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[sunshinegirl29]

Prologue - Spencer Reid X O/C

Hi! So, this is my first attempt at writing any fanfic. I'm nervous but I've ran out of things to read, so I thought I'd start writing. I know people usually like reader inserts, and I'll do those in drabbles as I get used to second person. Any tips and such are welcome.

To sum it up, this is the Prologue of my fic. I'm going to play about with time a little. What if Spencer was married to Maeve already, I'm picturing them younger - like fresh, young season 1-3 Spencer.

Prologue - Parking Lot Lights.

January 2007. 8:30pm

Death, more often than not, was a slow striptease of a show.  There were ways it could be done fast, sure – gunshot or massive head trauma. But Kat preferred something a little more, hands on.

Yeah, being just shy of twenty with a kill count hitting double digits, wasn’t ideal, but that was the least of her worries as she tapped jovially on the tinted glass of the unsuspecting car.  She was grateful of the pitch-black winter night, it meant that she could not see the mess of blood and bone that was about to make a Jackson Pollock of the passenger seat.

“Hey Darlin’, wanna pass me that?”  She croons around the pink stolen gum, watching the woman reach shakily into the open glove compartment. When their gazes lock for the first time, through the misty haze of the parking lot light, Kat laughs, basking in the exquisite moment her features slip.

“Thanks hon. Now, any last words?”  She stops, slapping a palm over her face. “Too cliché? Yeah, you’re right.” She sighs, waving the Glock with disinterest.  It’s quick and dirty and loud but makes a pretty picture against the tan interior.  She pushes her fringe out of her face and almost laughs, hearing the sirens grow closer.

“Couldn’t let me have a minute of fun, could they?” She pauses, scrolling through the crumpled list shoved into her back pocket and remembers the rules – no phones, too trackable.

“Maeve huh?” She hums, stroking the corpses pale cheek gently, trying not to think about the way her stomach clenches.

Sliding the body out, she catches her breath, clocking the rock wrapping its slender finger. Shit. She didn’t bank on this; someone would be bound to miss this bitch soon and she couldn’t have that.

Kat leaned her forehead against the window, the cold solidity of the glass reflecting her exhaustion back at her.  Without make-up, the bruises and all the sleepless night of recent months were etched on her face like a confession.

“Why did you have to be married?”

She did not come here to feel bad, if she was wise, she wouldn’t have come here at all.  “One more, he urged, one more and you can leave – no more killing, your debt is paid.”

Kat twists her hand around the barrel of the gun, chewing mindlessly on the flavourless gum for a few more seconds before discarding it on the blacktop and getting in the car, mindful to wipe the copious amount of blood from her face with a dirty sleeve.

“For my father, who is not evil. Well, maybe a little bit.” Her joyful cackles are drowned out by encroaching sirens.

A vicious screech echoes through the hospital parking lot, the last traces of Katy Carson speed away in an expensive car.

Well, hope you enjoyed this little snipped, just ask if you wanna be tagged! xo

[incognit0slut]

The Last Laugh

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Spencer is forced to share a room with his rival. This is part two of Lose Control but can be read as a standalone.

warnings: sexual tension, a lot of banter, female oral, edging, rough sex, unplanned creampie (is that a thing?) words: 5,3k a/n: someone requested a part two with a one-bedroom trope and since this is one of my favorite stories, I had to do it

...Thinkin' you're winnin' with all of your grinning but I got the last laugh...

"I'M NOT SLEEPING WITH REID."

The idea was absurd. Ridiculous. Insane. Out of all the people in her team, why was she paired up with him?

According to Garcia, the only choice she had to spend the night in this remote town was with the person she least wanted to engage with. Did Garcia not know how much she had been trying to avoid him? How much she had been attempting to act as if the mere proximity with him wasn't making her lose her mind?

"Why not?" Garcia asked, handing her a key. "He's not that bad of a roommate, well, if you overlook his tendency to share random facts in the middle of the night, then he's really not that bad."

"Do you not hear yourself?" She steadied her gaze to her friend. "You want me to share a room with the person I hate the most?"

Garcia rolled her eyes. "You guys really should stop with this nonsense. You're both grown adults."

"I'll treat him like an adult if he starts to act like one." Her eyes drifted toward the man of the hour, standing at the other end of this old-looking hotel that seemed too close to falling apart, engaged in conversation with Luke. She then glanced back at Garcia. "Why can't he share a room with Luke?"

"Because I'm sharing a room with Luke."

She shot Garcia an incredulous look. "You're rooming with Luke? Since when?"

"Since always. We're buddies, remember?" She cocked an eyebrow and Garcia sighed. "Don't look at me like that, we're just friends. Besides, you and Reid are the only ones left without a roommate. Consider this your opportunity for personal growth or whatever."

"Personal growth? More like a crash course in patience. And what's the deal with Reid anyway? Why does he always have to be the exception?"

Garcia leaned in, her tone conspiratorial. "Well, let's just say Luke and I enjoy our peace. Reid, on the other hand, is like a walking encyclopedia. I figured it's your turn to experience that charm up close."

She scowled, a mix of annoyance and resignation on her face. "Charm? That's a generous way to put it."

Garcia stared back with an air of nonchalance that only seemed to amplify her exasperation. "Look, it's only one night. What's the worst that could happen?"

She shot her friend a withering glance as if the absurdity of the situation needed no further clarification. "The worst is that I might end up committing another crime in this town before the night ends."

Garcia raised an eyebrow, her amusement evident. "You're exaggerating, Reid is harmless. Plus, all the other rooms are fully booked. Consider yourself lucky we even found a place to stay."

"Lucky is not the word I would use right now."

"Just try to survive the night without killing each other," Garcia chuckled, ignoring the glare shot towards her way. "Give him a chance."

Her incredulous stare intensified. "A chance? Garcia, the man tried to argue with me about the most efficient way to organize my desk. And you know what's ironic? His own desk is a complete mess."

Garcia sighed, her playful demeanor softening. "One night, Y/n, that's all I'm asking."

She pursed her lips together. She could go on about how bad it would be to share a room with him, but the thing was, it would raise questions she did not want to answer. There was a limit to how much her disdain could stop her from entertaining the idea, and her avoidance, she realized, was more than just mere hatred.

Annoyed that she couldn't do anything to escape the situation, she shot a disapproving glance at him, who was still engrossed in conversation with Luke. With a resigned shake of her head, she turned back to Garcia.

"Whatever." She sighed, begrudgingly accepting the key Garcia handed her. "But if he starts reciting facts about, I don't know, the history of dental floss or something, I'm blaming you."

Garcia laughed. "Fair enough." She shoved her shoulder playfully. "But who knows, maybe you'll discover he's not as bad as you think."

That was the problem. Spencer Reid, in her eyes, was starting to... change. And she hated that. Why was the man she had never bothered to befriend occupying her mind more than she wanted him to? Was it because she now knew what it felt like to have his body pressed against hers? What it felt like to have him grunt in pleasure right in her ear? Just because they had sex?

Nope. Nuh-huh. She wasn't going to think of him differently tonight—or ever, for that matter.

She gave Garcia one last glare before making her way across the creaky floorboards toward him. Noticing her presence coming close, Spencer looked up and a slight tension filled the air as his gaze locked with hers. She quickly shook her head.

"You're sleeping on the floor," she declared with a point of her finger when she reached him.

A small amused smile played on his lips. "We're sharing a room?"

"Unfortunately," she grumbled. She then focused her attention on Luke. "Do you want to switch roommates?"

Luke chuckled. "I'm afraid I'm stuck with Garcia. Besides," he patted Spencer on the shoulder, "Don't act like you're not eager to spend the night with him."

Her eyes went wide. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Luke simply shrugged with a mischievous glint in his eyes, and walked away, leavingher staring at Spencer with a mix of confusion and suspicion. "What did you tell him?"

Spencer frowned. "Nothing." He sighed when her stare didn't back down. "Nothing, I swear. Luke tends to have his own way of interpreting things."

She narrowed her eyes, not entirely convinced, but decided to let it go for the moment. She turned on her heels, not waiting for him as she walked to their destinated room. She felt his presence close behind her but kept her mouth closed.

Spencer, on the other hand, found the situation amusing. He really shouldn't find any entertainment in her visible annoyance towards him, but he did. He couldn't help but notice that despite being angry, she still looked unbelievably attractive. The scowl on her face, her pursed lips, her chest heaving in anger. He took a step closer.

"This must be hard for you," he commented.

"What is?" she shot back, maintaining her brisk pace.

"Staying the night with me when you've been avoiding me."

Her jaw tightened. "I haven't been avoiding you."

"Really? So you haven't gone out of your way to avoid looking in my direction ever since what happened?"

Her steps faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, refusing to show any vulnerability. "That doesn't mean I've been actively avoiding you. It just means I have better things to do than engage in pointless conversations."

Spencer raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Pointless conversations, or conversations you're trying to avoid?"

She shot him a sharp look but didn't respond. "You know," he began again. "You do seem to be acting differently ever since that day."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Spencer couldn't resist a faint smile at her denial. "You really don't know what I'm referring to?"

She huffed, not giving him the satisfaction of a response. The narrow hallway seemed to amplify the unresolved tension between them as they stopped right in front of their room. She could feel his gaze on her, and it only fueled her annoyance.

She tried to ignore him by unlocking the door, but as she pushed it open, she felt his presence looming behind her. His proximity was so close that she held her breath as he gripped the edge of the door in front of her. His breath brushed her neck and her eyes involuntarily fluttered close when his other hand slowly rested on her waist.

"Should I help you jog your memory back?"

Her eyes shot open. She shoved him aside and stepped into the room. "No funny business, Reid. Keep your dick in your pants tonight."

His laughter lingered in the air as he followed her inside, closing the door behind him. "The question is," he taunted. "Can you keep it in my pants?"

She scoffed. Who was he and what did he do to the Spencer she once knew? The guy she remembered lacked any humor and always kept his distance from her. It was hard to believe a simple encounter—could you call sex as simple?—had turned him so crude, or maybe, she considered, this was his true self all along.

She decided to ignore his words as her eyes scanned the cramped room, containing only an old dresser, a nightstand, and a queen-sized bed, which she pointed at assertively. "That bed is mine."

His brow furrowed. "Why do I have to sleep on the floor?"

"You want me to sleep on the floor?" Her hand gracefully moved to her chest in a dramatic gasp. "Where is your chivalry, Dr. Reid?"

"We could share the bed."

She simply stared back at him, her eyes narrowing with a mix of disbelief and incredulity. Spencer, unable to resist stirring the pot, shot back with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Come on, it won't be so bad. Did you know that the concept of sharing a bed has been a cultural practice for centuries? It symbolizes unity and—"

"Reid," she interrupted, shooting him a pointed look. "If you're trying to annoy me, you're doing an excellent job."

He grinned, clearly enjoying her irritation. "I'm just stating a fact. Sharing a room, sharing a bed—it's all deeply rooted in human history."

She sighed, rolling her eyes. "I highly doubt our situation is deeply rooted in anything other than poor hotel arrangements."

Spencer chuckled, undeterred, his laughter resonating in the dimly lit room as he took a step closer to her. The worn-out floor creaked beneath his feet, echoing the subtle tension that lingered in the confined space of the room. "You never know. We might be making history right now."

She shot him a skeptical look, her gaze unwavering. "I doubt historians will be interested in this disaster."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you always this skeptical, or is it just reserved for me?"

"It's just reserved for annoying people," she retorted, not missing a beat. She took a deliberate step closer to him, the air thick with a blend of tension and... something else. Her heart quickened as his gaze swiftly swept over her lips before dragging back to her eyes.

"Really?" He closed the distance between them, and she held her ground, tilting her head back to meet his gaze due to his towering height. A subtle trace of his scent hung in the air, his presence enveloping her. She felt a sudden shift in the air, her senses heightened, and her eyes traced the contours of his face—the sharp angles of his jaw, the warmth reflected in his hazel eyes. She also could sense the initial surge of longing coursing through her body.

Shit.

"Believe it or not," he added, his voice a low murmur that resonated in the confined space. "I find your company quite fascinating."

"Fascinating?" She responded, but it came out more breathless than she had intended. She took a deep breath, trying to act as if his close proximity wasn't affecting her. Her pulse, however, betrayed her composure. And it was evident in her voice. "T- That's a stretch."

"Really?" His lips curved into a subtle smile, catching the shift in her demeanor. "I think there's a small part of you that's enjoying this."

"Enjoy what? Your random facts and annoying habits?"

Spencer leaned forward. A tension crackled between them, and it swam in his eyes and played on his lips. It pulled at her chest, making her heartbeat flutter in her throat, and to her surprise, he extended his hand, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch left a searing sensation on her skin.

"Admit it, you're starting to see a different side of me."

She shook her head, refusing to acknowledge his point. "One night doesn't change anything."

"You're right." His hand made its way to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. "It can change everything."

Before she could register what he was doing, he closed the distance between them, holding her still as his lips crashed on hers. A thousand things flooded her mind all at once—each of them revolving around him. The way she melted into him felt oddly natural. The way his hands began to roam her body, the way her mouth opened for his tongue, the way her kisses became hungrier, also felt natural.

Which was bad. Really, really bad. This wasn't supposed to happen. One time, she could call it a mistake. But allowing him to have his way with her for the second time... there was no one to blame but herself. She should push him away and set the boundaries she was supposed to set the moment he invaded her personal space. But it was hard to think rationally when he tasted so good.

It was hard to stand her ground when his teeth softly nibbled her bottom lip. It was hard to think straight when she was already pulling hard at the locks at the base of his neck as his tongue explored her mouth, blindly walking her back until her back was pressing onto the wall.

"Look at you," he laughed against her lips. "You're not pushing me away."

"Shut up," she hissed, trying her best to keep her tone icy. But then again, it was hard to stay angry when he was touching her like this. His greedy hand traveled up her thighs, massaging the plush flesh. His fingers finally found the hem of her pants, and he swallowed her moan when they dipped underneath the material, slipping right underneath her panties.

Her breath hitched when two of his long fingers slide between her folds, spreading her slick before finding its rightful place on her clit. Spencer didn't hesitate when he started rubbing at her nub, smooth and deliberate, it made her toes curl and her body jumped in a moment of surprised bliss.

Her sound of pleasure was music to his ears, urging him to satisfy her even more. He was quick when those same fingers dipped inside her core, her inner walls tensing at the sudden yet pleasurable stretch. There was a distinct sound along her needy whines, wet and slapping as his palm makes contact with her clit every time he was knuckle-deep inside her. Her head fell back to the wall, mouth agape, face flushed—a sight Spencer secretly wanted to commit into his memory.

Without even noticing it, her hips started grinding to chase his fingers, desperate to reach that familiar pleasure twisting in her core. Her movement didn't go unnoticed by him, an amused, deep chuckle reverberating from his chest while he pulled his fingers out of her, rubbing her clit aggressively, knowing it would make her reach her high faster.

"You're going to cum, aren't you? This quick?" She glared at him through half-lidded eyes, not giving him an answer. His smile widened at her resistance. "Do you think I should let you?"

Her heart quickened its pace, knowing well enough what he was about to do. He was going to tease her, or as she liked to think, he was going to torture her by not giving her what she wanted. Her theory was proved right when he leaned down, his face inches away from hers, a sly smile on his lips.

"Beg me."

She quickly shook her head. A hand snaked up her back until it found the base of her skull. His fingers brushed through her strands before gripping hard, sending a jolt of pain down her spine as he yanked her head back.

"Beg me."

"Fuck you—ah!" A sudden pressure of his fingers sent pleasure shooting through her, pushing a moan from her that filled the room like a ringing bell—a bell that signaled the fact that despite how much she knew she shouldn't, she was already surrendering to his touch.

"No?" He taunted, his breath brushing against her ear. "Then I'm not letting you cum."

And just like that, the pleasure rippling through her body was ripped away.

He swiftly pulled his hand from under her pants with a smirk she wanted to wipe off before turning his back to her, leaving her all flustered. She took a moment to collect herself, her mind racing to grasp the situation. She loathed him. She really did. She despised the way he was so full of himself.

With a determined exhale, she shook off the flustered feeling that lingered. He may have momentarily unsettled her, but she was not one to let her guard down easily. She was not going to let him get under her skin. If he could make her sexually frustrated, then so could she.

If he was going to play dirty, she was going to get filthy.

Her shirt was the first thing that came off. Then she unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down over her legs. Dear god, she was going to regret this, wasn't she? But she couldn't stop. Not when the rustle of her clothes echoed in the quiet space and Spencer turned around, jaw slacked, a startled expression crossed his face as he watched her.

"W-What are you doing?"

There. That was what she wanted. That priceless, wide-eyed, disbelief face. She had to keep going.

"Taking matters into my own hands."

Her hand reached around to unclasp her bra before she intentionally took her time sliding the straps down her arms, enjoying the way his jaw clenched as you did. Eyes still focused on him, she tossed it to the side. Her hands lowered afterward, and an audible gasp escaped his lips as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down her legs.

"You're always so smug," she murmured, taking a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Thinking you have control of me."

Right hand reaching up, her fingertips just lightly swept the length of his stubbled chin, just below his lips. The corner of his mouth only drew up further at her touch. She smiled at his reaction, and her fingers dropped down to grip his chin firmly.

"But I can satisfy myself just fine."

And then she pulled away, the smirk now missing from his lips as she backed out of his reach. She then settled on the bed, and with her eyes never leaving him, she spread her legs wide open. She watched as a breathless sigh escaped his lips and smiled triumphantly, especially when the bulge growing in his dark pants was impossible to ignore.

With her gaze lingering on his steadily growing erection, she trailed her hand down her stomach, the tips of her fingers paused just over her clit. "What's wrong, Reid?" She hummed out, watching his chest heave. "You seem to be speechless."

Because he was, how could he not be when the pad of her middle finger slowly started to lightly circle over her clit. He watched as she teased herself, fingers gliding between her folds, gathering her arousal before slipping a finger inside. She gasped, the wet sound was audible even to her own ears as she gradually pumped her finger in and out.

He took a step closer, and her fingers moved faster as his eyes raked over her body—her luscious breasts fully exposed, legs spread apart, fingers between her thighs. A faint moan fell out of her, her eyes partially closing all the while her fingers never ceased their movement, vigorously thrusting into her cunt.

She then proceeded to put on a show for him, throwing her head back and rolling her hips. He was standing close to her now, eyes focused on her body, his tongue sliding along his lower lip. Her cunt immediately clenched at the sight of him, a bulge straining at the fabric of his pants. The sight sent a surge of warmth through her body, spreading from between her thighs to her cheeks as her fingers quickened in pace and her legs spread farther for him to see.

He was trying to hold himself, it was obvious in the way he held his composure. But then she watched with satisfaction as he stalked towards her, and just because she wanted to fluster him, she couldn't help herself from letting out a needy whine as she slipped her fingers out before rubbing her clit desperately, her eyes boring into his.

"Spencer," she moaned.

That was precisely when he lost it. He didn't even hesitate. He marched straight to her, and her finger stopped in its movement as she watched him settle between her legs, sinking to his knees. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and roughly yanked her over the edge of the mattress, and she fell on her back with a squeal.

"You're a goddamn tease, you know that?" He sneered, his warm breath brushing over her heat. "Fine, I'll let you win this time."

A gasp escaped her lips when he wasted no time leaning in, burying his head between her thighs. He wasted no time as she grabbed onto the sheets, feeling his tongue draw circles around her clit before flicking up and down at a rapid pace. Her thighs tighten around his head. and her whole body trembled beneath him, encouraging him to move his tongue faster.

