notanotherreidgirl

[notanotherreidgirl]

Hey guys, I know I haven't been active on here for quite a while. I've had a rollercoaster of a semester and I'm in a new relationship that's been kind of a lot to deal with. I guess I'm now realizing that he doesn't really care about me as much as I do about him. And that's a pretty hard pill to swallow - that you actually don't matter very much to someone. I'm not exactly sure why I'm posting this. My heart just hurts so much and I don't know what to do.

#personal

[notanotherreidgirl]

I love this song!! And at the end when he's like "that's it"

AKSJDNFSADNF;NJDAKN

#thank u thank u #lauren ❣

[notanotherreidgirl]

I need help finding a Spencer Reid fic/blurb! Him and reader are sharing a room with other members of the team and he can’t sleep, so she helps him out not thinking anyone would hear. I can’t find it anywhere!

Huh, I don't think I've read this one! Does anyone know it!

#fic finding #i wanna read this!!

[notanotherreidgirl]

GUESS WHO KISSED A BOY LAST NIGHT!!?!!?

#personal #not cm

[notanotherreidgirl]

are you dead😕😕

Just a little bit :)

No, I'm kidding. Actually, I'm doing really well. I know I haven't been around recently and that's because I am an RA (resident assistant) in a really busy freshman dorm (nearly 2k people live in this building!!) and I've been in training the last 2 weeks and now we're moving people in every day so I haven't had time to write.

Also, very exciting news!! I met a very cute boy and I gave him my number today (i was so nervous) and all my coworkers and literally everyone who has seen us together thinks that we'd be great together. And he texted me back right away so it's been great and I'm freaking out!!

Hopefully, once classes resume and my schedule is a little more consistent I'll be able to build in some writing time and I'll be back

<3 Lanie

#thanks for asking :) #personal #not cm

[notanotherreidgirl]

reid: i’m making an official documentary on my life. hotch, i think you should play my father.

hotch: i don’t want to play your father.

reid: perfect u already know ur lines

#community!! #not queue again

[notanotherreidgirl]

who’s the hottest cm character and why is it elle greenaway

#yes #this is what i've been saying all along #elle greenaway supremacy #i am nothing if not a simp for elle greenaway

[notanotherreidgirl]

she never stopped serving!!!

#i love her your honor #elle looking hot as always #not queue again

[notanotherreidgirl]

the song of achilles - madeline miller

#i love this #it's beautiful #god that book destroyed me #like i wake up in the middle of the night thinking abt that book #moreid #tsoa #not queue again

[notanotherreidgirl]

SPENCER REID in Hope (7x08)

#look at him #look at his face #what a pretty boy #not queue again

[notanotherreidgirl]

DAMN that last one was so good! I wanna play with his balls so much, I know he’d be incomprensible and cross eyed 💕💕💕💕

Ahhh! Thank you! I was actually inspired to include that by a previous ask. But I definitely feel like balls are neglected in fics which is a shame because you're completely right - Spencer's mind would implode if someone played with his balls

#unsuitable for work #thank u <3

[notanotherreidgirl]

Hey lol is this ur main or is it a sideblog

It's a sideblog! My main is @bacchanalianbabe but I don't really use it that much :)

#lauren ❣ #i am once again asking tumblr to let us switch our main blog

[notanotherreidgirl]

Howdy there! Thanks for recommending my blog! I've gone ahead and listed some things I've written with Spencer coming in his pants as well as a few fic recs.

