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gtgbabie0 · 5 months

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Hi! :) could you write fluff spencer reid x pregnant bau reader on a gala of sorts at their work where he is all careful and protective with her

-Spencer Reid x reader

Of course lovely, it’s a little short but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! 💕

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“Give me your hands sweetheart,” Spencer says, pulling you away from everyone else as he takes out a small bottle of hand sanitiser from his pocket. You do as he says without saying a word, you learnt the hard way not to question him any more.

You watch with a soft smile as he squeezes the bottle, the liquid is cold against your palms and you’re quick to rub it in. “Have you eaten yet?“ he asks, bringing a protective hand to settle against your lower back nudging you closer to him.

“Mhm, don’t worry David did let me go hungry” you smile reaching to tuck his hair behind his ear, he smiles gently as he leans into your touch.

He knows he has a habit of over-worrying, especially when it comes to you and you can’t blame him considering how much he’s lost in the past, perhaps that’s why you felt riddled with guilt after you had snapped at him this morning, immediately diving into teary eyed apologies.

“Good, do you need to sit down?” He smiles, he can’t help but ask. His palm soothes your back as he watches you roll your shoulders.

Your hand rests against your bump when you feel your baby kick, interrupting your train of thought, your eyes light up and you don’t waste a moment, bringing Spencer’s hand to your belly.

“We’re fine” you smile, watching his face practically beam with amazement.

“I know- I know” Spencer whispers, as if he's trying to calm any wondering thoughts he has, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

In all honesty, Spencer wasn’t sure he was ready for a child when you had first told him, and he still doubts himself from time to time but there’s something warm that blooms within his chest when you ask him to get whatever odd foods you’re craving or when you gently tug his hand to feel the baby kick.

“You’ll tell me if you need anything, yeah?” He whispers, and you can tell by the way he approaches the question that he’s being careful not to swamp you with his worry.

You immediately lean into him, pressing a kiss against his cheek, “Of course I will” you promise, taking his hands in yours.

You watch as his eyes scan across the room, and you know for a fact that he’s checking for anything that might end up being dangerous for you. He’s already baby-proofed the entire house… just for you.

“You know what? Maybe some fresh air” you suggest, it doesn’t sound like a bad idea the room was quite stuffy after all.

This seems to get his attention, his eyes finding yours once again. “Okay, yeah we can do that” Spencer smiles, his hand settles against the small of your back as he guides you through the room.

The room was dimly lit and packed with people from different precincts, and the mixture of light chatter, music and trying to watch over you was starting to become far too overwhelming for him. He was ready to go home a long time ago.

Your hand grasps his arm as you both walk side by side, your path abruptly stopped by someone who clearly wasn’t looking where they were going as they walk straight into you.

Spencer has never been quick to anger as he was in that moment, immediately pulling you behind him as he confronts the younger man with a scowl. “Watch where you’re going” he snaps as he looks back at you, making sure you're okay before looking back at the very obviously inebriated man.

“I- I’m sorry I didn’t see her, I-" he tries to explain himself, panicked as he makes eye contact with you. Spencer doesn’t let him finish his sentence.

“Wasn’t looking where you were going?” He scoffs, and you take the initiative to reach for his hand, trying to stop this from getting out of hand.

You let out a sigh of relief as you notice Derek walking towards you with a soft smile, “I got this” he mouths at you, before nodding to Spencer.

“Come on Spence” you whisper, tugging on his hand as he notices Derek, he gets the memo and he turns around to you. His thumb soothes over your knuckles and his heart seems to find a calmer pace, he takes a deep breath once he realises you're okay.

His eyes soften as you pull him towards the door, the cool air against your skin alleviates your stress and you're finally able to breathe. “Are you okay, you’re not hurt?” He asks, sitting down next to you on the bench, he takes his blazer and drapes it over your shoulders.

“Yeah I’m alright, are you? looked like you were about to start throwing punches back there” You rest your head against his shoulder, enjoying his body warmth that blankets over you as he wraps an arm around you and it only drives you to shuffle closer to him.

“I should’ve brought my cane” he chuckles, his cheek resting against the top of your head, and you both break out in laughter at the idea of him weaponising his cane.

The pair of you stay like that for a moment, enjoying the peacefulness of the cool evening. “I think I’m ready for bed” you tell him and he’s already calling a taxi.

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daydreamingqueen1 · 6 months

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Sweets thief

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Warnings/Content: none. pure fluff, a wee bit of bullying to spence (totally harmless and friendly though), crushes, unhealthy amount of candy ingestion lol, no y/n, gn!reader too

Summary: You've been stealing sweets from your resident genius.

Word count: 1.2k

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It wasn't unusual for the BAU members to carry snacks with them.

The job was hard, stressful and, most importantly, it had unpredictable hours. So finding time to eat a proper meal wasn't always a viable option.

Nevertheless, eating is a basic human need and even if it's not completely healthy, the agents often found themselves battling their hunger with quick snacks.

As a relatively new member of the BAU, buying said vital snacks wasn't yet ingrained in your mind, resulting in you continually forgetting to buy something to munch on during cases.

Stealing was always an option though.

After several months with your coworkers, you are proud to say that you have managed to eat at the expense of all of their pockets, for experts in human behavior, they don't hide their treats so well.

However, after several months, you have come to know their go-to snacks and, subsequently, you have become picky.

Morgan eats some kind of high-protein bars with an awfully bright neon wrapper.

Emily loves those salt and vinegar chips every station has on their vending machines.

JJ, ever the healthy mom of the group, always has a few packages of oatmeal raisin cookies on hand.

Rossi carries eucalyptus and mint gummies like the old man he is.

And Hotch buys the most bland granola bars known to mankind.

With all of that said, the conclusion was obvious.

Spencer has the best snacks.

It is not only that he always has sweets but that he's the only one that manages for variety instead of a fixed thing. A bit ironic considering he is the most prone to sticking to a rigid routine. Well, you aren't complaining though, especially not this month.

You realized quickly that Halloween was a big thing for the resident genius, seeming to make the grown man regress to the mentality of an overly eager seven-year-old. It's lucky for you because that means that he chooses to try a new candy every single day of October.

It also means that you had begun stealing exclusively from him and, being surrounded by profilers, it wasn't long until you were discovered as the culprit.

A shadow had eclipsed your desk suddenly, making you look up to a squinting Dr. Reid. “Did you take my last Peanut Butter Cup?”

You shook your head, “No...”

Derek snorted on the desk nearby, “You've still got chocolate on your face, kid,”

Cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand, you smiled up at Spencer sweetly.

His converse sounded hard against the floor as he stumped away.

Apparently, you weren't that discreet. He ended up catching you many more times after that.

"Hey!" Spencer swatted your hand when you grabbed yet another handful of his M&Ms.

You shrugged, feigning innocence, “Hey to you too Reid, but we've been in the same room for a while.”

He huffed, inching the box slightly out of your reach.

Many more times.

Your hand was literally inside the familiar size bag of Starburst candy when Spencer came back from the bathroom.

“Oh come on!” he groaned, taking the bag out of your grasp, “Buy your own.”

You went back to the local police station office, giggling to yourself like a child with your hands full of candy.

At this point hunger had become a secondary motive to your stealing. The number one reason being how adorable Spencer's reactions were when he caught you.

In all honesty, you harbored a bit of a crush on the man. You didn't have the courage to tell him upfront, making your silly brain manifest your feelings like a preschooler pulling on the pigtails of their crush. Oh, but teasing him was so fun, and it got you free candy so it was even better.

Then, yesterday, there was an incident.

The team was on the jet, another kidnapped girl had been safely returned to her parents, fairly quickly this time too. Spirits were high at wrapping up a case with such a positive outcome, making most of the agents mingle and play games on the usually quiet ride home.

You were perched on one of the individual seats, scrolling away in your phone and absentmindedly eating some candy (you had bought your own for once).