His fingers dug into her thighs, holding them apart as he took his time. Ever so slowly he licked up her slit, gathering her juices on his tongue until he reached her clit, groaning every second of the way until she was shivering beneath his touch. She was breathless, mind buzzing and the room spinning as he thrust his tongue into her warmth, face becoming so deep between her thighs that heat rushed through her body.

When her thighs trembled and threatened to close, he made sure two heavy palms kept them open long enough for his tongue to drag deeper inside her. With a roll of his tongue, he was lapping at her walls, swallowing every drop until the second he heard her begin to whine.

It was embarrassing, letting him hear how worked up she was. But she couldn't help it, not when she was losing control of her mind and body. Her hips were starting to buck to meet his tongue. Her jaw slacked. Low moans spilled from her lips as he continued to ravish her, and her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her to hold onto her sanity as waves of pure overwhelming pleasure took hold of her.

"Oh my god," she whimpered, voice two octaves higher before growing silent. She was so, so close to the edge, his tongue relentlessly sucking her clit, licking, swirling over her entrance until her mind fell blank from the bliss. The heat began swelling from between her thighs, tension tightening and all she did was screw her eyes shut.

But seconds before the pleasure was nearly too much to bear, he suddenly pulled away.

"Reid!" She hissed, looking down between her legs. "You're fucking annoying."

He looked up at her with a teasing glint in his eyes, then his mouth parted a second before his tongue swiped over his lip to taste the remnants of her arousal. "What?"

Unbelievable. After pulling that stunt, he had the audacity to feign innocence. She huffed and opened her mouth to retort something but when he started to undress himself, she couldn't think of anything. Her mind was too busy taking in his slightly toned arms, his broad chest, his slim waist, and that patch of soft hair trailing down his stomach, disappearing underneath his pants.

And that was gone too, and now he was standing without any shred of clothing, and it then dawned on her that they were both very much naked. Their first time in that dusty storage room happened too fast that they didn't bother taking off their clothes, but now she had the time to sink in the way he looked wearing nothing but a smirk.

"I didn't bring a condom," he said as he climbed onto the bed. Like that was going to stop them, it didn't stop them before and it most definitely won't stop them now.

"It's fine," she mumbled just as he settled between her legs again, but when his eyes lit up at her words, she smacked his shoulder. "But you're still not finishing inside me."

He merely hummed a reply. Then seconds later he was lining up the tip of his cock with her entrance. His eyes meet hers as he teased her, and she noticed the smirk appear once again on his lips. She pushed her hips toward him, gripping his arm irritatedly, and released a breathy 'hurry up' before she could change her mind.

He wasted no more time pushing himself into her without warning, earning a gasp while he stretched her completely. He pressed his body into her, allowing her lips to collide with his and moan into the kiss when she felt him pull away just enough to slam back into her with one harsh thrust. His hands suddenly reached for her wrists, and he gripped them above her head, pushing them onto the mattress.

His eyes darkened as he looked down at her, and she quickly shut her own as he pumped himself into her cunt over and over again. His motions were aggressive, sloppy, and wild. The moment a particularly deep and brutal thrust hit her at the right spot was the moment she finally gave in to weakness as she let out a loud moan, her mind going blank to everything but the pleasure he was giving her.

Then he pulled back again, and his thick cock slid out of her partway, glistening with her juices, splitting her pussy apart around it before snapping forward, his hips going at a brutal pace, making her whole body bounce from the contact.

"God, you feel incredible," he groaned out just as she gasped from the intense pressure of him inside her, head falling above her, jaw slacked, sweat dripping down his temple. Her eyes fluttered open before exhaling a heavy breath, feeling him tightening his grip on her wrists. "We need to do this more often."

Though she didn't say it, she agreed with him. And it pained her to even consider making this a habit. But it was tempting. It was so tempting that the thought of having him inside her anytime and anywhere had her clenching around his cock, earning a low grunt deep within his chest.

Then something snapped inside her. She had started off holding back, keeping herself in check against the rising wave of sensations. But then, in a moment that felt like a long-awaited release, she decided finally to let go when he continued to hit that perfect spot inside her, and she almost felt ashamed at the noises she was making. She wasn't as vocal when she was alone, nor with other men, yet the man she claimed to hate earned every whimper, every desperate moan.

Hearing her cries urged Spencer even more. He leaned over to her and pushed himself deeper, earning a gasp from her as her legs fell apart even further, letting him sink himself as deep as he could. He pushed her hands above her head and hovered above her, letting his temple fall against hers as his hips rutted violently.

The pressure rose and the tension coiled in the pit of her stomach. Sweats beaded over her skin just the same as him, crying out for him, moans mixing with filthy noises of him thrusting into her wet cunt. His powerful thrusts then quickened, causing her to grow weak her body began to quiver in his grasp.

She cried out, wanting to warn him she was growing close to the edge, her mind growing numb, everything around her fading into black. But didn't give her the chance to speak before he pressed his mouth on hers in a heated kiss, all sloppy and wet and desperate, latching on her lips with so much fervor.

She felt him everywhere. On her lips, biting on her soft flesh. On her breasts, his chest rubbing against her hard nipples. And between her legs, his cock stretching her deliciously, a pleasant feeling that had her whining against his mouth.

But before she could whimper anything else, the pleasure erupted inside of her, red hot heat unraveling to every limb. Her release was a fiery blast—white-hot and overwhelming, turning her into the image of destruction. Her hair stuck to her skin, her back arching off the bed, feeling overwhelmed as his cock hit her deeper. She succumbed to the bliss, eyes shut tight, and her furrowed brow as she surrendered through her orgasm. 

He held her tighter, pumping himself into her as she finally let go, calling out his name in a breathless whimper. She came so hard her legs were shaking uncontrollably, but he didn't stop. He pounded into her harder, reveling in the way she fell apart for him.

"I-I'm close," he grunted. "Where... where do you want me to—"

"Inside."

He looked down at her, trying to hold himself to not combust right there and then. "Are you—" he groaned when she clenched around him. "Are you sure?"

She was already too deep in her climax that any worries faded away. It was like time slowed down, and all that mattered was the intense sensations taking over her body. It was wrong, but it was what she wanted. She wanted to be full of him.

"Yes. Please, just—please," she whispered. "Cum inside me."

It was enough for him to let go, chasing his own pleasure inside of her, hitting deep within her walls as her own arousal dripped out around him. The slick and messy noises mixed with his groans filled the room, heat continuing to rush to her face as her entire body became overly sensitive.

With one final, sharp inhale, the bliss took hold of him. His hips slowed as he began to release inside of her, filling her up with a few huffs and grunts, creating a bigger mess between her thighs. He thrust one last time as the last few drops spilled from him, continuing to press his body against hers as closely as possible.

Then everything went silent except the sound of their ragged breathing. He pulled out of her with a heavy sigh, just as spent as her, breathless beyond belief. He collapsed on the bed, his chest rising up and down as he tried to gain some sense of control, his mind trying to grasp on the euphoria that happened moments ago.

"Well that was—"

She quickly nodded beside him. "Yeah."

Spencer turned his head towards her, and she could already feel him gloating that before he had the chance to say anything, she covered his mouth with her hand. "Do not say anything."

His reply was muffled underneath her palm, and she didn't understand what he was trying to say. She didn't even bother wanting to listen to him anymore. So she got off the bed, wincing when she felt the mess dripping down her thighs as she walked over to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"

"Taking a shower," she called out. "I feel... sticky."

She then heard some rustling and she turned to see him hopping off the bed, following behind her. She narrowed her eyes. "Where are you going?"

"I feel sticky too."

"Spencer."

His lips twitched into an amused smile. "You called me Spencer."

She groaned and turned around. "We're not showering together, Reid."

"Why not?" He pressed, following her behind. "I promise to be on my best behavior."

She looked at him, assessing the way he was practically begging with his eyes. She was pondering whether it was a good idea to spend more time with him in an enclosed space. Probably not, but considering all the filthy, nasty things they had done, sharing a shower seemed harmless. 

"Alright, fine," she caved in, letting out a sigh. "Just keep your hands to yourself."

He nodded eagerly, but she should've thought better when the spray of water finally hit their bodies and he closed in around her, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he held her waist. Then he pressed her against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall, and it was safe to say that he could not, as a matter of fact, keep his hands to himself.

Not that she was complaining.

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a/n: I know this was supposed to be enemies to fuckable enemies but they're really starting to grow on me, they kinda cute

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Coffee Shop - Chapter 2

Summary: Spencer can't seem to hide why he was late that morning.

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“I thought you wanted to head here right after your lecture?”, Hotch greeted Reid as he hurriedly entered and sat next to JJ at the round table. “Yeah uh.. I ran into someone, sorry, what do we have?”, he tried to get the attention off of him, which made Morgan smirk. “Oh did you now pretty boy?” Spencer nodded and turned his attention back to JJ who had now gotten up and started the briefing.

They were going to Washington State where three girls had gone missing. After talking over victimology and the MO on the plane they all settled down to do their own thing. Reid was seated next to JJ with Emily and Morgan across from them. “So who’d you run into? Someone we know?” Reid looked up at Morgan and both Emily and JJ listened in too.

“No.. I uh..” “Reid?”, Emily smirked now. “You don’t know them, I uhm.. I didn’t know them either.” Morgan furrowed his brows. “What do you mean you didn’t know them either?” “I uhm.. I ran into them in the literal sense.” JJ cringed and looked over at her friend as Morgan laughed out loud. “You knocked someone over?” “Well technically she ran into me, but uhm yeah her stuff was all over the floor and she was in a hurry to hand in a paper so I helped her and uhm yeah that’s why I was late.” “Her, huh? She cute?” Morgan smirked. “Aww Reid you’re blushing!”, Emily exclaimed and Morgan shook his head laughing. “Pretty boy met a pretty girl.” “I’m not I.. She isn't.. No... uh.. she was really nice.”

Spencer was clearly nervous, trying to say anything that would make them less suspicious but failing miserably. “Tell me you got her number, look at you, you’re all flustered Reid.”. Morgan's words only made Spencer more uncomfortable.

He hadn't planned on telling them about Marie. He really did like her from the short interaction this morning and it had taken everything in him to push himself to ask for her number, which he only did because she seemed even more awkward than him. He thought he had done a pretty good job at not being too nervous earlier, but now with the three of his friends questioning him like this, he went back to his old self-conscious self again, which annoyed him.

“Spence?”, JJ nudged him now and he sighed in defeat. “I … bought her a coffee, she was really tired because she had just handed in a term paper and uhm.. yeah I ... I did ask her for her number.” “Spencer Reid finally got game!”, Morgan announced proudly and Spencer rolled his eyes.

“How did that all happen from just running into her?”, Emily questioned now, not dropping the matter just yet. “Well we got talking, because she is a literature student and she is actually german so we were able to talk in German which was interesting, especially because I couldn’t tell by her accent, only when she told me her name I realised that she adapted it to sound English when really it was German.”, he finally rambled along while the three smirked at him.

“Well be sure to give that girl a call.” Morgan grinned and finally they moved on. Spencer let out a sigh of relief thinking about this morning. He had never done that, so openly asking for a girl’s number or inviting her to coffee, but somehow Marie got to him. He wanted to make her calm down and feel better, although he didn’t even know her. Just from the short interaction he was just really drawn to her, he couldn’t pin it down yet, it was just a feeling and he actually wanted to know if she did do good on that paper, hell he wanted to read that paper. He wanted to know more about her. He knew what the assignment was about from the pages that he had seen scattered in front of him and that had led him to believe that she wasn’t only a literature student but also studying to become a teacher, he was sure he had seen a lesson plan attached to the main body of text. 

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After Dr Spencer Reid had left the coffee shop Marie still couldn't wrap her head around what had just happened. She had run into a guy who had not only been understanding enough to look after her stuff but who had bought her coffee, talked in her native language and asked for her number? And not just any guy, possibly the most beautiful man she had ever laid her eyes on. He was so handsome and tall, his cute hair falling down to the side in soft curls. She felt shivers down her back when she thought about those warm brown eyes on her. It still made her nervous. He was way out of her league and a little older too, she didn’t even realise at first, but he had to be, already having his Dr. and looking back he also acted a little more mature than most guys her age that she knew.

So why did he ask for her number? Probably just to have someone to practice his language with, right? He seemed like the type to be wanting to do that and like he said he wanted to ask about the paper... But that was fine too. She shouldn't excpect anything else it would only upset her later.

She didn’t have that many friends in the city and would be happy to gain a new one. She had moved to Virginia right after High School. Her parents and younger brother were still back in Washington State, but this was the University that Marie had gotten into, across the country. She had always wanted to start over fresh so while she missed her family, she looked at it as an adventure. Her parents were trying to convince her to go back to Germany for University and it would have made a lot of sense financially seeing as tuition is free back there, but Marie wanted to stay in the US long term and studying English in Germany would make her able to teach the language to non-native speakers, but would do nothing in her wanting to teach American high schoolers. So she moved to Virginia and had been living there for three years without forming too many tight-knit friendships other than her roommate and best friend Gia and two other girls that were friends with Gia and by default also friends with her.

The girl finished her coffee and finally headed back home. When she entered the apartment she could already hear music blaring from her flatmate’s room. “”Marieee, your back! Did you do it? Please tell me you made it!”, Gia came rushing out of her room, her blonde hair tucked up into a messy bun. Marie laughed. “I did, thank god, I am going to do nothing but eat sleep and chill today.” “Preach girl! I can’t believe how close of a call that was, you really need to work on that.” Marie chuckled and let herself plop down onto their couch. “I know, I’m horrible. You’re in a good mood, what’s up?” Gia smiled widely. “Oh you know a certain somebody finally texted me.” Marie’s eyes grew wide. “Eric? Gosh finally how long have you two been eyeing each other? A year?!” “It’s not my fault he never did anything!” “So what did he say? He ask you out?”

The usually bold and outgoing Gia grew quiet and blushed. “Well yeah we’re going to the movies later and then he’s taking me out for dinner.” “Woah that’s huge! And out of nowhere too!” Gia plopped down beside the girl, a smirk on her face and then it clicked for Marie. “This isn’t out of nowhere is it?”, she laughed. “Well I have kind of been saying stuff to him and his friends, but more jokingly, I mean come on a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do!” Marie laughed. “I could never! But good for you! It’s going to be so good!” “I know May, you’re a socially awkward dork when it comes to guys. You need to get bolder too. Tell you what, if me and Eric get together, I’ll set you up with one of his friends!”

The comment stung a little. Marie knew she wasn’t exactly confident like Gia, but she didn’t need her pity either. Like always she brushed over it and forced out a laugh. “No thanks, I am doing just fine.” She winked at her friend and got up. “I guess I’m gonna take that nap now.”, she announced before disappearing to her room.

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Spencer wasn’t as concentrated as usual. Nobody else had noticed but his thoughts constantly trailed to that number saved in his phone. They had been in Seattle for two days already and had finally closed in on the Unsub and the girls' location after he had made the connection that the Unsub probably didn’t target the girls directly but rather their parents. Thankfully they were able to save all three of them and before he knew it he found himself back in his seat on the jet. He had made sure to sit in the back alone this time so he could think about what to do about the number in his phone. Would she even want him to text? They had barely spoken and she had obviously been distant using the formal personal pronouns when addressing him in her native language, that could have been a cultural thing though, Germans tended to be more distant with strangers. Was he overthinking this? Would she have given him her number if she didn’t want him to reach out? He hadn’t finished that thought when he was startled by Morgan moving to sit in front of him. Spencer couldn’t but roll his eyes. 

“I saw that pretty boy! And I haven’t even said anything.” He sighed. “I know but you’re about to.” “Now that’s just rude.” “Morgan I know why you came over here and I’m not talking about it.” “Come on Reid, I know you haven’t used that number in your phone yet and I know you need a little friendly push to do it, so..”

He knew Morgan was right. “What am I supposed to say though? She probably just gave me the number to shut me up anyways.” “If that was the case she would have given you a fake number, so you got nothing to lose here, just ask her how she’s doing, invite her out, anything really. It's been what? Three days? That girl is probably waiting for a text from that pretty boy that asked for her number!” Spencer blushed profusely and looked down at his phone again, his heart rate picking up even more. Maybe he shouldn't have waited so long to text? He sighed. “Okay, but you gotta leave me alone now.”

He didn’t need to say something else, Morgan got up with a smirk and patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Go get her.” Reid stared at his phone. What should he say? *Hi Marie, this is Spencer. Hope you caught up on some sleep.* Was that good? Was it enough? Should he invite her out right away? Before he could overthink anymore he send the message and just stared at it for a second. The moment it said ‘delivered’ he got nervous again. So it was probably the correct number. But what was she even supposed to text back to that message? Shit. He was just about to send a follow-up text when he saw the three dots indicating that she was typing. He didn't think his heart had even pounded this quickly. *Hi you! I did, actually barely did anything else these past days haha. It was nice to hear from you!* Spencer couldn’t but smile at that. *Well I would say you deserve that! So no more exams or papers now?*, he asked, genuinely curious about what her life looked like right now. His phone buzzed again. *Thanks for reminding me Dr. I have been successfully pushing those thoughts away until now.*

Spencer’s stomach turned, he hadn't wanted to make her feel bad. From what he could tell she was easily stressed, but it sounded like she was a master procrastinator too. *Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad!*, he tried. *Oh no! Don’t worry, I needed to be reminded of that!* He sighed in relief. *Well, if you have time, would you maybe want to get coffee again sometime? With me I mean... I am getting back to town tonight, so maybe tomorrow morning?*

While she quickly responded the other few times, it took her way longer this time. Spencer was getting worried. Of course, she didn’t want that, he had read too much into their small interaction, he started overthinking it again until finally another text came in. *I would like that. :)*

Chapter 3

[bondwithme-murderstyle]

chapter sevennnn got away from me a little but we vibe with the circus

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WHAT ELYSIUM HAVE YOU KNOWN? (s.r.)

SOULS OF POETS DEAD AND GONE, WHAT ELYSIUM HAVE YOU KNOWN?

[PART THREE OF THREE]

IN WHICH: Spencer discovers just how fun her previous profession can be, and cannot wait to get her back to the hotel...

PAIRING: Season3!SpencerReid/Fem!BAU!OC

CATEGORY: Smut (18+, NSFW)

CONTENT: Swearing, established secret relationship, lap dance, Spencer being an awkward fucking nerd, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected penetrative sex (wear a condom kids), fact-fucking, desperate, less experienced Spencer

WORD COUNT: 10k...(my god, that's a lot of words)

PUBLISHED: 16/10/2024

‘Alright.’ I say as I lock the door behind us, pulling the small blind across the window to ensure our privacy. No one is going to be walking in on us anytime soon. ‘Here we are.’

The room is dimly lit by a single, flickering red bulb, casting the entire space in a deep, sultry glow. A raised platform dominates the right side of the room, a glistening chrome pole standing to attention in the centre, and an entire wall of mirrors reflecting the stage behind it. Aimed at the platform is a well worn two-person leather sofa, the material cracked around the seams.

The air is thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and perfume. It’s a far cry from the sterile halls of Quantico, but there’s a strange sense of familiarity that washes over me as I take it all in. I’ve been here so many times that I’m suddenly twenty one again. 

I turn to look at Spencer, tucking the key on top of the door jamb. He’s standing awkwardly where I left him, his eyes darting around the room as he takes in every little detail with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. I can almost hear the gears turning in his mind as he processes this unfamiliar environment.