Me first:

Patience is a Virtue

Mommy's Here

Why Don't You

Let’s Get Physical

Reader seduces Spencer when they share a room

Spencer comes from being tickled

Spencer knows how much coming in his pants turns you on

Spencer gets impatient while you show off your new lingerie

Check these out:

Spinning in Pleasure by @ray-lia

This blurb from @donald4spiderman

Hope this helps!

hi I'm here for fic recs involving Spencer coming in his pants please and thank you

as for recs, try @homoose's slow lover quick learner miniseries (literally start with this. moose is THE blueprint) and then i bet you @spenciebabie has a blurb or two for you in this department. i havent read through the offerings of these blogs fully yet but @notanotherreidgirl and @donald4spiderman might also be good places to check, they seem like they might have this

i have a few (baby steps and then a few blurbs  on the subspencer masterlist that i dont have the attention to search) but i assume that’s not what you’re asking lmao

#fic recs #lanie's library #sub!spence coming in his pants is something that can be so personal #unsuitable for work

[notanotherreidgirl]

This is adorable!! Cat dad Spencer!!

The Tell-Tail Heart

Pairing - Spencer Reid x gn!bau!reader

Summary - In which Spencer Reid’s cat snitches on him.

Category - fluff

CW - none?

WC - 1.3k

A/N - Poe recommended by @boldlyvoid , blame @reidsacademia for the cat fics <3

“What do you mean you have a cat?!” Penelope shrieked, chasing after Spencer as he sat down at his desk with his coffee. “How have I not met it?”

“I’ve only had him for a few months and I wanted to make sure he bonded with me and was comfortable in my apartment before introducing him to a bunch of rowdy adults,” Spencer said, opening up a file that Penelope immediately smacked closed.

“So we can meet him now?” she asked, clapping her hands together as she pulled out her phone without waiting for a response. “Okay, we’ll be at your place at seven tonight, we being the team, and your cat had better love me. What does he look like? I need to know so I can shop adequately.”

Spencer pulled out his phone and clicked it on, passing it to Penelope so she could see the lockscreen. It was a picture of a little black cat sitting on his couch, licking his paw with as much dignity as he could muster. There were instant gasps and squeals from Penelope as she caressed the picture with her finger, smiling at the cat.

“Don’t get your hopes up though,” Spencer warned as she walked away. “He’s really wary about new people. It’ll take him a while to warm up to you.”

...

By the end of the day, everyone had heard about Spencer’s cat and bets had been placed about who would gain his affection first. Almost everyone had agreed that Emily would win the title, what with her certified cat person title and her calm demeanor around animals, but Penelope placed her money on herself and Rossi had placed his on you.

It was like Poe could sense that something new was happening, although Spencer knew that it was more likely that he could sense the stress emanating from Spencer. He curled up on his chest, purring away as they waited for someone to arrive at the door. They didn’t need to wait long before there was a sharp knock, and Spencer carefully placed Poe at the top of his cat tree before opening the door to reveal Morgan, JJ, and Emily. Penelope showed up not long after, Hotch next, and then Rossi. As he passed around waters and sodas, he drew everyone’s attention away from the cat still perched in the safety of his cat tree.

“You’ll scare him if you try to approach him, so let him come to you,” Spencer said, making sure everyone agreed before continuing. “He’s four and his name is Poe. My therapist recommended I get a cat so I did some research and now here we are. I’ve been informed that his birthday is October 30th and that he’s allergic to salmon. He ignores my fish for the most part.”

Emily moved from her seat on the couch to sit on the ground, holding her hand out to Poe and making clicking noises with her tongue, but Poe ignored her and stayed up high. Spencer left them to watch Poe when there was another knock, opening the door to see you smiling at him.

“Sorry I’m late, I wanted to bring Poe some more catnip,” you said, passing Spencer the container.

He took it with a smile, putting it in the cabinet dedicated to Poe and leading you to the living room. To everyone’s surprise, Poe jumped down from his perch and walked over to you, sniffing your hands before rubbing up against you to demand petting. Rossi smirked as everyone passed him money with a groan, but you didn’t notice, all of your attention placed on the animal in front of you. Poe stepped onto your lap, looking up at you before rolling onto his back and reaching up for you, grabbing your wrist as you pet his stomach.

“Hey kid, I thought you said he didn’t like new people,” Morgan said, his eyebrows raised impossibly high.