You jolted a bit when a hand dived into your candy bag. When you looked up, you found a smirking Spencer standing right in front of you, looking fairly smug and popping a piece into his mouth. He thought he was finally getting back at you for eating all of his sweets.

His joy lasted for about three seconds before he realized his mistake.

See, to the untrained eye, he had just eaten a couple of innocent looking bear gummies. Except, these were not regular gummies, they were your favorite kind, the most sour kind.

Spencer's face scrunched up with disgust, the sour effect of the gummy doubled at taking him by surprise, the acidic taste completely taking over his taste buds.

You couldn't help it, you bent over your belly with laughter, inadvertently drawing attention to Spencer's predicament.

The whole team snickered as they watched him rush back and forth on the narrow hall of the jet until he got hold of a tissue to spit the offending candy.

“What the hell is that?” he turned around to confront you.

You gave him an apologetic smile, “Sour candy?”

More laughs filled the space and Spencer had sat down on the furthest chair from yours, pouting with his arms crossed over his chest.

Back to today, you feel actually kind of guilty about what happened. You have been munching on all of Spencer's treats for weeks and the one time he does it to you, the whole team ends up making fun of him. A bit of teasing was fine but you don't want the man to actually feel bad.

So when you see him stand up from his desk and walk into the kitchen, you quickly jump out of your chair and grab something from your bag, trailing right behind him through the bullpen.

He's making himself an exaggeratedly sweet cup of coffee when you corner him.

“Spencer,” you call, making him turn around. Your hands are inconspicuously behind your back, “Trick or treat?”

His eyebrows furrow suspiciously, “Neither if you're going to give me one of those monstrosities you like.”

You huff out a laugh, “No, no, I promise it's not that. Come on, trick or treat? ”

After measuring up how much he trusts your statement, he relents, “Treat.”

“Ta-dah!” you sing, revealing a single Hershey’s Kiss in your palm.

Spencer's eyes light up.

“I know it doesn't make up for everything I ate but it's an offer of peace.”

He gives you a small smile, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

As his hand extends to grab the chocolate, your brain has an impulsive thought.

You lean forward and peck his lips.

It lasts barely a second but it's enough to make your heart beat wildly against your chest.

Spencer stares at you frozen in place, a crimson color spreading all over his face.

“A kiss for a kiss,” you mumble dumbly, like saying that makes it better somehow.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ You think to yourself, your feet are prepared to flee the scene when he unexpectedly grabs your wrist.

“I– I...” he stammers, his cheeks turning impossibly redder, “I wouldn't mind if you stole more of those.”

A shy smile spreads on your face. Perhaps you won't start buying your own snacks soon.

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it's a bit silly but I was feeling halloween-y and craving sour candy

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 month

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OUUH WHAT ABOUT spencer watching her do her makeup, pick out an outfit, get dolled up to go meet his team

fem bimbo!plus size reader, wc: 498.

a/n: AWW OMG writing this actually gave me cavities. this is probably the fluffiest thing i've ever written on this account!! i really tried to get into the mind of our precious bimbo reader, and i feel like i did a pretty good job if i do say so myself! 😏

You always liked to say that you did your best work under pressure, so why in the hell wasn’t your eyeshadow… eyeshadowing?

You looked at yourself in the vanity mirror, your gloss covered lips turned down into a deep frown. The lines caused by your frustration left behind little creases in your carefully laid foundation. You were one more mishap from a total breakdown.

“Spence?” You turn around in your porcelain white chair that completely contrasts the dark coziness that was Spencer’s room.

Tonight was the night that you were going to meet your boyfriend’s team, which in your mind translated to his family. You had met his mom already, and she liked you, so why were you so intimidated? Maybe it was because these people were like your precious boyfriend just twenty times more terrifying.

Tonight had to go well, or you swear that you might just die!

“Yes, sweetheart?” Spencer responds from behind the book he had his nose buried in. He had been resting against the headboard, the lower half of his body relaxed and his legs were stretched out carelessly. The advantage of being a human string-bean, you supposed.

“Does my makeup look okay?”

Your exasperated tone in your voice forced his eyes away from the page and onto yours.

He was surprised by the light tones of eyeshadow you had picked, they were a lot different from the bold pink, purples, and blues. That could only mean one thing.

“There’s no need to be anxious, honey. You look beautiful.”

Usually, you were very susceptible to Spencer’s praise, often turning bashful and shy, as well as giggling and grinning like a schoolgirl. Nope, not today. Today felt like not even the sweetest of hymns could bring you down from your anxiety ridden stupor.

“Really? Because I don’t know about the color… I feel like the eyeliner makes it look clumpy.”

Spencer Reid was trained for this, if the hours of cosmetology research he had done counted for something. Why you may ask? Well, the first time you had asked him about your makeup was when you two had first started dating, and it had unfortunately gone a little bit like this:

“Does this look okay?”

“It looks fine, angel.”

“Oh God, I should just start over, shouldn’t I?”

“That’s not what I said.”

Spencer smiles fondly, “It doesn’t look clumpy at all. In fact I think the dark and light colors complement each other well, they make your eyes look large and enchanting.”

And just like that, all of your apprehension melts away. “Oh, good!” You all but cheer.

He watches with a lovesick smile on his face as you pull out outfit-after-outfit from the closet – that’s really more yours than it is his – with an excited grin.

“How about this one?”

Spencer knows he’s in for a long night; with his book long forgotten, he doesn’t have the heart to tell you that you have an hour before you guys have to leave.

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kryptonitejelly · 1 month

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once again, some (domestic) flyboy!jake because i miss them. can be read as a standalone but from the flyboy!universe.

“Can I sleep with you tonight, pleaseeeee,” your daughter ends her request with a loud whine as she tunnels her way into your side, body burrowing further under the covers until only a mop of hair remains peeking out from the top.

You open your mouth to respond, but Jake beats you to it, his head peeking out from behind the sliding door separating your bathroom from your bedroom.

“You know the rules princess,” he says, voice slightly muffled but the toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.

It makes your 6 year old sigh, as she springs up from hiding place.

“Just once,” she wails, her bottom lip sticking out, arms folded across her chest.

“No,” Jake calls out as you hear him rinse his mouth.

“That’s mean Dad,” she huffs out as she begins to scramble. You watch, an amused tilt on your lips as she frowns, body both scrambling and flailing around in anger as she manages to lower herself, feet first from your bed to the ground before running out of your room and into the hallway.

“Where’s she?” Jake asks as he emerges from the bathroom, shirtless, with only a pair of sweatpants on, the tips of his hair still damp from his shower.

“Ran back to her room,” you say, amusement painting your features as you tilt your head towards the bedroom door, “you know you could indulge her for once.”

“No,” Jake says as he walks over to your side of the bed. He shakes his head lightly, causing droplets of water to fall on your face. It makes you swat him lightly, the back of your hand coming into contact with his hip, “we let one in and it’ll never stop.”

Jake loved his children, but it was one of his hard rules. Fell asleep in your bed? He was happy to carry a child or two back to their room. Had a nightmare? He was happy to squeeze himself into the child bed until said child fell back asleep, but his bed - that was off limits, a sacred space of sorts if you would.

Jake bends at the waist to place his palms flat against the surface of the mattress, effectively confining you to the space between his arms. He kisses you on the lips; you can feel the dampness of his hair brushing against his forehead.

“I’ll put her to bed,” he says against your lips before pulling away.

“She has your attitude,” you say to which he makes a face.

“We’ll leave her with one of my sisters, can’t have two of us now can we?” He grins at you as he straightens up again.

It makes you chuckle and you roll your eyes at his humour. Jake winks at you before turning to make his way towards the door.

“You’re MEAN,” you hear the little holler from down the hallway and it makes you laugh.

“She does have my attitude,” Jake sighs, shaking his head with a glance back at you, “no, you’re mean,” he hollers back, tone light and amusement heavy in his voice as he makes his way into the hallway

Life was never boring in a house of Seresins.

