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Pairing: Unit Chief! Sub Spencer Reid x dom! BAU Reader
For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 24
Requested: Hello!! You are an excellent writer, and I hope you donât mind a random request. :)!Basically, Spencer breaks protocol and endangers himself - runs after an unsub without backup, takes off his vest, etc. whatever it is - the reader is either there or finds out and is PISSED. Sheâs obviously not above him in the BAU, so she canât punish him at work, but she can punish him in bed through toys/edging.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, brief mentions of details, minor gunshot wound, sex toys, punishment, BDSM themes, male sub Spencer, cock ring, dildo, masturbation (f), squirting, overstimulation (male), multiple orgasms, begging, messy sex, slight cum play, implied oral sex (f), boss/ subordinate relationship, partial established relationship, FWB dynamic. Implied switch x switch.
A/N: Hello! I really loved writing Unit Chief Spencer for my first Kink Bingo fic, so I've decided to bring him back a second time, and I'll be rounding out the challenge with a third part in the Unit Chief saga in July! You don't have to have read the first part, but if you want to, you can find it here~⥠I'm still enjoying the challenge of interpreting all the bingo challenges and this marks my very first bingo line! Let's see if I can get a full board!!
Masterlist || Bingo Board
His tenure as Unit Chief may have been temporary and wholly unwanted, but you admired Spencer's commitment to actually taking care of every member of the team he was left in charge of.Â
He'd supported JJ in interviews, actually taking care of the press very effectively, and made sure Garcia was calm and stable. Hell, he'd even made Rossi feel better about his work on cases. And for you - well, he'd taught you to shoot straight. That and more.Â
He'd held you in the middle of the night on the tougher cases, letting you sob into his bare chest the day you'd first killed an unsub. He'd distracted you from cases with his tongue, and his fingers and his dick, he'd given you pleasure where the job gave only pain and stress, and you loved him.Â
You loved him, even if he was going to get himself killed.Â
At first, it had been pulling Luke out of the way of a moving vehicle, being almost mowed down himself when on a case. Then he'd walked into a scene without his gun and had actually taken off his vest in exchange for JJ and Tara being able to back away to safety. He'd closed a door between him and Rossi and an active bomb that had only just been deactivated in time, and more recently, he'd taken two bullets for you.Â
It was like he wanted to die.Â
Th bullets, of course, had hit his vest, but a third had scraped his shoulder, and the cry out of pain had you nearly hysterical. Luke had taken down the unsub immediately, but you were a flood of tears already, panicking and having and dropping to your knees as you shook, the anxiety of almost losing him flooding your body with adrenaline.Â
After all that, he was still the one comforting you.Â
âY/N. Y/N, shhh, it's okay, I'm here. I'm okay. Don't cry were both safe, I saved you. We're safe.âÂ
You pounded at his chest, but with the others surrounding you, there was nothing to do but stand and pull yourself together, even if you wanted to rage at him and tell and scream.Â
He gave out orders and was escorted away to an ambulance, and you wiped your tears and got to work. You'd fucked Spencer, sure, you had been fucking him for months now, but it wasn't a relationship. It certainly wasn't anything your coworkers knew about, and you knew they'd have words if they did know.Â
So you wiped your tears, and you put your head down and finished up your work. Then you made your way back to the jet, back to your home, back to your bed, and waited for him to make an appearance.Â
You weren't in a relationship, but you knew he'd come. You heard his keys in your door, rolling your eyes at how naive you'd been handing it over - in case of emergencies, really, he had Luke and Penelopeâs spare keys as well because they lived alone, it'd be safer.Â
You sat up in your bed and waited for him to come in, scoffing when he knocked on your bedroom door.
âWas there a point to that, Spencer?â You asked, calling him in.Â
He looked dishevelled, slightly worse for ware, but god did he look good. He wore a new shirt, a bullet hole ripped in the last one, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. The top buttons were undone, and he discarded his jacket on your chair before stepping closer.Â
âY/NâŠâ his voice was so tired you almost forgot how angry you were. Almost.Â
âNo. Don't come to me like that after you pulled that stupid shit today, Spencer.âÂ
âHe was going to shoot you-âÂ
âHe was going to miss. You're taller than me. And if I'd stayed where I was, I would have fired off a round before he could even get one shot in. But you pushed me out of the way and almost got yourself killed instead.â
He stood with his hands on his hips in front of the bed, a scowl on his face as he struggled with words to find next.Â
âI won't apologize for saving your life.â
âNo, you won't because you didn't save my life. You almost ended yours.â
âY/N-âÂ
You knelt on the bed now and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him to his knees.Â
âNo. I'm done listening, and you're done talking. If you're not going to stop walking into near death experiences, you don't get to walk in here and fuck me.â
He sank to his knees easily, his eyes wide as you sat up on the bed in front of him. You thought of leaving him there the entire night, of kicking him out into the living room to sleep on the couch. If you hadn't been through so much that day, you'd just send him home.Â
But sat there on his knees, you saw a flash of desire in his eyes, big and round and needy.Â
His gaze flicked to your core, and you suddenly entertained different ways to punish him, to train him out of destructive behaviour.Â
âHandcuffs,â you said, holding out your hands for them. He passed them up, and you left the bed, restraining his hands behind his back quickly and grabbing two items from your draws.Â
You moved to the bed and knelt again as he looked at you with dark eyes, suddenly aware of what was happening to him.Â
âY/N-âÂ
âI didn't say you could speak,â you said as you quickly peeled off your nightdress, leaving yourself bare on the bed.Â
Usually, you'd feel embarrassed being naked. Even when he undressed you, you felt the urge to cover your tits, to squeeze your legs shut so he couldn't see all of you, to let him pry your hands away, to coax your legs apart.Â
Now, you sat confidently, spine straightening as you looked down at him.Â
His eyes took in your body, and he winced as if pained when you touched yourself, knowing that usually he alone had that honour.Â
âY/NâŠâ
âOne more time, and you won't return to this bed for days. Do you understand?â
Learning, he nodded and sat up again to watch your fingers play with your nipples, twisting them either way as you moaned and sighed above him.
His breathing hitched as you let your hands trail lower and lower until they reached your cunt. You didn't touch yourself yet though.Â
âOpen,â You said, leaning forward and tapping his chin. He complied, opening his mouth and you shoved two fingers inside.
âGet them nice and wet for me.âÂ
He licked and sucked your fingers for two minutes, never breaking eye contact as his spit rolled down your hand.Â
âGood boy,â you said, pulling them away as you began to touch yourself. Sitting back on your ass, you rubbed your clit, rubbing his spit into your sensitive button, letting him know how good it felt, how close you were to cumming with his spit on your cunt. You plunged one finger in and then another as you watched him bite his tongue, careful not to let even a small sound slip out.Â
You didn't even have to glance down to know he was hard. It was in the set of his shoulders, the rapid breaths he took. It was the way he sat back on his heels, rocking back and forth to feel some goddamn friction.Â
You couldn't have that.Â
You placed your foot on his uninjured shoulder and tried to hold him in place.Â
âDon't fucking move,â you said, slipping a second finger inside yourself ad you picked up the pace. Your hips bucked ad you watched him watch your cunt, paying attention to every twitch you made, every moan, breath, gasp, and shudder.Â
âI'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna- shit! Shit-âÂ
You came with a spurt, squirting your cum across his face as he leaned closer, desperate to taste you. You grabbed his hair and forced him backwards though, grabbing the two toys beside you as you dropped down to the floor.Â
âYou're not touching my cunt today, Spencer, not even for a taste. You're not touching anything today.â
You pulled his cock free from his pants and spat on it, not bothering to touch it properly before pushing the cock ring onto him and pressing the on button.Â
In a minute he was a moaning mess and you smiled at the painful pleasure disrupting his features.Â
âEyes open, Spencer, you have to keep watching.âÂ
You kept your eyes locked with his, his mouth open wide in a silent moan as he tried not to cum, desperate to hold out for you as long as he could.Â
You climbed back onto your bed and spread your legs again, this time accompanied by a translucent plastic cock. You teased your hole for a few seconds, grabbing Spencer's attention before pushing it in.Â
His eyes were stormy as he watched you fuck yourself with your old companion. You hadn't used it in a while, basically since you'd started fucking Spencer. He had rules, and one of them was that you couldn't use the dildo without his permission. He'd never given permission.
The look on his face now was worth whatever punishment he'd had out in the future, a mixture of anger and pathetic arousal, his eyes never leaving your cunt even as his own dick started spurting.
He came quickly, splashing up his shirt, ruining his pants.Â
You left him there like that, though, even as he winced from the overstimulation.Â
He didn't make a sound still, even as his dick got hard again almost immediately after deflating the first time.
âLook at what a mess you made. You're such a little pervert that you just came all over your shirt and pants. I hope you bought a spare, Spencer.âÂ
His fight was gone as he looked at you again, only lust left as he panted and writhed beneath you.Â
You kept riding the dildo, burying It between pillows so you could ride it easier without needing to hold it.Â
He watched transfixed as his cock twitched again, vibrating still right on his balls.Â
âTell me how good it feels, Spencer.â
âHurts⊠Y/N, so goodâŠ. it hurts.â
You smiled down at him and kept asking him questions, knowing he'd never be able to stay quiet now.Â
âDo you want to cum again?âÂ
âFuckâŠyes, please, Y/N, please.â
âDo you want to cum all over yourself one more time?â
âN-No⊠messy, want to cumâŠin you.â
âWhat a shame, Spencer, but that isn't allowed. I won't let you cum in me if you're going to try to take a bullet in the field.â
âY/N⊠p-please,â he whined, and you heard his voice break, hips thrusting up into the air now as he watched you.Â
âNo. You're going to cum on yourself until you promise not to do it again.â
He shook his head, closing his eyes as he tried to resist cumming for a second time, so out of control. âPlease-âÂ
âYou can do it. Promise me.âÂ
âY/N, p-please let me cumâ he moaned again, his hands pulling at the restraints so he could get this infernal cock ring off of him and bury himself inside of you.Â
But it was too late, and his second orgssm stretched out longer than the one before.Â
You'd leaned in so close you'd caught a drop of cum on your face, but most of it pooled on him instead. He collapses backwards, his cum coating his stomach and chest, his shirt going translucent in places as the ring kept buzzing.Â
His moans were loud now, and immediately, he knew it was too much to wish for round three.Â
âI promise! Y/N, I promise, please fuck, I promise.â
You quickly fell to the floor, turning off the cock ring and slipping it off as you kissed him tenderly, thanking him and praising him for doing such a good job for you.Â
You rolled him onto his side and removed the handcuffs, immediately pulling them into your lap and massaging them, feeling a bit guilty about the red marks.Â
âSpencer?â You asked after a few moments when he seemed to have regained his breath and his senses.Â
âMmm?âÂ
âWe should get you in bed. You need to rest.âÂ
He nodded and weakly sat himself up, falling into bed beside you. He threw the dildo across the room and nuzzled himself into you, head buried between your breasts.Â
You pulled away and came back with a wash cloth, stripping his shirt and pants and cleaning the cum off him as best you could so he could sleep comfortably.Â
âI prefer when you do that with your mouth, you know?â He joked, and you playfully hit his leg. He couldn't still be thinking about sex after that.Â
But he was. As careful as you were to not overstimulate him again, his cock still rose again, and he pushed your hands away, pulling you up to him.Â
âI came twice, but you only did it once,â he whispered between kisses.Â
âIt seems like we need to get even.â
With that, you knew that your turn being in charge was over, and he was the leader now.
"But only if you beg for it," you smirked, looking up at him, but he easily flipped you over, pushing you up so you were kneeling on the sheets above him again, him undernesth you.Â
You happily followed him as he pulled your dripping core over his mouth, and he pulled you in for one last taste, begging you for forgiveness with his tongue again and again.
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pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader
a/n: i think i really like this but if i proofread it one more time im gonna hate it so im just putting it out now lol. this is the full version of the sneak peak i posted last week woohoo ! also this is my first time writing smut so im sorry if it sucks but i hope y'all like it <3
summary: bau's got their first day off in weeks, and you're heading straight to the club to have some fun, you just didn't expect your coworker/crush to also be there while you're trying to forget him.
cw: 18+ minors pls dni, smut, p in v (dont be silly wrap ur willy), munch!spence, lowkey softdom!spence, suggestive dancing in public spaces, minor insecure reader, reader is afab and wears a dress and heels
wc: 4.6k
pls let me know if i forgot anything and let me know your thoughts pleaseee xx
it was the first friday night off you and any of the team members of the bau had in a long time, and you all were determined to spend it well. jj and hotch immediately went home to their families, penelope and emily decided they were going home to get some well needed rest, rossi went to a cigar club, not really sure what derek and spencer ended up doing, but you knew what you were doing tonight.
youâd had a long standing invitation from one of your college friends for a club night, and at first youâd decline because youâd get swept away on a case, and because you were hopelessly pining after your hot nerdy coworker dr. spencer reid.
spencer was smart in many ways, three PhDs, countless published papers, not to mention that eidetic memory of his. there was one thing that spencer was just fucking dumb at, and it was your shameless flirting at him.
like it annoyed you how clueless he was. youâd bring him coffee in the mornings with hearts drawn on it, fall asleep on his shoulder on the jet rides back, even complimenting his outfit or looks which made him flustered, but still nothing. your harbored crush seemed to stay just that, a crush. and while youâd hope he would get the hint he just hasnât.
so you pull out your phone to text your friend.Â
âbarryâs at 9?â
âoh my god FINALLY. iâm there i'll pick you up at 8:30.â
you grin to yourself, this was good. you needed to get out and unwind for once.
you drive home quickly to hop in the shower before your friend comes to get you. throwing on a silk slip dress as your outfit of choice, you slipped your heels on and met your friend in the car.
walking into the club, youâre met with the thumping bass of the music playing and the staunch smell of alcohol, sweat, and sex.
it made you think about the last time you got laid, which was a really long time ago. and honestly you wanted to sleep with spencer so bad you hadnât been making advances elsewhere. but that was going to change tonight, you were determined to have good slutty fun, and hopefully get laid.
your friend grabbed your hand and beelined to the bar, ordering two tequila shots each. once you downed them you moved to the dance floor and started preying for a target. as youâre scanning the room, you notice a familiar looking mop of brown hair standing next to bald headed man. a combo you knew all too well.
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derek morgan was a player. and before heâs a player, heâs a damn good friend. which was his reasoning for dragging spencer out of his apartment to come out to the club and have fun.
