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Hi Jo! So excited for your monster mash 🥰 Can I get one ticket for the graveyard mash starring Spencer Reid with a 🍫 and 🌭 please. Thank you!
freaks come out at night
[STARRING: SPENCER REID x reader ; “Really? Now? God, you have terrible timing.” “Please just play along.”] wc: 1.9k warnings: MDNI — afab!reader, semi-public van sex, choking with a belt, no protection p in v, totally against regulation, errrr i saw discourse that spencer doesn’t fuck but with the amount of smut on this hellsite… yeah right. anyways. that man is a freak. consent is sexy, enjoy. title from the whodini song
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“Excuse me? Mr. Officer?”
Your heels clacking against the pavement catches Reid & Morgan’s attention. It’s dark on the street you’re on, the shadows of your face illuminated by the red and blue hues of light from the squad cars that surround the house where the unsub was apprehended. They've been on this case for a week, and everyone’s ready to shake hands and go home. And so are you, it seems; your confidence always gets you into difficult situations; however, asking cops for a ride home instead of staying with the creep at the club sounds like a better idea.
“Hi sweetheart, what’s wrong? This is a crime scene,” Morgan croons smoothly, leaning against the van as he looks you up and down, “you don’t look like you belong here.” It’s condescending almost, the suave tenor of his voice making you feel like you’re being talked down on.
All you want to do is go home, charge your phone, and go to bed. Spencer is too busy fidgeting with the buttons on his dress shirt as he rolls his sleeves back down to look more professional. But it’s hard to impress a pretty girl in a sparkly dress at three in the morning, especially when you don’t even glance his way.
“Yeah, there’s been this guy following me for a few blocks now. Can I get one of you to drive me home? It’s not too far,” you say dismissively, crossing your arms over your chest as the wind picks up. You shiver slightly, hands brushing the skirt of your dress down. Someone calls their attention from near the house, closing down the investigation and Morgan nods lightly with Spencer looking into the distance behind you, trying to find the person giving you trouble.
“Who’s giving you a problem? Want me to talk to him?”
He means it so earnestly, but nothing about Spencer Reid screams intimidating. Tweed blazer, clubmaster glasses, and Converse adorning his frame—-he looks like the kids you knew got bullied in middle school. It makes you giggle, “No offense, you’re not scary, Mr. Officer. Please just play along and let me ride it out.” Morgan hides a smile behind his shoulder and claps Reid on the back as if to say, all yours, pretty boy. You’re pointing at the black van, tapping it with your hand, “This one okay?” But you’ve already opened the door to the passenger seat and climbed in, dress riding up your thighs and giving them a view of your underwear. He swallows hard, looking at his friend who will surely never let him live this down, “Wanna come? I don’t like driving.”
Morgan rolls his eyes at how dumb the smartest man he knows can be when it comes to women, “Just get in the van and take her home, Reid. I’ll meet you back at the hotel.” The car keys are thrown (ie. fumbled) into Spencer’s hands as he sighs and walks around the front of the vehicle, mumbling, “Actually, I’m a doctor…”
“Your badge says you’re an agent,” you quip, watching him slide in and start the ignition. He turns the car lights on, looking your way as he pulls out onto the street, “I’m both.”
Impressive.
Giving him the directions, you sit back and admire the profile of his face in the dark. He’s cute, you suppose—pushing his glasses up to avoid the glare of passing headlights, nose scrunched up in concentration as he tries to not let his mind wander while you tell him about your night.
“Yeah, and then after he was being nice to me, he groped me on the dancefloor. I mean, what a jerk! Can you imagine that, Doctor?”
“Spencer,” he mumbles, making you hum in acknowledgment. And no he cannot. He’s really trying not to. You’re expressive when you speak, hands flying in the air and touching everywhere from the dashboard, to his arm, and then his thigh. His hands clench around the steering wheel, wondering how you’re able to be so blunt with a complete stranger.
“You look like a Spencer.”
“Do I?”
Crossing your legs and leaning against the window to face him more, you look sinful in the passing shadows that blur behind your head. He blinks, reminding himself that he’s in control of the car, and redirects his focus on the road.
“Yeah. Too bad I’m not into nice guys,” you smirk, biting your lip, “Nice guys try to fuck me in public without even asking, apparently.” The car swerves the slightest bit, and neither of you says anything until he pulls into your apartment parking lot.
“Right here should be fine.”
He puts the car into park, lights flicking on as he unlocks the doors and the only thing you can see is his boner straining through the material of his slacks. The sheer sight of it and the hilarity of the situation make you bark out in laughter, “Really? Now? After I tell you about my shitshow of a night, you get hard after hearing that?” His cheeks redden in the dim light as he folds his hands in his lap, sputtering out a response, “I d-didn’t mean to… I’m sorry!”
“I’m not like him, I promise!” But you’re already getting out of the van and Spencer quickly files this into the section of his brain where he keeps suppressed memories because this is humiliating for him, actually— and then you’re opening the door to the backseat.
“Not like what, Spencer?”
His brows furrow as he watches you, frozen and calculating every possible way that tonight will go because it’s rare that Spencer Reid is surprised— “What?”
“Are you a nice guy, or are you a creep?”
And he pushes his glasses up, expression pressed into something you can’t read—maybe it’s something they’ve taught him in the FBI, you think, and he clears his throat, insisting, “I’m a nice guy. I’m one of the good guys.”
“You have terrible timing. Are you moving back here or not? I’m not fucking you in my apartment. I barely know you after all.”
So your confidence does put you into difficult situations.
