over her words. I smiled softly, running my hands against the skin of her back. 

“Let’s get some rest, okay, sweetheart?” I prompted softly. 

“Mm, you-you’re so warm.” she hummed, and I couldn’t help but grin, my eyelids feeling heavy as well. 

“Oh, my baby’s so sleepy,” I kissed the side of her neck, and she giggled softly, sighing. “We have 31 days to celebrate..but let’s celebrate at a reasonable time. Does that sound good?” I asked, but before I could get an answer, I heard her soft snores which inevitably lulled me into my own sleep.

Which only lasted another two hours before she woke me up once more..however this time, I was ready to celebrate.

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Beautiful Boy (blurb) (comfort fluff)

Summary: Spencer feels insecure about his body, but reader cheers him up :)

CW: body image issues, talk of gaining weight, talk of not eating, crying, struggling to eat, kissing, comfort fluff <3

AN: Hello my loves! I hope you guys enjoy this one shot. I've been feeling bad about myself lately and I like to express my emotions through writing so I hope you enjoy this one shot! If you want me to do a one shot like this but y/n is insecure, let me know! (This one shot is kind of a blurb btw) You all are amazing, beautiful, smart, and talented and I love each and every one of you! If you need to talk to anyone, PLEASE message me and I'd be glad to talk. You are not alone, even if it may feel like you are. <33

note: i barely checked it for mistakes, so if there are any, please ignore them lol

Reader's POV:

Spencer was a such a beautiful being.

I loved everything about him.

His bright aura that beamed so brightly around him made it impossible not to see what a kind and caring type of man he was. He was amiable and well-liked when it came to the people he surrounded himself with.

Everything about him was beautiful. His personality, his smile, his whole entire face, his body and soul. He was so pure, yet he felt so damaged inside.

The fact that he thought so lowly of himself made my heart wrench in my chest.

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Spencer had been out on a case in Arizona for two days before he got home one Tuesday evening.

I was drying off in the bathroom from just being in the shower when I heard the door to our apartment open and close. Quickly, I got into a purple sweater of Spencer's and some sleep shorts, as well as purple and blue mismatched socks.

Walking out into the living room to see where he was, I found no trace of him, only seeing his satchel hung up on the rack we had by the front door, his black converse stacked ontop of one another in the small wooden cubby under the rack his satchel hung on.

My eyebrows drew together as I called his name out before hearing small sniffles coming from our bedroom. Upon further inspection, I saw Spencer, his back turned away from the door as he sat on the edge of the bed in our room, hunched over slightly as his arms were wrapped around his waist.

"Spence?" I asked sweetly, my tone soft and tender. I walked over to him to see small tears falling from his eyes, my chest tightening at just the sight of him.

"The case must have ended poorly", I had thought to myself, getting on my knees in front of him as I tried to get a better look at him.

"Spence, what happened? Did the case end badly?"

Spencer made no effort to respond with words, only responding with a slight shake of his head.

"Then what's wrong baby?" I asked, bringing a hand up to his knee as I rubbed it soothingly, trying to pry an answer out from him. Instead, Spencer turned away slightly, trying his best to hide his tears from me. "Hm?" I hummed, combing my fingers through his hair before I stood up, sitting behind him on the bed. I softly kissed his back, getting on my knees as I pulled some hair back from his face, kissing his neck gingerly.

After a moment, Spencer turned to look at me, his eyes red and swollen; his tear-stained cheeks a light crimson. He sniffled some more, his lower lip quivering slightly before he wrapped his arms around me tightly, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. My shirt began to get damp with his salty tears as I shushed him, sobs breaking from his throat, his breathing shaky. I combed my fingers through his chestnut hair. I knew that he was probably seeking solace at the moment, so of course I gave it to him right away.

"I h-hate the way I look-- the w-way I am." he cried softly, his sniffling increasing.

My heart practically shattered at his words as I pulled his face away gently with my hands that cupped his cheeks.

He looked so broken.

"What happened?" I asked gently, feeling the corners of my eyes soften.

Spencer swallowed thickly before responding. "On the case I brought some work shirts with me, and I've worn them throughout the years.. I mean ever since I started at the BAU, but none of them fit me anymore. T-they were all tight on me."

I felt my heart sink as I sighed softly before bringing his head back to my shoulder, Spencer grasping the material of my sweater firmly.

"Spence, our bodies change all of the time. You've been working out and eating more," I whispered through his soft whimpers, guiding him with me to lie down on the pillows behind us. "Your body has changed. And you look amazing. You always have. You're the most beautiful person inside and out...but now that you are getting stronger, your body is acclimating to that."

I felt Spencer angle his head upward to lay a soft kiss on my neck before nuzzling back into it, my arms wrapped around him as I wove my fingers through his hair.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you," Spencer responded, his voice still cracking with emotions that had seeped through; his breathing still shaking as his sniffles lessened. However, I still felt some tears roll off his face and onto my neck, but I paid no mind to it, my only goal was to show Spencer how amazing he was and how much he meant to me. It was quiet for a few minutes, his breathing starting to become less rapid. "I-I haven't eaten much these past few days. I haven't felt like I deserve food." he murmured.

"Love, you deserve food.. Your body deserves food. Do you want to eat right now? I have some thai food I ordered for the two of us tonight." I suggested, feeling Spencer tug me towards his body, pulling me impossibly close to him.