Spencer’s eyes widened and he glanced at you before quickly looking away. “Uhhh, y- yeah I don’t know. That’s… weird?” Poe took the moment to pull your hand closer and lick you, a smile breaking out across your face as you looked up with glee. “Yeah, maybe he’s sick? I don’t know why he’s doing this, that’s weird.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes at Spencer, and Morgan looked at him with a face of astonishment. Penelope was too betrayed to say anything, pouting as she looked at you and Poe.

“You know, he said Poe didn’t like new people,” Emily said with a smirk.

JJ raised her eyebrows as it dawned on her. “Wow, Spence, why would you only introduce Poe to one of us?” she asked, her face a picture of innocence, but the mischievous glint in her eyes showed that she knew exactly what his reasoning was.

“Hey Poe,” Morgan said, his voice high pitched and soft. “Why don’t you keep purring if Spencer’s been having dates at his apartment?”

Poe continued purring in utter contentment as you scratched behind his ears. His little motor would not stop running, even as you lifted your hand up to straighten your shirt before petting him again.

“He doesn’t understand most English,” Spencer informed Morgan. “So he doesn’t know what you’re saying. The only words he knows are his name, food, catnip, my name, and-” Spencer cut himself off abruptly, his face reddening as he managed to catch himself just in time. “I’ve been trying to teach him some words in Latin as well, but I figure we should start off slow since he doesn’t even know much English.”

Hotch scooched closer to you, reaching a hand out to pet Poe’s head, and Poe stayed where he was, content so long as he was still in your lap. “What was it you were going to say, Reid?” he asked with a straight face, looking down at the cat.

“I- I don’t know what- When do you mean?” Spencer managed.

“I think he’s talking about the words Poe knows,” Emily said, and Spencer gulped in response.

He scratched the back of his neck and looked at you, trying to decide whether or not to say it. You looked up as if you could sense him struggling and gave him a soft smile and a nod. When Spencer remained silent, you gave him a questioning look and he nodded at you.

“He knows my name too,” you said, kissing his little head before going back to petting him. “Don’t you, Poe?” Poe opened his mouth and let out a silent meow of affirmation, tilting his head up to lick Hotch’s hand before giving him a small bite. Hotch’s shoulders tensed and he looked at Spencer in a panic, already beginning to remove his hand, but you stopped him from pulling away. “He bites to show love, it’s fine.”

“You like me, Poe?” Hotch asked, ignoring the way Penelope was slowly walking over with her hand out. “Why don’t you keep purring if I’m going to have to give two of my agents fraternization forms?”

Everyone burst out into laughter and Poe, blaming Penelope’s hand, hissed at her and ran back to his cat tree. Penelope, however, was too busy being amused by the deep flush spreading across Spencer’s face to be upset that her introduction to Poe was off to a rocky start. You glanced over at Spencer with a smirk and approached Poe, pressing your face close to his and confirming that he was indeed still purring.

Taglist (Click here to join my taglist!):

@tvandfanfic @shay-the-turtle @wifeyprentiss @drayshadow @kuolonsyoja @mrsobrien888 @bakugouswh0r3 @parahmur @heartmira @behindyourbarrette @notanotherreidgirl @spencersrose @everyonesfavoritepipecleaner @thedancingnerdmermaid @sunnysaysbookreviews @woodstock-14 @beautifulfound @kya-li @sadsonglistener @v-is-obsessive @spencerreid9 @beepbooptoop @averyhotchner @answer-the-sirens @ssacalumsg0lden @istillthinkaboutyouatnight @randomwriter1021 @samaraaaaa @samuel-de-champagne-problems @jswessie187 @probablycryingg @theatrechic26 @gspenc @doctorspenceryeet @simonsnowsblog @raybutcool @happymangospot @the-chaotic-cow @peayoursoftie @ceridwen-02 @ssavanessa22 @manuosorioh @lumosemily @hagridsmomma @reidsbookclub @shemarmooresfedora @anneeegil @strawberryspence @cxntfeelmyfxce @iilwsr

Masterlist

#i loved how hotch got into it #i can just imagine him tentatively petting a cat #and like chuckling a little bit!!!! #poe is such a perfect cat name #so cute #you are truly amazing at writing fluff #lanie's library

[notanotherreidgirl]

Once again you have produced a masterpiece! I don't know how you do it - this is wonderful!!

hii can i request a fluffy pining blurb where the reader realizes that spence is touch starved so she is always affectionate with him and he wonders why?

sorry this took so long to get to! i’m so excited for this request because everyone LOVES touchstarved!spencer.