But you never thought it would get you bent over and fucked in the back seat of a cruiser with half your body sprawled over the center console. It’s a tight fit, your slick skin sliding against the leather and you don’t suppose a nice guy would do half the things Spencer is doing to you now, and his big hands are gripping the fat of your hips as he watches you bounce on his thick cock with bated breath.
The difference between him and other ‘nice guys’ you’ve encountered is that he’s verbal with his wants and makes sure that you’re enjoying yourself—and despite your eyes rolling to the back of your head and fervent moans, you’re still not sure he believes you.
“Ngh—fuck! Just like that…” you whine as he takes control, maneuvering you so that he can pull you up and down by his hold on your forearms. Spencer eagerly lifts his hips to meet yours, his length pistoning into your tight hole, the sound of skin and squelch echoing through the vehicle as he groans loudly, “This okay? Does this…feel good?”
“More! Mmm…harder, Spencer…I—”
“Not what I was asking, pretty,” he pants, thrusting into your soaked pussy with a jolt and stopping. Your cheek smacks against the gear shift and you cry, knees going weak at the sound of his voice, “I said, is this okay?”
“Yes! Stop asking!”
He slams into you again at the sound of your agreement, your belly hitting the console and squeezing around his cock as you lay there almost begging for him to do it again. But spit drips down the side of your mouth, along with the words you can’t string into a coherent sentence. The material of your dress is bunched around your torso, and his hands slither up your spine, feeling the way you breathe under his touch; you can’t see him from here but you know he’s smiling.
“I need to hear it, pretty girl,” he coos, tracing the letters of his name across your shoulder blades, and all you can do is laugh.
“Yes, your cock feels really good,” you hum, looking back at him and biting your lip, “In fact, you could go harder. You’ddo that for me, wouldn’t you, Mr. Nice Guy?”
“Doctor Reid…”
He’s breathing heavily at your stare, noting the streaks of mascara down your cheeks and how your eyes seem to glint at him in the moonlight. So he yanks you up into the backseat with him, pressing you into the same position; ass up and face down and you shiver at the sound of his belt buckle clinking in the dark, “What are you doing?” you mumble, catchingyour breath while you can.
“M’gonna choke you if that’s okay.”
It sounds so innocent coming out of his mouth and you’re grinning at the feeling of leather wrapping around your neck, fastened tight but not so much so that you’ll asphyxiate. You know he’ll be taking your breath away regardless, and he’s whispering into the shell of your ear, asking if you’re comfortable and pressing a soft kiss that feels incandescent against your skin.
One of Spencer’s hands spreads your cheeks open for his dick to make its way through your warm flesh, arching your back into his hold as the other hand tugs on the belt to pull you up. The choked sound that leaves your lungs is so filthy he has to try not to cum right then and there.
“Please,” you whine, wiggling your hips as your hand slips down the glass pane, “Need you to fuck me.” Every inch that slides in has you moaning louder, and Spencer’s the one laughing now, “Should I still ask if you’re doing okay?”
“Oh…Just fuck me already Spencer!”
His jaw clenches as he starts fucking himself into your warmth, one hand on your shoulder and the other wrapped around his belt making you wheeze. Your ass shakes with the car, the force of his cock pounding into you with vigor, and Spencer moans, “F-fuck! You’re shaking…” His balls clap against the plump of your body as your throat feels the pressure of his efforts, and big hands pull you into a seated position so he can get a better look at your face. It’s puffed up with the lack of air and your pupils are unfocused, fucked stupid, and happy at the feeling of his rigid cock against the soft of your walls, mumbling incoherently as your eyes connect.
“Yes, yes, yes…So fucking deep…”
Spencer slides his hand around your torso, putting his fingers beneath sweaty fabric so he can touch your skin, thumb rubbing against your belly button and tongue licking up the side of your collarbone, still rocking into you as he loses it, finally letting go of the belt. You fall over with a shaking gasp and hear him groan, hot spurts of cum painting your motionless back. Noticing the car windows are foggy, you smile to yourself. What the fuck have you gotten yourself into? Reaching down to grab your underwear, you stop when you feel Spencer delicately wiping his cum off you with a handkerchief.
“Mmm. You really are a nice guy.”
He helps you readjust your clothes first before his, “I told you that.” It’s quiet in the car again, and you’re not sure what to say, but there’s no point in being shy now.
“You wanna see my apartment?” you muse, smiling sweetly at him, and he quirks his brow, “I thought you didn’t let strangers into your apartment.”
“I think we’re past that, don’t you?”
Spencer doesn't make it back to the hotel until right before check out the next morning.
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ma1dita's monster mash is closed for requests but ongoing for the rest of october!
#ma1dita's monster mash 𓉸ྀི#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid smut#criminal minds x reader#kinktober#made by ma1dita ♥︎#criminal minds smut#spencer reid fanfic
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i like to think spencer reid always has a hair tie on his wrist, whether it’s for his hair or his partner’s
we know he went through the jesus phase so i feel like before cutting his hair, he’d own colorful hair ties and rotate between them everyday! maybe have a few extras in his pockets for him or his girl friends…
even after chopping that beauty off, he’d have the hair ties on him out of habit, like it’s part of him now!!!
def learned to do hair styles like braids and whatnot, but that’s for no ones’ eyes but his 😭😭😭
i also feel like he’d either have the most complex hair routine or the plainest one, no in between (leaning more towards the complex, though)
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hehe i completely agree bestie!!! i can literally envision it on his wrist right this very second !!!!