"Can we sleep for a little first? I haven't gotten much rest either."

"Of course, love."

Spencer pulled away a little to look at me, his eyes no longer filled with tears, nor did they have the essence of stress that laced them like earlier. They were puffy and red, his lips swollen and a dark pink from his incessant biting, but he smiled lovingly at me, and I mirrored his look. He pulled me close again, kissing my lips gently and with so much care.

"Spence, you are so amazing, smart, and beautiful. You're perfect. And I know it may not help but I will love you no matter the circumstances. Even if you lose or gain weight, it doesn't matter to me. The only thing that matters is that you're healthy, safe, and happy." I whispered against his lips, peppering a small kisses on them.

I pulled away to see that his face had lit up with a small blush.

Spencer slotted his lips over mine, tugging me close to him as he littered my face and neck with small kisses. I didn't expect an answer or response from him. He didn't need to answer me. His affection seemed to have answered all the questions in the world.

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Spence and I had fallen asleep, our limbs perfectly woven together as we breathed in each other's calming scents.

I missed this.

I missed him.

Of course I knew he had only been gone for a couple days, but I still couldn't help but feel emotional when he would get home from cases.

His job was extremely dangerous, and the fact that he had such an amazing team that kept him as safe as possible to come back to me made my heart happy.

I don't know what I would do without him.

It had been around two hours since he had made it home. Meaning we had slept for about an hour and a half. I gently pried myself from his deadly grasp, walking to the kitchen to heat up the thai food that had been sitting in the fridge for several hours now.

If he wanted to eat, that would be great.

However, if he didn't feel the need to eat anything I wasn't going to force him. I just knew that food is what he most definitely needed after all of this.

I set some water on the table, dishing the food out onto plates as I heard Spencer call my name sleepily from our room.

My heart fluttered in my chest, my stomach filling with so many butterflies it was nauseating.

I walked into our room, seeing Spencer half awake, his eyes barely open.

"C'mere," he croaked, making grabby-hands towards me as I giggled. I walked over to him, kissing his forehead as I sat on the bed. Spencer smiled lazily, "Thank you for being you and making me feel better."

"Of course, Spence. Although I'm not really sure how to be anybody else." I joked, kissing his lips softly, Spencer chasing mine as I pulled away. I kissed him again. "There's food on the table. If you don't want it you don't need to eat it, but I think it would make you feel less sleepy." I said, combing my fingers through his hair, Spencer nuzzling his head into my palm like a small kitten would with its owner.

He nodded softly, sitting up and taking my hand as we began to walk to the kitchen.

He sat down at the table, looking down at the food nervously.

"I-I don't know if I should eat," he frowned, shoving his food around on the plate in front of him.

"Okay, you don't need to eat. You can just have something tomorrow. But if you really are hungry but you feel like you don't deserve it, remember-- you do. Your body needs fuel, and you deserve to eat something delicious." I said, rubbing his hand under the table.

Spencer nodded, taking a bite of the chicken that sat in front of him. He chewed a few times before digging into his rice.

We began eating, Spencer only focused on eating his rice and vegetables and not his chicken. Which of course was fine by me as at least he was eating something.

After about twenty minutes, Spencer cleaned the table as I washed my dishes. He wrapped his arms around me as I finished washing out a ceramic bowl. Resting his head on my shoulder, he pulled my hair back from my neck and kissed the soft tissue. I smiled, drying my hands off and kissing his lips.

"Hey, you want to take a bath with me?" I asked, and Spencer nodded fervently, bending down to kiss me once more before following behind me to the bathroom.

The rest of the night was calm and filled with so much love. We sat in the bubble bath, saying our I love you's and sharing small touches and kisses.

I had so much love to give him that it felt almost impossible.

But I was going to try and gift it to him.

Because he deserved all the love in the world.

--

I think that one of the greatest misfortunes is that we, as humans, are unable to truly see our own beauty. We cannot see how we look when we have a genuine laugh. We cannot see how we look when we smile brightly around others. We can only see what we wished we looked like. We can only see what we look like in pictures and in videos. And since our cellular devices do not hold the ability to show what we look like in the eyes of a fellow human, we feel bad about ourselves when we look back at the picture or the video.

I like to think of it like this: Have you ever taken a picture of the moon with your phone?

If you have, the picture probably came out to be blurry, maybe sort of lackluster. But when we put away our devices and tilt our heads back to look at the beautiful craters that indent the white glow of the moon, we believe that it is one of the most mesmerizing things. That nothing can compare to the way the moon looks on a clear, dark night; the stars twinkling around the celestial body which makes it all the more ethereal.

Fact of the matter is: our eyes are sneaky little things. They make us think that we are looking into a funhouse mirror when we look at our reflection. We may think our head is too big or too small. Or that our teeth are crooked and yellow.

But I truly believe one thing, which is that our beauty 'flaws' is what makes us all the more beautiful. The stretch marks that lie paths on our skin make us look all the more beautiful, all the more grown. The skin dimples that rest so gently upon our soft tissue creates a look of realness, which is something I find so adornful.

Because in reality, our bodies are most beautiful when we show off our so-called flaws.

#fluff #bodypositivity #criminalminds #spencerreidxreaderfluff

[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Sincerely, Yours (fluff)

(NOT MY GIF)

Summary: Reader gets little presents for Valentines Day from February first to February fourteenth. However, the gifts are not signed and the reader doesn’t have a significant other.. Hmm, what a mystery.

