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includes: clark griffin, jennifer jareau, spencer reid, aaron hotchner & asami sato
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The Loves of Paris and Helen - Spencer Reid (smut)
Oh boy, it’s been a hot minute huh? Thanks to @deathofpeaceofmind I got into writing this fic. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Spencer tells the reader that he’d never make the first move, since he’s too scared of rejection, but maybe the reader’s problem of speaking before thinking finally gives Spencer the much needed push to confess his feelings.
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, choking, praise, soft!dom!Spencer, friends to lovers
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
header by @deathofpeaceofmind (2k words)
The city was busy, filled with people brushing past Spencer and (y/n), forcing them apart every few seconds. Annoyance was rushing through their systems, filling their veins like caffeine after drowning one too many cups of coffee. All Spencer wanted to do was be close to (y/n) while he read to her the notes he took at the screening of an old movie he watched yesterday, while all (y/n) wanted to do was feel him close as his voice lulled her along.
“So, it’s a love story basically, right?” (Y/n)’s voice was swallowed by the sounds of the metro, forcing Spencer to move even closer. Their hands brushed every few seconds, forcing their hearts to skip beats, and their lungs to ache for more air. Their relationship was anything but easy, even though both were close - probably closer than other friends they knew - and yet neither of them dared to act on their feelings.
“Yes!” Spencer kept rambling on, words (y/n) could barely focus on as she got lost in her daydream. Deep down she wanted nothing more than to pull him closer, to choose him as her lover just like Paris had chosen Helena, and yet (y/n) knew that crossing the line between friendship and a loving relationship would end just like Judgement of Paris had, in a war as brutal as the Trojan one.
“But why was he scared to make the first move? It sounds like her crush on him was quite obvious.” A chuckle rippled through (y/n) as her mind started to process the words rolling off her tongue, wondering how a man as smart as Spencer hadn’t picked up on the love she fostered for him yet. (Y/n) could still remember the first time she had begun to realise her feelings for the genius, how she had gotten lost in the story he spilled, heart skipping beats at the facts he shared with her like he was telling secrets to the night.
“Uhm, I guess he was scared of rejection? I don’t think I’d ever make the first move to be honest.” For the first time in hours Spencer found himself stumbling over his words, fumbling with the notebook he now pushed back into his bag before stepping into the approaching metro. The wagon was filled with people, pushing Spencer and (y/n) closer together, leaving both wondering if the other could pick up on their racing heartbeats.
„What? But why? As if you’d have to worry about rejection. Nobody would ever reject you, I for sure wouldn’t.“ For a few seconds neither (y/n) nor Spencer dared to speak up, eyes locked in an intense staring contest as they began to realise the weight of the words she had just spoken. She tried to clear her throat, forced to avert her gaze as a few people pushed past her, tugging her against Spencer’s chest. His hand found the small of her back, pressing her against him with a strong hold, forcing heat to arise in her system as if he was trying to burn her body.
No further words were spoken between the friends, not as they stepped out of the metro, not as they walked to (y/n)‘s apartment. It was some kind of routine between the two, Spencer would always accompany (y/n) on the walk back to her apartment, located only a few streets down from his. With their hearts still racing on, and their hands clinging to the straps of their bags, the two came to a halt in front of the house (y/n) lived in, eyes finding back to one another.
“Listen, Spence, I’m sorry for saying that, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomf-,” the rest of the sentence was swallowed by Spencer’s mouth, lips finding hers. It took (y/n) a second to snap into motion, not expecting him to kiss her with this much urgency, like a starving man clinging to any food he could find.
“You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, I should apologise for talking this long to realise that you felt the same.” His breathless words were pushed past his slightly swollen lips, making a smile tug on (y/n)’s swollen ones. Both looked at one another with something unfamiliar swimming in their pupils, driven by the need to feel one another’s body. Her hand found his, fingers interlaced to pull him into the house and up to her apartment.
The second their bags found their way to the ground of her dark apartment, their lips found back together, sharing another passionate kiss. Spencer’s hands found their way to her waist, keeping her close as if he had touched her like this numerous times, sharing one intimate gesture after another. Both couldn’t swallow down the nervousness flushing through their veins, and yet neither of them dared to let go, chasing the highs they had been dreaming of for years.
“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to pressure you.” Spencer’s voice was small, a hushed whisper that rang in her ears louder than any fired gunshot she had picked up on before. Her lust drunken pupils searched his, giving her a few seconds before she spoke up.
“You’re not pressuring me, Spence, I want this. Take me to my bedroom.” He guided her through the dark apartment, knowing the layout of the rooms by heart as if he was guiding her through his own home. As soon as they stumbled into her bedroom, he had her pinned against the door, slender fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse as he kissed his way down her throat. Her small moans rang in his ears, forcing a smirk to widen on his lips as he kept undressing her.
“I want to hear you, sweetheart, don’t hold back.” She could only nod, eyes squeezed shut, teeth buried in her lip as Spencer sucked on the spot that shot tingles down her spine, leaving (y/n) to arch into his chest. Her blouse fell to the ground, followed by the bra he undid moments later. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, prettier than any artwork I’ve got burned into my memory.”
“Bed, please.” Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle at the desperate whispers leaving her, taken by the heat his praises left her drowning in. His hands found her breasts, kneading her skin as he towered over her. (Y/n) had no control over her body, forced to rely on her instincts as she tugged on the fabric of his sweater, watching Spencer part from her to pull his sweater and shirt over his head. Her fingers ached to comb through his locks, wanting to tug on the roots as he buried himself deep inside of her.
“Tell me, what do you want?” She struggled to put her thoughts into words, eyes threatening to roll back as his hand found her jaw, thumb tracing the marks her teeth had left on her lower lip. “Speak up, sweetheart.”
“I,” a sigh left her as Spencer brushed his clothed bulge against her core, leaving her aching for more. “I need to feel you, all of you.”
A satisfied hum left Spencer as he kissed his way down to her stomach, fingers working on her trousers. She had soaked her panties, making Spencer chuckle in delight as he pulled the fabric down her legs, leaving her bare like an ancient statue crafted for his eyes only. His own masterpiece. His most prized possession. He’d never let her go.
“Look at you, you’re dripping baby, so needy for me.” Spencer fumbled with his own trousers for a few moments before he freed his cock, naked body finding its way back to her. (Y/n)‘s moans reverberated through the bedroom as Spencer brushed his fingers through her folds, collecting drops of her arousal before he started to circle her bundle of nerves, leaving her tensing below him.
“Spence, I need you to fuck me, want to feel you, please, want your cock so badly.” She choked on her words, gasping in surprise as Spencer pulled her to the edge of the bed, standing between her thighs. Their eyes kept holding contact as he tapped his cock against her folds, grinning at the goosebumps rising on her skin. With her hand finding his, Spencer watched her expressions change as he pushed into her, allowing her to adjust to the new sensation. “Oh fuck, god Spence.”
His raspy chuckles did little to ease the tension flushing through her body, leaving (y/n) begging for more. Only slowly did he start to build up his speed, pulling out of her to use more strength to bury himself deep inside of her. Their moans clashed together, forming an almost sinful mixture of sounds that could leave one dreaming of moments as raw as this.
One of her hands tugged on his, forcing him closer to grasp her throat, watching her eyes roll back into her head as he tightened his grip on her. Spencer fucked her without holding back, towering over like an ancient god using his power to guide her. It was sinful, and yet it felt all too fitting, like they’ve been crafted purely for this very moment.