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etfrin · 2 months

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— ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪꜱᴛ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ꜱᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ | ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ

✧— ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: NSFW | fem! Reader, oral sex (m. receiving), semi-public sex (back alleyway of restaurant), glasses! Spencer, Reader's ex is present for a short while | lmk if I forgot anything

✧— ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you could have stand up for yourself when your ex decided to be bitch at the restaurant you were having a date with Spencer with, but Spencer protected you instead so of course you thank him in your way!

✧— ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 741 words

✧— ᴀ/ɴ: hope you guys like this! It's the first of many <33

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You knew exactly why you were on your knees right now. It was because your boyfriend Spencer Reid is so fucking hot. You managed to make him come with you to the back alley of the restaurant. You had sneakily given a busboy twenty dollars so no one would come out of the backdoor for at least half an hour.

You were in a hurry. That was obvious with the way you pulled down his zipper. Spencer's eyes were wide as if in disbelief at the situation he was in right now. He was an agent for God's sake! And now he was gonna get blown in a dirty alley.

A dirty alley. Normally, he would never allow himself in such a situation. But the way you were so frantic and desperate, he couldn't help the way his cock swelled. You were so proud of him!

Your ex coming into the restaurant was unexpected while both of you were on a date. His behavior when he saw you however was expected. Spencer didn't allow the mayhem your ex was causing, especially when he was being disrespectful towards you. His girl.

When the ex confronted him about what trash you were dating. He quickly pulled out his FBI badge, saying, “I can have you kicked out of the restaurant right now. This disruption you're causing can cause you to pay a fine. Would you go sit down right now, or would you like to be arrested for causing disturbance in a public place?”

Your ex scoffs before he realizes how serious Spencer is at that moment. He backs off with a roll of his eyes. Meanwhile, you simply watch it unfold. You could have stood up for yourself just fine, Spencer knew that. Yet he did it for you.

It made your heart ache with love and pussy wet with want. So of course you had to reward your baby immediately! Which brings you here right now, on your knees, his boxers around his knees. His cock is semi-hard already.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. You bring your lips closer to kiss his mushroom tip, your tongue peeking out to lick his slit. You hum as you taste his salty pre-cum. Meanwhile, Spencer keeps his sanity with his fingers curled in your hair. Trying his best not to buck in his hips.

You decide to take his cock deeper, your lips around his length as you slowly take him inch by inch. Spencer groans your name, his hold on your hair tightening enough that it stung. It made your eyes water, you were grateful that you wore waterproof makeup.

You continue taking him until his cock reaches the back of your throat. Your eyes peer at him, and you hollow your mouth to suck his cock. “Fuck!” Spencer cursed. His mind scrambled from bliss.

You pat his thigh softly and he immediately gets what you want. “You sure?” He said, worried, “I don't want to hurt you.” You bop your head as yes, and he begins to slowly take his cock out of your mouth before pushing it in again.

Spencer is now fucking your face. Slowly, trying so hard not to be rough to his baby. He doesn't fail, he gets a bit faster though, your throat gets raw. You won't be able to speak after this. But it's fine, it's a reward for him after all.

It doesn't take him long before he's cursing again. Your saliva and his pre-cum oozing out from the corner of your mouth. Spencer tries to take deep breaths, he doesn't wanna cum not so soon. But he can't control it, his cock twitching inside of your mouth.

“Baby, let me pull out,” he gasped, his head on the wall, his glasses blurry, “Gonna cum!”

He tries to pull away from you, his hand trying to get away. You only suck harder in response, your tongue tracing the sensitive veins on his cock. Spencer doesn't warn you again, his mind too focused on the pleasure. He cums.

Hot, thick, and salty spurts of cum you swallow down. Some of it spills out and drips down on the floor. You gasp as you look at him, his soft cock out of your mouth.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “for standing up for me.”

He smiled. So pretty.

“Anything for you, honey. Now please let's get out of here and get a shower.”

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strawbeerossi · 11 months

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Practice Makes Perfect

18+ Content. Minors DNI.

Pairing: Fem!reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Spencer insists on helping reader perfect the party trick that she was trying to master when he came over. This time, there is a twist to it.

Content Warning: Coarse language, porn with little plot, restraints, soft dom Spencer, sub reader, teasing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), facesitting, spitting, hair pulling, degradation (use of whore and slut), pretty mild breeding kink, unprotected vaginal sex, pretty entertaining ending.

Word count: 2.6K

Part one

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The words had Y/N taken aback when Spencer mentioned it being her turn to wear the metal cuffs if they were to go again.

“Don’t look shocked. I mean, this is your trick, right? We gotta make sure that you get it down for Rossi’s next dinner party.” He explained as he let his arms cross.

God dammit, he looked good while pleading his case, the way his tousled hair was falling over his face, the way the light shine of sweat radiated off his body. He looked delectable.

“Fine. Only for the greater good of me learning this trick though.” She spoke, as if she wasn’t already clenching her thighs together from the sheer thought of being restrained, being able to be used at Spencer’s heart's content. The way he lit up at her agreeing to the idea was enough to make her head spin.

“First thing's first though..” He frowned, eyeing her up and down before his fingers were working fast to pull her shirt over her head, mouth practically watering at the sight of her bare chest, his hands coming up her hips before he was resting them just below her breasts.

The way he was ogling her body was enough to make Y/N’s face turn a light shade of pink. He’d just watched his cock plunge in and out of her pussy while she was focused on riding him, yet she was nervous over him seeing her naked torso.

Sounded about right.

“Gonna put them on you again,” The male’s voice brought her out of her thoughts as her head nodded slowly. “Okay.” She spoke, watching him spin the cuffs around his finger while awaiting her verbal consent to being bound.

He made her stand up so it would be easier, walking behind her as one hand ran down the smooth flesh of Y/N’s arm. He brought her wrists together before the cool metal was on her skin, the sound of the restraints closing around her wrists filling the quiet room.

Y/N’s heart was beating fast, so hard that she feared it would burst from her chest. He surprised her the moment she was being pushed forward, bent over the bed while she yelped in surprise. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt her, yet she wasn’t expecting to be shoved down similarly that an unsub would be pushed down against the table when being detained at the scene.

The feeling of his large hands running down her back had goosebumps spreading across her skin, her eyes closing as her cheek rested against the unkempt sheets and duvet from their previous activity.

The tender approach was enough to relax her.

It was the sharp smack to her ass that jolted her back to reality.

“You look like such a whore, bent over your bed for me while you have no power in the situation.” He spoke while reaching over on her bedside table, grabbing a paperclip before unravelling it and placing it in her dominant hand.

“You aren’t cumming until you take them off.” Spencer spoke, a boost of confidence washing over him as his hand was moving to slick back his messy hair that was falling in his face. “I suggest you get to it,” He snickered softly, hands running down her hips before coming down to her ass.

Y/N had to admit that this sudden burst of confidence was wildly sexy coming from the usually awkward and downright submissive Dr. Spencer Reid that she knew from work. The man who she just had whimpering and restrained in her bed was reducing her to a puddle of goo.

While her hand was shaking and trying to get the paperclip in the keyhole of the handcuffs, Spencer was thoroughly enjoying himself for a moment watching her actually try to free herself.

His hands pushed her asscheeks apart, a low groan leaving his lips as he got a full view of her beautiful, wet, pink pussy. It was swollen, used from before and Spencer could feel his cock hardening at the residue of his cum that was painting the back of her inner thighs. “You know, statistically, 20% of sexual partners get pregnant within the first time they have sex?” He asked, that 187 IQ appearing when he wasn’t being distracted by his cock being sucked.

“Now, that means that technically, you could already be at risk of pregnancy from the first time?” His fingers were coming down to her labia, now pushing the lips apart before his thumb found its way to her clit.