CW: fluff!!, kissing

Word Count:

AN: hey guysss when you read this, did you get the Bo Burnham (Zach Stone) reference, lol? Hope you enjoyed this one-shot!! More stuff is coming soon. <3

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The mystery of the Valentine's Day letters.

No, contrary to popular belief, this was actually not a murder case name that was nicknamed by the spunky Penelope Garcia. This was actually my life.

It was a surprise to say the least; a beautiful one.

It was the first of February, the beginning to the month of love and happiness-- of course, if you’re in a relationship. But, if you’re like me; a person who is saliently single, you know that this time of year can be painful.. Especially for a hopeless romantic adult.

However, my battles with the beloved holiday were silenced once I trekked through the Virginia snow and made it to the BAU building. I took the elevator, then entered the bullpen that was decorated with red sparkly hearts and small Christmas lights that were obviously hung up by Garcia once everybody had left yesterday (I knew she was up to no good when she rushed everybody out of the office because she ‘had a surprise planned').

“Happy love-month, Pretty girl,” Derek winked, flashing me a bright grin as he made his way to fill up his coffee cup.

“For you,” I muttered, but smiled back at him.

I set my bag down and went to sit down at my desk before I saw it: a letter addressed to me.

It had a red wax heart seal on it, the paper dyed a light brown and smelling of dried coffee.

My eyebrows furrowed as I sat down, carefully opening the letter.

It read:

Dear Y/n,

I love you. So much. I love you so much that it is hard to pick just a couple of things out. I love the way you laugh. I love the way you smile. I can’t stand to be without you for even a second. You have truly turned me into myself. Before you, nobody allowed me to be me. You listen to me, unlike the others. You’re so different from them. I watch from afar as you work diligently, or read your books. I love watching you talk. I love watching you in general.

Oh, Gosh. That makes me seem like a stalker. I swear, I am not. I know that probably doesn’t help, oh, God. I’m sorry, I’m very nervous.

I laugh softly as my heart flutters in my chest, shock coursing through my veins.

Moving on..

You have allowed me to smile and be happy again. You’ve helped me so much and you don’t even know it. And for that I love you. I love you, Y/n.

Writing this out is difficult as I wish I could tell you in person, but I am too much of a wimp.

I’m too afraid of rejection.

Hopefully, though, I can show you with little things each day, representing how much I care for you.

How much I appreciate you.

How much I think about you..

You are a gift to this world--this universe.

Enjoy. You deserve everything amazing.

<3

“She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;

And humble cares, and delicate fears;

A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;

And love, and thought, and joy.”

Sincerely, Yours.

-R

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My thumb gently brushed over the little doodle of a heart on the paper.

Somebody loved me?

Is this a joke?

I looked around, examining the building.

No one in my sight except for when the elevator dinged as Spencer Reid walked into the bullpen, his hands clutching his satchel tightly as his eyes glanced in my direction. He smiled meekly before averting his gaze from mine and I felt a blush linger on the apples of my cheeks.

I looked back down at the letter and re-read it about ten more times.

I read the poem that was quoted on the bottom of the coffee-stained paper once more. I had heard it before. I just couldn’t put my finger on who wrote it.

The letter at the bottom signing off the note made my heart skip a beat.

I didn’t know anyone who’s first name started with an R.

I knew a person who had an R incorporated in their name.

It couldn’t be.. Could it?

The writing was messy, but neat. It was although the person writing this to me was using a mask over their original handwriting to make it less recognizable. Something about it was so familiar, but so different. The paper was written by someone with a certain chicken-scratch, quirky, penmanship.

I only knew one person besides-- well, me-- that had that sort of handwriting.

That’s when it began to click..however, I still wasn’t completely sure.

I hoped it was him.

I really hoped it was him.

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The rest of the week passed by in a blur.

However, each day my desk was decorated with some sort of present.

On Monday, it was the note.

Tuesday: a giant teddy bear.

Wednesday: chocolates, flowers, and glitter that sprinkled over my desk.

Thursday: a box of different crystals; Amethyst, Clear Quartz, Rose Quartz, Citrine, Apatite, Agate, Moonstone, Selenite.

Friday: A delivery man had dropped off limited edition copies of my favorite books, signed by my 'secret admirer' (--name given to by Penelope).. Which I never even thought were still available.

Each day, I was given something incredible, and I was extremely grateful except for one thing. I wanted to meet this person. I had a nagging suspicion as to who it was from, and the team kept teasing me about it.. Well, all except Reid.

Spencer kept his head down, averting his eyes from mine as he would run away whenever I received my gifts. At first I thought that it was just a coincidence until Valentine's day came up, and my earlier suspicions were correct.

I had decided to come in early to get work done so I could head home early and have more time to pig out on candies that I had bought in bulk at the grocery store. I planned on watching movies and daydreaming about my ‘secret admirer’.

However, my stomach felt as though it were tickling itself; a swarm of butterflies fluttering in my belly making me feel so queasy that I had to take a deep breath as I watched Spencer Reid on Valentine’s Day, place a velvet box on my desk and write something on a piece of paper with it.

I was thrilled.. Though, I stayed rooted in place in front of the glass doors of the BAU trying to comprehend everything.

Spencer.

Spencer Reid. Loved me.

And I loved him.

I have always loved him, I just thought I wasn’t good enough for him.