“Touch yourself for me, baby.” He started down on her, not loosening his grip on her throat once as she sneaked a hand between their bodies, circling her pulsing clit. (Y/n) arched her back off the mattress, thighs quivering, her orgasm was close already, about to push through her without holding back.
Spencer was in awe, unable to rip his eyes from her as if he was solving a mystery that had been haunting him for years, the coil had finally snapped, everything had fallen into place. He wanted to curse himself for holding back on his feelings, knowing that their paths could have changed into this years ago. And yet he didn’t allow himself to dwell on it, building up the pressure of his rough thrusts to push her over the edge.
He watched (y/n) come undone on his cock, fucking her through her high with a proud smile before he pulled out of her. Her trembling hand pushed his away, rising up to pump his cock as fast as she could, holding eye contact all throughout the upcoming moments. Spencer came with a gasp, relieving himself on her naked chest, watching his cum drip down from her boobs. He couldn’t stop himself from scooping up a few drops with his thumb, forcing her lips apart to watch her suck on his digit.
“Fuck, I hope I’ll never never forget about this moment.” His whispers were swallowed by her chuckles, pulling Spencer down for a kiss before (y/n) murmured a soft “As if you’d ever forget something”.
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Because I Love You
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*new header! and post format! What do you think??*
Part 14 of Room 405
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Word Count: 5616
Warnings: choking, spitting, handcuffs, leather cuffs, restraints, frog-tie restraints, ceiling hooks, suspension, belts, whipping, spanking, begging, humiliation, subspace, smacking, biting
Summary: Spencer and Reader speak a truth to one another they haven't before... and decide to prove just how much they trust and love one another
You woke up alone.
It took you a moment to realize where you were, sitting up and wrapping the comforter protectively around you. Streams of carmel flowed through the curtains, pouring over you and bathing the dark room in a foggy glow.
“Spencer?” you asked quietly, but no reply came.
Frowning, you whipped off the covers and padded into the living room. The place was a mess, covered in books mostly, but there were a few piles of vinyls and tables filled with Doctor Who and Star Trek knicknacks all over them as well.
You called out his name again, jumping when you heard a gurgling noise. Stepping carefully down the hallway, you peeked into his small kitchen. The warmer on the coffee pot read 90 minutes, so he had to be around here somewhere.
Light came through a set of french doors at the end of the hall, and you walked toward them and peeked through the windows.
Spencer sat on the balcony in a fold out chair, his feet settled on the iron ledge as he read from a book in his corduroy covered lap. He bit at his cuticles with one hand, the other palming a coffee mug on a little table.
Knocking softly on the window, you opened the doors and stepped out. Spencer’s head shot up from his book, and when he laid eyes on you he smiled softly. He snapped the book shut and set it on the table, standing and scooping you up into a big bear hug.
His naked chest was cold against your skin through your slip as your feet left the ground, and you couldn’t help but giggle as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Spencer grunted in satisfaction as he gave you another big squeeze before setting you down.
He kissed your forehead and then your lips, and your hands moved to cup his jaw as you moaned into his mouth. When he pulled away his cheeks were tinged a light pink, “Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Good morning,” you said quietly, still a bit embarrassed at your dramatics last night. “Thanks for letting me come over.”
Spencer made a face like, of course I let you come over, “You’re welcome anytime. C’mere.”
He beckoned you over to one of the chairs, kissing the top of your head before he went back inside. You peeked at the book he was reading, The Narrative of John Smith by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and shook your head in amusement. You wondered how quickly it’d take him to read this one.
You’d never read it before, so you opened the front cover to see if the synopsis was on the inside, and were instead confronted with a woman’s handwriting and a quote.
"Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone. We find it with another." - XO Maeve
“Maeve,” you whispered to yourself as your eyes followed the confident curves of her letters. It was a beautiful name, probably belonging to an equally beautiful woman, and you smiled softly.
“What did you say?” Spencer’s voice came from behind you, and when you turned he was watching you with wide eyes, holding a coffee cup in the other.
“The name in the book, Maeve,” you said innocently. “Whoever wrote this quote.”
Spencer swallowed thickly, his fingers going lax on the handle and spilling coffee over the side. He cursed to himself and stepped back before the hot liquid poured over his toes. You stood and took the mug from him, setting it on the table behind you.
Looking up at him softly, you smoothed your palms over his chest, “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”
Spencer sighed sadly, and he brought both his hands up to hold your face gently between them. He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed as he drank you in and poured himself out, giving you a piece of himself silently.
“You could never,” he whispered as he pulled away, licking his parted lips and watching you worriedly.
You poked the tip of his nose with your finger, earning a small grin from him and making you feel better, “Tell me what’s going on in that head, Spencer.”
He deflated a bit, and his gaze flicked back to the book before coming back to you. He squeezed your cheeks between his palms, so you made a fish face and stuck your tongue out at him just to make him laugh.
“You’re so weird,” he chuckled, shaking his head.
“You’re not getting outta this, no matter how much you try to distract me,” you replied.
Spencer clicked his teeth and nodded, “Yeah, I figured…”
He scooped you up suddenly, settling you against his chest with his hands under your backside like you were an oversized toddler. Sitting back down on the chair, he leaned back and rested his strong grip on your hips, looking troubled.
You brushed your fingers gently along his chest, threading through the little tufts of hair in an attempt to soothe him and make him feel more comfortable. He just picked up your hand and pressed his lips to the backs of your knuckles.
“She was someone I loved…” he said quietly, his voice wracked with a pain you’d only heard when he asked you for the first time about your husband. “She died… a long time ago, but that book was something we shared.”
“Oh, Spencer,” you breathed, and now it was your turn to pull his hand up to your own lips, kissing his big one softly as you cradled it protectively in your own. “I’m so sorry you lost her.”
“I should have told you sooner,” he murmured, but you shook your head.
“I just thought it was from an ex you were embarrassed to tell me about,” you told him, guilt filling you like boiling water. “I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
Spencer chuckled, and you were relieved to see him smile at you once more, “She’s the only one I’ve loved the way that I love you.”
The breath caught in your throat, and you stared at him wide-eyed. Spencer's brows raised, "Shit, I'm sorry… I-."
His face morphed into something fierce, something determined, and he set his jaw and looked at you, "You know what? I'm not sorry, not at all. I love you, I do… I really fucking love you."
"You don't even know me," you found yourself whispering, as if your mouth had a mind of its own.
Spencer cocked his head, "I know what I need to."
Spencer's worried face watched you, and after a moment the shock faded and you grinned at him, "I know that I love you too."
Relief overtook him, and he smiled gratefully back, "Thank God."
He buried his face in your chest, pressing a hot kiss between your breasts that made you shudder in the morning chill.
"How long do I have you?" he mumbled against your breasts, the noise muffled.
You threaded your fingers into his hair and held him close, grinning when you felt his tongue lick a stripe from your bosom to the column of your neck… you were in for it now.
"I need to be home by noon."
Spencer pulled back enough to check his watch, 6:13 am. He gave you a dark look and smirked deliciously, "Let me fuck you."
You chuckled, "Dr. Reid, how you romance me."
Spencer rolled his eyes in good humor, “Please let me fuck you.”
His grip on your hips turned tight, his nails nearly digging into your skin through your silk slip. He leaned in and sucked a hard bruise into the apex of your shoulder, groaning and bucking his hardening length up into you.
“Please let me fuck you,” he moaned, laving his tongue along what was sure to be a deep purple welt on your neck. “Show me how much you trust me, sweetheart, let me see how much you love me.”
You shivered under the weight of his words, knowing it was a devilish game he was making up on the fly, and after the day you’d had yesterday, you were more than willing to play.
