#spencer reid blurbs

[headkiss]

hi hi there! Newcomer to your blog here, and I just wanna say that I love love love your writing sm, it makes me warm and happy and I wanna consume it like good soup. I saw that you’re looking for Spencer requests (my beautiful beloved baby) and I was wondering if I could just request a classic friends to lovers where the reader is a member of the team, and gets hurt on a case and that’s what makes Spencer realize? Any format you’d like. This might be a bit tmi but I just got broken up with and honestly fictional men are the only thing getting me through this rn, and seeing you were taking requests was just straight up happiness. Thank you!

this is so sweet what if i cry :,) i hope this helps you at least a little bit (especially since this has been sitting in my drafts for a MINUTE) <3 you will get through this my love (spencer thinks so too!) | 0.7k words!! my first spencer fic so bare with me 😅 tw mention of a knife and a small injury !

You’re no stranger to taking risks. Nobody at the BAU is. It’s practically written into your job descriptions. Split-second decisions, no room for mistakes.

Only, usually they seem to pay off. Mostly. This time, you aren’t so lucky.

After three days of profiling and trying to catch this unsub, of new victims and suspects and secrets uncovered by Garcia, you’ve finally found him. Apprehending an unsub seems to either be the easiest or toughest part of a case.

This time around, it’s the latter. He’s stubborn, and smarter than you’d like to admit, and when you think you’ve got an opening, the upper hand, that one wrong move proves you wrong.

It’s so quick, the way he grabs your wrist and twists your arm behind your back harshly, a pained groan escaping your mouth before you can suppress it. The way the team all springs into action quickly, talking to him calmly, Hotch at the forefront.

And the look on Spencer’s face. The pleading in his eyes that he can’t seem to control.

He’s who you look to first. Who you keep looking at, because you think if anyone could keep you calm in this moment, if anyone could make you believe you’ll be okay, it’s him.

There’s a knife held to your neck, a cruel grip on your arm, and still, you look at Spencer.

“I won’t cut her if you let me go,” the unsub says. You squeeze your eyes shut before blinking them back open.

You know Hotch has a plan, and if he doesn’t, then Emily does, and so on. They’re all incredible, and there’s not a part of you that thinks they won’t get you out of this, but your heart still pounds, your stomach still twists in fear.

“Go ahead,” Hotch says.

“Hotch-” Spencer’s voice is quiet but sharp. He trusts Aaron, he always has, but you aren’t something he wants to gamble.

“You won’t get far,” Hotch continues.

You find Spencer’s eye and nod at him, so slight that he’d be the only one to pick up on it, since he’s paying such close attention to you. Under different circumstances, you might feel your heart flutter from it.

Sure enough, Aaron does have a plan, and before you can really process what he’s said or done to get through to him, the unsub lets you go with a harsh push, and the first place you go is into Spencer’s waiting arms.

“Take her outside, Reid, we’ve got this,” Morgan says quickly. Spencer doesn’t fight him on it.

He walks you out with one arm tight around your waist and the other stabilizing your wrist. His hands are far kinder than the ones that had been on you moments ago, and you let him hold some of your weight until you’re settled sitting in the back of one of the ambulances on scene.

Spencer watches them wrap your wrist with a tensor bandage, watches them assure you that it’s just a sprain, that you’re otherwise injury-free. He holds your good hand the entire time. Maybe too tightly.

You both wait until the paramedics are done and have walked away to help somebody else before speaking.

“Well, that was fun,” you say. Your instincts are always to play things down, to hide behind jokes. Still, you let yourself lean your head against Spencer’s shoulder.

“No, it wasn’t,” he says. The hand that isn’t holding yours covers your bouncing knee. “I know a lot about odds, and they weren’t in our favor back there.”

“It was mostly my fault, probably. I let him get too close.”

“We arrived seconds later than we should have. That car slowed us down in the intersection on the way, and then the rest was off.” He tells you. Comforting you the way he knows how; with the facts. “Time is what went wrong. Not you. Never you.”

You pick your head up and turn your head to look at him, his hair falling around his ears, his eyes still worried but soft. “Never, huh? I’m gonna remember that.”

Reid squeezes your good hand, his pinky running across your wrist to find your pulse, like he’s making sure you’re really okay. “I don’t think I’ve ever been quite so afraid on the job.”

“Not even when you’re the one being held like that?” you ask.

“No,” he tells you. “Not even then.”

[specialagent-spencer]

You come to stop, groaning lowly as you feel your heel snap from your shoe, “godammit.” You huff, looking around, making your way over to a bench. Spencer walks off of the elevator, “Hey, y/n. Uh, oh. What happened?” You look up at him as you sit down, “I wore the wrong shoes today I guess.”

“Here.” Spencer stops you from bending down and kneels down in front of you. He gently lays his hand on your calf, taking your shoe from your foot, “Yeah, I’m going to definitely have to say that this shoe is no longer in service.”

“You have got to be kidding me. I’m already running late.” You let out a sigh and Spencer looks up, “Stay right here. Penelope is the same shoe size, I’ll run and see if she has an extra pair in her office.”

“You are the sweetest.” You give him a smile and sip your coffee as he quickly makes his way towards the office. A few minutes later, he comes back, holding two matching shoes, “She said if you like them, you can keep them.”

“Oh, perfect!” You reach out for the shoes but Spencer drops down, slipping off your other shoe and gets gently replaces them with the new ones.

“How’s that?” He looks up at you and you nod, “I mean, it’s not everyday a man is on his knees for me.”

You can visibly see his face set into panic and you touch his shoulder, “Relax, Spence. I’m only messing with you.” You stand up, grabbing your bag from the bench, “I like making you go all squirrelly.” Spencer stands up with you, “I mean, normally I would have said something about going to dinner first, your statement just caught me off guard, y/n.”

You laugh, nodding your head, “I’m sure it did.” You turn, walking towards the elevator. As you step on and turn around, Spencer walks up, “What did you mean by making me go all squirrelly?”

“How about we talk about it over dinner?” You tilt your head and he nods as the doors close.

Thank you for interacting ♡

[reidsaurora]

Hi hi hi I’ll take one leo birthday cake because we are leo baby twins with the prompt “you bought me flowers?” And Spence as a character. But since we are leo babies can I add a sprinkle of enemies to lovers co-workers??

grecy love, i am so so sorry this took so long to post 😭 i had every intention of posting this on your birthday and then writer's block happened and depression happened and health problems happened and it was a whole thing 😭💔 but i hope you enjoyed what i whipped up!! 🫶🏻

"Birthday Bouquet" ~ S. Reid

pairing: autistic!spencer reid x gn!reader

summary: "of two things you were certain: the first, you couldn't stand spencer reid; the second, he was the only person who remembered your birthday."

word count: 1,516

warnings: a lil angsty with a hint of miscommunication trope, mild swearing, i believe that's all!

genre: angst to fluff

extra notes: the end of this was rushed i won't lie, i pray you can all forgive me for that lol; the dividers in this post are from @anlian-aishang as always 🫶🏻

beta read by: @theghouligan and @dungeons-are-too-cold (love you both so so much 🥰)

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🧁 Leo Baby Birthday Cake - send me a character + a prompt from this list and i'll write you a blurb!

Of two things you were certain: the first, you couldn't stand Spencer Reid; the second, he was the only person who remembered your birthday.

You tried to cut your colleagues some slack. You were away on a case, after all. Everyone was probably busy dealing with their own shit, not to mention how rough it had been the past 48 hours working on the case. But still, not a single person had so much as wished you a happy birthday, and it wasn't until he caught you alone at the hotel that Spencer said anything.