âbut i can have fun at home by myself morgan.â
âkid, you need to let loose once in a while. you are young, iâm just helping you take advantage of it.â
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so now spencerâs at the club (a sentence he still struggles to believe) wearing trousers and navy button down shirt to which morgan had popped the top buttons open because âit gives the ladies a sneak peekâ. he just rolled his eyes and went with it. heâs nursing a shirley temple at the bar, perusing the environment when he comes across a pair of eyes he knows like the back of his hand.
when you recognize the amber eyes you couldnât believe your luck. of course, on the one night youâd decided to explore other options he shows up in the least expected place for him to be. so much for getting over him, you think. shyly raising your hand to wave, spencer returns the gesture. morgan takes note, âwho are you waving t- oh, pretty girl is here huh pretty boy?â he nudges him.
a blush raises on his face. spencer thought you were attractive, like really attractive. you were a great addition to the bau and he admired your work ethic a lot, the day you walked into the bullpen wearing a fitted pantsuit had his own pants growing real tight. he still remembers when you introduced yourself and he couldnât even get up without exposing himself. you thankfully didnât think it was weird, and spencer was relieved when it was finally time to go home. heâd be lying if he said he didnât have nights where he wished you were the one finishing him off and not his rough hands. he didnât think youâd like someone like him, and took all of your âadvancesâ as morgan calls them, as acts of kindness.
morgan laughs as he watches spencerâs iq deteriorate to below 50 staring at you, âdo you what you gotta do man. but you better be going home with someone tonight okay?â
spencer nods and nurses his drink a bit and looks back to morgan to realize heâs already off dancing with some girls in the corner. damn.
after your distanced encounter with spencer, you decide itâs time to move on and have some fun on your own. you couldnât be hung up on him anymore, at least not tonight. tonight was for bad decisions.
good thing bad decision walked up to you asking to dance, whatshisname leads you to the dance floor and puts his hands on your hips, swaying to the beats of t-pain and pitbull.
you didnât know, but spencer was watching every move you made. he watched you get led to the dance floor, the way he placed his hands right on your ass and squeezed, and how he turned you around so you were dancing on his front with your back. he gripped his glass so tight the bartender had to tell him heâd have to pay if it breaks.
he gets it, youâre attractive. this is the kind of thing that happens to people who look like you. who wouldnât want you? but then he watched it happen a second time. and a third. and a fourth and fifth, till he just stopped counting at nine for his sanity.
spencer was not used to the green monster taking over him, but oh god was he fucking seething with jealousy.
you realized spencer was watching you by whatshisname number five. he hadnât moved from his spot and he was constantly staring in your direction. deciding to do a little experiment, you played up your dancing a lot more, acting more flirtatious, dragging the guyâs hands further down, and letting out open mouthed moans that you knew spencer couldnât hear but could definitely see. you watched as his jaw shifted and his knuckles turned white as you danced with each guy, realizing the growing effect that you now had on him.
by whatshisname number nine, you casted your hook. making sure to face spencer and meet his eyes, you watched as they darkened when he realized you were looking right at him. spencer mightâve brushed it off as a coincidence, but then you winked at him. and he realized what you were doingâyou were taunting him, and fuck was it working for him. the bulge in his pants grew uncomfortable that he had to stand up to not draw so much attention to it under the bar lights.Â
you watched him stand up and adjust himself and you threw your line. when he looked back up at you, you made a come here motion with your index finger and a bite of your lip. spencerâs eyes darkened impossibly more, he paid for his tab and strode over to you.
sinker.
he pulled you from the man behind you, who muttered a âwhat the fuckâ and moved away. spencer pulled you flush to his chest and with a low voice in the crest of your ear he whispered, âwhat do you think youâre doing?â
âi donât think i know what youâre talking about dr. reid, could you explain it to me?â
spencer tightens his hold on you and ghosts over your ear once more, âthis is a dangerous game youâre playing, sweetheart.â
âa game you joined the second you walked over here.â
he looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and matched the small smirk on your lips. game on.
the song changed to something with a more sultry beat, and you used the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck and let his hands guide your hips to the music. while he wasnât much of a dancer, he could definitely keep a beat. it didnât prove to be so difficult when your chest was pushing up on his own that he was just waiting for them to spill out. he realized he could feel your hardened nipples through your slip, the nubs rubbing friction through the fabric of their clothes. he moaned internally while he gripped your hips to pull you even closer. it was clear spencer seemed to be getting comfortable with moving your body and holding you close, but you couldnât let that happen.
before the second chorus you turn around in his arms so your back is pressed up against his front, and you start dancing on him.
spencerâs taken by surprise, something you felt when his hands faltered the confident rhythm it kept up, and while he watched you dance just like this with all those guys itâs like his mind is blank now.
you recognize the song playing, collide by justine skye & tyga, and use the sultry beat to your advantage. you move your ass hard on his front, feeling his length pressed between your cheeks. you gesture for him to lean his head down and he lets out a low groan as you whisper in his ear, âall that for me?â.
a primal instinct starts to take over spencerâs being, and he grips your hips to meet his rutting from behind. spencer was desperate for any friction that could soothe the growing ache in his pants. you grinned as you felt take what he needed from you. it was quickly wiped off your face when you felt his hands inching dangerously close to where you really wanted him. you place your hands on his with surprise and look at him, âwhat are you doing?â
âi donât think i know what youâre talking about, sweetheart,â he threw back at you, âbut if thereâs something youâd like me to do, iâm all ears.â spencer grazes his fingers under the hem of your dress, toying with the lace band of your panties and slipping his fingers below it to stroke your inner thighs.
fuck. he turned it on you so fast it almost gave you whiplash. the provocative dancing was something you could handle, hell everyone on that dance floor was doing the same thing as you both. what you werenât sure you could handle was him about to touch you in a public space. but, your body betrayed you as it turned you on to another plane. you look up at him with lust filled eyes and let out a breathy moan of his name. spencer collapses internally and stands his ground, âif you want something, beg me.â
spencer thinks heâs won the upper hand, and heâs feeling so smug behind you. he still thinks he has the upper hand until you reach down and place his middle and index finger in your mouth, circling your tongue around the digits.
âtouch me.â you moan out, releasing his fingers.
spencer is dumbfounded how heâs the one about to burst out his pants when he made you beg for him. it should make him feel embarrassed at how close he was, but he couldnât find it in him to care. not when you in his arms pleading him to do something. you sounded so pretty, and who was he to deny a pretty thing like you?
his fingers continue their journey down, outlining the lace trim resting on your thighs. he hooks his fingers on the fabric to pull it aside and slips into you, going at an aching pace to gather the wetness and groaning out, âjesus, youâre so wet, was this all for me? you needed my attention that bad, baby?â
you whimper and grip his hand even tighter because youâre not sure if your legs are holding out any longer. itâs all so overwhelmingâhaving his hands down your panties in the middle of the dance floor, the lewdity of the noises in your ear, the hard length pressing desperately on your ass. this is all youâve ever wanted from him, to want you. and now itâs happening, and your brain canât fire the neurons fast enough to process the moment. instead your body responded with your skin heating up with anticipation, heart beating out as much adrenaline to keep up. the daze is getting foggier by the second as he trails his fingers up and down your slit, spreading the wetness and circling your clit on the way up. and you think youâre about to get accustomed to the pace heâs set, when he delves between your folds and you moan out loud so abruptly that the nearby patrons looked around wondering where it came from.
you can feel spencerâs shit eating grin behind you as he moves his head down to leave love bites on your neck. if he can feel your bluff dissipating, heâs not saying anything. his fingers set a painfully slow rhythm, and you grind down trying to get any more friction to reach your peak. heâs hitting you in all the right spots that make you see the stars and beyond, leaning your head back on his chest as you barrel towards your climax. you feel yourself mere seconds away from reaching, and spencer suddenly pulls his fingers out, making you whine out in protest, âwh- what are you doing?â
spencer grabs your wrist and starts dragging you through the sweaty bodies surrounding you, tightening his grip with a small smirk as he passes a few of the guys you were dancing with earlier. suckers.
he pushes the doors open with a force and while the cool air is attempting to return your body to homeostasis, the anticipation of where heâs going overtakes you, âspence, where are we going wh-â you cut off your sentence with a gasp as he handles you flush to the door of his car. then itâs just silence for a few moments. no loud bass or weird dudes, just the two of you. the only sound that can be heard are your breaths competing for prominence. you look up at him and focus on the details of his face illuminated by the moonlight, trying to read his expression. his honeyed eyes have fully darkened to a lustful hickory, and suddenly you felt like a gazelle being preyed on by a lion.
he reaches into his pocket and unlocks the car with a soft beep. itâs the focused eyes on you that drive you to open the door, but itâs the subtle silent nod of his head towards the car that makes you move inside waiting for him to join you. he climbs in after you, shutting the door and locking it.
spencer moves to the middle seat and allows his legs to spread open, he taps his thighs and faintly says, âcome here.â
you shuffle closer and swing your legs over him, your dress rising up a little as you fully sit on his clothed crotch. and now you realize the corporeality of the moment. itâs like, really real now. all this time pining after the boy genius with no luck and now heâs got you in the backseat of his car and your panties crooked, waiting for you to move. the bravado you wore and so tightly held onto for a majority of the night comes crashing down like a shattered vase, and youâre not sure if you have any more in you to salvage the pieces. you may be a profiler, but try as you might you are not a mind reader, yet you so desperately want to know what heâs thinking. is it too much to ask what this means? will it overwhelm him to say youâve dreamt about this moment for many nights, and how those dreams went on till the early morning when heâd stay and brush your hair back with a temple kiss. the whispers of sweet nothings sticking to you like honey as you got ready for the day. are these questions you even want to know the answer to?
you may not be a mind reader, but he is dr. spencer reid, who noticed your demeanor change after too long of a silence.
âhey,â he holds your chin delicately to your eyes, âitâs okay if you want to stop, iâm sorry for tak-â
itâs your turn to cut him off, âno! no i, i still want this, i just,â you falter.
âjust what, baby?â he coos softly.
it makes tears well up in your eyes, you hope he canât see them, âiâve just wanted this for so long, and itâs probably embarrassing that iâm admitting this now of all times, but i donât know if i can handle this meaning more to me than it does to you.â you confess quietly.
spencer listens to your admission and gingerly resecures his arm behind you, a position he thinks is starting to become second nature. he rubs soft shapes into the small of your back, âwhat makes you think that?â
âbecause i basically threw myself at you tonight, and it seems to be the first time you noticed me.â you say halfheartedly.Â
âyou think i donât notice you?â he whispers, leaning in to leave soft kisses in the crook of your neck. spencer is dumbfounded, confused at how you reached such a conclusion. but as a man of science, he feels thereâs only one way to prove himself. he breathes your name out, âcan i show you how much i notice you? please?â
you nod, at least you could commit this moment to memory if it was all youâd have left of him. he presses his lips to yours for the first time that night, your breath faltering as he becomes more feverous with his attacks. slotting his tongue with yours, your hands move up to his silky hair to take purchase in. he lets out a groan as he pulls back from you, âi need to taste you.â
he guides your body to lean back on the center console, the only way his tall figure would be able to accommodate this position. your legs are still split on either side of his legs, using your hands to prop yourself up to watch his movements. he hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties and slowly slides them down, moaning at the way your slick causes resistance as he pulls them off your legs. wrapping his arms under your thighs to lift you up to face level, he places small kisses on your inner thighs as he makes his way to your core. he places a final kiss on your center before licking a long stripe up to your clit. moaning out wantonly, he continues his ministrations and kitten licks all over you, circling back up to your clit after each round.
âspence..â you whine out. he moves his focus to your clit, circling and sucking till youâre squirming in his arms so much has to grip your thighs. your hands are fussing through his hair, gripping and pulling to find something to ground you. spencer then slips his fingers into your core for the second time tonight, and you lose it.
heâs pumping his fingers in and out, that all you can hear is the squelching noises of your cunt. adding another one, youâre unable to stay still anymore, as if you were before.
âoh my fuck, spencer. iâm gonna cu-, cum. please donât stop, donât stop, donât stop.â you moan out filthy.
spencer unlatches his mouth for a moment, âcome for me, baby.â
your orgasm crashes down on you like a wave breaking on the shore. itâs all consuming, leaving you shaking and breathless and he lifts his head from between your legs and you see his chin glistening with you in the moonlight. the sight itself is so pornographic, you canât help but shuffle back onto his lap to crash your lips back to his, tasting yourself on his tongue. he tangles his hands in your hair as you move yours between you both, unzipping his trousers to palm him through his boxers.
he breakily moans in your ear as you slowly pull back the band to take him out. the sight takes you by surprise, you knew he was big, you felt it on your ass while you were dancing. but seeing how it compared to your hand had you bulging your eyes.
âyouâre so big,â you whisper. how the hell was that fitting inside of you?
spencer the mind reader places his hand on top of yours as you lazily stroke him, âweâll go slow, donât worry.â he canât help but feel his ego inflate to the skies, he canât remember the last time he had someone look intimidated by him.
nodding faintly, you gather the spit in your mouth and let it fall between you both to land on the flushed pink tip. you spread it up and down his length, setting a slow pace that had him moaning expletives in your ear.
âoh-, ohhh, fuck baby. youâre so good at that holy shit,â he says trying to hold himself together. you give him a few more pumps before lifting your hips up to guide him inside you. you move his tip to your entrance, rubbing it teasingly before spencer places his hands on your sides to stabilize you, and slowly sink you down onto him.
the second his tip pushes past your folds, you both moan out in harmony. placing your hands on his shoulders you leverage yourself to sink down further inch by inch, until your core is flush with the base of his thighs.
spencer is a man of many words, maybe too many. but right now the only word he can remember is your name as he watched you take his length whole inch by inch slowly losing any restraint he had left. the pressure his cock had inside of you was heavenly. youâd never felt so full, and you could tell he was trying so hard to stay still as you adjusted above him.
when you bottom out spencer throws his head back against the seat, âoh thatâs it, good girl,â you clenched around him. âyou okay?â
you nod in response, ignoring the way the term of endearment sent flutters to your heart, and attempt an experimental rock of your hips, causing spencerâs head to whip up and meet your lust blown eyes with his own. he adjusts his hands on the sides of your thighs and starts helping you move up and down on his length, setting a brutally slow pace.
you rest your head and moan into the crook of his neck as he continues his movements, âspencer, please, more, i can take it.â
he still canât believe whatâs happening right now, all those days he spent thinking about you in the bullpen, at home, everywhere really, and here you were begging on top of him to fuck you good.
âyou still think i donât notice you?â he says into your ear, âi have dreamt about what youâd look like bouncing on my cock, and you are blowing any idea i had out of the water.â
you whimper as he continues, âand when iâm not thinking about ruining you, i am in awe at how you walk through life. you bring so much joy everywhere you go, itâs a blessing to be able to experience you.â he says through shaky breaths.
the praise goes straight to core, with some traveling to your heart again, and youâre not sure how much longer you can hold on before you unravel physically and emotionally.
his hands are guiding you up and down at a harder pace now, âso,â thrust. âyou still think,â thrust, âi donât notice you?â he thrusts into you once more and holds you down, making sure youâre looking directly at him, âit was never an option to brush past you, you are everything to me. i didnât know how to show that without overwhelming you. iâm sorry.â
tears well up in your eyes again, spencer notices this time and presses a small kiss on your forehead. all your senses feel like theyâre in overdrive, unable to comprehend anything right now. your skin feels like itâs on fire as he rolls your hips faster to meet his ruts.