“Let me prove it to you, daddy,” you murmured into his hair as he nipped his way up behind your ear. Your hips jerked forward when he rolled your earlobe between his teeth, “Let me show you how much I love you.”
Spencer let out a sharp grunt, and then you were being thrown over his shoulder and carried inside. The coffee was long forgotten on the table as he treated you like a hunted animal, holding you tightly to him with a possessive hand on your ass.
He threw you onto the bed roughly, and you bounced with the force. You tried to sit up but he only shoved you down with a palm on your chest. Your legs splayed open and wanting, and without a word he reached under your slip and dragged your panties off and slipped them into his pocket.
His palms smoothed up your thighs, his wet kisses following their wake. Your pussy throbbed with want as he got closer and closer, and when he gripped the hem of your slip he groaned in annoyance.
“I can’t rip this, can I?” he asked with a heavy sigh. “You have to go home to the kids.”
You laughed lightly and swung your thigh in to smack the side of his cheek, “There’s leggings and a shirt in my purse.”
“Oh, thank God,” he praised you, and then he shredded the slip. The ripping noise echoed around the apartment as the silk tore apart in his strong hands.
Your breasts bounced in the cool air, your skin already patched red with excitement. He tore it the rest of the way off and threw it to the side, kissing his way up your body with tongue and teeth grazing along your skin.
Pulling your nipple into his mouth, Spencer swirling his tongue around your aching bud, and your back arched as you moaned. Your head hit the pillows when he nipped it hard, and you let out a cry of shock.
Looking up at him in betrayal, Spencer grinned as he sucked your breasts like it was all he was meant to do. He switched between them, tweaking the other as he went to work with his glorious tongue.
You wriggled as you moaned, but his hips pressed against yours kept you in place. Just as you were becoming a whining whimpering mess, Spencer pulled off your tit with a soft pop.
One of his hands wrapped around your throat as he reached over to the nightstand. Your pussy clenched excitedly as he choked you, slowly building pressure as he dug through a drawer.
You began to drool while he ignored you and your struggling beneath his grip. Even though your face was turning red, you could have cum right there, just from him choking the lights out of you.
He released you as he pulled a pair of shiny silver handcuffs from the table, and you sat up rubbing your throat as you tried to coax some air back into your lungs.
Just as you were starting to breathe normally, Spencer slapped the cuffs over one of your wrists, and you were suddenly being dragged down the bed. You hit the floor with your knees, but Spencer ignored your grunt of pain and cuffed your other wrist.
Lifting you by the handcuffs, Spencer latched you to a hook on the ceiling, leaving your feet dangling, toes barely brushing the carpet. Your biceps were hot against your ears as the blood flowed through your veins, and you gripped the cool metal tightly for purchase. Fuck, you were so turned on, and you had no idea what he had planned for you.
But you trusted him.
“You just have a hook on your ceiling?” you rasped, and Spencer just smiled.
He stepped up to you slowly, trailing his fingertips up your side. Smirking, Spencer pinched one of your nipples with his fingers, laughing when you yelped.
“Before you and Room 405…” he murmured, running the pad of his thumb over your bruised skin in an attempt to soothe. “I brought my subs here.”
You watched him through your lashes, chest heaving as your cunt dripped your excitement down your thighs. “You got a hotel just for me?”
“Because you love me,” you whispered back, and he nodded.
“I wanted more anonymity than I could get bringing people here,” he whispered. His hand smoothed up your side and chest, soon enough cupping your face. He leaned in and brushed his nose against yours. “I don’t want anonymity anymore… I want you, in public, all the time.”
“Because I love you.”
Spencer leaned in and kissed you deeply, full of love and care and so much reverence that you could have burst into tears. When he pulled away he leaned his forehead against yours, “I’m gonna hurt you, sweetheart, but then I’m gonna patch you up. You know why?”
“Because you love me,” you said again, and he nodded again.
Spencer pulled away from you and bit his lip, sighing as he watched you hang from his ceiling in nothing at all. He unbuckled his belt and slowly slid it from the loops, keeping eye contact with you as he did so. Holding the buckle in one hand, he slid his palm over it and folded it in half, sliding one end through the buckle and making a loose noose.
“Color?”
“Green, daddy.”
You licked your lips as he approached you, delicious anxiety pulsing through your veins. He dragged the supple leather across your collarbones, then up your neck, pushing it into your throat for a second. You swallowed thickly, feeling it hard against your skin, and smiled up at him.
“Tell me you love me,” he commanded, and you grinned in anxious anticipation.
“I love you, daddy.”
His hand shot out, slapping you sharply with his open hand. Your head rocked to the side, pain sparking up your cheek as you gasped in shock. You rubbed your thighs together, the sensitive flesh coated in your slick.
Spencer breathed heavily as you looked up at him through teary lashes, his chest turning red as his pants tented with his hard-on.
“Tell me you love me,” he said again.
“I love you, daddy,” you murmured excitedly, and this time he backhanded you.
You cried out as your head shot to the other side, tasting a bit of blood where your teeth hit the inside of your cheek. You felt it spill onto your bottom lip, and when you looked tearily to Spencer he reached up and held your jaw in his hand.
His thumb brushed gently along your chin, and he leaned in close, “Open your mouth.”
You did as you were told, and Spencer spat onto the flat of your tongue. You swallowed without him having to ask you to, tasting the metallic mix of your blood and his spit coating your throat.
He released his hold on your jaw, but he still held the belt in his other hand, and you watched it warily as his free one trailed his knuckles down your stomach. He cupped your vulva in his big hand, forcing your legs apart and giving you even less autonomy to hold yourself evenly than before.
Spencer kissed you sloppily, groaning as he licked the blood in your mouth. He sucked on your tongue as his fingers grazed your soaking pussylips, and you let out a shuddering moan.
“Tell me you love me, you dirty whore,” he whispered dangerously, and you grinned.
He loved you. He was your boyfriend. He was your dom.
Spencer knew how to keep them separate, to take care of you when you needed to cry and be held, and how to take care of you when you needed to be beaten into submission.
Because he loved you.
“I love you, da-,” you started, but you were cut off when he shoved two fingers roughly into your pussy, stretching you with no prep on his thick digits.
Your legs flailed in shock, but you had nothing to hold onto but the cuffs digging into your wrists. You moaned anyways as he pumped them, spreading them into a V and stretching you just for him.
"You love it when I hurt you, don't you slut?" he asked lowly, and he kissed away the tears that spilled from your eyes.
"Y-yes," you whimpered, leaning into the soft press of his lips as he assaulted your cunt with his insistent hand.
You let out a cry of relief and pathetic wanting as he slipped his fingers from you, going limp in your restraints. He rounded you quickly and you jumped as the leather belt slid against your ass cheek.
Spencer gripped your hair harshly and pulled your head back. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder and pressed his clothed dick between your cheeks, making you cry out.
He breathed heavily in your ear and pressed a wet kiss to your neck, "Beg for it."
You shuddered, grinning and letting out a nervous giggle. Swallowing thickly and trying to hide some of your excitement, you turned your head a bit to press your cheek against his.
“Hurt me, daddy,” you told him. “I love it when you hurt me, please… put me in my place.”
Spencer clicked his teeth and took a step away from you, but not before squeezing a comforting hand on your hip. You heard the shuffling of the belt buckle as he shifted in his hand, but nothing prepared you for the feeling of the leather coming down on your backside.
It rocketed heat up your upper thigh and butt cheek, and you yelped in pain. He brought it down again, this time on the other cheek, and tears sprung into your eyes as the shock of heat blossomed across your skin.
