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Spencer is changing in the bathroom to go to work, when you appear from behind of him giving him a hug and kisses, your hands begin to go down to his dick, he just looks at you in the mirror while you star to get him off and say 'I want you to remember me while you're with your students'

AAAAAAAHHHHH

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Friendly Students: 506 words

cw: handjob, jealousy, sub spencer, domme reader

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It started when you noticed something while helping Spencer grade his papers. A little note in a girl's handwriting at the edge of her paper. It must have been mindless, the girl not understanding the weight of the message or that Professor Spencer Reid has a girlfriend.

Still, she read, out loud, the words in a red heart, "Mrs. Dr. Spencer Reid." Spencer's head turned at the sound of your voice, noticing the paper in your hand before reaching for it.

"What? Let me see that?" He sounded genuinely confused as he spoke and looked shocked when he saw the red ink at the edge of the paper. Y/N only smiled as she looked at her boyfriend's dumbfounded expression.

"Who is she?" She asked, her voice coated in honey as Spencer looked at her almost provoked face, fear in his voice as he spoke. "Are you mad?"

"God, Spencer, I'm not mad! I know you'd never act towards her feelings." His demeanor cooled down as yours did. "Cathy's just a student of mine who just," He waved his hand before she got out of her seat.

"She just what?"

"She just has a crush on me. I think a few girls do."

She leaned back at the sound of a few girls. She knew Spencer would never cheat on her, the mere thought of it sounded impossible to her, but the fact there were multiple girls with crushes on him made her ick slightly.

He got back to grading his papers quickly, almost scared of the situation, or he really needed to get his work done. Either way, Y/N sat back down and continued to help him.

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The following day came, and Spencer wasn't in bed when she rolled over. She was used to this as she figured he was called onto a case. But then she heard the water running in the bathroom and got up to investigate.

Spencer was brushing his teeth when she passed the doorway, and he finished when she came up behind him. "Hey, I hope I didn't wake you. I woke up early- what's going on?"

She had put her arms around his waist when he stopped talking. Then she put her head in his back, taking in his scent and pulling up one of her hands to play with his hair.

He leaned into the hug behind him, smiling in the mirror looking at her before her hands started to travel. He was still in his boxers, his head turning down as Y/N began toying with the waistband of them.

He didn't speak, just stared at her through the mirror in silence before he let out a small yelp when she squeezed the base of his cock.

"Oh!"

She smiled behind him, beginning to jerk him off as she watched the cute faces he made in front of her. He closed his eyes when she went faster, pulling his body harder as he got more excited.

"I want you to remember me while you're with your students," She whispered out in a breathy tone, her fingernails digging into his neck to turn his head up into the mirror.

He stared at her reflection as she jerked him harder, "Y/N." He moaned out as sweat began to build on his temples, "I'm close," He moaned out just before he came into her hand.

He breathed hard as she kept playing with his body after he had came, her nails digging deep into his skin and her hand contorting to the shape of his head and shaft.

"Good boy." She whispered in his ear before administering a kiss on his cheek. He breathlessly gave her a smile before she turned away back into their bedroom, leaving Spencer a whiny mess in front of their mirror.

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Waiting Up | Spencer Reid Blurb

Summary: Spencer hates when you wait up for him, until suddenly, he doesn't.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 531 words.

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Spencer wouldn’t often call you during the middle of the night, he’d want you to sleep, to have a night of peace and calm even if he’s out in the middle of nowhere hunting killers and saving people. He knew a month into your relationship that he never wanted to be that man who expects the other to wait up for them, expecting them to pick up the phone when you’re already in bed or answer the door when you should be asleep. And he knew, he knew from the moment he’d found you asleep on the couch while you tried to stay up until he got home from a weeklong case in Chicago, that he never wanted to be a man you lost sleep over.

But you, you wanted to wait up for him when you could, to pull him into your arms when he got back from a case, make him dinner, and sit with him while he tried to rid his mind of all of the recent horrific details, and most of all, you wanted to be awake when he came home, taking him to bed and tucking him under the covers before falling asleep tangled against his body. Those were your favourite nights, even if the both of you were exhausted and he needed a shower from flying and you had work early the next day. And even though Spencer kept telling you to go to bed, to sleep and that he would see you in the morning, you would never stop sitting on that couch and watching the front door, wishing for your fiancé to come home that little bit sooner.

And then suddenly, even after all his worries about your lack of sleep, seeing you on that couch became Spencer’s favourite thing, your body under a pile of soft blankets and the television still on but turned down low. For him, it was this constant reminder that there was someone waiting for him when he got back home, that he wouldn’t be coming home to an empty house or an empty bed, a feeling that used to fill the young doctor with dread. Now, as he gently wakes you up and you tug each other to bed, pull the covers over your bodies and rest against each other, Spencer is eternally grateful for every late night. He doesn’t care that he might have to leave again the next day, or that you’ll only be in his arms for a couple hours and this peace will never last long enough, he just fills that moment of gratitude with soft kisses and sweet smiles that you’re very keen to return.

As you’re drifting off to sleep and Spencer is holding you to him, he whispers out the line that you hear every night you wait up for him, but it never fails to make your heart burst.

“I love you, Y/N, thank you for staying.” Sleepy kisses and your fingers drawing patterns on his skin as he looks down at you with big, wide and love-filled eyes, he can’t help but grin and relax into your touch as you say, “I love you too, Spencer Reid.”

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[x-reader-theater]

I wish for you to feel as I do

summary: Spencer Reid has been dating his boyfriend for six years, but what happens when he finds out you’re killing to make him happy?

pairing: Spencer Reid x Male!Reader 

details: Unsub Reader

category: Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

word count: 8488

warnings: Reader as Unsub, rapey reader, controlling and manipulative reader, unhealthy relationship

a/n: This literally starts with smut so be warned. This was suuuuper fun to write! It’s an addition to this very short oneshot with an unsub reader, but I wanted to expand it because I just had so many ideas! @luvofyourlifeliv this is for your 500 follow contest so I hope you like it! As always, this is edited by @mystic-writes and I will upload it to Ao3 :) Enjoy! 

Moodboard by Me

You kiss Spencer, leaning over him, over his book, pushing it down. You smirk into the kiss, but Spencer turns away from you. 

"Hey! Hey!" he exclaims, trying to push you away, but you take the book from his hands and drop it onto the floor, before latching your lips to his neck. "I have work to do!"

"You read… 20,000 words a minute…" you say between kisses. "You can… read it… later…" 

Spencer moans into your mouth, and reaches his hands up, placing them on your cheeks and pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You bracket his legs with yours, and he gasps as you rub up against his growing erection. You reach down and take his half hard cock from his pants, stroking it until it becomes fully hard. 

When Spencer goes to do the same for you, he stops. Because you're not hard at all. 

You push off him and clear your throat, tucking yourself back into your pants and zipping them up. 

"[Y/N], it's okay!" Spencer exclaims, but you ignore him, and the hand he puts on your shoulder. "It's totally normal!" 

"It's not though!" you exclaim, turning to face Spencer and shrugging his hand off your arm. "We've been together for six years and I've never once had trouble… getting it up." 

You huff and stand up, walking to grab your keys and your wallet, shoving them into your pockets as Spencer says from the couch, "The Cleveland Clinic estimates that it’s normal to have trouble getting or keeping an erection for up to 20 percent of sexual encounters. Having trouble getting an erection more than 50 percent of the time can indicate a medical issue." You stop and look at him, and he stands up, walking over to you, taking your hand, and kissing the knuckles. "It's too early to know if anything really is wrong. Just… take a breath."

You nod and take a deep breath in, kissing his own knuckles back, before saying, "Okay. I just… I need a drink." Spencer nods and you pull away. "I'll probably be back after midnight, so just go to sleep without me." 

Spencer nods again and you exit your shared apartment. 

You don't really know where you're going, your feet are just taking you somewhere. You walk past a bus station and nearly knock into a young blonde woman. You just stumble out of the way of her. 

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" she exclaims, but you smile and shake your head. 

"It was my fault," you say, putting your hands up. She smiles at you. "I wasn't looking where I was going." She smiles and nods, and you stick your hand out, saying, "I'm [Y/N]. What's your name?" 

"Haley," she says with a smile, gripping your hand and shaking it. 

You smile at her. "You should be careful, Haley. A pretty woman, all alone. You could get hurt," you say, and she frowns. 

"That sounds like something my husband would say…" she trails off, but you're already walking away from her, a spring in your step as you walk into the first open bar you come across. 

It's dingy and musty, but it'll do the trick of getting you drunk enough to forget everything that happened with Spencer tonight. 

"I don't think I've seen you around here before," someone says next to you, and you turn and see a thin, pale man with curly brown hair and deep brown eyes. 

You gasp slightly at how much he looks like Spencer. "No, no I just kinda found my way here. I don't even know where I am," you admit as the bartender comes over. You order a beer and the Bartender nods and walks off.

"I come here a lot. It's my local, really," the man says and you nod, grabbing your freshly poured beer, and taking a long gulp, draining half of it before putting it down. "Maybe I could… show you why I like it so much?"

The man trails a finger along the lapel of your shirt, and you look over at him, eyebrows raised. You take out your wallet and pay for the beer, before being led out a back door, into an even dirtier alley. 

You could never hurt Spencer. You love him. You've loved him for years, and while you have no plans on getting married any time soon, you could see yourself being with him for the rest of your life. But, old habits are hard to break. 

The man pushes you into the brick wall and starts kissing you, but before anything can happen, you take out your knife from your pocket, flick it open, and stab it into the man currently trying to tongue fuck you. He gasps and steps back, and you stab him again, and again, and again, until you're sure he's dead. You step back, panting, your knife clenched in your hand, and you grin, flicking the knife closed and stuffing it back into your pants. You're very thankful, in that moment, that you're wearing all black. 

It is also at this point that it starts to rain. 

You grin as you walk away from the unknown man, and when you look down, you see there's a tent in your pants, and you start playing with it, moaning as you think of the body back there, of Spencer, your perfect little Spencer just waiting at home for you. 

You eventually find your way back to your apartment and step inside, taking off your soaked clothing and throwing it in a nearby hamper. You see your right thigh, where your knife was, and your chest, are stained slightly red. You take your wallet and phone out of your pockets and go into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Once you have the red scrubbed away, you dry off but don't put anything on. 

You're still fully hard, the images of the body and Spencer filling your head as you showered, and you stroked yourself languidly. 

When you get into bed, you smile at Spencer sleeping soundly, and you press yourself to his back, slotting your cock in between his ass cheeks, that are covered by TARDIS pajamas that you gave him for his twenty-eighth birthday. He moans and pushes back into you, not even fully awake yet, and you kiss the back of his neck, moving to his shoulder, where you suck a hickey into. 