âspence, i- iâm so close.â you whine desperately.Â
he slips his hand between you both to rub your clit, âi know baby, iâve got you. let go for me.â
his words were enough to break the dam, your second climax of the night hurling towards you. the white hot feeling overtook your whole body, shaking and clenching above him. your grip on him was threateningly vicious, probably leaving deep crescent marks in the nape of his shoulders. you wish the euphoria would last forever if it meant having spencer like this. as you came down from your high, the two of you were still moving together, slowly rocking your hips to meet each other. once you were grounded again, you pushed through the sensitivity in your core to rise up on his length, just barely leaving the tip in before you slid back down fast and hard, now focusing on spencer reaching his peak.
âoh jesus, fuck.â spencer moaned out brokenly.
âcome on spence you can do it,â you taunted as you clenched down, âcome inside me, make a mess of me please.â a rush of confidence flowed through as you whispered into his ear, and spencer held your hips to help you bounce faster on him.
spencer let out a loud groan as you felt the hot spurts coat your insides, he was leaving matching crescent marks on the sides of your hips as the ones on his shoulders, making sure all of him was left in you. feeling him soften inside, you remained on his lap with him sheathed in you. you both are breathing heavily, leaning back to hopefully give you both some relief from the sex filled air. looking around the car you realize that all the windows are fogged up and let out a tiny giggle.
âwhatâs so funny?â he looks up at you slightly amused and very out of breath.
âno itâs just, the windows are such a dead giveaway for what we just did in here.âÂ
âeh, i donât really care what people think.â
âgasp, dr. reid wants to let the world know he has car sex with random girls?â
he leans in to bite your neck playfully, ârandom? did nothing i said during all that register for you?â
you yelp and attempt to play dumb, âactually i donât remember a word, you might have to jog my memory. maybe even recreate the circumstances to help with cementing it. i read about situational memorization where certain scenarios are easily remembered when thereâs a big event to anchor it to.â
he swears he couldâve melted on the spot at you explaining a concept youâd read about to him, âcareful sweetheart, calling it a big event might inflate my ego a little too high.â
âi mean, i can tell it worked,â you tease as you feel him harden inside of you again, âso tell me genius, how many times does a scenario have to happen for me to remember the information?â
âi guess weâll have to find out, donât we?â
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Spencer Reid x she/her!reader
A/N: I am currently obsessed w the premise of a reader who is just totally smitten by the super shy and introverted Reid from early seasons bc he deserved SO MUCH MORE APPRECIATION it upsets me at least thrice a day!
gif creds: @themoontaxi
Heaven Sent
âThereâs an old Buddhist saying that, when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making.â Spencer tells you with a thoughtful expression as you perch on his desk, smiling down at him in his office chair, your heart lifting in your chest as he continues. âSo always appreciate and be kind to each other - thereâs a corollary for friends!â And just like that, your heart falls back into place, but your smile doesnât falter, thereâs no way that it can when youâre still looking at him. âWhen you meet a true friend, you will be bound together through space and time for 500 years.â Spencer ends his tidbit of trivia with a smile that very nearly sends you flying from his desk and into orbit.
As per usual, you try to keep your cool, offering him a beaming smile. âBound together through space and time for 500 years, eh? For a Buddhist quote, that does sound a bit Doctor-Who.â You tease lightly, and when Spencerâs eyes crinkle with a laugh that you have brought him, you feel all 500 years spent drifting through space to find him, smack you right in the chest.
âIt does, actually, you make a great point!â Your favorite genius chuckles up at you, a look in his eyes that has you reaching the same conclusion to the age-old philosophical question of whether heaven is real, because every time Spencer Reid looks you in the eye, you know you could argue to the ends of the earth with any philosopher that tries to tell you it isnât.Â
âAlright, Doc, Iâm gonna go take a scheduled pee break but I expect another fascinating fact from you on my return!â You order playfully as you hop off of his desk, never any malice or sarcasm in your voice when you regard his seemingly endless knowledge. Spencer feels the sincere love you have for his facts, something few people have shown him.Â
âIâll try my best, but I canât promise anything!â Spencer calls after you as you stroll towards the bathroom, your phone already in your hands, frantically typing a few texts to your best friend.
You: good god
You: I want him
You: so bad
Spencerâs retort catches you off guard, your thumbs slipping on your phone as you turn to look back at him, walking backwards and continuing to type without looking.Â
âSpencer Reid, if there is ever anything that you can promise me, itâs a new fact with a few minutes prep, donât lie to me!â You joke right back to him, the two of you sharing a laugh across the office as you reach the bathroom and disappear behind the door.
As you lean against the bathroom door, you release the breath you were holding in your lovesick chest and smile so hard your face hurts. In the midst of your recovery from such a wholesome interaction with your favorite person, you hit send on the text youâd typed, your eyes closed as you relive Spencerâs smile again and again.
You: it physically hurts
Then, your phone makes a peculiar sound that causes your heart to sing. Spencerâs text tone, specially selected so that you never get your hopes up at anyone elseâs text tone coming through. As if your thoughts summoned him, Spencer has texted you, despite the fact you were speaking to him mere seconds ago. However, as you glance down at your phone to see his message, your blood runs cold. Much to your absolute horror, you have somehow managed to send that last message you typed and sent without looking, not to your best friend like the previous messages, but directly to the subject of the conversation.
Spencer: What physically hurts? Are you okay? Do you need help?Â
The panic response in your body is so real itâs scary, every fiber of your being screaming in utter hysteria as you run your hand through your hair with eyes like a deer in headlights. This is the worst possible mistake to have made, but, maybe you can white-lie your way out of this, since that message didnât mention Spencer by name. Frantically, you type out your response back to him.
You: Spencer I am so sorry omg Im fine that message was not meant for youÂ
Nodding to yourself, you take some deep breaths. Spencer is never one to invade a personâs privacy outside of it being professionally required to do so and by revealing so little in your reply, you are communicating that the matter is private and was unintentionally, partially revealed to him.Â
Spencer: Oh, okay. Still, if you are in any kind of pain, please let me know; if there is anything I can do to help/anything I can get you, I will.
And, of course, Doctor Spencer Reid manages to make you smile like an idiot with such a simple, sweet text.
You: thanks, Spence, thatâs really kind of you. Im ok tho, I promise!! :)
Spencer: Hold on, you went to the bathroom and complained of pain - is it your menstrual cycle? I have towels and tampons in my desk.
Your eyes widen at his boldness, but also sweetness, to ask such a thing. How cute, he thinks youâre embarrassed to admit to him that you are on your period and not at all completely humiliated by your massive crush on him, almost being exposed in its entirety because you were, ironically, distracted by him.
You: nono, trust me, Im ok!!Â
Frowning in sudden confusion, you are quick to type out another text before Spencer responds to your first one.
You: why do you have those?
Spencer: I am a doctor, I work with people who menstruate and should not have to pay for such things if I have some that I can provide for free.Â
And he has you smiling like a lovesick idiot. Again.Â
You: wow, thatâs really sweet Spence :â)
Spencer: Is It? Thank you! B)
Another confused frown furrows your brow as you stare at your phone screen quizzically.
You: whatâs âB)â
Spencer: Sunglasses face. A cool guy. B)Â
God bless this man and his total inability to use actual emojis, you are having to stifle your laughter with a hand over your mouth because otherwise you are certain the entire office would hear you.
You: omg of course it is! so cute!!
Spencer: B)
The second you see it on your screen again, you are trying to contain your laughter a second time. His ability to be completely and utterly adorable is unmatched.
Spencer: You have been in the bathroom for some time and have not yet clarified the reason for texting someone that you were in physical pain. Are you absolutely certain that you are alright?Â
Panic begins to set in again as you consider your options, none of which including confessing the truth from within the bathroom stall you are hiding in.
You: look, I cant tell you the reason I texted that but I promise you I am absolutely fine!!Â
The moment the âreadâ symbol appears by your last text, thereâs a knock at the bathroom door.
âHey sweetpea, boy-wonder told me you were in some kind of pain, is everything alright in there? Do you need a tamp? A hot water bottle? Some soup? A-â While your dear friend, Penelope Garcia, continues to list things that you could possibly need, through the bathroom door, you are frantically typing to Spencer again.
You: did you send Pen over here
He responds diligently, of course.
Spencer: I am sorry if I have breached your privacy at all, I thought you might feel more comfortable talking to Penelope about whatever is going on, but I hope you know you can always talk to me about anything.
Sighing and closing your eyes in a pained blink, you call out. âIâm fine, Pen, seriously!â
But, ever the carer of the team, Penelope will not let that slide. âWell, Iâm not leaving until you come out here and prove it to me.â
Now, you are physically and emotionally cornered. There is absolutely no way that Penelope will let you out of here without an explanation, and there is absolutely no way that you can lie to her, either. Alright, time to bite the bullet.
âPenâŠif I come out, you must promise to take me straight to your office and Iâll tell you everything, but you cannot tell a soul, okay?â You ask her through the door, and you can practically hear the gossip-loving cogs in her brain turning on the other side.
âYou got it, sweetness! Câmon out!â Penelope calls, and you take a deep breath, shoving your phone in your back pocket before unlocking the door and stepping back into the office.
Immediately, Penelope swings an arm around you and leads you to her office with haste. All the while, you can feel a certain pair of very attractive, swoon-inducing eyes on you, worrying after you.
The second you are alone together in her office, Penelope sits you down and pulls her chair up to sit opposite you, taking ahold of your hands.
âSpill it!â
You sigh, avoiding her eyes. âThis is about to be the most humiliating confession of my life.â
Penelopeâs eyes widen, her pupils practically dilating at the raised stakes of what this gossip could entail. âNo, no, come on, this is a safe space!â
You nod. âI know, I know, butâŠadmitting aloud to any member of the team is something I hoped Iâd avoid forever.â You chuckle in disbelief. âBasically, I was texting my friend some very private things and then got distracted by Spencer and accidentally sent him one of the texts- itâs probably just easier if I show you.â You decide, retrieving your phone and showing her the texts you had originally been sending to your best friend, then the one you accidentally sent to Spencer.Â
Penelopeâs jaw drops. âOh my goodness! Who are you talking about in those texts?!â
You roll your eyes playfully. âGo on, Pen, take a guess. Who is the one person I wouldnât want to find out about my crush, except for the crush himself.â
And Penelope Garciaâs jaw has hit the floor, she is in a state of shock. So severely, in fact, you have to wave a hand in front of her face.
âEarth to Penelope?â You ask, amused.Â
She blinks rapidly at you, her spirit seemingly returning to her as she starts to squeal. âOhmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh! I knew it, I absolutely knew it!â
Then, your phone dings, a text tone that sends goosebumps rippling up your arm.Â
Spencer: Is everything okay? I am sorry if I upset you by telling Penelope, I was just concerned for you. Can I talk to you before we leave for the day, please?
Without hesitation, you show the text to Penelope, seeking her moral support in your time of need. âNow that you know whatâs going on, please help me, what the hell am I supposed to do?!â
The technical analyst spins in her chair, typing away on her keyboard before bringing up a direct feed of one of the security cameras inside the main office. The two of you can see Spencer, sitting at his desk with his bag and coat on, ready to leave for the day, but glancing between his phone and the text heâs sent you thatâs now showing as âreadâ and Penelopeâs office door, with a worried expression.
âHonestly, sweetpea, I donât think youâve got a choice but to tell him. The two of you are so close, heâll see right through any white-lie you tell him and worry even more that heâs done something to upset you. The most painless way out of this is to just tell him the truth.â Penelope says, wincing at her own words as she looks at you because she knows how much it would hurt to have someone tell her that, if she were in your situation.Â
Looking back up at Spencer on the monitor, seeing his worried expression, your heart aches at the thought of making him overthink about something heâs said or done, never wanting to cause him that kind of distress.
Sighing in defeat, you nod. âYouâre right, Pen.â
Fixing your gaze back on your phone screen, you start to type, not missing the way Spencerâs eyes light up on the monitor at the notification of you typing back to him.
You: sorry Spence, I didn't mean to worry you, I'm all good! now coming :)
As silly as it is, the smiley face you send him brings a small smile to Spencerâs actual face, and that gives you the only confidence you need to rise from your seat.Â
âGood luck, sweetness!â Penelope squeals, pulling you into a hug before practically shoving you out of her office.
Stepping into Spencerâs line of sight, he immediately starts walking over to you.
âHey, Iâm so sorry that I told Garcia, I know I shouldnât have-â He begins to ramble, but your smile stops him in his tracks.
âYou donât need to apologize, Spencer, I promise, everything is fine. Are you ready to head out?â You ask him as he follows you over to your own desk, so that you can collect your own jacket and bag.Â
âY-Yeah.â He replies nervously, very obviously still worrying because you havenât told him the whole truth yet, rendering him unable to settle.
The two of you walk to the elevator in silence, but as the doors close, isolating the two of you, you take a deep breath.
âYouâre going to think my explanation is ridiculous, just to pre-warn you.â
Spencer frowns seriously, turning to face you, giving you his full attention. âNothing you say is ever ridiculous, not to me. Whatâs going on?â His voice is so soft that it has you weak at the knees, which does not make this any easier.Â
âI was texting a friend of mine and then carried on typing when I looked back to answer you, meaning I accidentally sent the next text to you.â The explanation is simple, in essence, but Spencer is nodding along like you are reciting some holy scripture. Biting the bullet completely this time, you pass Spencer your phone with shaking hands, allowing him to read the texts you sent your friend.
âButâŠyou sent these after talking with me? While still talking with me?â He asks quizzically, for a moment blinded by his own obliviousness and a sadness settles in his heart because he truly believes you were thinking of some other guy when just speaking to him, but as the more logical conclusion presents itself to him, Spencerâs eyes widen.
You are unable to look at him, your gaze fixed on the closed elevator doors in front of you as you gently take your phone and conceal it back in your pocket. âYep.â Is, somehow, the only word you can muster.Â
Spencer parts his lips to speak, but the elevator doors open, and you all but make a break for it.