“C’mon, you filthy painslut,” Spencer barked cruelly behind you. The belt landed across both sides of your ass this time, the snap echoing around the room along with your cry. “Louder.”
Your chest heaved as you tried to hold back your sobs. The pain was delicious, aching and beautiful… and you wanted more.
“Fuck, please daddy!” you cried out, and you were rewarded with the flat of his hand across your ass. “I want it so bad, it’s all I want. I want you to hurt me, bruise me, fuck me until I can’t move… please!”
Spencer grunted as he snapped the belt across you again, this time catching the backs of your thighs. Tears burst from you as he did it again and again, moving up and down from your swelling cheeks to your thighs to your calves.
Soon enough you dangled by your wrists, any fight you may have had gone from your body. You sobbed with your head hung, your pussy sopping wet and empty while your entire backside burned.
“One more, sweetheart,” Spencer soothed you, and he smoothed his fingertips up one of your legs and over your back. He pressed his knuckle in between your shoulder blades and whispered in your ear, “Right here.”
“Please, please,” you begged through hiccuping sobs. “I need it, daddy… I need you to hurt me.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart,” Spencer cooed from behind, but he panted heavily as he did so. “You know why?”
“Because you love me,” you whimpered, and Spencer chuckled far more gently than he’d been hitting you.
“I do love you, sweetheart,” he said, and then there was a swishing sound as the belt swung through the air.
You shrieked as it connected with your shoulder blades, already aching from being suspended for so long. Immediately, Spencer was unhooking you from the latch on the ceiling and cradling you in his arms.
He set you on the bed and uncuffed you, brushing back your hair and kissing your face all over. You blubbered and cried as he calmed you down, whispering sweet words to you.
“Good girl, you’re such a good girl,” he said emphatically, nosing yours with his and pressing his lips to your tear-stained cheeks. “You did such a good job for me.”
“I-I did?” you asked quietly, and he nodded.
“You’re always my good girl, sweetheart.”
But you were still so wet, and he’d hardly touched you where you needed him to. You rubbed your thighs together and whined, they were so sore and red, and Spencer chuckled.
“Are you ready for more?” he asked softly, and he kissed your forehead quickly.
“Need more, daddy,” you slurred, in that sweet spot of pain and sweetness from him that lulled you into complacency.
There was only this, right now. You always thought you could never have that outside Room 405, but here Spencer was again… proving you wrong.
He crawled off the bed and pulled a long box out from under it. You rolled to your side to peek inside, but he shut the lid enough to give you a hard look and said, “Lay your ass down.”
Making a face, you did as you were told, and soon enough he came back with a set of Frog-Tie restraints. You recognized them from bondage shops and the like, but you’d never used any yourself.
They were essentially two sets of three different sized leather belts. The larger belt wrapped around your thigh, and your wrist and ankle were strapped in the smaller ones. It forced your legs to bend back, making a frog leg position, hence the name, with your wrist attached to your ankle.
Spencer wrapped the big belt around your thigh, gently tightening it to your size. He lifted your leg gently and bent it so your calf pressed against the back of your thigh. You hissed as the heated skin made contact, but Spencer didn’t stop, just cuffed you in and placed a kiss on your knee.
He did the same to the other leg but kept your wrists free. Your skin was already raw and sore against the soft cotton of his bedsheets, bruised and red beyond recognition you were sure. He lifted one of your hands and kissed the inside of your wrist.
“Color?” he asked hopefully, and you smiled up at him where you lay on your back.
“Green, daddy.”
He guided each hand one by one down to rest by your ankles and belted you into the restraints. Your arms were pressed tightly to your sides, your legs bent tightly together as Spencer spread your legs.
He licked his lips and inspected your pussy, trailing one finger up your soaking slit, “My little pain-addicted slut… all wet from some spanking.”
He slid one finger easily inside, and were you with anyone else, you may have cringed from the squelching noise it made. But you were with Spencer, and you just sighed in relief as your sopping wet cunt welcomed him. He slipped another in with it and moved so he laid flat on the bed to watch his fingers disappear inside you.
Spencer’s eyes were wide, his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip as he pumped them. You sighed and arched your back, your legs clenching without conscious thought. It stung, your sensitive flesh rubbing together, hot and swollen and giving you more pain even without him hitting you.
His fingers spread gently, stretching you much nicer than before when he was plunging them into you harshly. The pain mixed with the soft touches made you melt into the mattress, reveling in the feeling of them both mingling together in the deepest parts of your mind.
Spencer moved forward on the bed, the wrinkling of the sheets the only thing you heard as your eyes fluttered closed. His tongue ghosted along your clit, making your hips jump, but he pressed it down harder.
Spencer spit on your clit, making you shudder as his hot tongue quickly replaced it again. Sucking the little bud, Spencer worked you over with his mouth and his fingers. His moans reverberated through your muscles, reaching your ears as you whimpered with each thrust of those long digits pushing against your aching walls.
Just as you were about to cum, Spencer pulled away, slipping his fingers and wiping them on his pants. You wanted to cry, and you angled your head up to stare at him teary-eyed, but he was just sitting on his knees and smiling at you.
Crawling over you, Spencer loomed above your restrained body. You could move, couldn’t touch him, and he was careful not to touch you as he watched you sniffle. He nuzzled your nose with his and whispered against your lips.
“Tell me you love me.”
You licked your lips and whispered back, “I love you.”
Spencer threaded his fingers around your throat, holding his palm against your neck for a moment before he began to squeeze. You stretched as well as you could so he had more room, his dark eyes watching as your face began to heat up.
“Tell me you love me, cocksleeve,” he said again, brushing his lips against yours but not kissing you. You tried anyway, but he pulled just out of your reach.
You grunted in frustration, but he throttled you a bit, shaking you by the neck and clenching his jaw, “Tell me, you filthy little hole, tell me you love me.”
“I love you, daddy,” you told him earnestly, and you arched your back to present your naked bosom to him as proof.
Spencer laughed softly, using his free hand to fondle your breasts as he tightened his hold on you. His palm pushed against your throat and he finally leaned down to kiss you. His tongue snaked into your mouth, licking every part he could reach before sucking your tongue.
You shuddered and moaned as his teeth grazed the muscle, your achingly empty pussy clenching loudly between you. Spencer grunted and released you, hopping off the bed and shucking his pants.
He crawled back on the bed, and as he gripped his dick by the base and slid into you, you closed your eyes in relief. All your problems faded away, kept outside your mind by the fuzzy haze of love and trust between you and this beautiful man inside you.
Spencer groaned as he bottomed out, grinding his cock against your fluttering walls. He breathed out a shaky sigh as he rolled his hips experimentally, his hands smoothing down your sides to grip your hips. His heavy cock filled you perfectly, like it was made to fit nestled inside your cunt forever.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, pulling out a bit. His jaw hung open as he watched his slick-covered length throb partially inside you. “You like it when daddy beats you, huh?”
“Yeah, daddy,” you whimpered with a dopey smile, “do it more.”
Spencer grinned slyly at you, and then he pulled out all the way. Before you knew it you were being flipped onto your chest and knees, your locked wrists still connected to your ankles. Spencer didn’t even give you a pillow to hold you up with, just held you down by the back of your neck and shoved his cock back inside you.
You cried out from the intrusion, but he didn’t stop. He pummeled your cunt furiously, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. His fingers dug bruises into your skin, and his other hand came down sharply on your ass.
“You want pain, you little bitch in heat?” he growled as he did it again, making you cry out into the sheets. The flat of his palm smashed into your backside repeatedly as he pounded you from behind, and all you could do was take it.