Spencer moves his hands to your head as you buck up into his ass, and you know he's awake. He turns around in your hold and kisses you as you run your fingers through his long, wavy brown hair. You remember the way the man's brown hair looked splayed out on the stone floor of the alleyway, and you almost cum right there, groaning loudly into Spencer's open mouth. 

"What- what happened?" Spencer asks, reaching his hand down and grabbing your throbbing erection. You grunt and buck up into his hand, your hips moving of their own accord. 

You kiss him and say, "Just… needed to clear my head. Fuck, Spencer you're so hot." 

Spencer moans and grabs his own erection, slotting the two of yours together, and he pumps both of them in his fist. You kiss him, swallowing every grunt and moan that he makes, as well as his scream when he cums. You cum only seconds after him, but you're still hard in his grip. 

"I am going to fuck you all night, Spencer Reid." 

He only moans at that. 

–

"Hey, hey! Pretty Boy! Have a late night?" Morgan asks as he walks into the small office kitchen for the BAU. Spencer looks up at him, frowning as he adds more sugar to his coffee. 

"Yeah," Spencer says, his cheeks turning slightly pink, but he doesn't say anything more. 

"Let me guess, Star Trek marathon?" Morgan asks with a laugh and Spencer ducks his head as he goes even more red, remembering exactly what you marathoned with him last night. 

"Uh, ahem, something like that," Spencer says, clearing his throat, before stirring his sugary coffee and going back to his desk. 

"Hey- wait a minute!" Morgan exclaims, and Spencer tenses, getting ready for his friend's grilling, when JJ interrupts. 

"Hey! We have a case up in Syracuse. Hotch wants everyone in the Round Table Room in five," she says and Spencer lets out a breath of relief as he gets up and walks into said room, leaving a very confused Morgan behind. 

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You groan as you get home, shedding your bloody, black clothes, and you smirk at your erection. You've had no problem getting it up for Spencer the last few months, just thinking about the man you killed making you hard on the spot. Recently though, it hasn't been enough. You found yourself having to imagine Spencer dead and that just won't do. You would never hurt the love of your life. Ever. 

You walk into the master bathroom and slip into the already-on shower, wrapping your arms around your lover, pressing your erection against his hole. 

"You're back," you say, rubbing yourself against him. 

Spencer hums and leans his head back onto your shoulder. "We just got in. I wanted to take a shower and see my amazing boyfriend," he says and you kiss him, on his neck, his shoulder, and all down his arm. You kiss his palm and the pads of each of his fingers. "Everyone else wanted to go out for drinks, but I told them I had to get home. I wanted to see you."

You moan into his skin as you suck on his shoulder, biting slightly. Spencer gasps and jumps and you lick over the wound, kissing it. You didn't break the skin, just bit gently. You would never hurt your baby. 

You pull back, looking at Spencer's back, the back of his head, his lithe body, his pert ass, and you think of the man you killed tonight. He also had brown hair and pale skin, but that's about where the similarities ended. He was shorter than Spencer, his hair shorter as well and less curly, but when you plunged your knife into his back, and felt his sides tighten, it felt like Spencer when he came. 

Your cock jumps against your boyfriend's ass, and you take the lube you have in your shower, sticking your fingers into his tight hole, pushing them in and scissoring him open. He pushes back onto your fingers and you hook them. He jumps and you have to hold his hip with your free hand so he doesn't slip and fall in the shower. 

You slick up your own cock and slam it in, causing Spencer to cry out in ecstasy as you pull out almost all the way, and slam back into him over and over. Spencer braces his arms on the shower wall, and the feeling of water cascading down your chest just makes it all even hotter. You think back to the first man you killed, how it rained right after you killed him, and how it's almost like it's raining now. Cleaning away your sins. Making you the perfect man for Spencer once again. 

You cum at that thought, shooting your load into Spencer's ass, who comes only seconds after, not having touched his cock once.

You pull out of him and turn him around, kissing him, and he's practically melting into you. 

"I love you," you say and he smiles, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. 

"I love you too," he says back. 

–

"Another long night?" Morgan asks, and Spencer frowns. He already got his coffee and Morgan didn't even see him make it this time. 

"What are you talking about?" Spencer asks, and Morgan points to Spencer's neck. He takes out the small, two inch mirror from his top desk drawer and almost drops it when he sees the large, purple and black bruise on his neck. You told him to forego the tie, and to leave his shirt unbuttoned since it was going to be another hot summer day today, but now he knows why you really did it. 

Spencer yelps and slaps a hand over the bruise, turning a deep shade of red as Morgan cackles. 

He comes home that night and you laugh at Morgan's reaction, before soothing Spencer, kissing his temple and telling him that you just want people to know you're his. He blushes, admitting that he'd like that too, and you ask to mark him again, this time right underneath his jaw. 

Spencer doesn't hesitate when he says yes. 

"Woah, Pretty Boy. You okay?" Morgan asks the next morning when Spencer walks in. "Did you get mugged or something?" 

Spencer frowns and touches the dark purple mark under his chin. "What? No." 

"Did your girl do this to you? Because I swear to God if she hurts you…" Morgan says and Spencer's eyes go wide. 

"No! No one hit me. My boyfriend gave me what I believe is called a 'hickey'," he says. 

Morgan frowns before asking, "Boyfriend?" Spencer nods. "I didn't know you were gay."

"You never asked, and I didn't have a reason to tell you," Spencer says casually, shrugging as he gets some files out and starts working on them. 

"How long have you two been together?" Morgan asks. 

"Today's the 16th so 6 years, 9 months, 3 weeks and 6 days," Spencer says, and Morgan's jaw drops. 

"Six years?!" he exclaims and Spencer nods. "And you haven't told anyone?" 

Spencer shrugs. "We never felt the need." 

Morgan stares at Reid, dumbfounded, the rest of the day. 

–

"Hey, baby?" you call out into the apartment from the entryway. 

"In here!" you hear Spencer call back. 

You walk to the back of the apartment and open the door to Spencer's study. He's sitting at his desk, writing something down on a legal pad, before looking back at a book next to him. You walk over and start kissing the side of his neck, mouthing up and down, and he shivers underneath your touch. 

"I'm going to go out and grab something," you say, kissing right behind his ear, making Spencer moan. "I'll be back tonight. I expect you to be in bed, naked." 

Spencer shivers, and when you come back an hour later, you see he followed your instructions perfectly. 

–

There's no witty remark from Morgan this morning. No quip about having a good time or marathoning or whatever. Just a smirk that makes Spencer beet red. 

Spencer's about to say something when JJ calls out to the team, "We have a case!" 

They all file into the round table room and sit down, getting handed files. JJ stands at the front of the room and the television turns on. 

"Last night, Riley Heartwood was found stabbed to death in downtown DC," JJ says. 

Spencer's breath leaves him. The man looks almost exactly like him. 

"When was he killed?" Morgan asks, not noticing Spencer. 

"It says here around 10pm last night," Rossi interjects. 

Spencer feels his heart stop as he looks over the files. 

Fred Giles, killed three months ago on the 28th, the day you couldn't get hard, and left, is the exact day and time that Giles was murdered. Then there's Terrance Lake, murdered the day you joined him in the shower, cumming at your normal time instead of taking longer than normal like you had been the last few days. And now Riley Heartwood, murdered last night right before you came home from grabbing something at the grocery store, hard and aching, and fucking Spencer until he screamed and forgot his own name for six minutes and twelve seconds. 

He feels his phone buzz in his pocket and he grabs it, seeing it's a text from you. 

To; Spencie 😘

From; [Y/N] 😍

I can't wait until you get home!

There's a picture attached with you sitting at his desk, shirtless and winking. 

Once is a happening. Twice is a coincidence. Thrice is a pattern. 

Spencer sits up suddenly, standing and grabbing the folder. "I-I have to go. Family Emergency," he mutters before sprinting out of the room. He grabs his messenger bag and makes sure his gun is still on his hip. 

–

You're sitting at home when you hear a gun cocking. 

"Please tell me you didn't kill that man last night?" Spencer asks. 

You sigh and turn around slowly, standing up from your couch. "You don't like it when I lie to you, Spencer." 

You see his hand tighten on the gun, but he doesn't put his finger on the trigger. You take a step forward, but he doesn't move back. 

"You're-you're impotent, aren't you?" Spencer asks. 

You smirk. "I wasn't last night when I was fucking you into the mattress and had you screaming out my name as my hands touched you." 

Spencer gasps, and his grip falters slightly. You dash forward and grab the gun from his grip, before pulling your body against his. You groan as your groin brushes against his, leaning down to nip at the hickey you put on him last night. 

"I-I have to arrest you. Take you in," he says, stuttering and nervous. 

You smirk and kiss him behind his ear, making him moan. "You would never. Besides, you could never catch me before I got to your mom…" 

Spencer freezes, but doesn't say anything. 

You lean down and press a kiss to his cheek, saying, "Please don't hate me." Spencer sucks in a breath as you kiss his cheek again. "I did this for you. I couldn't stop imagining myself hurting you, and I can't do that to you. Ever. I love you, Spencer Reid, and I just wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for you."

Spencer nods slowly. "They- they looked like me. The men you killed." 

You nod and turn Spencer around so he's facing you. "I don't want to ever hurt you, Spencer. I love you too much."

"You-you're a psychopath. How- you can't love me!" Spencer exclaims and you sigh, burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

"If I can't, how did I fool you, a seasoned profiler, for six years?" you ask. 

Spencer stops as he thinks about it. If you were faking it, Spencer would have known. He would have seen it. He's seen psychopaths fake love before. Frank comes to mind when he first thinks of it. But, you aren't killing these men for yourself. You're doing it for Spencer. For the man you love. 

And as much as Spencer wants to turn you in, he can't deny the adrenaline that courses through him when he thinks about how all of this is for him. To make him happy. To keep him satisfied. 

Spencer leans up and kisses you, feeling himself get hard against your thigh, and you are equally as hard. You set Spencer's gun down on his desk and wrap your arms around his waist, dipping your hands down to grab at his ass. He gasps and you take that opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth. 

Just as you're about to push him onto the comfortable sofa that's in the room for you to use when Spencer's working and you want to be near him, Spencer's phone rings. 

Spencer groans and pulls away, taking out his phone and answering it. He puts it on speaker but presses a finger to your lips to quiet you. You kiss his finger, but nod. 

"Reid? Everything okay?" Morgan asks on the other side of the phone. 

Spencer nods. "Yeah. My uh… my boyfriend… fell down the stairs at our apartment!" Spencer exclaims and you nod, silently telling him it was a good cover story. "He sprained his ankle and I had to help him back up the stairs and into bed."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Morgan says and Spencer lets out a silent sigh. You kiss him quietly. "You ran out of there so fast. I'll tell the others you'll be back in tomorrow," he says and Spencer nods. 

