#au: spencer blake

[themetaphorgirl]

i’m so glad you’re feeling better and the move went well!

i just read through the asks you answered and i’m curious about two things…

1- would love to hear the original deage concept for daob if you’re comfortable sharing, that sounds wild hahah

2- your comment on alex’s neurodiversity made me wonder if that’s something that’ll be explored at all in PSOLC? one of the reasons i love alex and spencer and their relationship is the way they connect on a neurodiversity level. spencer is very obviously autistic, but i think alex is overlooked a lot and is a great example of autism in women. i really loved the scene in canon where she expresses to spencer how much she likes that he communicates so directly with her and skips the fuss!

can’t wait for whumptober :)

1) I think I still have my initial story start somewhere either on tumblr or in my phone notes app- I might have to dig it up!! I didn’t get very far into it, I don’t remember how it turned into what is now but it’s definitely a lot better now than the original concept

2) okay so the funny thing is that when I started writing PSLOC in 2020 I was very confident that I was completely neurotypical. I even answered an ask about Spencer’s autism in the fic by saying that I wasn’t autistic myself but I would do my best to write him.

turns out I am, in my husband’s words, “autistic as hell.” (My therapist said it a lot more politely)

so yes!! short version is that I am going to end up working Alex being neurodivergent into PSLOC. Canon Alex is definitely autistic coded, and since PSLOC Alex has a lot of my traits…she is also autistic coded for sure. Looking back over how I’ve written her it’s definitely there, so actually delving into it will be really interesting!!

[hksdlgsyappage]

[Wherein spencer reid is tired from work and you cockwarm him]

Characters: Spencer reid x reader

C: Smut

Spencer Reid has been very tired and busy while he's at work at the BAU, often times doesn't come home due to the amount of work he has to do or the fact he is out of state with the team. When he does come home, he's pretty much put off of it, staring off to the ceiling and just sitting on the couch, but of course, he'll try to give some affection to you...

You sauntered into the dimly lit living room, your curvaceous figure barely contained by a thin, oversized hoodie - one of Spencer's many shirts she'd pilfered during his long absences. The fabric hung loosely on your shoulders, slipping tantalizingly low to reveal the creamy swell of her breasts. Your locks, tumbled in tousled waves around your face, a testament to the restless nights spent yearning for your beloved's touch.

As you approached the worn leather couch where Spencer sat hunched over a pile of case files, your eyes gleamed with mischief and unbridled lust.

Spencer's nose twitches slightly as he catches the faint scent of his own cologne mingling with your natural aroma. His dark eyes flick up to meet yours, exhaustion evident in their depths, yet a spark of hunger ignites as he drinks in the sight of you draped in his clothing.

"That's quite the tempting picture you paint, darling. Wearing my things, filling them with your essence..." His voice is a low, gravelly rumble." You have no idea how badly I wanted to come home to you tonight. To lose myself in your warmth, your softness..."

One hand leaves the file to trail along your thigh, fingertips digging in lightly as if to confirm you're real.

"But duty calls, much as I wish it didn't. These cases won't solve themselves."

You smirk as you walk over to him, sitting on his lap "Mhmm, you don't know how much I missed you leaning in closer" you lightly trace his chest through the fabric of his collared shirt "I missed your touch, your voice, your scent...mhmm especially your scent" you smell his scent from his neck lightly nipping on him making him roll his eyes and head back for more exposure

"I wore your hoodies while you're away and it just made me miss you more...to the point I'm touching myself every night and your hoodies are covered in my juices" you lean in leaving hot trail of kisses from his neck to his jaw.

"I especially miss your fat cock in me" you lightly move your hips on hip feeling Spencer hardening from under you. "How you fuck me senseless..how I missed you filling me with your cum"

You straddle Spencer's lap, the heat of your core pressing against his rapidly stiffening length through the thin fabric of his slacks. You winds your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the short hairs at his nape as she gazes at him through lowered lashes.

"Oh, Spence... I need you so badly. Every night without you feels like an eternity." You roll your hips slowly, deliberately, coating his clothed erection with your damp arousal. "Let me help you relax, baby. I promise I'll be quick and quiet... just a little stress relief for my hardworking man."

Leaning in, you traces the shell of his ear with your tongue before whispering sultrily, "I'll rock on this big, thick cock until you forget all about those boring reports. Fill me up nice and deep, make me yours again."

Spencer sighs, tilting his head to the side to give you more access to his neck. He moves his hands up your back, his palms gently running over your back "I have a lot of work to do angel, you know that"

he said in a shaky voice. You could tell how much he was holding himself back from you. He wanted you to keep going so he could let himself go too

He sets the papers aside with a frustrated sigh, his eyes darkening with desire as he looks at you. "Darling, you're playing with fire here. I'm trying to get this report done, but all I can think about is burying myself inside you."

"Finish work faster then," you say as you continue kissing his neck

he groans quietly, tilting his head to the side to give you even more access. He could feel himself getting harder with your kisses. He let out a shaky breath and spoke in a rough voice

His large hands grip your hips possessively, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin. "As much as I want to bend you over the arm of the couch and take you hard, I have to finish this first. It's important."

Leaning in, he nips at your earlobe before whispering huskily, "But after I'm done, I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you're screaming my name. I'll make up for every moment we've been apart."

"Or..." you smirk and pull him out and slide down on him as he attempts to get back to work, making sure he's watching your every move.

"I'll just sit on your lap then"

Spencer groans as he feels your warmth wrap around him. "Angel... you're making it difficult to concentrate" he grips onto your hips tighter

"Work, spence" you say as you sit comfortably on him feeling him in you twitching and itching for any kind of friction from your warmth

he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the work in front of him, taking occasional glances at you on his lap, he was struggling to concentrate, you were a constant distraction, but he tried to focus anyway

"I can't... I can't concentrate with you like that..youre being such a brat" he said in a shaky voice while trying to read his papers

You continue to sit still on Spencer's lap, feeling his hardness throb insistently against your heated center despite his words. A coy smile plays at the corners of your mouth as you notices his futile attempts to focus on the papers.

"Aww, am I distracting you, baby?" You purr, purposefully shifting your weight to grind down ever so slightly. "That's too bad... because I'm not planning on moving anytime soon."

Your nimble fingers play the buttons of his shirt, one by one. "You say I'm being a brat, but I think you secretly love it when I tease you like this. Gets your blood pumping, hmm?"

Spencer's breathing grows heavier as your teasing touches and provocative movements stoke the flames of his desire. He sets the papers aside with a resigned groan, his full attention now focused solely on the temptress in his lap.

"Fuck... you're impossible." His large hands slide up to cup her generous breasts, kneading the soft flesh through the thin fabric of the borrowed hoodie. "Fine, you win. I can't concentrate worth a damn with you sitting on my cock like this."

In one swift motion, he stands, lifting her easily as he turns to press her back against the wall. His hips pin her in place as he claims her mouth in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and pent-up passion. "I hope you're ready for what you started, Angel."

You moan into the heated kiss, your body melting against Spencer's larger frame. You hook a leg around his hip, using the leverage to grind yourself more firmly against the rigid outline of his erection. Your nails rake down his back as you arches into him, desperate for more contact.

"Mmm, yes Spence... I've been ready for you all day." You pant against his lips, your eyes glazed with lust. "I need you inside me, filling me up. Want to feel that big cock stretching me open...Take me right here against the wall, baby. Fuck me hard and fast, make me scream. I don't care if the whole neighborhood hears how good you make me feel!"

You throw your head back with a sharp cry of ecstasy as Spencer pounds into you, each powerful thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her core. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his skin as she clings to him desperately.

"Yes, yes, YES! Oh god Spence, just like that!" You wail, meeting him thrust for thrust. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by their escalating moans and grunts. "Harder baby, please! Ruin me with this big fucking cock!"

Your inner muscles begin to flutter and clench around him erratically as your peak approaches. You buries her face in the crook of his neck, panting harshly against his sweat-slicked skin.