âSorry. See you tomorrow, Spencer.â You blurt out hurriedly as you speed walk out of the building and into the parking lot, feeling physically sick as tears blur your vision, knowing you have single handedly ruined whatever wonderful friendship Spencer appreciates you for sharing with him, knowing your fate of a tear soaked pillow awaits you the second you arrive home.Â
â(Y/N), wait, please!â Spencer calls out after you, his voice alone strong enough to stop you on your march.Â
Turning to face him, Spencerâs heart breaks at the sight of the tears escaping your eyes. âSpencer, I am so, so sorry. I know you donât like physical contact, I know you have never so much as glanced at me in the only way Iâve ever been able to look at you, and I want you to know I tried absolutely everything to stop myself falling for you because I didnât want to put you in an uncomfortable situation like this, but every new thing I learn about you just makes me love you more than I thought possible and every time you smile at me you remind me what the definition of beautiful is, as though Iâd ever forget when you exist to be just that in every conceivable way, and Iâm so sorry or making you worry and care for me and that now youâve got no choice but to process all of this and with your eidetic memory youâre not going to be able to forget it which makes things even more awkward for you and-â
Spencer interrupts your breathless, tearful ramble by pulling you into his arms, tucking your head into his chest.
âBreathe, (Y/N), please.â He asks, so softly, with such care and compassion you can only cry into his coat.Â
For a few minutes, that is how you stay, crying in his arms as he holds you there, gently shushing you, one hand rubbing your back and the other holding your head to his chest, his fingertips caressing your hair in a way that makes it very difficult for you to focus on anything else. But, when Spencer hears your tears settle into sniffles, your breaths returning to normal, he parts his lips to speak.
â500 years through time and space.â He says, a small smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Unfortunately, in your heartbroken state, you donât quite catch on. âYeah, friends have always got to be kind and appreciate each other, I remember.â You nod, pulling away from Spencer to wipe your eyes.Â
As your vision clears, you see the smile on his face, and Spencer shakes his head at you. âThe saying is specifically tailored to soulmates, I only added the friendship clarification because I didnât want to be too forward.â He holds your gaze, reading your eyes as you return to the wavelength youâve always shared. âActually, the next fact I was going to tell you when you came out of the bathroom, the new fact you asked for on your return, was going to be that a study conducted by the University of California found that when someone is in love, their heartbeat synchronizes itself with that of the person they are in love with. And I was, then, going to ask to check your heart-rate, because I am a Doctor, after all.â He chuckles bashfully, pulling the stethoscope from his bag and shyly hiding it in there again once you acknowledge it.
Thereâs no way you can keep your cool at this point, the bright smile on your face is impossible to conceal. âHow long have you had that stethoscope in there in preparation for telling me that fact?â
Spencer does not hesitate with his answer. â4 months, 18 days and 6 hours.â
You nod slowly. âSo, youâve been sure for a while, then?â
Spencer nods back at you, his own smile widening. âFor 4 months, 18 days, 6 hours and 3 minutes, to be exact.â
You canât help giggling at that. â500 years, 4 months, 18 days, 6 hours, and 3 minutes later, here we are. Sorry, I took the long way round.â You joke, taking a nervous step towards him, and Spencer meets you halfway.Â
âI think we both did.â His words are quiet, his breath on your lips as he leans down to you, smile to smile and heart to heart for the first time in your lives.Â
Itâs you that rises to your tiptoes to close the final gap between you, your lips meeting his and immediately sighing against them, truly feeling that you have waited each and every one of those 500 years for this kiss alone. Spencerâs large hands cup your face so gently, and your hands hold his there, stars and butterflies whirling around you in a bliss shared between two souls that took their sweet time in coming back to each other.Â
As a thought enters your mind, you break away from the kiss to laugh lightly.
âWhat is it?â Spencer asks quietly, but heâs already laughing with you.
âTwo hearts, beating together?â You say, giggling to yourself as the realization flashes in Spencerâs eyes, too, so much so that he finishes the thought for you.
âYouâre absolutely right, that is a bit Doctor-Who!â
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new chapter!!!
two geniuses
(masterlist!)
enemies to lovers!!
synopsis; spencer reid; doctor spencer reid. some of them (mostly of them), would say heâs a genius. but if he was, then so you were. maybe thatâs why you hate each other. maybe thatâs why you canât stand him.
(i) part 1
(ii) part 2
(iii) part 3
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two geniuses (playing love)
masterlist!
synopsis; feelings flourish in between the two of you as youâre forced to act as a couple. could a kiss finally let the two of you understand what was really going on underneath your supposedly hatred? youâre scared to find out.
cw; +18 content! minors dni!!, guns, shots being fired, girls being bitches, bickering, lots of teasing, so much flufffffff, spencer and reader being confused, pining, neck kisses, making out (their first kiss!!), violence, guns, shots being fired, spencer gets flustered a lot, also gets a boner⊠(so much more that i probably canât remember)âŠ
âso what do we know about this unsub?â hotch asked, all of you were sitting on the police station around the table, trying to understand this killers motive.
âwell, we know his killings evolve around y/n.â morgan stated the obvious, to what you sighed.
âstalkers may exhibit a range of psychological issues, including personality disorders such as narcissistic personality disorder, borderline personality disorder, and delusional disorders like erotomania. stalking behaviors can also be influenced by insecure attachment styles rooted in childhood experiences.â spencer added, and you nodded.
âerotomania is a delusional disorder that makes a person believe the person of their infatuation hace reciprocated feelings or love and affection, when they donât. it may even be a person theyâve never met. they might even be famous, like a politician or an actor. people with this disorder can be so sure of this love that they think theyâre in a relationship with this person. they may not be able to accept facts that prove otherwise. it is also called de clĂ©rambault syndrome, and itâs rare. it can happen on its own. but itâs usually linked to another mental health condition, like schizophrenia or bipolar disorder. it can last for weeks or years.â you recited as if you were reading it off of a book.
âyou two are like an encyclopedia.â emily smiled, chuckling.
âso this killer will go to the extreme of killing for you if needed.â jj nodded.
âseems like it.â you answered.
âhe also seems pretty possessive and protective of you. he seems to have noticed spencer too.â morgan pointed out.
âyou think he might think weâre dating?â you inquired with disbelief.
âit would play to our favor. if our profile around him is right, he might not be able to control the need to stay quiet about it and take action.â gideon said, what made you scoff.
âso what now? we should hold hands and act like a happy couple? fuck no.â
ây/n.â hotch scolded you.
âiâm sorry but thatâs not gonna work. if none of you have noticed, spencer and i donât really get along.â
âshocker!â emily sarcastically said, to what you squinted your eyes at her.
âcome on guys⊠i canât be the only one who doesnât see this working out.â you tried to make up their minds and spencer pitched in.
âyeah. and to be honest i donât want to become the unsubâs new target.â spencer pointed out.
jj stepped in. âit's true that your relationship has been strained, but you're both intelligent individuals. iâm sure you can put aside your differences to sell this lie. it's not about whether or not you like each other; it's about stopping this unsub at all costs." you listened to her words, groaning. she was right. you needed to stop acting like children and work together to catch this unsub.
you looked at spencer, who was already looking at you, communicating with a nod.
âyouâre right.â you sighed at jj. âi guess itâs the only way, huh?â you gave in.
hotch stepped in, a flicker of relief crossing his face. "good. now, let's think through the details. we need to create a plausible backstory for your relationship, make sure your body language and interactions are believable, and be prepared for any curveballs the unsub might throw at us. this isn't going to be easy, but I have faith in both of you, and I know you can make this work." you pinched the bridge of your nose.
âhow should we⊠how should we act around each other?â you inquired, cringing internally.
rossi answered âfor your relationship to appear authentic, you'll need to display a certain level of intimacy and affection.â
âholding hands, touching each other frequently, being in close proximity⊠you can't come across as distant or awkward, as that would immediately raise suspicions.âemily added.
âyou need to convince the unsub that you're truly in love with each other." jj finished and you scoffed.
âwell thatâs gonna be easyâŠâ you sarcastically said, bracing yourself for whatâs about to come.
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his hand is warm, big engulfing your own. and clammy. spencer is nervous, awkward, you can feel it as you two walk through the beach, the light breeze hitting your skin, the salt engulfing your lungs.
you two have not said one word since youâve left the headquarters, not on the way back to the hotel, or when you moved your things into his room, or on the way to the beachâŠ
silence. total and absolute silence.
this was your new reality. to play fantasy with the person you hated the most. to act as if only love was what stood between the two of you and not this immense hatred that gnawed at your insides.
âdid you know that by the amount of germs a hand holds itâs actually safer to kiss?â he asks, and his voice sounds hoarse by the silence he has buried himself in.
you hummed. âdoes that mean youâd prefer me to kiss you instead or hold your hand?â you asked, and he choked.
âwhat? no! no, what i meant is⊠i justâŠâ you chuckled.
ârelax, reid. it was a joke. i want to kiss you as much as you want to kiss me.â you rolled your eyes. âyouâre so tense that whoever saw you would think im holding you hostage and making you hold my hand.â he scoffs.
âsorry. itâs just⊠awkward.â
âtell me about itâŠâ you sighed, leaving your beach bag down onto the sand. âi think this might be a good spot.â
âfor what?â he inquired, letting go of your hand.
âweâre supposed to be on a date, reid. doing things a couple does. you know⊠watch the sunset, spend time together⊠all of that.â
âoh.â he muttered. âyeah. that makes sense.â he nodded, watching you take out a couple of towels to spread them across the sand.
âgonna help me or stand there watching?â you chuckled, and he quickly moved to help you, muttering a âright, sorryâ that made you laugh internally. whoâd know spencer could act like this? embarrassed and coy in front of you?
then he sat, book in hand. of course. âseriously? youâre gonna read right now?â you inquired him and he looked up at you.
âwhy not? the beach is one of the most relaxing places to read.â he shrugged, and you shook your head, pulling from your beach dress to get it off, leaving yourself on a blue bikini.
his eyes trailed down your sun kissed skin, the sun was setting, giving you a golden hue that made you shine.
âcome with me.â your words took him out of his mind, his eyebrows raising as you offered him your hand. âcome on.â he seemed suspicious, but again, he had to trust you if this lie was gonna be bought. and so he took your hand and got up. he tried not to think about the fact that your body was mostly exposed, and about the feeling of your soft smaller hand on his bigger one.
you let him go once he was up on his feet, and he took off his shirt, leaving him on his swimwear.
âso i wasnât actually hallucinating it the last time⊠where were you hiding that?â you teased him, looking at his soft but toned body. he rolled his eyes.
âstop looking at me.â
âwhy? does it make you nervous?â you rose your eyebrows. âdo i make you nervous, spencer?â you leaned in and he took a step back.
âno. i just donât like it.â his nose scrunched up and you hummed.
âyeah, right.â you rolled your eyes, giving him your back to start walking towards the shore.
âno. really.â he followed you with a frown, feet fast behind you.
âitâs okay, spencer. your little crush on me itâs cute.â
his eyes widened. âwhat?! i donât have a crush on you!â
your feet met the water and you walked in. you heard his splashes behind you as the water met your knees. it was just the perfect temperature.
âyouâre dumb.â you said while facing him once again. and he gave you an incredulous look.
âiâm not dumb! why would i be dumb?â
âbecause of this.â and with a quick movement you were maneuvering him into the water, leaving him splashing your thighs and tummy. you laughed at his glare and shocked expression, his pretty hair now mildly soaked. âgod. reid. itâs the second time this happens to you. you donât learn!â
âyou think this is funny, do you?â he asks you, looking up at you.
âdefinitely.â you nodded, still chuckling, your chest heaving up and down with ragged breathing.
âyeah?â
âyea-â but before you could finish he was grabbing your hand and pulling you down into the water with him. you froze as you fell on his lap, water splashing around the two of you.
âwell, check whoâs in the water now, huh?â he was laughing at your shocked expression and damp face before he noticed the position in which the two of you were in, his laughter dying quickly enough.
his eyes met your body, wet in droplets that slid down your chest and navel towards your hips submerged in the water and on top of his. he swallowed at the feeling of your soft weight on him, the swell of your chest right in front of his face, centimeters away from his lips. the curve of your neck⊠your hair falling over it and down your collarbones⊠the warmth of your hands on his shoulders, the softness of the skin of your hip under his unconscious grip.
you looked down at him. at his messy hair that had started curling due to the salt, at his thin yet toned build, his heaving chest, his sharp jaw, his hazel puppy eyes, his long lashes⊠the way he was now looking at youâŠ
âuhmâŠâ he cleared his throat. and the spell in between the two of you broke. you shook your head.
âi should probablyâŠâ you pointed at your back, trying to gesture that you should get up, and he nodded, pulling his hands away from your body.
âyeah. yeah.â he nodded, and you used him for leverage to get back on your feet. it was awkward. the tension in between the two of you as he too got back on his feet, neither of you looking at each other. the sun was setting.
âi think iâm gonna⊠go read.â you nodded.
âyeah. okay. iâll⊠iâll meet you there.â he copied the shaking of your head, and after a couple of seconds in silence he staggered in turning around and getting out of the water. you only went in deeper, submerging your head under the waves, where there was no noise, and no thoughts clouding your head. no doubts. although you could still feel the vivid heartbeat of your heart, crashing harshly against your ribs.
spencer tried to focus on his book, but as much as heâd like to not admit it, his eyes were zeroed on you.
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âokayâŠâ you hummed. âursa minor.â you pointed at the sky.
the sun was long gone, and yet, spencer and you still were on the beach, lying on your towels, admiring the map of stars above your heads.
spencer took his turn, pointing just a little bit far away from your constellation. âursa mayor.â
ânow thatâs and easy one.â you rolled your eyes teasing him, and he couldnât help but copy you.
âokay. what about⊠camelopardalis?â he pointed it out in the sky and you hummed.
ânow youâre just showing off.â he groaned.
âoh, so now iâm showing off?â he smirked and you nodded.
âyeah, come on. you could have just pointed out draco. instead you chose camelopardalis? youâre a show off.â he chuckled.
âokay. maybe i just wanted to shut you up.â he shrugged and you laughed.
ânow, thatâs not easy.â
âtell me about it.â he mumbled. âhey look. itâs saturn.â he pointed it out, it shining more than a normal star.
âand mars.â you said, pointing it out as well.
âand dwarf planet 1 ceres.â he added and you looked at him with your eyebrows raising.
âyouâre bluffing.â
âiâm not!â
âyes you are, reid. that planet can only be seen with binoculars. you wear glasses!â
âhow do you know that?â you laughed.
âcaught you!â he rolled his eyes.
âokay. maybe i memorized tonightâs sky map, so what?â you chuckled at his response.
âyouâre a nerd.â
âyeah? well so are you. whatâs your iq, 170?â
â177.â his eyes widened. âwhat?â
âi mean. i knew you were intelligent. but we almost share the same iq. thatâs⊠thatâs impressive.â
âwas that a compliment, doctor reid?â you smirked.
he shook his head with a smile, scoffing. âno.â
âit was though.â
âit wasnât.â
âit totally was.â your bickering caused him to laugh.
âyouâre insufferable.â he groaned, and you smiled.