"Okay. I gotta go, but I'll see you tomorrow," he says, and he hangs up. He throws his phone onto the sofa and pulls you to him again, kissing you loudly, moaning and gasping at every swipe of your tongue, every tug of his hair. 

"I love you, Spencer Reid," you say. 

"I love you too, [Y/N] [L/N]."

–

"How long?" Spencer asks, tracing what seems like random shapes into your skin, but you know they have meaning to him. 

You shrug. "Ever since I was younger. I would purposefully get into fights with other kids so I could hit them. I never killed any animals, and I was never really a bedwetter. I did like to start fires. My parents would always let me light the candles at dinner," you say. "The first person I ever killed was my babysitter. I was nine and she was seventeen. She kept touching me, kissing me, trying to take my clothes off. I got her onto the third floor balcony and pushed her off. I called my parents crying and told them she fell when I was playing in the yard when I wasn't supposed to."

"Wow," Spencer says, his hands stilling for a moment before continuing. 

"The second person I killed was the first time I killed with a knife. It was my next door neighbor. He would bully me at school, shove me into lockers, take my clothes when I was changing so I'd have to run through the school naked after him to get my clothes back, hit me, things like that. He cornered me in my backyard one day, jumping our shared fence. He was going to kill me. I ran inside and grabbed a knife and when I ran back out, I crashed into him, stabbing him. I cut my side with the blade to make it look like self defense, and told the police he attacked me. I ran inside and got a kitchen knife, and he took it from me. I managed to get it back and he ran at me. I told them it was an accident. It was, but it felt so good, I didn't want to stop," you say. 

"So you didn't," Spencer says, and you shake your head. "But, you haven't killed anyone for over six years. 

You nod. "I met you," you say, running your hands through Spencer's hair and bringing his head up to kiss you. "I found everything I needed. But, those urges came back. And I wanted everything to be perfect for you. I wanted you to have everything you could ever want. And for you, that meant sex. I know how much you like it." Spencer nods and blushes, looking away, but you move his face so he's looking at you again, and you kiss him. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. I need it to. And I would never, ever hurt you. But, I kept thinking about it. And it scared me." 

Spencer nods and curls up against you so his head is on your chest. You kiss his hair as he mutters, "I love you."

You smile. "I love you too, baby. Now, let's get some sleep."

–

Spencer wakes with a start, shaking and crying. You feel the bed moving and slowly wake up, only to see Spencer in distress. You sit up as well and hold him to your chest as he cries. 

"What have I done? What will everyone think of me? Why do I want to- I want- why-" 

"Spencer, Spencer," you say, and almost as if he forgot you lived with him, his head snaps to look at you. "Baby, what's going on?"

"I shouldn't like it. I should take you in. I shouldn't want to know what it feels like, but I do. I want to know," he mutters, almost to himself, but he's still looking directly at you. 

"You want to know what it feels like to kill someone?" you ask. Spencer nods. You smile and kiss him. "I can help arrange that." 

Spencer nods. "I know I shouldn't like you… killing people for me, but I can't help it. It makes me happy to know you want me to be happy."

"Oh, baby," you say, holding him even closer to your bare chest. Spencer wraps his arms around you. "I would do anything to make you happy." 

Spencer hums, contentedly. 

–

"Everything okay, Reid?" Hotch asks as the youngest profiler walks into the Round Table Room that morning, his bag still on his hip. 

Spencer smiles and nods. "Everything is fine." 

"Morgan told us you had a family emergency, but wouldn't say anything else," Rossi says and Spencer nods again, throwing a grateful look to Morgan. 

He sighs and takes his messenger bag off, setting it at the ground by his desk before he begins to talk. "My boyfriend fell down the stairs in our apartment yesterday. I had to go home and help him."

JJ just nods and Garcia "Aw’s” as Hotch, Prentiss, and Rossi all narrow their eyes at him. 

"You've never mentioned having a boyfriend," Prentiss says and Spencer sighs. 

"It was my business and neither he nor I wanted to share it. But, we want to now," Spencer says. 

"How long! How long!" Garcia asks, practically bouncing in her seat. 

"Baby girl, they've been together for over six years now," Morgan says. 

Garcia's jaw drops, as does everyone else's in the room. 

"Six years?" JJ asks and Spencer nods. "Why didn't you tell us?" 

Spencer shrugs. "Because we weren't ready. Can we get started on the briefing now?" 

The team nods and JJ turns back to the screen. 

"Spence, we weren't able to get to the briefing yesterday, so we know about as much as you do,"  JJ explains. Spencer nods. 

"I think the unsub might be impotent," Morgan says, looking at the files. "The stabbing could indicate that."

"But, there was no semen found on the body. Usually, men who are impotent get off on the dead body as well as the killing," Spencer explains. A few of his co-workers nod. 

"I want to find out more about where these men were before they were murdered," Hotch says. "Reid and Morgan, go to the bar where Giles was last seen, Rossi and Prentiss, Lake, and JJ and I will go to where Heartwood was last seen. We'll meet back here and discuss what we learned." 

–

Spencer walks into the bar you were in only six months before, where you killed Fred Giles. 

"Hey! What can I get you boys?" the bartender asks from behind the bar. 

Morgan walks over and takes out his badge, saying, "I'm Agent Morgan and this is Doctor Reid. We're here to ask about Fred Giles, the man who was murdered behind your bar six months ago."

The bartender nods and sighs. "Yeah. I knew him. Said he was a regular to all the attractive men who walked in. He never bought anything though," he says. "Always just came in for sex. When I confronted him about it, he said he needed it, that he couldn't live without it, and he was a nice enough guy so I let him. He never deterred people from coming back." 

The bartender shrugs and Spencer steps up, asking, "Did anyone talk to him that night?"

"Uh, yeah. Some bloke. Don't know his name. He's never come back, but we get a lot of that here. Had a beer and they left out the back. Never saw him again."

"Sir, can you describe him for us?" Morgan asks, taking off his sunglasses. 

"No, sorry," the bartender says, picking up some glasses and putting them away underneath the bar. "It was busy and we don't usually have a lot of lights on in here. I know he was handsome. Fred wouldn't've gone with him if he weren't. Sorry, boys." 

Spencer nods and smiles and Morgan walks off, going towards the back door that leads out into the alley. As soon as Spencer steps out of the bar, he can feel himself getting hard. 

Spencer's never gotten hard at the thought of a dead body, except when he first started. He was young and beautiful sitting in the slab in the morgue, naked and displayed for him to assess. He had never seen a body so beautiful, so peaceful, and he had gotten an erection while looking at it. 

Now though, just the thought that you had killed this man to make Spencer feel good has his heart racing and adrenaline coursing through his stomach. He shifts his messenger bag over his groin to hide his growing erection. He flushes and looks down at the ground, trying to will away the thoughts of you murdering someone, and him finding it erotic. 

"Hey," Morgan says, and Spencer looks up at him, eyes wide. "Do you know if Garcia got the footage from the camera here?" Spencer shakes his head and Morgan pulls out his phone, pressing a button before holding it up to his ear. "Hey pretty mama, there's a CCTV camera in the alley behind the bar where Fred Giles was murdered. Can you see if that footage is anywhere?" 

There's a few moments of silence, and Spencer looks around, trying to see if there's anything the CSI missed, but it doesn't look like it. 

"Are you sure? Damn. Okay, thanks mama." Morgan flips the phone shut and sighs. "CCTV's fake, used to deter thieves most likely," he says and Spencer nods. "We should head back." 

–

"Reid. Morgan. Find anything?" Rossi asks as the two step into the bullpen. 

Morgan scoffs. "Nah. Nothing. He's handsome, but we figured that out already. Bartender didn't see anything and the CCTV in the back was fake so we got nothing."

Rossi nods. "Us as well. Maybe we should wait for Hotch. Maybe he found someone."

The rest of the team nods and Spencer takes out his phone, texting you.

To: [Y/N] 😍

From: Spencie 😘

Team hasn't found anything. Keep you updated. 

You message back just as quickly. 

To: Spencie 😘

From: [Y/N] 😍

Okay! I love you. Hurry back home quickly! I want to show you something! 

Spencer grins as he looks at his phone, before Morgan clears his throat. He quickly shuts it off and slides it into his back pocket, before following Morgan into the round table room. 

"Why are you so happy?" Prentiss asks, and Spencer schools his expression, clearing his throat. 

"My, uh, ahem, my boyfriend texted me," Spencer says and Prentiss nods, seeming to accept that answer. Spencer lets out a sigh of relief. 

–

"[Y/N]? Are you home?" Spencer calls out into the apartment, and you walk out of the study in a pair of black skinny jeans and a black button down, heavy black work boots already on your feet. You walk over to your boyfriend and put your arms around him, leaning your forehead against his. 

"Go get dressed. We're going out tonight," you say, but Spencer groans. 

"Do we have to?" he whines and you frown. 

"You wanted to know what it was like, Spence. So, I'm going to show you," you say, and that gets Spencer's attention. 

He looks at you, wide eyed, and asks, "Really?" 

You nod and kiss him. "Really. Now, get dressed. We don't want you to ruin your good clothes," you say and he nods, giving you one, last, chaste, kiss before running into the bedroom. 

He comes out a few minutes later, and you almost take him right there. He's wearing a pair of black skinny jeans you bought him years ago, and a tight black t-shirt. 

You walk over and take him in a searing kiss, putting your hand down his pants and groping him. You realize then that he's not wearing underwear and you have to restrain yourself from fucking him on the floor. 

"You have no idea what you do to me," you mutter against his lips before pulling away. Spencer whines but you just pay his ass and motion for him to grab his stuff. 

Thirty minutes later you find yourself and Spencer in a club. When asked why you were coming here instead of a bar, you answer that no one would suspect him being here. 

He admits that it's actually very smart. 

You sit down in a booth and pull him onto your lap, making sure everyone around you knows who this gorgeous man belongs to. He tilts his head to the side to give you access to his neck, to kiss and lick and nip to your heart's desire. 

"I want to dance," you say to Spencer after a few minutes of indulging in your boyfriend. 

Spencer nods and gets up off your lap before grabbing your hand and letting you lead him out onto the busy dance floor. You can feel Spencer shaking underneath you, and you pull him towards you, putting your hands in his back pockets. You kiss him deeply, letting your bodies sway to the music, your groins rubbing against each other. You can feel eyes on the two of you, but you don't care. 

Spencer moans into your mouth and you pull away, nipping at Spencer's bottom lip. The man moans deliciously and you kiss him again, trying to drink every sound. You pull away again and Spencer is staring at you with a goofy smile on his face. 

"See?" you ask, loudly, over the music. "That wasn't so bad." 