Your entire body trembles with overwhelming pleasure as he drives into me relentlessly, each deep stroke hitting that perfect spot inside. You wrap my legs tighter around his waist, urging him even deeper.

"Ahhh fuck, you're so deep... splitting me open on this huge cock." I moan wantonly, my nails raking down his back as I hold on for dear life. The coil of tension in my core winds tighter and tighter with each passing second. "Don't stop, please don't ever stop! I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum!"

Throwing my head back, I let out a silent scream as my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clamps down rhythmically, milking his pistoning shaft as I ride out the intense waves of ecstasy.

As the aftershocks of your intense climax continue to course through my trembling form, I cling to him desperately, my face buried in the crook of his neck. You pepper his sweat-slicked skin with open-mouthed kisses and nips, tasting the saltiness of his exertion.

"Mmmm Spence... that was incredible," you purr breathlessly, your inner muscles still fluttering weakly around his still-hard length."But don't think we're done yet, mister. I want to feel you cum inside me... fill me up with your hot seed until it's leaking out of me."

Slowly, sensually, you start to roll my hips again, grinding myself along his thick shaft buried deep within my sopping cunt. My slick walls massage him from every angle, coaxing him closer to his own release.

As the last spurts of his release dribble into you, Spencer collapses forward, pinning you to the wall with his larger frame. He peppers your face and neck with soft kisses, interspersed with tender nips and licks as he comes down from his high.

"That was... fuck, that was amazing," he murmurs huskily, his voice rough with satisfaction. Slowly, reluctantly, he starts to soften inside you, but makes no move to pull out just yet. "Love feeling my cum sloshing around in this perfect little pussy... marking you from the inside out."

His hands roam your curves reverently, mapping out every dip and swell as he holds you close. "Mmmm... I could stay buried in you forever, my angel. Never want to slip out of this heavenly heat."

You remain nestled against the wall, savoring the delicious weight of Spencer's body pressing me there as our heart rates gradually slow. The warm, heavy feeling of his release settling deep inside me sends pleasant shivers through my nerves. I tilt my head to capture his lips in a languid, sensual kiss, pouring all my post-coital bliss into the intimate gesture.

"Mmmm... I love having you so deep, filling me up so perfectly," I murmur dreamily when we finally part for air. My inner muscles give a lazy, contented squeeze around his semi-hard length still nestled within my folds. "Stay just like this a while longer? I don't want to lose a single precious drop of you yet..."

After several long moments basking in the afterglow, Spencer finally pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, a lazy, satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch infinitely gentle despite the intensity of your coupling mere minutes before.

"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to kill me with pleasure," he teases, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "The way you take me so perfectly, like you were made for my cock... it's enough to bring a man to his knees."

He shifts his hips slightly, a reminder of his semi-hardness still nestled snugly inside your cum-filled channel. "What do you say we take this somewhere more comfortable, hmm?"

[toasttt11]

nicolette reid

Nicolette Walker Reid

height: 5”11

born: october 12, 1981

lives in: quantico, virginia

born in: las vegas, nevada

education: three PhD’s in chemistry, engineering, sociology and two BAs in mathematics and psychology

previous school: CalTech

IQ: 187

current occupation: fbi agent for the bau unit

nicknames: nick, nicky, cole, nico, letty

personality: closed off, very sarcastic and seems cold to most people, can be very sassy most of the time, very intimidating and tends to never show any weakness

hobbies: drawing and painting, taking fighting classes, playing the piano and reading

likes: being at the beach, chocolate covered pretzels, learning how to use new weapons, anything leather

dislikes: sweet coffee, annoying people or overly talkative, her father, not wearing a leather jacket, heeled shoes

weaknesses: protectiveness of the ones she loves, can be too closed off at times, worries more about others than herself

parents: diana and william reid

siblings: spencer reid (younger twin brother.)

godchildren: jack hotchner

inspiration for this from @wintfleur so thank you my love for letting me do this! :)

[marril96]

The stalker sends the BAU a video of Alison. Emotions run high.

[ocdumpster]

Was working out heights

[g4rvez-r3id]

When You’re Lost in the Darkness, Look for the Light

Ex! Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU Reader

Synopsis: Your ex, Spencer Reid, has just lost his girlfriend due to her being murdered. When all else fails with the BAU team helping him get through this loss, the only person left to help is you.

Category: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: established past relationship, maeve arc, takes place after 8x12 “Zugzwang”, mentions of death and suicide, technically an AU for 8x13 “Magnum Opus”, spencer is obviously still mourning maeve, mentions of lauren storyline, mentions of breakups, reader was in a past relationship before spencer, kinda sad, hopeful ending(?) let me know if i missed anything! <3

Author’s Note: i feel like this was a bit rushed, especially towards the end butttt i might make a part two to this- just let me know if i should :)

It’d been a few weeks since what happened. Spencer witnessing his girlfriend being murdered right in front of him by her stalker. You knew that he was taking it hard, of course, who wouldn’t after seeing something like that?

The team had been frequently visiting him. Garcia had stopped by with her ninth gift basket on his doorstep, since he never answered. JJ had offered to bring the boys over to cheer him up but Spencer would never answer. Even Hotch, and Morgan tried to get him to get a breather outside of his apartment but of course, Spencer never answered. Blake and Rossi knew that he needed his space, knowing that a loss like this wasn’t easy.

Everyone on the team had tried, everyone except you. And honestly, why would you? Your breakup with Reid was enough reason not to go and see him.

You two had broken up when he’d found out you’d known about Emily taking her death. (You weren’t even supposed to know about it, you had just stumbled across Hotch and JJ having the conversation after you’d found out that your best friend was dead.) After she’d come back when they had a lead on Ian Doyle’s son, Spencer had later confronted you and told you he couldn’t forgive you for knowing for ten months and not telling him about it.

You expressed just how much it pained you not to tell him but that she couldn’t risk telling him. He had to understand that. Frankly, he didn’t.

And it seemed that he still hadn’t forgiven you since then.

It’d been over a year since you last had a full conversation with him since then, only opting for small talk or only talking when it was relevant to whatever case they were on.

And then you found out about Maeve. There were whispers around the office, Spencer was smiling more in the office, he was secretive and not to mention the case with the payphone that you and Blake took him to after needing answers regarding a case. You and Blake badgered him, wanting answers as to why he was being so secretive.

And then his words confirmed it for you — “Because I don’t want them to know about her, okay?”

And so, he had a girlfriend. And you were perfectly okay with that. Of course, it hurt that he’d moved on but someone had to, eventually, right?

Since then, you had avoided him any chance you had. If you two were alone in the kitchenette, you were the one who left first. If there was a spot on the jet open next to Spencer, you’d offer it to someone else quietly. You figured pushing him away — even professionally — was the best thing you could do for your own mental health.

But then Spencer’s girlfriend had gone missing. And you weren’t exactly forced to work a case but it sure felt like it when Hotch said that you guys would be working on your free time. You had half the mind to walk out of the bullpen right then and there. But then you looked at Spencer. Spencer, who looked like a kicked puppy dog with his sad eyes, messy hair and anxious stance and pleading, begging the team to help find her. And you knew that he’d always be your weakness, no matter what. And you’d like to think that maybe he’d do the same for you if the roles were reversed.

It’d taken a few to discover that Maeve’s stalker was Diane Turner, a research assistant at Mendel University where Maeve used to work. Diane applied and was rejected for a PhD after submitting a doctoral thesis about spontaneous cellular death in suicide patients, due to said thesis being biased as it contained references to her own parents, who’d committed suicide. She targeted Maeve, believing she was the one responsible for rejecting her PhD.

You remembered the minute you heard gunshots in the building, heart dropping at the possibility that it may have been Spencer who was shot at, since he offered to trade himself for Maeve. And thought it was better if the team were to wait outside of the building.

You remembered trying to talk him off the ledge but he simply ignored you and went into the building anyway without a vest.

You remembered Spencer trying to talk Diane down as she held a gun to Maeve’s head and growing anxious at the fact that Diane was getting more and more angry.