jesus phase haha i'm laughing at him rn BUT YES!! i loveeee the idea that he rotates the colors omg that's so cute. and absolutely he keeps extras in his pockets; his own colors, other colorful ones for garcia, and black for em and jj and any other lovely bau lady or his other friends!! and if you have hair that you like to tie up, he carries whatever type of hairtie that you like + that fits your hair type!!
hehe i loveeee the idea that he learned how to do braids and stuff, bonus if it's you his lover who taught him hehe. very adorable and then its for his and your eyes only <3
mmmm that's something i'd never thought about!! i very much see what you mean. i can't tell what sort of routine i think he's had tbh 🤔🤔 like even if it's on the simple side, its very specific either way. it bothers him when he can't do his exact hair routine!! i can definitely see if leaning towards complex, though he might be forced to simplify just because he has to travel so much. but i loveee the idea of him showing you the routine + you memorizing it and his favorite products so you can gift him or help him hehe <33
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10 years since... RIPPER STREET "The Weight of One Man's Heart" Written by Toby Finlay. Directed by Colm McCarthy. Original air date: 27 January 2013 (insp.)
#ripperstreetedit#ripper street#bennet drake#edmund reid#homer jackson#iain glen#jerome flynn#mmacfadyenedit#matthew macfadyen#adam rothenberg#charlene mckenna#rs 10 years#by angelic37#come here that i hug you#♥#flashing cw
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#ben sanders#steven reid#mary shaw#rebecca liddiard#frankie drake mysteries#myedit#i love them so much ♥ ♥ ♥#Youtube
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" really, " kyra assures the other with a smile, pearly whites sinking into her full bottom lip for a moment as she considers the suggestion. her honeyed eyes flicker with amusement and something else as she watches the other's excitement, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on the surface of the water. "fiji sounds does sound like a good idea," she confesses. " but then again i don't really care where we go, as long as we are together. " the brunette finds herself confessing.
REID PERKS UP A BIT at the suggestion, her eyes lighting up as she turns to kyra to brightly ask, " really ?" she makes no effort to hide her excitement, turning a bit in the hot tub to fold both of her arms on the edge, resting her chin on her hands to say, " you know i'd love that . i've been so bored lately with the house so empty ." she rests her cheek on her hand and directs her gaze to kyra, trailing her eyes over her as her smile widens . " where should we go ? fiji ?"
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𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗡𝗘𝗥!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 ♥︎ 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗
˗ˋˏ ʚ♡ɞ ˎˊ˗ you’re Hotch’s adopted younger sister
you meet THE Dr. Spencer Reid Hotch takes you to a team party you wear Spencer’s clothes by accident your brother comes to visit at a bad time you call Spencer when you get hurt your brother comes to visit at a bad time
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-`♡ masterlist ♡´-
♥︎ about me ♥︎ ♥︎ guidelines ♥︎
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pierced. | spencer reid. fluff, angst, smut (18+) pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5 (nsfw), pt. 6, pt. 7 (nsfw), pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10 (epilogue) (nsfw)
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angel. | spencer reid. smut (18+), fluff mansplaining. | spencer reid. fluff, silly safe. | spencer reid. fluff, angst
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❝ my story's not exactly straightforward, you know. ❞ he says with a laugh, tilting his head aside though as he watches his younger sister. ❝ you know you have plenty of time, right? just because the royals around us met young doesn't mean you have to know right away. our parents didn't exactly find love at first sight. ❞ and... he pauses a few moments. ❝ the world has opened up more now, izzy. i'm sure you'll find someone who loves you, someone you love. ❞
"it is." izzy agrees with a little nod, letting out an almost wistful little sigh. "and sometimes i don't know if i'm ever going to find mine. not to sound like a pessimist or whatever, but most of them had found their happily ever afters by now and you have mal, and i just - i don't know." she looks out the window - the campus grounds of auradon prep able to be seen from there - at all the students milling about. "i don't know if there's anyone out there for me."
#✮ — benjamin de villenueve / benevolent king#benevolent king — ♥ — threads#contacts╰┈➤ isabelle reid ( pcetstcrtured )
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Hiiii! can i get one ticket for the graveyard smash starring Spencer Reid with a pretzel and a hot dog please? :):) this is so cooool
somebody’s watching me
[STARRING: SPENCER REID x reader ; “Don’t…move.” “Please just play along.” ] wc: 1.5k whoops warnings: MDNI —post-prison reid, bff!fem!reader, exhibitionism/voyeurism, mirror sex (kinda), dubcon?, p in v, creampie :) kinda inspired by 8x3 and other eps i cant be bothered to remember, title from the rockwell song
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Spencer always does what you want him to.
It’s a bad habit he’s picked up after a decade and a half of being your friend. You’ve been through it all together— after a few shitty breakups, navigating your twenties, several mid-life crises, health problems, and even him getting wrongfully sent to prison for a few months, sometimes he wonders how you’re still here, and still just as stubborn as him.
But he’s not sure he can listen to you this time around.
His eyes flicker around the underground bunker the both of you are locked in and the all-knowing Dr. Reid is stumped and there seems to be no other logical option than—
“Spence?”
The red laser beam pointed at you almost traces the curve of your jaw like someone’s drawing the shape from memory. And then it situates itself directly over your quickly beating heart.
“Don’t move,” he breathes, reaching out for you when your lips fall into a whimper, a slight sheen of sweat over your skin. You’re sat on his lap with your top off and maybe that’s the reason why he can’t focus on figuring out a profile for your psychotic ex-boyfriend who’s definitely watching every move you make through the two-way glass that's across from the bed.
“I think it’s because we’re not moving is why…Fuck, Spence, we have to do it.” The TV screen imbedded in the glass flashes red again to catch your attention, asking—no, demanding you two to humiliate each other in the most carnal way.