Spencer nods and places his head in your neck, swaying to the music that you should be jumping to, but you don't care. You lock eyes with a young man with curly brown hair and pale white skin, and the man sitting next to him. You nod at them before turning to look down at Spencer, who still has his face buried in your neck. 

"Baby," you say to him, nudging him with your shoulder. He looks up at you so innocently, and you have to lean down and kiss him again, showing all your love in the single kiss, prying open his lips with yours and letting your tongues explore each other for the millionth time. Well, you know it's probably not the millionth, and Spencer could absolutely tell you the accurate number, but you're too distracted by his mouth to ask. 

You pull away again and say, "Let's go sit down. I want to find someone."

Spencer nods and you lead him back to the booth you were at before, sitting down before Spencer settles on your lap. You shift your hand from his hip to underneath his button up, resting it on his stomach. Spencer gasps and you feel his stomach flatten even more. You grind your hips up into his ass, already half hard at the thought of killing a pretty little brunette. He groans as that pretty brunette from before sits across from you with his friend next to him. 

"Hi!" the brunette says, grinning wildly, and you're struck by how much he looks like Spencer. Even more than the first. "I'm Daniel! This is my boyfriend, Gary!" 

The man next to him raises a hand, but doesn't say anything. You raise an eyebrow at that, but don't say anything about it. 

You smile at them. "It's nice to meet you both. My boyfriend and I were looking to meet some couples around here."

"You were magnetic! I couldn't take my eyes off you! I think Gary here was a little jealous…" Daniel says, and Gary glares at him, but doesn't say anything. 

You smirk and nuzzle Spencer's neck, who tilts his head to give you a better angle. "Isn't he just?" 

You lock eyes Daniel, who shudders. "Come join us out back. We've been looking for some fun…" 

Daniel grins, turning to look at Gary, who nods, before the two get up. "We're going to go to the bathroom, but I know that no one will bother us out back…" Daniel says and you nod, watching the two walk away. 

You kiss Spencer's cheek, who hasn't said anything for a few minutes. "What do you think?"

"Daniel looks like me," Spencer whispers and you nod against his throat. "Is he yours?" 

"If I could," you say, and Spencer nods. "He looks so much like you baby. But no one could ever be you." You kiss his cheek before leaning back and grabbing something from your back pocket, before placing it in Spencer's hand, underneath the table. "Gary's big, but he'll squeal like a stuck pig if you stab him. You need strength, but once the blade gets past the epidermis, it'll be easy." 

Spencer whines, grinding down onto your lap, and you lick right under his jaw. "I know."

You smirk. "Reading about it and doing it are two very different things. Don't be afraid to ask for help." 

Spencer nods again and you squeeze his thigh, before pushing him up and making him pocket the knife. You grab him by the hand and lead him out back, where Daniel and Gary are already waiting. You grin and let go of Spencer, walking over to Daniel before pinning him to the wall of the alley. He moans underneath you, and you reach into your back pocket, grabbing your knife. You tilt your head and Daniel latches his lips to your neck, and you look over at Spencer. 

He's also pressed against the wall behind him, and he's being petted by Gary ever so gently. When the man turns to look at his partner, you lock eyes with Spencer and nod miniscule-y, before turning back to Daniel. You wait until Gary's eyes are off you, before grabbing your knife, and flicking it open, before stabbing it right underneath the young man's solar plexus. 

You feel that rush and shiver as you look over, and see Spencer doing the same thing. Gary looks like he's about to cry as he looks over at Daniel, but you grin, your cock starting to harden in your pants. You pull the knife out and drive it in again, and again, and again, and soon, Daniel can't hold himself up anymore, and you let him fall to the ground. 

Looking at Spencer, you see he still hasn't moved, has kept his knife right where he first stabbed it, and you notice Gary starting to get angry. You walk over and lean in so your lips are right next to Spencer's ear, and you whisper, "What do you think?" 

That seems to break Spencer from his spell and he moans beautifully, before pulling the knife out and plunging it in again. You reach down and grab his already hard cock through his pants, groping him through the thick jeans, and Spencer bucks up into your hand, stabbing Gary again. 

After three, the man is dead weight and he falls to the ground. You step around his body and put your knife away, before pressing Spencer into the wall and kissing him, flicking your tongue into his mouth as he ruts up against you. You slip your hand into his pants and start stroking his cock, he groans, but pushes you away. 

"We- oh yes! We can't leave any evidence," he says and you sigh, taking your hand from his pants. 

You kiss him before saying, "You're right. You're so smart. I love you so much."

"I love you too," Spencer says and you grin, holding out your hand. 

He puts his knife away and takes yours before you lead him out of the alley, leaving two dead bodies behind. 

–

"He's accelerating," Morgan says the next morning at the debrief. 

There was no talk from Morgan this morning about Spencer getting some. As much as you wanted to mark his neck, Spencer talked you down, stating that if he caught onto what you were doing, the others would notice by the hickeys alone. You conceded and just marked him below the collar. 

As Spencer thinks about this he presses his fingers into one of the bruises and has to bite his lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy. 

"Yeah, he is," Rossi says. "Could be he's devolving."

Hotch shakes his head. "If that were the case, the bodies would probably be more roughed up. Gary Jenkins and Daniel Espinoza knew each other. They were dating. If one saw the other go down, there would be a lot of defensive wounds."

"What are you sayin', Hotch?" Morgan asks. 

Before Hotch can reply, Spencer interrupts and says, "He's saying he thinks the unsub has a partner." 

Hotch nods and Rossi and Prentiss look at each other. "I can see that being a possibility, but we can't rule out that he's just that good," Prentiss says and everyone nods. 

"Here's a thought," Spencer says, and everyone looks over at him. "The unsub could be a woman. Usually stabbing creates a sexual response in men who can't normally get an erection, being able to penetrate a body without using the penis, but there's been no semen found at any of the crime scenes. The first one it rained after, but the others it didn't, and there should have been some evidence." 

Morgan and Rossi nod but Hotch frowns. "Could be, but we shouldn't scrap what we have now for that," Hotch says and Spencer sighs. 

"I think I have something!" Garcia exclaims, running into the conference room. 

–

"I want to kill my father," Spencer says that night as you are making dinner for him. 

You freeze in your movements before continuing, asking hesitantly, "Are you sure? If you do, you probably won't be able to go back to the BAU. We may have to run."

You hear Spencer get up and walk over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder. 

"Garcia found something, a surveillance camera at the end of the alley, the end we didn't walk through. But, they know there's two unsubs, and that one's Caucasian. They couldn't get a good read on you, but it's only a matter of time before you're found- before we're found out," Spencer explains and you nod, turning to lock your arms around his waist and kiss him deeply. 

"Okay, baby," you say, kissing him again. "Whatever you want, I'll provide. Anything."

Spencer grins and kisses you again.You feel him shiver as you move a hand from his hip to his lower back and you pull him in closer. "We'll get on the first flight out of here if that's what you want. Just you and me." 

Spencer nods. "We should do some planning, but I want that. I want to see the country, and not because some murder happened there." 

You grin. "I've always wanted to do a road trip of the country!" you exclaim and Spencer grins back, kissing you. 

"Me too." 

–

A week later sees you and Spencer on a cross country flight to Las Vegas, your apartment, car, and stuff all sold and liquidated into cash. You took as much money as you possibly could from your accounts and Spencer did the same. You both took your vacation time off from work. 

The rest of the BAU had been angry at Spencer, but understood his need to have his boyfriend meet his mother. There also haven't been any more murders in DC, which means their current back alley ripper case was currently cold. Hotch had approved it before he told the rest of the team. Spencer just didn't tell Hotch that you had already met his mother five years ago. 

The flight is long and cramped, but you and Spencer have each other, and that makes it worth it. You get to Vegas and as soon as you check into your motel, you fuck Spencer every way you can, wanting to feel every part of him, and needing to stretch after the long flight. Spencer wasn't complaining. 

But today was the day. 

Spencer's leg wouldn't stop bouncing in the taxi as you both made your way to his father's law firm. You don't know exactly what he did to Spencer as a child, but you know it was bad enough that he's still with you, willing to kill his own father to stay with you forever. You place a hand on his thigh and he looks over at you, nervousness written across his face like the headline of a newspaper. 

You lean in and kiss his cheek. "It will be okay. You can do this. And if you can't, I'll do it for you." 

He nods and you grin, kissing his cheek again before leaning back over into your seat, but you don't remove your hand from his leg. 

You arrive in front of the building and thank the cabbie, paying the fare and giving a tip before exiting the vehicle. You grab Spencer's hand and drag him into the brown brick building before he can turn around. You squeeze his hand and walk in, looking at the receptionist with a smile. 

He smiles at you, a large, fake smile that you know he practiced. "Hi! What can I do for you today?" 

You pull Spencer forward so he's standing next to you, and you ask sweetly, "Can you please tell Mr. William Reid that Doctor Spencer Reid, his son, is here to see him?" 

The man's eyes widen and he nods, picking up his phone and telling the man exactly that. You smile as he tells you what floor and room to go to, and Spencer is the one to drag you this time, going to the elevators. As soon as the door closes, you push him against the wall and kiss him. 

"We're so close, baby," you say, kissing him. 

He nods against your mouth before pulling back. "I love you." 

You grin. "I love you."

You give him a chaste kiss before pulling away right as the doors open, showing a long stretch of doors along a brown hallway. You and Spencer walk side by side to his father's door, and you knock. You grab Spencer's hand once more and the man squeezes your fingers, making you smile. 

The door opens, and William Reid is standing in front of you, eyes wide and mouth open. "So, you're the one who fucked up my baby for life," you say, and William blinks at you. It's just enough time for Spencer to draw his knife, and plunge it into his father's stomach, pushing him back into his office. The man lets out a strangled groan, and you walk into the office after Spencer, closing the door behind you. You look around and when you don't see a camera, you walk over to the desk, turning the laptop so it's pointing at Spencer and his father, and you hit record. 

Spencer brings both his hands up and slams them back down, plunging the knife into his father over and over, screaming out, "That's for telling me it's normal! That's for telling me to deal with it! That's for locking me in that dark room with nothing!" 

You flinch at that. Spencer can't be alone in the dark. You used to have a night light in every room so he wouldn't be scared. That makes your own anger flare up, and you walk over to the two men. Spencer is kneeling beside his father's chest, plunging the knife into him over and over again, drawing more and more blood. When he finally stops, panting heavily and leaning back on his feet, you grab his shirt and pull him to you, kissing him soundly, not caring about your pants being soaked through by the blood pooling around Spencer's father. 