You remembered what Maeve spoke to him — her last words — “Thomas Merton, he’s the one you can never take away from us.” The proof of how much she loved him.

You remembered Diane pulling the trigger on herself and Maeve and Spencer’s painful pleading as both Diane and Maeve landed on the ground in a puddle of their own blood.

And you hated it but you remembered Spencer falling to his knees, sobbing over Maeve’s body. You could hardly believe it, even when it happened right in front of you. You’d fallen beside him, hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him the best way possible. And he grabbed your hand. Granted, he probably didn’t know or didn’t care enough to know who it was in that moment, but he took your hand anyways.

And since then, not a word from Spencer. And it was starting to worry the rest of the team.

But when you arrived in the office a few weeks after, staring at Spencer’s empty desk, JJ had spoken up and said — “Everyone else has tried but you. And I think you’re the person he needs right now.”

You’d responded, telling her that you’re probably the last person he wants to see right now in his time of mourning. But JJ had encouraged you. You’d known him in ways the team didn’t. Hell, you dated him. And you also knew what it was like to lose someone you loved.

A few years before you dated Spencer, you had had a boyfriend. You were dating him for three years until he lost his life in a car accident. You were heartbroken from the lost and you didn’t go to work for over a month after. The only person that gotten you through that had been Spencer. He always had a way with words and you remembered him being there for you the entire time you dealt with it. A couple of years later, you and him finally began to date.

And now here you were, standing outside of his apartment, wondering how the hell you got yourself in this mess. You’d told Hotch that you needed to take care of something and that you wouldn’t be joining them on this upcoming case. It was true and it wasn’t like you to just call out of work unless it was an emergency. It technically wasn’t a lie, Spencer was your emergency. And you knew that Hotch would understand.

You’d hesitantly knocked, so quietly. “Spencer? It’s me,” You’d spoken up, your voice hoarse. “I, uh, I know I’m the last person you probably want to talk to right now… but… I’m here. If you need anything, I’m right here.” You assured.

To make your point, you moved two of the gift baskets away from the door so you can plop right down on the floor to sit against the door. “And I’m not going anywhere.” You rested the back of your head against the door. “And we don’t have to talk. We can wait however long you need to. I’ll be here.”

“But, please, give me something so I know that you’re alive in there.” You asked and quietly pleaded, “Please.”

You’d waited thirty seconds before you lost hope entirely and then three soft knocks came from the other side of the door and you smiled to yourself in relief that at least he was conscious.

And soon the minutes turned into hours, with you resting your head against that door and shifting a couple of times to get comfortable. Spencer still hadn’t budged since he’d knocked on the door. You’d taken the opportunity to help yourself to one of Garcia’s gift baskets since Reid hadn’t seemed to claim them. You’d opted for one of the fresher baskets since the others had probably been sitting for about a few weeks now. There was a basket with the mini chocolate chip muffins that you snacked on while sitting there.

And after hours and hours of still waiting there with no peep from Spencer, your eyes began to flutter closed at how sleepy you were getting. Sleeping outside of Spencer’s apartment wasn’t the best place for your back or your neck but you had slept in worse places.

You’d probably succumbed to sleep at least a few hours later until you had a rude awakening involving Spencer finally opening his door.

You hit your head right on the floor, which had woke you up. “Ow.” You muttered and looked up, seeing Spencer’s ghostly figure standing above you. You could’ve sworn you were dreaming. “Spencer?”

“You’re still here?” He asked, confusion in his voice. You finally stood up from the floor and nodded at him to answer as he began to walk away from the door and went back to the couch.

It was then that you got a look at his apartment. There were books on the floor everywhere. If you knew better, you’d say Spencer may have thrown them out of anger, pain. Old takeout boxes on the kitchen counter and living room table. It smelt like death — (but it actually might’ve been Spencer). You had to squint to look around since it’d been so dark. “Oh, Spencer…” You mumbled and turned to him on the couch. He was in a fetal position on the cushions, his hair falling in front of his face with an evident frown engraved on his face. He looked like a fragile child and it ached your heart to see him like that.

You found yourself kneeling in front of him and brushed the hair away from his face — like it was second nature to you. Like you’ve done it before. And you have.

You looked around, wondering what you should do, what you can do. And you finally find something small to start with. “When was the last time you slept in your own bed?” You asked and Spencer didn’t answer. You expected that.

You stood up from kneeling in front of Spencer and walked to his room, grabbing a few clothes — a plain t-shirt, a pair of underwear, plaid pajama pants and a pair of mismatched socks. You then went into the hall closet to pull out a towel and a washcloth for him and walked towards the bathroom to start running the water. He always liked it not too hot or not too cold but just warm enough.

You walked into the living room and found Spencer sitting up on the couch. “Why don’t you hop in the shower? I’ve got it running the way you like it.” It took a few seconds but Spencer nodded at you and began to trudge to the bathroom. He’d left the door a crack and you wondered why he did. But then it occurred to you that maybe he didn’t want to feel quite alone for a minute and you were right there if he needed anything. And he knew you had a guilty conscience, knowing that if he had closed the door and he’d done something to himself, you’d never forgive yourself. And you wouldn’t want him trapping himself in the bathroom either.

As Spencer went into the shower, you’d taken care of the rest of the apartment. You started with opening the blinds to bring some sort of light in and then with the kitchen counter, clearing out all of the old takeout boxes and washing dishes and wiping down the table and putting the books back on the shelves. All except for one. The Narrative of John Smith, it’d been the one book that he was clutching onto the entire time she’d been here until you told him to get into the shower. You knew he needed to put that one away on his own terms.

You fixed the couch up, laying the throw blanket neatly over the couch and then walked to his room, setting up his own bed. Wanting for him to be as comfortable as possible.

When he finally exited the bathroom, you didn’t hear him. You hadn’t heard his footsteps as he looked around the living room, seeing how you tidied up the place while he was in the shower. He almost thought you left, until he heard your humming from the other room. You were singing to yourself, a habit you picked up often doing casual things like laundry or spring cleaning. He missed the nonchalance of your presence and as he walked towards the door and found you making his bed, he missed it even more. Missed you even more.

You finally noticed that you weren’t alone, looking up to see him in the doorway and you smiled towards him. “Oh, hi.” You said and he walked into the room, looking down at his newly made bed. “Are you feeling better?”

He didn’t answer verbally, just shrugged.

You didn’t know what to say to that. Instead, you look down at his perfectly made bed and say, “Why don’t you get some rest?”

Spencer nods at you weakly and gets under the covers. You almost want to tuck him in, like he’s a child, but you refrain from doing so. You look down at him and felt like you’ve done everything you could for him. Made sure he showered, tidied his apartment. Surely he’s sick of you being here now.

You ease the awkward tension, sucking in a breath and patting your knees. “Well… I’m just… gonna… see myself out. Get all of the rest you can, Spencer. No rush to come back, just take your time.” You assure finally and silently plead him to ask you to stay longer. Because you don’t exactly feel accomplished at the fact that you haven’t done anything except ask him to take a shower and clean his apartment. It didn’t really feel like a win. Instead, you felt more heartbroken for Spencer.

And somehow, by some miracle, you felt him grab your hand and you turned to face him and his gleaming eyes. “Can you…” The words trailed off from his lips as he stares into your eyes. “Can you stay?” You look at him, with wide eyes. It was like he read your mind. “Please?”

You look at him and try to maintain your composure as much as you can. Because this is the first time he’s asked you to stay the night since you two were together. “Yeah, of course, Spencer.”

He moves towards the other side of the bed to make room for you and you’re shocked by the gesture. You hadn’t shared a bed with him since you were together, either. You sit up against the headboard and he gravitates towards your thigh, resting his head on it and closes his eyes and your hand finds his hair, running a hand through it and trying to maintain his curls at the back of his neck.