âi know.â you two rested in silence, looking at the sky. âthis isnât so badâŠâ he looked at you. âi mean, sure. i donât like you. and acting as your girlfriend totally sucks, believe me. but i thought it would be worse.â he hummed.
âyou have a way of complimenting someone and at the same time insulting them that is fascinating.â he said, and you chuckled. âby the way⊠what time is it?â you took your phone.
âalmost one am.â you answered his question.
âwe should probably get going.â he muttered and you rose your eyebrows.
âyou want me back into your bed so soon, reid?â he scoffed.
âyou really like to assume those kinds of things. in the end iâm gonna start thinking youâre the one who wants me in your bed.â your eyes widened.
âfuck no!â you said while getting up from the towel, and he smirked up at you.
âyou sure?â
âof course i am.â
âthen why are you avoiding my eyes?â he got up to stand beside you, a smirk on his face. you wanted to punch it out of him.
âiâm not.â you scoffed.
âbut you are.â your skin rose in goosebumps as he stepped closer, your breath hitching when he took your chin and made you look up at him into his hazel eyes. the moonlight made them shine. and for a moment you forgot that he was teasing you, playing with you.
âi donât want you in my bed.â you said, straight into his eyes, pushing away his touch. he smiled.
âokay. iâll believe you.â you looked away from him as he started gathering his things and put on back his shirt. you wondered why your cheeks were burning. why your heart was racing.
he put your beach bag over his shoulder. âletâs go.â and even though your body jolted underneath his touch as he took your hand to guide you down the shore back to the hotel âand you reminded yourself that this was all part of the lie you were playingâ, you let him.
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âhow are our lovebirds?â garcia asked through the phone and you rolled your eyes.
âwould be better if youâd catch this guy nowâŠâ you said, and heard snickers from the other part of the line.
âheâs behaving, isnât he?â morgan inquired and spencer frowned.
âwhat?! what do you mean behave?â you shushed him.
âheâs not being so bad⊠usual reid.â morgan laughed. âany news on the unsub?â
âactually, yeah.â jj said. âwe caught him lurking on the beach you guys visited, but he was far from our reach. seemed pretty angry.â
âso heâs getting closerâŠâ you nodded.
âhe seemed to buy into the lie of the relationship.â spencer hummed and you nodded.
âyou guys need to keep it up. if our profile is right he will not stand still and watch, heâll confront the two of you soon.â hotch said.
âalright. we will.â you promised.
âweâll keep in touch.â emily said before the line went dead and the two of you looked at each other.
âwhat should we do now?â he inquired.
âgo to the pool.â you smiled and he groaned. âcome on. he needs to see us.â you said while getting a bikini and entering the bathroom to get changed. once done you got out and found him with a pair of red trunks. ânow thatâs the spirit.â you smiled and he rolled his eyes. âcome on, reid. the sun is up and shining for us. time to sunbathe!â he took some of his books and his sunglasses, following after you out of your room and though the hallways of the hotel until you two were met by happy squealing and laughter from the children enjoying their time in the pool, splashing each other.
you two took a sun lounge each, his umbrella staying open while yours stood shut as you applied tanning oil to your skin after getting rid of your shorts. spencer kept his summer sheer shirt, laying sat up straight in the sun lounge as he quickly went through the pages, reading 20.000 words per minute. you laid on your own, bathing in the warmth of the sun as it prickled your skin.
you were enjoying the tranquility until some shadows took over your sun. you peeked your eyes open to see three girls standing over the two of you, sweet smiles on their faces as they stared at your right. more like⊠at spencer.
âhey.â one of them caught his attention, and his hazel eyes pulled away from his book towards the blonde.
âwhat are you reading?â a brunette asked him next, and he stuttered just the slightest before answering.
âuhmm⊠anna karenina. itâs from leo tolstoy from 1878. it deals with themes of betrayal, faith, family, marriage, imperial russia, society, desire, and the differences between rural and urban life. itâs actually my second time reading it. this time in the original russian.â he spat out, babbling as the three girls listening. more like ate him up with their eyes.
âyouâre cute.â the third and last girl, another blonde smiled, and spencerâs eyes widened.
âcould i get your number?â the brunette inquired him and you sat up straight, slightly clearing your throat, what made them look at you. âand you areâŠ?â
you smiled. âhis girlfriend.â spencer looked at you scandalized, what almost made you laugh. âi mean i get you guysâŠâ you said with a smirk, leaning over him, your chest pressing against his as your arms circled his neck. his breath hitched as you hummed, looking at him before looking back at the three girls that now stunned looked at you. âheâs just too cute, isnât he?â you took his face with one of your hands, making his lips pout out. he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and widened eyes. you smiled at him, his cheeks flushing at your words and the way your body just pushed closer against his. âbut heâs mine.â you crooked your head towards the girls. âso if you donât mindâŠâ
âactually i do mind.â the brunette said. and your eyebrows rose. âi donât see your name branded on him.â you slowly pulled away from spencer, getting on your feet.
you smiled softly at her. spencer didnât like it one bit. you never smiled. not like that. âwhatâs your name?â
âashley.â she answered, and you saw spencer getting up get beside your from the side of your eyes as you gave her a once over, your eyes landing on her pool heels. he was cautious, he knew something was wrong. sweet intelligent spencerâŠ
âi like your shoes.â you started, simple, and she looked confused at you. âyou gonna⊠be able to run in those?â you inquired.
âwhat?â and before she knew what was happening you were launching yourself towards her. good timing spencer was fast enough to catch you in between his arms as her friends pulled her away, running from you with âletâs go!âs.
âyeah, thatâs more like it. see you, ashley!!!â you said while fighting spencerâs tight hold on you. âbitchâŠâ you murmured when they got lost into the hotel. he let you go when you had seemingly calmed down and stared at you.
âwhat was that?â
âwhat? she was being a bitch.â you shrugged and got back to your sun lounge.
âno. i mean. what was that?â
âreid. iâm supposed to be your girlfriend⊠donât you think thatâs how a girlfriend would act?â you inquired him, and he looked around, scratching his nape.
âi mean, yeah butâŠâ you cut him off.
âthen itâs settled.â you said before closing your eyes and getting back with your sun.
he stared at you, still in shock and with flushed cheeks. his mind got filled with images and moments from the last days; you in the pool the night youâd thrown him in, how you had teased him, how your lips had almost touched his, last night at the beach when you had fallen on top of him⊠and now⊠seeing you that way, had done⊠things to him. things he didnât want to accept. his whole body was tense, his heart was stuttering, his eyes whole face was red, and his stomach was feeling bubbly and⊠well. okay. no. enough.
he cleared his throat and sat down beside you, retrieving his book, trying to dismiss the knot in his throat. he looked at you. at your slowly tanning skin, the shine it had due to the oil you had bathed yourself in, your beautiful curves accentuated by the white bikini youâd gone for today, your soft features, your long lashes, your plump lips, your soft jaw, the soft skin of your neck, yourâŠ
when his eyes dropped too low he looked away, clearing his throat.
he tried to go back to the russian, but he was flustered. after minutes of trying to get back in focus, he gave up, getting up and pulling his shirt off, what caught your attention.
âwhere are you going?â you inquired.
âi was gonna go for a swim.â he pointed to the pool, and you sprung up.
âiâll join you.â you smiled, and his heart stuttered at the recurring memories of that night in the pool. let it go, spencer.
following him into the water, you sigh at the fresh feeling of it engulfing you and making your overheated skin find solace.
spencer dampens his hair, pushing it backwards in a slick manner that exposes his strong cheek bones. but itâs when you finally stop staring at him that you notice it.
his breath hitched when your arms surrounded his neck, pulling him closer, your chest pressed against his as you spun in the water.
âwhat are you doing?â he inquired you, his hands subconsciously grabbing your hips. to push you away? to pull you closer? who knewâŠ
âyour twelve oâ clock. i think itâs our guy.â you muttered in his ear swiftly, smiling at him as if you were absolutely smitten, playing with his hair. spencer looked just for a moment. it was a white male, in his late thirties, wearing glasses and a cap, staring straight at the two of you with clenched fists.
âhe surely doesnât look happy.â he muttered to you, pulling you closer. âlooks like it might be him.â you hummed. âwhat should we do?â
âwell you should definitely act like you love me.â you smiled, cupping his cheek. âlike thisâŠâ you looked straight into his eyes, and his breath hitched. if he didnât knew better youâd have fooled him, âcause you were looking at him as if you craved nothing else, no one else but him.
you almost chocked when one of his hands found your hair, his breath pressing against your neck just before his lips did. âdoes this work?â he inquired you, pressing another chaste kiss on the sensitive skin.
you had to come and get back your trail of thought, âcause he had stolen it away just that easy. it was unnerving.
âyou tell me. youâre the one facing him.â you whispered, and he hummed against your skin. you had to pretend as if it y didnât send shivers down your spine.
âheâs just staring.â he stated.
âhe wouldnât dare do something with this much people around.â you figured.
âor maybe he just doesnât want to taint his image before you. he wants to meet you in the perfect way, perfect place, perfect time.â
âwhat a romanticâŠâ you rolled your eyes.
âheâs moving.â spencer announced.
âleaving?â you inquired and he nodded, his soft stubble scratching your neck and making you shudder in his arms.
âseems like it.â once out of sight he let you go, and you looked away from his eyes, the imprint of his hold on your hips still lingering on your skin, his kisses still burning your neck.
âhe wonât be able to hold on for much longer...â
you nodded, fidgeting. âiâll⊠iâll go tell the team.â
âyeah. okay.â spencer copies your shake of head, and you got out of the pool, his eyes training on your back and down your body before he caught himself staring, quickly looking away and pushing his hair back anxiously. he could still feel the softness of your skin, smell the coconut tanning oil youâd lathered yourself in, remember how right youâd feel in between his arms, taking whatever he gave youâŠ
he sighed. get it together reid.
but he had to spend a while in the water to properly calm down before making his way back to you. this was gonna end badly.
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dinner with spencer was easy. it was a warm night. and he looked good. with a blue button up shirt and white pants along with his brown shoes. it was easy to talk to him, even easier to let him pay and let him walk you by his hand through the hotel and into the gardens of it. it was so easy to live this lovers lie that it terrified you. the moon and stars were shining bright above your heads, and the silence that filled the distance in between the two of you was as comfortable as it could get.
that was until he was breaking it to stutter about theories of the universe. theories you already knew. but for once you decided to keep quiet and listen to his rambling, enjoying the way his eyes sparkled with knowledge, the way his lips curled into a smile with every little fact that spilled from themâŠyour heart was hammering inside your chest. it has been since the time in the pool. you were scared he could feel your heartbeat by how tight he was holding your hand. youâd come to understand that he wasnât that bad. sure, he sometimes could get under your skin and make you lose your temper, but spencer reid could be as soft as a feather when he wanted to, and that made it all even worse. you were used to his narcissism, to his hatred, not to his âloveâ. was this how he really was or just another lie? just another façade? you were haunted by the feelings that this side of him flourished in your body.
âthereâs someone following you.â since the spotting in the pool, the team had made sure to give you an earpiece each to communicate with you in case of emergency. jjâs voice made spencerâs waver, but to play along he just pulled you closer and continued with his theories. âseems like the man you told us about, y/n.â
you two slowly stopped walking, looking at each other as he kept talking, waiting for orders.
âhe stopped. heâs just⊠watching.â emily announced and you inquired spencer and the team.
âwhat should we do? heâs not gonna come to us that easilyâŠâ
âreid, kiss her.â hotch ordered and his eyes widened, breath hitching and his hold on your hand hardening.
âwhat? no! iâm not going to kiss her!â he whispered-yelled, completely astonished.
âthe physical contact will drive him to approach you both. weâll be right there.â morgan chirped in, trying to convince his friend, soothe his anxiety. but spencer wasnât scared of the unsub. he was scared of you. terrified. terrified by how good it felt to have you this close, to hold your hand, to see your smile, to share time with you⊠he wondered if this last thing would make him crack. would make him understand that it wasnât hatred all along. he wasnât sure he was ready to know the truth.
âthere must be another way, i-â he tried, but you groaned at his hesitation, taking the matter into your own hands.
âfor the love of god, reid.â you grabbed at his curly hair, and in a tug, you pulled him down against your mouth. he froze at first, surprised, in shock at the soft feeling of your lips against his, at the feeling of your chest tightly pressed against him. but then it all completely changes, he canât get enough. he cupped yor face in between his warm hands and pulled you closer, until there was no space between you two, something he must hate, but only finds himself enjoying. you gasp into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to push his tongue inside, pushing you against the wall of the hotel, devouring you as if he had been waiting years for this moment. you were air. and he was drowning.
âslow downâŠâ you breathily moan against his lips, and he groans.
âi canât.â he confessed.
the kiss that follows is just as desperate and harsh, your tongues dancing around the other as he kisses you like youâre everything heâs ever craved. you feel him press against you, and the feeling of a bulge on his crotch surprises you.
âyou seem to be enjoying this a little bit too much, reid.â you said with a smirk as you felt his growing erection pushing against your thigh to find solace, some friction, anything to make him feel better. heâs losing control, he knows. but he looks into your dazed eyes and he knows you are falling just as hard. he hopes the fall doesnât hurt as bad as his heart right now.
âi hate you.â he muttered against your lips.
âsay it like you mean it.â and before he could kiss you again, the sound of a gun being loaded sounded.
âget away from her.â a male voice filled your ears and spencer stepped away from you, leaving you cold, confused and in need of more you thought youâd never crave. âget away!â he repeated pointing at him with the gun.
âokay, okay⊠calm downâŠâ he softly said, taking a couple of steps away from you.
âhow do you dare touch her?!â he screamed. he seemed scattered. ânobody should touch her. sheâs mine!â
âno, sheâs not.â spencer said just as morgan knocked the unsub to the ground, a shot being fired, the bulled burying itself inches away from you on the wall. he was quick to reach out for you as you looked down at yourself. âare you okay?â he inquired, taking your face, inspecting it.
âdonât touch her!â the man screamed again as you nodded.
âeasy!â morgan yelled as he cuffed him up.
âyeah⊠iâm alright.â you muttered and spencer nodded, looking right into your eyes. you could still see his flushed cheeks, and his swollen wet lips, could see traces of you left behind. you wanted to taste him again. and again. and again. until the only thing you could remember was him and his lips, and the feeling of his body pressing against you.
that night. something changes. and it scares not only your bones, but your soul as well.
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eye contact | s.r x fem!reader
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êš summary: eye contact during sex is something that makes spencer go crazy.
Spencer panted against your neck as he slowly thrust into you, he kept his pace light and gentle. Your nails dug into his back as his length moved against your walls, his tip pressing against your sweet spot with every thrust.
Your legs tightened around his waist, heat spreading under your skin with each snap of his hips. Spencer moved his lips to press gentle kisses at the base of your neck, his skull knocking into your jaw and making your head tilt back.