His glasses magnify his wide eyes, only making him look even more like a rabbit caught in truck headlights, unsure of what to do or where to go. He’s so out of his element, it’s adorable.

It also breaks my heart a little.

‘Come on.’ I murmur, taking his hand and guiding him towards the sofa. Spencer follows willingly, his fingers tightening around mine as if he never wants to let go. I push Spencer to sit on the sofa, settling myself down next to him. ‘You need to calm down, sweetheart.’

‘I…I don’t know what to do…’ He says, voice barely above a whisper. The room is quiet, expectant. It hangs as heavy as cigarette smoke. When he looks at me, I can see the uncertainty in his eyes. Spencer nearly always knows what to do. It comforts him. Yet here, he is so out of his depth that he’s at a loss. It must be terrifying. Spencer looks down. 

‘That’s alright. You’re okay. You don’t have to do anything.’ I take a sip of my drink, the pinkish liquid catching the dim light, and watch him watch the floor. ‘It’s me, Spencer. I get that everything’s kinda scary, but I’m not, am I?’

He mumbles something, shuffling his feet on the carpet.

‘Spencer?’

‘Sometimes you can be scary…’ He says, a little bit louder this time, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips. I laugh, rolling my eyes at him. He’s not exactly wrong.

‘Okay, so I’m kind of scary, but I’m still me. You trust me?’

‘Of course.’ He says it so quickly that it’s all I can do not to smother him with kisses immediately. Spencer doubletakes when he sees me watching, catching something in my gaze that I didn’t know was there. He smiles privately–adorably. ‘I trust you. I’m just…this is all new to me.’

‘Well, it’s not new to me.’ I remind him, taking another sip of my drink. The alcohol burns. Spencer does the same, eyebrows tensing for a second as whatever is in his glass scours down his throat. I lean towards him, resting my free hand on his elbow. ‘Part of this job is profiling. It’s…learning how to make people comfortable. If you want to stop at any point, just say. I want this to be good for you, Spence.’

‘I know, I know.’ He forces himself to take a deep breath, clearly trying to force away any unwanted anxiety. When his eyes meet mine, there’s a determination I didn’t see there before. ‘And it will be good, because it’s you.’

I smile, my heart melting at his words, and reach out to pull him towards me. We kiss, and it’s tender, gentle, if a little bit sticky from our drinks. Another layer of tension leaves him as he hums into the kiss. Before he can get too carried away, I pull back, smoothing a hand casually down his chest. It’s an intentional move, one I’ve done so many times, and it works. He relaxes a little more. 

‘I’m going to put some music on, would you like another drink?’ I ask, gesturing to the small mini-fridge tucked away in the darkest corner. 

‘I…yes, please.’ Spencer decides.

I press a kiss to his cheek before sauntering over to the mini fridge. When I bend over to grab him a beer, I make sure he has an excellent view of my arse. Spencer’s bottom lip is between his teeth when I turn around. Hook, line, and sinker.

With a wicked grin, I open the drink and pass it to him, but I don’t take the seat next to him again. Instead, I quickly set up the sound system (thank God they haven’t updated it) and soon enough the slow, rhythmic sounds of my playlist fill the room. The music is heady, ethereal, and I feel as if we should be listening to them through a screen of smoke.

‘You need to relax, sweetheart.’ I pad back over to him. He’s sitting ramrod straight on the sofa, gripping the neck of the bottle as if it might sprout legs and run away from him. 

I sit next to him and gently push his shoulders back onto the sofa. Once he’s settled, I curve myself around him, draping my arm across the back so that my fingers can softly, idly, thread through his hair. The skirt of my dress slips back even further when I cross my legs. My free hand starts to trace light circles on his thigh. 

‘I’m trying.’ He sighs, turning pitiful eyes on me. 

I debate for a second, settling in closer to him, running a tantalising finger up and down his leg. His body stiffens for a second before relaxing into the touch. 

‘Tell me a fact I don’t know about space.’

‘What?’

‘You heard me.’

‘You want a space fact…now?’

‘You always feel more comfortable when you’re telling me facts, so indulge me.’

‘I…Space is a very broad topic…’

‘Alright, tell me a fact about Jupiter—it is my favourite planet, after all.’

‘You have a favourite planet?’

‘Don’t you?’ 

‘I…no…?’ Spencer gives me an incredulous look, his glasses only making it doubly attractive, but I am unrelenting. He sighs, leaning his head back against the sofa, and pursing his lips. ‘Uh…alright, alright–did you know Jupiter’s third largest moon, Io, is the most volcanically active body in the solar system?’

I didn’t know that. ‘Really? How so?’

‘It has over 400 active volcanoes on its surface.’ Spencer explains, voice gaining in enthusiasm. ‘It’s part of the reason why it’s coloured the way it is, all of the sulphur and gases the volcanoes eject ends up coating the surface, giving it that distinctive yellowish-red colour. The volcanoes also produce a large gas cloud around the moon itself, meaning that it’s highly radioactive–it gives off about 3,600 rem of radiation a day, and the average lethal dose is only 400-500…I think that’s pretty cool.’

‘I think it’s cool too, Spence.’ I half-smile, still casually running my fingers through his impossibly soft hair. My plan worked. Obviously. Spencer has lost a lot of the tension from his shoulders, even leaning his head further into my hand like a cat who’s being scratched in just the right spot. ‘Alright…so, do any other moons of Jupiter have volcanoes?’

‘No, actually, not that we know. Jupiter has a ridiculous amount of moons–95 officially recognised moons, though the smallest of which only has a diameter of 1.2 miles.’

‘Oh, really, that small, huh?’ I murmur, leaning in a little closer, watching his hands dance in the space before us. I’m proud of myself for getting him to open up. Spencer always wants to share his knowledge. It lights him up, makes him seem the most at ease. I wonder if he even remembers where he is right now. 

I’m close enough to him that I can feel the warmth radiating from his body, the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. Spencer’s eyes flicker up to mine and I can’t see any trace of that nervous energy he had in them before. Taking a risk, I let the hand in his hair slowly drift down to his jaw, my callused fingertips softened by his warm skin. I trace a small heart into his cheek. His eyes flutter shut briefly. 

‘I never get bored around you.’ I say, voice raw with emotion. He looks at me with a softness that threatens to make my stomach twist, mouth slightly parted. My thumb stills. I can see the flecks of amber in his eyes, the soft shade of his lashes. ‘I’m always learning. You’re so smart.’

‘I just…I just know a lot of things.’ His eyes drop to my mouth, before flickering away. ‘It’s what I do.’

‘And you do it so well.’ 

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of his drink. Spencer groans against me, a hand falling to my knee and pulling. He wants me in his lap as he kisses me, lips parting eagerly before his tongue swoops in. I don’t let him pull me where he wants me. Not yet.

Instead, I lean back a little, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. For a moment we simply sit there, wrapped in each other, the music swirling around us. The world aside begins to fade away. 

But I have a job to do. 

I break the kiss gently. Spencer grumbles and tries to recapture my lips, but I insist. He looks at me with a question in his eyes, and I answer with a glimmer of mischief in my own. 

‘I think it’s time I earn my keep, don’t you?’ I purr, my voice low and seductive. Flirtatiously, I carefully straighten his tie. Push his glasses up his nose. 

Spencer’s eyes widen as if he’s just seen me strip naked in the middle of the bullpen, as if he’s only just remembered that we’re sitting on a sofa in the private room of a strip club. The fear quickly dissipates into excitement, though, and it bolsters my courage. Spencer’s Adam’s apple bobs as he glances over to where the pole beckons me. 

‘I…yes.’ He manages to say, his voice barely a whisper underneath the trance-like music. 

I finish my drink in a single swallow and slowly untangle myself from my lover. 

It’s game time, and adrenaline thrums through me, as intoxicating as any kind of drug. My previous nerves have been numbed a little by the gin, but I’m still overly careful as I pick my way up the small steps to the stage. I really don’t want to fall. Spencer’s eyes are heavy on my spine, the direct focus burning a brand into my flesh. It’s a familiar feeling but one that I haven’t experienced in a long time, and it ignites a fire within me.

I reach the centre of the stage and am no longer Dr. Juniper Bishop. I am Cassandra–the girl who works here nearly every night to pay her rent at her little cheap apartment, the girl who knows how to use her body to get what she wants and has no shame about it, the girl who uses music and seduction to forget. The girl who can dance. 

And dance I shall.

The pole itself is cold beneath my hands, but familiarly so. I circle it a few times, getting a feel for the music, for the atmosphere. I know how to do this. I am good at this. Music washes away all my residual anxiety. When I look at him, Spencer is watching intently, a mask of desire. That bodes well.  I take a deep breath and let the rhythm take control. 

I start slowly. Teasingly. It’s always better to make them wait, to build up that tension. I’ve learnt that it makes the release that much more exciting. The music guides my movements, the heels accentuating my legs, reminding me to use every asset to my advantage. I dance languidly around the pole, starting with easier, calmer movements. Nothing too intense yet.

My body sways to the beat, hips rocking in time with the ethereal sound. As I shift, pulling myself briefly off of the ground to swing around the pole, I let a hand drift down my body. I can feel the heat of Spencer’s gaze lingering on my curves, tracing the path of my hand as it travels further and further down. He shifts in his seat, eyes wide, lips parted. Absolutely captivated.

I let myself get lost in the adrenaline-fuelled scenario, in the hypnotic rhythm. My movements become more fluid, more sensual. I grow more confident. I carefully, impossibly slowly, begin to remove the dress. I incorporate it into the dance, using it as a prop, letting it slide teasingly over my skin before finally letting it fall in a puddle around my feet. 

The fabric pools on the stage, revealing the lingerie I picked out specifically for him. The dark green lace and intricate beadwork catch the light, shimmering enticingly. When I hear Spencer’s breath hitch in his throat, I know I’ve chosen correctly. Now that the dress is off, I can be a little bolder. 

I arch my back, showcasing my curves, before starting to get more adventurous with my movements. I climb the pole easily, heels clacking together, before I begin a series of moves I’ve always adored. A twist here, fast at certain points, before slowing it right down. A turn there, carefully curated to draw attention to my arse, a flick of hair off of my shoulder. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had this kind of power over someone, this kind of control. 

It’s exhilarating.

When I look back at Spencer, I nearly lose my grip. 

He’s sprawled out across the back of the sofa, tie loose and a few buttons of his shirt undone. One of those gorgeous hands of his is holding his jaw shut, the other slung across his stomach like a restraint. His expressive eyes are narrowed behind his glasses. I recognise the look immediately. It’s the look he gets when he’s dedicating everything he is seeing to memory, making a conscious effort to pick up every tiny detail. 

Spencer is drinking it all in. Hungry. Intense. Committing it all so he can rewatch it whenever he pleases. The thought of him lying in his bed, replaying every second of this, turns me on. God, I can’t wait until we get back to the hotel…

At the end of the next song, I relinquish my grip on the pole and start to make my way towards him. I move gracefully, swaying my hips seductively, as I keep my eyes locked with his. I hope he knows this is all for him, and only for him. Spencer’s expression doesn’t change, but the closer I get, the more I can see that his pupils are so dilated. He’s enthralled. Time for the next part.

Now that I am close enough, I start to give him a lap dance. I might be good at the pole, but this is where I really excelled. It’s all about the teasing. Slow, leisurely movements. My hand drifts across his chest, down his thighs, wherever I can touch, but barely more than a light brush. Spencer simply sits there and watches, knuckles turning white.

‘You can touch me, Spence.’ I reassure him as I settle down into his lap, still shifting in time to the music, giving him an eye full of my cleavage. 

Spencer’s hands jump to my bare hips, gripping so tightly that I think he’s going to leave bruises. His head is rocked back against the sofa, pupils wide as he watches me dance on him. The way he bites his bottom lip only serves to make me more confident. I rock against him, using my hands to guide him to the plush curve of my arse.

Spencer lets out a shuddering breath as his hands eagerly roam across my bare skin, kneading so hard it almost hurts. I love it. It’s as if he can’t get enough of me, can’t stop his hands from tugging at the hem of my lingerie, nails scraping the back of my thighs. I chuckle, curving myself carefully off of him so that I can pad around the back of the sofa, hands trailing across his chest. 

‘God–’ He says as I lean over him from behind, cheek pressed against his, hands sliding down the front of his shirt to splay across his upper thighs. I can tell how desperately he wants me back in his lap, but I make him wait a little. I ghost a kiss to the shell of his ear. Spencer turns his chin towards me, trying to kiss me properly, but I dance out of the way. 

Spencer’s eyes don’t leave me for a second as I come back around to his front, this time simply sitting on one of his thighs. His hands drop to my waist, a breathless sound falling from his mouth as I slowly, torturously, lean backwards, running my own hand down the swell of my chest, towards the apex of my thighs. His nails bite into my skin.

‘You’re–you’re stunning.’ Spencer breathes as I sit up, leaning towards him so my back curves. One of his hands lifts from my waist to tangle in the loose strands of my hair. He pulls me towards him, pressing a feverish kiss to my throat. The hint of stubble scratches my skin.

‘Thank you,’ I breathe, grinding on his thigh just a little as his tongue darts out to lick where he just kissed. I’m impossibly smug with myself. One of my hands slides into his hair, tilting his head up towards me. ‘Kiss me?’

I don’t have to ask again. His mouth is desperate against mine, breathy sounds of pleasure slipping between us as he tries to hold all of me in both of his hands. I open up to him, showing him how much I want him to claim me. He shudders.  I continue to move slightly to the music, but it’s hard to focus when it’s so clear how much all of my dancing has had an effect on the normally calm, composed Dr. Reid. 

I let myself get lost in the moment for a few beats. It feels divine to know how much he wants me, to know how much he desires me. I tug on his hair, moaning despite myself, pressing myself closer and rolling my hips. God, it would be so easy to lose control now, to not wait until we get back to the hotel, but I can’t.

Reluctantly I pull away, pressing a thumb to his mouth to stop him chasing after me.

‘Believe me,’ I breathe as I push myself off of his leg, still swaying in time to the music. I step between his spread legs and lower myself down. ‘I would love to continue doing that, but we can’t.’

‘What?’ Spencer chokes out as my hands slide down the inside of his thigh. He’s smart, he can work it out. That is, unless desire has completely clouded his brain. ‘What do you mean?’

‘We’re in a strip club, Spencer, there are rules.’ I remind him, voice low and sultry. I rise again, turning around to perch myself on his other leg, nails scraping the back of his neck. ‘You can look,’ I draw his eyes to my chest with a casual brush of my hands. ‘You can touch,’ I bring one of his hands from my hip to one of my thighs, and he hums in pleasure. ‘But you can’t fuck. Not here, at least.’

‘But–’ Spencer huffs, unashamedly scouring every part of me. It surprises me to hear a protest coming from him–Spencer isn’t usually adventurous, preferring to let me take the reins, so the notion of him considering fucking me here, in a strip-club blows my mind. In a good way, though. Heat pools between my thighs.

‘Think of the germs, sweetheart.’ I tease, toying with the silk of his tie again. Spencer glowers at me. He hates being reminded of any kind of bacteria–it’s one of the few things that can make him squirm. Spencer opens his mouth to retort, but I cut him off with a gentle kiss. ‘Don’t worry, I can do this part at home.’

‘Wha–really?’ He asks, voice barely audible above the music, his hands trailing over me as if it’s the first time he’s touching me. 

‘Of course,’ I say in a soft purr, kissing his cheek. I shift again, climbing off of his lap and turning around so my back is to him. I press myself against his crotch, spreading my legs and leaning forward so he can follow the curve of my spine. ‘Any time you like…’

‘I–I don’t–’ Spencer groans, big hands sliding across my back, pushing me even further forward. It’s a dominance I rarely get to see, and it thrills me. ‘I don’t know what to say–’

‘You don’t have to say anything,’ I reassure him, rising up to lean back against his chest, encouraging his hands to slip up over my breasts and towards my neck. I hear his breath stick in his throat. ‘Just enjoy the show.’

Spencer’s fingers tremble against my skin, the heat radiating from his body enveloping me as I lean back into him. I can feel his heart racing, matching the pulse of the music, and it drives me to move even more enticingly. I shimmy my hips, rolling them against the hardness pressing against my backside, teasing him with every deliberate motion. 

He gasps, a sound that reverberates through the quiet tension of the room, and I can’t help but smile at how easily I’ve managed to draw this effect from him. It’s intoxicating. The thrill of knowing I have him completely under my control, yet so vulnerable in this moment, sends a rush of excitement through me.

‘God–you’re–you’re–’ His voice is strained as I slide from his lap to the floor, giving him a little preview of some of the positions he might see me in later. When I turn to look up at him through my lashes, his mouth is wide open, tongue stuck to his bottom lip as he pants. ‘How does–’ 

I grin as Spencer’s question trails off into a slight whimper, rising off of the floor and settling back between his legs. I explore his body as much as he’s exploring mine, teasing him with my movements. I lean forward, swaying my hips, and then I pull back again, maintaining the delicious tension that hangs between us.

‘I didn’t expect you to be so speechless, Spencer.’ I tease, relishing the way his hands slide up and down my back possessively. He shoots me a slightly aghast glare. The desire in his eyes hasn’t dimmed, not even a little–if anything, it’s only intensified. 

‘How could I not be?’ He eventually manages, voice rough and deeper than I’ve yet to hear it. The bass of it all sends a thrill down my spine, his fingers trailing swiftly afterwards. He pulls me down hard into his lap, and I can feel the growing evidence of his arousal through his slacks. A shiver of anticipation tugs at my stomach. ‘I mean…just look at you. You’re…you’re half-naked, essentially throwing yourself at me, and yet you tell me I can’t have you the way I want you? Of course I can’t speak.’

I laugh, leaning in to whisper in his ear. ‘Patience, Dr. Reid, patience.’ 

The way his hands tighten on my hips, encouraging me to move against the hardness in his trousers, speaks volumes. Impatience radiates from him, his barely restrained desire, and it only fuels my own excitement. This is a very dangerous game we’re playing. I just happen to be the one holding all the right cards for once. 

I don’t know how much longer I can be patient, though…the night is still young, and there’s so much more to explore. As I lean back into him once again, I can’t help but feel that this is exactly where I belong—lost in each other, with nothing but desire, passion, and the sweet sounds of NFWMB by Hozier filling the air.

It’s strangely perfect. I don’t think I can wait much longer.

Spencer cannot wait to get me out of Elysium. 

Once our hour is up and the light changes from sultry red to a near-blinding white, he’s up out of the leather seat like a shot, practically manhandling me towards the door. I only make him wait long enough for me to slip back into my dress, laughing the entire time as he hurries me. It’s like he can barely hold on any longer, wanting nothing more than to get me back to the hotel. I can barely contain my glee. 

Tia throws her head back and laughs when she sees us come out of the private area. She’s perched on the arm of a chair, a patron spread out like a throne for her to sit on, but her attention is briefly taken by the way Spencer has his hands on my hips, his chest pressed to my back, shoving me towards the door. I give her a knowing look as I pass her the key. She shakes her head at us before dismissing us with a wave of her hand. 

I let Spencer practically drag me through the club, a wide smile on my face. His grip on my hips is firm and possessive, causing that strange tug of desire to yank at the pit of my stomach. He is no longer the calculating, reserved Dr. Reid but rather a man driven by primal instincts, and I’m loving every single second of it. 