Then, you remember. You look towards the drawer next to the bed on your side and wonder. You open the drawer and sure enough, there it was. The brown comb you left behind. You often used it to brush his hair, especially when it was shaggy down his shoulders and he’d often rest his head on your thigh like he was doing now and you’d run your hand through his locks until you’d finally bought a comb. It surprised you that he still kept it. You would’ve thought it ended up in his ‘Y/n box’ like how everything of his ended up in your ‘Spencer box’.

And like second nature, you began to brush his damp locks with the comb, trying your best to angle your arm to not interrupt his rest. You softly smiled at the scene, his eyes closed and nose scrunching every few minutes or so.

You’d suspected that maybe he’d fallen asleep to you combing his hair because his breathing evened and he was quiet with his eyes still remaining closed. But you still found yourself still combing through his hair despite getting the tangles all out.

“I miss her,” He admitted and for a moment, you stopped your movements, not only because his words shocked you but also because you thought he was asleep. “I miss Maeve.” He added and you notice as his lip quivers at his own mention of his dead girlfriend and you do everything in your power to keep your lip from doing the same.

“I know.” You say, your voice so soft and nurturing as you continued to comb through his hair.

Spencer doesn’t say anything else but you were glad he’d spoken out just what he was feeling in that moment. You lean against the headboard, wishing to say more but what Spencer really needed right now was someone in his corner, not someone who wanted to give their own opinion about the situation or relate to him — just someone to listen to him.

You continue brushing until you finally decide that his hair is silky smooth and place the comb on the table next to you and look down at his resting face and instead of the frown you’d seen earlier, you finally see some sort of look of peace. Of course, the sadness is still etched on him from a mile away. But you glad to grant him some form of peace in a time where he’s most desperate of it.

You begin to run your hand through his hair, massaging his scalp like you often used to do when you were together. And for a moment, it’s like you two are dating again and it’s like it’s casual, like you’ve done this before — which you have. But it’s been so long, you never thought you’d be in this position again.

Eventually, he falls asleep on your thigh and his soft breathing is more even than it was before and his mouth is slightly parted as he sleeps. And you don’t care about the crick you’re going to get in your neck from this headboard, you don’t care that your leg is dead and that your pant leg is slightly damp from his wet hair. What matters more than anything right now is him getting the rest he deserves.

And what mattered more than anything and your goal was that Spencer was going to fight through this gaping hole of darkness and find his light eventually. And somewhere deep down inside of you, though you’d never admit it out loud — you hoped that that light was you.

[themetaphorgirl]

Steph is RIGHT and this IS a PSOLC scenario.

There’s definitely a spoiler for a major PSOLC plotline that’s coming up later in the fic, so if you don’t want spoilers you’re not missing anything by skipping this drabble, it’s just cute and silly. just feral unsupervised Patron Saint babies.

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“Emily started it!” Spencer shrieked from his perch on the kitchen counter. 

Emily brandished a spatula at him. “I did not, you little gremlin!” she said.

“She said Dave isn’t the best cook in the group, he only ever makes pasta and even Derek can make pasta!” he said.

“Tattletale!” Emily hollered, lunging for him.

Derek caught her around the waist before she could reach him. “What’s she saying?” he said.

“I don’t know, I don’t speak French,” JJ said.

“No, no, Spencer was speaking French, Emily is speaking Italian,” Alex said. “Slow down. Please pick a language!”

Emily kicked her heels at Derek’s shins; he yelped and dropped her. “Ow, fuck you, Morgan!” she said. “Rossi started it! He was making fun of Spencer’s hair.”

“And it hurt your feelings because you’re the one who cuts Spencer’s hair?” Alex said.

“Yeah!”

Spencer stuck out his lower lip. “What’s wrong with my hair?” he asked. 

Dave rolled his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. “Emily is bullshitting you, Spencer started it,” he said. “He was looking at me funny.”

“I was just wondering why you were salting the pasta water, scientists can’t agree if it actually helps it cook better!” Spencer protested.

“It does!” Dave roared, shaking both fists above his head.

“And then you made fun of his hair?”

“I didn’t make fun of his hair!”

“Alexandra, help, what am I missing?” James said. “What…what languages are happening right now?”

“I can speak a little Spanish if that helps!” Penelope chirped.

Alex pressed her fingertips to her temples. “That…that isn’t exactly helpful right now, my darling,” she said. “Can we all at least stop screaming?”

“No!” Emily screamed.

Alex sighed heavily and looked over at Aaron, who calmly texting Haley on his phone. “Are you going to help out with any of this?” she asked. He didn’t acknowledge her. She tapped his arm, and he gestured at his ears. “Did you turn your hearing aids off?”

“Sure did.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Listen, I only made fun of Rossi’s cooking because he made fun of Spencer’s hair!” Emily said. “Rossi took it too far!”

“What’s wrong with my hair?” Spencer demanded.

“What language is this now, Klingon?” Penelope asked.

“Russian, I think,” JJ said.

“Sounds like Klingon.”

“Wait, is Prentiss blaming me?” Dave said. “It’s her fault!” Emily shrieked like a pterodactyl and stomped out of the kitchen.

“I’m so lost,” James said. “I’m missing everything.”

“So is Hotch, but clearly he doesn’t care,” Derek said. 

“No, he just can’t hear anything,” JJ said.

Alex tapped Aaron’s arm. “Hey, can you step in and help me with this?” she signed.

“Absolutely not,” he signed back. “I’m sure it’s only going to get worse.”

Emily ran back into the kitchen with a couch cushion and whapped Dave across the face with it, making him pinball off the kitchen island with a cartoonish yelp. “Jesus Christ, Prentiss!” Derek said. 

“Don’t tell me what to do!” she said, pointing at him dramatically.

“I don’t speak Italian!”

“Aaron, please, give me a hand,” Alex signed. He looked her dead in the eyes, removed his hearing aids, and placed them in her hands. “What the hell, Hotchner.”

“She’s trying to kill me!” Dave gasped, trying to pull himself off the floor.

“Wait, are we having a pillow fight?” Penelope said. “Man, I could have brought so much ammunition if you had just given me prior notice.”

Emily threw the couch cushion back on Dave and sat on it. “Tell them I didn’t start it!” she demanded as he hollered in protest. 

“What the hell is going on?” James said.

“I need to learn more languages,” JJ mused.

“I don’t think I can get down from here!” Spencer said from his perch on top of the kitchen cabinets.

Alex stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled. Everyone but Aaron froze and stared at her.

“Enough!” she shouted. She took a deep breath. “Since I am the Venn diagram of languages around here…Emily, stop sitting on David, you’re going to suffocate him.”

“Make me,” Emily said. Alex looked at Derek and nodded towards Emily; he immediately hoisted her up as she protested. Dave pushed the couch cushion off of him and struggled to sit up. “My whole life flashed before my eyes,” he gasped.

“David, stop being a dick,” Alex said. “Spencer wasn’t looking at you funny, Emily is right and you only know how to cook pasta, and don’t make fun of Spencer’s hair, he’s sensitive.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Nothing, you’re adorable.”

“And Emily does a good job cutting it,” Emily grumbled under her breath.

“And Emily does a good job cutting it,” Alex said. “Now can you guys just stop for like ten minutes? We’ll just order pizza or something instead of Dave cooking again.”

“Also can someone get me down please?” Spencer said.

Alex turned to Aaron. “Can you-” she started to say. He was still busily typing. She turned to James. “Jamie, can you get the baby down please?”

His eyes were wide. “Alexandra, my sweet angel, love of my life, you’ve just rotated through six languages in the past thirty seconds and I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me,” he said desperately. 

Alex opened her mouth to try to explain, but her half a dozen languages tangled up in her brain. “I think she’s getting an error message,” Penelope said. 