The thought of her being pregnant with his baby elicited an animalistic growl from Spencer. “You’re really wet from the thought of that?” He asked, a smirk on his face as her slick wasn’t unnoticed against his fingers. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? For me to pump you full of my cum and paint that pretty uterus? Have you swollen with a baby? Fuck.” His words were already influencing himself.

“Everyone would know you like being used as a cocksleeve and being desperate for all the cum you can milk out of me.” The explicit nature of his words had Y/N letting out a moan, her head fully in the clouds as her hips were rocking against his hand, desperate to get more than his thumb on her clit.

“You look like a desperate slut, you need more?” He asked, thumb putting pressure on her clit and eliciting another cry. That was when he was letting his middle finger run over her slit, collecting the slick of arousal from her puffy cunt.

There were no words shared between the two, instead he was letting his finger delve into her tight heat, making the woman below him moan out as her pussy was clenching around his finger.

The feeling of her walls closing around his finger and trying to pull him in for more made the man groan lowly, curling his finger just to get a reaction, which the muffled moan against the sheets was enough encouragement to add a second finger.

The long digits were nestled knuckle deep inside the inviting warmth, watching as Y/N attempted to fuck herself against his fingers. “You’ve stopped trying to get the cuffs off.” He pointed out the obvious, almost like an indirect order for her to continue trying or he would stop his movements.

This stupid fucking trick idea would be the end of her, her fingers clenching around the paperclip while her shaking hand was in search of the keyhole, finding it this time.

Spencer was satisfied, granting her the gift of his fingers scissoring her open as they was fucking her at a fast pace, his fingertips brushing against the spongy button inside of her that had her crying and begging for more.

His fingers just weren’t cutting it anymore.

“Spence please, need more.” Her words were muffled into the mattress, almost inaudible. To fix that problem though, one of the male’s wrists was tangling in her hair before he roughly tugged her hair towards, lifting her head up.

“Say it one more time. It’s rude to mumble.”

“P-Please. More.” She choked out.

“That’s more like it.”

His fingers were being pulled from her soaked cunt, chuckling as he looked over his glistening fingers, his hand still in her hair as he tugged her head up once more, the covered fingers going to her lips. He was pleasantly surprised whenever she was letting her lips close over the digits, her tongue cleaning her arousal off of his fingers.

“Good to see that the whore knows what someone wants.” He mused while letting her hair go as he was pulling his fingers from her mouth, watching as a string of saliva came with them. He’d just gotten started, and she already looked blissfully fucked out.

“More?” He asked, watching as the woman’s head was nodding quickly, feeling the strong grasp on her hips while he was moving her to sit on her knees for a moment, getting comfortable on the bed as he was lying on his back. “Come here.” He spoke, watching as she was doing her best to shuffle over on her knees.

She started by straddling his waist, though the male was shaking his head. “Farther.” He chuckled, this time gesturing to his face while Y/N’s mouth was agape. “Will be easier for you to get the cuffs off while sitting up.” He pointed out, his hands hooking around her thighs as soon as she was quickly making her way up his body.

“W-wait. What if you can’t suffocate? I don’t wanna end up killing you.” She spoke as she could feel his strong arms tug her body down, pressing a kiss to her clit.

“What a way to go out.” He commented, causing the two to let out a giggle before his tongue was licking over her clit. “Don’t worry, I can easily move you if I need to.” He assured her in a moment of seriousness.

Their words were soon replaced by the sound of moans as Spencer’s tongue was delving into her dripping pussy with no warning, the woman working on those damn handcuffs, which were a pain in her ass at this point.

She’d never do something dumb like that again. She’d just learn how to do a backflip or something as a trick to impress the entire team.

He had gotten greedy, his hands clutching tightly to her thighs as he was drinking all the arousal he could, eyes fluttered shut as he groaned lowly against her cunt.

His cock was rock hard at this point, his tip red and angry as beads of precum were pooling. It was throbbing, twitching at the moans that were falling from her lips coupled with the sweet, intoxicating taste that was on his tongue. Truthfully, he could probably cum untouched from this.

However, the only thing that stopped him was the feeling of metal hitting his stomach along with a little cheer.

She got the fucking handcuffs off.

Y/N looked just as surprised as the two were now making eye contact. “You actually did it.” Spencer spoke, shock dripping from his tone. “I did it!” She grinned, her fingers now coming down to tangle in his hair as she was raising an eyebrow. “You said that I could cum when I got them off. Get back to it.”

With a soft laugh, Spencer was nodding. “Yes, ma’am.” He obliged, now diving right back in as if he were a man starved.

With freedom to grab anything to support herself, her hands were coming to grip the headboard while she let her hips roll against his face, head tilting forward as a moan left her lips while was riding his face. At the position they were in, his nose was brushing against her clit with each roll of her lips.

The feeling of her thighs clenching around his head and the feeling of the fluttering in her pussy, Spencer knew she was ready to make a mess of his face.

With cries and moans of his name filling the room, it wasn’t long until she was soaking his face, which the male was licking up everything he could to avoid wasting even a drop of cum that she’d graced him with.

“Fuck.”

This was Spencer’s breaking point, now lifting her from his face before he was tossing her on her back, the woman letting out a yelp of surprise before watching as the clumsy male was nearly falling off the bed while pushing himself up.

“Are we gonna increase our odds of me being pregnant?” She probably meant it to be a joke but dear god, Spencer wanted to cum right then and there. “You better watch your mouth,” He warned with a chuckle, hand coming between them to give his cock a few tugs for relief before letting his tip tease her slit.

“Hey, I’m not against the idea! I think you should definitely give me a little genius baby.” She mused, voice shaky as he was tapping his cock against her pussy, her legs spreading more.

“You are gonna be the death of me, fuck.” He groaned, their lips smearing against one another's as he was tired of teasing, cock pushing inside of her. There were muffled moans against each other’s lips, one of his hands on her hip while the other was resting on either side of her head.

As he was bottoming out inside of her, Y/N was pulling away to let her head loll back as her arms were loosely around his shoulders. It was always the skinny, nerdy guys who were well endowed, enough to have anyone’s head spin with little movement.

Spencer’s thrusts started slow, an easement for both of them. There was soft kisses shared, the two whispering and even laughing softly together over whatever they discussed. It was sweet, soft.

Until Spencer slammed into her and cause her body to bounce upon impact. “Fuck, Dr. Reid, calm down. You’re gonna make me hit my head on the headboard.” She squeaked, though the way he was smiling and bracing herself while grasping his shoulders was an open invitation.

It wasn't long until the room was filled with the sinful sounds of his cock slamming into her, along with the sounds of the bed squeaking like crazy and both of their moans. Thank god the apartment to the right of her was empty, cause with the way her headboard was banging against the wall, she’d have a million complaints.

The woman to the left of her would have plenty of noise complaints for her though.

“Fuck- I’m gonna-” Her nails were dragging down Spencer’s back, head thrown back as her eyes were screwed shut. The warning came seconds before her walls were spasming around his cock, her body shaking from the sensitivity as Spencer’s rough thrusts were growing sloppy.

Spencer was reduced to a groaning, moaning mess as his cock twitched inside her clenched pussy before he was approaching his peak, his spent spilling inside of Y/N as his head was falling on her shoulder, his hips slowing their thrusts.

***

“How the hell did you do that?” Emily asked, eyes widened with amusement as Y/N dropped the handcuffs to the ground while she smirked triumphantly. “A girl never reveals her secrets.” She spoke.

Penelope was already letting all those conspiracy theories wrack up in her brain. “Do it again! Let me close them this time because I know you have to be cheating somehow.” The bubbly blonde spoke while quickly grabbing the metal cuffs before hooking them just a bit tighter around Y/N’s back.

“I’m telling you, I can get out of these.” She continued, using the paperclip in her hand. It took her a max of ten seconds to get them unlocked, the sound of metal hitting the floor soon after.