After a long day of geographical profiling and visiting dump sites, all you wanted was to take a long shower and sleep as much as you could before another long day tomorrow.

At this point, you weren't sure if you even cared about your own birthday anymore. A full night's sleep was the only thing on your birthday wishlist currently. But when you walked into your hotel room and spotted that vase of red and white tulips, your jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

Clearly, someone had remembered, you just weren't sure who. So, naturally, you picked up the card, brows furrowing as you registered the all-too-recognizable chicken scratch handwriting on the back of it.

"These variegated flowers are one in a hundred thousand, but you are the only one of your kind. Happy birthday." - S. R.

Your heart flipped as you processed the words, a happy but surprised tear threatening to fall from your eye.

"Do you normally leave your door open for strangers?"

You turned to face Spencer, his signature sideways smile tugging at his lips. "You bought me flowers?" you asked in shock, your eyes meeting his.

He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. "I did," he admitted, eyes darting away shyly, "Happy birthday."

The exhaustion of the day must've had you unsure how to properly respond, because the next thing you knew, you were forcing back tears that were beginning to sting behind your eyes, and motioning him into your room. After he closed the door, you spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper. "You know, you're the only person who's told me that today."

His sideways smile quickly turned into a frown. "I'm sorry, Y/N." From what you could tell, he seemed sincere, which felt strange since he otherwise seemed to hate your guts.

You simply shrugged, deciding the pain was easy enough to deal with without his help. "I can't believe you remembered."

He gave a soft nod of his head. "Of course I remembered."

"I honestly thought you'd be the last person to remember. Although, you do have that eidetic memory, so-"

"I remembered," he corrected. "Actually remembered. I made a conscious effort to remember."

Your brows furrowed, confusion swirling around in your mind and muddling your thoughts. You wondered why Spencer, your sworn enemy, would take the time to remember your birthday? Why would he allow even the smallest of crevices in his brain to be consumed by thoughts of you?

"What? I thought you hated me…" your voice trailed off, your eyes darting to look at the flowers, the ground, anywhere but his gaze.

You could almost hear the hurt and confusion in his voice when he spoke again. "I never hated you. If anything, I always thought you hated me."

You sighed, figuring you might as well tell him the truth. "I did. I mean, you're always correcting me. You won't even look at me half the time. I don’t think you’ve ever accepted one of my hugs or even a handshake for that matter. And just last week, when I tried to offer you one of my crackers from the vending machine, you looked like you were gonna throw up. I mean -"

"Y/N," he said with a soft chuckle. Your gaze shot up to meet him and that familiar look of discomfort took over his expression.

"Why are you laughing?" you asked, confusion racing through your mind.

"Because," he laughed again, a little louder this time, "I never hated you, Y/N. I just… I'm autistic."

You looked away again with slow blinks, burying your face in your hands. Embarrassment and guilt filled your gut, and you were honestly unsure how you hadn't connected the dots sooner. "I'm such an ass."

He pulled your hands away from your face, and you were quite shocked, considering how much the man hated physical touch. "It's okay. You couldn't have known. I don't really tell anybody because some people think it'll slow them down on the field or in the office."

A pout formed on your lips at the thought. Sure, you were sworn enemies with the man—or so you'd thought—but you could never imagine someone being mean to him like that.

Your hands fidgeted as you thought about what to say next, but if you had to be truthful, you weren't really sure what you could say. You wanted to kick yourself for being an ass, for creating an environment where Spencer felt like he couldn’t be open with you. But mostly, you currently wanted to kick yourself for noticing how pretty he looked at that moment.

"You still there?" he chuckled, hands sliding into his pockets.

Your shoulders shrugged again as you brought yourself back to reality. "Yeah," you answered, probably a little too quickly. "Um, thank you for the flowers, they're lovely."

In a couple swift motions, you were all but shoving him out of your room. "Wait-" he began to protest as you started to close the door.

"It's late, we should sleep. Not together!" you panicked over your words. "I just mean we should both get some sleep before the flight home tomorrow. In our own respective rooms. Our respective rooms in this hotel, that is. Obviously you can't go home and rest in your bedroom. That's what the flight is for!" With every word that flew out of your mouth, you cringed harder. Finally, you settled on telling him, "Good night, Reid," before finally getting him out the door.

Your back rested against the now closed door, fingers sifting through your hair as you attempted to collect your thoughts.

Why would you think Spencer of all people was attractive all of a sudden? Up until two minutes ago, you thought he hated you. Up until two minutes ago, you hated him too.

Or maybe that's just what you'd been telling yourself…

A subtle tap against the door had you coming up for air yet again. You made a mental note to tell your therapist about your sudden bout of brain fog.

As he did before, Spencer stood on the other side of the door, hands fidgeting and eyes struggling to maintain contact with yours.

"Can I kiss you?" he all but blurted out.

Either this was a dream or your ears deceived you. There was no way Spencer Reid, the guy who wouldn't even shake hands with people, wanted to kiss you. Or wanted to kiss you. "What?"

"You just… you look really pretty and you seem nervous, and kissing actually produces endorphins, which help relax the body. Although, I guess hugging works the same way, but kissing spreads less pathogens than hugging, and- now I'm rambling, aren't I?"

He must've caught the nervous giggle you were struggling to hold back. "Yeah, you do that a lot. But it's okay. It's kind of endearing."

His face went fully red at your comment. "So… is that a yes?"

You gave him a nod, though you couldn't shake the anxiety in the pit of your stomach. Your hands moved to his cheeks, pulling him down for a slow kiss. It felt like electricity pumping through your veins, butterflies swirling around in your tummy, and just about every other cliche you could think of. His kiss was intoxicating, and if you hadn't needed to come up for air, so to speak, you probably would've stayed there like that all night.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. "Woah," he exhaled with all the amazement of a kid at an amusement park.

"Woah," you copied. You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your lips. "I can't believe that just happened."

"Me either," he admitted with a nervous shrug. "But… I wouldn't mind doing it again."

You let out a shaky exhale, resting your forehead against his. "Well, for future reference, you don't have to ask. That was… woah."

"So, I can just-"

Without warning, he pulled you in for another kiss, and the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach multiplied tenfold.

He pulled away, scratching at the back of his neck. "Sorry. I just really enjoyed that."

You gave him a soft smile as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer for a soft hug. "I did too."

"So I can just keep kissing you? Over and over? As much as I want?"

You nodded against his chest. "That's the plan now, I guess."

"Woah."

You giggled against him, warmth filling you from head to toe. "Woah, indeed."

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[hornyhornyhimbos]

pov: spencer is absolutely in love with you, but he loves your pussy almost as much ♡

18+ duh, 1.4K words whoopsies, sub!spencer reid x dom!afab!reader, mommy kink bc i said so, oral fem!receiving, cowgirl activities, nicknames (mommy; baby/good boy), probably more oops, inspired by this post by @radiant-reid

no one would have ever suspected spencer reid—the innocent one, the one who never had time for relationships—to be so pussy-drunk he can't even form words. rarely forms thoughts, other than when he's thinking about your pussy.

and yet...

the second most people walked in the front door after a long day at work, they'd find themselves tossing off their shoes and sprawling out on the couch with a glass of wine. but not spencer.

spencer was practically throwing off his shoes, most likely missing the bin, and slipping off his jacket, placing it somewhere in the general vicinity of the coat rack.

you found yourself in the kitchen, finishing up the last of dinner, thinking about the freshly chilled champagne in the fridge. two hands slithered around your waist, catching you off guard, while a pair of lips met the crook of your neck.

a smirk appeared on your lips. "i don't remember leaving the door open for pedro pascal."

he let out a chuckle. "har har, very funny," he mumbled into your exposed shoulder.

his hands traveled from your hips, up your stomach, and you already knew where this was going. still, you allowed him to continue, his lips sucking softly on your bare skin and his hands moving from your belly to your breasts.