Alex pointed at Spencer. “Oh! Oh, get him down,” James said. “I’m on it, I’ve got him.”

imagining reid, prentiss, and rossi all getting drunk at a team dinner and screaming at each other in italian and then prentiss and reid shit talking rossi in french or russian or something and rossi yelling even louder in italian while the rest of the team is attempting to piece together what started this in the first place, quietly sipping on their wine and enjoying the dinner theatre

(reid tells jj and morgan that emily started it by joking about rossi's cooking, emily tells hotch that rossi started it by making fun of reid's hair, and rossi tells garcia that reid started it because "he looked at me funny." emily will later attest to only making a joke about rossi's cooking after he joked about reid's hair because "gotta have a brotha's back," immediately taking this statement back when she finds out he said she started it and later smothers him with a couch cushion for having the audacity to lie. it takes morgan and hotch to get her to back down and she is forced to sit on the floor the rest of the evening)

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Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Day 1- Temperature Play: Toy Otto x Fem!reader Day 2- Voyeurism: Lou Chan x Male!reader Day 3- Public Sex: Barry Allen X Fem!reader Day 4- Sensory Deprivation: Negan x Fem!reader Day 5- Bondage: Derek Morgan x Fem!reader Day 6- Anonymous Sex: Jamie Hunter x Fem!reader Day 7- Bruising/Biting: John Murphy!Vampire AU x Fem!reader Day 8- Flogging: Oliver Queen x Fem!reader Day 9- Food Play: Fred and George Weasley x Fem!reader Day 10- Overstimulation: Sub!Ambrose Spellman x Dom!Fem!reader Day 11- Knife Play: F.P. Jones x Fem!reader Day 12- Breath Play: Savitar x Fem!reader Day 13- Role Play: Callie Adams-Foster x Male!reader Day 14- Gangbang: Draco Malfoy x Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott x Fem!reader Day 15-Teasing: Althea Szewczyk-Przygocki x Fem!reader Day 16- Cock Worshiping: Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader Day 17- Squirting: Bellamy Blake x Fem!reader Day 18- Foot Fetish: Archie Andrews x Fem!reader Day 19- Fisting: Caliban x Fem!reader Day 20- Cunnilingus: Brandon Foster x Fem!reader Day 21- Shower Sex: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader Day 22- Thigh Riding: Tommy Merlyn x Fem!reader Day 23- Breeding: Malachai x Fem!reader Day 24- Somnophilia: Roy Harper x Fem!reader Day 25- Pussy Slapping: Leonard Snart x Fem!Allen!reader Day 26- Pegging: Jesus Adams-Foster x Fem!reader Day 27- Angry Sex: Rosita Espinosa x Male!reader Day 28- Phone Sex: Luke Alvez x Fem!reader Day 29- Uniforms: Octavia Blake x Male!reader Day 30- Sex Pollen: Harvey Kinkle x Fem!reader Day 31- Cock Warming: Severus Snape x Fem!reader

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Updated: 7/10/24

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My bots

Bellamy Blake - You’re Kane’s daughter

Jackson Rippner - his captive pet

Jonathan Crane - intelligent, intimidating, obsessive (Exposure Therapy au)

Jonathan Crane - Your boyfriend meets your cat for the first time.

Raymond Leon - protective, strict, intimidating

Robert Fischer - frat boy (Party Favor)

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Jonathan Crane - he takes pleasure in your fear

Jonathan Crane @pinguwrites - Jonathan is a judge and you are his wife

Thomas Shelby @pinguwrites - You’re Thomas Shelby’s princess, his pet

Thomas Shelby @calmingmelody96 - You are taken by your fathers biggest enemy

Spencer Reid - intelligent, socially awkward, slightly obsessive

Loki - You've been captured by Loki's forces. You refuse to talk and now Loki himself has come to interrogate you.

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Bellamy Blake - You’re Kane’s daughter

Emmett - deadbeat dad (based off a c.ai bot which is why I didn’t change it but tbh I always have it just be my bio kid and not just Emmett’s lol) Original c.ai bot

*Emmett - deadbeat dad stepdaughter version (pretty much the same as the other bot)

Emmett - kidnapped

Emmett - stepdad (Ultimatum)

*Emmett - predator

Jackson - his captive pet

Neil - stepbro

Raymond - stepdad (Daddy’s Little Girl)

*Robert F. - frat boy (Party Favor)

Spencer Reid - intelligent, socially awkward, slightly obsessive (original c.ai bot by Ghostella)

Tommy - kidnapped by your father

Tommy - anal only (husband)

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Cillian Murphy - Cillian Murphy is your dad’s best friend

Jonathan Crane - Jonathan Crane is your older brother

Thomas Shelby - You’re Thomas Shelby’s younger sister

Thomas Shelby - You’re Thomas Shelby’s princess, his pet

Tom Buckley - You’re his new TA

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Cillian Murphy - Dad’s best friend

Jonathan Crane - The master of fear!

Wade Wilson - your roommate, the one and only deadpool.

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Hi! I have a few ideas for Spencer Reid x Reader romantic fics that you could use if you would like. I was thinking about a Hogwarts au with BAU as friends at Wizarding school or where they are adults and work at Ministry as Aurors (analyzing behaviour of dark magic users?).

Or a Star Trek au and them being a team at the ship or a storyline with Spencer being Vulcan and experiencing Pon Farr (Vulcan mating ritual).

Thank you in advance!

First of all, I really LOVED this request. I belong to both fandoms but I write a little better for Harry Potter. I thought about placing them in the school because I wanted to give it a more cheerful tone, but if you're interested I could write about the second suggestion later (where they work in the ministry of magic).

The houses where the characters are assigned are courtesy of this publication and the reader does not have a defined house, so you can imagine it in yours. I hope you enjoy! 🤍

wc: 3.2k

Visits to Hogsmeade have always been the best part of winter, partly because of all the delicious hot drinks you can have and partly because of being able to spend time with all your friends.

Before entering Hogwarts you could not consider yourself a very sociable person, however, as time went by there were certain people who managed to welcome you until you were a group solid enough to win the admiration of students and teachers. After all, seeing so many youths from different houses getting along was not a common thing.

Right now you were walking with Emily and JJ, two exceptional Slytherin girls who, breaking all kinds of stereotypes, were quite sweet. You were going to meet Elle, Penelope and Kate, from Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor respectively, at The Three Broomsticks to drink something delicious and catch up on many things that you couldn't discuss during the break.

“Do you think Professor Gideon will give us an extension for the lessons we have to deliver tomorrow?”

“Gideon? No way! I could understand it from Professor Rossi, but he…”

“Do we have homework from Professor Rossi?” Em asked absently and you two laughed at the same time.

“Good morning, girls.”

“Morning, Professor Blake,” you sang in unison, after seeing the woman crossing the street accompanied by Professor McGonagall.

The Three Broomsticks was packed with people moving around, laughing, and sharing drinks. You managed to distinguish, from the higher grades, some prefects gathered at a table and two of them greeted you with a smile: Lewis from Ravenclaw and Hotchner from Hufflepuff. You had seen them a couple of times due to sneaky night visits with your friends, but nothing went beyond that.

You walked a little further and finally caught a glimpse of the table with your friends. They weren’t alone, because in the same place there were four boys that you were very used to: your friend Luke and the charming Derek Morgan from the lion house, the kind Matt who was chatting with his housemate, Penny, and sitting in silence was that sweet boy who made your heart race...

“Hey!” Derek was the first to greet them and everyone started squeezing themselves against the old couches so that the three of you had room.

Emily purposely pushed you first to take the place next to Spencer and when your shoulders collided with his, you saw him smile sheepishly.

“How nice to see you. I didn't know you'd be here."

“Neither do I,” he smiled at you. “Morgan brought me here, he told me we would probably find you.”

You had met the boy through your potions classes, when the two of you had to sit together due to lack of space at another table. Even so, the incident hadn’t gone completely bad because you discovered that he was a great boy, it was just that his shyness prevented him from actively participating in everything related to the social aspect.

When you discovered that Derek was a mutual friend, he didn't hesitate to start inviting the brunette to watch his Quidditch practice and sometimes you kept him company so he wouldn't feel bored. You discovered that what you had in common was a fascination with the dark arts and criminals, a passion that would later unite your entire group, and over the years your friendship consolidated into what you saw now. But as time went by you grew up and by this point Spencer was already too handsome and gentlemanly to ignore. Spending so much time with him inevitably gave you a small crush on the smartest guy in the entire room.