You pull back before getting up, dragging Spencer with you, and you push everything but the laptop off the desk. You push Spencer face first onto it, freeing his cock from his pants and stroking him. It doesn't take long for Spencer to go from half hard to fully hard, and you pull down his pants, fishing a bottle of lube out of your coat. You make eye contact with the computer, and you coat your fingers in lube. You lean in and kiss Spencer's neck, still not breaking contact, as you insert one finger inside of Spencer, quickly adding another. Spencer moans loudly as you bite down on his pulse point, adding a third finger. You scissor him open, before opening your pants and taking out your cock, and slicking it up as well. You pull him to the edge of the desk, and slam into him in one go. 

He throws his head back and screams loudly, before leaning in and kissing you soundly. You move your eyes from the computer and close them, moaning at the feeling of Spencer's tight heat enveloped around your hard cock, and your hips stutter as you get closer to your release.

"Touch me! [Y/N] I need you to touch me," Spencer exclaims and you do as asked, using your already lubed hand to wrap it around Spencer's prick and start stroking him. He gasps and moans loudly into your mouth. 

"Spencer, baby I love you. So much," you say, and Spencer cries out, his body tightening, and his cum splashes on your hand and his shirt. 

When you feel Spencer clench around you, you cry out as well, making eye contact once again with the computer camera before you cum, filling Spencer with your seed. 

You pant and kiss him before slowly pulling out, your dick over sensitive and aching. You lean over Spencer, give the computer a wink, and end the recording, saving it to the desktop. 

"Baby," you pant, putting yourself back in your pants. "I want to see the Grand Canyon."

Spencer grins. "Have you never been?" he asks and you shake your head. His grin gets wider and he stands up, situating himself as well, before grabbing your hand. "Come on! We can take William's car!" You look in his desk drawer and grin, holding up his keys when you find them. 

That night, on a blanket next to the grand canyon, you and Spencer make love. 

–

Morgan and Prentiss walk into the crime scene, cringing at the amount of blood that has soaked into the white carpet. They walk over to the desk and look at the open laptop, clicking on the file in the middle of the screen. 

"😘.mov"

Prentiss throws up into the bin by the desk, and honestly, Derek wants to throw up too. 

[reidyoulikeabook]

15, 17 and 26 all from fluff!!! <3333333333

you asked and you shall RECEIVE my sweet avery! of course you pick out the very best combination of prompts, i'd expect no less <3

Ship: GN! Reader x Spencer Reid

Word count: .9k

Warnings: Kissing, general goofiness and cheesiness.

Prompts: #15 "Wow, you're photogenic."

#17 "Quick, kiss me!"

#26 "My lip gloss is all over your lips.”

A/N: I haven’t posted in an AGE and I won’t lie when I say this might not be my best work, but I was feeling writing for once so I tried! I’m going through a pretty rough mental time at the moment and I’m finding it hard to do much, but I wrote this! It’s technically part of the A-Z series, but works as a stand-alone :)

You've both worked up quite the sweat from your, admittedly too enthusiastic, dancing by the time you tumble your way into the photobooth. You'd been meaning to make a stop there all night but between the children (Aaron could probably wallpaper his entire house with pictures of the inside of Jack's nose, pressed right up against the camera), and the far reaching branches of Derek's family tree that yanked him outside for new mantelpiece photos at every opportunity, you just hadn't had the chance. Until now.

Giggling, you pull back the curtain. Almost tripping inside the booth, your interlocked fingers meaning Spencer is yanked in right along with you. He's laughing too. His nose scrunched, glasses comically far up, his face tinged pink with laughter, his hair damp and especially springy against his forehead.

"Sit down!" You chastise.

"Hold on!" He protests, trying to get himself comfortable in his seat. He pulls an odd face, one that involves contorting his mouth into a shape you’re not sure you’ve seen outside of the dentist office, flaring his nostrils, and frowning simultaneously.

And then, amongst the hububub, the camera flashes. Followed by the instant sound of whirring. Spencer frowns, reaching forward, but you lurch. Grabbing the picture and bringing it up to your line of sight, grinning, “Wow, you’re photogenic.”

“Give me that!”

You shake your head, tucking your arm behind your back, “Nope.”

“Please?” He pleads, pushing out his lower lip.

“Nope.”

He braces himself, his legs tensing under you.

He’s up to something.

You bring your right hand back to his chest, steadying yourself, “It’s going to go off again.”

He shakes his head, “The wait between the flashes is actually longer than you’d think because it accommodates for people leaving and getting readjusted in the booth, if it went off that fast there’d be a whole load of film that was just wasted-”

Flash.

His face tenses, startled, and you burst into another peel of laughter. Your thumb tracing along the line of his jaw, “Is that so Doctor Reid?”

“It’s usually longer!” He defends, his voice pitching upwards, “Morgan must have gotten a subpar photobooth.”

“Or maybe you just don’t know about photobooths.”

His eyebrows raise for a brief second, then dip back down to their original position, a conciliatory smile on his face, “I don’t actually know about photobooths. I was just making it up so you’d kiss me.”

“You want a picture of us kissing?”

His teeth worry at his bottom lip, and he takes pause. You take the opportunity to smile brightly at him, your eyes widening as you take in the entirety of his much too adorable, much too appealing, face staring up at you. A mixture of wonder and amazement in his eyes that almost makes you dizzy.

Spencer Reid, wanting photobooth kissing pictures.

“Well then quick, Spencer, you’d better kiss me.”

His face lights up: a smile reserved only for you, instinctively tilting his head up to be closer to you. You squeeze his chin affectionately between your thumb and forefinger, closing the gap between you that was filled only with warm air and quiet desire. His hand comes to the small of your back, on instinct, pressing you against him as his lips brush against yours. Lightly, at first, just testing out the water. Gentle and affectionate, and then harder. Chasing his mouth as he slumps into the seat, pulling you further into his lap.

Flash.

It knocks you off kilter, surprising you. A laugh reverberates through his throat and into your mouth, eliciting a very similar reaction from you. His face is scrunched up with joy as he pulls back, laughing, “That’s kind of a mood killer.”

“There’s a reason you don’t put strobe lights in the bedroom.”

“I think I might have to concede you know more about photobooths than me,” He smiles, his arms looped around your waist, his head pressing into your neck.

“My lip gloss is all over your lips,” You chastise half-heartedly, “I’ll be covered in it.”

He presses a series of delicate kisses along the line of your collarbone, coming to the hollow of your throat. You feel him speak as much as you hear it, “I think it looks good anywhere on you.”

“You would,” You tease, running your fingers lightly through his hair, which has been carefully gelled for the occasion.

He sighs, contentedly. It’s nice, really, to have the time to yourself. Penelope and Derek’s special day has been in the making for a month, and as much as it’s a glorious occasion the lead-up (including the 6am start to the day) has been a whirlwind. It’s nice to take pause.

It’s especially nice to imagine Spencer at your own wedding. He looks gorgeous in a proper suit, even letting you pick out a tie that matched your outfit.

Wonder if he’ll look this beautiful at our wedding.

Don’t be silly. Even more so.

You smile to yourself, tightening your arms around him.

Flash.

Despite the work that went into acquiring the kiss, the photo that ends up on your mantelpiece in a frame is the last one. The biggest smile on Spencer’s face, accompanied by a look of pure peace. His arms securing you to him, and your own looped around to hold him close. The look in your eyes, the softness of the features of your face, as you look at him in that picture? It makes him feel more sure of your love for him than anything in this world. And maybe, just maybe, he gets Penelope to make a copy for his wallet.

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[spookydrreid]

Cuffed

Summary: An explanation on why Spencer and Y/N aren't allowed to use work cuffs for their sexual escapades. 

Content Warnings: Implied smut, handcuffs 

Word Count: 434 (short little blurb)

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The first incident was excusable. Spencer left the cuffs at home after they’d been called in during particular activities. Also known as y/n being cuffed to their ceiling as a punishment.  They made up the excuse that they were rushing. And Hotch bought it. They made sure not to send Spencer alone and gave him a few zip ties just in case he was separated from the team and made an arrest.

The second incident forced y/n and Spencer to come clean about what they do in their free time. And not just to Hotch, that wouldn’t have been as bad. No, they had to tell Strauss as well. Because this time, Spencer work cuffs had broken. One of them breaking from being pulled on so much by y/n. Spencer tried to fix them, claiming his doctorate in Engineering would come in handy. Spoiler alert, it didn’t.

So, Spencer was given a new pair and sent on his way. Both very embarrassed and very turned on. They kept the broken pair in their bedroom as a little reminder to be more careful.

And then… it happened again. But this time with her handcuffs. The snap of mental coming from behind Spencer shocked the both of them. Him more so because he didn’t know he was strong enough. Her because she knew she was going to have to explain why hers were now broken. Spencer, again tried to fix them, but the teeth inside had snapped from his tugging.

“Hotch is going to kill us, Spencer!” She cried.

“Shit… well, I don’t know. He’s pretty into this stuff so maybe he’ll understand if I explain it to him? Maybe if I throw in some facts on why it’s more arousing, he just won’t make us go in front of Strauss? You know how everyone gets when I fact dump.” She could see the hopefulness in his pretty brown eyes.

But that ended up not being the case.

“I’m not going to make you explain your sexual escapades to our boss. I’m just going to give you alone pair. But I swear to God you two; if these break you aren’t getting another pair. And I’ll have to confiscate them all together.” Hotch’s voice was stern, a solid warning.

But it didn’t stop them… not even in the slightest. Now, it was gentle reminders not to pull to hard, and to use rope more. And it worked… for a while.

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[emmys-writing]

Dominant in Training

Chapter two

<-Chapter one • chapter three ->

warnings: cumming in pants, sir kink kinda, grinding, fuckin in the office

pairing: Hotch x Reid

This morning was the last straw though. When he made his way into work that morning he went straight to the mini kitchen, poured himself a coffee before turning around and watching hotch's eyes go wide when he realized Spencer was also in there. It didn’t take him long before he ran out of there like a coward. Spencer went back to his desk and pouted, sipping at his unbelievably sugared coffee and letting a small whimper out after burning his tongue. He stuck it out slightly to cool it off and huffed. It was one thing after another and it only fueled the anger bubbling inside him. Before Spencer could take a moment to even consider what he was doing he got up and stormed his way through the bullpen as much as he could without causing suspicion and worry from his friends and coworkers before throwing open Hotch's office door. Hotch looked up from his paperwork at the loud intrusion and immediately straightened up.

“Dr. Reid, get back to wor-“

“Oh i’m Dr. Reid now? pretty formal title for someone who had their dick in your mouth” Spencer shot back. He was furious that Aaron wouldn’t even let him talk. Aaron sighed and rubbed his jaw a little.

“Fine. What do you want, Spencer?” He said, defeated. He was trapped, no way to avoid the uncomfortable conversation he knew was ahead.