"spencer," you started, "dinner."

"i was thinking," he said, pausing to rub his thumbs over your tank top covered nipples, "we could do things backwards tonight. dessert first, then dinner."

a smirk appeared on your lips. how could you say no to that?

most nights were like this. after he found you, spencer was like a horny teenager—lived off the feeling and taste of your pussy. he'd trudge through the front door, practically attacking your cunt with kisses before he ever even said hello to you.

the two of you stumbled down the hall to your bedroom, his hand slipping inside your underwear before you'd even opened the bedroom door. "so wet already," he teased.

you tossed him back on the bed, fumbling to undo his pants and pull him out of his boxers. you went glassy-eyed as you looked at his cock, your mouth nearly watering at how pretty and pink it was. "not like you can say anything, hmm?" you teased back, swiping a finger over the pre-cum that had gathered on the end of it.

he let out a sigh, your hands soft and mesmerizing as they slid up and down his cock, just the way he needed it.

"not so fast, i want my fair share first," he practically begged, pushing your lounge shorts and panties down to your ankles.

you rolled your eyes, cocking an eyebrow upward. "that's not how good boys ask for things, now is it?"

he forced himself to look away from your puffy cunt, licking his lips at the mere thought of your essence. "can i please taste you first?"

"you can if you're a good boy and use your manners," you instructed.

he cleared his throat, crawling onto his knees and looking up at you through innocent, brown, doe eyes. "can i please taste you first, mommy?"

a smirk appeared on your lips as you leaned down to kiss him, a soft peck that only lasted long enough to have him craving more. "good boy. you may taste me first."

he gripped your waist and flipped you around, pushing you down lightly on the california king. he stood before kneeling in front of you, immediately diving into your pussy. "mmm," he hummed, like he'd just eaten the tastiest meal in the world.

you let out a hot breath as he suckled on your clit, your hands slipping into his curls and tugging at them lightly. "so good, baby," you sighed, your chest heaving up and down in that little black tank top, your bare nipples poking through the material.

"tastes so good, mommy," he said after pulling away for a split second. but as soon as his sentence was finished, he went right back in, spit dripping from his lips into your hole.

his tongue worked at all the places you needed it most, your legs already struggling to stay spread open as your first orgasm came closer. "s-spence!" you shouted out, your grip on his hair tightening.

he didn't say anything, just quizzically looked up at you through dark eyelashes, his eyes filled with slight worry that he'd done something wrong.

"oh, fuck!" you screamed, your veins burning as your pleasure approached. "don't stop, pleasepleaseplease!"

he slipped a finger inside you as his tongue went back to focusing on your bud, kitten licks attacking your cunt just the way you needed them.

"hnnnnggg, God, spencer!" you cried out as bliss overtook your body, your essence spilling all over his tongue.

his mouth didn't leave your core once as you rode out your high, your hips practically humping his face. he didn't care though, all he was focused on was tasting every last drop you had to offer him. he slipped a second finger inside you, working at your spongy spot, which only made you moan that much more.

you weren't the least bit surprised when you had to physically pull him away from your cunt, his mouth turned downward as you did so. "please, baby, i need you this time. ok?"

he didn't say anything, just nodded before moving to his usual spot on the bed. a good relationship is all about compromise—he gets to eat your pussy, you get to ride his dick. simple enough.

you pulled his boxers out of the way, watching how his thick cock slapped against his stomach. you leaned down, opening your mouth, watching as your drool mixed with his, sliding your hand down to cover him with a mix of spit and pre-cum.

the only he could manage to get out was a short, "please," before you sank down onto him, slowly easing yourself down until his balls rested against your ass. "you ready, baby?" you asked, slowly moving yourself around on him.

he shook his head quickly before opening his mouth, sliding the two fingers that previously sat deep inside you into his mouth, sucking hard on them before nodding.

you rode him like your life depended on it, moaning obscenities every time his balls would slam against you, suddenly regretting your decision to not suck him off first instead. his mushroom head pounded into you, brushing your g-spot every time. "oh, God, baby!" you screamed out, your head thrown back in that pure euphoria only spencer could provide you with.

he groaned around his own fingers, a filthy sight you could bask in all day. he whimpered, and you weren't so sure those weren't tears forming in his eyes.

"that's it, baby, right-fuck-right there!" you screamed out and he brushed against your sensitive spot again. his opposite hand reached under your shirt for your boob, pinching your nipple in just the right way.

his cum shot through you, and just like it always did, it took you off guard. spencer came more than anyone else you'd ever met, taking at least twice as long to empty all of his seed into you. so much so that it overflowed, dripping down your thighs.

you came not long after, feeling his dick twitch inside you as your walls pulsed around him. "oh, baby, feels s-so good!" you screamed, riding him for all he's worth.

you slowly pulled yourself off of him, lying down beside him and attempting to catch your breath. but, you should've known he wasn't quite finished yet, as he moved down to your core again, drinking up every last bit of your cum and his cum that had mixed together.

a third and final orgasm washed over you as he worked his tongue in and out of your greedy hole. you couldn't form words yourself this time, just deep gasps as your hands tugged at his curls.

he pulled you in for a silent kiss, an absolutely pornographic scene as cum trailed from his mouth into yours, the taste of mixed juices tasting absolutely wonderful and vulgar as your tongues molded together.

you pulled away first, a pout sitting tightly on his lips. he pulled your shirt over your head before trailing kisses from your lips, down your neck, and ending on your previously neglected nipple, sucking it much in the same fashion as he had your cunt not ten minutes prior.

"ohhh," you breathed out, running your fingers through his now sweat matted hair. "go again, baby?"

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[triptuckers]

working from home - spencer reid

Request: nope Pairing:  spencer reid x reader Summary:  spencer works from home to take care of you when you're sick Warnings:  mentions of sickness Word count:  841 A/N: in honour of me getting covid in OCTOBER 2023 (the sheer AUDACITY of this bitch) and feeling Like Shit, here's a fluffy spencer fic

you rarely got sick and when you did, it usually wasn't that bad. as a result, you almost never call in sick. most of the times, you just take a few painkillers and head to work anyway.

this time, it was actually spencer who called in sick on your behalf.

you hadn't eaten a lot of dinner, assuring spencer it wasn't his fault. that the food was delicious, but you just weren't that hungry. spencer, being the sweet boyfriend that he is, immediately got worried. you told him you were okay, that you probably just needed some sleep.

the next morning the two of you got a call from emily, telling you there was a case. while spencer was talking to emily on the phone, he tried to nudge you awake. but when he hung up, you were still fast asleep.

spencer rolled over and nudged you again, a little harder this time. then he noticed you were radiating warmth. after laying the back of his hand on your forehead, he was quick to conclude you had a fever, so he decided to let you sleep.

he called emily, who agreed to let you stay at home. spencer would assist the team in any way he could from home, while they flew to seattle to solve the case.

after a couple of hours, spencer hears movement coming from the bedroom. he looks up from his desk to see you shuffling into the room, still in your pyjamas and your eyes half-closed.

'hi sweetheart.' he says.