During visits to Hogsmeade it was common to see Spencer in bookstores or quieter places, so you were happy that they had taken him out of his routine so that he ended up with his leg stuck to yours, with barely any room to move.

Once you were there, the entire table became a tide of murmurs and laughter in which you participated from time to time, especially when you had to corroborate one of your housemates' anecdotes.

“Do you want me to order you something to drink?” Spencer asked cordially, as a waiter came over to ask if you guys wanted to order anything else.

You had never discovered if the Ravenclaw next to you reciprocated your feelings, but actions like that caused you a certain illusion that you didn't want to pay too much attention to.

“Huh, Butterbeer?” You responded with a smile and he took care of passing the message to the clerk, making sure to also slip a couple of galleons into his hand to pay “So the tutoring went well, right?” you tried to joke.

Your friend had found a prosperous activity by offering tutoring for those who needed it and although he only accepted donations, many rich children preferred to pay an excellent salary to have a private teacher's class 24 hours a day, which assured them a good grade. He was always willing to help anyone at the table at no cost and he was undoubtedly the head of his house's favorite, but everyone pretended not to notice it.

“I could say yes”

“But I'll only let you buy me one,” you threatened while he smiled and shook his head, possibly planning to buy you everything you asked for despite your complaints.

“Have you heard what happened in the prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor?” you all heard Elle say, who always got the best gossip from who knows where.

When the entire group leaned in to listen better, your cheek was almost touching Spencer's and in that position it was not the best idea to turn to look at him, because when he did the same your lips were about to touch and by instinct you moved away to avoid it, cheeks flushing in response.

Even though everyone was paying attention to Elle's story, you could feel Spencer shift slightly uncomfortably in his spot and you hoped it wasn't your fault.

“But hey, the really important question here is…” Kate began, taking a long gulp of her hot chocolate just for dramatic effect “Do you guys have a date for the Yule ball yet?”

The yule ball, you had almost forgotten about that. You had received a few proposals, but you hadn't responded to any of them yet and a part of you was hoping that with this Spencer would have the courage to invite you, because you didn't want to go with anyone else but him.

Emily was the first to tell her plans to invite none other than Prefect Aaron and you all burst into mocking boos at your friend's brazen plan. JJ would go with another Hufflepuff boy named Will, Penelope would go with Morgan like the best friends they were, while the rest had partners that you didn't know yet but that they would make sure to introduce you to.

When everyone talked about their plans they looked in the direction of Spencer and you, as if they wanted to hear your plans too.

“I have received some proposals, but I still don't know who I should say yes to”

“I'm not going”

Hearing Spencer say that made your heart drop and although you tried to maintain your composure your friends couldn't help but notice the disappointed expression that you tried to hide by drinking your Butterbeer.

Why didn't Spencer want to go to the ball? You had already imagined him wearing a nice gala suit with those well-combed golden locks and a corsage the color of your dress, but your hopes seemed destined to die there.

“Come on, Reid! "Everyone's going," Luke murmured, but the man just put on a tight-lipped smile and looked away.

You didn't even want to look at him or you knew your eyes would give you away, so you tried to focus on something else.

Seeing that he wouldn't offer any more reasons, the talk continued and when your beer was finished you felt Spencer lean a little closer to you, until his lips were at the height of your ear. Out of inertia you tilted your head a little to get into a position that involved the closest possible approach.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asked softly, sending a shiver through your entire body.

You wanted to lean closer until you melted into him and, with any luck, the movement would force him to kiss you on the cheek.

“I would love to,” you managed to respond when you finally shook off those fantasies and he smiled next to you while he got up from his place.

"Where are you going?"

“Outside, for a walk,” you informed. The same mischievous smile crossed Elle and Derek's faces.

"Oh, sure. Have fun walking, lovebirds,” she murmured while the man simulated exaggerated kissing sounds.

"You guys are idiots"

You grabbed your jacket while you heard everyone laughing and even with that sound in the background you started walking with your friend towards the exit, trying not to pay attention to the romantic advances they were making.

As soon as you got out of there you noticed the severe change in weather and rubbed your hands against each other while blowing air on them in hopes of keeping some heat. The white snow covered the entire town and it was quite a beautiful sight.

“Peace and tranquility,” your friend sighed, after taking a deep breath, and you laughed.

“Were you that suffocated in there?”

“I don't like it when everyone talks at the same time. Too much noise"

You knew that Spencer was a little different from the others and sometimes he could feel uncomfortable with social situations, but most of the time when he wanted to get out of there he asked you to accompany him. Was that some kind of sign or were you just misunderstanding things?

“Have you bought anything at Honeydukes yet?” you asked to open the conversation.

You didn't know whether to put your hands in your pockets or keep them crossed to protect yourself a little from the cold air, so you just kept rubbing them together.

"Yes a while ago. Buy acid pops, frogs, and jelly slugs”

“We buy Bertie Bott’s every flavor beans”

“Since the time I tried one that tasted like rotten eggs, I can't even look at them without gagging,” he confessed while wrinkling his nose, a gesture that you had long ago discovered was common for him.

“Emily says she once tried one that tasted like cat litter, but I don't believe her. And if I were to believe her it would be very disgusting because come on, how would you know what that taste tastes like if you haven't tried it before?”

Spencer's laugh had always been a sound that melted you from the inside out, one you could listen to for hours without getting tired.

You continued along the cobblestone path chatting pleasantly about some academic matters, a little about the future, and sometimes about the most trivial things, until you were far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the town.

There was a little desolate bench next to the road and both of you silently agreed to head over there so you could sit for a moment.

You could see his mismatched socks underneath the robe and the obvious height difference made you able to move your legs back and forth. There was just a space between you where you rested your hand, your pinky almost touching his.

“Did you know that all snowflakes are symmetrical? They have six sides and always reflect light as if they were precious stones. I read it the other day in a book.”

The comment was about the fact that, of course, small flakes of snow had begun to fall. You smiled from ear to ear and stretched out your tongue to capture one, while Spencer watched you sweetly from the opposite side.

“When you were little did you play in the snow?”

“My mom never let me do it. I was a sickly child.”

“And now you're not?” you asked softly.

Just when he was about to respond, your hands reached up to his neck to adjust his two-color scarf and Spencer held his breath at the closeness, while he focused on your cheeks flushed from the cold.

You were the prettiest girl he had ever met and he was afraid to tell anyone, because he would know that when a secret was told sooner or later it ended up reaching the ears of whoever he was trying to hide from. Although he believed that probably all of Hogwarts could tell that he liked you just by the way he sighed whenever you were around.

“Spencer?”

"What?"

“Are you sickly now too?” you asked again and he felt stupid for getting too nervous to forget what you had just told him.

"A bit"

"Well, I hope so. Come"

You took his wrist to guide him out of your seat and led him to a blank space on the floor, where in spring it was probably full of grass, immediately throwing yourself with your gaze towards the sky.

"What are you doing?"

“Lie down, we’re going to make a snow angel.”

Spencer looked hesitant for a second, but then he knelt next to you, imitating your position somewhat awkwardly. When you started to move your arms and legs he thought about regretting it, although in the end he didn't, and very soon the two of you were already laughing out loud at how clumsy the situation was.

At some point you stopped and turned slightly until you were face to face, looking at each other's flushed skin and bright smiles. Looking at him you thought about how happy it made you to be with him, more so than with any of your other friends, although you didn't know if it was due to the boy's calm nature or simply your feelings for him reflecting back.

“We're definitely going to catch a cold,” he observed intelligently as he sat up and shook the snow out of his brown hair, which only made you laugh more. “Come on, I don't think snot matches your future dress.”

You took the hand he was offering to help you up and knew that if you didn't take advantage of that opportunity you probably wouldn't be able to talk to him about it again.