And sure he’s imagined you in this before, way more times than he’ll ever admit, on lonely nights on the jet, even when he scrolls through your Instagram profile (you’re the only account he follows and the sole reason he tolerates the app), and especially whenever he hears the lilt in your voice that you reserve only for him, but it wasn’t quite like this in his mind.
“I can’t…I’m not gonna do that to you,” he swallows thickly, licking his lips and catching the way your eyes follow the movement. You’re… actually contemplating this, he realizes as he recognizes the sureness in the furrow of your brows, “Don’t. My team will find us and we’ll get out of here,” Spencer’s voice is hoarse and his eyes widen at the feeling of your fingers undoing the buttons on his purple dress shirt. You’re quick with it, and by the time you reach his midsection, he knows you’ve made your decision, “I don’t want to die, Spencer Walter Reid.”
“We’re not going to die!” he scoffs frustratedly, and the rest of the air in his windpipe escapes him as you press kisses down his exposed chest, “M’gonna…God. I’m gonna get us out of here, okay?” Your tongue darts out to lick at his skin, trailing back up towards his neck as you start to rock against his growing erection and he tries not to like it too much. Spencer’s large hands slap over the fat of your hips—the sound echoes in the quiet of the room; with the force he’s grabbing your skin, it's sure to leave marks.
“Think my way’s faster. You should multitask or something then.”
Your best friend’s nails dig harder into the fabric of your dress pants as he tries to stop you again, “We can’t do this.”
“I want to,” you nip at his Adam’s apple, “Come on, we’re adults. There's no one else I'd even entertain this thought with. Plus your team’s coming, right?” Your nose nuzzles at a sensitive spot behind his ear, and the kiss you leave there is tender, for him—not the camera in the corner of the room, “Please just play along.”
“You want this? Swear on it.”
Spencer’s pinky raises in the air, his other hand patting around the top sheet to try to find yours, and when he does it’s trembling. He holds it tight, for the audience inevitably watching and in an effort to calm you down—because the last thing he’d ever want to do is hurt you. But your eyes flicker to the screen that starts counting down from 10, and then back to his espresso ones that remind you not to show any fear, so you lock your pinky with his and clear your throat.
“I want you to fuck me, Spencer. I really do.”
Honestly, it’s an offer even he can’t refuse.
It’s awkward at first, clothes fumbling off of each other’s limbs and then he’s laying back just watching you stretch yourself out on his cock. Spencer doesn’t know where to put his hands—they’re rubbing soothing circles into your thighs that are wrapped around his waist. He’s just…watching you watch him, his eyes fluttering shut and your belly contracting as you start to move, stamping your feet onto the worn mattress to push and pull yourself on his pulsating length. The sound of skin against skin and the embarrassing squelch of your pussy almost shatters through the air and it makes you self-conscious, gripping onto his shoulders to anchor yourself back to reality. You’re seriously fucking your best friend in front of your ex-boyfriend and god knows who else, and it’s hard to catch your breath as tears begin to cloud your vision, the humiliation starting to catch up with your confidence.
“Fuck,” he hisses, clenching his jaw at the sound of your little cries, cunt swallowing him whole when you almost lose your footing, “Spence…I can’t…” He peeks an eye open to see you…feel you quivering on top of him with your gaze focused on the glass, “I’m sorry, I’m just scared,” you sniff. Spencer’s hand cups the soft of your jaw, wrapping around the junction of your neck soothingly, “It’s okay. M’here. It’s just me.”
He’s trying so hard to focus on consoling you, but you’re so tight and tense and it’s bad that plunging into you feels so good.
"I know. S'why I'm scared," you mumble, bottom lip pursed in a pout and then a strangled noise rips its way out of your throat. Spencer realizes he’s fucking up into you when he hears you wail again, palms against his chest as he drives up into your weeping cunt, “You can take it, right baby? M’gonna take care of you.”
Fucking you was like nothing his brain could’ve ever dreamed to imagine— the way you’re writhing above him, broken calls of his name asking for him to slow down. But now he’s made his decision too, that no matter how this ends, even if you both die or walk out of here and never speak again there’s nothing that can take away the divine image of your body going limp as you cum for the first time with a “Yes!”
The screen still flashes red in your peripherals a while later signaling the end of the session. Neither of you pay it any mind with you face down almost eating the stuffing from the lone pillow on the bed and his eyes fixated on the globes of your ass as they almost have a gravitational pull, vibrating along his dick when he yanks your hips back to meet his. A whine slips past your lips, your eyes meeting the glass and watching your best friend ruin you in the reflection. His hair is wild with his efforts, pressing down the small of your back and yes, maybe for once it’s nice to let Spencer make the decisions for the both of you.
Especially if they make you feel this good.
“Eyes on me, baby. Everything’s gonna be okay.”
You wonder when the BAU will get to you both, and if they do, you selfishly hope there’s a chance Spencer will get to cum too.
He’s really breathy as he instructs you to look at him again, the smell of your combined musk in the air, sweat and slick being shared between your naked bodies. His voice is a low timbre you’ve never heard before, but your eyes are still busy watching him thrust into you with intention as if this already isn’t a memory you’ll forget. You find yourself extra pretty when he makes your tits swing like this, half-caught in a daydream of Spencer hitting a particular spot and how happy you look to get fucked while being watched by a psychopath, the grin on your face fitting someone who deserves to be institutionalized. You’re enjoying this more than you should, reveling in the attention and arching your hips so he can hold onto them better.
“You’re shaking so hard...” he breathes, noticing the uncontested bliss that’s taken over your face, “You like this huh? Like watching us?”