“Why are you avoiding me? I get if you don’t wanna talk about it but can we at least go back to how it was before? I-I don’t want to lose anyone else..” He said getting quieter at the end and sniffling.

Too many people have left Spencer and the last thing he needs right now is another person abandoning him. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing that he pushed him away. Hotch took a deep breath and stood up and although they were close in height, it still made Spencer feel small and vulnerable the way the older man looked at him. He looked at him like he was naive, innocent, oblivious even...but he wasn’t! Spencer knew what he was getting into. He was a fully grown adult but Hotch made him feel like he wasn’t, like he was some naive little kid with a silly little crush on their history teacher. Aaron took a few steps further towards him and backed him into a corner. The look in the man's eyes was desperate, for what? he wasn’t sure but he wanted something.

“Spencer.. you’re so much younger than me and deserve better, I also am your superior. What we did the other night was unbelievably inappropriate!” Hotch explained with anger evident in his tone.

“So are you telling me you didn’t like it?”

“That’s not what i’m saying and you know it”

“Then why stop? Why should your age and status have anything to do with us just indulging in pleasure?” Spencer knew just from Aaron’s actions that he wanted it but the slightly growing bulge in his pants wasn’t helping Aaron’s argument either.

They stared at each other for a moment, Spencer's mouth agape slightly and Hotch's lips pressed in a thin line. Although, it didn’t take long before Aaron grabbed Spencers face in his large hands and slammed his lips against the young man. It took spencer by surprise and his response was delayed by shock but it didn’t take long for the actions to be reciprocated. Aaron moved from his mouth to the pale, soft neck and left sloppy wet kisses everywhere he could.

“A-Aaron, fuck mmmm the w-window” Spencer struggled to get out the words because the sensation was so pleasurable. He hadn’t been touched this way since he last saw Ethan. Ethan taught him things… how to behave, how to be a good boy, and how to please others. Now Spencer hoped to do it for his boss as well… only how to be a dominant, not a submissive. Aaron pulled away and walked to the window, shutting the blinds with an annoyed sigh and locking the door. If someone came to knock on the door he would deal with it later, the problem in his pants was much more important at this very moment. Aaron swiftly walked back over to Spencer and went to press his lips against his again before Spencer took some of the little control he had left and pushed hotch on the small couch in the office. He sat on top and straddled his waist before leaning in again to resume the heated makeout session. Aaron reached his hand up and tangled it in Spencer's hair, tugging at it softly but to his surprise Spencer let out a loud moan.

“Fuck- do that again please!” He pleaded and leaned his head into the other man's grip some more. Aaron repeated his previous actions only a tad bit harder this time which caused Spencer to become louder than before.

“Shit you like that?” Hotch rasped and felt his own cock twitch in his pants. Spencer nodded, whining and ground his cock against the other, the fabric between them providing friction and making both men moan. Aaron thrusted up and rolled his hips to try and elicit another moan from the boy. It was like music to his ears. Spencer's moans were high pitched but not ear piercing, insanely desperate and even a little raspy. It was perfectly Spencer. With their groins pressed together it was causing both of them to become closer to their own releases.

“I- I ah! Fuck! are you close?” Aaron panted out, looking up at the beautiful boy above him.

“Yes sir” And that’s all it took for Aaron’s hips to stutter and him to finish in his pants with Spencer climaxing not long after. He collapsed on top of Aaron, trying to slow his heavy breathing down. The two rode out their aftershocks before Spencer let out a small chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?” Hotch chuckled, his chest heaving and rubbing the younger boys back gently.

“You have a sir kink” He giggled and sat up a bit, looking down at the confused expression on his boss’ face.

“A sir kink?”

“Yes.”

“Hm. I guess I do…”

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[anothermansjeans]

And Every Lifetime...

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: reader wakes up next to spencer on her birthday

word count: .3k

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @laurnrnlds!!!!! ahhh i love you, rose, and i hope you have an amazing day!! and this is 100% dedicated to you <333

masterlist

A soft breeze floated across Y/N’s skin, causing a chill to run up her arms as she woke up. Today marked another year, another year older, and another year she’d get to spend with the man pressed up behind her.

Birthdays were never really like this for her. She’d normally get up, go to work, and thank everyone who had sent her messages throughout the day. She never had someone to spend it with— she never had someone like Spencer Reid.

She could have laid there for hours, basking in the warmth from not only the sun, but also Spencer, but with the slight movement coming from behind her, she couldn’t deny that she was excited to be with the man she loved.

“Happy Birthday”, the soft yet raspy tone of his voice filled her ear as they lay out on the bed, legs tangled in bedsheets, arms wrapping tighter around her waist.

It took one look over her shoulder to see the sleepy grin plastered on his face, and she couldn’t help but feel warmth spread throughout her body, sending butterflies to her stomach. This was the man she got to wake up to on her birthday, this was the man who held her all night long, making her feel nothing but safe. This was the man who made her happy every second of the day. “Thank you, Spencer.”

He let out a soft hum, nuzzling his face on her shoulder blade before placing delicate kisses. “I want to take you to that lake by the park. I was reading there the other day and thought you’d like it.”

Her soft smile slowly widened and she hugged his arms closer around her waist, “that sounds absolutely perfect.” She carefully turned her body over, now facing him, seeing the soft brown eyes focus on her. “Did you know I love you?”

The crinkles by his eyes became apparent as his smile broadened. “Did you know that I love you too?”

It was crazy how she did in fact know that, but still questioned how someone so amazing as him could love someone as simple as she felt.

“You show me every day”, she said, voice quiet and soft as she brushed a curl out of his eyes.

“And I will continue to show you every day, every birthday, and every lifetime.”

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[meganskane]

fan fic writer appreciation <3

i got this idea from @virgo-gf where i share the masterlist of some of my favorite fanfic writers and friends (if they have one bc there are some who don’t have one)

there’s a lot of people i’ll have included bc i love u all so so soooo much so bare w/ me LMAOO

@ssa-m-187 — masterlist

@homoose — masterlist

@jareids — masterlist

@willowrose99 — masterlist

@spookydrreid — masterlist

@spencers-dria — masterlist

@goldentournesol — masterlist

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[inactive-luv]

i cant stop thinking about spencer being called to a case but he stays for a few minutes to sleep with u (sfw) and he ends up being late

ANON YOURE BRILLIANT and hes all sleepy and you smell good and the bed is warm and ugh now i wanna go to sleep

...

Five Minutes: 428 words

cw: like two swear words but other than that nothing

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Spencer woke up to the painfully similar sound of his phone ringing. His eyes barely staying open under the weight of his eyelids before he turned to the side of his bed and read the clock; 2:27.

He groaned at the weight of his whole body working against him, to keep him in his warm bed, but he persisted and declined a call to text message.

Spencer: Hey, Y/N's still asleep I'll be there in fifteen minutes.

And while he tried his best to creep out of bed unbeknownst to her, she shuffled at the empty feeling next to her. He looked at the moonlight against her cheek and the peaceful image on her face. He saw her breath rise and fall so innocent before he found himself crawling back into bed with her.

Five more minutes.

He told himself those three words like a mantra, settling behind her back drawing his hands around her waist. Five more minutes and he'd get ready for work.

Five minutes passed and he was still in bed, his hand playing with her hair while his other stroked her stomach. Her shampoo and natural scent wafting through his nose gently swaying him to sleep.

Fifteen minutes pass and his phone rings, soft enough as to stay unnoticed for another five minutes before Y/N woke up to use the bathroom and heard a soft buzzing on her boyfriend’s dresser.

She shuffled around just for Spencer's arms to grip around her tighter. "Your phone's buzzing sleepyhead." She whispered before shoving his hands off her stomach.

He lazily rose his head, his hair disheveled from tossing and nudging himself closer to her. "Shit." He whispered, turning to the end of the bed and picking up his ringing phone.

"Shit! I missed five calls!" He spoke, rushing to his dresser and hastily pulling out a shirt and pants. Y/N turned and figured she could help by picking out a tie for him.

Spencer hurriedly pulled o his pants and tried to tie his tie as his phone rang again. He was more fleet to answer this time, his other hand running through his hair. "Hi Morgan,"

"Yes, I know. Yes, I know."

"What?! God Morgan no we just slept!"

Y/N laughed hearing Derek chuckle on the other line and brought Spencer a brush as he struggled to run his fingers through his tangled hair.

Spencer was surprisingly swift to get out of his house this time, breaking his record of eight minutes down to five. And Y/N fell back asleep to the thought of Spencer Reid.

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[wheelsup]

okay but can you imagine spencer washing your hair for you?

like, i never (ever) let anyone (at all) touch my hair, but i feel like he'd be really gentle about it, and there is just something so soft and tender to me about the idea of washing someone's hair for them 🥺

that’s my dream <3 ik you didnt specifically ask for a blurb but i think about this very often. i wrote two versions of this, but this one (with two bickering best friends who are v much in love) won my heart. 

wc: 1.6k   contains: friends (to crushes, maybe ;) ), injured reader. gn!reader

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“Spence, I promise you that I can do it by myself,” you huffed, attempting to yank off your tank top as you walked toward the hotel bathroom, using only one arm while trying to keep the other as still as possible.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you didn’t sound like you were going to cry,” he snickered, following hot on your trail as you tried to escape his hovering. 

“You’re being dramatic.” 

“Oh really? Lift your arm up, then.” He leaned his hip against the marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to do it. One obnoxiously smug eyebrow arched on his forehead.

Sometime during the case, you’d gotten into a brief tousle with a suspect, who just had to run away when approached. If Morgan had been there, you wouldn’t have even batted a lash, but he wasn’t. So not only had you detained him by yourself, you also wound up with a minor pulled muscle in your shoulder. 

You shot him a sarcastic smile, toothless and irritated, and raised your right arm into the air. He let out an airy scoff. 

“Other one, smart ass.”

Your arm dropped down to your side, your smile falling with it as you turned sharply towards the shower. 

“Look, I’m disgusting right now. So either I suck it up and shower, or you’re going to smell me until the day we solve this case.”

Spencer’s nose crinkled at the gross truth. He wasn’t ungentlemanly enough to tell you, but sharing a bed with a coworker was quite a quick way to discover if they were in need of a shower or not. Your shoulder might be out of service, but both of you could agree that hygiene was a bigger priority. 

“You can’t even move. Just… just let me help you.”

You snorted. “Nice try, Reid. I’m not letting you shower with me.”

He rolled his eyes at your use of his last name. You only called him that when you were annoyed with him. He pushed off the counter and turned to the wall, hitting the light switch and earning a shriek from you as the room suddenly went dark. 

“I won’t look,” he shrugged, amusing no one but himself. 