You drooled into the mattress as your eyes rolled back, relishing each sting and slap that came from this man that you loved. “Mmm, love it, daddy! Want more, please!”
Spencer grunted animalistically as his slaps moved up to your back and sides. They were aching and bruising, making the others that were already along your backside flourish with another round of pain and pleasure.
Gripping your hair harshly, Spencer pulled you so your back arched even further. Your body was held up only by his hand in your locks, and he slapped the side of your tit before pinching your nipple tightly between his fingers.
“Oh god, yes,” you cried out, trying and failing to rock back onto his cock as he pulled you by your hair. Your scalp stung with the force, and his hand moved back to slap your already beaten ass again.
“You’re so fucking pathetic,” he snarled, and it brought tears to your eyes even though you smiled like a cat. He smacked you again, even harder, and you yelped sharply. “You love me so much you’ll let me beat the ever loving shit out of you, won’t you?”
“Yes, daddy, yes!” you yelled. Your pussy made the most beautiful squelching noises as he railed you with every bit of force he could muster.
Spencer tugged on your hair again, and he gripped your mottled ass cheek fiercely in his other hand. He shoved into you as hard as he could, making a pained sob burst from your chest as you became so full surely you must be splitting in two.
“Tell me you love me,” he commanded, a barking yell that made your cunt begin to tremble.
“I love you, Iloveyoudaddy, oh god!” you screamed with each pounding of your pussy with his thick cock. The blunt head throbbed inside you, pushing insistently into your gspot as your whole body began to shake with pleasure.
“I love you, I fucking love you, jesus fuck!” you babbled, getting so lost in the pain and euphoria of having him use you like a doll, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. “I love you, Iloveyou, daddy. Iloveyou!”
Everything went white as your orgasm shredded through you, the stinging heat from his beating and the blood rushing through your veins making everything too heavy and too light at the same time. Your body spasmed agonizingly beautifully, your fingers and toes splaying as your body seized in orgasmic wonder.
“I love you, sweetheart,” Spencer groaned as you went limp in his grasp, and he shoved you face first into the bed again, his hand smacking your ass again. “I love you so much, you have no fucking idea.”
He slapped you all over while holding you down, and you started to wince with each one as he fucked your pussy raw. He spoke incoherently with each rock of his dick inside you, his balls heavy as they hit your sore clit over and over.
“You’re the love of my fucking life, baby, I swear,” he moaned, shoving himself balls deep inside and digging his nails into the back of your neck.
His cum hit your cervix with a hot spurt and a pained groan. You knew if you could see him now that thick vein would be popping out of his forehead with the effort of his release, and it made your exhausted cunt clamp around his throbbing length.
It jerked inside as you came again, moaning and whining at the same time as he emptied himself inside your pussy. He filled you wondrously, each twitch of his cock spurting once more with a fresh round of spend. He groaned each time in your ear, getting lower and lower until he laid on top of you, clinging limply to your and whimpering against your heated skin.
When it finally ebbed, you laid in a puddle of tears and drool and a mixture of yours and Spencer’s cum leaking between your spread thighs. Spencer sighed and kissed your cheek tiredly, then licked away some of the sweat on your cheek.
You moaned weakly, your eyes struggling to stay open after his onslaught of roughness and sweet words. Spencer’s trembling hands smoothed up your sides and he whispered into your ear.
“You did so good, sweetheart, I’m so proud of you.”
You let yourself go limp with sleep, and when you awoke Spencer was still talking softly to you. You laid flat on your belly as he rubbed cooling ointment into your bruised backside, but you began to twitch and wince as you came to.
“So perfect, you’re so goddamned perfect,” he murmured, rubbing the sore muscles of your thighs and calves. You moaned and melted into the sheets, covered in both of your spend and sweat and leftover lust. “I love you, sweetheart, make sure you remember that.”
After cleaning you off and easing the aches in your body, Spencer moved you to your back and settled you into the covers. He pressed soft kisses over every inch of you, touching you with reverence and care in each brushing of his strong hands on your bruised skin.
When he reached your face he kissed you gently, but you couldn’t give much back to him in your exhausted state. He simply chuckled and kissed his way down your cheek and jaw before lying on top of you and nestling his way into your hair.
You brushed shaky fingers through his mussed curls as the sun finally rose all the way through the curtains. His perky little butt was bathed in orange light, and you closed your eyes, sighing contentedly.
“I know you do,” you whispered into his neck. “I love you, Spencer.”
“I know you do,” he said softly back. “I love you, too.”
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Notes: I definitely cried writing this chapter lol! Also, trying something new with my post formats... what do you think???
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ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
ꜱꜱᴀ ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴡɪꜰᴇ!
The one thing the team didn’t know was the fact that SSA Aaron Hotchner was happily married to non-other than SSA [Y/N] [Y/L/N]-Hotchner, supervisor of the most successful team in counterterrorism. The day the last team member - Spencer Reid - puts one and one together marks the day of the warmest welcome in the world. (pure fluff)
ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴏɴᴇꜱꜱ
It was supposed to be an ordinary day: SSA Aaron Hotchner and SSA [Y/N] [Y/L/N]-Hotchner kissed their son goodbye in front of his school and went to work. They would pick him up after his after-school activities, and they would have their Friday night pizza dinner in front of the tv with Jack’s favorite show or film. But nothing went as it should have. (angst/fluff)
Other characters will come with time and inspiration.
header by the amazing @zjmprentiss
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500 Followers Celebration!
um oh my GOD!?!?
I seriously cannot thank all of you so so so so so much for liking and reblogging and commenting on the fics but then actually following me? You are all so crazy for that. But, seriously, thank y’all so much!
please ignore the quickly thrown together Canva header for this lmao as I am fully on vacay for the New Years.
So, in celebration and in honor of you all: more fan fiction!! Yay!!! I will be writing requests that you all send in! All of the information you need is below!
Rules:
✧ Send me a character and up to two prompts per request. (possibly three if they work hella good together)
✧ You can mix and match prompts from the four lists below (e.g. smut prompt & fluff)
✧ it might take me a while to get through them so please be patient. I’m currently on holiday until Jan 10, so please be patient!
extra stuff:
✧ feel free to message me about any requests if you’d like to talk about them
✧ if you have any questions, send me a message!
✧ I am still getting comfortable writing smut! Don’t get me wrong, love reading it, love writing it, but I just wanted to send a lil fyi.
characters:
Steve Harrington - Spencer Reid - Draco Malfoy
(That’s right, adding new characters to the Sweatervest canon for the 500 celebration!)
prompts:
fluffy prompts
hurt/comfort prompts
smut prompts
smut dialogue prompts
Credit to @skywlker-sluvtt for the layout and links and wording of this post. I highly recommend all of her writing !!
Credit to the amazing people that created the prompts!