“You're really not going to the ball?”

You were sitting next to him, too close for the boy's poor nerves, and there was a clear tone of disappointment in your words. As if that weren't enough, you still hadn't let go of his hand.

“Huh, I don't think so. I don't like that kind of environment” he excused himself, making a small face. You nodded with understanding, but evidently discouraged “Besides, no one has invited me.”

“And why haven't you invited a girl?”

Spencer looked away at your question and cringed a little from his spot, as if he were afraid to answer you. You waited a minute for him to think.

“I just want to save myself the embarrassment of them saying no.”

“Why would anyone say no to you?” you immediately asked in genuine disbelief.

“Because I'm not handsome! And because I spend my time in the library instead of training quidditch and I'm not even athletic and... I don't know, because I'm weird."

“Oh, shut up, Spencer” the stern tone in your voice surprised him, but before he could say anything you continued talking “You're a great guy, you're dedicated and studious, you're kind. You're not weird at all. Well… maybe a little bit, but not as a negative trait, but as something that makes you stand out”

"So you think?" He asked and you nodded effusively. “I still don’t think there’s anyone left for me.”

“Come with me” you breathed out without thinking.

You had wanted him to come with you so much that you didn't even care if you invited him or he did, you just wanted to dance with him and have a valid reason to hold his hand. Even if you were doing it for no reason right now.

"Go where?"

“To the ball, genius!” You laughed nervously. “I don’t have a partner yet.”

“But… you said you had several invitations,” he reminded you, clearly confused. He had dismissed the idea that you were interested when you had said that, contrary to the idea you wanted to give him.

“Yes, but none of them are as charming as you.”

You didn't even know where you had gathered the courage to flirt with him but luckily it seemed to be working. Spencer was quiet for a moment and although you couldn't tell it he was fighting to keep his brain from spontaneously combusting.

Were you really offering him the chance to be your date?

“Unless you're not interested…”

"No!" he interrupted you. In his eyes you could see the shine of the snow and a certain enthusiasm that calmed you greatly “I would love to go with you.”

The smile that crossed your face wasn’t normal and you wished you could better hide your joy at his response, but no matter how hard you tried, you knew it would be impossible.

“It's probably a bit bland and superficial, but I think we can have fun.”

“Did you know that balls were initially used for courtship? In Victorian times they were the social space where a gentleman could look for a lady he wanted to marry and there were certain dances, protocols, and rules”

“Luckily we don't have all that rigor now,” you exclaimed. “You just have to take a couple of classes with Professor Gideon to know how to behave.”

“I thank Merlin that Professor Blake was there to help us because otherwise it would have been most embarrassing.”

“I want to see you dance,” you said in an excited tone, while you gave his hand a light squeeze. Against all odds Spencer used that grip to pull you in his direction until he wrapped you in a hug.

“You're not inviting me because you feel sorry for me, right?”

You gasped almost annoyed.

“For a Ravenclaw you're sometimes quite an idiot, you know that?” you murmured against his chest, which then vibrated with a nervous laugh.

You wished you could confess to him how much you had wanted to achieve this and erase all those pointless worries with everything you thought about him, but you knew that if you had you would probably have to confess how much you liked him and you weren't ready for this yet.

You were silent for a moment until you dared to separate a little to look him in the eyes and then speak seriously.

“Never think that I invite out of pity, Reid. I invite you because you are my friend and I really like being with you.”

He had to hug you again until you saw his face or somehow you would have discovered more than you should about his true feelings towards you.

“I'm glad to know that,” he sighed, resting his flushed cheek against the top of your head.

Spencer didn't know if his hopeful heart could handle the wait to see you in a beautiful dress and dance with you all night long, but for now he would have to settle for the warmth he felt from having you in his arms, smiling like a fool just for you.

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spencer reid x oc:

dr piper bishop <- track tag #oc: dr piper bishop for updates

Dr Piper Bishop is the newest addition to the BAU after Elle Greenaway's departure as a consultant appointed by Aaron Hotchner. She quickly rises to a Senior Supervisory Agent after a series of courses and successful cases. But what wasn't seen coming by her was the growth of a new family with new people to protect, finding love and with it, trauma, hurt and ghosts haunting her every move. (currently on season 7)

hemkärlek | spencer reid (s6) x oc (piper bishop) | fluff agent seaver catches spencer and piper in a moment of domesticity.

ataraxia | spencer reid (s5) x oc (piper bishop) | comfort piper suffers a bout of insomnia from overly philosophising at 4am

deck the halls | spencer reid x oc (piper bishop) | fluff, domestic caving in to the norm of the street, piper and spencer decorate the house, but their neighbours are total assholes about it.

comfortember 2024:

laws of thermodynamics | spencer reid x f!reader | fluff spencer and reader spend a rainy afternoon in, and he explains thermal equilibrium over a cup of cocoa.

just stay with me | derek morgan x f!reader | childhood friends, references to buford, hurt/comfort after carl buford is arrested, derek morgan seeks comfort from an old childhood friend.

ralvez:

ice cream never tasted so sweet | spencer reid x luke alvez | college au, meetcute, fluff spencer reid picks up a job at an ice cream parlour during the summer break but that job is quickly derailed by a cute stranger who seems to be addicted to ice cream.

spencer reid x reader:

bau!reader:

hey, december | spencer reid (s2) x bau!reader | fluff on a snowy day in chicago, spencer's terrible aim lands him in hot water with his crush.

tongue-tied | spencer reid (s2) x bau!reader | borderline smut, mostly fluff the bau notice spencer being quieter than usual, the resident genius pressed to reveal an embarrassing injury

gingerbread kisses | spencer reid (s4) x bau!reader | smut with plot if you squint your first christmas as a couple with spencer involves baking, construction, and lots and lots of kisses.

santa's little helper | spencer reid (post prison) x bau!reader | fluff after finding out henry no longer believes in santa after he missed last christmas, spencer dedicates this year to bringing the magic of christmas back to his godson's life... with a little help from you, of course.

count the odds | spencer reid (s8) x bau!reader | established relationship you reflect on the past year at rossi’s annual nye party, which brings you back to your relationship with spencer, and all the different ways your lives could’ve gone, and the odds of you both finding each other.

blake!reader:

new year's resolution | spencer reid (s8) x blake!reader | sprinkles of angst and smut the end of the year brings your life in perspective, the trajectory of your life inverse to the champagne you drink. the morning after, spencer brings you around to the idea that when one door closes, another opens.

wrong person... | spencer reid (s8) x blake!reader | wrong recipient, hurt comfort (?) spencer sends a message to the wrong person in a fit of anger... and then does his best to make up for it.

smells like infidelity | spencer reid (s8) x blake!reader | songfic, reader heavy convinced that her friend has been murdered by her husband, reader confronts him on his own... she's so sure he did it.

tough!reader:

a shot of whiskey | spencer reid (s6) x tough!reader | mild angst, domestic reader contemplates whether she's sweet enough for spencer

frostbite | spencer reid x tough!reader | case-fic spending christmas on a case is hard enough without you tracking down the unsub on your own, and tough as you are, you're not invulnerable.

postgrad!reader

make the yuletide gay | spencer reid x postgrad!reader | hurt/comfort the year's been hard, and the holidays hurt, and spencer realises maybe this christmas, comfort precedes joy.

analyst!reader

greylist | spencer reid (s6, post-JJ, pre-Doyle) x analyst!reader | annoyances to lovers when your celebratory drink with penelope is disrupted, you end up at a bar with the person you famously cannot get along with even if you were paid... until you do.

coming soon:

[themetaphorgirl]

the FBI agent assigned to me is probably wondering why I keep researching pediatric dental appointments

[hksdlgsyappage]

Christmas Bindings

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: rope bunny, rigger, fingering, oral (f receiving)

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: In a candlelit studio, Spencer's gifts his partner a new toy for them to try this Christmas season.