Nodding your head and biting your lip, you moan, “Like ‘em watching you fuck me. Your cock feels so good…” Your words are invigorating, making him tighten his hands around your neck as you go dizzy with pleasure.
"That's my girl," he smirks.
By the time your eyes roll to the back of your head for a second time, neither of you notice the number of lasers pointed at your bodies increasing, or the sound of the sirens outside the locked door. Spencer’s too far gone, hands interlocked around your throat to pull your head up towards his, moaning into your mouth as his cock stutters, stuffing you to the brim just as the door bursts open.
Came right in time.
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Write some professor smut with Spenc x reader. Idk y I have a thing for that. It doesn’t have to be a big age gap. He’s young, college would be perfect, grad school even if you want to make the reader older. They can be going for anything I just want smut. I want him to have her riding his thigh after class or something.
I just need him. And smut. I’m not okay.
Meet me after class 🤎
Pairing: professor!spencerreid x fem!reader
Summary: After weeks of trying to break your favorite professor, he finally relents and you get your wish. After class. In his office.
Warnings: smut!!! Thigh riding, age gap (they are both adults just reader is a college student Spencer is a professor) semi public s3x! !!!MINORS DNI!!! I will tell your mama
Word count: 776
A/N: Thank you anon for this request!! I am so exited to start writing Spencer and I hope you all enjoy! ♥︎♥︎
Divider credits: @kithsune @cafekitsune
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It was no secret that Dr. Spencer Reid is your campus’s resident heartthrob. The professor had a constant flock of young women filling up his criminology classes at the beginning of each semester, and his effect was not lost on you.
Since the beginning of the semester you had made it your mission to gain the younger professor’s attention (sure he was still 10 or so years older than you but still, younger.) On the first day of class, you sit close to the front of class so he sees you when you wear low cut tops and short shorts.
But even after weeks of trying, you seem to have not yet caught the attention of your favorite professor. So, frustrated, you had nearly given up your efforts until that fateful afternoon. “Y/N will you please see me after class” Spencer spoke as he walked closer to your desk space. You quickly nodded thinking about what he could possibly need. You knew you had a good grade in his class and always turned in assignments on time. So maybe…just maybe…your efforts have paid off.
After class your body buzzed with excitement as you walked to Dr. Reid’s office across the dirtied carpets of the lecture hall. You knocked meekly, not wanting to seem too bold or too disruptive. He opened the door shortly, but surprised you when he practically shoved you into the small office space.
“U-uh ahem well Dr. Reid you asked to see me” you stuttered as you watched him pace his office space, seemingly contemplating his next move.
He sat down at his large desk chair and instead of answering your question he simply said “sit.” And pointed at his khaki clad thighs. “Sir I’m not sure what you mean I can just sit in this chair here.” You tried to respond but he quickly cut you off saying “No, sit here.” As he pointed to his lap again.
You tentatively moved closer to your professor and as soon as you were within arms length, his strong hands grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap. He leaned over your shoulder and whispered lowly, “You seem so shocked is this not what you wanted darling…’cause you can tell me no right now and I’ll stop.” You whimpered as he spoke and involuntarily writhed in his lap as you responded “N-no please don’t stop s-sir.”
“Good girl, now here’s what’s going to happen.” He continued to whisper. “I’m going to continue my work for while, and you are going to make yourself cum right here on my thigh. Then when I’m done…maybe you’ll get a reward.” He spoke, as you nodded dumbly at his words and the feeling of his breath tickling your ear. “I need to hear you sweet girl.” He teased. “Y-yes sir.” you responded As you began to move back and forth along his thigh.
He hummed satisfied as he started to type on his laptop. You buried your face in his neck as to not make too much noise and you promptly sped up your movements against his leg. You were careful not to bump your back against the desk and disrupt his typing but still, he slipped a hand beneath your cable-knit sweater and rubbed his thumb along your shoulder blade.
Your skin burned at his touch and the feeling encouraged you to increase the speed of your movements and hopefully reach your release faster. You could feel your wetness soaking through the panties you wore as your skirt rode up along your thighs, the delicious friction of your clit against his thigh only egging you on.
“P-please I’m so close.” You whimpered close to his ear, yet you elicited no response from your professor as he continued on typing. He simply hummed and you continued your efforts for what seemed like many more hours.
You could feel your release building within your lower stomach and you grind against him faster. Muffled against his shoulder you screamed out his name over and over as you reached your high, practically panting against his sweater vest.
“Good girl, such a good girl for me.” He praised as you came down from your high and began to catch your breath. His hand slowly trailing up and down your back in an effort to soothe you. When you had calmed down enough you looked down at where your soaked core met his thigh, and saw the mess you had made where his pants were darkened. He chuckled, which prompted you to look up at him as he spoke, “I think you earned that reward now darling hmm?.”
You could tell you’d definitely be seeing him after class more often from now on.
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hiii, i loved your hotch fic so much, could you maybe write a spencer reid x daughter one where he and the team interview y/n as a potential unsub and then reid finds out she's his daughter that he didn't know about, or any plot you want to write :) i hope you have an amazing day <3
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She Looks Like You
Pairing(s):Spencer Reid x Daugther Reader
Gender:Fluffy
Warning: none?
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Spencer never imagined himself in a family, with a wife, children, a dog and a house with a white picket fence. Contact with girls his age was embarrassing, as he generally couldn't stop talking about subjects that bored the girls. He had only two relationships in his life, and in both of them, the ending was devastating for Spencer. The first was in his last year at college. He met a lovely girl, dated her for a few months, but she disappeared from college. without telling Spencer. For a while he thought the worst could have happened to her, but when he contacted her family, they just told him she was fine and for the boy to leave her alone. And in his second relationship , well, we all know what happened to Mavie.those were the losses of Spencer's life.