@creativepromptsforwriting @writtenonreceipts @anotheropti @rainysoot
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behind the scenes of spence-tober 2023
welcome to a small behind the scenes post about my experience doing a october writing challenge/spencetober! i feel like most people reading this do know me from spence-tober in which i wrote a blurb every single day with a fem!reader and an alternate universe version of spencer reid.
in this behind the scenes post, i’ll be covering my process, hurdles in writing, and some ideas that got scrapped last minute. and at the end, i’ll be announcing what my writing will be like moving forward.
no. 1
my process
the first thing i did was create a new folder and google doc and listed out potential ideas before the start of october. i was on a vacation/holiday so i had a lot of time to plan this out and work on it before october even started.
i always feel better when planning something and i knew, knowing me, i would only finish and complete this month long writing and posting challenge if it was thoroughly planned out and i had multiple failsafes in case life got in the way. because lets be honest, life is unpredictable and sometimes i have slumps of ‘laziness’ or other obligations to get to.
no. 2
hurdles in writing
i am not sure when i exactly started writing for spencetober, the original planning document was created on the 18th of september and by the end of october, i had written around 9 or 10 drabbles and had them ready to schedule in my queue. i left my vacation around the 9th of october and didn’t get back to my home base until the 11th.
prior to traveling back to my home base, i had a queue ready for the next 7-8 days of posting which made me feel very prepared and not guilty at all about not writing while traveling. i think i did squeeze in like one blurb while traveling though.
i continued to write once returning while also taking care of my other obligations and then hit a snag when i agreed to do some short term dog sitting that was literally only for two nights but i got very lazy after this and just let my queue run out until i had nothing left to post.
i honestly didn’t mind the ‘stress’ from having nothing ready to post until the next day but this didn’t occur really until the last few days of october. i still always somehow had a buffer of at least one to two in case i hit writers block or a slump or something happened in life that i just couldn’t avoid.
no. 3
recommendations
if you want to attempt a month long writing challenge in which you post and write every single day without fail, here are my recommendations and tips: (this is also for me if i attempt something similar next year)
- plan ahead of time
my version of planning was a google doc with 31 numbered ideas and i would italize them as i finished creating the header and cross it out/strike it out as i finished the blurb and it was ready for posting and in the queue scheduled. if i had a particular idea for the blurb, i would leave a ‘comment’ or ‘suggestion’ as a reminder and note to come back to later!
- get into a routine (writing, prepping headers a bunch at a time, etc)
- have a buffer
- don’t stress too much! if you don’t make it, its not the end of the world and you don’t owe it to anyone to commit so much of your time. do it for fun!
no. 4
bts fun facts
some au’s of spencer that got scrapped included:
poet!spencer
dentist!spencer
daycare worker!spencer
photographer!spencer
train conductor!spencer
cowboy!spencer
mariner!spencer
and the last casualty who got cut last minute,
zookeeper!spencer
(i even had a header ready for this one!)
i couldn’t muster up the inspiration to write this one with the prompt i already had noted (which was a chaperone trip meet cute with giraffes) and since it was one of the last five to be written, i couldn’t dawdle on the idea and moved on (which was actor spencer and baseball spencer).
most of these just got left in the dust for too long like poet and dentist and i couldn’t think of a good enough idea for the blurb. some of these were too similar to others, like daycare worker (the teacher ones) and photographer (painter and wildlife photographer). mariner got replaced with fisherman. some of the ideas that came to me and weren’t part of the original idea brainstorm session include model, indie director, wildlife photographer, gymnast, and baseball (among many others).
no. 5
new plans!
i have a few small series that i want to test out. i’ve done some long form writing content before (on wattpad with many chapters and books) but i noticed that tumblr promotes a lot of small chapter batch series and i really want to try it out with ideas that i’ve had for the criminal minds guys (hotch, alvez, reid, and morgan (sorry rossi)) that i don’t want to end up turning into a full blown long fic.
i have a good idea for a tester fic series for hotch that i might get started on soon, but until then, i have every intent to continue doing one shot;one episode.
also, these au’s of spencer still have me in a chokehold and i would love to write more small blurbs, drabbles, and headcannons of my favorites and your favorites!
and that's all! thanks for reading some little snippets that i wanted to share about doing a month long writing challenge like this because i always see people committing to these, but i really wanted to try my best to finish it to the best of my ability and i did!
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Navigation ☆ About Me
About Me:
→ name: emmy/emily/mills
→ age: nineteen
→ religion: Christian
→ pronouns: she/her
→ zodiac: leo ☼ libra ☽ aquarius ↑
→ personality: enfp ☆ 2w3 ☆ gryffindor
→ other stuff: chronically ill ☆ suspected neuro divergent ☆ currently studying creative writing
My Favorites:
→ shows/movies: criminal minds, stranger things, supernatural, dharma & greg, alexa & katie, monsters inc, the princess bride, hot air, peanuts, twilight, harry potter, christopher robin
→ characters: spencer reid, penelope garcia, steve harrington, robin buckley, max mayfield, sam winchester, dharma montgomery, greg montgomery, alexa mendoza, sulley, westley, buttercup, lesley smith juniment, woodstock, snoopy, alice cullen, seth clearwater, winnie the pooh
→ music: one direction, niall horan, harry styles, noah kahan, blake rose, taylor swift, hozier, sabrina carpenter, five seconds of summer, bts, lewis capaldi, julia michaels, phoebe bridgers
→ romantic ships: spencelle/reidaway, hotchniss, demily, garvez, dharma x greg, spenlexa, buttercup x westley, lesley x summer, jalice
→ platonic ships: garceid, moreid, morcia, stobin, elmax, stustin, kalexa (?), bellice
→ interests: novel writing, screenwriting, acting, fashion, baking, listening to music, watching new shows + movies
About This Blog:
→ who i will write for: steve harrington, eddie munson, billy hargrove, jonathan byers (i may branch out in the future, these are just the ones i feel comfortable and confident writing right now!)
→ things i will write: fluff, angst, somewhat suggestive content (never full smut), hurt/comfort, pretty much any genre you can think of
→ things i won't write: character x character (just because i don't really have anything i ship enough to want to write fics for it), kids x reader, full on smut (you can redirect these requests to my nsfw blog @hornyhornyhimbos), self harm, anything non-consentual
Links and Such:
→ main blog: @ofwilliamandwalter
→ fanfiction recs blog: @paperbackprettyboy
→ icons blog (inactive): @scrapbookspence
-> nsfw blog: @hornyhornyhimbos
→ beta reader signups: linked here!
→ masterlist: linked here!
→ current pfp: these icons by @ilovegilmoregirls
→ header image: pinterest
→ navigation images: pinterest
→ navigation dividers: these dividers by @firefly-graphics
-> masterlist icon: these icons by @peachy-ash
-> masterlist images: pinterest
-> masterlist dividers: these dividers by @anlian-aishang
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hello! hmm i was wandering around the ai.character site (my guilty little pleasure being to imagine scenarios with the handsome Dr. Spencer Reid from criminal minds). When my curiosity prompted me to search for Lando on the same site. I was shocked to see that there were indeed several IAs available for him. And I wanted to have your opinion on that. Personally, I find it a bit strange… Writing or reading fictions about a real person does not bother me (even if it's a bit strange when you saw the guy irl) But starting a fake chat with an AI created to pretend to be that person…it’s a higher level and a bit disturbing, in my opinion… Even if the sentence "Remember: Everything Characters say is made up!" is in the warning header. So, what do you think about that?
oh spencer reid my first love 😌
i don't like ai as a whole, like the entire thing is just unsettling and very stupid. i don't have the strongest opinion on it but i just do not like it at all. but i don't mind people who enjoys it, everyone's got their own thing!! 🥰
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#5
The Picked Lock of Your Heart
Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings - language, case violence, breaking and entering
Summary - Breaking and entering was something Spencer never imagined he’d be caught for, what would he have to do to evade being arrested by the police and would his chances with you cease to exist?
Category - fluff
Word Count - 3.2k
A/N - y’all i haven’t written in like 1-2 months so excuse the underdeveloped plot lmao. also the little fic header moodboard gif thing, my god, so many ppl helped me figure it out, and special shoutout to @boldlyvoid for making one for me that i didn’t end up using lmao. Love you bestie, thank you 😭 and @samuel-de-champagne-problems for reading the outline for this fic like years ago lmao. wow ok i’m posting for the first time in ages. The summary sounds so serious compared to how bullshitted this fic is but enjoy lmao <3
indent is a flashback :)
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He stuffed his hands into his pocket, rubbing them against the fleece lining for the tiniest bit of warmth while he walked down the street.