“You’re a clown, you know that?” you muttered under your breath, drawing back the shower curtain and fumbling around, searching for the knobs in pitch black. “Absolutely fucking theatrical.” 

You found them moments later and ran the water, testing the temperature on the back of your hand. By the time it went from cold to warm, you noticed that he still hadn’t moved. From the sliver of light peeking under the door, you could make out just his silhouette in the corner, perched on the vanity. 

He was being stubborn about this. That, and the comforting fact that you couldn’t see a single thing –– thankfully, not even his face –– wore you down.

“Close your eyes,” you murmured. 

“It’s already pitch black in here ––”

“Close your eyes, Reid.”

Sighing through his nose, he did just that. To make sure you knew it, and also maybe just to be annoying, he made a show of getting off the counter and turning himself around to face the wall. You peeled out of your clothes as quickly as you could. In the process, you caught the long shower curtain under the heel of your foot and, as you stumbled over it, accidentally dragged it along, sending the metal curtain hooks screeching as they slid along the bar.  

The second you found your ground, you immediately shot daggers into the back of Spencer’s head, waiting for him to make a joke. As if he could feel them, he bit back his quip. Not without letting a barely contained cackle slip under his breath. 

“Okay,” you warned, stepping into the shower. Grabbing the end of the shower curtain, you pulled it tightly over your body to cover yourself as you poked your chin out to talk to him. “I’m in.”

Spencer turned and approached the shower, eyes still shut with his hands out in front of him, feeling the walls for guidance. He was still mocking you for making him close his eyes. You raised your brows; he must’ve thought he was quite funny. 

“You look like Velma when she loses her glasses.”

That knocked the funny bone right out of him. His hands dropped to his sides.

“Just get your hair wet and hand me the shampoo.” 

You drew the curtain shut again as you dipped your head under the shower stream, coming back moments later with sopping wet hair and a little bottle of complimentary hotel shampoo. 

He let you sit on the floor of the bathtub, just slightly removed from the spray of the water. Your back was to him, as he kneeled down on the tile floor, just outside of the bathtub so he didn’t have to get wet. You bent your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them.

Spencer first pushed up the sleeves of his sweater as far as he could before deciding to remove it altogether for the sake of protecting the wool against stray water. The cuffs of his work shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows as he got to work.

Taking a healthy quarter-sized amount of shampoo into his palm, he lathered it between his hands before running soapy fingers through your scalp. The pads of his fingertips softly dug in as he carefully massaged the shampoo in.

When he started working his fingers in patterns, putting pressure near your temples and increasing it as he dragged them up the curve of your scalp, you let your eyes close. He was getting rid of a headache you didn’t even realize you had. 

The tension you’d been carrying in your shoulders eased a little, and it made him think about how much you probably needed this. One of his hands came down to massage the muscle between your neck and your good shoulder, knowing it was best to just let the hot water do its magic on the bad one. 

When the shampoo had been sufficiently lathered, he stood up and detached the shower head, bringing it down to you so you didn’t have to move. You leaned your head back for him as he carefully rinsed the soap out.

You weren’t going to ask, but thank God Spencer told you to hand him the conditioner next. This, he slathered all over the ends of your hair, making sure all of it was sufficiently covered in conditioner before loosely twisting it into a low, makeshift pony for you. 

“Mm. I was about to ask how you’re so good at haircare,” you chuckled lowly to yourself, in a half-sleepy voice with your forehead resting on your knees. Dangerously close to falling asleep. “Then I remembered what you used to look like.”

You had a lazy smile on your face just thinking about the days where Spencer’s hair used to be down to his shoulders. He looked so pretty like that (not that he didn’t look pretty now, too), you always wondered why he got rid of it. 

“Remember when I got shot in the knee?” he hummed, returning to work your shoulder. He adorned a tiny smile of his own as he started to reminisce. “You came by my house at least once a week. Brought me meals, watched movies with me. Helped distract me from the pain. Even drove me to my physical therapy appointments.” 

You mm-hmm’d that you remembered.

“You pretty much did everything shy of helping me bathe. Though, I feel like you would’ve helped with that, too, if I asked.”

You both laughed at that. You hadn’t really noticed the parallels of your situation, being injured and needing his help for once. He was happy to repay the favor. 

“I’ll, uh. Let you wash your body yourself,” he said, coming out of his daydream for a moment. He rinsed his hands off and got up, patting down his wet hands on his trousers. With one nod from you to confirm that you’d be able to do it, he quickly exited the bathroom to give you privacy. 

You emerged seventeen minutes later, clad in pajamas with towel-dried hair. Spencer was still awake as you crawled onto the bed beside him, more than ready for bed after that. He looked to the side to ask you how the rest of your shower was, and before he could get it out, you shuffled up next to him, winding one arm around his and resting your head on his chest.

“I take it you had a good shower?” he laughed. This was one of his “I told you so” moments, and for once, you didn’t mind it. 

“Mhm,” you smiled, chuckling behind it as you shut your eyes. You were falling asleep fast. “Spence, the scalp massage…” 

“Was good, right?” he boasted, inflating his own ego a bit. 

You nodded against his shoulder, not caring if you helped blow up his ego another two sizes. Burrowing deeper into the covers, nestling tighter against Spencer, you got one more quip in before falling asleep. “S’good that I think I have a crush on you now.” 

Joke or not, he pulled the blanket higher until it reached your chin, holding you with both arms and kissing the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

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[will-on-the-internet]

Writing Notice, Please Read!

Please read for some important updates for this blog!

Hiya! I'm kinda bummed to tell you this, but I've decided to take a little break from writing for the time being. I've been struggling with keeping up with uni, and with my ongoing health and disability issues, my sleep schedule is out of whack, my mental health is all over the place and I think I just need some time to reset.

May is also essay/exam time for my honours course, and I have assignments set all throughout that month, going until May 31st. And I need to do well on these assignments to move onto the next part of my honours course.

Now, I do have some small pieces lined up, mainly Spencer Reid x Reader, Aaron Hotchner x Reader and maybe even a Hotchreid piece in the works, as well as a good couple of requests and a big lot of mood boards to do for my 800 celebration. And I'm going to try and get those out as soon as I can, but please take note that right now, these aren't a priority. However, I do have them on my list of things to do, and I promise you I haven't forgotten!

I'm hoping to be back writing full time in June, and please, feel free to keep sending requests in, they'll be great for when I come back to writing. And I won't be leaving tumblr either, I just won't be posting my own content as much, maybe once a week if we're lucky. I'll still be interacting, answering asks (because I love doing that) and talking to friends. And if anything changes, I'll be sure to let you know.

I've posted some links down below for my Writing Challenge that is open to everyone, as well as my Criminal Minds taglist, in case anyone wanted to join for when I write more frequently again.

TAGLIST WRITING CHALLENGE

Thank you for reading, if you did, and I hope to be back to full capacity soon! I love you, and thank you for all the support you've given my page.

Will x

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[x-reader-theater]

You asked for ideas and I have too many to count

What about a Reid x Reader where they both work for the BAU. But the thing is, both of them are unsubs, partners in crime if you will. The crime can be anything. From fraud to murder, you're the creator so you should decide. But imagine the team catching the two in the middle of a crime, ugh their reactions would be perfect😍

Am I just the unsub reader person now? Because, I will absolutely be lollll. I actually have a super long unsub reader sic coming out soon for @luvofyourlifeliv 's 500 follower celebration, so be on the lookout for that! I just finished it today so I'm waiting for my editor to take a look at it before I post anything :3

[reidyoulikeabook]

i realise this is not a follower count people usually do a celebration for BUT i felt like it would be nice and bring some joy since i haven't done a celebration since 1k (i AM still working on the blurbs for that!!)

so, to celebrate, i'm opening my requests specifically for any a-z concepts you might want to see! you can tell me episodes/concepts/conversations you'd like to see happen in the a-z universe and i'll make them into blurbs/oneshots/we'll discuss them :) you can also request morcia things for this since they're canon in that universe!

ADDITIONALLY, in a fashion that is very much inspired by some of my faves ( @homoose @ellesgreenaway & @meganskane included) i'm going to be doing a writing challenge!!

all entries will be reblogged with tags from me, and added to a masterlist that i'll pop onto my main masterlist!!

you have until july 25th to submit, and the guidelines are as follows:

the piece must be between 500 and 5k words (i'm a dilligent MA student though so you can get 10% leniency)

a stand alone piece (i.e. not part of a series i need to read to understand context!)

can be any genre HOWEVER please don't submit anything with an ending where spencer dies OR they fall out of love with each other (the former makes me sad and the latter is a Big Anxiety thing for me!)

must use the prompt: 'i've had some time to think about it'

tag me and use the #reidingyoulikeabook to make sure i definitely see it :)

i'll aim to reblog and add tags to all entries within a week!!

tagging some mutuals who might want to participate!! @ellesgreenaway @ssa-m-187 @spencerreidat3am @reidingmelodies @mercy-burning @wheelsup @candlesandsoftrain @alltooreid @meganskane @luvofyourlifeliv @jareids @hercleverboy @reidsnose (but there's no pressure!!)

[mousewithpinkshoes]

Garvez fic sneak peek

I was dared to post a snippet by @onlinescrabblegame and @luvofyourlifeliv so here you go!! 

This is part of my undercover AU fic, it’s gonna be super angsty and dramatic. This snippet is my retelling of the events of 15x5, where Matt and Luke are kidnapped- enjoy!!

Being tied up in a dark warehouse really made you think about your life. 

Luke felt ridiculous even as that observation crossed his mind, but it was true. As he sat there, fidgeting on the ass-numbingly cold concrete, he couldn’t help but wonder about seemingly inconsequential things.

Like the conversation he'd had with Matt that morning, about how he made the time to spend with his wife. He'd been having the same fight with Lisa over and over again about how busy he was with work, and the things Matt had told him hadn't helped much. It wasn't that he didn't try to make the time for his relationship, he just had so much going on- having two dogs to take care of made it hard for him to prioritise.

Now, though… sitting in the dark, it was a little bit easier to recognise the truth; he found it hard to make time with Lisa because he didn't really care about having time with her- not the way he knew he should care.

None of that would matter if he didn’t make it out of there alive, so he braced himself against the pillar behind him and, with Matt's help, they both struggled to their feet.

Before they had much of a chance to come up with a solid plan, Chaycon and his partner reappeared, and it was clear he wanted to take his chance to gloat.

“Is there anything you want me to tell your girl, when I see her?” Chaycon quipped, a menacing grin on his face.

Instantly, Luke’s mind flashed with images of blonde hair, a sunshine smile and the teasing lilt of a voice calling him ‘newbie’. A cold ball of dread coiled in his stomach, and he clenched his jaw hard to prevent an outburst. He wasn’t about to give Chaycon the satisfaction of knowing his words had gotten to him.