'hi.' you say, walking over to where he's sitting.

you take a look at the papers scattered on the desk and frown.

'what's this all about?' you say.

'oh, it's the case we're working on.' says spencer, reaching out to loosely wrap his arm around your waist.

'we have a case? why are we still at home then?' you say.

'because you're sick. so we're staying home.'

'what? no, I can work. I'll just get some tea and a painkiller. give me a few minutes while I take a shower.'

you start to walk toward the bathroom but spencer pulls you back.

'y/n, you're sick. you have a fever. I know you don't like cancelling on work, but you need to rest. you'll only make it worse if you exhaust yourself.' says spencer.

'but I want to help them.' you say.

'you'll help them on the next case. when you feel better.'

'wait. if I'm sick, how come you're also at home? shouldn't you be with the team?'

'I already took care of it with emily. I'm staying home to take care of you.'

'spencer! you know you don't have to do that.'

'we've talked about this, y/n. it's what we do for each other. I can help the team just fine from here. now, are you hungry?'

you shrug. 'not really.'

'how are you feeling? nauseous? sore throat? I know you have a fever, that's for sure.' says spencer.

'a headache. and yeah, sore throat. I just feel like shit.' you say.

'why don't you go back to bed, and I'll get you some tea and painkillers?'

for a moment, you want to protest, but then you agree. spencer is right. as much as you want to help the team, you have a fever and you need to rest.

'alright.' you say, heading back to the bedroom.

spencer takes his time to make your tea just how you like it. by the time he brings it to you, you're already asleep. even though he can feel you still have a fever, you're shivering from the cold. he pushes the blanket down a bit to cool you down, and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

just as he walks back to his desk, his phone starts to buzz. the screen lights up, telling him it's emily who is calling. he briefly glances back at your sleeping figure in bed before picking up.

'hi emily, what's up?'

'hey reid, how's y/n?'

'taking a nap for now, but she's so cold she's shivering in her sleep even though she still has a fever. she really got it bad. I think it's only a matter of time before I get sick as well.'

'well, give her our love, will you?'

'will do. any updates on the case?'

'that's actually why I'm calling you. we found some quotes on a piece of paper, looks like poetry or a book. we were hoping you would recognise it.'

'send it over, I'll have a look.'

'will do, talk to you later.'

'bye.'

spencer hangs up and gets up from his seat behind his desk. he walks over to the bed. you’re fast asleep, but still shivering a bit.

'get some rest, sweetheart, you deserve it.' he whispers to you, even though he knows you most likely won't hear him.

but as he walks away, he hears you. very softly, you thank him.

spencer smiles and walks to his desk to take a look at the quotes emily sent over.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Max/Marit

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Send me blurb requests.

I'm working on a little welcome back celebration but in the mean time y'all are free to send me requests for blurbs

I write for Hotch and Spencer at the moment. AU's are welcome.

[ddejavvu]

hey could i request something with spencer where he like stretches and his top lifts up revealing a bit of his tummy and the reader just can’t resist reaching under his shirt and giving a little squeeze, just a cute little moment and maybe someone witnesses and teases them but they don’t care because they are just so in love with each other that it’s almost upsetting to look at 🥹

Spencer's combined stretch and yawn clearly relieve tension that's been building in the profiler's shoulders for god knows how long, but when you reach out to pinch the soft skin of his belly, he yelps in distress.

"Ow! What- you-!" Spencer blinks rapidly at you, somewhere between offended and confused, "Did you just pinch me?"

"Sorry." You shrug, "I saw it so I had to grab it."

Spencer's brows furrow, and you know his impressive brain is recalling a time when he'd heard Morgan schmooze a woman at a bar with those exact words. She'd been delightfully good-natured about the entire thing, and you hope Spencer will follow in her footsteps.

"You're a creep." He decides, "You waited until I was vulnerable, and then you blitz attacked me to incapacitate me so that you could have your way with me."

"That's my M.O," You nod patiently, "What's my motivation?"

"You love me?" He guesses, cheeks beautifully rosy as his voice peters out bashfully.

"That's why you're the BAU's genius," You grin, leaning in to kiss at his warm cheek, "You're always right."

[bisexualtwinkk]

don’t make it obvious s.r

flirty!reader x early seasons spencer reid

Summary: Morgan just can’t believe you actually flirt with spencer.

a/n: My first fic! I still can take season 1 spencer out of my mind, that’s all. And also, I love to imagine him all flustered and shy. xoxo NEW PART POSTED AND PINNED ON MY PROFILE

“I just think you do all this as an entertainment, pretty” morgan said looking across the bullpen, more specifically to the 6’1 nerdy man with the prettiest honey-like eyes.

“shut up, morgan, I’m tired of explaining the same thing to all of you” a sigh escaped my lips while I arranged all the paperwork we had left after a horrible case of human trafficking in D.C.

“what thing are we talking about? ‘cause if we are talking about the missing cookies, garcia took them” prentiss said sitting on top of the desk besides mine.

“we are talking about the not so secret crush our best dressed agent here” morgan pointed at me, making my laugh a little, “has on our I dress like a grandpa doctor”

“oh my god, dereck, that is so superficial of you to say! and is not a secret crush, I like to say nice things to my friends , you say things way out off line to garcia and no one bats an eye, but if I flirt a little with spence everyone goes crazy ”

“sorry honey, but if you think you can hide something while working around profilers, you are very wrong” prentiss taped my nose and standing from the desk.

“you guys make me sick, you know that? I’ll go to spend time with my favorite friend’ I grabbed my coffee and walked to spencer’s desk, escaping the teasing from my coworkers.

spencer was too busy writing to notice when I sat on the desk beside him. his hair was slicked back, making his face look even more sculpted, and prettier, than usual. he was wearing a simple white shirt and a black tie, a casual and comfortable look.

“hi, spence, sorry I didn’t came earlier to talk, handsome, was kinda busy with the pile of papers on my desk” he blinked rapidly when the word handsome left my mouth.

“H-hey” he coughed a little, “don’t worry, I can help you if you want, did you now that a higher percentage of women report feeling burned out compared to men at their level? I don’t mind helping you, as long as you want, of course” spence spoke quickly, making me smile.

“if you want to spend time with me you can say it, you know? I really love spending time with you, spence” I played with the end of his tie, watching his addam’s apple move and his face turning an adorable shade of pink. “and thank you, I accept your help, you are the best spence” I give him a quick peck on the cheek while walking away and seeing morgan with a smirk on his face.

“try not to make it that obvious next time” he pushed me in a playful way, laughing at my, more than spencer’s, red face.

“shut up, morgan”

I’m totally screwed by that man, I swear.

[moonstruckme]

Hi!! Could you please write something for Spencer where r is used to men being like really loud and rough and all that (maybe bc of her father or smth) and just her getting used to how gentle Spencer is and almost thinking it’s too good to be true?

Thank you for requesting angel <3

Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 905 words

It happens when you’re still half asleep. You fumble for your phone on Spencer’s nightstand, your alarm chiming, and knock a picture frame off instead. You’re fully awake by the time you hear the sound of glass shattering against the floor. 

You mumble a curse. Spencer hums questioningly into his pillow. 

You get down from the bed, managing to step over the glass, but you’re not thinking clearly enough. When you sink onto your knees, little shards prick the skin. You pick the frame up carefully. It’s a picture of Spencer and his mom. An old one, of her chasing a three or four-year-old Spencer around someone’s yard. They’re both laughing, her arms outstretched towards him and his face turning to look over his shoulder. It’s obviously a sentimental photo. 