“You need to teach me how to do that.” Emily spoke again, now picking up the metal while placing the once dreaded object on Y/N’s desk.

“As impressive as it is, I feel like I have to give a warning that the first time any of you are trying to do a trick like that and you get stuck, you’re to come to work like that as a punishment.” Aaron spoke from where he stood outside of his office door.

“How did you even learn to do that, mama?” Derek was asking, an eyebrow raised as he leaned back against the desk behind him.

Spencer was already going red, thankfully everyone too focused on Y/N to notice, even when the two shared a knowing glance.

“Practice makes perfect!”

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demonicbaby666 · 1 year

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Nap Time

one shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: BAU family x Reader

Genre: drabble/office fun

Words: 651

A/N- I legit hate the title for this but my brain is not working and I cannot think of anything else. Anyways enjoy!

It was already 7pm and you still had work to do, knowing exhaustion was already subduing your body you decided the best course of action would be to take a nap in your secret napping area. You were certain no one knew you’d often creep under your desk during long workdays and sneak in a little rest bite. You did a quick scan of the room to check if anyone could see you before ducking under your desk and draping a shawl over you.

Setting a timer for 30 minutes, you let sleep steadily wash over your body, curled up nice and secure in your napping nook. When your eyes fluttered open, it was not by your alarm going off, the absence of the sound was reassuring as you had yet to feel fully rejuvenated. Though your head perked up when there was a flash right before your eyes and you squinted at the assaulting bright light.

Laughing in front on you was Morgan holding up his phone, your chair was pushed to the side and realisation dawned on you that you had been discovered. The moment Morgan saw you becoming alert, he went into action mode and tried to run off. You grabbed his ankle trying to hoist yourself up and simultaneously stop him from running off with the embarrassing evidence he had just obtained. Hitting your head on the desk you still manged to trip Morgan, but he was quick on his feet to recover and threw his phone to Rossi unexpectedly.

When he looked at the phone and back to your disgruntled state a burst of laughter erupted from his lips. “Now that’s a keeper. Look you can see the pool of dribble!” He teased.

“Rossi delete that!” You called out, finally emerging fully from the once peaceful sanctuary of your desk. You power walked over to the older man trying to reach for the pesky device in his hand, but he didn’t give you the opportunity to grab the phone as he threw it to Emily. Who in turn bit her bottom lip trying not to laugh, her attempt was very unsuccessful.

With the phone seeming to continuously be out of reach you felt like you were prey in a den of lions, they had you playing a game of cat and mouse. You darted from agent to agent, losing more and more of your dignity as they all beheld the image of you sleeping peacefully.

“Reid come on!” you shouted as the phone was once again thrown, this time to JJ. Out of everyone in the team you believed JJ was the most sensible and considerate. So, what came next was a complete shock.

“I’m sorry.” She said with a tight-lipped smile looking sympathetically at you. Everyone’s phone in the office dinged and you threw her head back in frustration. Guess there was no more desk naps for you.

“I hate you guys.” you huffed, pulling out your own phone to look at the monstrous photo you’d yet to have the privilege of seeing.

Beyond pissed off you made your way to JJ and whispered in her ear, “I’m going to get you back for this later. Sleep with one eye open you beautiful monster.” A chill ran down the blonde’s spine and when she turned to look at you wide eyed you couldn’t help but cackle at the fear plastered on her face.

Yanking the phone from her hand, you walked over and shoved it into Morgan’s chest, “You’re going to pay for this baldy. Big time.”

Morgan burst out laughing and pulled you in, draping his arm around your shoulder, he ruffled your hair, “Whatever you say tiny.”

When you sat back at your desk Hotch appeared above you sporting his signature smirk, “Good nap?”

Your reply came in the form of a groan as you defeatedly smacked your head against the desk.

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007reid · 8 months

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coffee caramels. spencer reid

this is my submission for the cm meet cute (or not) challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins ! i did VERY loose research on the stuff spencer sprouts off on because i am not our boy genius so sorry if there are any inaccuracies ':( this is my first time writing for spencer but i literally love it so much and i'd love to write more so plz flood my inbox with requests for him plzzz 😭

pairing: fem!reader x spencer reid

prompt: character sits next to a stranger in the theater, but the two end up bonding when there's a technical glitch.

warnings: slightly grumpy!reader and sunshine!spencer my fav trope <333 confident reader, reader makes the first move, spencer being a bbg and blushing a lot ;)) all the good stuff

word count: 2.7k

you arrived at the theater ten minutes early, bee-lined to the popcorn section and asked for extra butter. you loaded your oily popcorn up with coffee caramels and chocolate-covered coffee beans and bought a large coke. you walked in the theater, confident and fully armed with enough caffeine to hopefully keep you awake during the entire thing. you have tape in your bag to peel your eyes open just in case things go south, but you're confident enough to believe that it won't.

because it can't.

"aelita," your professor had said on friday, "is a russian phenomenon, and it is one of my top favorite films. considering how you are all in a russian literature class, i can make the safe assumption that you are all interested in russian culture."

now, not only were you in a russian literature class as an elective like two-thirds of your class, you were also a russian literature and poetry major. how you ended with that major baffles you and there hasn't been a day where you wanted to choose another major, but there hasn't been a day where you weren't depressed about your poor decision-making either. it's a battle you fight every day.

"aelita was first screened in 1924, and this year, next week, there will be a worldwide re-screening of the film in its originality, no edits, completely authentic, except with added subtitles for those who need it, of course," this was when your professor got very stern. "i want all of you to go and watch it. if you don't want to, fine, but there will be an assessment grade on this movie. this is not optional. i believe that the content of this movie is very true to our..."

at that point you had stopped listening, because you knew what your professor wanted you to do, and you dreaded doing it.

two hours, silent, black and white, russian film with subtitles. and you have to hang onto the movie's every word.

not your ideal saturday night plans, but for your academic career, you were willing to take that leap; looking like a sore loser at the empty theater with black framed glasses on instead of getting fucked up in someone's bathtub. it's fine. the partying was all up to the business majors anyway.

when you walked into the theater, it was, understandably, vacant, save for a couple men and women with graying hair or bald scalps and bad backs. you were clearly not the target audience. none of them had snacks on them either, and you felt awkward being the one responsible for the strong aroma of butter and coffee that stuffed the place the moment you walked in. a gentleman coughed in his hanker-chief and flared his nostrils. you were intimidated already.

you tracked down your seat and decided to not let any of it distract you. you needed a good grade on this assessment. you had already bombed your previous test on the imperial era; you don't need another bad grade stacked on top of it. you're acing this test, no matter what, and you're going to absorb this movie so well that it might as well be your favorite.

as you waited for the film to start, you munched on several of the coffee caramels, the caffeine slow to kick in. you shrugged it off. there's a whole bucket of sugar to fuel you through the film.

in midst of biting into a shelf of a chocolate-covered-coffee-bean, you heard a light thud and a hiss, and the quiet muttering of "i'm good, ow." an old man by the stairs called out;

"you alright, son?"

"yes sir," the man said. despite being alright, he was limping to his seat, and you watched him attentively, for there wasn't much else for you to observe. he limped closer and closer to you by row, ticket in his hand and checking the letters on the rows. he stopped at your row, and then walked crookedly and settled down in the seat right next to you.

you chewed on your popcorn as you directed your attention somewhere else, your determination slightly deflated. the film was late into starting, but you were still going strong.

"oh wow," you heard the man mumbled next to you, and looked over to see what he was talking about, nosy. but he was looking at you.

"what?" you said indignantly, immediately dropping the oily popcorn in your hand and wiping at your mouth, feeling oddly self-conscious. but mostly irritated. you'd say you hid your whiplash pretty well when you saw how pretty the man was when you looked over at him. you were so smooth with it. "chocolate on my face?"

"what? oh, no," the man breathed out a small laugh. he's got a soft, shy voice that got your insides feeling like broken tomato bits.