He was cute, sweet, smart, etcetera. And I was.. Well.. I don’t know exactly.

Cool?

No... cool is definitely not in a book of synonyms that related to the name Y/n.

I made my way to my desk as Spencer quickly sat down, his nose buried in a book as he remained nonchalant.

“Hey, Spence,” I smiled, trying to bite back the giddiness of it all. My heart pounded in my chest.

He looked up, and a light blush crossed his features. “H-hey, Y/n.”

I pretended to do my best to fake-gasp as I picked up the velvet box that laid on my desk to act more surprised. “Spence, did you see who left this here for me?” I asked.

“Wh- uh, n-nope. I haven’t-haven’t seen anyone. I just got here.” he squeaked, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“Oh, okay,” I smiled, carefully opening the letter that was taped onto the jewelry box.

Dear, Y/n.

I hope you’ve enjoyed your gifts.

I hope you enjoy this one the most.

I know what I’ve given you may not be much, but I truly love you.. I hope you at least like me.

Who am I kidding? You don’t even know who I am.

That’s why I hope you have figured out who I am.

The urge to tell you is unbelievably strong, I am just worried.

Worried that you won't love--or like me the same as I love and like you.

I hope you like your gift. :)

Enjoy.

<3

-R

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I smiled, placing the letter down on my desk as I opened the red box.

Oh.

Wow.

I gasped lightly as I took it out of the box, and I saw Spencer’s face blush as he peeked behind his book.

A golden, switchblade necklace.

I can’t believe he did that for me.

I already loved him so much as it was, and now this?

“Hey, Spence?” I piped up, and he looked up at me. I laid the necklace down gently on my desk and walked to him as his eyes grew wide. I bent down and hugged him tightly, and he hugged me back almost immediately, the silver watch that rested on his wrist slightly cold pressing against my clothed back. “Thank you--” I whispered, before Hotch interrupted.

“We have a case.”

I stood up, and walked away, a new alacrity in my walk as I smiled back at Spencer who’s face had gone a bright red, even the tips of his ears. He scrambled out of his chair and grabbed his satchel.

My heart jumped.

I picked the imaginary flower petals in my mind as I walked to the roundtable.

He loves me, he loves me not..

--

Finally, after a long time at the police station, we had made it back to the hotel.

We were in Massachusetts for a case, and were working hard.

Spencer had kept his distance from me for the portion of the day, only squeaking a small ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ when we accidentally met together to grab some coffee. I tried talking to him, but he seemed to have run away each time I turned around. However, I still felt his eyes on me whenever mine weren’t on him.

The tension was strong, and all I wanted to do was tell him that I loved him and kiss him.

God, I really wanted to kiss him.

My neck, which had been adorned with the necklace he had bought for me, always made him get flustered, and gosh, he looked so adorable. Everytime he would catch a glance of the necklace, he would smile to himself, blush, or begin to stutter if he was talking.

Hotch had each of us room alone, so when I heard Spencer say goodnight to Elle and Morgan and begin to walk past my door to his hotel room (we were neighbors), I opened my door and tugged on his tie, and yelp exiting his throat as I pulled him into my room.

I couldn't hold it in anymore.

“I love you,” I said breathlessly. “I love you, Spencer Reid. I knew it was you from the beginning. I appreciate the gifts. Oh, God, this feels so good to say! I love you, I love you, I love you.” I admitted quickly, my right hand wrapped around his tie and my left on his wrist.

I began to babble as Spencer digested the information.

“You knew?” he blushed, and I nodded.

“Yes. You didn’t have to give me anything, though. N-not that I’m not grateful for it! The gifts were so sweet and thoughtful-- but I feel the same now, if not more, than I felt for you a week ago. I love you.”

Spencer smiled softly, and it was quiet for a second before I kissed him passionately, our lips tingling as they joined. I feel him smile against me as we clack our teeth together lightly.

“Y-Yes! O-oh my God.” Spencer exclaims, pulling away from me, then pulls me back to his lips for a passionate kiss, his hands cupping my face. “S-sorry, I’m just really happy right now.”

“Me too,” I giggled, my chest filling with butterflies. “I knew those gifts were from you. I loved the letters.” I said, Spencer’s hands still cupping my face gently.

“Thank you! I-I should’ve..canwekissagain?” Spencer babbled quickly before bending down and pulling my head gently up to his as we kissed again, smiles breaking out on our faces. He pulled away momentarily, however my lips felt as though his were still on them. “I-I should’ve just told you straighaway if I would’ve known that you loved me too. God, I love you. I love you so much, Y/n.”

"I love you, Spencer." I kissed him again, and his hands roamed my body and face as we kissed.

"O-oh wow! This is-" he kissed me again as I giggled, "-th-this is great! This-" Again, he kissed me. "Wow, I love you. I can't-" he peppered my lips with billions of soft kisses as I laughed. "This can't be real."

I smiled, "Believe it, Doctor Reid. It's real."

He smiled as our mouths and tongues met over and over again.

I blushed, my whole entire being and existence beyond happy.

Our lips met more than a couple times that night as we pronounced our love for each other multiple... multiple times.

I would always cherish those letters.

Maybe Valentines day wasn't so bad as long as I had Spencer Reid with me.

So..

What are some synonyms for Y/n and Spencer?

Oh, right.. in love with each other.

He loves me.