He could get over it, after all, he didn't think he would have a family anyway.
He knew that his work took a lot of time, and that could strain a marriage, in addition to how dangerous it would be, considering what happened to Hotch's wife. He may have been shaken by his last relationship, but he didn't let it destroy him. , and now you're here, trying harder than ever to continue saving lives.
The case the team was on was not a case of a serial killer. A couple had been murdered, and the only evidence the local police had was a strand of hair, from the killer, which according to the tests was a woman.
It didn't take long for the team to put together a profile, which led to a young girl.
They didn't have the motivation, but they had in mind that during an interrogation she could say something that would be useful for the case. When the young woman was already in the interrogation room, the agents entered.
"Are you Y/N Y/L/N?" Hotch asks, sitting in front of the young woman, making the young woman look at him with contempt. Spencer was behind Hotch, just watching her, finding her face familiar.
"Unfortunately"She throws her body back and leans against the chair, bored.
"Do you know why you're here?" The older man looks at the files in front of her, waiting for the right moment to show them to the girl.
"It looks like I'm suspected of something." She looks at Hotch, staring at him.
"Do you recognize this couple?" He shows the photos of the crime scene, with the dead couple in one of the photos. Her reaction was not what the agents expected. In the profile, they said that when the killer saw the photos of the crime scene , she wouldn't have a negative reaction, and would just stare at the photos, without a sign of remorse, but Y/n, the moment she saw the photos, turned her face away, feeling her stomach turn and her lunch return to her throat. Place your hand over the photos and close the file.
"Look, am I going to get arrested?" She looks at Hotch, angry that he showed her those horrible photos.
"You can leave at any time. But first, we need a DNA sample." Hotch takes the folders off the table and places them on her lap.
"DNA? Don't you need a warrant for that?" She gets up and grabs the coat that was on the chair.
"Not if you let us collect it willingly and make everything easier." Hotch follows her with his eyes, watching her go to the door.
"Bad luck for you, I'm not the type to make things easy." He opens the door and leaves, without looking back, leaving Hotch and Reid alone in the room.
"Do you think she has something to do with murder?" Spencer finally speaks.
"Her reaction wasn't what we imagined. We need a mandate, we'll only know for sure when the results come out." Hotch gets up from his chair and leaves the room, going to provide the mandate.
A few hours later they were already at the door of Y/n's house, with the warrant in hand, ready to collect the DNA.
They knock on the door and the girl answers, looking disappointed by the agents at her door.
"Let me guess, they came to get my DNA?" The agents agree and she gives them space to enter.
"Mom, those agents are here!" She shouts towards the second floor of the house.
The agents deliver the warrant to the girl. A few minutes later, a woman, approaching 35 years old, appears. Spencer could recognize her from miles away. It was Melissa, her first love. The one who disappeared without telling him anything.
"Do you really think my daughter killed that couple? This has to be a joke." She sits next to her daughter and takes the warrant from her hand, reading it in a few seconds.
"I'm Agent Aaron Hotchner, and this is Dr. Spencer Reid." Hotch follows the manual, and introduces himself to the girl. When she hears Reid's name, her body tenses, and being a profiler, Spencer notices it. .
"A saliva sample and a strand of hair. Get it over with." The girl gets up and comes face to face with Hotch, who takes all the materials needed to do the collection. He takes the saliva sample and the hair, leaving the house then.
They take the sample to the laboratory. The next day, the result went directly to Garcia.
"Guys, I have some bad news, the DNA is not compatible. I'm sorry" Garcia says on the other end of the phone, the team sighs in disappointment, knowing that whoever killed the couple was still out there.
"Wait, here in the files it says that she is compatible with an agent." Garcia says and everyone looks at each other.
"What do you mean compatible with an agent? Is there any document saying she's adopted?" JJ says and gets closer to the phone.
"It doesn't say anything, I'll try to get into the file, just a minute." She stays silent and everyone in the room can hear the keyboard making noise. A minute later, Garcia sees the last thing she could imagine on her screen. one "Oh no" and the whole team is confused.
"Garcia, what did you think?"Emily asks, crossing her arms.
"I'll send it to you" is the only thing she responds. After that, the agents received a file over the phone, and what was written left everyone in shock.
"Spencer, is she... is she your... daughter?" Derek asks, staring blankly at the document. Spencer didn't know what to say or how to react. This had crossed his mind when he found out that Y/n's mother was Melissa, but he believed that if she was pregnant she would have told him.
"Reid, is that possible?" Hotch looks at him, who was motionless.
"I dated her mother during college, maybe it is." He didn't know if he wanted that to be true or a lie. He started thinking about everything, and remembered the date of birth he saw in Y/n's file. a few months after Melissa disappeared. He no longer had any doubts.
"Thanks Garcia, if you find out anything else let us know"JJ hangs up.
"So, she's no longer a suspect." Emily tries to change the atmosphere in the room, drawing everyone's attention to the case.
"Spencer, can I talk to you?" Hotch calls him and they leave the room.
"This is something very important, Spencer. Go figure it out, take the rest of the day off and talk to Melissa and Y/n, you have a lot to discuss" Spencer agrees. He grabs his things and goes to Melissa's house, knocking on the door.
She opens the door and says "I was waiting for you. I knew that after Y/n's exams came out you would come here. You can come in." She gives Spencer space to enter.