It was empty… quiet, something he thoroughly enjoyed.
The cold air woke him up from the state of paralysis he found himself in the moment he stepped off the jet. Catching the unsub was more difficult than usual, forcing him to keep his mind occupied while the stinging feeling of loneliness continued to nag at him. He was relieved to find that it ended fairly quickly after a huge break in the case after the unsub, with his narcissistic tendencies, left a note showing off his ‘genius’.
Hotch figured that a couple of days off would do the team some good, bypassing Strauss and giving everyone a whole week off. It was nice for Spencer to catch a break from his turbulent life that was only made more complicated by his job, but there was always an aspect that remained untouched— collecting dust along with the rest of his heart that was locked away and unused.
To celebrate solving the case, everyone decided to go out for dinner and invite all their loved ones to join them… everyone except Spencer. He opted out politely, waving away the little looks of concern on his friends’ faces and taking up his bag to walk home.
He remembered looking at the smiles on his friends’ faces, happy to be able to go home to their families and special someones. Spencer didn’t have anyone to go home to, no one to call his own or spend all his time with.
He was always an ambitious man, wanting the highest honors or best score in any class. Eventually, the ambition transferred from his academic career to his professional one— aiming to be the best agent he could be in the BAU. His success in the unit wasn’t stated outwardly, but he could tell from the prideful smile on his mentors’ faces that he had achieved what he wanted.
Spencer always thought he had it all; the accolades, the reputation, the job, friends. It was a life he had envisioned for himself since he was able to conceive the notion of his future. Every agonizing day he lived as a child, haunted by his high school bullies and envious peers, was soothed with the comforting thought of how happy he’d be later on in his life.
Little did he know just how unsatisfied he’d be.
Being around his friends was nothing but a burden for him to bear as he put on a fake smile and pretended to be satiated by the dryness of his life. He watched as he stood stuck in place, cemented by the ground beneath him while everyone in his life moved on from their naïve youth to proper adulthood— finding their other halves and starting families. He wanted to be the person someone went home to, to be considered a necessity in life by someone he went home to.
That was why he declined the offer. He hated feeling, looking, like the odd one out. Everyone else enjoyed the company of their significant other while he was destined to spend his life with an empty chair beside him. Spencer knew that there wasn’t any malice behind his friend’s actions, they were simply being happy, but he couldn’t help but feel like the rest of the world was taunting him for his failure in love. He was desperate for something good to negate the cruelties that overshadowed his life, an offering to repair the damage that proved to be too stubborn to heal on its own.
What he had wasn’t enough for him to be happy, he wanted more… needed more. Spencer always longed for more than what he had, but he never realized how far his greed for love had extended. As time passed he became more withdrawn from everyone he used to spend time with, the realization that he may never be happy hardened his heart until the pain was set in stone.
He looked up at the sky, squinting at the darkened clouds as his glasses were dusted with little droplets of water. Spencer’s pace quickened with each stride, the smell of wet asphalt filling his nose. He could feel the size of every raindrop fall with an ever-increasing size and speed. It was almost as if the sky was mocking the tension in his chest and the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes, its tightly knit clouds unable to hold the pent-up water within them while foreshadowing his inevitable breakdown.
He took a couple of steps back after passing his favorite bookshop, it was quaint and cozy— the only atmosphere he could really take comfort in. It was usually closed when he got back from his cases but on the off chance that he had spare time during the day, he’d make frequent trips from the office to pick up coffee while perusing through the stacks of books inside.
Spencer looked around the empty street before digging around in his pocket to fish out the key he’d been given by the owner a while back. He managed to befriend the old man and convince the owner to lend him a key. His polite habit of putting books back in their rightful place impressed him enough to agree to give Spencer a copy.
He huffed frustratedly, trying to stick the key into the lock multiple times all while the rain above him soaked through his layers. His fingers rushed to slip the key in but it wouldn’t fit like it usually would. Desperate, he searched for any pointed object in his bag and found two paper clips. Spencer straightened them out, struggling with the lock a bit before the door inevitably popped open after fiddling with it for a couple of minutes.
Closing the door, Spencer tramped into the store as the delayed waft of old books and coffee filled his nose. He shed his moist layers before walking over to the counter where his favorite person often resided, you.
He’d be lying if he said that the main reason why he tried to be at the shop as often as he could wasn’t because of you. Every time he’d make a trip, he’d fix his hair in the window of the shop right before— straightening his tie and making himself look presentable even when he knew there was no chance you’d even look in his direction. Life had a way of putting him at the very back of the shelf no matter how hard he tried to inch to the front.
Just because he’d never be able to catch your eye doesn’t mean he couldn’t let the fantasy ravage his mind.
He brushed off the little drops of water on his shoulders, entering the quaint bookstore. Spencer took in the smell of freshly brewed coffee and immediately felt a sense of relief flush his system.
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(Bull) Riding into the Sunset
Pairing - Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader
Warnings - language, kissing, alcohol consumption, mention of bloody nose and bruised eye (lmk if i missed any)
Summary - Spencer’s loved you since the moment he met you, always wondering what he had to do to get your attention. What he didn’t know was that he’s always had it all along.
Category - fluff
Word Count - 3.9k
A/N - woah i did not mean for this to be that long but the idea is kinda wacky and i kinda love the idea or spencer in this fic. I def imagine s1 spencer for this lmao. THANK YOU TO MY BELOVED @samuel-de-champagne-problems for helping me out with this one as she always does, she’s the best 😌. i am praying this is gonna show up in the tags cuz tumblr is just being a bitch apparently lmao.
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Spencer was never one to talk, not as much as he wanted to.
It was in his best interest to keep quiet, at least that’s what he grew up relying on. Every position he had been put in was one that shined a bright spotlight on him, attracting all the attention and pointing everyone’s curiosities right to him. He had already been singled out, excluded— he didn’t need any more eyes on him as it was.
The attention only ever brought him years of torment and bullying, something he didn’t enjoy in the slightest. The tears that rolled down his face had solidified into a fear of being on a stage yet again. There was never a time where he could be himself without facing the repercussions of individuality.
So when he joined the BAU, hiding in the shadows and curt responses were his favorite pastime. It may have put people off but it was what he had to do to survive because that’s all he’s ever known…
Survival of the fittest.
But all the manuals and directions in his brain were rewritten when he met you. He found himself craving your looks, your words. All he wanted was for you to talk to him so he could hear your voice just once more. He was an addicted, ever-hungry man that craved nothing but you.
You were kind and beautiful in his eyes and the eyes of many others. Maybe he had taken such a liking to you because of your lending ear. It was always hard for him to find someone willing to listen to him who wasn’t his mother, let alone enjoy what he was rambling on and on about. You were the outlier in a sea of the disinterested, a genuine star that shined through the void that had formed in his heart.
He knew he was too far gone the moment he went to bed that one fateful night, the image of you dancing around him refusing to fade in his restless mind. He soon found himself thinking about you and only you, desperate for your sweet love…
Your gentle touch.
Your tender care.
He was no longer the shy, quiet genius in the back— showing off his rare memory or high IQ. Every giggle he elicited from you was cherished, held close to his heart and even closer to his soul. All he wanted to do was make you smile like no other person had, to make you just as happy as you made him.