"then what?" you demanded, but not too authoritatively because you didn't want to chase him away. you kept it cool and in control. totally. it was hard to find eye candy in quantico, and the last place you would expect to find someone so pretty is in the theater for a fucking silent film.

even though it was dark, you could still catch the bright blush that crept up the man's neck, but it might be because he felt hot under all those layers. seriously, he was dressed like your grandpa, sweater vest, tie, collared shirt and all, but it was tied together in some kind of way that made it work, and it was the way the man carried himself that made him look youthful in all those ancient clothing.

"nothing," he ducked his head away, "i was just talking out loud."

you didn't have to be sherlock holmes to know that he was lying. "you liar," you accused, wiping your hand even more aggressively over your face. "i do have something on my face, don't i? just tell me if i do!"

"you don't have anything on your face!" he said, an indecisive and uncracked smile playing on his lips. you grumbled and turned back to look at the screen, still waiting for the film to start, popping candy in your mouth. in was silent for a merciful while, until the man said, "did you know that dmitri shostakovich conducted the music for this film and during its first showings in leningrad since the film was silent he came personally and played the piano whenever the soundtrack would be playing?"

you hummed. no you did not.

"i was surprised when i saw you, you don't look over sixty at all," the man continued. you didn't know how to take this piece of information as a compliment or an insult. "whenever i come to these things, it's only me who doesn't have grey hair. well, some people dye it, which looks pretty obvious because you can't really hide age, y'know?"

usually you'd be annoyed. very annoyed, in fact, you'd switch seats to be away from the guy. but this one's got a nice voice, and the moment he sat down you caught a scent to him immediately, that old cashmere and cotton scent that comes from old, thrifted clothes that you'll find dug deep somewhere in your grandmother's basement or in vintage stores, and sugar cookies and mint and coffee. it's a good smell, is all. you weren't being creepy about it.

"i'm not over sixty," you assured him. "just scraping twenty-two."

"oh! i'm twenty-two too!" the man said excitedly. he had child's glee to him, which you found more endearing than annoying. you didn't know why. you didn't know why you were still sitting with the man instead of scurrying three rows away like you would have normally the moment any stranger tried to attempt small talk with you.

maybe you were a changed woman.

"how crazy," you mused. you didn't sound half as interested or excited as the man did, but he had most definitely got your undivided attention. you nature tells you to not show it.

"how did you hear about this movie? i tried to get some of my friends to watch it with me, but none of them were too interested...except emily, she's usually more interested because she can speak russian but she got plans this weekend," his face fell into a thoughtful frown at the end, and the clockwork in your brain started to turn at the mention of 'emily.' was that his girlfriend? special lady? you shouldn't be googling, then.

"my professor created an assessment for this movie," at the man's inquiring look, you explained further, "it's for my russian lit class."

his eyes shone like a fucking diamond at that, as if russian lit was the most exciting thing he had ever heard of in his life. you could tell that you were looking at the kind of guy who would decline a party full of seniors to go read a dictionary at home. "is that like an elective you take? 'cause it's a subject that fascinates me a lot, but the demand for it is so slim that--"

he was cut off by the movie finally starting and flickering to life. you turned away immediately, eyes focused and attention zeroed onto the introduction screen. screw the pretty boy for now, you thought, you might as well pack your things and go back to your hometown if you fuck up this movie's assessment. it needed your attention.

black and white and grimy, a pretty font wrote 'aelita, adapted by alexei tolstoy.' but as soon as the film started, the picture quickly collapsed, blurring and then fading into black. with the audience being so small, there wasn't much commotion but whispers of confusion began to arise as the lights began to bleed more yellow, lighting up the theater more. it was as if the movie was over.

"sorry folks," a voice came from the grainy megaphone above all of them. "some trouble with the tape. we are trying our best, but not sure of our luck. all tickets will be refunded if bought online or you bring your ticket to us for a mark so you can present your current ticket right now at the next showing. thanks for your patience."

you looked exaggeratedly around, and the man in the sweater vest next to you looked equally as disappointed.

"my professor is not going to believe me," you muttered under your breath, but the man caught it anyway and chuckled quietly. you looked down at your still full bucket of popcorn and your large coke. you glanced over to the man next to you, not too smart things lottering around in your head. you travel through the subway, and the ride to your street is not until two hours. you weren't going to spend it morosely eating popcorn in the waiting lobby.

"is emily your girlfriend?" you asked suddenly. there was no point in being shy. the man's mouth unhinged from his jaw immediately, and you stared at him. his cheeks quickly stained an innocent pink.

"what?" he squeaked, his voice a higher pitch, caught off-guard. "no! no, she-she's my coworker!" he sounded almost offended.

this took you by surprise. you didn't know people who were close to their coworkers existed. "so you don't have a girlfriend?"

the blush on the man's face kept getting brighter and brighter. you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a fool. with how endeared you were by him, it's strange to think that you don't even know his name yet. it was rare for you to really be so mindful and think such soft things about somebody, especially to a stranger.

you were a changed woman. but maybe it's because of the coffee caramels messing with your head. sugar and caffeine tend to do that.

"no," the man said, then cleared his throat. he was fiddling with his fingers, an obvious stim. "no, i don't have a girlfriend."

"sweet," you grinned, "then no one would mind if i take you on a date, would they?"

he choked and got engulfed in a coughing fit, bending over in his seat. the red of his sweater vest nearly blinded you but you patted his back supportively. when his coughing ceased and he sat back up again, his eyes avoided yours for a while as he fought to keep the redness in his face down before he looked at you again.

"so?" you raised your eyebrow. "the night doesn't wait, pretty boy."

the nickname just slipped out of your mouth, and you cringed at the weight of it. how out of pocket. you were going to go home and contemplate this conversation later. but right now, you were trying to take out probably the sweetest looking boy you've ever seen, and that was a more important matter as of.

"okay," he said, and that was that.

"okay," you repeated. "let's start with finishing this, yeah?" you looked down at your bothersomely big bucket of popcorn. "we can walk to the park and eat it and feed it to the ducks."

"actually, it's not safe for ducks to consume popcorn because it causes digestive issues especially if consumed in large quantities and disrupts their natural diet," the man recited matter-of-factly, blinking at you obliviously as if he just didn't acted like a fucking android. you huffed out a laugh. handsome and smart. pretty much a package deal.

"the popcorn will be just for us then," you promised, standing up. he followed suit, as a lone line of people started to exit the theater. "i hope you aren't a serial killer in disguise," you said jokingly, but not really, because that was a genuine threat. he laughed. it was a sweet, syrupy sound that you could soak up and not get sick of for a long time.

"that's ironic," he mumbled, and it flew past your head, you being too busy maneuvering out of the rows.

"what was that?"

"nothing," he smiled, bright and easy. the initial nervousness was already beginning to melt away. when you were side by side, his hand accidentally brushed yours and when you looked up at him, he was already looking another way, pretending to be distracted by the movie posters but the red in his ears and neck gave it away. you smiled to yourself and grabbed his hand, holding your bucket of popcorn in the other.

"i forgot," you said, suddenly. his head whipped around to face you, but not before lingering his gaze at your intertwined hands. "i didn't get your name."

it was a foolish thing to say, you were holding a man's hand and you were pressed up side-by-side against him and you don't even know his name. he smiled softly, though, like he didn't mind. "i'm spencer reid."

"i'm y/n y/l/n."

"hi y/n," spencer said. you exited the theater and he started slightly swinging your joined hands. you laughed, the popcorn and candy in the bucket rattling and threatening to spill but you didn't care. "i'm a little disappointed," he said, pouting a little bit, bottom lip jutting out. "i was excited for the movie."

you breathed out an incredulous laugh. what a guy.

"i wasn't," you said, honestly. yours and spencer's arms were still swinging, and you resisted the uncharacteristic giggle bubbling at your throat. "rather be doing this instead." unexpected date at the park with a pretty boy in a red sweater vest or a boring silent film? the answer sounded pretty obvious to you.