"You knew, and you didn't tell me anything."Spencer stops in front of her, in disbelief at everything that was happening.
"Would you like something to drink? Water, juice, beer." She goes to the kitchen followed by Spencer.
"You can sit"She points to some benches on the kitchen counter. She goes to the fridge and takes out 2 beers.
"I don't drink." Spencer says dryly.
"Then some water"She takes a bottle of water.
"Where is Y/n?" he takes a sip of water, calming down.
"He's at a friend's house, he won't be back until night, we have all the time in the world to catch up." She mocks the last part.
"Does she know? That I'm her father?" He says.
"She don't even suspect it."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He looks at her, remembering the past, the time when they were together.
"You were about to graduate and join the FBI, I knew that when that happened, she and I would be in the crosshairs of anyone who wanted revenge on you. I did it to protect my daughter."
"I would quit the FBI without thinking twice. I would graduate and look for a good job so I could take care of her. You should have told me, given me the chance to see my daughter grow up" At that moment, Spencer's eyes were about to look fills with tears, thinking about all the memories he missed in his daughter's life.
The silence in the kitchen was embarrassing. Neither of them knew what to say.
"I want to be part of her life from now on." Spencer breaks the silence.
"I don't know if she'll want to. Last night she spent the night talking about how idiots you and your colleague were." She laughs.
"I want to at least try, help me get her to support me." He looks at her, who avoids looking into her eyes.
"I can talk to her tonight, explain everything, and if she wants to see you, I'll call you." She says and finally looks the doctor in the eye.
"What is she like? Is she smart, kind?" He asks wanting to know more about her.
"She looks like you. She's smart, kind to people she likes, but she has my personality." She smiles remembering her daughter.
The rest of the afternoon was peaceful, they talked a little more about her the girl. When Spencer returns to the hotel, he waits for a response from Melissa, to find out whether or not Y/n wants to have contact with him. It doesn't take long until he receives a message from Melissa.
*Tomorrow, at 4 pm at the cafe in the center, she will meet you there*
He smiles reading the message, but feels nervous about having contact with the girl, now that he knows she is his daughter.
The other day, Spencer couldn't stop thinking about her date with Y/n, he thought about bringing something to please her, but he didn't know what she liked.
When it was time, Spencer went to the cafe, sitting at a table and waiting for Y/n. She arrived some time later, going directly to the table. Both, not knowing how to greet each other, just exchanged a "Hi".
"So, did your mother explain everything?" Spencer tries to calm the atmosphere. The girl only responds with a "Yes."
Spencer and Y/n knew that creating a father-daughter relationship would be a challenge, but they both liked being challenged.
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Ship: Soft Dom!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
cw: fluff,smut,kissing,spencer being to sleepy to understand,lots of love,cuddling,fingering,not proofread,grinding,penetration{piv},squirting, aftercare,subspace
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You had gone to sleep last night after having an argument with Spencer. And it didn't feel right to do that so when you're eyes slowly opened blinking away the sleep in them you decided you would talk with him and try to resolve the problem.
“Spencer”, you called out turning around to see he was still asleep, you shuffled closer to him holding him cheek between your arms the top part of your body on top of him.
He didn't move an inch so you said his name again “Spencer wake up Spencer we need to talk”, you said as you placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He shuffled in the bed arms instinctively wrapping around you.
“Hmm”, Spencer muttered “What is it love?”, he said pulling you even closer to his body.
“We didn't talk about our argument before we went to bed, that's not a good habit Spence you should know that”, you muttered out slightly flustered by how close you two are. “I'm sorry love, there's no need for us to talk about it I was wrong and I shouted at you.”, Spencer apologized for being rude last night.
You two had gotten into a fight when you got back from a case with the team Spencer had said that it was your fault that the unsub almost escaped. It wasn't.
“That's not how this works”.
“I said I'm sorry, I thought 'bout it last night after you went to sleep I was wrong I was just stressed because he almost got away and we spent so long trying to get him I'm really sorry, so please love can I just hold you for some time”.
You sighed giving up on try to talk so you just snuggled up into him concluding that he was to tired to understand seeing as he hadn't opened his eyes the entire time and his grip was loose. “You can hold me for as much time as you want darling”.
So you both just stayed like that for some time. When you looked to the end table on Spencer's side of the bed you saw that the digital clock read 4:21 am no wonder you both felt so tired it had barely been four hours since you got back.
You shifted so you we're now completely on top of him, his arms still loosely around you. He was awake you could tell by how his breathing was less steady than before. Leaning down so your face was mere inches away from Spencer's you softly pressed your lips onto his.
Just a light peck then you kissed both his eyes and said, “I love you”, Spencer's grip on you tightened just a little but it was enough for you to feel it. “I love you too”, he whispered back before pulling you closer and planting his lips back onto yours this time the kiss held more love and passion.
You kissed back ever so passionately your hands moving to play with his hair. He moaned softly as you tugged on his hair hands moving down your back coming to a stop at your ass, you slipped your tounge into his mouth exploring every part of his mouth it could reach, tounge skilled as ever as it battled with Spencer's for dominance his eventually winning.
His hands slipping into the hem of your shorts pulling them off your body, before slowly sliding up your legs to your inner thighs. Kneading the flesh of your thighs, fingers moving expertly to your pussy, “Gosh baby you're so fucking wet for me”, Spencer said as he pulled away from the kiss to speak his mouth immediately going to your neck.
You turned your head to give Spencer better access moaning as his fingers slid across your cunt from your slit to your clit gathering the wetness your body seemed to be endlessly producing before slipping his finger into your needy hole.