Spencer pulled back to look at you, his hips slightly faltering when he saw how beautiful you looked, your eyes low and lips curled up into a small smirk. He groaned and leaned back down over you, his hips rutting into your throbbing core faster and harder. Your heart pounded in your chest as you got closer to your release, thighs trembling around him.
Spencer's pace was erratic and he was losing what little composure he had, his heart was beating just as fast as yours while he worked to bring you both to your release. You writhed under him and your hips started to rut up to meet his thrust, muscles starting to tighten around his cock.
You let out a cry of his name when you finally came, shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Spencer lifted his head and pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your whines and whimpers. Your cunt convulsed around his cock in the aftermath of your orgasm. Spencer's hips snapped forward a few more times before his warmth spread through your core. He fell down onto your chest, his hips lazily thrusting into you.
You let out a breathless chuckle as you tried to push him off of you, in return he let out a incoherent grumble and dug his head further into the crook of your neck.
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could go all night | s.r x fem!reader
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êš summary: spencer reid x breeding kinkâŠ. again.
Your nails scratched down Spencer's back as he pounded into you, leaving red marks to blossom over his pale skin. You were sure you going to pass out from how many orgasms you already had but still you held him close to you and welcomed each blow to your cunt he gave.
You figured that he would be done soon, that he would be tired and ready to tap out but you were wrong, oh so wrong. Spencer wasn't nearly ready to stop, he wanted to fill you with his cum until it seeped out around his cock from you being so full.
To put it simply, he wanted to get you pregnant. God, he nearly dreamed about it every night, every time he closed his eyes the only thing he could see was you bearing his child.
"Gonna fill you up, baby, M'gonna make sure you get pregnant, do you want that?" He panted into your ear, his hips stuttering as he talked himself into another orgasm. "Please, I want it so bad."
You nodded your head frantically, you hips lifting up to meet his harsh thrust. Spencer readjusted himself to give him better leverage to thrust into you, his head fell into the crock of your neck. He groaned as his cock twitched inside your cunt.
"Oh god- l'm gonna cum. Gonna cum in your pretty pussy- gonna fill you up with my babies." He groaned. His cock twitched as he started to cum, he pressed himself as deep inside you as he could while he painted your walls for the second time.
"Spencer, fuck, how are you not tired?" You gasped when he puled his hips back and pushed back in, you moved your hands down and pushed at his hips. Spencer leaned up and gently pulled out of you, understanding that you needed a break.
"I could go all night long but I think this is good for now." He huffed out a small laugh and laid down beside you, you turned your head to look at him.
"It wouldn't surprise me if you could go all night."
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Feverish
Spencer Reid x Reader
18+ â€ïžâđ„
Spencer canât keep his hands off of you in his fever induced delirium.
Inspired by a scene from The Tearsmith (on Netflix)
âWhat happened?â You ask Morgan whoâs got Spencerâs arm draped over his shoulder.
Spencer is out of it, delirious, coated in sweat. Yet he grins at you.
âPopped for the flu, probably from those kids earlier this week,â Morgan answers as he puts Spencer in the passenger seat of your car.
âI knew the flu shot was a waste of time,â Spencer muses. âItâs an educated guess at best as for what strain will circulate through the population,â he scoffs and shoves on sunglasses.
âWonderful,â you groan.
âYouâve already been sick this season, youâre probably fine,â Spencer mumbles and lulls his head back in the seat.
âI think thatâs why he said to call you,â Morgan smiles.
âWell, itâs great to see you again. Stay safe,â Morgan hugs you by way of farewell.
Taking care of your sick ex boyfriend on your long anticipated three day weekend was not high on your bucket list. But here you were.
You drop into the car next to him and heâs already fast asleep. Feeling his forehead, you confirm that heâs burning up.
You and Spencer had ended things amicably four weeks ago. Your crazy schedule as a labor and delivery nurse didnât mesh well with his chaotic FBI job. It didnât mean you didnât care for him. Perhaps that made seeing him so sick that much harder.
âCome on,â you help him from the car and into your house.
He stumbles up the front steps but youâre able to hold him up.
âSorry, dizzy,â he murmurs.
âItâs okay,â you place your hand at the center of his chest, pushing yourself under his arm further to support his tall frame. The heat coming off of him could almost burn you.
You had never been more grateful that you opted for a one floor house. You imagined getting him up a flight of stairs would be impossible.
âHere,â you sit him on the edge of your king sized bed but he just flops onto his side, tucking his face into your pillow. He breaths in deeply, you can hear how congested he is.
You hurry to your medicine cabinet to get him a concoction of fever reducers.
âTake this,â you sit him up.
He barely opens his eyes, just groggily obeys and trusts the pills youâre giving him. He knows youâd never do anything to hurt him.
You wipe the water from his lips gently. He purses his mouth as though to kiss the pad of your thumb longingly.
You slowly undo the buttons of his shirt, you needed to cool him down. Heâs drenched in sweat.
âSit up,â you pull him up with a hand on the back of his neck and push the shirt off of his shoulders. Your eyes trace his body longingly, but only for a moment.
You gently lay him back down and start undoing his converse so he can get more comfortable. He groans at the movements as you tug the shoes off and discard them, adoring his mismatched socks.
You brush his hair from his forehead and prompt him to open his eyes. He does but theyâre heavy with fatigue.
âYouâre going to be fine Spence, just tell me if you need anything,â you whisper.
You gently caress his cheek, his eyes fluttering closed. You relax your hand in the center of his bare chest, unable to help how drawn to him you are. You missed him. His lean body with the thin sheen of sweat had your heart fluttering. Touching him was too much, too overwhelming. You sigh and stand from the bed.
His arm wraps around your waist and he tugs you weakly back into the bed. You fall half onto him and half next to him.
âDonât go,â he murmurs and buries his face in your stomach like youâre all heâll ever need. You run your hands through his long hair and hold him close to comfort him. It doesnât even bother you that his hair is damp, you just want to help him.
He pulls you more onto him and twists his hands into your shirt. Youâre nearly straddling him now, leaning over him as he groans and begs for you to be closer.
âSpence,â you warn.
He nudges his face into your abdomen, between your breasts. Heâs so out of it you doubt heâs even aware of his actions. His mouth clamps over your nipple which is hardening through your shirt. This is so wrong, but it feels so fucking good.
Your body reacts to him, your hips grinding down against his. You canât help it.
Your tank top rides up and his mouth trails sloppily against your now exposed skin, causing you to suck air through your teeth harshly. Heâs kind of kissing you, but more seemingly needing to touch you with his mouth. He leaves moist trails of kisses against your stomach. He grapples at your body, heâs needy, heâs panting. Heâs whimpering against you.
Heâs burning up.
âShhh, Spence,â you sink down next to him and nestle into the crook of his arm.
You push away your arousal. That was not happening right now.
Besides, clear headed Spencer wouldnât touch you that way after breaking up.
âNeed you,â he moans.
âNot right now baby,â the nickname slips out. It was habit.
His buries his face in the crook of your neck, heâs breathing hard as his hand trails down your body. He digs his nails into the soft skin on your hips and squeezes lovingly. His fingertips move down the plane of your stomach and graze just under the edge of your waistband but he goes no further. You take in the sight of his large hand on your body again, those fingers, the way the muscles and veins move as he does. Your traitorous pussy clenches around absolutely nothing. Ugh.
He begins to kiss the soft spot of your neck and you canât help but to tilt your head to give him better access. His hand moves up to squeeze your breast, pulling a moan from you. God you needed him so bad. But he was so sick. His desperation for you was driving you mad.
You hear him shudder as a chill washes over him. But he ignores it, moving so his laying on you, kissing your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. His eyes are still closed, heavy with sickness. But he slides his strong arms under you to hold you even closer to him as he continues to kiss and sucking at your neck. He nudges your tank top down and pulls your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
âAh, Spencer. Baby,â you writhe beneath him, but heâs got you pinned.
He kisses you until he canât anymore, until his grip on you grows weaker and his mouth lingers on you longer.
He grows tired and rests his head on your chest. He keeps you beneath him, most of his body weight laying between your legs. His head rests on your stomach as he starts to doze off. His warm breath fans against your skin.
You push your hand into his hair to keep him right where he is. Heâs absorbing your body heat, his breathing beginning to slow.
A content sigh escapes his chest and he finally falls asleep.
You can still feel the ghosts of his hands and lips, messy and needy on your body. Itâs like he was devouring you, like you were the only thing that could save him. He was absolutely out of his mind, acting on instinct and primal need despite being sick. Itâs like he couldnât help it, couldnât stop himself from touching you.
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spencer reid x reader
you accidentally kiss your roommateâs cheek before leaving for work.
cw: fem!non-bau!reader, roommate!spencer, i pictured early seasons spence for this, mutual pining, idiots in love hehe
Youâre rushing to leave for work when you do it. It happens by accident, of course, but since youâre on autopilot you donât even realize what exactly you did until youâre about to exit the apartment.
âBy, Spence. See you later,â you smile at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek before skirting around him and moving towards the door.
Your hand is on the doorknob when you freeze, breath hitching in your chest. You turn around slowly, your heart pounding loud in your ears as your eyes land on Spencer.
âDid you justâŠâ He stammers, staring at you as his face turns bright red. âUm, bye,â he finally mumbles out and waves, giving you a sheepish smile.
âOh my god,â you mutter, a pit forming in your stomach. âIâIâm so sorry. I donât know what I was doing, I wasnât thinking andââ
â(Y/n)ââ
âIt wonât happen again, I swear, it wasââ
Spencer huffs out a laugh, making you pause. âItâs okay,â he says softly.
âIt⊠it is?â you ask, butterflies swirling around your tummy.
He nods and gives you a shy smile, one that makes you want to melt into a puddle on the floor. âYeah. I⊠kind of liked it, actually.â
Your heart swoops. âYou didnât think it was gross?â you ask, knowing his aversion to germs and physical touch.
âNo, not at all,â Spencer tells you, shaking his head. âCould IâCould I maybe have another one? Please?â he asks, cheeks turning a dark shade of red. âUm, only if youâre comfortable with it, of course.â
Your face feels like itâs on fire. âYeah. Sure,â you whisper, nodding.
You walk back over to him, pausing when youâre just inches away. It feels like your heart has stopped beating, the world becoming still around you as you lean in to press a feather light kiss to his cheek. You let your lips linger for just a little bit longer than necessary, and his breath hitches audibly.
âBye, Spence.â
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spencer reid x reader
you fall asleep during movie night with spencer.
cw: fem!non-bau!reader, roommate!spencer, fluffy fluff fluff, pining, mostly from spencerâs pov
You try to stay awake for the whole movie. Really, you do. But your eyelids are so heavy, and you can feel yourself nearly melting into the cushions of the couch. Next to you, Spencer is still laser focused on the screen, his knee bouncing up and down in anticipation.
âIâm not sure about you, but I think this might be the craziest movie Iâve ever seen,â he gapes. âI mean, even I donât think I could tell you what just happened.â
A mumble is what he gets in response. He glances over at you quickly, then does a double take. Your eyes have closed and youâre starting to lean close to him, your shoulder nudging his own.
â(Y/n)?â Spencer asks softly.
âMhm,â you hum.
Youâre too tired to think about how youâre now resting your head on his shoulder, or how you snuggle even closer into his side. You donât feel him freeze, unsure of how to react.
âYouâyouâre going to miss the ending,â he breathes out. His mouth has gone dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as he rubs sweaty palms on his sweatpants.
âDonât care. Tell me in the morning?â you ask softly.
âI⊠sure, yeah.â
It isnât long before Spencer hears your breaths even out, soft snores spilling from your lips. He doesnât move a muscle for the rest of the movie, afraid heâll wake you up if he does. When the credits start to roll, he tries to get up without startling you. But somehow you sense his movement and your arms shoot out, wrapping around his waist. His face burns.
âDonât go,â you mumble.
âIâm not going anywhere, okay? Just need to move you to your bed, youâll be sore when you wake up if you stay out here all night,â Spencer whispers.
âWanna sleep with you.â
He swears his heart stops beating. âAreâare you sure?â he stutters out. âMy bed isnât really that big andââ
ââS fine,â you say.
âOkay. Okay, yeah. Yeah, of course you can sleep with me.â
As gently as he can, Spencer untangles you from himself and gets up. He bends down and slips his arms under your knees and back, lifting you up bridal style. Your eyes flutter slightly as you sling your arms around his neck. Slowly, he carries you into his bedroom and places you atop the mattress as gingerly as he can. A small smile curves your lips as your head leans onto the pillow.
âThanks, Spence. Love you.â
He pauses, his eyes widening and heart thumping wildly in his chest. Did he just hear you say what he thinks you said? Spencerâs sure his cheeks are a deep, dark red as a sudden lump forms in his throat, though he manages to swallow around it.
He leans down before he loses the courage and presses a soft kiss to your temple, butterflies exploding in his stomach at the soft sigh you let out.
âLove you, too.â
He steps away to get ready for bed, trying to convince himself that youâll have no memory of this by the time you wake up in the morning.
You wonât, right?
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àŒâ§ÂŽËË paring; spencer reid x fem!reader àŒâ§ÂŽËË summary; spencer walks you home after your first date together. you both hope there will be many more. àŒâ§ÂŽËË content warnings; kissing. àŒâ§ÂŽËË wc; 0.6k àŒâ§ÂŽËË a/n; based on a conversation w/ @mandarinmoons so basically itâs for her <33 hehe
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Despite how late it is, the sky above pitch black - illuminated only by the moon and stars, the way the two of you walk is without care and hurry. The saccharine sound of Spencerâs laughter fills your ears and makes a bright smile form on your face. Tonightâs date may quite possibly be the best one youâve ever been on â and itâs all thanks to the man beside you.
When the sounds of laughter lull and youâre both quiet, Spencer speaks up.
âWould you.. maybe..â he trails off, taking in a deep breath as he searches for the words. He knows what he wants to say, or rather ask, but the nerves are overwhelming his senses.
âAre you asking me for a second date?â
âAre you gonna say yes?â His nose scrunches, a slightly awkward yet very hopeful expression on his face.
You look away, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to stifle your smile as you keep walking. You let your face relax, looking up at Spencer after a moment passes.
âWhat do you think?â
âWell, based on how tonightâs date went, the way you laughed at my physics jokes, your body language, the fact you very eagerly accepted the jacket I gave you, and keep bumping into me but donât seem to be bothered by it, Iâd say youâve enjoyed this date and I assume you would be up for another. Am I right to assume?â
âRight as always, Doctor.â You teasingly say, looking down as you entwine your fingers with his, praying heâll be accepting of the contact.
To your delight, heâs more than accepting, grasping your hand firmly but gently.