As we navigate the dimly lit space, Spencer having slung my duffle over his shoulder when we passed Jas, I can feel the eyes of other patrons on us. A man smoking in a booth looks curious, the badge of his business slightly crooked as a dancer pours him another drink. A younger guy with very out of date spiked hair looks envious, and a pair of guys leaning against the bar look downright predatory, but Spencer either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care. He’s too focused on getting me someplace private.

We reach the exit and Spencer practically shoves me out of the door, only muttering a cursory apology when I stumble over our intertwined feet. It’s only then that I realise I’m still in the heels and the tiny slip dress, but I know that Spencer will not stop for me to change. I’ll have to give the heels back tomorrow. 

The cool night air washes over us, a welcome relief to the club's sweltering heat. Spencer doesn’t let go of me, though, his hands resolutely on my waist as he guides me towards the train station. It’s only a ten minute journey back to the hotel. Ten minutes too long.

As usual, the train is crowded. Spencer lets me get on first,  ever the gentleman, and follows swiftly behind. A young man with dreads whistles appreciatively as I pass but I cut him a cold, harsh glare. I am not a piece of meat. Spencer, thankfully, doesn’t do anything. I don’t even know if he registered it. Spencer finds us a small spot at the back of the packed compartment, tucking me carefully in front of him.

His hands slide around to the soft swell at the front of my stomach and he pulls me back against his hips. I’m surprised to find that he’s still semi-hard. Spencer’s hands roam over my stomach, down the front of my thighs, which is an even bigger surprise. If Spencer hates germs, then he hates PDA even more, and yet here he is. Practically groping me on the subway. I can feel his heart racing against my back.

‘You were incredible,’ he murmurs, voice low and husky, breath racing down my ear. ‘I’ve never…I never imagined it would be like that…’

I smile, pressing my hips back into his and shifting slightly. When I speak, my words are barely louder than the noise of the train. ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it.’

‘Enjoyed it?’ Spencer repeats, voice laced with disbelief. ‘I didn’t just enjoy it, June, I…I’ve never experienced anything like that before. I think ‘enjoyed’ is a bit of an understatement.’

I laugh, leaning back against him. The train jerks as it rounds a corner, driving Spencer a little bit further into my arse. He groans, arms so tight around me I fear he thinks I might slip away. I arch my back very subtly, providing him a bit more friction. There’s something fun about having such an intimate moment in such a crowded space. No one seems to notice.

‘Well, I’m more than happy to do that for you again, Spence.’ I let my head fall back against his collar, speaking softly into his ear. His words have sent me into a tailspin of satisfaction. I’ve always known that Spencer is a deeply emotional guy, but seeing it like this, his desire focused on me like a sunray through a magnifying glass, is an entirely different drug. I fear I might get addicted. 

He groans against the back of my ear, pressing a slightly sloppy kiss to the bare skin there. ‘God, thank you.’

He says the words like a prayer, a mantra, murmuring them again and again as his hands slide along my body as if we’re not in the middle of a train carriage. I can’t stop smiling. 

When we finally arrive back at the hotel, Spencer ushers me through the lobby and into the lift, sparing a quick glance towards the bar to see if any of our teammates are there. If they are, he doesn’t say anything. 

As the lift doors close, we are sealed in a very small, very private space, the tension between us palpable. The beating of my heart and the soft hum of the lift are the only sounds as we rise through the floors of the hotel. Spencer stands close behind me, arms still wrapped around my stomach, long, sinewy fingers playing with the hem of my skirt. When I meet his gaze in the mirror, I’m surprised (and thrilled) at how much darkened lust I find there.

The doors slide open and Spencer pushes our joined bodies out into the hall, aiming us towards his room. It’s the furthest from the rest of the teams, the only one it is next to my own, so hopefully nobody will hear what I know is about to happen. Anticipation floods through me, making the tips of my fingers tingle. 

‘Spencer–’ I laugh as he presses me against the door, fumbling with his keycard. He doesn’t reply with words, instead pushes me even tighter against the wood. ‘Spence!’

‘Shhh.’ He says roughly, finally managing to get the keycard into the slot. The door buzzes and I manage to get the handle, the two of us spilling into the darkened room.

Spencer kicks the door shut behind us and grabs me. 

He turns me around and captures my lips with his, a kiss so ferocious I almost forget my own name. The force behind it sends us stumbling backwards, his arms groping at any piece of me he can find. It’s electric, the culmination of hours of teasing, of sexual-frustration, stoking that flame in my stomach. I want it to become an inferno.

His hands find their way under the hem of my dress, fingers brushing against my thighs, sending shivers down my spine. His nails scrape the soft flesh he finds there. I gasp into his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside, tasting the remnants of our earlier drinks. The kiss becomes more urgent, more demanding, as if he’s trying to memorise every detail, every sensation.

‘Spencer–’ I say between kisses, pushing his shoulders back as he curves himself over me. This is so unlike him that I have to look at him properly to make sure he’s in the right state of mind. His hair is tousled, pupils blown, lips parted as he stares at me hungrily. It’s still my Spencer, that’s for certain, but he’s so driven by desire that he’s nearly unrecognisable. 

‘What?’ He says, using his leverage on my hips to yank me tighter into his body. We stumble a little, my hands knotted in the front of his shirt.

‘Nothing–I just, I didn’t realise this would get you going so much.’ I laugh, brushing hair off his face.

‘That’s the whole point, isn’t it?’ Spencer says darkly, brown eyes boring into mine. ‘To get people aroused?’

‘I mean, that’s part of it,’ I muse, carefully undoing his tie as we talk. I drop it somewhere onto the floor. ‘But it’s also about the connection, the–the anticipation. Most people who end up at a strip club are lonely or horny, and we’re there to…lighten the load. Remind people how to feel alive.’

‘Do you miss it?’ Spencer asks without even a pause, fingers bundling the hem of my dress up until the black satin is fisted in his hands.

‘Working there?’ I scoff incredulously, shaking my hair out of my face to give him a bemused look. ‘No, not at all.’

‘I meant–I meant the feeling alive part.’ Spencer dips his head down to brush his lips to the hollow of my throat. My body shivers, and I take an automatic step backwards. Spencer follows. 

‘I get that with the BAU, too.’ I remind him, enjoying being a little bit more teasing. Every time he tries to kiss my neck, I edge away a step. Spencer grumbles in the back of his throat and follows. My spine hits the edge of the ensuite bathroom. ‘In fact, I think it’s even more rewarding.’

Spencer lets out a little groan of frustration, the sound low and ragged, before he grabs me by the back of the neck and forces his lips against mine. It’s sudden and rough, the kiss feverish and nearly all-consuming.

His hands are everywhere. In my hair, tugging on the soft strands at the back of my neck to pull my face up further into his. Against my hips, sliding down to knead at the flesh of my butt, yanking me tighter against him. They’re pulling at my skirt, the straps of my underwear, cupping my breasts. It's as if he’s trying to learn every part of my body with his hands, memorising every feeling. I stumble against him.

My back hits something cold and hard, and I gasp in surprise. We’ve somehow made it into the bathroom, but Spencer doesn’t seem to care. He mumbles something against my throat. His hair is smooth, soft beneath my fingers, my head rocked back as he makes short work of my neck. I hiss as he nips at the skin there.

‘Fuck, Spence.’ I manage to say as he presses me against the counter, hips pinning me in place as his hands continue to explore every single inch of me. I like him like this. Desperate. Possessive. Fuelled by passion. On such a logical man, it’s thrilling to see him so…debased, almost.

‘Gods, you’re gorgeous.’ Spencer moans against my throat. In one fell movement, he grips the backs of my thighs and picks me up, pushing me onto the counter with a strength I haven’t seen from him before. The marble is cold under my legs, skirt pushed up around my hips. ‘I couldn’t stop thinking about it—whilst you were dancing. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I would do to you when we got back…’

As he speaks, he trails sloppy kisses along my collar, his hands reaching down to push my legs apart. Arousal pools in the pit of my stomach. When he reaches the lace of my bra, he looks up at me with wide, desire-laden eyes. Permission. He’s asking for permission. 

‘Please—’ I half-moan, hands knotted in his hair. 

Spencer drops to his knees instantly, my hands going with him, as he ghosts a kiss to the inside of my knees. He’s really going to do it. Right here, in the middle of a motel bathroom. Spencer’s hum vibrates through me as he peppers teasing, slow kisses up the insides of my bare thighs. A finger slips under the thin strap of my thong. Eases it carefully to the side—he doesn’t even bother taking it off. 

‘You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,’ Spencer says softly, eyes scouring over my body, warm breath racing up the apex of my thighs. I stare down at him in awe. He looks like Eros right now. The dim light casts deep shadows underneath his cheekbones, lips parted and slightly swollen, eyes swimming with a thousand emotions I cannot begin to comprehend. It’s all I can do not to worship him right there. ‘I even thought about it on the train…’

‘What—?’ I gasp, but Spencer doesn’t reply. He smirks, licks his lips, and delves in. 

The first touch of his mouth against me sets me on fire. He is exploratory, delicate, tongue teasing as he starts to eat. My hands tighten in his hair, head falling back against the glass as moans start to slip from my parted mouth. Spencer’s hands dig into my thighs, forcing them wider when I involuntarily tighten them, carefully licking a stripe between my folds. I can barely keep my eyes open. Pressure and pleasure begin to build in my stomach, the feeling of him devouring me almost too much to bear. 

Spencer pauses for a second and does probably one of the hottest things I’ve seen him do. With his mouth latched onto that bundle of sensitive nerves, tongue rolling against it, he reaches up and takes his glasses off. It’s one smooth movement, as if the frames were getting in his way. I shudder another moan, pulling on his hair, desperate for more, more, more. 

Spencer chuckles against me and it nearly sends me over the edge. He gives me what I want—after swiping the broad pad of his tongue up the centre, he focuses on my entrance. The moan I release is positively sinful. 

He is unrelenting. Every lick, every graze of his teeth, every reverberating murmur, is expressly designed for my pleasure. He’s learnt impossibly quickly how to get me to the very edge of my arousal. Spencer’s eyes are closed as he buries his face between my thighs, fingers leaving bruises. He looks so good that I can’t tear my eyes away. 

Soon enough, sooner than I thought possible, I’m balancing on the cliff of climax, hands pulling mindlessly at his hair, hips bucking slightly. I crave friction. Spencer growls and uses an arm to hold my hips down. Ironic how he is clearly unimpressed with my impatience when he was the one who practically dragged me from the club. 

‘Spence—’ I gasp out, bottom lip trapped between my teeth so hard I almost taste copper. He swirls his tongue expertly with a soft moan of his own. He’s clearly lost in the taste of me, in the feeling of having me mercilessly under his control. ‘I’m gonna—I’m so close—’

This he hears. 

With another rumbling murmur, Spencer doubles his efforts. The arm clamping my hips down to the counter tightens, the other hand dropping from my knee to lightly trace intoxicating patterns to the bare skin of my thigh. His mouth moves frantically, sucking every drop, every shiver of pleasure. It’s only when his tongue flicks against that bundle of nerves once more that I finally crash over the edge. 

I’m moaning his name as I hold him against me, trying desperately to move my hips as my body tenses. Ecstasy makes my limbs shiver, the only sound the filthy noise of his mouth and the rapid thumpthumpthump of my pulse in my ears. He sees me through my shattering orgasm, his own encouraging moans mingling with mine.

It is over too soon. 

‘Holy shit.’ I breathe, staring down at him as he rocks back onto his haunches, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean. ‘That was…holy shit…’

‘I hope you’re trying to say good things,’ he teases, putting his glasses back on so he can see me. Spencer has a smug little smile on his face that only serves to make me love him even more. My hands push my own hair back shakingly as I gaze down at him. ‘I’m sorry, darling, I just—I couldn’t help myself.’

‘Oh, don’t apologise,’ I say breathlessly. Spencer stands up and I follow suit, fingers drifting to the buttons of his shirt. With easy, practised movements, I begin to unbutton it. ‘That was…unexpected, but don’t think for a second that it wasn’t appreciated.’

‘I wanted to do that to you in the club,’ Spencer confesses, hands gripping my hips possessively. He stares down at me with desire-darkened eyes. This is a surprise. Spencer Reid cleans his desk every single day, and won’t shake people’s hands, but imagined eating me out on a strip-club sofa. My skin starts to heat again. ‘And on the train…hell, I even thought about it in the elevator.’

‘My, my, Dr. Reid, who knew you had such a filthy mind.’ I say, thumbs brushing the lithe planes of his stomach. Grabbing his now-open shirt with my hands, I start to lead us out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Spencer follows me willingly like an apostle. 

‘Only when it comes to you.’ He says frankly, flicking hair away from his face. The fresh light of the main room brightens his features, turning his brown hair into a halo of golden strands. A bemused smile turns up his still-damp lips. ‘Besides, how could I not? You’ve been teasing me for hours.’

‘You did ask me to,’ I remind him with a laugh, turning my chin up for a kiss. We’ve stopped next to the bed, with his back to it. Right where I want him. ‘You can’t blame me for that.’

‘I’m pretty sure I can.’ Spencer says cheekily, smoothing a hand under my upturned chin. His bemused smile widens at my slightly petulant frown. ‘It’s not like it was Derek shaking his ass at me.’

‘Now that’s an image I’m never gonna get out of my head.’ My face crumples in disgust. ‘Thanks, babe, thank you so much.’

‘You’re welcome.’ His grin is infectious, his cold fingers curling carefully around the base of my jaw, holding my face up to him. It’s a surprisingly dominant move for Spencer. 

He leans down and presses a sweet, lingering kiss to my lips. I use my grip on his shirt to support myself as I taste the remains of my orgasm on his tongue. Spencer groans deep in the back of his throat, fingers tightening on the column of my neck, holding me in place. His body is warm and moulds around mine as I press myself against his chest, one of my hands splayed across the pit of his stomach. His tongue swipes against mine but it’s then that I push him backwards. 

Spencer’s knees hit the edge of the bed and he sits down with a huff of surprised air. I sidle between his knees, perching myself down on his thigh as I press my lips to his cheek, his throat. Spencer’s arms automatically ring around me as he hums in pleasure. 

‘Let’s get this off,’ I speak against his slightly-salty skin, peeling the shirt from his shoulders. Spencer helps me shed him of his shirt and I see the muscles of his back shift as he does so. Spencer isn’t ripped but there’s a lean, quiet power to his physique. I give him an appraising look. ‘Much better.’

‘I can’t say the same for this,’ Spencer pouts slightly and plucks at the little silk slip I’m wearing. He then looks lower. ‘Aren’t those shoes really heavy?’

‘You have no idea.’ I laugh, crossing my legs so that the stripper heels slick in the dim light. His hungry eyes scour down my bare skin. ‘Why, do you want me to see if I can find you a pair in your size so you can try ‘em on?’

‘I don’t know, I don’t think they make them in size eleven.’ Spencer muses, giving me a teasing squeeze on my hip, his other hand brushing hair from my face. 

‘Hey, isn’t that the whole plot of Kinky Boots?’ I remind him, pressing a kiss to the space behind his ear. Spencer chokes on nothing. ‘Don’t worry, Spence, I won’t make you. I think you’d break both of your ankles.’

‘How do you even walk in them?’ Spencer laughs, hands trailing over my body as I slip off of his lap to kneel between his spread legs, pressing gentle, anticipatory kisses to his body. There’s no music but I start to sway a little. His eyes narrow slightly as my kisses start to trail lower and lower. 

‘At the start,’ I slip my fingers into the waistband of his trousers for barely a second before sliding them out and down his thighs, still swinging my hips to nonexistent music. ‘I couldn’t. Tia had to give me several lessons before I could dance in them properly. After a while it became easier.’

I watch him from under my lashes, trailing teasing fingers across the inside of his slacks. Spencer stiffens. His breath starts to come in shallow pants, betraying his anticipation. My smirk reappears—it’s time for me to repay the favour. The lack of music bothers me, but I don’t want to break the trance to turn some on. I turn my attention to the button on his trousers. 

‘And—and now you can dance in them.’ Spencer says after too long a pause, as if just remembering how conversations work. His mouth opens, closes, then opens again. ‘Did you know that there’s an annual average of 14,058 injuries caused by wearing high heels?’

‘Seriously?’ I ask, raising an eyebrow. ‘That many?’

‘Mmhmm,’ Spencer’s voice is strained as I manage to undo the button of his trousers and start to shimmy them down his legs. He lifts his hips for me so I can get them off properly. They pool around his ankles and I have to spend some time undoing his shoes before I can shuck all of them away. ‘Those—the ones you’re wearing are probably, what? Seven? Eight inches?’

‘Yeah, probably.’ I say, very much distracted as I spot the evidence of his arousal pushing painfully at the fabric of his boxers. 

‘Any—anything greater than 3.5 inches can have a significant impact on the, on the body…’ Spencer manages to say as I reach forward and run a nail carefully up the growing length. He hisses, releasing a shuddering breath. When I look up at him, his starved eyes are trained right on me.  

‘A significant impact, you say?’ I prompt him to keep going, pressing a kiss to the inside of his knee, then his thigh, sneaking higher and higher. My fingers toy with the hem of his boxers. 

‘Yeah—uh, wearing heels for too long can, can lead to musculoskeletal issues in the, in the future…’ Spencer’s voice is husky and strained as I finally pull his boxers down, tossing them aside with the rest of his clothes. He looks painfully hard, precum already weeping out of his tip. His words trail off expectantly. 

I do not give him what he wants. 

Instead, I sit back on my haunches and carefully slip the dress from my body, leaving me in just the specifically chosen lingerie for Spencer. He shudders again, eyes desperately flickering between my mouth and his erection. I know what he’s after. Spencer isn’t exactly subtle. I raise an eyebrow—I want him to keep talking. 

‘God—’ Spencer groans when he realises. I wait patiently, nails scraping down his thighs. ‘Heels can, can place a greater strain on muscles and tendons—Jesus—’

I run my tongue from the base to the tip, swirling it around the spongy head. It tastes like salt and at the first brush of my tongue, Spencer’s whole body clenches. I start slowly, teasingly, kitten licks to the head before languid, slow strokes from the base up. His hand falls into my hair, knotting there. I pull back and wait. 

‘Oh—fine—’ Spencer glowers playfully down at me. He licks his lips and continues. ‘Heels reduce the movement of the medial gastrocnemius—one of the muscles in your ankle—, reduces the—the length of your step—oh my—’

To reward him for continuing, I encircle my lips around his head, starting to suck gently. The hand in my hair tightens. Spencer’s words are punctuated by soft breathy whimpers as I start to bob my head, starting off slowly before building to a pace I think he enjoys. I hollow my cheeks as his head falls back in pleasure. When his words trail off, I slow down—if he wants me to keep going, then he needs to keep talking. 

He moans my name in annoyance but I’m unrelenting. 

‘Heels can–can have a negative impact on the rest of your body, too…’ To his credit, those words are relatively well strung together, so I speed up again. He gently encourages me on, using his hand in my hair to set the pace he wants. It’s fast. He’s shuddering underneath me. ‘They can, can affect your lower back, your shoulders–even your neck–’

I lock eyes with him and he stops mid-sentence. The groan he lets out rumbles through the room.

‘Easy, Spencer,’ I laugh, voice husky as I pull away from him–I don’t abandon him completely, though, using one of my hands to slowly pump his length. ‘The team are practically nextdoor–’

‘I don’t care.’ Spencer says, and I can see that he means it.  Even he seems a little surprised at the genuineness of his words. The wetness between my thighs grows at this. The idea that Spencer doesn’t give a shit about our teammates, the people we have worked so hard to keep our relationship (both romantic and sexual) from, turns me on more than I would care to confess. 