Your cursing intensifies, though you keep it internal now. You feel awful. 

Spencer’s head appears over the edge of the bed as you’re scraping the glass into a pile. His eyes are half-open, expression still weighted with drowsiness. 

“What happened?” he asks. 

There’s no accusation in his tone, but you feel suddenly teary. You haven’t fought with Spencer yet, and you weren’t expecting to be yelled at first thing this morning. You suppose you’ve earned it, though. 

“Spence, I’m so sorry.” 

“What are you doing?” 

“I—I knocked over your picture. The frame broke. I feel awful, I’ll get you a new one o—or I can replace the glass if the frame is important to you.” 

“What?” Spencer blinks, brows furrowed as though he’s having trouble grasping this. “No, it’s—stop. Don’t do that.” 

You still, looking up at him hesitantly with your hands cupped around the glass pile. “What do you want me to do?” 

“You can’t clean glass up with your hands.” He shuffles his way out from under the covers, taking a big step over the class to stand behind you. His hands wrap around your elbows. “Get away from there.” 

His tone conveys some upset, but not nearly as much as you were prepared for. And his grip on your arms is gentle. You can’t make sense of it. 

You let him guide you into the bathroom, sitting up on the counter when he prompts you. Spencer takes your hands in his, looking them over and brushing his fingers lightly across your palms before determining there’s no glass in them. His eyes skim you over. When they land on your knees, his expression pinches. 

“Why did you do this?” You expect him to grasp your knee roughly, but his fingers wrap around it with care, thumb rubbing over the soft underside as though to soothe you. 

“I wasn’t thinking,” you say softly. “I feel so bad about the picture with your mom, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” Spencer sounds surprised. His eyes flit up to yours, soft brown, curious. “I can get a new frame. You didn’t need to hurt yourself.” 

“Well, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Your voice drops to a murmur as Spencer bends down, opening a drawer to take out first aid supplies. 

He pulls each tiny piece of glass from your knees with heart-aching care. One hand stays on the back of whichever knee he’s working on, to steady him and to comfort you, and it’s a slow, attentive, tender process. Gradually, a realization seeps into you. 

Spencer isn’t going to blow up at you. Maybe someday, but not about this, not over just anything. You’re not sure how you could have been so expectant of someone who’s been nothing but kind and gentle with you turning harsh and forceful at the first upset. 

You don’t even wince as Spencer cleans up your knees. He’s careful to give you no reason to, every touch considerate and sweet. He straightens after smoothing bandages over the cuts, still holding your lower thighs in his hands. 

“That wasn’t a very nice way to wake up,” he says. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you say, but you hold your arms out for a hug anyway. 

Spencer’s happy to oblige you, his hips fitting between your legs and palms sliding across your back. He smells like sleep. You hook your chin over his shoulder, contentment filling your belly like warm honey. 

“You seemed upset,” he murmurs, a question if you choose to answer it. 

“I was nervous,” you admit. “I thought you’d be mad.” 

“For knocking the frame over?”

“Mhm. I still feel really bad.” 

Spencer draws a line between your shoulders. “Don’t feel bad. You didn’t do it on purpose.” 

You hum. “You’re a lot less loud than most guys, do you know that?” 

He pauses. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No.” You pull away from him, cradling his face in your hand. “I’m just not used to it, is all. I keep expecting you to yell at me, but that doesn’t seem like it’s really your thing.” 

“I guess I don’t think of it as my thing,” Spencer agrees, mouth curving as he repeats your words. “My mom says I was always a quiet kid. I guess I just never thought yelling would get me anywhere.” 

“Don’t start.” You grin, and his cheek dimples under your palm. “I like you like this.” 

“Okay, I’ll try not to.” He tilts his face into your touch. His hands drop back to your knees, skimming down the unharmed sides next to the bandages. “And you shouldn’t get angry at yourself on my behalf anymore, either.”

[inkdrinkerworld]

Falling asleep on Spencer’s shoulder on the jet, snoring lightly as you finally get some sleep.

Spencer’s been waiting all case for you to sleep properly, but no amount of tea at night and magnesium rich foods helped. The only thing that did it was you wrapping the case up and going home.

Now, he can’t move his shoulder for the next three hours of the flight and finds he doesn’t mind.

Spencer spends time just watching you, taking in the way your chest moves up and down and how your cheek smushed up against his shoulder makes you look delicate and soft.

“She okay?” Derek asks, seeing Spencer’s attention on you so keenly.

“Huh?” Spencer lifts his head, almost like he’d been in a trance. “Yeah she’s okay, just exhausted.”

His hand cradles your head to his shoulder as they move through a bit of turbulence. Derek smiles, a fierce sort of older brother feeling building in his chest.

“Do you think she’ll kill me if I take a photo?” He asks, Spencer shakes his head.

“Let her sleep, Derek.” He boos but walks back to his seat sipping his coffee.

Spencer stretches for his own coffee, frowning when you stir and grab hold of his shirt. “M’right here,” he murmurs, sitting back and pressing his lips to your temple as you settle.

“Okay loverboy!” Emily coos, Spencer rolling his eyes even as he blushes. “You guys going back together? Having a quiet night in?”

Before Spencer can answer, Hotch is chiming in. “Emily,” it’s a warning but the woman lives for teasing you and Spencer.

“What? I just wanna know if she has secretly pink walls with pretty flowers.”

Spencer scoffs, like he’d ever tell them. “Yeah they’re hot pink with white ones.” His thumb strokes your cheek, brushing up against the crush of your eyelashes every so often.

It takes Emily the rest of the flight to realise Spencer was fucking with her and Spencer is comforted by the fact that you have grey walls with posters of all your favourite shows and a couple pieces of artwork, some of pretty flowers; that none of them have seen.

[headkiss]

anna oh anna. i see you’re taking spencer request and was wondering if you’d be willing to write something with a childhood friend visiting spencer and the team just embarrassing him cause they can tell they have feelings for each other?

love you anna💗💗

omg erin ik this request is old but i hope u love it anyway 🫶🫶 | 0.9k words of bestfriend!reid fluff!!!

Despite nearly a lifetime of friendship, today is the first time you’re visiting Spencer in Quantico.

You grew up as neighbors, and your friendship wasn’t a slow, gradual thing. Instead, one day, as a kid, you’d knocked on his door and declared him your best friend. He didn’t fight you on it, and that was it.

Whenever he goes back to Vegas to visit his mom, Spencer never fails to visit you, too. Sometimes he stays over and you fall asleep watching movies on your couch, sometimes he can’t stay any longer than a quick meal.

You talk on the phone at least once a week, and you text Spencer every day, though he rarely manages to reply with more than a smiley face because of his thing with technology. You know he reads them all, though.

All of that and still, you’d never been to Quantico until now.

Spencer always told you it wasn’t worth it, that there wasn’t all that much to see and he’d probably get called away on a case, anyway. Selfishly, you would have liked to stay in his apartment even if he was away. To snoop at all of the books he has lying around and be surrounded by him.

After much badgering over the phone, he’d finally invited you to come for a visit and you jumped at the opportunity.

Spencer’s excited to see you. He always is. But something about you coming to Quantico had always made him nervous, like if you got too close to his job, you’d be in danger. Or, less logically, like he’d have to share you with his team, in a sense, and he really liked having you to himself.

Of course, they know about you — he’s got a framed picture of the two of you as teenagers on his desk — but they’ve never met you. Spencer loves his team, and they’ve heard him speak to you on the phone and have asked him about you countless times, but so much of himself is involved in the job, and you’re almost like an escape for him.