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“She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;

And humble cares, and delicate fears;

A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;

And love, and thought, and joy.”  -William Wordsworth; "The Sparrow's Nest "

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#fluff #fanfiction #spencerreid #drspencerreid #criminalminds #criminalmindsfluff #spencerreidxreader #spencerreidxreaderfluff #spencerreidfluff #valentinesday #smut #criminalmindsspencerreid #lovenotes #loveletters #secretadmirer

[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Drunk Words are Sober Thoughts (fluff)(blurb)

CW: alcohol consumption, intoxicated person, fluff!!

Reader's POV:

Spencer Reid never got drunk.

He never took shots, or drank under any occasion.

Seriously, in the past two years that I have known him, I had never seen him even the slightest bit drunk, nor tipsy really.

That's why when he came to my apartment at midnight on a Friday night, completely blasted I was very confused.

I first met Spencer when I moved in the apartment next to his; in which he immediately became my best friend.. Whom I quickly developed a crush on. Now, that flower has blossomed into a valley of many flowers. Meaning that currently, and for the longest time--I was practically in love with everything he did, and everything he was. Every small thing he would think not to be a big deal, took space up in my already love-filled heart.

For instance, when he would get me coffee in the morning before his job, and drop it off on my kitchen counter with a cute little note. (I had gotten him a copy of keys to my apartment as he would always come over when he had no cases.)

But enough of that.

Let's get back to the point.

I was very worried that something was wrong for him to be that drunk and showing up at my apartment door at one-thirty in the morning:

First, I heard hard knocks at my door, making me practically jump out of my skin as I slowly crept to my living room.

I thought to myself; Who the hell is knocking on my door this damn early?

I looked through the peep-hole just to see a smiley Spencer, him waving at the passing teenagers animatedly as they just rolled their eyes at him, some teenage girls giggling and blushing at his behavior. Before he could embarrass himself any further, I opened the door, to which he quickly whipped his head around, smiling drunkenly at me.

"Y/n!" he practically shouted, dragging out the last sounds of my name.

I giggled softly, then tugged on his tie; him stumbling inside my apartment as I shut the door. His arms immediately wrapped around my body, his back bent and his face squished against my shoulder.

"Spence, what are you doing here?" I asked, combing my fingers through his curly hair, trying my best to move him to the couch as his lean frame had almost collapsed on top of me.

"I just wanted to see you, Bunny." he slurred, his fingers digging into my skin. He stood up, swallowing thickly and looking at me through a half-lidded gaze, a big grin plastered on his face. "Bun-ny," Spencer booped my nose through each syllable, giggling at his 'joke'.

I put my hands on either side of Spencer's face, seeing his eyes widen, his cheeks a light crimson. "Spencer, focus," I said, trying my best not to laugh at his drunken-state.

"Silly girl, I always focus." he hiccuped, putting his warm hands on my face, holding me gently.

I rolled my eyes jokingly, pulling his head closer to mine so he would look me right in the eyes.

"Spence, why are you drunk? You never drink."

Spencer sighed, putting his forehead against mine for a moment before pulling back, a toothy grin plastered across his face as he admired mine.

"You're so pretty," he blushed, tracing his fingers along the outlines of my face as I giggled, completely flustered at his actions. "You know that? Such a prettyyyy girllll!" Spencer sang, swaying side to side.

"Spencer!" I laughed, straightening his tie out. "Shhh.. it's midnight, love."

Spencer, however, did not listen to one word I said as he sang, his voice cracking at the higher notes. "Y/n! She's sooo pretty, beautiful, and smarttt."

I couldn't help my laughter which echoed throughout the apartment, making Spencer's eyes light up at the noise. "Aaand I love her laugh. Yeah! I love- I love herrr so much!"

I felt myself get warmer, butterflies swarming throughout my belly as Spencer wrapped his arms around me again, trying my best to shush Spencer as our neighbors would definitely be mad at me.

I hid behind my hands as he kept singing, my face no doubt a dark red.

Spencer immediately wrapped his hands around my wrists, pulling them away from my face as he pouted.

"Don't cover your beautiful face up, I'm not done looking at it," he remarked; a lovesick, dopey smile inching across his lips as he still held my wrists with his big hands, his lean frame towering over my body.

"Although I don't think I'll every be done looking at you." he admitted, which made me blush even more.

"Spence, you're embarrassing me." I giggled, swaying my body with his as he looked down at me.

I began to see tears form in his eyes, his bottom lip quivering.

"I'm s-sorry, I-I didn't mean to make you embarrassed." Spencer whimpered, a tear streaming down his cheek.

My heart throbbed in my chest as I quickly tore one of my hands from his grasp, wiping his wet cheek with my thumb gently.

"Oh, Spencer," I whispered, and he nudged his cheek further into the palm of my hand, rubbing against it as a kitten would with its owner. "I was just joking, love."

I consoled him as best as I could, and Spencer sniffled softly, a small smile breaking out on his face once more. He just looked down at me in awe, his grin so wide it crinkled the skin of the outercorners of his eyes.

"What?" I laughed at his sudden change of demeanor.

"Nothing," Spencer cooed, wrapping his arms around my waist again. "I just love when you call me 'love'. It makes me so happy."

I began to get flustered again, his simple touch bringing warmth and happiness with it as the energy struck throughout my veins.