I think this over for a second before shrugging and returning back to what I was doing. He’s warm and hard in my mouth, and I take as much of him as possible before steeling myself. I take a deep breath and open up the back of my throat. Spencer groans again, louder this time, as he slips further and further into my mouth. He holds me there as he ruts up into me, hips rolling on instinct. 

He’s nearly insatiable. All I can do is dig my hands into his calves and relax, letting him use me in the way that he so desperately wants to. It’s the least I can do.

Then, Spencer roughly pushes me off of him. I’m surprised and fall backwards onto the floor, yelping as the carpet burns across the backs of my thighs, but I don’t have time to complain. Spencer follows me to the ground with a starved hunger I haven’t seen on him before. 

His callused hands are coarse on my bare skin as he flips me over with surprising ease, a small huff of air slipping through his mouth as he does so. The carpet threatens to burn my knees when Spencer yanks my hips upward, and I barely catch myself before my face smacks into the ground. He’s panting now. In fact, he doesn’t even bother to remove my thong.

I get no warning before Spencer pushes himself inside of me in one, harsh movement. 

He bottoms out fully, taking me from behind in a near-feral way, and he does not give me time to adjust. It’s rough, hard, fast, as if all the hours of teasing have finally forced him over the brink. He uses the leverage he has on my hips to pull them back into his, our bodies meeting in a violent crash of passion. I can feel every inch of him, every delicious stretch, and it’s all I can do to remain upright.  

Spencer’s voice is a jagged mess as he groans, his arm looping under my hips to hold me up against him as he slams into me. He sets a brutal, relentless pace, finally being given permission to chase that high he’s been striving for since we first arrived at Elysium. I’m barely anything more than a blissed-out moan, fingers searching for any kind of purchase on the carpet. There is none.

‘God–’ Spencer says, and his lips press to the column of my spine. His thrusts slow slightly–they’re no longer ferocious, becoming smoother, as if he’s just remembered that he can take his time with this. I’m not going anywhere. His chest meets my back as he falls over me, a hand appearing in my field of view to support him. My fingers search for him and he intertwines our hands. ‘God, you’re beautiful.’

I let out a breathy laugh. It’s the best I can do. I’m unable to form any kind of coherent sentence at this point, too focused on the divine way Spencer slips in and out of me. Spencer’s words send a thrill through me, though, a warmth that rides along with the fire of arousal. It’s not just about sex with Spencer–it never really has been. It’s connection, intimacy. It makes me feel alive. 

He continues to thrust into me, his rhythm slower, more deliberate. Each movement makes my body sing with pleasure and I gasp soft moans that intermingle with his. His hands worship my body–tracing the curve of my hips, the pattern of the lace on my bra, the dip of my waist, as if each part of me is a prayer he’s trying to memorise. And by God I want him to learn it all. 

Too soon. I approach the cliff of pleasure too soon, spurred on by my earlier orgasm. 

‘Spencer,’ I moan, my voice barely a whisper. ‘I’m–I’m so close–’

He growls in response, his hips stuttering for a second before renewing their thrusts. He angles himself slightly differently and the tip of his dick brushes that small circle of nerves inside of me. The moan I want to make gets jarred in the back of my throat, coming out as nothing more than a strangled gasp. I never want him to stop but that precipice is looming with each rut of Spencer’s hips. 

‘Come for me, darling.’ Spencer groans, his thrusts becoming ragged. ‘Come with me.’

That’s it. That’s all I need. 

We both shatter. 

The world explodes into a blur of colours, ecstasy gripping my limbs for the second time that night. My eyes close on instinct as I focus on riding out every damn wave of pleasure I can get. Spencer encourages us through our combined highs with a few extra rolls of his hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my arse so hard it would hurt if it wasn’t for all the oxytocin coursing through us. 

He collapses on top of me, panting mouth near my ear as we both shudder, coming down from that inexorable bliss. His weight is warm and welcome on top of me, causing me to slip until my stomach is flat against the carpet. His hair tickles my bare skin but I don’t care. I relax underneath him, feeling our breathing sync up. 

‘That was…’ Spencer mumbles, rolling off to lie beside me, brushing hair out of my face. Evidence of our activities seeps out to coat the inside of my thighs. His body is flushed, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his glasses slightly askew. ‘That was incredible.’

‘You weren’t so bad yourself, Dr. Reid.’ I smile, tracing a finger under his jaw. Spencer rolls his eyes, tracing what feels like words against my hip, but the smug little smile on his face tells me all I need to know. ‘Maybe I need to give you lapdances more often…’

‘I would be a fool to say no to that,’ Spencer says, tugging me closer. It seems to be then that he realises where we are, and what we’re lying on. I see the pleasure quickly morph into one of almost-apologetic disgust. He lifts himself off the floor and onto his elbow, eyeing the hotel carpet sceptically before turning wide eyes to me. ‘I didn’t even think–I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you onto the floor–’

‘Spencer, Spencer,’ I chuckle, sitting up too and running a hand across his cheek. He looks slightly panicked, and I can tell he’s wondering how many germs there are nestled in each fibre. ‘I liked that you pushed me. It was hot.’

‘You–you thought it was hot?’ Spencer says incredulously, rising to his feet and offering me his hand. I take it, squeezing my thighs together to try and stop the weird dripping feeling. 

‘Oh, yeah. Really hot–how hot’s the sun?’ I ask, letting him pull me to standing. I stretch my arms above my head, relishing the stretch of the previously tensed muscles. Spencer gives me a weird look as he loops his arms around my hips, his chest pressed against mine. He humours me.

‘About 5,600 degrees Celsius.’ He says, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. 

‘Then I reckon it was slightly hotter than that,’ I say, looping my arms around his neck to offer him my lips for a kiss. He obliges. It’s tender, gentle, almost as if he’s saying thank you. ‘So, maybe, 6,000 degrees Celsius?’

‘You’re an idiot.’ Spencer reminds me, pressing another kiss to my lips immediately after. 

‘Hey, I have a doctorate, thank you very much.’ I say, detaching myself from him and starting to back up towards the bathroom. Spencer, of course, rolls his eyes at me playfully. ‘We can’t all be Mr. Three PhD’s. Come on, I’m in desperate need of a shower.’

Spencer chuckles and spins me around in his arms, pressing his chest to my back and his chin to my shoulder. I can hear the smug smile on his voice as he says: ‘Don’t forget the fourth one on the way.’

‘Nerd.’ I tease, unable to stop the laughter from bubbling up through my throat. ‘Shower, now, please.’

‘Yes, ma’am,’ Spencer guides both of us into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind us. His lips descend to my shoulder again, and he mumbles against my skin. ‘You know, shouldn’t I be paying you right about now?’

‘Oh, sweetheart, you just did.’

After a quick, warm shower, we emerge sleepier and more content than I think we ever have been in a motel. Spencer wastes very little time in clambering into bed, even grumbling in annoyance as I take too long getting ready. The sheets are cool, his body warm, and within seconds of wrapping his arms around me, Spencer is asleep. Almost as if he were waiting. 

It takes me a little longer to drift off, though. I can’t stop thinking about it. Spencer was so…different, so passionate and unrestrained, so hungry. It’s a side of him I’ve never seen before. Even thinking about it in the darkness of his motel room, the soft sound of his regular breaths reminding me I should be asleep, the thought of it thrills me. I can still feel his hands shoving me to the floor, the roughness in the way he fucked me. It thrums through me to my core.

I know a lot of it was due to the circumstances. Elysium breeds passion, it’s kind of the point of it, and the anticipation of it all created a perfect maelstrom of desire. By the end of it all, Spencer couldn’t think of anything other than having me that way. I’ve seen it time and time again. Desire is a blinder, narrowing focus until all there is left is feeling. But I can’t help but wonder if there’s something more to it.

Maybe Spencer is finally starting to feel comfortable with me. Maybe he’s always had this well of thirst in him, that depth of need, that he’s been too afraid to let out. Maybe he didn't know it existed. Or, perhaps he’s always been like this, and I’ve just been too blind to see it. My favourite theory, though, my selfish theory, is that I’m the one who’s brought it out in him. 

The thought makes me shuffle closer to him, gentle so as not to wake him up. As I fall asleep, wrapped up in him, with his lips pressed to the top of my spine, I let myself come to terms with the fact that the sweet Spencer Reid might not be as sweet as he once was. There’s an entire new side for me to explore, to unlock.

I just hope I can handle it.

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Hands-on Learning

synopsis: Spencer Reid’s best friend pays him a visit in DC. She meets his coworkers and they spend quality time together while she’s in town. But their friendly dynamic changes with he asks her a question she was not expecting. (season 2 glasses reid)

word count: 4k

content: 18+ MDNI, oral (f receive), penetration

Spencer has been begging me to come visit him again since the last time I was in D.C. six months ago. And I won't admit it to him, but I've been dying to see him again so much it physically pains me. Going six months without seeing your best friend is the worst feeling in the world, but I'd take the emotional turmoil any day because it's for him.

And I suppose he's worth sitting on this plane, lodged between a sleeping old woman and a man who has gotten up to pee ten times since take off. I must really love him because I'm only an hour into this five hour flight.

Spencer and I met when we were 18. I'd just started my freshman year at CalTech and was in an advanced class with a bunch of 22 year olds. My eye caught his immediately. He was the only person my age in the lecture hall.

I sat next to him and told him my name. I knew I had to make him my friend because he was the only other freshman in the class.

Or so I thought. I didn't know until a month into our friendship that he was indeed not a freshman, and he was taking the class for fun while he worked on his second PhD. A small part of me hated him that instant, but I had already fallen into the Spencer Reid charm. I couldn't get rid of him, no matter how hard I tried (which was not very hard at all.)

We became close pretty fast. Almost every moment we weren't in separate classes, we were together. I was pretty much his only friend and he was the first person I met in uni, and probably the only one to accept me a hundred percent as I was. Being so far from home was hard, and he made it worth it.

Usually we'd do homework or watch scary movies in his single dorm room, which I totally took advantage of. I'd spend the night with him instead of my over-sharing roommate who thought I needed to know every detail about her and her long relationship with her boyfriend Kyle, specifically the phone sex. TMI.

My other friends would joke about how we were in love, but the truth is, we weren't. Not in that way at least. He was my best friend, and I was his. We were there for every big moment in each other's lives.

Well, not every big moment. Spencer was not invited when I finally lost my virginity during spring break of freshman year. But he was there when the guy I'd hooked up with broke my heart. And he bought me ice cream and told me stupid facts until my lips broke into a smile.

I was there when he got his second and third PhDs far quicker than any graduate student should. And he was there when I graduated with my masters in psychology and cognitive science.

"You're a nerd too," Spencer said, his voice teasing as he bumped my shoulder. "You can admit it now that we're done with this place."

I told him to shut up, but a wide grin was plastered on my face. We'd made it through the highs and lows of college together.

However, that grin was soon replaced with tears. Spencer had gotten a job offer with the Behavioral Analysis Unit at the FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia. He was going to the academy, and I was starting my research job. He was going to the east coast, and I was staying in California.

"You're leaving me," I said through tears, knowing me guilt tripping him was wrong. But I needed him to stay.

"I'm leaving California, not you," he said, his eyebrows knit together with worry. I could tell it was eating up at him, but I couldn't stop hating the situation. Losing my best friend was the absolute last thing I wanted.

The day he left, I drove him to the Las Vegas airport after he said goodbye to his mom. I didn't help him get his bags, instead I stood there moping. As I watched my best friend walk away, I realized I needed to be happy for him. He was excited about this opportunity, and my bitchiness was ruining that for him.

It wasn't romantic movie-esk the way I ran after him. It was more of an anxiety filled scene where snot ran down my face as I chased him down. Honestly, I probably looked like a stalker.

"Spencer," I breathed out, looking up at him.

He smiled softly. "I knew you wouldn't let me leave without giving me a proper goodbye," he teased.

I shouldn't have taught him teasing and sarcasm. It's bitten me in the ass so many times.

I wrapped my arms around him, ignoring his comment. My face pressed against his chest as his arms held me close. My eyes were closed and I steadied my breathing. Even though he was going what seemed like a million miles away, he'd always be my best friend.

And that's stayed true even three years later. We've kicked this long distance shit in the ass. Of course, we don't talk as much as we'd like, but we still talk. And whenever he can, he visits me in LA after seeing his mom, or I take a visit to the nation's capital just to see my favorite FBI agent.

——

"Every time I see you, you look different," I say with a chuckle as Spencer helps me get my bags into his guest room.

"Is that a bad thing?" He questions, eyebrows furrowed.

"Take it as you will," I say, plopping down on his couch.

He joins me shortly after. He really does look different. He's gained some weight, changed his style up just a little, his hair is parted at the side almost neatly, and he's finally wearing glasses again. Except these ones are far different from the ones he wore in college. These ones are kind of hot, but I won't tell him that because I can't feed the genius's ego any more.

"So," I say, wiggling my eyebrows. "Tell me about your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend," Spencer says, his cheeks already turning pink.

I roll my eyes. "Tomato, tomahto."

"Y/n," he warns.

"Fine, fine. Topic for another time. Don't forget, I'm here all week, Dr. Reid," I flash him a grin.

He sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes.

"You know you've missed me," I say, leaning my head on his shoulder.

He shakes his head, but a small smile creeps up onto his lips. He's missed me. But rather than admitting that he asks, "What would you like to do tonight?"

"Food. What's the best restaurant in the city?"

"The best or my favorite?" He asks. "Because they're different."

"Your favorite," I request, a soft smile on my face.

Spencer nods. "Alright. I'll let you nap off the plane drowsiness, then we'll have dinner."

The smile on my face grows wider. He knows me so well.

After my way-longer-than-I-intended nap, we get ready for dinner. I don't dress up fancy because Spencer has seen me at my worst, drunk, crying, and throwing up.

That was the one time I've ever seen him drink. I drug him to a party that we both ended up hating. We left early and instead bought our own liquor. He'd just turned 21, and I used that to my advantage.

Spencer and I ended up drunk in his dorm room. Surprisingly, he handled his alcohol much better than I did. I got wasted and threw up in his sink before making it to his toilet to repeat the action. He held my hair back as tears streamed down my face from the burning in my throat. Then, he threw up from the sight of me vomiting. It was not our finest moment.

"Ready to go?" Spencer asks, coming into the restroom where I'm touching up my makeup.

"Sure am, doc."

The dinner is amazing. He catches me up on all things BAU cases before asking me how my promotion has been, which is, in simple words, pretty damn great.

——

"Oh you're not Spencer," says a way too handsome black man as I open the apartment door.

"Nope. I'd like to think I'm prettier," I joke.

"Yes, you are," he flashes me a smile.

The footsteps behind me halt. "Don't even think about it, Morgan," Spencer says, a warning tone present in his voice.

The man in front of me holds his hands up in defense, the charming smile still on his face.

"This is Morgan? You did not describe him this hot," I turn to my best friend.

He glares at me. "You also don't even think about it."

I laugh softly and offer my hand out to Derek.

"Y/n. Nice to finally meet you."

His firm grip shakes my hand. "So you're the competition I have as Reid's best friend."

"In the flesh," I grin. "And it's no competition. I've got years on you."

"Ooh she's bold. I like her," he says.

I haven't had the opportunity to meet all of Spencer's coworkers because of both of our busy schedules and us making sure to spend every second together while I visit. I've met his boss one time and friend JJ. I liked them. I know enough about everyone from Spencer's stories to know that he's in good hands.

"Did you need something?" Spencer asks his friend.

"Oh right. Yeah I was just going to see if you wanted to come out with us, but I see you are occupied," Morgan says, looking to me.

"Go out where?" I ask, not letting Spencer respond.

"Bar. To drink and play games."

"That sounds fun! We'll be there," I say.

Spencer fake coughs behind me, and I turn to my best friend. He gives me a look.

"C'mon, Spence. It'll be fun. I want to get to know your team."

He can't say no to me. "Fine. But let's not stay out too long, okay? You know you can't handle your alcohol."

"Hey, I've grown up since college," I chuckle.

——

“Have you two ever...?" Spencer's gorgeous dark haired friend asks me as she takes a swig from her glass. She cuts her eyes to Spencer, then back to me.

He's currently at the bar with Morgan who's attempting to flirt with the pretty bartender.

"What? No! God no," I laugh, shaking my head.

"Hm," Emily hums. "I just thought I sensed something."

"Nope. He's my best friend. Why mess with that?" I smile softly.

"So you've thought about it?" She's nosy. I can't blame her, I am too.

"No," I answer.

That's the first lie I've told to Spencer's friends. Of course I've thought about it. I don't think anyone has been friends with an attractive person without thinking about what would happen if the relationship dynamic changed. My best friend's kind of hot. I know that. Before we were close, I debated on asking him out. But we're just friends. We're best friends. And nothing is going to change that.

I get to know Spencer's friends a little more, get slightly tipsy, and start a game of darts with Morgan.

After he beats me, not by much I'd like to add, we're just about to start a rematch, but a hand touches my back lightly. I turn around to face Spencer, and a soft smile creeps up onto my lips.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Can we head back? It's getting late," he asks, checking his watch.

I nod, brushing my hair behind my face. "Sure, but tell Morgan I totally could've beaten him in a rematch."

Spencer laughs softly. "She could've," he says to Derek behind me who rolls his dark brown eyes.

"Getting old, doc?" I ask Spencer as we walk to his car. He's 99% sober, so he drives us back to his apartment.

I sit in the passenger's seat, hands folded in my lap. My eyes are on him.

"Hm?"

"Why'd we leave so early?"

"10:30 is when the guys in the bar start getting drunker and handsy. I didn't want you to get dragged into some asshole's grasp while dancing," he explains.

"Oh," I nod. "I can handle myself, you know that right? Just because you're a big federal agent now doesn't mean I need you to protect me." My voice is thorough, but a small smile is on my lips anyway.

"Just returning the favor, Y/n," Spencer says. He knows I protected him all throughout our shared college days.

My cute going-out clothes have begun to get uncomfortable. I unclasp my bra, keeping my somewhat sexy shirt on and slip it off from underneath the blouse, letting it fall to Spencer's floorboard.

"Much better," I breathe out an exasperated sigh.

He's silent in his seat, eyes on the road. I see his hands grip the steering wheel a little harder.

"I missed you a lot," I say honestly. Usually I'm not one to say what I'm feeling or be mushy gushy, but the two shots of tequila have opened me up.

His eyes flick to me, his lips formed in a soft smile. His face is being lit up by the passing cars' headlights. I can see how sharp his cheekbones are, his jawline.  "I thought you were heartless."

"I take back my previous statement."

"I missed you too," Spencer says.

"Of course you did, I'm a delight," I gloat.

The sound of his soft laughter fills the air. It pulls on the strings in my chest.

"How is it possible that I leave in three days already?"

"Shh," he shakes his head, eyes still on the road ahead of him. "Don't mention that right now." Spencer's hand pats my knee before squeezing it comfortingly.

——

"I have a question," Spencer says, coming into his room where I'm currently laying on his bed, reading a book I grabbed off one of his many shelves.

I look up from the page I'm on. He looks nervous, cheeks red, his hands fiddling with themselves.

"Hit me," I say.

He sits down at the edge of the bed. "I don't really know how to ask this... It's a weird question. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and..."

"Spit it out, Spencer,” I eye him.

"Could you... would you tell me how to please someone. Specifically a woman. During sex."