Somewhere safe, somewhere separate.

He traces a fingertip across the top of the frame on his desk when the elevator beeps, and the sound of your footsteps reach his ears. He knows it’s you from those alone.

Spencer stands just as you reach the bullpen, and as soon as you spot him you let out a tiny squeal and rush over. He welcomes you into his arms easier than he does anyone else, your arms tight around his neck, his supporting the small of your back.

“Hi, Spence,” you say, cheek against his shoulder, smile in your voice.

“Hi,” he returns, his mouth a breath away from your hair.

Garcia and JJ are standing by the entryway of the bullpen, watching you and Spencer with these knowing looks on their faces. Emily walks up a moment later, just as you pull away from the hug and ruffle Spencer’s hair.

“Is that…?” she asks.

“Yup,” JJ says.

“And they’re just friends?” Emily adds.

“According to them.”

“Sweet, clueless creatures,” comes from Penelope.

Unaware, or maybe just uncaring, of your audience, you fiddle with Spencer’s tie, then his vest, “Look at you. So professional.”

“I actually dress like this most of the time.”

“And look at your badge!” You flick it where it’s clipped to his pocket. “Can I have one?”

“You’re wearing a visitor’s badge.”

“So not as cool.” You scan your eyes across his desk, pausing at the picture of the two of you. You hadn’t known that was there, and your heart squeezes a bit at the thought of him keeping it where he can see it. “Did you just put that picture there for my visit?”

“Of course not,” he scratches the back of his neck lightly. “It’s always been there. They like to tease me about it.”

“Spence,” you start, eyes flicking over his face. You want to say something stupid and cheesy about how sweet he is, about how warm that makes you feel. Instead, you say “You’ve even got your glasses on. Very smart, Dr. Reid.”

Back by the entrance, Rossi and Morgan join the others. “Reid’s friend from home?” Dave checks.

“Uh-huh,” Garcia nods.

“And they’re still just friends?” Derek points between the two of you.

JJ, Emily, and Garcia all nod.

“Kids,” Rossi sighs.

You push Spencer’s glasses back up his nose gently. “Or should I say, the resident boygenius.”

“How did you-”

“Oh, I met Penelope in the elevator. She’s lovely.” You turn around and wave at her.

She waves back, beaming.

It’s then that Spencer realizes the entire team has been watching your exchange all along. He closes his eyes and huffs before taking you over to them and introducing you, even though he’s aware they know who you are.

Derek turns his charm on a little extra when he says hello to you, and Spencer’s hands twitch at his sides, his brows scrunched.

When JJ and Garcia distract you with a story that’s sure to be an embarrassing one, Morgan nudges Spencer’s shoulder with his, “She’s pretty great.”

“She’s the best person I know.”

Derek doesn’t even pretend to be wounded at that. He only grins like he knows something.

Hotch watches through the window of his office, that barely-there upward tug of his mouth on his face. He hasn’t seen Spencer smile the way he does with you in a long time.

[specialagent-spencer]

*an officer is giving Spencer a rough time*

Y/n - *walking up to them* “Do we have a problem here?”

Officer - *turns his attention to you* “Who just might you be, princess?”

Y/n - *pulling out your badge and flicking it open* “Supervisory Special Agent y/n y/l/n. I’m actually leading this investigation, so I suggest you back off, and let my agent come across the line, or come tomorrow, you won’t have a job.”

Spencer - *Looking from you to the officer*

*the officer steps out of the way without saying a word*

Spencer - *ducts under the tape, walking with you* “Thanks for that, SSA Y/n.” *he chuckles, looking at you*

Y/n - *giving him a smile* “Can’t do these cases without you, Spence.”

Thank you for interacting ♡

[reidsaurora]

okay but consider

Spencer post prison needing his routine to be even more specific because he had such a rigid schedule while inside, like he always had lunch at the same time everyday, so you and spencer are like working a case and lunch starts to approach but everyone is kinda in the throws of research and spencer is clearly not doing so well

so you pull spencer aside and are like "spence whats wrong?" and he explains hes uncomfy cuz of wanting lunch at a specific time, so you talk to emily and the two of you take your lunch together, and it becomes kind of like a little routine for the two of you to take your lunches together

wrote a lil blurb about this because you, my love, deserved a lil blurb. hope ur having a lovely day!! 🫶🏻🧡

pov: Spencer is having a hard time adjusting to life outside of prison. luckily, he has you to make it better ♡

warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!BAU!Reader, angst to fluff sorta, lots of talk about spencer's time in prison, descriptions of food, lots of crying, 0.9K words, not beta read!

Spencer looked up from his Tupperware container, curious eyes meeting yours. "What are you doing?" he asked, brows pinched together in confusion.

"Well," you started, sitting down across from him, "I wanted to have lunch with you. If that's okay."

He nodded slowly, setting his fork down and giving you his full attention. "Why?"

You let out a soft laugh as you began unpacking your lunchbag. "You're always sitting alone," you shrugged. "Figured I'd change that."

A tinge flooded the brunette man's cheeks. He looked away from you—though, he wasn't really looking directly at you in the first place—and focused his attention back on the Tupperware, poking around at his taco salad. He sent an understanding nod your way, as if unsure what to say next. You knew from experience that Spencer wasn't the most conversational person, having struggled with social cues, so you decided it was for the better to eat in peaceful silence.

The room remained comfortably quiet, a small space of availability staying open just in case Spencer had felt exceptionally talkative that day. You caught him occasionally glancing at you, like he'd wanted to close the small space you'd left open, but stayed silent anyway, wanting to finish his salad as quickly as humanly possible.

Finally, you decided to bite the bullet, so to speak, and crack the silence first. "Spencer, you know you can talk to us, right?"

He nodded, poking around at the ground beef that was left at the bottom of his bowl.

"I know things have probably been hard since…" your voice trailed off. Since what? Since prison? Since being locked in a cage for months? Since being tortured for days on end, probably?

"You can say the word, Y/N. It's not like it'll kill us to talk about," he grumbled, nearly under his breath. His eyes remained on the Tupperware, his cheeks heated as he continued to avoid your gaze.

"Spencer, I know it probably felt like you were alone in there," you started, your heart heavy as you thought about those agonizingly long three months he was stuck in that prison, "but I can assure you that you're not alone now. We're here for you. I'm here for you, Spence."

Finally, for what felt like the first time since he'd been locked up, his honey tinted eyes met yours, tears forming in them but not quite at the point of slipping down his cheeks. "I know, it's just… it's stupid."

"What's stupid?" you questioned, slightly hurt that he assumed you'd find whatever was bugging him ridiculous.

"The reason I keep leaving to eat lunch by myself. You guys are going to think it's stupid."

You weren't sure why you did it. You knew that Spencer wasn't a huge fan of physical touch, and it wasn't your place to do it anyway. Still, your hand moved across the table, your palm wrapping around Spencer's wrist, your delicate fingers seeming small in comparison to his giant hand. "Tell me. Please. I can't fix the problem if I don't know what's wrong, Spencer."

He looked down again, where your skin touched his, but didn't make any efforts to move. "I used to eat lunch every day at the same time by myself. Every day, at 12:07 p.m., I would sit alone at this table in the corner of the lunchroom. I made sure I was facing the door and facing everyone that came in, because I was getting so tired of having to watch my back every second that I was awake."