TW: so cute, kissing, & a little bit of spencer being sad n insecure

-

When Spencer says he doesn’t want to shake hands, hi-five, or hug, people usually take that to mean he doesn’t like any physical affection at all.

And for a few months, you were under the same impression— you must keep your distance with Spencer Reid. No sleeping on his shoulder on the jet, no ruffling his hair playfully, and no slinging your arm around his torso.

But then, you did your job. You observed his behavior, essentially profiling him. It doesn’t take a genius with an IQ of 187 to see that Spencer wanted, nay, needed physical touch. The sad face when everyone else would receive a hug but him during parties was enough to kill your And you hated the hesitancy of others to invite him anywhere just because there’s a possibility of physical touch, which means spreading germs, which means absolutely no Spencer.

So you start asking: asking if he could use a hug, or if he wants to lie with you on the jet’s couch, or if he wants you to play with his hair. And then, he opens up. He starts asking himself (in his usual timid and polite way) if you would like a hug or a snuggle.

It becomes your thing with him— physical affection. For a moment, everyone on the team is bewildered at Spencer Reid holding hands as you fall asleep on the jet, along with the greater implication that sort of action has, especially when done with him. But they leave it be, for now, so that you two figure it out on your own.

Spencer absolutely adores your company. He feels so loved and protected when you’re with him as if nothing horrible could ever happen; no tornado or earthquake or tragedy could ever disrupt this perfect moment. He doesn’t know when the sudden physical affection from you began or why he’s grown so dependent on it, but it doesn’t matter. Spencer’s the happiest he’s been in years.

Paperwork drains the life out of you almost as much as actual cases due. Reflecting on all the gruesome details of a fresh crime wrenches your heart. Spencer finishes his paperwork hours before you and spends the rest of his time playing with various Rubix cubes hidden in his desk. He could’ve left hours ago, but he’s waiting for you to finish so you two can head to your apartment for a viewing of Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

You bid the team goodbye, ignoring the devious little smirks on their faces and the fact that they’re going to gossip about you and Spencer the second you leave the bullpen.

“Are you excited to watch the most inaccurate depiction of a special agent mission you’ve ever seen in your life?” You ask playfully as you sink down onto your sofa. “I hear Angelina wears lingerie as she shoots an M-15 from the 30th story of a building.”

Spencer scoffs, “Sounds accurate and most importantly appealing.”

“That’s the spirit.” You smile as he joins you, sitting flush against you on the couch, his thigh touching yours.

You welcome his touch, allowing him to lean into you. You knew he’d eventually settle his head onto your lap so you could play with his hair, so you placed a pillow over your thighs, anticipating it.

You press play, and the opening credits of the movie begin. Spencer hums as you wrap your arm behind his head, allowing you to twist and tug at his hair.

“You comfortable?” You ask him.

He nods, a content smile on his face. “Yes— of course. I’m always comfortable when I’m with you.”

You can’t stop the large grin that creeps onto your face. “Good. I’m glad.”

He goes to say something, but you sense the hesitancy on his face. “I— never mind.” Spencer shuts his mouth, turning his head to face your TV.

“Ugh, none of this never mind crap. Tell me.”

He dismisses your concern with a wave of his hand. “I-It’s not important, plus the movie’s starting.”

You roll your eyes, “It’s not 1965, grandpa. I can pause it.” You press the button on the remote, stopping the movie. “Now, what’s up.”