A huffed laugh releases from me, and his cheeks burn redder. I think I'm blushing too. "What?"

"I'm sorry. That was weird. Forget I said-" he starts softly.

"Have you never...?"

Spencer shakes his head.

I didn't really think he had, but I didn't ever expect him to tell me when or if he lost his virginity anyway. He's reserved, even with me with some things.

"Wait," I sit up straighter. "Is this about your girlfriend?"

"Not my girlfriend," Spencer corrects me. "But yeah. We have a date the night you leave, and I think she's going to expect it. I mean, this is our fourth date."

"Well, if you don't want to have sex, don't have sex," I say sternly.

"It's not that I don't. It's just that I've never done it. I don't know what to do. I've read, and I'm good at anatomy. But what if I'm bad at the physicality of it all?" He presses his lips together, his teeth gnawing on the inside of his bottom lip.

"I don't really know how to explain it," I chuckle nervously. The blood is rushed to my cheeks, they're probably scarlet. "It just kind of happens."

"I shouldn't have asked," Spencer says.

"No, it's just that... like with anything, practice helps people get good sex," I tell him.

He looks up at me, his eyes asking what his lips won't. I feel my heart pounding against my chest, faster than usual.

"Do you want me to... show you?" I ask. He has always preferred hands-on learning.

"Would you?"

I nod slowly, hesitantly.

He moves toward me slowly, hesitantly.

"Kiss me," I tell him, hoping this won't get too weird.

Spencer and I have been best friends for years, we're extremely close, but this may bring us too close. This could ruin everything, but for some reason, I can't stop it.

He presses his lips to mine gently, his hand cupping my face. My eyes flutter closed. I reciprocate the kiss, and it's a lot easier than I imagined. Not that I've entirely imagined it.

My hands trail up his arms slowly. He's gained muscle. I guess that's a part of his FBI agent glow up. His tongue roams my mouth, and I'm pleasantly surprised by how good of a kisser he is.

He pulls away after a few minutes. He's breathing heavy. "Are you sure this is okay?"

I nod, then lean in to kiss him again but he leans back.

"Say it."

"It's okay, Spencer," I tell him. This time he lets me kiss him again.

I lay down, my back against his bed. He hovers above me, his hand on my waist now as he kisses me. He's good at this, and that thought comes to my mind again as his lips suck on my neck.

"Keep doing that," I whine softly.

He obliges and nibbles my skin gently. "Is this okay?" He whispers.

"Mhm," I noise.

I let him take the lead for now, do what he's comfortable with so far. His hand trails up a little further. I tell him he can touch me, and he does, though hesitantly at first. His fingertips graze against my breast before he finally gets comfortable enough to take hold of it through my shirt. He squeezes then pinches my nipple. He knows more than he lead on.

A soft moan releases from my mouth, my back arches just a little. His hand slips beneath my shirt, his warm touch on my belly. Spencer takes ahold of my shirt then lifts it up. I help him take it off me. I'm completely bare hips and above since I wasn't wearing a bra anyway. His eyes widen a little, and he smiles softly.

"Stop staring at me," I laugh a little.

"We're about to have sex and I can't look at you?"

I roll my eyes. "Let's just continue."

Spencer nods. "What do you want me to do?”

"Well, most women like to do other stuff before actually getting into the sex. Penetration alone doesn't do it for most of us," I tell him.

"You included?"

"Me included."

"What do you like?" He asks.

"What are you comfortable with? Do you have any ideas?"

Spencer thinks for a moment. "I want to learn how to-I want to give you... oral."

I burst into a laugh. "Spence, never say oral to a woman. Just say head."

"Head. Noted," he nods.

He's adorable when he's nervous and nerdy. Which is pretty much always.

"Kiss me first. Anywhere," I tell him.

He chooses the soft flesh of my stomach. I smile down at him. I reach down, pushing down my shorts, my underwear too. I'm growing needy.

Spencer slips them the rest of the way down and tosses them down to the ground. After slipping off his glasses, he kisses the inside of my thigh. God, I need him to do something right now.

His big hands push my thighs apart. Then he pauses. The clocks in his brain turn.

I feel like he's just about to call this whole thing off, but then I'm hit with a shock of pleasure. His tongue licks in between my folds.

“You’re really wet,” he says, more like an observation that a tease. Then he attacks my clit with his lips after taking a second to find it. Fuck. He definitely knows more about sex than I was led to believe.

Spencer's fingers leave marks on the inside of my thighs as he grips onto them. His lips suck on my clit, tongue flicking back and forth often too.

Soft moans spill from my lips. I'm trying to be quiet. I shouldn't be enjoying this as much as I am.

The sudden shock of Spencer's mouth removing from my clit makes me whine in protest, but his fingers sliding inside me make up for it.

I groan, my head leaning back into the pillows.

“Do you like this?”

I bite my lip, “Mhm. Curl your fingers.”

He does as he’s told.

When Spencer both fingers my cunt and sucks on my clit, I'm a moaning mess. "Holy fuck, Spencer," I whine. My legs are shaking within minutes, and even though he's still sloppy and new at this, my body loves it. My hands grip into his hair.

"Just like that, Spencer. So good."

A loud moan rings out from me as I finish. I couldn't even warn Spencer before my release pours from me.

My breaths are heavy and loud. Spencer pulls away, looking up at my eyes.

"Was that okay?" His breathing is heavy too.

"No," I say. "Spencer that was fucking amazing. You've seriously never done that before?"

He shakes his head.

"Wow."

"Told you, I'm good at anatomy," he smiles bashfully.

"Take your pants off," I command. "I want you inside of me."

I find a condom in my purse as he shrugs his clothes off. I sit up and find myself staring at his bulge with wide eyes. He's bigger than I expected. Not like huge to where it's unnatural, but big enough that I will probably need a minute to adjust once he's in me.

I tell him to lay down, and he does. He's a good boy. I like it.

I help him get the condom on, then swing a leg over his lap so that I'm straddling him. "Are you ready?" I ask him, my hand holding his face gently.

He takes a second, processing that he’s about to lose his virginity. Probably freaking out a lottle that it’s to me. “Yes ma'am," Spencer nods.

"Just a gentlemen," I grin.

I lower myself onto him, and once he's inside me, I do need a minute to adjust. Moans come from both of us, and I love the sounds we make together.

"Fuck," he groans, his voice raspy. He repeats my name over and over as I start to roll my hips.

"Oh my god." My eyes shut, and I bite my lip to keep me quiet.

"Don't do that," Spencer tells me. "I want to hear it."

I give him what he wants. I bounce up and down on him, his length hitting me in the right spot every time.

Both of our sounds fill the room. Spencer holds my hips down, stopping me.

"Wha-?"

"I want to do it," he says softly. "Please."

"Do what you want with me, doctor," I tell him, nodding.

He flips our positions, and he's on top of me. Spencer's lips crash into mine as he enters me again.

I bite his lip, causing both of us to moan into each other's mouths.

Spencer doesn't last much longer since it's his first time, but I don't even mind. He rubs my clit until I come again, and I feel I'm floating.

We lay on his bed, heavy breaths morphing together. "I think you're going to blow her mind, doctor Reid," I chuckle softly.

"Who's?"

"You're girlfriend that's not your girlfriend," I say, eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, right. I don't think I'm going on that date. Okay, actually I canceled that date when you got here."

"What?" I chuckle, confused.

"There's no date,” he says, point blank.

"Did you just trick me into sleeping with you?" My eyebrows are still furrowed, but I'm smiling.

He presses his lips together. "Well, if you put it that way... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, no. I admire the hustle, doc," I laugh softly, my fingertips circling on his bare chest.

Men and women can be purely platonic friends, no romantic feelings involved. But maybe Spencer and I aren’t that type of friends after all.

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I adore every person reading this. I want you to know you’re loved, I support you, and my messages are always open if you want to chat.

Also, thank, thank, thank you from the bottom of my heart, I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without this blog, and the support I receive keeps me going. 

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All my fics are in order of newest to oldest. They’re also all Spencer x Y/n

Smut (18+) 

Santa Tell Me 

Spencer’s a really good gift giver, but you have some surprises up your sleeve too.

BAU Boys

Staying late at Rossi’s with your favorite colleagues really pays off. Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan x Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Birthday Morning

Spencer’s birthday is always a big deal with his 

THE KINK LIST

A whole list of fics separated by different kinks

To Need Someone

The very complicated dynamic of two BAU agents changes dramatically over two months, as they figure out if there’s an emotion besides hatred that they feel for each other

Unconventional

Spencer’s first one night stand ends up having a lot of strings when he sees her again at work.

Pretty in Purple II

An interruption to some private time Spencer is trying to share with his girlfriend unintentionally winds up advancing their sex life and where Spencer’s dirty little secret meets the team while he struggled to keep his hands off her. Dom!Spencer

Call me

Spencer gets a surprise phone call which leads to a happy ending

Take Two

Spencer finds an old adult entertainment film starring his girlfriend and her ex and decides they better make their own.

Dom!Spencer

Parents-to-be

Spencer and his wife have some giggly sex as they try to conceive a baby. 

New and Exciting

Spencer x reader smut where it’s Spencer’s first time?

Sub!Spencer, Virgin!Spencer

Spencer Reid NSFW Alphabet

A comparison between Sub!Spencer (season 1 era) and Dom!Spencer (season 15 era)

(In your ocean) Swim

The time until Frenemies with Benefits eventually fall in love is always a ticking time bomb Rough!Dom!Spencer

The Unknown

After getting flirted with, Y/n shows Spencer he has nothing to be insecure about. Sub!Spencer

Under the covers

Friends with benefits never works out, but, this time, the switch to becoming a couple, was an accident, unbeknownst to Spencer and Y/n until the team pointed it out Dom!Spencer

Mirror Mirror on the wall

Upon overhearing a conversation between her boyfriend and his friend, Y/n's beyond upset but Spencer quickly fixes it. SoftDom!Spencer

Houston, we do not have a problem

Spencer is determined to make Y/n’s conference call hard. Literally. Dom!Spencer

MGG Smut 

Filming a movie

Matthew and Y/n decide to make a movie of the adult variety

Fluff

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)

Spencer’s gone for Christmas, and you and the twins wish he wasn’t.

A Perfectly Imperfect New Year’s Eve

Spencer’s got something he needs to get done before the New Year starts. Unfortunately, things get in the way of his plan, but it’s perfect anyway

The Gingerbread Competition

A gingerbread competition gets serious at the Reids

Let It Snow

Apparently, getting stuck in a cabin with Spencer isn’t too bad

What Christmas Means To Me

The Reids discuss all the things that are Christmas-y and important to them while being really in love with each other.

Little Angels

A little snippet of the perfect life you and Spencer have created

Worry Free

After the issues of Spencer’s past year, JJ is worried for him, until she finds out an incredibly interesting piece of information about his romantic life

Trick or Treat or Surprise

Halloween at the BAU is a big deal. Apparently, makeup mishaps also are.

Baby Reid

Little Touches

Just a few moments where Spencer learns how much he loves touches

Rays of Sunshine

Just a relaxing morning in the Reid house with the couple’s baby

4+1 Cuddling

The four times they cuddled before becoming a couple and the one time they cuddled afterward

Nickname

Nicknames are important in the Reid house, sacred and a problem when they come from the wrong person

How everyone found out

a little blurb about how each of the team members found out about a secret BAU relationship

A little (major) crush

Spencer's coldness is interpreted as hate for a very long time until a little admission leads to him accepting the truth

A dream come true

After a long few years of trying to have a baby, the Reids give up, until nothing short of a miracle happens at an inconvenient time.

Teaching and Learning

After some true bragging happens about Spencer at the hands of his daughter, her teacher is determined to find out how amazing he really is.

The guaranteed way to get to sleep

Spencer is the only one who can recognize the signs of needing someone in the new agent * this is not an informative article about how to sleep

What’s in a name? II

Spencer accidentally gets misidentified by a little kid whose mom means the world to him

Teenage Heartbreak and Impromptu Parenting

Spencer had to bluff his way around helping his daughter through her first heartbreak.

Clumsy

Spencer tripping and tumbling leads him to fall for a nurse.

One and Done

The stories of how four Reid children came to alter the one-child plan their parents had intended since their first baby.

Chaos and Calm

Spencer has a bit of a chaotic day being a dad, but his wife is always there at the end to provide some calming kisses

Impromptu 

Spencer gets taken on a surprise, unplanned trip with his two favorite people trying to cheer him up.

Unwell

Instead of getting looked after, Spencer is the one doing the looking after when he realizes his girlfriend is sick and trying to hide it when he comes home from a rough case

The Brilliant Doctor Daddy Unit Chief Reid

Spencer gets a visit from his wife and daughters on his first day at his new job

The Pact

Years have passed between the time Spencer and Y/n broke up, but it doesn't stop them from jumping back in head first when given a little prompt

Tying the knot

About the day that Y/n becomes a Reid

A memorable hero

Y/n jumps into the arms of a random FBI agent when she unknowingly talks to a creepy unsub.

Darling, you’re the one I want

The history of Spencer and Y/n’s relationship as told by Paper rings by Taylor Swift

Unbelievable but Verified

The BAU's newest member comes prepared to join the team with a tiny crush on the man who wrote her three favorite thesis papers.

Smells Fishy

Out of place perfume and cologne give away a secret relationship of the BAU.

Secure

Spencer and Y/n both struggle with the challenges that come with being parents, but take away each others insecurities

The Cutest You

Adorable drunk Spencer being in love with his girlfriend

An Ironic Position ♡ R16

“6x04, the wife won’t talk to morgan and rossi, spence talks to her bc he isn’t a threat? A fic of that then him walking out of the house, smirking, knowing the “not an alpha male” thing is an act & emily catches on.”

(My) Lover Based off Lover by Taylor Swift <3  A whole lot of fluff about Y/n and Spencer’s moving into their new apartment and celebrating with the team. 

Just Friends

One too many people flirt with Y/n’s not-boyfriend boyfriend

One lie, two truths

Spencer’s concern when his girlfriend appears to be flirting with someone else in the bar is resolved when she assures him, twice over, that he’s the only one for her.

Spencer Reid 2.0

Spencer meets his clone and could not be more thrilled about it.

Ouch

After getting injured in the field, Y/n is looked after by Spencer.

Venus

"i promised myself i would never fall in love with you. but it was 4am, and we were laughing way too hard, and i felt happy for the first time in a long time, and i knew i was screwed."

Lie Detector

One polygraph test reveals how two best friends really feel about each other.

Crying in my prom dress

Y/n and Spencer, best friends of many years, figure out there’s something else going on 

Soulmates

The BAU team knew Y/n and Spencer would be the perfect couple, it was just a shame he left the BAU before she joined. 

Jump then fall

The song Y/n dedicated to Spencer was a secret but when he figures out what it is, he takes a calculated leap of faith

Swooping in

Accidentally and unknowingly, Spencer takes the girl Morgan's trying to take home

Just between me and you

Spencer's hesitancy to take a dare troubles Y/n. Until it doesn't.

All stitched up

Spencer's unexpected arrival at Y/n's work worries her. 

The girl in the bar 

None of the team can understand why Y/n isn't into Morgan or Emily so they're shocked when she kisses Spencer. 

The world’s worst hairstylist

Although her hair is similar to Spencer’s, he’s very unhelpful when it comes to helping style Y/n’s new haircut. 

Just my type 

Spencer is definitely the pretty girl in the bars type

Neverland

Just a Halloween fic about babysitting Henry

Please don’t ever become a stranger Based on the song New Year’s Day by Taylor Swift One last farewell party stirs up some hidden feelings

Merry and Bright

Complete Christmas fluff

Wherever I’m going, I’m happy you’re coming

For the prettiest boy (based on the song Pretty boy by the Neighbourhood)

Betting Game ✰

The teams' bets on whether Y/n and Spencer are dating come to a head

Geniuses at work ✰

Y/n and Spencer find a creative way to get out of their week of blind dates 

Under the weather

Y/n refuses to admit she isn’t feeling well until she falls asleep at her desk and Spencer takes her home

Comfortable

Just a warm, fluffy day with everyone’s favorite Doctor

All grown up

12 years passed since Y/n went on a date she didn’t realize was a date with Spencer. Now, they’re older and the truth comes out

Spill the beans

After a forced kiss with someone who isn’t his wife, Spencer feels terrible. But Y/n has some news that cheers him up

Caught in a lie 

Y/n’s choice to lie to her FBI profiler boyfriend somehow pays off 

Til forever falls apart Based on the song by FINNEAS and Ashe An old injury and some strong pain killers make Spencer confess some deep feelings

The problem with probability 

The statistical probability of divorce freaks Y/n out a little, good time Spencer knows more statistics 

Lipstick ✰

Maybe, the secret to putting a murderer away is kissing someone you dislike

Take a look at my girlfriend ✰ Based on the song by Supertramp Spencer Reid’s always more than willing to brag about his girlfriend

Profilers profiled 

Cat Adams exposes a secret relationship

Warm on a cold night Based on the song by HONNE Spencer and Y/n stargaze

Gorgeous

Based on the incredible Taylor Swift song Y/n a little infatuated with a certain genius  

Secret’s out ✰

So far, Spencer and Y/n have managed to keep their relationship a secret... until a fumble in their morning routine 

Date night

Picnic park date with Y/n’s official boyfriend, Spencer Reid

Sweater

On a case in Montana, Y/n’s only coat gets ruined. Luckily, Spencer had a hoodie

Babysitters

JJ accidentally calls in her babysitter and her best friend to watch Henry and it works out well for them

Gorgeous

Spencer shyly explains the golden ratio and how Y/n fits it

Perfection

The newest member of the Reid family is the literal definition of the word perfect

Never have I ever ♡

When the team get bored on the jet, with some vodka, they play a fun game of never have I ever

Get ready with me ♡

Spencer and Y/n almost miss dinner at Rossi’s while they mess around getting ready

Gift giving ♡

It’s the day of Y/n and Spencer’s 2nd anniversary and they exchange gifts.

Goodmorning 

Spencer isn’t there in the morning when Y/n wakes up, but she’s very excited when he returns

Cuddles

A cuddle with his son is just the thing Spencer needs when he gets home from a hard case

Set up 

Morgan gets sick of working with two idiots who are clearly in love with each other, so he takes matters into his own hands

Touch starved ✰

Spencer’s working far too hard on the current case and Y/n knows she’s got to provide him with some comfort.

Bittersweet but mostly sweet

When Spencer got phone calls from Y/n while he was working, he worried. But this one was good. 

Tough Day ✰

Some cases are harder than the rest but Y/n’s always there for Spencer.

Genius on paper

As someone with an IQ of 187, Spencer should be able to cook his girlfriend breakfast. Should

Tuesday Trip 

No one’s excited when the BAU team are forced to go to the CIA, but Spencer’s mood improves when he meets Y/n

Angst

Eleventh Hour

Spencer’s about to move across the country, until his ex-girlfriend gives him some news

Christmas Lights

based on my favorite christmas song ever: Christmas Lights by Coldplay

Familiar

Spencer’s secret way to sleep is revealed in a moment of upset

Enduring

Spencer’s wife gives birth almost as soon as he’s back after getting shot in Texas, and he’s very grateful.

Three

Three wishes, three requests, three things to say, and three people. 

Back to You

Spencer never thought she would love him the way he loves her, but he also never thought she would come back from the dead

Wish you were sober

Being in love with Spencer is exhausting when he only admits to his feelings for you when he’s drunk

From the dining table

Based on the Harry Styles song, Spencer struggles dealing with a breakup that he's at fault for with all the guilt, sadness and anger.