Not 5 minutes after youâd agreed to a second date (and hopefully if things keep sailing smoothly, many more), youâd reached your destination, your home.
As you walk up the few steps, Spencer walks with you. His eyes meet yours, and you can tell by the look heâs giving you that heâs reluctant to let go and finally say goodbye.
âSpence?â You softly giggle, looking at him sympathetically.
He snaps out his puppy dog-like state, dropping your hand. With your now free hand, you pull your key from your purse, turning the metal in the lock.
Without thinking, Spencer leans forward, gracing your cheek with a kiss.
âCouldnât wait, could you?â You blow out your nose in a half-laugh as you feel a warmth creep up your cheeks.
Heâs visibly proud of himself for the action, just nodding and watching as you step backward through the doorway, into your home.
You hold onto the door, waving at the man standing across from you.
âGet home safe, pretty boy.â
He just shakes his head, hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants, turning around to start heading down the steps, but you donât let him get far before reaching out for his tie and pulling him back towards you. He stumbles a bit, caught off guard by the sudden movement, but he doesnât have a second to think before his lips are covered by yours and his eyes are closing in delightful surprise.
His soft lips part, allowing for your tongue to slip past. His hands flys back to rest on your neck, kissing you back with just as much passion as you give him.
It feels like forever but still too short a time before you pull back, faces inches apart, breath mingling.
âGoodnight, Spencer.â
âUh-huh, goodnight,â he whispered, breathless and nodding.
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nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | oral (m), face fucking
imagine sucking spencer off while heâs sat at his desk at home, moving your head rhythmically. but suddenly, he thrusts his hips, his cock hitting the back of your throat. you gagged around his cock, causing spencer to let out a chocked moan.
âiâm so sorry,â he apologized but continued to move his hips. âfeels so good,â he whined, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in pleasure.
you stopped moving your head, allowing spencer to use your face for his pleasure as he whimpered a bunch of apologizes and âoh fuckâsâ. his hips moved frantically, his cock going in and out of your mouth.
he was desperate to say the least. the man with the usual IQ of 187 has been reduced to nothing more than a pleasure dumb whore who just needs release. and you absolutely adored it.
âitâs so good,â spencer whined. âoh my god, iâm gonna cum, iâm gonna cum, iâm gonna-,â his cock stiffened in your mouth as he held your head in place close to the base of his cock. he began shooting loads down your throat, letting out small whimpers as he did so. and when he finally finished, spencer relaxed against the seat, breathing heavily.
you swallowed each and every drop of his cum, pulling off of his cock and leaving a trail of spit. you looked up at your boyfriend with lustful eyes and swollen lips. and as spencer opened his eyes back open, they widened. âiâm so sorry,â he apologized. âi donât know what came over me.â
you let out a hoarse chuckle. âdonât worry, spence,â you replied. âi loved it.â you reassured.
because it was true. you loved being your boyfriendâs little fuck toy.
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kisses over handshakes | s.r. x fem!reader
âwhoâs the new guy?â
jj turned to you before looking in the direction your eyes were focused on. standing outside hotchâs office was derek accompanied by a mystery guy, well he looked more like a boy. tall and lanky with a short haircut that was starting to grow past his ears and curl to his skin. he was wearing a short sleeved button up that looked a size or two bigger on him, practically swallowing him in the fabric, and he paired dark brown stacks for his office attire.
âthatâs spencer reid. gideon helped bring him into the unit when he brought him in as an apprentice, also heâs a genius. graduated high school at twelve, has three phds, a 187 iq and can read fast and remember well. own our human internet.â jj listed off his qualifications for the job at- âhow old is he?â âonly twenty three.â boy genius indeed.
you followed behind jj as she walked towards the two, âhello boys. spencer i wanted to introduce you to y/n, sheâs my assistant.â skirting you closer into his directions, teeth biting into your bottom lip from slight nerves.
âhi itâs a pleasure to meet you,â sticking out a waiting hand. spencer looked to your hand then directly into your eyes as he said, âthe number of pathogens passed between a handshake is staggering itâs actually safer to kiss.â and you could tell he was completely serious.
so you shrugged, âokay,â and leaned in to peck his cheek. you saw how derek smiled widely as he shook his head, âtold you someone would be bold enough to do it.â reaching out to flick at your shoulder, you swatted his hand away with a frown.
eyes back to spencer, his cheeks turned flushed and his mouth was opening and closing, eyes slightly bugged. âsorry, that was unprofessional of me.â apologizing for overstepping, not wanting him to hate you already.
âno- no itâs alright. just the first to do so, caught off guard.â he smiled nervously, lips quirked. âi- i wouldnât mind if you- if you kept doing so.â rolling his lips once the sentence settled over the four of you, you smiled back at him.
âlooks like you got an admirer, pretty girl.â derek pipped in snapping you from your staring contest with spencerâs profile. you just rolled your eyes to the older man, âguess i know how you feel now, playboy.â
jj pulled you along, âalright, well we have some cases to look over and iâm sure you two have paperwork to fill out, so weâll see you later.â
âbye pretty ladies,â derek bid you goodbye. you waved at spencer over your shoulder and he held his hand up in reply. you chuckled quietly at his awkward nature.
âby the end of the year, iâm gonna date him.â sounding confident in your statement. you turned to jj and she furrowed her clean brows, âwhy not sooner?â
âcause i want him to ask me and i know itâs gonna be awhile, but im in it for the long game with boy genius. heâs a special one.â
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pairing- s1!spencer reid x bau!reader
w.c.- 3.9k (wtf omg)
summary- spencer reid is your best friend. youâre in love with him, he wants someone else.
warnings- the jeid narrative in s14 pissed me off so bad i wrote this, miscommunication trope, reader obsesses over his hair (same), idiots in love, wingwoman!penelope
a/n- to be clear i am not a jj hater, i love her. i just donât like what the writers tried to make happen between her and spencer
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the soft glow of the morning sun floats through the window, coating the bullpen of the behavioral analysis unit in a peaceful golden light. you bask in the soft start of your morning, a rarity in your line of work, sipping your coffee as your fingers clack against the computer keys. the peace of your morning is ripped from you suddenly, though, when gideon and hotch barge from their offices in quick pursuit of the conference room. the team immediately follows suit, scurrying after one another to follow the two men.
hotch stands at the head of the room, sternly describing the case file heâs just received. there is a serial killer in the d.c. area, obsessed with leaving texts of ancient egyptian script at the crime scenes. as an analyst for the bau, youâre assigned to stay in the conference room with spencer in order to help decipher what the killer is trying to tell authorities. you share a smile with the boy next to you, both eager to tackle yet another assignment together.
you were hired to the bau as a young academic fresh out of graduate school, the same year as spencer. you two initially bonded over your shared love of reading, of analyzing text. itâs this skill thatâs made you an asset to the team. you can decipher handwriting left by criminals in order to profile them; you can understand and analyze complex documents left for you at crime scenes, just like in todayâs case. you found a partner in spencer very early on. you two were assigned those kinds of analytical tasks often, and proved to be very good at it, good at working together, at being together.
it wasnât long before the mere sight of him started to give you butterflies, your chest constricting with affection. you cherish the late nights youâve spent with him, in and outside of the office, inspecting documents and handwriting samples, the times where youâve reached for the same file and your fingers brush together. movie nights at his place on the weekends, when you get so tired you allow yourself to curl into him, to let him wrap his arms around you, to pretend youâre something more. something in your stomach grows hot, and your palms start to sweat. you barely even notice that everyone else has gone off on their own assignments, leaving you and spencer alone in the conference room together. he sends you a million dollar smile and you get to work.
after a few hours of hard work, you suggest taking a lunch break. your lungs rejuvenate from the fresh air as you eat in the courtyard. you close your eyes and tilt your head up, feeling the glow of the sun warm your face, sighing as the vitamin d floats through your body. you can feel spencerâs eyes on you, and your heart kicks against your chest. how much longer you can take without confessing to him, youâre not sure. the limbo of being in love with your best friend is a torturous predicament to be in, especially when you work with him.
âhey, i need to ask you something,â spencer mumbles, and you see him pull out two tickets to a cowboys football game.
your heart now hammers against you, like a boulder spasming in your chest. your hands are sweating, shaking; is this it? could he be doing the hard part for you?
âgideon gave me these on my birthday. i donât know if you knew this, but itâs j.j.âs favorite team. i was thinking of asking her on a date with them, but i havenât watched a football game in over ten years,â he chuckles sheepishly, squinting his eyes down from the sun. âdo you think itâs a good idea? i thought i should come to you since youâre my best friend, you wouldnât steer me wrong.â
best friend. those words pierce through your gut like youâve been shot with an arrow. youâre thankful his eyes are turned away from you, so he canât see the infliction of those two fateful words.
âum-yeah,â you breathe out, barely audible, âi think itâs a great idea. it doesnât matter if you donât really watch football. if she likes you sheâll want to spend time with you, no matter what,â you fake a smile and pray to anyone that would listen to please convey the true message of your words, what youâre really saying. you know it falls on deaf ears, though, as you turn to throw your half eaten lunch in the trash, returning inside 30 minutes earlier than agreed upon.
âwoah-where are you going?â spencer hastily cleans his things and jogs to catch up with you.
âi just think we need to get back to work. this case isnât going to solve itself,â you shoot him a bitter smile, opening the door and not holding it open for him behind you, like you always do.
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j.j.? you think to yourself as you now delegate your portion of the work at your desk. the thought of being trapped in that conference room alone with him after your conversation at lunch unzips a shiver down your spine. your forehead is resting in your palm as your brain fights to focus on the case, and not drift back to spencer.
you were in complete and utter disbelief that the object of his affections has been j.j. this whole time.
j.j. is your friend, and youâre not mad at her. itâs not her fault that sheâs the one spencerâs developed feelings for. youâre just completely caught off guard, utter shock clinging to every nerve in your body. you thought, after all of those shy smiles youâve shared alone in conference rooms, the late night conversations on the jet, the nights youâve spent at his place, that they meant something more. youâre just shocked none of it did, and that youâve completely misread your entire relationship with him.
if gideon gave him the tickets, that means he sees whatâs going on between them, too. you furrow your brows, squeezing your eyes closed at this revelation. god, you feel so stupid. how could you have let your own feelings blindside you from what your best friend actually wants? you have no future in profiling, thatâs for certain.
you see a shadow looming over your desk from your peripheral vision, and you know who it is merely from the outline of his hair. you look up to find a sheepish spencer reid, seemingly nervous to even be approaching you. you hate that. you hate the idea of him on a date with j.j. even more, though.
âwhatâs up?â you try to sound interested, but you can both hear the restraint lacing your tone.
âi think i found something. we, uh-we need to gather the rest of the team,â he states.
his voice is quiet, small, his big brown eyes are boring into yours. you nod. the tension grows thicker the longer you stare at each other, eyes desperate to convey everything your mouths are too afraid to say. the file spencer was holding slips through his fingers, falling on your desk with a crisp clack. the noise cuts through the trance you find yourselves in, and you go red as a tomato, looking in your lap to avoid those lethal eyes.
âletâs go,â you mutter, walking past him without so much as a glance.
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over the course of the next week, you spend many work hours nursing your bruised ego in penelopeâs batcave of an office. as the two analysts of the team, a lot of your work overlaps, so hotch didnât raise a brow at the sudden change in your routine, not working with spencer so much. youâre able to tell her about everything going on with him during your brief moments of down time, when youâre filing paperwork or doing light research.
âoh. my. god.â she gasps, aware of your feelings of him from the start, âbabe. no way,â she swivels her chair so sheâs fully facing you, âiâm sorry! i thought he was into you, too,â she frowns, handing you a unicorn plushie from her desk drawer, âhere, take mr. unicorn. heâs the best man on the planet.â
you chuckle sadly and squeeze the soft animal, utilizing its comfort as much as you can. âthanks, pen,â you settle your cheek on the squishy animalâs head and look at her sadly, eyes glassy and big, âi think it was too good to be true. heâs almost too perfect, maybe this is a sign.â
you see her deflate at your defeated tone, her hand reaching out to grab yours, running her thumb over your skin. you stay like that for a moment, allowing yourself to feel the complex emotions youâve suppressed throughout the week. youâve only spoken to spencer two or three times this week, about work things only, and itâs wednesday. each day that passes like this weighs heavy, like an anvil on your heart. the feeling is so overwhelming you have no choice but to suppress it until you get home, lest the floodgates are unleashed in the same vicinity as the perpetrator.
paperwork it is.
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that following monday, you sit, stewing at your desk, desperate to blend in to the background. you think back to one week ago, one week since youâve had that fateful conversation with spencer. you nearly have whiplash from how fast things have changed in only a week. you yearn for the softness of that morning, of the blissful ignorance in thinking that you actually had a chance with spencer reid. your heart aches, the vulnerable throb in your chest paralyzing you. you rest your chin in your hands as your eyes mindlessly drift over emails you missed from the weekend, willing your brain to not work so hard unless absolutely necessary.
youâre snapped out of your pity party by the click of a door unlatching, the soft patter of converse on tile filling the bullpen. your eyes involuntarily follow spencer as he barges in. heâs impossible to ignore, clad in the most adorable button up/sweater vest combo you have ever seen in your life, walking full speed ahead with a scowl planted firmly on his face. the look on his face is so wholly unfamiliar, a look of hurt masking his usually soft features, the light in his eyes gone. the contrast is enough to shock you back to life once more, now registering a flustered penelope hot on his tail. the click of her heels echo through the bullpen in a desperate attempt to keep up with a man who is nearly a foot taller.
âspencer-wait! ugh!â penelope grunts as spencer falls into his desk chair, immediately using work as a means to deflect. his back is to her as he sifts through the files littering his desk.
you study him from where you sit, his brows furrowed, his shoulders slumped, and lips in a tiny pout that pokes and prods at your heart. penelope gives up quick, turning away with a grunt and a look on her face that read âdonât askâ. on her way past your desk, though, she leans in and whispers, âmeet me in my office after our meeting,â making your eyes go wide and your heart pick up in speed.
you use the new case to distract your mind from what could possibly be going on with spencer, and opt to stay back with penelope during this case. when you make your decision known in the conference room, spencer flinches. you just barely catch it out of your peripheral, youâre not sure you would have even registered it had garcia not smacked you in the thigh immediately after it happened. hotchnerâs eyes flit from you, to penelope, then to reid. morgan coughs. the team is then dismissed.
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âshe brought you to the date?!â you canât believe what youâre hearing.
âyes! i had no idea it was the date,â penelope gushes. youâre setting up materials for the case, waiting for the team to land for more information. in the meantime, she fills you in on the weekend, âiâd just assumed it was a separate event. it never occurred to me that she would invite another person to that. poor spencerâs never been so disappointed to see me,â her tone turns a bit guilty at that, and now itâs your turn to flinch at his name.