You placed your fork down before moving to sit down on Spencer's side of the picnic-style table, wrapping your arm around him. You knew it was ridiculous, putting your hands on him so many times in such a short span of time, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care. Your palm splayed across his spine, rubbing soft circles as he fell against your frame. Tears fell down his cheeks and onto your shirt, broken breaths and sobs escaping his lips.

"You're never gonna go back to that place. Not if I'm around to stop it," you reassured him, holding him ever so close. "You will never have to live like that ever again. I promise."

His chest rose and fell in quick movements as his tears picked up. "I'm so scared, Y/N. I'm scared of going back. I'm scared of never being my old self again. I'm just… terrified."

You held him like that until his tears had slowed, and when they picked back up a second time, you just kept on holding him. Every tear he hadn't cried in prison had surely made its way to the surface, but neither of you cared. Even when you knew it was much past when you should've gone back to work. Even when five minutes turned into ten, and when ten minutes turned into twenty, and so on.

Spencer's dark eyes met yours, his cheeks still damp with the leftover tears that hadn't quite dried yet. "Thank you."

You gave him a gentle smile, the back of your hand reaching up to wipe your own cheeks where you'd cried for him. "Always, Spence."

"Do you think…" he started to ask, gaze breaking yet again.

Your brows furrowed as you wondered what he wanted to ask. Your stomach flipped at all the possibilities. "Yeah?"

"Do you think we could start doing this every day?" he finally asked. "Just until I start to feel safe again."

You didn't even have to consider your answer. "I think that would be excellent."

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[hornyhornyhimbos]

i’d very much love and appreciate reader w/ a hand kink!! i’d be happy with spencer, eddie, or steve. you can choose:)

happy friday, fellow freaks! went with dom daddy spencer since he's the one who made me realize i have a hand kink <3

i'm not saying spencer reid is a sugar daddy... but i'm also not saying he isn't one ♡

18+ as always, mean dom!spencer x slightly bratty!afab!reader, use of a toy i sorta forgot how loud vibrators are oops, semi-public sex (in a dressing room), choking, slight spanking, reader is called good/bad girl and baby, spencer is called daddy, explicit language, and also spencer is rich in this fic because he's unit chief, 1.7K words, color-coded speaker tags, beta read by @broken-stardust!

filthy fridays | ask box

it started as a small gesture, nothing to think about really.

the two of you had found yourselves wandering from store to store, spencer having decided that it had been too long since he'd spoiled you. his paycheck was anything but small, having finally achieved the position of unit chief, and in celebration, it was only fair he spoiled the girl who'd been by his side on his way up the bau food chain.

his hands had made their way into your back pockets as the two of you walked into the lingerie store, his personal favorite store in the whole mall.

it was a small gesture, just a simple way he could have his hands on you while remaining inconspicuous. but somewhere in the mix of the sexy energy radiating throughout the lingerie store and your slight hand kink, this tiny action had you nearly weak in the knees. spencer had clearly noticed the way your breath was hitching in your throat—not to mention the flush that had spread across your nose and cheeks—but had decided against addressing it. probably just to make you even more needy, you reckoned. instead, his hands parted from your waist, a tiny kiss meeting the exposed skin of your neck.

if you hadn't been blushing before, you would've turned the color of a freshly-picked tomato after that.

"hey, baby?" he asked, innocence coating his words when he spoke. "i'm gonna go look at something really fast but you pick out whatever you want, yeah?"

without giving you time to respond, he parted from you, heading toward another section of the store. your mind wondered where he'd needed to go by himself, but you shrugged it off, turning back to the lacy pink set you'd been eyeing moments before.

you grabbed three different sets before making your way to the dressing room, catching a glimpse of spencer at the checkout counter. your brows furrowed as you thought about what he might be buying without your knowledge, but you couldn't deny you loved the idea of a surprise.

you pulled the curtain closed behind you before starting to slide off your clothes, first trying on the prettiest black satin bra you'd ever seen.

spencer's deep voice startled you as he slid behind the curtain, his body all but melding to yours due to the confined space. his breath was hot on your shoulders as he whispered, "didn't mean to scare you."

your breath hitched again. "no, it's okay, love," you reassured him.

he kissed the crook of your neck as his hands wandered up your body, palms stopping at your bra-clad breasts and cupping them like they were made to do exactly that. "just needed to get a sneak peak at all the pretty things my baby's getting for us."

your eyes met his in the mirror. "do you like this one?" you managed to ask, your chest clearly breathing harder than normal.

"'s very pretty," he answered, lips meeting your neck again. "it'll look even prettier on our bedroom floor, though."

you were convinced he'd stolen all the breath from your lungs when he moved one hand from your breast to the fastening, unhooking it with barely two flicks of his index finger. and when his lips grazed your ear and he whispered, "i got you a surprise. you wanna see?" your head was spinning so hard, it felt like you'd just stepped off the tilt-a-whirl.

after you managed to respond, he reached into the little white bag he'd brought along, pulling out a pretty, little clit sucker that you may or may not have been hinting you wanted. your eyes flickered from the toy up to his gaze, his normal honey-colored eyes now bordering on jet black. "spencer-" your protest got caught in your throat, and you cursed your body for giving away your hidden motive. of course you wanted him to use that on you right there in the dressing room, but he couldn't know that.

he began opening the package, internally thanking the maker of the toy for deciding on easy-to-open packaging. "just wanna see if it's charged," he reassured you. "might let you try it out on the car ride home if you feel up to it."

you were extremely grateful you hadn't tried on any panties yet, or else you might've ruined them before even buying them. you felt dizzy, and when spencer spun you around in one swift motion, the feeling increased tenfold.

he clicked the 'on' button, and the toy immediately came to life, so to speak. "let there be light," he smirked when the buttons glowed.

spencer's lips connected to the pulse point of your neck, like the perfect lock and key. "do you want me to use this on you?" he asked, his one hand palming at you through the satin.

"please," you said, though it was closer to a whimper.

his fingers crooked under the waistband of your now soaked panties, beginning to tug them down your body. "good girl."

your mouth fell into an open 'o' as the toy connected to your clit, a sensation you weren't quite used to but couldn't deny you were enjoying already. your head lolled back, your eyes falling closed as you settled into the vibration. spencer, however, didn't seem as pleased when he met you with a low, "who said you were finished trying on your new outfits?"

glassy eyes met dark ones as your gazes connected again. "how am i supposed to-"

"just because you can't try on the panties doesn't mean you can't try on the top pieces," he argued. and with that, he reached around you and grabbed another one of the lingerie tops. "here you go, baby."

just as you reached for the lacy fabric in his hand, the vibration of the toy increased, eliciting a quiet moan from your lips. "fuck," you whimpered, "how am i supposed to try things on when you do stuff like that?"

he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "now, that's no way to talk to your daddy, especially not when he's taking such good care of you and spoiling you today."

your eyes darted away, but his free hand met your chin, pulling your face up to meet his. "do i need to punish you? show everyone in this store what a bad girl you're being right now?"

you shook your head, even though you secretly wanted exactly what he was talking about. reluctantly, you tugged on the lacy bralette, the sheer fabric not leaving anything to the imagination.

he pulled your face towards his once again, meeting you with a kiss so hard, you knew your lips would be swollen afterward. "i like this one," he said against your mouth, his tongue dipping inside it at the end of his statement. you were almost positive there were tiny crescent moons dug into your cheeks when he pulled away, glancing down to the bra you'd just tried on. "ok, next one."

and just as you suspected, the second you tried to pull the bralette off, he increased the vibrations a second time.