Spaces between us

Spencer's time after prison starts to affect his marriage and it takes his wife leaving for him to realize what he wants

A way home

An out of the blue call to Spencer makes him question whether he wants to go on without his ex-wife in his life

Something New

When his friend with benefits needs a date, Spencer agrees to play along before their relationship dramatically changes when she needs him emotionally.

Breaking Point

The Reids' are on the brink of divorcing, with the need to figure out whether or not the other is worth it. Requested here

All your you

Spencer struggles to juggle his family-life and work-life after Gideon dies, but Y/n assures him it’s okay

Not close enough

Spencer has a girlfriend and they are engaged and reader loves him and he finds out and is very upset and he's like "you can't come to my wedding" but in the end he loves her.

Out of the blue

Spencer's not thrilled about having a new addition to the Reid family, until Y/n gets hurt and he works out what was bothering him.

Unexpected Twist

Going back to Las Vegas stirs up some well kept secrets involving Spencer for the second time in a year

Crushed

Being in love with the girl one of your best friends is hooking up with was a feeling Spencer never thought would go away.

Baiting the hook

An undercover operation goes wrong, but not in the way everyone expected, causing the team to frantically try to find Y/n.

Liar Liar

Y/n gets put in JJ's position after Emily dies, and Spencer, her boyfriend, isn't happy about it.

Reunion 

As much as they tried, Spencer and Y/n couldn’t salvage their relationship, until Y/n turns up at his place, fulfilling a promise years later.

The sacrifice of love

Knowing everything was coming to an end, with Y/n forced to think she was taking her last few breaths, she confesses her love for Spencer.

The only way home

Mad at her boyfriend, Y/n has a little too much to drink and Spencer takes her home.

I'm watching

Spencer and Y/n come so close to becoming a couple, but someone else gets in the way.

Reading between the lines

Spencer panics when he misinterprets a relationship term to mean something terrible.

Enough

Almost ending their engagement, Y/n learns not wanting to have children isn’t a deal-breaker to Spencer

Parallel universe

Right person, wrong time in this universe’s timeline anyway

all is fair in love and war

Can the team convince two arch-enemies that they’re in love with each other?

Their end

The day the clock finally runs out 

One Final Chance

Time is running out for Spencer to confess his love 

Broken Pieces 

Things have got bad between Y/n and Spencer, can they fix it?

Renegade

Based on the song by Big Red Machine feat. Taylor Swift. Spencer’s struggle with Emily coming back from the dead

First day back

Mom Y/n and Dad Spencer struggle to deal with how they feel after having a baby

Risky Move

When a narcissistic bank robber decides he wants a member of the BAU to hold hostage, Spence decides he’s the least important so he should go.

Never again

Spencer’s a little reckless, walking in to stop an unsub without a vest or gun. Y/n’s a little mad about it

Kids

While they’re out of a case, Spencer and Y/n get the job of looking after the victim’s children. So they do so, over breakfast

Dance Recital

Nora Reid, Spencer and Y/n’s daughter, gets very mad when her daddy misses her dance performance

Lost time

Spencer wanted to protect Y/n, but the only way to do that was to break her heart. Finally, when the stalker is caught, he wants to get back together.

Last day

Based on what happens when Spencer goes home, after seeing his best friend, Morgan, for the last time as a BAU agent

Not so good phone call

Usually, phone calls from Spencer are good but not one about him being shot.

First one’s always the hardest

It’s not fair that Y/n’s first case with the BAU is a bad one but Spencer is there to provide some comfort

Series/ Multiparts

Right Person + Right Time

A right person, wrong time fic until it’s the right time

Winter Wonderland

Masterlist for my Christmas and winter inspired fics this year, some are based on songs, others aren’t

Beyond Breaking- complete

Series Masterlist

A story about a married couple, boarding on divorce and trying to figure out whether to part ways or make it work, filled with heartbreak, dad!spencer, awkward silences, friendship, lies, passion, miscommunications, questionable decision-making, and love.

Changes + 

Growing up and leaving to college is difficult enough without the love of your life going to their dream school across the country

Take me back- ongoing

Series Masterlist

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

The heart-aching aftermath of falling far too quickly into far too passionate love with Spencer Reid

Valentine’s Day Celebration- complete

Three different fics that can be read as standalones or a series Surprise me - the wait for a proposal comes to a grinding halt when Spencer surprises his girlfriend… and himself Impress me  - Spencer really can’t cook, but he doesn’t let it stop him from being the absolute best, most thoughtful boyfriend ever. Remember me (18+) - Spencer remembers lots of things but he manages to forget the day of love. However, he has a great way of making it up to his girlfriend.

Secret Life and The Private Side of a Secret Life (18+) - complete

The team accidentally stumbles upon Spencer, a mystery woman, a mystery girl, and a decade-long secret and after the ladies of the BAU take Spencer’s mystery wife out and learn some… new things about their colleague, the Reids get to work on making their fantasy a reality.

The Public Eye and The Private Eye with t.e.i.c. part i, part ii- complete Famous!Y/n AU 

Spencer gets closer to a famous actress, discovering they're incredibly similar and she really likes him and they go on their first date

Old Wives Tales and Sherlock Holmes Titles - complete

The soon-to-be parents place a bet on whether they'll be having a boy or a girl and they find out the shocking news confirming who was right

The Antithesis of Loss and Gain - ongoing

With Spencer in prison, Y/n struggles to cope because how much she loves him until he's finally out and they can go on their first date.

Parent trap- complete

1   2

What happened in Vegas- complete

1 2 3 * 4 5

Spencer and Y/n’s questionable, drunk, cliché decisions leads them to a sober decision which leads them to have to face some consequences which leads them to work things out.

Found blood- complete

Lost and Found | Blood and Water

Odette Reid’s kidnapping leads to her recognizing Y/n as a parent, which she eventually becomes. 

Love/Hate Island- ongoing

Series Masterlist

Spencer Reid’s decision to conceal the breakup with his girlfriend of two years becomes a problem when Rossi orders him to bring her to his new Long Island mansion on a week-long vacation with the team. Can their relationship be fixed? Do they want it to be?

Break my heart- complete ♡

Part 1 Part 2

Spencer just needed some stress relief after being released from prison, how was he meant to know Y/n would take their friends-with-benefits relationship to mean something more?

Faking it- complete ♡ ✰

Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 (smut) Chapter 7  Chapter 8 (smut)  Chapter 9 Epilogue

When Y/n Y/l/n needs a date for 4th of July weekend, lonely Spencer Reid comes to the rescue. 

High society- Hiatus

Chapter 1 

The BAU’s current case involves the kidnapping of a rich socialite, one of the friends in that group is Y/n Y/l/n. 

Up- complete 

Breakup Makeup

Spencer and Y/n broke up when Y/n realised JJ was in love with him. 12 years later, Y/n is back and Spencer now knows she was right.

Night out- Complete

Part 1 Part 2

Spencer gets absolutely wasted, a rarity and confesses his true feelings towards Y/n

Compromised- Hiatus ♡

Part 1

Y/n Y/l/n and Spencer Reid are the only two BAU agents who hate each other with a passion. When the BAU is being stalked, the stalker steps things up a notch and Y/n and Spencer have to be taken into protective custody. Too bad they hate each other.

Undercover- Complete ♡

Part 1 Part 2 

To lure out an unsub, Spencer and Y/n must go undercover as a couple.

Misc

Instagram povs: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8

An in depth analysis about where Spencer lives

What a wedding with Spencer would be like

Blurbs

Headcannons

because i love to have an opinion

Sean Hotchner when Hotch was in WITSEC

Spencer naming his kid after gideon   after penelope   after emily

Diana’s Alzheimer’s

Spencer being unable to cook

Spencer and trust issues

Spencer really in love

Spencer being clingy after sex

Spencer x Pregnant!Reader and again

Spencer and Valentine’s Day

Spencer as a dad and more 

with adopted kids 

with adopted teen kids 

when his daughter gets a boyfriend

Spencer and a day out shopping

Spencer being jealous

Spencer and reader on her period

TW: Spencer helping reader with their drug addiction

Spencer going on a road trip

What Spencer smells like

Spencer x sibling!reader

Spencer owning a dog

Spencer taking a nap with reader

Spencer getting silent treatment

Spencer x latina!reader  with her family  calling him papi plus another and another 

Spencer and reader suffering from depression

CANE ERA SPENCER

Spencer’s song analysis and this one  my list of 10 songs I associate with Spencer

Spencer’s halloween cookie cutters

Spencer when he’s sick

Spencer when reader is hungover

Spencer’s petname for you, by season 

Spencer after he got shot

Spencer x popstar!reader

Kissing Spencer in the middle of an argument 

Spencer x Model!Reader

Spencer x singer!reader 

[mggpleasedontlookhere]

spencer read/matthew gibbler masterlist

spencer reid/matthew gray gubler

updated: july 16, 2022

✭ = author’s reccomendation

multiple parts-

reid’s anatomy: 0.1 0.2 

it should’ve been you: 0.1 0.2 ✭

pascal: 0.1 0.2  ✭

call out my name: 0.1 0.2  ✭✭

endgame: 0.1 0.2 0.3  ✭

liar liar: 0.1 0.2 ✭✭

to be true, to not be true: 0.1  0.2 0.3 (collab w/ @goldentournesol) ✭

oneshots-

ricin 

home 

socks, penguins, and dinosaurs 

dandelions 

home run  

afterhours 

mother’s care  ✭

sinking 

helping heart 

bathtime reading ✭

she used to be mine 

what i knew 

nothing to worry about 

rubber toe 

adams ✭

insignificant being ✭

checkmate ✭✭

a glimpse of maybe ✭ ✭

headcanons-

mgg: famous ✭

mgg: jealousy ✭

mgg: highschool reunion 

mgg: young co-star 

spencer reid: discussing kids ✭

[incognit0slut]

All I Need

Spencer realizes how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. What better time is there to propose if not in the middle of making love? Based on:

Warnings: 18+ mature content but nothing too explicit, this is just sweet love making

words: 2077

A/n: I’m supposed to finish my last kinktober and update my series, but both are very heavy and I needed something sweet to defrost my writer's block. I hope you don’t mind me squeezing something else until I finish my other WIPs🥲

“…every time I look into your eyes I see it, you’re all I need…”

SPENCER KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU. There wasn't a single thing he wasn't familiar with—from every mole, every scar, to every stretch mark. Any imperfection you considered of yourself he found to be perfect.

He was well aware of the small scar on your hip bone. Or the mole resting at the back of your thigh. Or the way you disliked caffeine, because every time you drank it, it increased your heart rate drastically. Which was why you always judged him every time he had a cup of coffee in his hand, especially with the amount of sugar he never seemed to stop adding.

"That is definitely not healthy," you would always say, to which he simply responded with a small peck on your lips. It was his way to shut you up without saying anything.

He also knew how soft you actually were underneath that hard exterior you always carried. You were an enigma the first time you joined the team, but Spencer always had a soft spot for mystery, and solving you became his mission even when he wasn't the best at maintaining conversations. He remembered making a fool of himself when he talked to you, stuttering about one of the random facts engraved in his brain.

But you still listened to him, and for once in his life, he finally found someone who didn't mind hearing him talk. It was nice to have somebody who found his knowledge interesting, and with that thought in mind, it didn't take long for him to take an interest in you.

Not that he wasn't interested at first, because honestly, you were a splendid sight when you first walked through the door. It was more so an interest that was considered surpassing a simple friendship. An interest that had him push his confidence into asking you out.

Spencer never pegged himself as someone who would be content having a significant other in his daily routine—his past relationships never seemed to work out, after all—but the more time he spent with you, the more he realized he was actually in pure bliss. It seemed as if you had cast a spell, drawing him deeper into your presence, a magnetic force of affection that went beyond the superficial. Every smile, every touch, seemed to emanate a radiant heat, and he couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer magnitude of your warmth.

Especially at this moment, staring into your eyes as they slowly fluttered open from a long night of slumber, he found himself leaning forward. You were so warm, so inviting. The soft light coming from the curtains cast a shadow over your curves and he couldn't help himself from trailing down your body.

You were fully awake now as he pressed his lips on every part of your skin. The slight movement of your arms wrapping around his neck had him grunting, and somehow he was suddenly positioned between your legs, pressing his hot length onto your wet folds, wanting nothing else but to push himself deep into your warmth.

As he watched you beneath him, eyes half closed, mouth open in anticipation, he couldn't help but mutter his next words because you looked breathtakingly beautiful. Heavenly gorgeous covered in a sheen of sweat, so damn pretty with eyes full of desire. You looked like a siren, an angel, and a lustful woman all rolled into one.

Everything about you was so divine, and the desire to consume every part of your existence became an insatiable hunger. It was a need, a yearning that made the idea of spending a lifetime without you seem unfathomable as if oxygen slowly drained from his world, leaving him breathless. 

The words bubbled up from the depths of his heart, and before he could second-guess himself, he blurted out, "Marry me." 

Your eyes snapped open as he finally sank his hips into you, and before you could even respond, before you could even register his words, his rough thrust stole the breath from your lungs. Rational thoughts shattered as he filled you completely, stretching you in a way that was slightly painful yet completely pleasurable.

He slowly pulled out, then pushed back in, your back arching, legs wrapping around his waist. "Spence," you moaned as he started a steady pace, trying to gain your focus but failing miserably. You couldn't think of anything else except the sensation between your legs. "Oh, God."

Languid and smooth, his hips continued to roll into you. "This feels good, doesn't it?"

The feel of his cock sinking in and out of you had your head falling back against the mattress. Your fingernails tightened upon his back, and he drove you gently into the bed with low grunts. His voice was rough, broken by focused breaths. "We could do this every morning."

A whine broke out of you.

"I'd wake up first," he told you. "I'd make you breakfast in bed..." He slipped out again before thrusting into you slowly, dragging his cock along your inner walls that had you mewling. "...right after I wake you with my tongue between your thighs."

You let out another moan. He drank in the sound with a smile before lowering his mouth to the base of your neck. Heated kisses trailed along your skin as his fingers trailed down the outline of your body before they stopped at the warmth between your legs.

Your mouth was wide open against his shoulder, eyes watering with the force of pleasure from having his cock smacking through your wetness, his body forcefully shoving your knees apart. You felt his fingers trailing your clit in slow circles and you arched your back, each tender brush tightened that coil of heat simmering in the pit of your stomach. The simulation drove you further into a haze of pleasure that a soft yes finally escaped your lips without you realizing it.

The barely whispered word didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Yes to this," he wondered as prompted his weight on his other hand. "Or to my proposal?"

You glanced up at him, your face a mixture of pleasure and alarm as you gave him a look. "You're crazy."

He watched you closely, mesmerized by the way your hips were bucking every time his cock hit that soft spot inside you while his fingers continued their tease. "Maybe." He leaned down and softly bit your shoulder. "But I am crazy in love with you."

When you didn't respond, he slowly pulled away and fixed his gaze on you. Your reaction, or lack thereof, spoke volumes, and as his eyes met yours, he found himself captivated by the reflective pools of emotion within. There was a hint of fear and concern, shadows that danced with the flicker of uncertainty. Yet, beneath those layers, he could see the distinct longing in your eyes. It was hard not to distinguish it as it matched the same look in his. Your stare was warm and domineering.

They were so full of love.

And that moment, Spencer realized, that was what you were to him—love. You were the greatest passion he had ever known.

You felt completely in the moment with him as you let your gaze scan over his features. His eyes appeared darker in this light of the room, but you could still see the soft lightness of them. Then, you leaned up, noses brushing gently against each other before you pressed your lips onto his. His body moved again in response, hips bucking into you and you felt him pulsing inside your core as his mouth worked harmoniously along yours.

"Marry." Thrust. "Me." Thrust.

You whimpered. Everything was too much. The intensity of the pleasure was almost intoxicating, a heady concoction that wrapped around you, rendering you momentarily breathless.

"Having you for the rest of my life is a privilege." He continued, grunting as you clenched around him. He lost himself with one final, jagged plea. "Marry me and make me the happiest man alive."

His words, touch, and the stroke of him inside you—it all blurred together. It pushed you so wildly that the coil in your stomach twisted sharply through along your body. He lunged down to kiss you again, tongue pushing deep as he stole your moan before it could break into the air. He tugged you into him at the same time that you submitted to his pull.

There were times when you would appreciate this. The contact, the intimacy, the warmth of your boyfriend connected with you. Right now though, you needed release. So you buried your hand in his curls, all messy and askew.

"Spencer," you breathed out against his lips. Each of his thrusts fed the growing flame in your body as your body turned pliant for him. “Oh god, yes,” you cried, head thrashing side to side as your eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by pleasure.

He peppered kisses over your neck, your jaw, your temple, desperate to be even closer to you, to melt into you. "Yes to what?"

Your senses were heightened, every touch and every breath seemed magnified in the intensity of the moment. Your body shuddered with every vicious thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes." A desperate, needy little whine slipped past your lips and you opened your eyes wide to give him a pleading look. "Spencer, please, please."

You were panting, your breath hot and your skin even hotter, and you could barely hear him when he spoke, "Yes to what, Angel?"

Angel. The syllables carried a warmth that resonated deep within your heart. Sometimes you were his Angel. Sometimes you were his Sweetheart. While you cherished the way he expressed his affection, a yearning for more had taken root.

Marry me.

You could be more than his angel. You could be his wife. But it wasn't just about the affectionate words anymore; it was about a promise, a shared future, and you realized as he hovered above you, all sweaty and desperate, that you wanted to feel this bliss every day. How could you not when he fits so perfectly inside you that you could swear he was made for you?

And then you felt it, his hand trailing down your arm before it stopped right along your fingers, intertwining them with his. Your hand clutched onto his as his thrust sped up a fraction—but it was still deep and lazy, enough to make you squirm. His cock was achingly hard inside you and when you clenched down on him, you adored the twitch and resounding moan it drew out of him.

You wanted this for your life. You wanted him every day. You wanted to wake up each morning in his arms, him whispering sweet nothings as he buried himself inside you.

You wanted him so much you would be a fool not to accept his proposal.

"Yes," you breathed out. "I'll marry you."

He grunted against your lips. "Say that again."

His thrusts were now fast and ruthless, his groans filling the room while the sound of skin slapping together echoed with it. Every time you could feel him deep inside you, it brought you closer to that familiar coil in your stomach. It was a heady sensation, an intoxicating blend of desire that quickened your pulse and set your senses ablaze.

"I—shit," you cried out, legs shaking at the pleasure traveling along your body you were starting to wail desperately for your release. "Fuck, baby, I'll marry you."

A sound of satisfaction erupted from him as he kissed you with every ounce of power he had. He kissed you as he had never kissed anyone before. He kissed you deeply, possessively even, and it was messy and rough and probably looked horrific from different angles, but it felt perfect.

You felt perfect. Your lips. Your curves. Your scent. It was as if you were made especially for him. He was fully consumed with you, consumed by you, and yet he couldn't get enough. Though you were beneath him, he was at your mercy, and the fact that you could still have such control over him made his stomach twist even more.

He was so in love with you. He was so sure of it, so sure of this abundance of passion, for Spencer Reid could sometimes be dense when it came to sudden bursts of emotions, but he was not stupid. He wasn't oblivious, nor was he lacking in perception. It wasn't about intelligence or lack thereof, it was simply about the purity of his emotion. 

And he was deeply, unequivocally in love.