“It’s just— I d-don’t— It’s dumb.”

“Nothing you could ever say is dumb, Spencer. I promise.” Your features soften.

He sighs, “I just don’t know how to word this without it sounding like I’m complaining— I’m not complaining.”

“Go on...”

“W-why are you so nice to me? L-like why do you touch me and, you know... p-play with my hair and stuff.” The embarrassed blush on his cheeks is evident. The poor boy is so nervous.

“Spencer,” You pull him tighter against you. “I’m so affectionate with you because you’re the best man I know. The hugs, the snuggling, everything— you deserve it. You deserve to be taken care of.”

“T-thank you, (Y/N).” Spencer looks so relieved, so grateful.

“It’s nothing.” You place a kiss on top of his forehead, relishing in the way his breath hitches.

You’d never admit it out loud, but over the months of being attached at the hip, your feelings for Spencer have blossomed. He went from a shy profiler to an adorable genius, and you could hardly suppress your feelings around him.

But, you’re not worried. You’re a profiler; you can read behavior and body language like a children’s book. And you can tell that Spencer’s desire for your touch isn’t purely platonic either.

But that’s a conversation for another time. There’s no rush. For now, you’re content with snuggling your best friend and watching a movie.

For now.

#touchedstarved!spencer hits me right in the heart #he deserves all the hugs #ugh i love it #lanie's library

[notanotherreidgirl]

they do their lil dancey dance 🕺🏻💃🏼

#truly the best canon couple in cm #their dance 😍 #matt matt matt #matt and kristy are perfect for each other #not queue again

[notanotherreidgirl]

I love this so much! It captures me perfectly!! Thank you so much ❤❤

Congratulations on 1k! For prompt blurb list, Reid and Reader with #29:’Bite Me...If you insist’

Thx!

Thank you so much!! Ok, this one really resonated with me because I actually bite people all the time. Like, biting people is my love language.

wc: 400

Warnings: biting, some suggestive themes

“Did you know that sometimes we want to bite people we love because we are so overwhelmed by our feelings for them?” You looked up at Spencer shyly from your spot in his lap. He made a low hum in the back of his throat that translated to a deep rumbling in his chest that filled you with warmth.

“I did,” he pulled you in closer, running a thumb along your arm. “It’s a dimorphous expression called cute aggression. Seeing certain physical traits that we find cute such as round faces, high foreheads, and big eyes trigger the release of dopamine that can cause such an intense feeling of happiness that we feel the need to act out violently. It’s an evolutionarily adaptive measure so caregivers can regulate emotions and better care for their young. Like a form of stress relief”

“Oh,” you clenched your jaw slightly, eyes flitting to the episode of Star Trek Enterprise playing on the TV and then back at Spencer. He looked amused. “And um - what would you say if I happened to be feeling a little stressed right now?”

“I would say that we should fix that,” his voice was barely above a whisper, thicker than usual.

“Really?” You lifted your head from his chest and rested your chin on his shoulder.

He chuckled. “So you think I’m cute?”

You buried yourself back in his pajama shirt, pulling the blankets up to conceal the warmth in your cheeks but Spencer wasn’t having it. He coaxed you back out with a kiss to your forehead. “Hey, come back. Of course you can bite me”

You peeked your head out from under the blanket, still feeling self-conscious about your request. Spencer brushed your hair behind your ear, cradling your face with his hands. “I’m serious. Bite me … if you insist”

You grinned, feeling your apprehension subside. “I do”

Carefully, you captured a portion of his upper arm between your teeth and bit down gently before pulling away and erupting in a fit of giggles. You bounced around on his lap for a moment before you felt it. That unmistakable hardness against your thigh. This time he was the one trying to conceal his blush. Your mouth fell open in surprise and you ran your tongue along your teeth. “You like that? Want me to do it again?”

The dynamic between you flipped and he nodded. “Yes, please”

Blurb Masterlist

#this is the sweetest #biting is my love language #thank u thank u