"fuck, how do expect me to-"

you immediately regretted the tone you'd just used. "baby, you know what happens when you cop an attitude with me," he reminded you. yes, you did know, and maybe somewhere in the back of your mind, that's why you'd copped the attitude in the first place. "bad girls have to be punished."

his hand met your throat, wrapping around it with delicious pressure. "now, take. it. off."

you managed to get the bra off, his hand releasing just long enough for you to remove the fabric, but meeting you with harder force when it reconnected. his nails dug into your skin, and you moaned at the contact.

his eyes darted to the last piece you hadn't tried on yet, a demanding expression settling on his face. "go ahead. put it on. that one's daddy's favorite."

forget the air being knocked out of your lungs. when he spoke to you like that and gave you that look, you'd just as soon assume you didn't have lungs in the first place. your orgasm was close, but you knew it wouldn't be that easy. and maybe that's why your lips decided to betray you by taunting, "i can't."

"can't or don't want to?" he rebutted, an eyebrow cocking. you knew you'd stayed quiet a beat too long when that eyebrow came down and met the other in an angry furrow.

he scoffed, moving his hand from your neck to your wrist, manhandling you in the way you usually dreamed of. "you're being an ungrateful brat, you know that?" of course you did. "now i have to punish you when all i wanted was to pamper you."

he forced your hand around the handle of the toy, shooting you a look that said, no touching. in swift motions he turned the vibrations up to the highest setting, met your neck with even harder force, and somehow managed to put on the last bra with one hand.

"are you gonna be a good girl now?" he growled, so low you barely heard it.

you somehow nodded, but you should've known that wasn't good enough. spencer repeated his question, slightly louder. loud enough to have you worried the person in the next dressing room over could hear him. you managed a breathy, "yes," as just as you did your orgasm started to hit.

spencer must've noticed your blissed-out eyes, pulling the toy away from your clit immediately. "bad girls don't get to cum," he reminded you, releasing his hold on your neck.

the lack of pressure had you dizzy, falling into his chest as you tried to catch your breath. his lips planted a soft kiss on your hair, his hands grabbing hold of your waist. "aww, is my baby all worn out after doing so much work?" he teased, palm landing on the curve of your ass with a firm slap.

you met him with soft, glassy eyes when your bottom lip puckered out. "can you help me get dressed?" you said sweetly, like you hadn't been the biggest brat to him not three minutes ago.

"well," he said, smacking your ass again, "i suppose, since you asked nicely."

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[crsssie]

down the neck - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff, glancing through the scope at the unsub.

"Well, I have to lay low too, no?" Spencer frowns.

"It doesn't matter." You squint, humming. "Hit the button and ask Hotch if I can shoot. Be fast."

"Hotch, we have a clear shot."

"I have a clear shot."

"Snippy—"

"Fire."

You click your tongue, pulling the trigger once to hit the unsub's hand and a second to snipe the gun out of range as Morgan flies into the place. You watch through the scope as Spencer looks through the binoculars, and you only start to sit up when you see Morgan pull the unsub out. Then, you actually sit up and start packing up.

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff.

"You weren't complaining when I—"

You hold a finger to your lips, pointing at your earpiece as Spencer blinks, laughing when you hear a cough in your ears from Hotch.

"Sorry."

"Need I remind you both of—"

"Nope." You puff out your cheeks, slinging the gun around to your back as Spencer raises a brow. "Actually, I think Reid needs a quick reminder. He'd love to go through another HR meeting about how we shouldn't be fraternizing with—"

"We're good, Hotch." Spencer cuts you off, rolling his eyes at you. "We'll see you back at the station."

"You're driving." You mumble, turning off your mic. "Two dollars and I'll drive. Four dollars and I'll make a stop at McDonalds."

"And for five?"

"I'll sneak in a kiss plus everything else."

"I think that can be arranged." He hums, pulling out a five as you press your lips to his, tongue swiping over your bottom lips as he chases when you pull away. You stick your tongue out teasingly as you take the five, craning your neck so that his lips would hit your neck instead. "Hey."

"I'll drop a ten if you—"

"Reid."

You laugh as Spencer jolts straight, pinching the bridge of his nose at the sound of Hotch.

"Turn off your mic next time."

"Roger that, sir."

You're too busy laughing the rest of the way back to be able to drive. (but spencer has no complaints when you hand him back the five with a chaste kiss to his lips).

[aliteralsemicolon]

Thinking about how Spencer takes care of you when you're too exhausted to take care of yourself.

He walks into your bedroom to find you on the brink of sleep, carelessly curled up on your end of the bed and his brows raise in slight concern as he scans you. You couldn't even be bothered to change out of your day clothes. He chuckles lightly at the sight, as he makes his way to you.

"Baby?" He gently calls to you, rubbing your calf with his hand as he takes a seat next to your legs. You're unable to respond to the sound of his voice despite hearing it. He tries again, this time kneeling on the floor next to your head.

"Angel?" His fingers lightly brush through your hair as he whispers near your ear.

"Hmm?" You reply hazily.

You wait for him to speak so you can go back to sleep but all that follows is silence. He resumes his motions in your hair and it keeps you aware of his presence. He's waiting for you to gain some more consciousness. You rub your eyes, fluttering them open and Spencer's quick to guide your hand away from your face.

Right. Your makeup.

"What's up?" You mumble, stifling a yawn.

"I know you're tired, and I'm sorry for having to wake you up," he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "but you do know why it's bad for you to fall asleep like this?"

This is a topic the two of you have discussed before. You're usually quite meticulous about removing your makeup before bed, but you're also no stranger to nights when you can't find any energy to do so.

"Mhm. Clogged pores, risk of infections, bacteria spread, discomfort…" You trail off, summarising his extensive research.

Getting you up and off this bed is a losing battle tonight and Spencer graciously accepts defeat, sporting an endeared grin.

"Can I at least help you get comfortable? Would it be alright if I took these off for you?" He tugs at your top and waits for your response. You nod, letting out a barely audible hum.

Spencer moves off the floor and begins to remove your clothing. "You're gonna have to help me just a little bit, Angel. Lift your hips for me."

You blindly follow his commands, wanting to get it over with so that he can relax and you can go back to sleep. He doesn't relax, though. As he rids you of the last of your clothing, he mentally fights himself on letting you sleep with your make-up. There are so many risks involved, but hygiene aside, Spencer knows that if you wake up with your pillow stained– or God forbid…a pimple– you're going to be beyond pissed with yourself.

The sudden dip in the mattress slightly startles you, as a cool feeling drags against your cheek and you whine.

"Shhhh, sorry, it's just me." Spencer coos.

"What're you doing?" You groan, squeezing your eyes shut, still in a sleepy haze.

"Just wiping off your makeup, sweet girl. You're going to thank me tomorrow." His finger hooks under your chin and he soothingly rubs his thumb just under your lips.

"Spence…" You begin whining but you're unable to pronounce anything else coherently.

He can tell you're slightly irritated, but he doesn't mind. He knows that it's the exhaustion talking.

"I know, I know." He sympathises with his continually gentle tone. "I'm almost done. You're being so good for me right now."

Your lips pout, but you don't complain any further, his words calming you. By the time he's finished ridding your face of cosmetic residue, you're knocked out again. Light snores can be heard from you. He chuckles to himself at the sight of you. So peaceful. So adorable. He leans in closer and plants a firm, lingering kiss on your forehead before he disappears to get ready for bed himself.

"Spence?"

He turns around at your groggy voice, still half asleep. "Yes?"

"Thank you."

"Anytime, my pretty girl."