It was a chilly December evening when you arrived at Spencer Reid's apartment, the crisp winter air still clinging to your coat. He greeted you warmly, pulling you into a tight embrace that lingered just a moment longer than usual. There was an unmistakable sparkle in his emerald eyes as he helped you shed your outer layers.

"I'm glad you could make it tonight," Spencer said, his voice low and rich with implication. "I have a special surprise planned for us." He led you by the hand into the dimly lit living room, where a roaring fire crackled invitingly in the hearth. The space had been transformed into a cozy winter wonderland, with plush blankets draped over the couch, mugs of steaming hot cocoa waiting on the coffee table, and twinkling fairy lights strung along the bookshelves.

In the center of it all stood a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, its branches heavy with ornaments and tinsel. But it was the long, slender box wrapped in glittering gold paper that caught your eye. Spencer noticed your gaze and a slow, sensual smile spread across his handsome face.

"Ah, I see you've spotted my special gift," he purred, retrieving the box from beneath the tree. He turned to face you, emerald eyes smoldering with barely contained desire as he presented it to you. "Open it."

With trembling fingers, you carefully unwrapped the present, your heart racing with anticipation. Inside, nestled in a bed of soft velvet, lay a spool of shimmering, iridescent cord. But these were no ordinary lights - they pulsed and glowed with an otherworldly inner light, promising pleasure beyond imagination.

Spencer took the glowing rope from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours and sending a jolt of electricity through your skin. "This isn't just any old rope," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "It glows so I can make you my own personal Christmas tree."

He began to slowly wind the cord around your wrist, the cool metal of the fastenings a stark contrast to the warmth of his calloused fingertips. Each revolution sent a pleasant tingling sensation spiraling up your arm, igniting nerve endings you never knew existed.

As he worked, Spencer pressed himself against your back, one strong arm wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him. You could feel the hard planes of his chest, the rapid thrum of his heartbeat syncing with your own.

His lips found the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat as his skilled hands continued their sensual task. The rope criss-crossed over your collarbone, dipping teasingly into the valley between your breasts before encircling each one separately, the pulsing light intensifying with each loop until your skin seemed to glow from within.

Spencer's voice was a low, seductive rumble as he whispered filthy promises against your ear. "I'm going to decorate you like the most beautiful Christmas tree, my love. Every inch of you will shine and sparkle, aching for my touch..." His hands slid lower, skimming over your ribs, your stomach, before hooking into the waistband of your pants. "Tell me, do you want to be mine?"

Your breath hitched as Spencer's words washed over you, stoking the flames of desire burning in your core. "Yes," you breathed, arching into his touch. "I want to be yours, completely. Decorate me, claim me, make me yours in every way possible."

Emboldened by your consent, Spencer's hands made quick work of your remaining clothing, peeling away fabric until you stood bare before him, adorned only by the intricate web of glowing rope. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, emerald eyes darkening with lust as they raked over your illuminated form.

"You're exquisite," he growled appreciatively. "A work of art." Slowly, deliberately, he began to trail the rope down your body, circling your navel, dipping teasingly below your waistband before continuing its journey down your thighs.

As the rope wound lower, Spencer dropped to his knees before you, bringing his face level with your most intimate area. He looked up at you through thick lashes, his expression one of pure, unadulterated hunger. "I think it's time I unwrap my gift properly," he purred, nuzzling his cheek against your thigh.

His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh. Then, without warning, his tongue delved between your folds, lapping at your essence with long, slow strokes. The dual sensations of his mouth and the pulsing rope sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, making your head fall back with a moan.

Spencer groaned against you, the vibrations adding another layer of intensity to his ministrations.

As Spencer's talented tongue explored your most intimate depths, waves of intense pleasure radiated outward from your core, causing your entire body to quiver and tense. The glowing ropes seemed to pulse in rhythm with your racing heartbeat, their ethereal light growing brighter with each flick of his tongue against your sensitive flesh.

Your fingers tangled in his silky hair, gripping tightly as you held him close, silently urging him on. Each drag of his tongue along your slit sent electric shocks of bliss zinging up your spine, coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of your stomach. The wet heat of his mouth contrasted deliciously with the cool kiss of the ropes binding you, creating a dizzying sensory overload.

Lost in a haze of ecstasy, your hips began to rock subtly against Spencer's face, seeking more of that maddeningly pleasurable friction. Soft mewls and gasps spilled from your lips, echoing obscenely in the quiet room. The firelight played across your skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat and the way your muscles tensed and fluttered with each pass of his tongue.

Spencer growled low in his throat, the sound muffled but felt deeply as he redoubled his efforts. He sealed his lips around your throbbing clit, suckling gently while two long fingers pushed inside your dripping channel. They curled and stroked along your inner walls, finding that perfect spot that made stars explode behind your eyelids.

The combination of his skilled mouth and probing fingers quickly became too much to bear.

Your body drew taut as a bowstring, every muscle pulled impossibly tight as the coil of tension in your core reached its breaking point. A strangled cry tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, white-hot pleasure searing through your nerves. Your inner walls clamped down rhythmically around Spencer's fingers, rippling and fluttering as you came undone.

The glowing ropes seemed to flare brilliantly with each spasm, bathing the room in a kaleidoscope of colors. Your skin flushed and glistened, pearlescent in the firefight as you shuddered and bucked against Spencer's face, lost to everything but the overwhelming ecstasy consuming you.

Slowly, gradually, the aftershocks subsided, leaving you boneless and panting.

As the last tremors faded, Spencer gentled his touches, placing soft kisses along your inner thighs and up your stomach before rising to his feet. He gathered you into his arms, holding you close as you trembled against him, basking in the afterglow.

"I love watching you come apart like that," he murmured, nuzzling into your hair. "So beautiful, so responsive... You take my breath away."

His hands roamed your sides almost reverently, tracing the patterns left by the ropes. With careful movements, he began to unwind them, letting the cord pool at your feet until you stood bare once more, marked only by the faintest redness where the bindings had been.

Spencer cupped your face, tilting it up to meet his heated gaze. "You're incredible,"

[toasttt11]

introducing nicolette

Nicolette Reid was born minutes before her twin brother Spencer. From a young age their mother could tell the twins were extremely special and incredibly smart, they are geniuses and both of them have a IQ of 187.

Nicolette and Spencer’s father left at a very young age and unfortunately with an eidetic memory they both remembered it very clearly.

They were left to be raised by their mother who has schizophrenia and making both of their childhood extremely difficult and making Nicolette extremely protective of her younger twin brother.

Once the twins turned eighteen Nicolette knew she had to do something for their mother even if it was extremely difficult, she had her mother instituted and Spencer and her were officially all on their own.

The twins met Ethan Jones and Matthew Vanderbilt when they joined Cal Tech when they were twelve, Ethan was thirteen and Matthew fourteen. All four of them were way younger than anyone else in school and all geniuses making them get along well.

Nicolette and Spencer had met Elle Greenaway when they were working on their first PHD and they were thirteen, Elle became their best friend and older sister figure to them.

Nicolette and Spencer met Stephen Gideon when they were sixteen and he seventeen and joined Cal Tech, he easily became one of their best friends and became like their brother, meaning when his father Jason Gideon came to see his son, he introduced the twins.

When Nicolette met Gideon within year she was officially in the FBI and Spencer joined a little bit after her and soon they joined the BAU and found a family in the team.

Nicolette became very close to Gideon and really found a mentor in him. They shared a love of arts and chess. Gideon took both twins under his wings and became the closest thing to a father they had have for years.

Hotch sees a lot of himself in Nicolette and took her especially under his wing really helping her out with everything when she joined, His wife Hayley seemed to adore Nicolette when she met him and it was no surprise when they asked her to be the godmother of their son Jack.

Nicolette really finds her family in the BAU.

[marril96]

Set before season 8. Blake joins the team, and she and Alison have some bad blood behind them.

[ocdumpster]

Just some pairings.

James + Blake = Study Buddies

Tim + Lee = Musician and the Dancer

Dianna & Spencer = Just Being Siblings