"hm," spencer hummed, amused. "i guess i can catch the movie some other time."

"you can catch it with me," you blurted, and it sounded too early to say. you haven't had a proper conversation with the guy yet, you didn't know what he does and how he is, you didn't know whether or not he has a cat or a dog or a parrot or a ferret or if his room is kept tidy or messy, and you didn't know how much you were going to like him once the night is over. asking for a second date when the first one hadn't even started felt like too much, but it also felt like the right thing to say.

and if it's right, it's good enough for you.

spencer smiled shyly. when you turned right on the street, he pulled you back by your hand and redirected you left. "let's go the scenic route," he said, casually, and you could tell by the magenta tinge in his cheeks and the way he was firmly looking forward, avoiding your eyes that he wasn't feeling as casual as he sounded.

"want some of my popcorn?" you offered, feeling the large bucket was burdening you.

"oh, no thanks," spencer said. "i'm sure the pigeons will appreciate it more than me."

"does popcorn ruin their digestive system and disrupt their natural diet, too?"

spencer popped a large grin. it sat beautiful on his pretty face. "you listened," he said happily, and it felt like a large airbag had just inflated in your lungs. "no, i think pigeons are too used to picking our food, especially those in the city," a long pause, and "in fact, pigeons have a stronger digestive system than most birds due to adaptation, but the strongest out of all of them are vultures, whose stomach acid are so strong it doesn't get sick e eating rotten and bacteria-infested meats."

you hummed. you wished you had paid closer attention to what he said, but instead you paid attention to the smooth sound of his voice and how nice it sounded. well. you'll get there one day.

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ticklishraspberries · 1 year

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I’m back at it again with my nonsense. If you feel up to it can you do Spencer/Derek lee Spencer with 51 or 6 please?

prompt list!!

6. “are you…? oh my god. you are.” / 51. “i’m not going to be taken down by something as childish as tickling.”

It all starts when Spencer, observant as ever, catches Derek flinching away from a scratch of Penelope's nails against his neck. Penelope barely notices, the movement so miniscule, but Spencer feels a delightful sense of mischief wash over him in that moment.

The next time he's got him alone, Spencer has to try it for himself. Everyone has left for the evening, even Hotch, leaving the bullpen empty except for the two of them.

Derek is mid-sentence, complaining about paperwork when Spencer reaches over the desk and prods two fingers into his side, and Derek's words cut off in a strangled sort of sound, not quite a laugh, but a reaction nevertheless.

"Are you...?" Spencer starts.

"Don't even think about it," Derek replies, giving the genius a warning look.

"Oh my god. You are. This is great," Spencer says, grinning. "Big, tough Agent Morgan is ticklish."

Derek sighs. "What's so great about it? Everyone is."

"Well, actually, most people are—"

"Is there anything you don't know?" Derek interrupts him.

"Well, until a minute ago, I didn't know that you're ticklish," Spencer replies, a smugness in his voice. "Now I know your weakness."

With an amused huff, Derek shakes his head. "Sorry, pretty boy. I'm not gonna be taken down by something as childish as tickling."

"Wanna bet?" Spencer asks, and before Derek can reply, he's already bringing his fingers back towards him.

He doesn't get far. Derek's hands grab ahold of his wrists, stopping his attack before it even starts, and suddenly, Spencer is regretting his cocky attitude. Because even if Derek won't be "taken down" by tickling, Spencer knows that he sure will be.

When Emily returns to the office a moment later, having forgotten her car keys, she walks in on Spencer shrieking with laughter while Derek holds his hands above his head with one hand, the other squeezing at his hip.

Derek notices her presence and offers her a casual smile, as if there's nothing odd about the situation.

"I'm not even gonna ask," she replies, shaking her head fondly. She walks right past them to grab the keys from her desk, then starts to leave the bullpen once again.

"Emily, hehelp!" Spencer cries.

"Sorry, I've gotta get home. Sergio misses me," she replies, offering him a look of fake sympathy over her shoulder. Of course, her cat probably couldn't give less of a fuck that she's not home, but all she knows is she's not getting involved in their ridiculousness.

As Derek's fingers climb higher, tweaking at his lowest rib, Spencer wails and kicks his legs, having been abandoned by his only hope of mercy.

Needless to say, no paperwork gets done that night.

#ok i started writing this and then realized the ask said lee!spencer so it's now them both switching sorry bout that anon lol #moreid #cm drabble #raspberry drabbles

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mybeautifulbeautifuleternal · 2 years

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“Relax sweetheart. This’ll be all over soon,” a crooning voice was soothing you, doing its best to lull you back to sleep. The tone was calm and the cadence reassuring. Your eyes slid closed again.

The scent of burning flesh hit your nose before you registered the searing pain. It flashed across your eyes, tearing tears from them. Your scream echoed fiercely around the small room you found yourself in.

“Stop! Stop! You’re ruining it! You always ruin everything!” The Unsub’s voice was rising into a screech to match your scream, frantically pacing back and forth across your line of sight.

As his words finally reached your understanding, you did your best to bite back your panic and pain. He had been calm and almost comforting before he had branded you like cattle, so it was probably in your best interest to fall in line with whatever disturbed fantasy he had.

It took a couple of minutes and you were sure you almost bit off your tongue in your attempt, but you finally managed to silence yourself. Tears still streaming down your face and an uncontrollable tremor shook you in your binds, but you were silent. Eventually, the Unsub noticed it was only his voice echoing now and abruptly shut his mouth.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You see? It wasn’t that bad! We had to do it, you know. It needed to be done,” he continued to voice encouragements and pacifying words, trying ineffectively to explain and describe what he did and why. You let his words enter one ear and exit the other, trying to turn your head and see past the blur of tears to see where you were.

While you trusted your team more than anything, you weren’t one to sit on your ass and not try to save yourself.

@themerrywhumpofmay

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thedelusionalbitchgianna · 3 months

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Therapist: Now what do we say when we have anxiety?

Emily: My anxiety may be chronic but this ass is iconic

Therapist: No!

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gtgbabie0 · 6 months

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-Spencer Reid x reader

{Spencer hates waking you up for multiple reasons}

Super fluffy!! kinda suggestive at the end... kinda. Hope you enjoy as always my lovelies! 💕

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Spencer just can’t seem to bring himself to do it, he was meant to wake you up hours ago but each attempt was pointless, and you certainly didn't make it any easier for him. You look so blissful with your cheek smushed against the pillow, the covers wrapped securely around your shoulders and he refuses to be the one to disturb you from such peace.

Perhaps that’s why he tries to take a gentler approach, walking into the dimly lit room trying not to be too loud. He sits beside you on the bed, his hand soothing along your arm as he watches you stir from your sleep.

“Y/n? You’ve got to wake up baby” he whispers, brushing your hair away from your eyes and tucking it behind your ear, the back of his fingers grazing against your warm cheek.

You groan something completely incoherent as you tug the covers over your head and he chuckles softly at the sight, trying to pull the blanket back away from you. He would feel guilty about it, but the sounds you're making are far too funny.

“Come on baby, it’s almost twelve o’clock. You’ve had six whole hours of sleep” he says with a gentle tone, leaning to press delicate kisses against your shoulder, his soft lips trailing up to your jaw as he tries to coax you from dreamland.

You huff, mumbling something before turning around away from him. “Please Spence, just five more minutes… m’so tired” your voice is muffled by the pillows as you nuzzle your face further into the warm fabric trying to block out the sunlight that peaks from behind the curtains.

“You say, ‘five more minutes Spence’ but I know for a fact you won't get up” he teases, his hand continues to soothe against your back in an attempt to stop you from falling back asleep.

Spencer watches as you shoot him a glare from over your shoulder, biting the inside of his cheek, trying to stop the smirk that teeters against his lips, as you turn back around to face him. “Did you just mock me?” You feign offence, the teasing look that flashes through your eyes gives you away.