"Well, I'm glad it makes you happy." I smiled, cupping his cheek, then ran my fingers down his shoulder and arm, all the way to his hand. I weaved my fingers through his, and Spencer brought my hand up with his to kiss my knuckles lightly.

"You know what?" Spencer asked, playing with the collar of my shirt. I hummed in question. "I'm sooo sleep-y." he hiccuped once more, a breathy laugh coming from his mouth.

"You're sleepy?" I asked, laughing softly with him. "Come on, you can crash here."

Spencer's smile got bigger as I dragged him to my bedroom, him almost immediately flopping onto the mattress. He then laid down and began snuggling close to a pillow.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and began combing my fingers through his hair, brushing some of his fallen curls from his eyes and kissing his forehead lightly.

"Y/n?" Spencer asked quietly, his eyes closed as he leaned into my touch. "I love you so much."

I felt my heart flutter in my chest, a blush creeping up my neck and to my cheeks.

"I love you too, Spence."

"No, no," he stopped my movements by holding my wrist, looking up at me through his puppy-eyes. "I love you. More than a friend would."

I gulped, my breath hitching in my throat.

Was he just saying this because he was drunk?

Or was this actually how he felt?

I smiled softly, resuming my actions by combing my fingers through his hair.

"Shh, go to sleep, love." I shushed. Spencer's eyes became sad, his bottom lip puffing out.

"Do you not love me that way?" he asked, his hands flexing on the pillow that he held in his grasp so tightly.

Huh. Never thought I'd be jealous of a pillow, but here we are.

"No, Spence," I began, dragging my thumb softly across his cheekbone. "I love you that way, too. So, so much."

"Really?" he smiled, his eyes beginning to close.

"Really." I reassured him, wanting to talk about this when he wasn't so drunk.

Spencer smiled sleepily, his eyes beginning to close completely, my fingers still working to relax him.

"Y/n," he whispered, using his index finger to signal me to come closer to him. "I only got drunk so I could talk to you and not be all-- flustered and nervous...but I guess it didn't really work." he hiccuped once more, a heavy sigh falling from his lips.

I laughed softly, but frowned a bit, laying down next to him on the bed. "Spence, you didn't have to do that.. You could've just talked to me when you were sober, and I would want to be with you right then and there."

Spencer's grasp on the pillow he held so tightly to his chest lessened, and he pushed it aside, now tugging me closer to him as he nuzzled his head in my neck, his liquor-smelling breath tickling my skin. "N-no, because you're so beautiful and perfect, and I love you so much and I've loved you for so long and-"

"Spence, get some sleep and we can talk about this in the morning." I whispered, kissing the side of his head.

"M'okay." he slurred, pulling me close to him so that he could lay his body on mine, his legs intertwining around mine, and his arms wrapped around my waist whilst his head stayed in the same location, which was my neck. He kissed my skin lightly, then hugged me tightly, releasing some of the pressure and instantly falling asleep in my arms, his fingers still subconsciously drawing small shapes on my arm.

Although I thought he was fully asleep, I heard small murmurs come from him.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.." Spencer repeated that phrase a few more times, laying soft kisses on my neck and earlobe, running his hands gently along my waist. I felt more butterflies erupt in my stomach, a soft smile on my face.

A few moments later, I heard soft snoring coming from his nose; his comforting scent and hold on me pulling me into a peaceful slumber.

I love you too, Spencer.

I guess a drunken man's words are a sober man's thoughts.

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AN: HEYYY

i promise that the next one shot will be smut, i just really wanted to make this one-shot!

i hope you enjoyedddd

update: so i MAY write a part two to this, but idk. i have 0 inspiration and my brain can't rack together the part two for this one shot. sooo you may have to just think of your own ending.

just know, they get together :D

<33

(new chapters coming out in beautifully broken and i hate (love) you, spencer reid)

#spencerreidxreader #spencerreidxreaderfluff #fluff #spencerreid #drspencerreid #criminalminds #fanfic

[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Sick Day (blurb/fluff)

Spencer Reid x GN! Reader

Request?: Yes! @breadbinmarbles

"I've always seen Spencer comforting the reader when sick but I think it would be so interesting seeing reader take care of Spencer"

Thank you for your request! Sorry it took forever!

CW: sick Spencer (flu+flu symptoms obviously (he doesn't have the stomach flu, just a regular flu)), babying Spencer lol, emetophobia (fear of v*miting), fluff!!

AN: Enjoy!! I unfortunately won't be posting in Beautifully Broken this weekend but I will next! I'm just trying to get settled into school atm! also sorry if you hate this lol i hope did like it though <3

Word Count: 1084

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Reader's POV:

I should've known how sick Spencer was when he walked into the bullpen this morning.

His usual dark circles that adorned his eyes in a kindly manner only seemed to have darkened, his face pale and a sheen of sweat slicked across his forehead.

His body trembled as he worked, and he must've gone through a whole entire box of tissues at his desk.

"Hey, Spence," I ran my fingers through his hair and he hummed softly, sniffling.

"H-Hi, Y/n." his voice was stuffy and thick, the congestion making it hard for him to talk.

"Honey, why don't you go home and get some rest?" I offered, although he shook his head, slightly wincing at the fact his head was most definitely pounding.

"N-No, that's alright. I have paperwork to do." he coughed into his elbow, then swallowed thickly as he looked up at me through tired, big eyes.

I pushed back his fallen hair from his forehead and kissed his skin lightly, sucking in a soft gasp at the heat that exuded from him.