“Bastard” He ground out, spitting on the ground at his feet, later he’ll realise that he didn’t think of Lisa, even though he should’ve. Later, he’ll wonder when exactly Penelope became someone he considered ‘his’. 

Luke vaguely heard Chaycon repeat the same question to Matt, but his ears were ringing- he wasn’t sure whether it was because of the grenade from earlier or the blinding rage he felt.

“I will take as much care with them, as my boys are about to take with you” Chaycon all but laughed. Luke’s thoughts raced back to Penelope, the very notion of Louie laying even a finger on her made him want to tear his throat out.

A few hours later, Chaycon was dead, the Rolling Devils were practically disbanded, and Luke was on the jet nursing his bruises with a glass of scotch. His mind was still racing, but for the moment he was just glad to have both Matt and Tara by his side, safe and sound.

He knew he needed to have a difficult conversation with Lisa, and sooner rather than later- he couldn’t stay in a relationship with her when he knew he had feelings for someone else. It simply wasn’t fair, to either of them.

“What’s going on in that noggin, Luke?” Tara asked, knocking her knee against his with a grin.

He laughed, shaking his head in an effort to clear it; “just the usual, thinking about how long it’s gonna take for the bruises on my face to disappear. It makes the girls at the doggy daycare nervous when I show up visibly injured.”

“You take your dogs to a place called doggy daycare?” She asked, incredulous, and he shrugged. 

“It’s good for them to not be at my place alone whenever I’m working, and they get to spend time around other dogs. Don’t judge.”

“I’m not judging! I just think it’s adorable that ex-army ranger tough guy Luke Alvez takes his fur babies to daycare on a regular basis.” She snorted, “I respect it.”

Luke just rolled his eyes, “yes, they are my furry children.”

Thankfully their playful banter succeeded in lifting the leftover tension on the plane from the stressful day. The rest of their flight home passed comfortably, if a little more quiet than usual.

Back at the office, as soon as the elevator doors opened the team was greeted by their very own, extremely relieved, technical analyst. She descended on them in a flurry of wild hair and frantic babbling, hugging Tara so fiercely she was almost knocked off her feet.

“I am so happy to see you all, I’m glad you’re okay!” She exclaimed, squeezing Tara’s shoulders before turning to hug Matt, who let out a surprised laugh but patted her on the back.

“Thank you, for helping to find us.” Matt murmured, an audible lump in his throat.

By the time she let go of Matt, the rest of the team had wandered to the bullpen, leaving just Luke behind. Patting him on the shoulder, Matt walked away as well, and then the two of them were alone.

For a moment, Penelope just looked at him, some unidentifiable emotion dwelling in her eyes. Then, she shuffled forward and enveloped him in a hug, resting her forehead on his shoulder and inhaling slowly.

Luke smiled, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. He could feel the slight hitch in her breath that told him she had been a lot more scared than she would ever let on, but he knew better than to say anything.

Finally she stepped back, brushing her hand lightly over the bruises on his face with a frown. Luke smiled to reassure her.

“So you really do like me, huh?” He asked, a hint of teasing in his voice, and she laughed quietly.

“I’m glad you’re not dead,” she mumbled, biting her lip. Then she smiled, “newbie.”

[inactive-luv]

i just know spencer has a comitment kink. like when you first move in together he is ALL over you like fucking you everywhere omg

so true dearest anon, so fucking true. oh god all the milestones just make him so happy and so hot he’s constantly kissing you and touching you even after like, a two month anniversary of the first time he gave you a tissue lmao

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Domestic Bliss: 513 words

cw: multiple mentions of sex, making out/hickeys, unprotected sex, penetrative sex

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First, he interrupted you in your shower, his hands dragging themselves down your wet body while you collided chest to chest. Then he was thrusting into you on your kitchen counter until your food got cold. Now here you were emptying a load of laundry from your dryer when you heard his feet behind you and saw him standing in the doorway.

He took your face in his hands, fingertips gently pressing against your cheeks despite the animalistic passion that pulled your whole body, which felt like jelly under his grasp. His lips weren't on yours yet, your faces inches away, not yet granted the satisfaction of the collision you begged for.

When you leaned in slightly, he took his chance and practically pounced onto you. Your body was flush against his while your backside pressed against the dryer, empty of your shared sweaters and mismatched socks but Spencer pulled his hand up to the settings anyway.

"What are you doing?" You whispered before he had started the machine and lifted you on top of it with ease.

Oh.

You thought to yourself as you felt the dryer vibrate underneath you.  Your eyes fluttered slightly as you ground your core down onto the metal. Your mouth opened, dripping with Spencer's name before it quickly closed around his tongue.

"Spencer," you mumbled, needing to breathe before you became reduced to only your mouth and core. Not that you'd mind if that meant Spencer's tongue intertwined with you.

His lips collided with the free skin of your neck, his mouth gently sucking at the softness before it turned purple and coarse under his teeth. Every collision of his mouth on your skin made you whine and groan under his touch, your fingers in his hair pulling and pushing, making him bite harder.

You absentmindedly lifted your hips from your seat and closer to Spencer's growing appendage, but instead of getting the friction you craved so dearly, his hands moved from your waist to your hips to jerk your body back onto the dryer.

"Ah!"

You shrieked out when at the same time, the machine's vibrations hit your clit and shook your whole body. You felt him smile against your collar bone while your head flew back and your eyes shut closed.

"Spencer- Spencer- Spencer- Please!"

You groaned out before he answered your pleads and moved his hands to your pants. Despite his evident need for you, his hands were sweet in sliding your panties off along with your sweatpants. Then he brought his hands to his own waistband and shoved his bottoms down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

Spencer took his time making you as desperate as possible. With his cock in his hand he slid his head along your wet and aching slit. “Oh!” You whimpered making him smile before slipping his tip inside of you.

The minimum of his body stretching you out made you wince before opening your eyes to watch him stare at your face. It was obvious he was looking for signs of pain before you smiled and whispered, “Deeper.”

SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS ILL MAYBE MAKE A PART TWO LATER TODAY

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[wheelsup]

Ok here's a concept dad spencer always bringing the baby to sleep with them even if she's not crying. And the reader disapproving because she knows that's the start of a bad habit.

this is 🥺the sweetest thing in the world. big man + tiny baby.

wc: just under 1k cw: spencer reid x fem!reader

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“You’re encouraging a bad habit, you know,” you sighed as Spencer peeled back the comforter from his side of the bed. For the severalth time that week, with your baby tucked securely in one of his arms, her space-themed sleep onesie matching his pajama bottoms. 

“No I’m not,” he pouted, climbing under the covers after carefully putting her down. “Besides, this little pumpkin isn’t capable of having bad habits.” He ruffled the wispy hairs on her head, earning a high giggle as she squirmed under the sheets between the two of you.

“I’m not talking about her,” you laughed, “I’m talking about you.” Spencer took offense to that.

“I do not have a bad habit,” he gasped, covering her tiny ears with his hands. He couldn’t let her hear those words and believe he was doing something wrong by having her by his side. “She wanted to sleep here. She was crying.” 

“Oh, really? She wanted to?” you raised your brows, leaning your face into his to challenge him. You bet that he couldn’t tell you that again while looking you in the eyes. “Or did you sneak into her room, steal her from her crib and bring her here because you wanted to?”

Spencer, a man of six feet of height, got impossibly small under your all-knowing stare. He sank deeper into the bed, drawing the plush white duvet up to his chin and hiding until all you could see were his eyes. Large, pouty, and full of guilt. 

“I knew it.”

“Come on! She’s only gonna stay this small for so long,” he reasoned. To make his (adorable) case, he grasped one of her legs and gave it a little wiggle, showing you how tiny she still was. And then both of them were giving you an undeniable set of puppy eyes, begging to let her stay. 

“Spencer Walter Reid, you cannot keep pulling her out of her own bed,” you sighed. Your actions said something else as you put one hand over her warm belly and hugged her closer. “One of you is going to take it really hard when she gets old and we can’t do this anymore.”

And though you meant Spencer, truthfully it could be either of them. While Spencer was thoroughly (and overly) attached, so was she. 

She’d notice if he wasn’t home for a day, and cry all the time until she saw his face. If he couldn’t make it happen by picking up a video call, then you’d have to hold up photos of him to trick her into thinking he was there.When he was home, she’d follow him everywhere. Crawling right alongside him while he was folding laundry, curiously peering into the basket, or sitting on the kitchen counter and being his sous-chef (sneaking cheerios from the box) while he cooked (prepared bowls of cereal). 

But Spencer got her accustomed to one habit already, and it was the root of the attachment issue. 

She discovered that, on the nights he was home, he would always be the one to come comfort her when she cried in the middle of the night. (For two reasons: one, he didn’t even have the willpower to try the ‘cry it out’ method, and two, to make up for all the three-a.m’s you’d have to do this while he was gone). 

You were convinced she started timing herself to only cry when he was home. Maybe even fibbed it, a little (a trait she surely learned from him) because as soon as he came to see if she needed anything – a bottle, a diaper change – she’d stop. She’d gotten her end goal the moment he walked into her room, which was just to have him there. 

He’d stay with her as long as she wanted, which would be all night long. After a few nights of accidentally falling asleep in her rocking chair and waking up with back pain, he found it was easier just to bring her into your bed. And she loved it. 

Spencer warmed even more as he watched you play with her, tapping softly on her belly with your fingertips. “See how much you love this?” he smiled, feeling like his case was made on why she should always sleep next to you.  

“You’re gonna make me the bad guy, eventually,” you mumbled, sticking your bottom lip out as you focused on her getting drowsier.

As much as you did love having her with you, you had to be the voice of reason. He was setting a precedent of caving in and you knew it would eventually become a problem right around the time she turned into a toddler. You could picture the tantrums now, and picture him giving in to every little whim of hers, with you ending up as the one who has to say no all the time.  

“Nuh-uh.” He scooped her up and placed her on your chest so you could cradle her. “When she gets older, I’ll stop,” he promised, pressing a kiss onto your temple. 

You chuckled lowly, rolling onto your side with the baby on her back next to you. “No, you won’t.” There’s no way he’d ever be able to resist giving her anything she wanted.  It was cute that he believed he’d even be capable of that.

“Okay, I won’t,” he laughed and shuffled closer, pushing himself flush against your side. He held you the same way you held her, stretching his arm so it spanned over your waist and stopped just over her belly, both of you tucked safely under him. Big spoon, little spoon, littlest spoon. “Is that so bad?” 

Closing your eyes, you hummed playfully as you pretended to think it over. For the severalth time that week, you melted into the bed, wrapped up in the warmth of your little family as you nodded off to sleep. “No,” you sighed, a smile ghosting it’s way across your face, “I guess it’s not.”

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