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i think of you in every quiet moment

summary: i think the title sums it up pretty well. when he’s not distracted, spencer is thinking of the reader who he was, or still is, in love with but is no longer with. on the jet home after a case, he realises how all of his silences are consumed by memories of her.

pairing: spencer reid x female reader/female oc (there’s no y/n in there but reference to a female character)

words: 1,469

a/n : i saw this post on my feed and it gave me an idea so here we go. i know it’s fairly short but it’s my first time writing something for a long time so please cut me a little bit of slack. but i hope you enjoy it!

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the worn page of the book began to feel heavy in his hand. spencer was supposed to turn it a while ago but his mind had gone elsewhere. normally he was capable of reading 20,000 words a minute yet he’d spent the last few minutes reading the last seven words over and over again, unable to move past them. much like he was unable to move past the last conversation he shared with her. his once useful eidetic memory had become his hamartia, leaving the image of her face as tears carved valleys into her cheeks etched permanently into his mind. she’d pleaded with him to not leave as he stood in the doorway. she knew as well as he did that if he closed the door of her apartment, it would also close the door on their relationship. neither of them wanted it but spencer knew it was the only way to keep her safe. as long as they were together, she was constantly at risk. to an unsub, she was nothing more than a pawn to use against spencer and that was a game of chess that he wasn’t willing to play.

a lump formed in his throat at the memory and he dropped the page he was holding. the words on the faded paper were the last thing on his mind now. the only noise in the jet were the soft sounds of his coworkers snoring as they got some much needed rest. spencer was confronted with a memory of her sleeping against him as he read on her couch. in spencer’s opinion, falling asleep around someone was a true show of trust. while you were asleep, you were completely vulnerable to the people around you. it was the first time she’d done it and that was the moment spencer realised how comfortable around him she was. for the first time in a long time, he willingly squeezed his eyes shut. for a moment, he thought he could feel her head on his shoulder, the slight movements of her body as her breathing caused her chest to rise and fall. spencer knew his mind was simply tricking him but he could have sworn that just for a second, he could smell the sweet coconut notes of her shampoo. but when his eyes opened again, she wasn’t there. and she never would be again.

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back in his apartment, spencer was forcing himself to make some food. it had been a long day and he couldn’t really remember the last time he’d eaten. regardless, he was hungry and he knew he should eat before he settled down to a restless night. his apartment was quiet now with nobody else to share it with. admittedly, he hated coming back to an empty apartment. after a long or tough case, it had quickly become his favourite thing to come home and find her waiting there for him. she always did everything that she could to make him comfortable, to distract him from the violence and brutality that he witnessed in his job. his bed would be made with his pyjamas laid out for him, the smell of food would be wafting from the kitchen along with her soft voice as she hummed along to whatever record she’d chosen to play. she was like a siren, as soon as he heard her voice he was lost under he spell. spencer would meet her in the kitchen, stepping up behind her and wordlessly wrapping his arms around her waist. sometimes all it took for him to feel better was to hold her, no words needed. his head would find it’s home in the crook of her neck, letting her overwhelm his senses. what he would do to hold her once more. she’d turn around and give him a smile that would make angels cry. she was observant and when she noticed a tiredness in his eyes, not once would she ask him about his day. the last thing she wanted to do was to force him to relive it so instead, she would begin rambling about her own day. if he wanted to talk, he could but she would never force him to and he was always happy to listen to her talk for hours without interjecting. spencer was cruelly torn from the fond memory to the smell of burning. he’d been so distracted that he’d neglected the pan on the stove in front of him and this was its revenge against him.

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there was a box of records in the corner of spencer’s living room. they’d been ignored for a while now, the last time they were touched was by her. he could see her sat cross-legged on the floor, the tip of her tongue poking out between her teeth as her fingers gently caressed each record while she decided which one to play. she made it seem like the hardest decision in the world and spencer always found it particularly amusing, yet the stretched out deliberation seemed to work since she always chose the right one. spencer moved as if he was on autopilot, his body directing him before his mind had chance to intervene. before he knew it, he was sat on the spot where she should be and brushing the layer of dust from the box. it didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for. her favourite record, the one that she went back to time and time again. the cover was worn from being handled so often and it was near the front so she could easily find it. he slid the black plastic from its sleeve with an almost surgical precision, carefully placing it onto his record player and manoeuvring the needle to its rightful place. the song started immediately and spencer could feel her taking his hand, her small fingers eclipsed by his as she pulled him to the centre of the room. she placed his hands on her waist, draping hers over his shoulders as she swayed from side to side. once he gained more confidence, spencer took the lead and began to guide her. much to her appreciation, he spun her around before pulling her back into him even closer than before and a giggle would fall from her lips. it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, one that he hoped to never forget. moments like that were such a contrast to his fast paced, high intensity life. she always gave him a reprieve. by the time the song finished, his eyes were stinging as tears threatened to spill from them. if he was a weaker man, he would’ve called her then and begged her to forgive him. to take him back. but he knew he had to be strong for her.

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finally, spencer was in his bed. the clock on his bedside table told him it was almost 3am and he knew he wouldn’t be asleep yet for a while. it felt colder than usual, emptier even. he’d gotten so used to the weight of her body on the mattress beside him and now he was alone in a bed so clearly made for two. it was cruel that his mind had began to betray him like this every time he experienced even a second of silence. tonight was the kind of night where he would struggle to fall asleep and if he did manage to drift off, he’d be woken up soon after from a nightmare invading his peace. she would always be there for him. comforting him as soon as his eyes opened, as if she knew exactly when he would wake up. no matter how tired she was or how early she had to be up the next morning, she would stay awake with him until she knew he was asleep once more. spencer thought she must have been sick of it but it never seemed to bother her, she seemed happy to do it. she once told him that she was willing to share the weight of his pain because nobody should have to carry that on their own. she promised him that she didn't mind, that if it meant it brought him some relief then that was all that mattered to her. how had spencer let someone like that go? someone who wasn’t afraid of his darkness but embraced it and was willing to let some of that darkness seep into their light. someone who was patient and gentle, even when his temper wore thin and he would become irritable. he sighed to himself as he stared at the ceiling. by now, he had realised that as long as the two of them were apart this would never end. he would think of her in every quiet moment.

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Coffee Shop - Chapter 4

a/n: So this is suuuuper short, but it kind of made sense to me to end here for today. Also: thanks for anyone who is reading this, it really is very self-indulgent and kind of slow burn, but I hope you still enjoy! This fic is not really planned ahead a whole lot, I just enjoy writing and see where it takes me. Tell me what you think! &lt;3

Summary: Spencer wants to keep Marie for himself just a little while longer.

She could barely think of anything else for the remainder of the day. She did have to go to work for a couple of hours and her students could definitely tell that she wasn’t a hundred per cent with them. When she got home in the afternoon Gia wasn’t there which Marie was relieved about. She didn’t feel like telling her about Spencer yet, she didn’t know why. She was her best friend, but something held her back. Maybe she wanted to see what this even was, why he had shown an interest in her and maybe she didn’t want Gia to talk it down, she was good at that.

The buzz of her phone got her out of her head. *Looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow, go put that brain of yours to work and start studying!*. She smiled down at her phone. She hadn’t expected him to reach out again, so it was a nice surprise. *Looking forward to it too! And yes Dr Reid, I will study now :p*, she texted back teasing him a little. *Just looking out for you!* *Well and you put your phone away and catch America’s finest.* *Noone to catch today other than up with paperwork.* Marie smirked at that bad joke. *Du bist nicht so lustig wie du denkst.* (You’re not as funny as you think you are). She decided to text back in german, just for to tease him a little. 

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In the bullpen, JJ and Emily had been curiously eyeing Spencer for a few minutes and now watched him smile down at his phone. “He’s definitely texting the girl, right?” Emily asked the blonde who was leaning on her desk. “Yep, I’ve never really seen him like that.” “Let’s just hope she won’t break his little heart.” “They met once on Monday, I don’t think there’s much to break yet.” JJ said as Spencer full-on grinned down at his phone now.

“He hates texting, why is Boy Genius grinning down at his phone like that?” The two women jumped at the sound of Garcia beside them. “We think he’s texting the girl he met on Monday.” Emily explained. “What girl? Spencer Reid, what are you not telling me!”, she hurried over before Emily or JJ could hold her back. Spencer looked up confused now. “Uhm what?” Reid quickly turned over his phone and furrowed his brows at the women.

“What girl are you texting?” “What? I … I’m not .. why do you think I’m texting a girl?” he asked defensively. “That was defensive, wasn’t it? Answering a question with another?  I’ve learned that much from the bunch of you! Show me your phone.” “What? No!”, he went to grab his phone but Garcia was faster. “Now what would be Spencer Reid’s passcode? hmm.. got it.” “Marie.. interesting.” Spencer reached to try and get his phone back from her but failed as she ran back to Emily and JJ. “Garcia give that to me, has no one on this team ever heard of privacy?”, he got worked up now.

“Hey what is this gibberish, I don’t understand a single thing,” Garcia exclaimed disappointedly as Spencer snatched his phone back. “Seriously. Just stop it okay? I don’t go around all of your private lives telling everyone about it.”, he huffed, seriously pissed off now. “Spencer," Emily tried but he stopped her and rushed off. “No you all really need to mind your own business why are you even surprised that I don’t tell you anything?”, he huffed frustratedly and headed out the bullpen, passing Morgan who looked after him confused and then at the three women.

“What’s up with the kid and why do you all look like you did something?”, he questioned. “I didn’t mean to… why didn’t you stop me?”, Garcia spoke sadly looking at Emily and JJ. “I honestly didn’t think he’d react this way.”, JJ argued. “Baby girl, what did you do?” “I uhm asked about this girl and stole his phone and wanted to read their messages:” Morgan sighed, running his hand down his face. “Come on now, I know we like to tease the kid, me especially but you know how he is.” “I couldn’t understand anything anyway it was like another language or something.” “German.”, Emily said. “What?” “It was in German, he told us that.” “Right.”, Morgan nodded. “So he was texting her huh?”, he smirked now. “And grinning like a lovesick puppy,” Emily added , chuckling. “Well let’s just hope he’ll tell us when he’s ready.”

Spencer stayed away from the others for the rest of the day, he worked through his files and stayed late catching up on some more. At least he still had the other morning to look forward to. It was refreshing to talk to someone who had nothing to do with this place, he enjoyed hearing about how excited she was about her subjects and teaching in general and he liked how different she was. She looked at life a little lighter and didn’t take herself too seriously, she was clumsy and nervous around him, which he thought was cute, normally that was him. He didn’t know why he reacted that harshly towards Garcia earlier, it just bothered him, he wanted to keep her away from this place, of course, they were his friends but he somehow felt like they were teasing him a little too much lately. He wasn’t just a kid anymore and she wasn’t just a girl. He knew he had only met her twice but it was different. He really didn't want to mess this up and he felt like his friends could get in his head sometimes.

Chapter 5

[kissesfromprentiss]

Criminal Minds Characters as Villains

Casting Spencer Reid as - Icarus

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Coming Home

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Summary: While Spencer recovers at OC’s old home, she is forced to tell what happened to her there.

Warnings: Anxiety, Trauma, Injury, hit and run, stalking, swearing, angst, panic, suicide (past)

pairing: Spencer Reid X OC

Words: 2K

A/N: this ones suuuuper dark people, i’m not gonna lie. Its longer than usual because I am hoping to finish this series with the next chapter! If criminal minds style plots trigger you I wouldn’t recommend this chapter is pretty dark.

*I do not own any CM characters 

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Part 9

Spencer~

For the days that we stayed in her house, I never once saw a sign in her parents, or even her sister for that matter, that would tell me about what happened to her here. Not that I was looking so hard. It’s difficult sometimes, to keep myself from looking at all the little moves people make. It's difficult to not immediately think the worst of everyone around me after all of the horrible parts of humanity that I’ve seen. I had been in situations similar to hers before. I knew the pain of thinking that your trauma is something for only you to handle. The terrifying feeling that maybe it won't go away, thinking constantly that I’m just a burden. I wouldn't wish that feeling on anyone, especially not anyone I love as much as her. 

I looked up from my seat at the counter to where Sophie and her sister were talking in hushed voices. Every once in a while I would see the both of them look at the pictures adorning the walls of the house. At some of them they would give a faint smile, while at others a small grimace. I heard little bits of their conversations sometimes, slowly putting together what I missed.

“We promised not to talk about-” 

“Well we also said we wouldn't-”

“Have you seen-”

“No, I assumed they were-”

It was that moment, that I'm sure of. The moment none of them would speak of. Something that not only made the three siblings closer than ever, but also more afraid of losing one another than they ever had been. Something big enough to scare two of three of them out of the state the same year, to never come back. Something so terrifying to all of them that they would never even talk about it.

Sophie~

Spencer sat at my kitchen counter slowly eating the soup I had made for him the previous night. Lu and I were in the doorway to the living room talking as quietly as we could.

“If you would just tell him we wouldn’t have to-” 

“No, not yet, I don’t want to have to bring him into this!”

We were talking about that night. The night that the three of us would keep guarded forever. Less than two months after that night I left for college and never came back. That is, until now. I knew I had to tell Spencer. I was waiting until we could go home. When I wasn't here anymore, then maybe, but it seemed that we wouldn't be leaving for at least another week. I didn't want to keep dodging his questions. But the fact of the matter is, not only does this change everything for him, but for me as well. And I am notoriously bad with change. After keeping this to myself for all these years, the prospect of telling someone else terrified me. Even if that person was Spencer.

“Sophie, I love you, you know that. We both know what happened wasn't our fault. But not telling him doesn't make it go away. You have to do it. Staying here without him knowing just puts him and you more at risk than ever.”

Spencer~

Now that, I heard. Loud and clear even though my brain was hazy from pain and sleep. What risk? If something happened to her I don’t know what I would do. Another loss in my life would be too much. I only had her left to lose. She's all I have left. 

“Sophie if you're in trouble you know I would help you, right?” I attempted to stay quiet but the thought of her trying to do this on her own was one step I wasn’t willing to take.

She quickly turned around after hearing my voice and rubbed a hand over her forehead.

“If somethings wrong you need to tell me. I can help.” she put her hand down and walked toward me. 

“I know, Spence, I know” she sat down on the stool next to me and took my hand.

“How about we take a walk?” Her eyes pleaded with me not to say anything more for the moment, and I complied. She helped me up from the seat and kept her hand on my back as she walked me out of the house.

“There's a place, out back, I used to go there when I was upset, it's quiet so we can talk”

Her voice rang with sadness and defeat but her eyes stayed looking toward the ground and she walked with me on a small gravel path leading behind the house.

Sophie~

This is not how it was supposed to happen. I was going to take him back home, I was going to put on the tea kettle and make us both peppermint tea. I was going to sit beside him on the couch in our living room and tell him about that night. But here I am, walking with him back to the place I used to come to cry when I was young. Preparing to tell him something that would change everything. 

“Right here, Spence. Sit.” I sat him on a log bench overlooking the ocean behind my house. I stood before him for a second, contemplating how to tell him before sitting beside him on the bench.

“It started when I was sixteen”

I laughed and opened up my car door, throwing my backpack in the backseat before moving to the front. On the front seat was a little envelope, presumably slipped through the little crack at the top of my window. It was addressed to me in dark bold lettering, but handwriting that I didn’t recognize. I sent a picture to my best friend at the time, Ben. He responded almost immediately:

B: wasn’t me, I promise! Where'd you find that?

S: my car, it was just sitting on the driver's seat, should I open it?

B: ummmm, Yeah!! But send me a picture of what it says!

I carefully opened the envelope, trying my best to not rip- 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Spencer stopped me in my tracks and put his hand out in front of him like he was stopping a car in the road.

“Ben? Isn't he-”

“The one that killed himself the first year we were dating” I stopped him in his tracks and gulped after I said it. It was never an easy thing to talk about, even so long after. But he comes in later, and I have too much of the story left to start crying now, so I continued.

I opened it to find a badly folded bit of construction paper with a note saying “I always love it when you wear braids” behind the paper was about six or seven pictures of me. All of them were in color and taken from afar, usually at my back, with the braids that I wore so often circled on each photo in red sharpie. I took a few photos to send to Ben but didn't wait for a response before securing the envelope in my glove compartment and locking my doors. I right away texted my sister the photos as well and drove off as fast as I could from the school parking lot.

“So you were being stalked?”

“In short, yes. It got worse and much more frequent. After that I stopped wearing my braids as often. I figured, if that's what he wants I'm sure as hell not giving it to him. But the pictures kept coming, until one day a few months after the first envelope my mom found one on my doorstep.”

“Oh, Sophie, I forgot to tell you, I put a letter for you on your desk, I found it on the porch.” my heart stopped when she told me. He had never left them at my home before. He had left them in my car, in my locker, in my school bag even, but never once at my home. I never told my mom, only my siblings and Ben. I faked a smile to her after I could calm my breathing enough to speak.

“Thanks, Mom, I'll look at it a bit. It's probably just an invitation or something” I couldn't bring her into this, especially not now that he knew where I lived. 

I took photos of the new envelope. The same handwriting adorned the note and my name written on the outside. Again the note was written with a red sharpie on badly folded construction paper. Again six or seven photos with markings all over the pictures in the same red sharpie as on the note. This time, the pictures were closer. Some still far away, but those taken from afar were through windows. Some even into my bedroom.

“And you didn't go to the police?” Spencer's voice yet again interrupted me from the memories that were so prevalent in my mind.

“No. The new note said I couldn't. I was a young woman, in Maine, Spence. No one would have taken me seriously even if I had. Besides, in that same note he wrote the address of all of my friends and family. He promised to kill them If I told anyone.” Spencer said nothing but his eyes and shoulders sank. He put a hand on my leg and rubbed as he saw me shake. Even all these years later the very thought of it scared me so bad that I could barely breathe.

It continued like that for two years. Once a month at least I would get an envelope. I never saw him. After I graduated there were a few months where I didn’t get a note. I thought it was over. My brother and my sister came back to Maine for the summer. I was accepted into an accelerated MD program at Tufts and was leaving in a few months. Then, three months before I was supposed to leave, the notes came back. 

“Lu, I don't know what to do!” I sat on the couch in our living room and cried to her while my brother stood by the wall reading the note. After he was done reading, he grabbed my hand and looked me dead in the eyes.

“We’re going to the school” He helped me and Lu up from the couch and we all got in his car.

“Dominic, we can’t! You saw the last one! He knows where we live!” 

“He said we couldn't go to the police, he never said anything about the school” 

And so, we went. He parked in the back and locked the car with the windows rolled up even with the summer heat. He walked in front of me and Lu behind me. And then we went in. 

“So you told the school?”

“We tried. It was already dark by the time we had gotten there. There was no one in the building, so we left.”

Defeated, Dominic promised me that we would go as soon as we could the next day and he and Lu walked out of the building towards the car. I swear before it happened I felt something was wrong. There was nothing that could have told me that, I know. But as I stepped off of that curb in front of the building, chills went up my spine. I looked up to see the face of a boy in my class. I didn't even know his name but I recognized him. He was driving a car. A red Ford truck. As I smiled up to him I didn't even notice his engine revving. He hit me full force and drove off without a second of hesitation. 

I was sobbing now, remembering the pain that I felt before I went unconscious. I was barely conscious for a minute before I passed out. But still that was the worst pain I had felt in my life. Spencer rubbed my back and coached me through breathing as best he could. His face was a mixture of panic and sadness but he said nothing as he helped me breathe.

“I should have died that night, maybe then he would have left us all alone”