Spencer's pale face turned a light pink at my touch.

"Spence, you're burning up!"

He shrugged, clearing his scratchy throat.

"No, no, come on. You need to go home. I'll take care of you."

Again, the young doctor shook his head, "No, you don't need to do that. I-I'm okay!"

He tried persuading me, but I was having none of it.

The poor thing could barely keep his eyes open!

"I just need some tea."

I scoffed lightly as he stood up from his desk, dizzily walking to the kitchenette.

"Okay, now I know you're really sick," I followed after him, his legs beginning to tremble underneath him. He held himself up against the counter, barely able to pour the hot water into his coffee mug straight. I rubbed his back lightly with my hand, telling him that I would make his tea for him. He obliged, stepping back to allow me to have more room to prepare everything.

Once finished, I turned back to him, handing his tea to him before his face was whiter than I had ever seen it. His neck was flushed, as he dropped the tea on the ground, and I yelped at the hot water making contact with my pant leg; the mug shattering in half.

Spencer sprinted to the bathroom, and I quickly caught up to him, pushing the bathroom door open to see him huddled over the toilet, retching.

I pushed his hair back from his face as he emptied his stomach contents in the toilet, my other hand rubbing his back gently.

"It's okay, you're doing so good. Just get it all out, love." I consoled him quietly as he coughed a few more times before pulling his ill-ridden face up from the bowl, his left hand flushing it as he nuzzled his head into my chest, small whimpers leaving his lips.

Ever since Spencer was young, he had an irrational phobia of vomiting.

I mean, I couldn't blame him. It was such a violent thing.

I kissed the top of his head, grabbing a small paper cup from the sink countertop and some paper towels to clean his face.

He began to swallow the water in large gulps before I pulled his hand with the water away from his mouth.

"Sip, don't chug." he whined, but nodded softly, laying his head on my chest again as he sipped his water, his body quivering slightly as I combed my fingers through his hair.

After a moment or so, I could see his skin's paleness lessen, and he tilted his head back to look up at me, his eyebrows raised slightly. I kissed his nose and smiled softly, his lips meekly mirroring mine.

"I-I think I should go home now." he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I nodded, "Come on, I'll take you home."

"B-but what about your paperwork?" his eyebrows were strewn together in slight worry.

My heart fluttered. "Don't worry about that. Let's just worry about how you feel, okay?"

He reluctantly nodded, and I helped him up, holding his hand as we walked into the bullpen. I grabbed his bag, then my things, quickly texting Hotch about the situation.

"Sorry about dropping the tea on you." Spencer whispered as I began to drive us to my apartment.

I laughed softly. "Don't worry about it, Spence."

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Once we made it to my place, I told Spencer to shower and to swish with mouthwash to rid the taste of vomit in his mouth.

As he cleaned up and got into some comfortable clothes that he left in my drawer and closet, I made some homemade soup and toast.

He laid his head on my chest as I fed it to him, humming softly at the warm taste. Whenever Spencer needed comfort or was sick, I always made him some of my soup to make him feel better. The soup was like a panacea for sickness, his illnesses going away in a matter of two days.

Thankfully, I never got sick (knock on wood), so I was happy to take care of him and love on him as he healed.

I read to him and let him sleep with his limbs intertwining mine.

His breathing was calm and soft as I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his head gently. His hands flexed on my waist as he snuggled into my body more, kissing my upper-torso gently with his lips as his eyes remained closed and in content.

My body fluttered with love at the sight of my beautifully relaxed--yet ill-- boyfriend.

I smiled before he opened his eyes and looked up at me. "Y/n?" His voice was small. "Do--do you think you can make some tea for me please? I promise I won't drop it on you this time."

I giggled softly and kissed his nose, "Sure, love."

As I tried to pry myself away from his grasp, he shook his head. "Nnno," Spencer slurred. "Stay now. Make it later."

I laughed lightly as he curled into my body, his hands running up the sides of my torso as he lazily pressed his sleepy lips against my chest, soon falling into a deep slumber with my arms holding his body and his arms holding mine.

I soon fell asleep shortly after, and when Spencer woke up next, he felt much better--his fever diminished and his skin returned to the light tan it was normally.

It's correct to say we both forgot about his tea.

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Insomniac (blurb/fluffy angst)

Summary: After a long, hard case, Reader and Spencer get into a fight because Spencer is worried about Reader going undercover. They either ignore one another or make passing comments to one another afterwards. But what happens when either of them can't sleep without the other's touch?

CW: slight angst, fluffy ending :), arguing, kissing, talk of case

AN: helloooo!! I believe I MAY post one or two more one shots after this one and then be gone for around a week or so! My new school year is coming up and the first day is Tuesday, so be prepared for the posting schedule to be sort of weird! <33

Word Count: 1231

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Reader's POV:

Anger pricks my veins, our constant disagreements of how this case went down constantly replaying in my head.

Spencer and I knew that working together would be difficult sometimes, and we were more than willing to work through it. I mean, we loved each other more than life and the world itself, and would do anything for one another.

However, as any normal couple, it is completely fine to get in disagreements, argue, and/or annoy one another. Especially after one and half years of dating.

Although when I went undercover by myself to an abandoned alley-way in Pasadena to catch a killer, it was easy to say that Spencer was angry with me.