“Feels so good Spence”, you moaned and whimpered as his slender finger pumped in and out of your pussy. His thumb rubbed you clit in a circular motion adding to the pleasure his other fingers and mouth were giving you.
You grinded your hips down onto his finger letting out a moan of lust when he dipped another finger into your greedy hole. The movement of both your hips and Spencer's fingers drawing you closer to the familiar feeling of an orgasm.
You felt a coil in your stomach tighten your mouth fell open in an airy moan. The thrust of Spencer's fingers grew faster and deeper as he could tell you were close, “'M gonna cum Spencer”, you barely strung together the words of warning.
“Do it baby cum for me love”, that was your breaking point having gotten permission you came on Spencer's fingers staining his clothes and fingers with your cum. The movements of your hips came to a stop. Spencer helped you ride out your high with his fingers before slipping them out.
He brought his fingers to his mouth sucking on them his eyes on yours as he did so and you whimpered at the sight softly grinding your hips down on his briefs, letting out a moan at the feeling of his hard-on.
“Please Spencer 'want more.”, you begged still looking at him with hooded eyes your voice airy and filled with need, “More of what baby?”, he asked slipping his fingers out of his mouth.
“More of you baby please”, you said as you rolled your hips onto him again harder this time, Spencer let out a groan the feeling. Without answering he flipped you both over so he was on top his legs and hands at either side holding him up.
He brought one hand up pulling of your shirt in one swift move, the same hand comes to your breasts gripping right one softly kneading it thumb coming up to your nipples flicking it softly drawing a moan from your lips. His mouth coming down unto the your other breasts licking and sucking on it biting your nipple.
You brought a hand to his hair pulling it and pushing his head up, “Spencer please I need you to fuck me, stop teasing”, he chuckled softly before he got of you and took of his clothes before getting back on you.
He was hard so much so it looked painful you wondered how long it had been like that as you brought your hand to his thick cock spreading the precum at the tip down his length, it never ceased to amaze you how big he was.
Spencer let out a pornographic moan as your fingers pressed against his slit, bucking his hips out of habit, “How long have you been this hard Spence?”, you asked your curiousness getting the better of you. “Since you got on top of me”, he answered in-between his moans.
That was a while ago you thought as you look to the clock, 6:08 it read meaning Spencer had been hard for an hour and a half. Your hand came to a halt, as you move to align his cock with your hole. Spencer rubbed his cock across your clit before pushing into you.
You both let out loud moans at the feeling of him filling you up your pussy swallowing him as he gently thrust his hips pushing his cock into you further until he bottomed out in you his tip pressing against your cervic.
Spencer stayed still waiting for you to adjust to his full size, you tapped on his shoulder signaling that he could move after a few minutes, he pulled out till his tip was the only thing in you before thrusting back into you.
“Spencer”, you moaned his name loudly the neighbors would definitely be able to hear, he continued like that before he found a suitable pace and rhythm. You were a moaning whimpering mess barely able to keep your eyes open Spencer thrusted into you cock brushing against your gummy wall.
His thrust grew more purposeful as he tried to find that spot he knew would be it for you and when he did as his fat length brushed over that mess you screamed his name bucking your hips to match his pace in need of that sweet pleasure.
The way you moaned, whimpered and screamed his name barely being able to comprehend everything turned him on even more, now with every stroke and thrust of his length he hit that spot sending you into sweet oblivion. He loved how him and only him made you feel that good, loved how you make him feel so good.
He let out a deep groan when he felt you clench around him his hips stuttering due to how much tighter your cunt had just gotten, you were close really close, this was the fastest you had cum since your first time with him. That case took so long to be solved neither of you had the time to take care of eachother and now that you did it felt so good.
With how tight you had clenched Spencer was also not far from releasing his seed into you, “Fa...ster”, you managed to breathe out between your moan and ask and you shall receive as Spencer went somehow faster that he had been going before.
Before you could even warn him you were coming hard on his cock, he followed not long after as though he had been waiting so you could reach your high. It was only after you had milked Spencer of all his cum did you realize that you had squirted hard staining the sheets below you.
Spencer chuckled as he saw the look of surprise on your face and also because he knew you had never done that never squirted, he leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead before pulling out, you whined at the feeling of being empty and the cold that took over you as he got of your body.
“Baby are you with me?”, Spencer asked as he sat next to you pulling you unto his laps your legs splayed out on the bed, you just hummed having drifted into your little headspace of pleasure.
Spencer brought a hand to your back hooking the other under your knees lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom, placing you on the counter next to the sink. He turned on the faucet to fill up the bathtub turning to you he asked, “Bubbles no bubbles”, you just nodded your head not understanding what he said Spencer put bubbles anyway.
He went out to the bedroom changing the sheets quickly before returning to you Spencer wet a washcloth with warm water using it to clean the cum between your legs you moved forward to get friction when he wiped your hole but he used his forearm to pin you down.
Throwing the washcloth in the laundry basket Spencer carried you and placed you in the tub before turning of the faucet and getting in with you he sat behind you your back to his front as he held you there massaging your thighs.
You came around after he had helped you clean up and get dressed.
You cuddled close to Spencer as he got into the bed with you, slowly drifting to sleep you mummer, “I forgive you”.
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𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗔𝗨 ♥︎ 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗
˗ˋˏ ʚ♡ɞ ˎˊ˗ you’re new to the team and immediately shy about a returning Spencer Reid after his unfortunate stint in prison.
you meet Spencer Reid for the first time Spencer shows you the ropes Spencer comforts you when pressure is high Spencer takes care of concussed!you you aren’t cold and Spencer knows that you seek out a hug Spencer confesses and kisses you
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