“Are you going to get up?” He ignores your question, instead, he leans down to press another kiss on your cheek.

“No” you mumble, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Come on, I’ll make you pancakes?” he smiles, leaning into your touch slightly as your hand moves to cup his cheek, thumb caressing the space under his eye.

“Hmm… sweeten the deal, maybe give me a kiss or two?” you whisper, noticing the blush that dusts against his face.

He watches as you sit up, letting the covers fall from your shoulders as he stammers out a small “Okay” when your hand rests against his chest, the feeling of his soft sweater under your palm seems to draw you closer to him.

You decide to push your luck further, “Maybe even take a shower with me?” Your chest blooms with proud warmth as his face reddens, letting out a breathy chuckle.

He wonders if you have even the slightest idea of just how much you affect him. Just how much he’s insanely in love with you. But the look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know, the way they seem to light up with nothing but adoration.

“Of course” he smiles, pressing one final kiss to your cheek before standing up from the bed. “Lunch first though,” he says, walking over to the door, trying to stifle his laughter as you throw yourself back onto the bed, groaning his name. He walks into the kitchen yelling out for you to get up as he begins preparing some pancakes.

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cumulo-stratus · 2 months

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Could you do a fic of a reader with chronic pain x Spencer Reid? Please just fluff and maybe angst but obviously it's totally up to you. I've been having a few flare ups recently and it sucks ass.

Maybe Spencer like low key just makes them rest all day even though they want to help out with a case?

Love your writing btw! :)

French press coffee[s.r]

Spencer insist you take a break despite your insistence

WARNINGS- mentions of chronic illness symptoms,

Spencer Reid x gn!reader ][ fluff/hurt comfort ][ masterlist!!

a/n- The reader is implied to have chronic fatigue, or something similar but let me know if anything is inaccurate!

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You couldn't hold back a grimace when you finally reached a standing position after much effort. The pain radiated through the rest of your body, making it hard to function, not to mention the fog blanketing your brain.

But before you could even think about how to deal with the flare up, you dreadedly remembered you had work today. Well you had work (almost) everyday.

This meant walking to the train station with spencer. Then taking the 45 minute train ride, with Spencer. And then you and Spencer could finally get to work, only to then fly to god knows where and profile serial killers.

You internally sighed. You were in for a long day. But you couldn't let Spencer know that- or he would make you stay home from work like the wonderful boyfriend he was.

So you instead crept quietly out the door, wincing when it cracked slightly. As soon as you slipped through the door your shoulders relaxed and you padded into the kitchen to start coffee.

Or at least you tried to, but you were slowed down by the intense ache radiating in waves. Usually the pain was bearable, of course with the help of your accommodations, at home and at work- but not today. When you finally made it to the kitchen counter, you grabbed the kettle and started boiling water for the necessary caffeine.

Just because Spencer will accept any coffee, doesn't mean he isn't the eensiest bit a coffee nerd. He especially had a sweet spot for French press coffee.

Spencer felt the first sip was just that much more satisfying when you had to work a little bit for it.

Despite his wet noodle type physicality, he still always pushed his whole weight down on the pump. He would feel it slowly sink under his gaze and he would smile slightly.

You smiled at this thought as you sank down into one of the chairs sitting around the kitchen table.

But the smile faded as soon as it had placed itself on your lips when your mind came back to the pain aching through your body and fog coating your mind.

The whistling of the kettle woke Spencer, his face scrunching up at the unpleasant noise. With the hope of finding the source and stopping it. When your sleepy boyfriend broached the kitchen, he found you slightly hunched over the kitchen table in a chair.

but when you heard Spencer come in you stayed hunched until Spencer called your name and you perked up, noticing the boiling pot.

Spencer noticed your expression flicker when you stood up, and took note of that and the fact that you didn't notice the kettle boiling at first. Spencer could read you like a book, and right then- you were saying you were in pain. Well Spencer had to read between the lines, but he was just as good at that.

“Good morning my love,” Spencer mumbled into your shoulder, as he had now wrapped his arms around your waist while you poured the steaming water into the large canister.

you just so conveniently turned around to greet spencer just before you got to the step of pushing down on the pump, spencer took a note of this as well.

“good morning” but this time the smile actually reached your eyes when you spoke, Spencer always brightening your mood. you even forgot the pain for a brief moment when he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, your eyes easily drooping closed. But when he pulled away to finish the coffee, not commenting on your casual avoidance of the physical exertion portion of the process, reality came back harshly.

You took this opportunity to sit down, closing your eyes and sighing for a moment at being off your feet. Again, Spencer noted this to himself.

A couple minutes later, he approached you quietly, two mugs in hand. One was black with at least a couple tablespoons of sugar, and the other with just an average amount of cream and sugar.

Spencer pressed one into your eagerly awaiting hands, and the other onto the table while he put the coffee grounds away.

You could feel your boyfriend watching you carefully ever since he entered. Not only was he a profiler, but so were you. Although both of you knew he was watching, and the other knew, neither said anything. It was like an odd competition of who would bring it up first, you or him.

He won. “How's you feeling today?” Spencer spoke with a casual tone but the question held weight. the weight of the whole morning that had come before.

you smiled weakly as a response and shrugged, saying “ not too bad, i'll just bring my cane,” you tried to sound casual but Spencer could see right through you.

He threw a knowing look, his eyes holding empathy. You couldn't meet his gaze. “Angel-” Spencer couldn't get the rest of the sentence out before you interrupted firmly. “No- I'm going to work. We have cases, people need us.” You had a determined look on your face, you were always stubborn.

Spencer thought this to himself as his gaze softened, a sympathetic look creeping up. “Honey, you need to take care of yourself, it's okay to not go to work for one day. You'll be better help with the case when your not in pain and your more clear headed-”

You found it hard to argue, stuttering a bit before huffing and saying “but the team needs me…” your argument was meek, as you had essentially already accepted defeat.

Your disagreement made Spencer furrow his eyebrows, causing the familiar worry crease between the two form.

Though it was hard for Spencer to stay mad at you, especially when you looked so sweet like that. Sat at the kitchen table, a warm mug of coffee cupped between your hands, your hair a mess from sleep.

there was still a substantial amount of coffee left in your mug. You had forgotten it for arguing with your boyfriend.

Spencer Instead pushed himself up from his chair with a heave, making his way to you a couple steps away.

He reached out a hand. A compromise. You took it silently in surrender to Spencer's insistence. Although you didn't say anything Spencer could tell you were slightly embarrassed at needing to take a break.

He offered a small squeeze of your hand as reassurance, hoping to provide some comfort.

Spencer used his hold on your hand to lead you to your shared bedroom. He left a chaste kiss on your lips and left you to get ready.

He instead used the time to call your boss and explain the situation. You could vaguely hear Spencer speaking to someone on the phone as you pulled out some of your (Spencer's) most well worn lounge wear.

“Hey Hotch, ya, ya- oh really- are you sure?” You could only hear Spencer's side of the conversation as you entered the living room with your cane in hand.

Spencer threw you a smile as you walked up to him, taking his cheek in your palm and placing a soft kiss.

Once Spencer hung up the phone, he explained that Hotch had told him that it was mostly a paperwork day. This meant Spencer could stay home with you all day(as the workaholic he was he always brought his paperwork home anyways).

Despite having woken up not more than an hour ago, you were ready to sink into the couch, resting your cane against the side.

You weren't really listening to what Spencer was saying very well as the fog was growing thick in your mind.

Spencer almost immediately noticed, and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you into his side.

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling into his chest. Spencer placed one arm around your shoulder and used the other to work on some reports.

You spent most of the day in his arms, sleeping, or talking with your boyfriend. You tried doing some mission reports but your brain felt like sludge and your muscles ached.

But it wasn't as bad, because you had Spencer there with you.

The End

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