"I can't believe you agreed to doing this!" he exclaimed, quickly walking and trying to keep up with me as I marched to the small kitchenette of the police station we were working at.

I immediately stopped, turning around and crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Spencer! This was my decision to make, not yours! I understand your concern--really, I do--but I'll be okay! Hotch has guys covering the premises." I reason, trying my best to keep my voice level.

"Y/n, this is dangerous! I don't want you getting hurt!"

I sighed, "Spence, I'll be okay.. I promise. Just- please, calm down." I tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and looked around, making sure there wasn't anyone listening in on this... argument.

"Calm down?!" Spencer was flabbergasted. "You!- I!- Y/n, this is calm. This is as calm as I can get about this!"

"Well, it doesn't seem that way, now does it?!" I asked, half-rolling my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Y/n, I can't help it! This is a dangerous job, and I'm not underestimating you, but I don't want you to get hurt! I should have some say in this! I don't want you to get injured, or--!"

Before I could respond with my retort, Hotch came out of one of the office rooms.

"Reid, come here."

Spencer nodded to Hotch, then turned back to me. "Do you understand how dangerous this is?!" he whisper-yelled, and I tried my best to resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"Yes, Spencer. This is what I knew I was signing up for when I got the job!"

Spencer sighed with annoyance. "Fine! If you want to do this and have the possibility of getting hurt, be my guest!"

"Fine!" I spat out.

"Fine!-" Spencer exclaimed.

"Reid." Hotch demanded, catching Spencer's attention.

"Y-yes, okay!-" he turned to Hotch, then back to me. "Oka-Fuck--I love you!" he huffed, pulling me in for an angry kiss I accepted fully, then pulled off of me, striding away.

I caught my breath and walked away, preparing myself to take down this unsub and go home.

.. And then take care of the issue with Spencer.

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Now that we were back home, Spencer and I still hadn't made our amends.

He made pointed comments about how reckless I had been.. Even though I single-handedly arrested the unsub and was in peak-perfect condition.

Like in the parking garage of the BAU once we got back from California:

"I'll drive," I commented, taking the keys from my bag.

Spencer instead, snatched the keys from my hand. "No, I'll drive. Don't want you having any more stupid ideas.." he trailed off, and I thought it was best to just take a deep breath and take the high road.

I rolled my eyes instead.

Once we had gotten back to our apartment, Spencer arguing with me in the car the whole way home about how dangerous our jobs are-- even though I fully know that, thank you very much!-- I got into the shower first as a means to get some space from him.

I showered, getting into my comfy pajamas and finishing my skincare and brushing my teeth.

Spencer barged through the door of the bathroom and I scoffed. "What, you don't knock, now?" I asked, wiping my face with a towel as he turned the shower on.

"Whatever." he mumbled, and I rolled my eyes, walking to our bedroom and getting in bed.

Truthfully, I felt bad.

I knew why he was upset--he had every right to feel this way.

This job was hard, and having someone you are going to spend the rest of your life with on this specific job...Well, it just made everything harder.

I got in bed, trying my best to fall asleep.

I couldn't.

I heard the bathroom door open, and Spencer's footsteps walking into our bedroom.

He slipped into our bed, his back facing me, and my back facing his.

I knew he wasn't asleep--his breathing wasn't that calm quite yet.

Thirty minutes passed, and we were both awake, however, I felt sort of... groggy and uncomfortable.

I just wanted to be in his arms.

Apparently my wish on the star outside had come true as I felt some shifting in the bed and then felt a warm body encase me. I melted into his touch, his arms wrapped around my body. I felt more calm.

"I know we're mad at each other, but I can't sleep without holding you." he whispered, and I turned around, nuzzling my head in his chest and wrapping my arms around him.

"I can't sleep without you, either." I admitted, although he already knew that was true.

Spencer hummed softly as my fingernails traced up his warm back, his blunt fingernails drifting softly against my clothed spine.

It was quiet as we embraced one another--no words exchanged.

Until...

"I love you." he whispered, kissing the top of my head gingerly.

I smiled secretly before responding. "I love you."

I tilted my head upwards and kissed his collarbone gently, slowly beginning to fall asleep before Spencer retracted his hands from my back and cradled my face to bring me into a slow kiss.

It was soft and sweet and apologetic. It was perfect.

"I'm sorry I was such a dick. You're so strong and smart, and you took the unsub down alone. I'm so proud of you. I shouldn't have acted that way." he murmured against my lips before kissing them softly again.

I shook my head softly.

"No, I'm sorry I was such a bitch. I should've told you about the plan before-hand. You were just trying to protect me, and I appreciate that. Thank you for caring about me." I whispered, a soft smile curling the corner of my lips.

Spencer smiled back under the soft glow of the moon that streamed through our curtains and poured into our room.

"How could I not care for you? I love you. So much."

My heart fluttered like crazy.

"I love you so much, too..." I took a pause before bashfully saying, "I missed you."

Thankfully, Spencer couldn't see the blush that lit my cheeks aflame. His thumbs brushed upon them, though.

"I missed you." he smiled, pulling me on top of him and beginning to deepen our kiss as we giggled.

I slumped my head on his chest and fell asleep to the calming sounds of Spencer's beautiful heart beating gently in his body.

"I love you, Y/n." he kissed my forehead gently, thinking I was fully asleep--but I could hear his beautiful words.

I hugged him closer to me as if to say, I love you more.

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