âthatâs insane, why would she do that?â you ask, bewildered.
âto be honest with you, i have a few ideasâŠâ penelope teases, setting up her computer for the day.
your eyes narrow into slits as she files her nail, feet up and resting on the desk as the rest of her equipment loads.
âwhat?â you breathe out, even though you both knew.
âcome on,â she kicks her feet off the desk and swivels to face you, frozen in front of a box of files, stricken by what you both know is coming next, âitâs you. he has feelings for you, for sure. j.j. knows it too, everyone does. we all see it.â
âreally?â you once again canât believe your ears. relief floods your veins, the rush too sweet to pay attention to your conscious, desperate to sprinkle some guilt in there. you donât care, though, not after the pure and utter agony of the past week.
âyes, of course! he likes you, i have no doubt about it,â penelope states matter of factly.
you round the corner of the desk and come to sit on a chair opposite her, âwhat makes you say that?â youâre unintentionally severe, palms resting flat on your thighs, leaning into her as to not miss a word. luckily for you, though, penelope is just as intense.
âit became clear to me when i saw them interact at the game. yes his ego was bruised a little, but he was light, airy. almost relieved. nothing like how he came in today,â she remarks, and your brows knit together in confusion.
âso youâre saying he was at ease with her, but nervous and grumpy when he had to be around me. that doesnât make any sense,â penelope rolls her eyes at your denial, but youâre quick at the defense with a new argument, âand he told me gideon gave him those tickets to ask her out on a date. itâs her favorite team.â
you cross your arms across your chest and lean back, âi appreciate what youâre trying to do for me, penelope, but if the best profiler on the team could tell he likes her, then he likes her. not me.â
just saying it causes the crack in your chest to reappear, callusing your heart once more.
âugh, no!â she exclaims, âyou two are the most stubborn people iâve ever met in my life, i swear!â she rolls her eyes and turns back to her now fully loaded equipment as your jaw hangs open in shock.
âwhat is that supposed to mean?â you lightly scoff.
âall iâm saying is that he was relieved that j.j. brought me, that he was being rejected. after the initial disappointment passed, that is. youâre going to have to get the rest of the information from spencer himself,â she decides, just as her phone starts to ring. saved by the bell, damn her. âtalk to each other. you miss each other. everybody can tell and itâs getting sad, like watching two lost puppies roam aimlessly without each other.â
before you can give an answer to her crazy analogy, she turns away from you and flips open her cell phone, âtalk to me!â she chirps, and hotchâs stern voice brings you back to the task at hand. youâll simply have to talk to spencer later. great.
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the team was able to land back at home that same night, luckily closing a quick case. after penelope says goodbye to you and spencer, youâre both the last ones in the bullpen. you two anxiously glance around, desperate for anybody else to be there, to break the suffocating tension between you two, thick and heavy with unanswered questions, words unsaid.
as you walk past spencerâs desk, he goes to walk with you, next to you. you havenât been this close in proximity to him in a week, and the smell of his cologne, his aftershave, makes you heady. you both stop at the elevator, unsure who should go first. you decide on impulse that it has to be you, you canât take this any longer. you turn to face him, and say the first thing that comes to your mind,
âshe brought penelope?â
had it been anybody else, you may have kicked yourself for shoving your foot squarely into your mouth, but itâs spencer, so he laughs. itâs an eye creasing, cheeks bunched up, teeth showing kind of laugh, and you have no choice but to laugh, too. thereâs a pang in your heart as this familiarity dawns upon the two of you once again. youâre desperate to keep it, so much so that you donât move when the elevator dings and the doors open. neither of you do. you stand there, taking each other in, cheeks warm and breathing heavy, as the doors slide close once again.
âyeah. yeah, she brought penelope,â he remarks, red ears hiding behind his slickened hair. your eyes focus on one particular lock thatâs fallen over his forehead, nearly in his eye. a sense of longing pierces your heart like cupidâs arrow, you fall in love with him all over again.
âyou should wear your hair curly more,â you croak. spencer is unphased at your sudden change of topic, and sends you a small smile.
youâre the only one on the team thatâs seen him with his hair curly. you revel in it any time youâre lucky enough to get a glimpse, when youâre sharing a hotel room or his couch on movie night. a strange nostalgia seizes you as you take in his hair, not realizing how much youâve missed it, missed him until youâre standing there, taking all of him in.
âmaybe iâll start,â he says back gently, another silence falling between the two of you.
âl-listen, i have something i need you to know,â he says, turning to face you, tone growing more confident as he speaks, âgideon told me to ask out j.j. because iâve been heartbroken over you for weeks.â
time stops.
âheartbroken?â youâre incredulous. âwhy? what did i do?â youâre nearly panicking, racking your brain for what you could have done to your best friend.
ân-nothing really. i think i heard you talking to penelope about me one day, about how you donât see me in that way,â he stutters a bit, his head turned down to hide his flushed cheeks, âi thought there was something between us, but after hearing that-i-i just assumed you didnât feel the same. it made sense, girls like you don't typically go for guys like me.â
your heart cracks in your chest, âspencer,â you whisper out, âdonât say that,â itâs all you can muster. heâs the most beautiful man on the planet. youâve never been so sure of anything.
he rolls his eyes and you want to shake him until he believes it, âwell, he gave me the tickets to try and put myself out there with someone else. j.j. is great, donât get me wrong, but sheâs not you. no one is,â he says, eyes boring into yours.
you take in every word falling from his lips, your brows marrying together. your brain is flying at a mile a minute trying to remember the conversation heâs talking about. suddenly, you stop. your gaze turns to him, eyes wide as the memory comes to you. it had to have been two months since then, but you knew that wasnât a problem for spencer. if he overheard, he remembers every word out of your mouth.
you were chatting with penelope in the empty conference room. it was a monday, and you had gone out on a date the weekend before. he was the topic of conversation right before spencer came in, how he was âso cuteâ with his âbrown eyes and curly brown hairâ, how he was âthe perfect height- like 6â1-6â2â. and yet, you only liked him as a friend. the reality was, you were searching for spencer in every man you pursued, and none of them ever measured up to him. how could they?
âspencer,â you groan, hiding your face in your hands, âi went on a date that weekend. thatâs who i was talking about. not you,â the last part comes out in a whisper as realization dawns on spencerâs face, uncertainty dancing through his big brown eyes.
âwhy didnât you tell me you had a date?â he asks, puzzled, âis that why you couldnât come over for movie night that weekend?â
your heart breaks even more, if thatâs possible at this point, you wanted to be there. you wanted to be there so badly.
âi had convinced myself that it would never happen. you and me,â you start, and his eyes grow even wider than before, âi was looking for you every time. in every date. thatâs why i never told you. it would never work out anyway, because they werenât you. i wasnât brave enough to admit that to myself until just now, i guess,â you grow a bit sheepish as you finish your explanation, your eyes glossy. your gaze finds the floor to avoid his piercing gaze. those eyes will kill you one day.
âwhat does that mean?â he says, so gentle, so spencer.
âit means iâm in love with you. i have been for years, since we started together,â you gush, tears finally falling over your lash line at your confession.
his eyes shut too, a gentle flutter of lashes against his cheek. you see a tear escape down his cheek, too.
âi love you, too. god, i love you too,â he whispers, moving immediately to scoop you up in his arms. he presses the elevator button again, finally getting you two out of there. he keeps you in his arms, carrying you into the elevator, refusing to let go as he squeezes you tight, legs wrapped around his waist as the doors close shut behind you.
as you descend, you reluctantly put your shaky legs on the floor, pulling away slightly to find his gaze.
âhi,â you whisper, biting your lip to try and suppress the cheesy smile taking over. you fail, grinning so wide and so bright, youâre afraid you might blind him.
âhi, beautiful,â he whispers back, brushing your hair back softly with his hand. he then cradles your jaw in his palm, pressing his soft lips against yours.
itâs a gentle kiss, but a passionate one. you both wish desperately to convey every single time you wanted each other, how long youâve loved each other.
spencer pulls away from you for a brief moment to ask, âdo you want to be my girlfriend? i think maybe we should try dating each other,â his sarcasm has you grinning from ear to ear.
âi think thatâs the most genius idea youâve had yet, doctor,â you lean in to kiss him again. he groans at the title, lips surrendering back into yours.
the ding of the elevator breaks your kiss, and you canât hide your cheesy grins as you walk into the parking garage, your pinkies linked together.
âdo you wanna come back to my apartment tonight? we can watch a movie?â spencer suggests nervously, like youâd say no. god, you love him.
âthat sounds perfect,â you smile, pulling him in for another kiss. you can tell heâs expecting a light peck, but you deepen it, your hand finding the nape of his neck. your lips softly click together as you move against each other, your tongue just barely slipping into his mouth.
âsee you at home,â you wink and get into your own car, leaving a flustered spencer reid in your wake.
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hey! could i please request âyouâre so short.â âiâll kick your knees inâ from your prompts list?
if you can could you do something like the insulting each other is them flirting and neither of them realise? iâm an absolute sucker for that kind of stuff. if not then totally okay take your own lead with it iâm sure itâll be great either way!
i love your writing đ«¶đ»
ankle biter
summary: âyouâre so shortâ âiâll kick your knees in.â
content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, reader is short, cursing (like one), dadcore hotch
notes: thank you so much for the request! i assumed you meant spencer from the mgg pfp đ«Ą i really appreciate your support. i hope you have a lovely day<3333
word count: 0.6k
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youâre not the tallest person, but youâre by far not the shortest person. it was never something that you paid attention to. sure, pants shopping was hard. the proportions of your body didnât align with popular styles, but it wasnât a huge deal (it was, but youâd never admit it).
spencer had come to realize how inconvenienced you were by your height, even when you didnât. at first, he liked getting things off of the tall shelves when you couldnât quite reach.
he was flattered, in a way? there was no possible other reason. definitely not; it for sure was not the soft thank youâs that youâd give him with a gentle smile.
eventually, you noticed some patterns. youâd put your mug on the lowermost shelf, and then the next day it would miraculously transport to the top shelf.
given that you were a profiler, you caught on pretty quickly. spencer would always leave the office right after you, right before sprinting to the elevator to join you.
and, if you stayed late to do paperwork, he would arrive at work extra early the next day. it was obvious: spencer thought that you being short was hilarious and delighted in seeing you struggle vertically.
you confronted him with a mildly upset, âwhy do you keep moving my mug?â he hadnât said anything after that. he blinked at you widely with his soft, round puppy eyes. the exchange ended after that.
he did not stop moving your mugs. in fact, he upgraded to hiding your paperwork, your stapler, your sticky notes. everything; and, they were all upon tall perches that only he could reach.
you tried talking to hotch, but he had just flattened his lips into a line and walked off.
âyouâre so short,â he had smiled coyly down at you.
with an incredulous look, you replied: âiâll kick your knees in, pipecleaner.â
âokay, ankle biter. iâd like to see you try.â he stepped closer to you. his exhales could be felt against your cheeks, just barely. he was squatting, taunting you.
you never did find your sticky notes.
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presently, you were waltzing into the office. extra early, you were prepared to score your mug without the help of one very tall boy genius.
he wasnât at his desk: finally! you had won!
alas, when you meandered into the kitchenette, your mug was nowhere to be found. when you were about to give up and admit defeat, you saw a flash of a familiar color out of the corner of your eye.
there it was.
your mug was on top of the shelves. you didnât even think spencer would stoop that low (high?), but he had.
placed delicately on your mug, was a sticky note. written on it was a heart and âs.r.â
dragging your feet, you made your way back to the bullpen. and, there he was. with an innocent look on his face.
like a kicked puppy, you slunk over to his desk.
âhi, honey. you need anything?â
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âyouâre sure they're not dating? or at least fucking?â emily was in disbelief. she had seen the two of you flirt for months. she, akin to the rest of your colleagues, could not take it any longer.
ânope,â derek took a sip of his coffee. âthey definitely are not. we would have noticed.â
âbut, it so obvious. why donât we just-â at this, hotch butted in.
he stepped in the way of morganâs and prentissâ view. his arms were crossed and his face was in the same stern expression that it always seemed to be in. âdonât mess with it. theyâll get together eventually.â
morgan and prentiss spoke over each other. âhow are you so sure?â and, âhow do you know?â
âbecause if garcia doesnât pull any strings, lord help me i will.â
they all turned and stared at spencerâs delighted expression: he had retrieved your mug and you were trying your hardest to seem as angry as you could as he dangled it over your head.
there was a pause. ânow get back to work.â
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Dad!Spencer forgetting to take a hair clip out of his hair that his daughter put in earlier that morning đ€ and nobody telling him until he goes home LMAO
Georgia has a cutesie little routine with her dad, he does her hair and she does his.
This morning Spencer has spent the better half of twenty minutes braiding her hair back and out of her face.
âDaddy, can you put the ribbons in today? The orange ones, please?â It would clash with her outfit but who is Spencer to deny her that?
âCourse Georgia, on both braids or one tying them both together?â
He likes giving her choices like this, letting her decide little things so she feels she has a say. Spencer likes her to be knowledgeable and a little independent- but not too much, he still wants her to need you both.
âInvididually,â he smiles at how she says it and nods.
âIndividually, you got it.â He ties the ribbons in cute little bows and then pats her back. âAll done, go get breakfast with your mom.â
She starts to hop off the stool sheâs stood on and then stops. âWait. Daddy?â Her eyebrows pulled tight together as she reaches in her hair bag.
âYes, sweetheart?â Spencer looks equally perturbed.
âCan I put this one in your hair? So we match?â He nods and kneels down, letting her little hands push back his hair and set the orange clip in his hair.
Breakfast is busy, as it usually is with a five year old. She wants waffles and you and Spencer spend a little time coaxing yogurt and fruit on her plate.
You pack her lunch kit, pack yours and then Spencerâs and youâre all rushing out of the door- you need to beat traffic.
You kiss Spencer goodbye and you both rush off- you to drop Georgia and Spencer to the bau.
His day doesnât get less busy, an all paperwork day, so heâs stuck at his desk and while he gets weird looks from Derek, he doesnât take it on much.
Itâs not unusual at all.
âOkay guys, get home. Weâre not getting much else and weâre all updated on the paperwork.â Hotch makes the announcement around four thirty and Spencer sighs, cracking his knuckles as he stretches in his chair.
âAlright, Iâm headed home guys. Georgia started fractions today and that math is never good for six year olds.â
Heâs packing his back and catches a look of himself in his laptopâs reflection before he closes it.
âOh shit,â he mumbles, turning round Emily and JJ. âDid I have it in all day?â
They both nod, JJ smiles gently. âItâs a good look Spence, a nice touch from Georgia.â
âSheâs getting better at gripping your hair back. Fine motor fully developed.â Emily compliments.
He blushes but doesnât even bother to take it out, knowing sheâs going to love it that heâs kept it in all day.
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