You were the one that kept him invigorated, unknowingly encouraging him to crawl out of the shell he retreated into the moment he stepped foot into high school so many years ago.
“Kid.”
Spencer looked over to Derek who sat in the driver’s seat of the car, glancing over at him quickly and turning his attention back to the road with furrowed brows.
“You’re gonna poke a hole through the floor of my very expensive car if you keep tapping the way you are,” he said, a cautiously curious tone laced through his voice.
Spencer slinked into his leather seat timidly. “Sorry,” he muttered, embarrassed to be called out by someone he greatly admired for his charisma and charm.
“No worries, kid,” Derek laughed, “What’s got your mind all up in a jumble?”
“Nothing,” he blurted quickly, hoping that the lie that fell freely would be easily brushed off.
Derek chuckled, “Right… nothing. Is ‘nothing’ the secret code name you have for Y/N?”
“Wh- what?” Spencer stuttered, laughing slightly to play off Derek’s ridiculous question, “O- of course not.”
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for all my hotch girlies
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#2
Paper Wishes
Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings - language, case violence (deaths of victims mentioned), paper cuts, fire
Summary - After months of pining for you from afar, Spencer decides that it was about time for a grand gesture to win over your heart.
Category - fluff
Word Count - 3.3k
A/N - brain going brrrrrrrrr hoping that this shows up in the tags lmao 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 enjoy tho 😭
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He walked around the corner hastily as the coffee in his hand threatened to spill over the edge of the cup. He was late, forgetting about the most important part of his day while he was talking to Garcia about the most recent sci-fi movie that had just been released the night prior. Spencer was reminded of the time when a little ding came up on Penelope’s computer, almost carried away by the little inaccuracies deep within the plot.
The people he swiftly dodged in the hallways looked back at the slightly distraught man running past them. His heart pounded right against his chest as he zoomed through the floor just to get to the bullpen, right about to miss one of the only things that kept the little embers inside him lit.
In the midst of his little marathon, Spencer somehow managed to run into the wall separating him from stepping foot into the open room— always bustling as agents rushed through to get their work done. He hissed quietly, the hot coffee that spilled from the impact staining his shirt and seeping through all of his layers right onto his skin.
He was almost distracted from the main reason why he was in such a hurry… almost.
His ears perked up as the sound of your lively voice bounced around the room. He looked in your direction and watched as the sun illuminated your glowing radiance, the wide smile on your face almost enough to blind him straight through the thick lens of his glasses. Everyday you’d come in at the exact same time, bringing a vivacious light into the grim feeling of the office which was brought about with the intense nature of your line of work.
He could recognize the shit in everyone’s day, your infectious giggles were the best part of everyone’s day— not just his.
“Spencer,” your face read of concern and worry as you walked over to him with a tissue in your hand, “Are you okay?”
The heat that rested on his cheek was imminent, the red tinge on his tender skin was a constant when it came to you. “Oh,” he chuckled nervously, “I- I’m alright. Just um, just a spill.”
“Are you sure? That coffee looked hot.” You handed him the tissue, keeping one to help clean up the majority of the mess that was concentrated on his chest.
He sucked in a breath, nervous that you’d feel how loudly his heart was beating. It was almost as if every part of his body had a mind of their own around you, his heart demanding to be let out of its cage— liberated only to be conquered once again by you.
“I- I’m fine,” he kept his response short to avoid stumbling up in front of you like he already had, “I have an extra change of clothes in my bag.”
You nodded, tossing the soiled paper into the trash can behind him. “I hope it doesn’t stain,” you said, the smile he was so addicted to gracing your lips.
“It’s not a big deal, I um, I have a lot more of these at home.”
“Yea, but this one in particular is my favorite,” you admitted, the light bouncing off of you in every which way, “I always love your sweater vests and cardigans, you always look so handsome wearing them.”
“Th- thank you. I um, I-” he stopped to collect the thoughts fractured by his inability to think around you, “I um, I- I think they’re um… cool too.”
“Very cool,” you giggled, “I’ve got to get to work on those stacks of papers on my desk or else Hotch is going to kill me.”
He nodded, watching you walk away as he tried to remember how to breathe. You thought he was handsome, a compliment he had only really received from his mother. It was the sound of your voice and your willingness to engage with the only dork in the unit that kept the draining supply of happiness inside him full. Your round of flirts and teasing comments were nothing if sustenance for his craving heart.
“Boy Genius.”
Spencer turned around, almost tripping on his untied shoelace, to see Penelope walking up to him.
“Where did you go? I look away to answer an email and look back to see you flying out of the room,” she laughed, the little feathers in her hair following the motions of her head.
“I forgot I had something,” he mumbled as he continued to look at you from his place in front of the break room.
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My #1 post of 2022
Lit By Love
Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings - language, SMUT (MINORS DNI, 18+), oral (male and female receiving), fingering, face fucking, unprotected penetration, slight overstimulation, use of pet names (darling/good girl), slight hair pulling, sorta dom!spencer and sorta sub!reader, not proofread (lmk if i missed anything lmao)
Summary - You come over to Spencer’s apartment hoping to help him during a storm and power outage. Your attempt to help him through his fear of the dark developed into something more than you had planned, leading to an unrevealed confession.
Category - fluff, smut (18+) MINORS DNI
Word Count - 6.1k
A/N - lmao i cranked this out today and i’m kinda proud considering i’m sitting in my lab rn waiting for some tests and i’m rlly hoping this shows up in the tags lmao. big big big thank you to @samuel-de-champagne-problems for helping me with this, ily <;3
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Spencer always felt like he was on display, people watching him as he juggled a circus act of walking on a tightrope.
He couldn’t count the vast number of his peers waiting for him to tip over and fall down beneath, surrounded by nothing but failure. It was a fate that haunted him constantly, a never-ending fear that he believed would inevitably come true one day in the future.
What they didn’t know was the envy that bubbled inside him. He coveted the normalcy they so desperately wanted to get rid of. He wanted the ease of being a regular person and the effortless finding of their other half.
He didn’t understand why people wanted to be in his shoes knowing what others thought of him but what stumped him most was why you wanted him.
After weeks of borderline stalking you, Spencer decided to leave well enough alone— dropping the unachievable dream of being yours. Much to his surprise, you approached him with just as much enthusiasm that thrived inside him when any thought of you weaseled its way into his frontal lobe. He managed to work up the courage to ask you out on a date and the rest felt as easy as it was to fall for you.
It was a rollercoaster of emotions: infatuation, fixation, adoration, passion.
He was addicted to you, a fact he had known since the moment you called him yours— your Spencer. It was almost as if his heart was trapped and fumigated with your intoxicatingly sweet scent and wondrous smiles he would never be able to rid himself of, a nightmare and fantasy he could never quite forget.
But at some point, something felt off. There was always something left… unsaid.
Every single goodbye felt like a sentence that was unfinished.
He tried to figure out what it was but he could never find the missing piece to his puzzle, stuck in a prison made of his own incapability. The lightbulb never magically turned on, nor did the answer finally click— he was left to remain in a state of confusion and emotional disorientation.
His internal debacle stuck with him since he first noticed the odd hanging feeling after each reluctant departure. There was nothing he could do but wait until he could put his bright mind to good use.
Spencer ran his fingers through his hair hoping to brush out the little droplets of rain resting between each strand. He was able to avoid the raging weather in Virginia for the last couple of days, staying in sunshiney California for a case. He never liked thunder or lightning or any kind of weather that had the potential to develop into a raging storm, it always created an unsettling atmosphere he had no intention of enjoying.
With each passing moment marked by the sound of thunder and the flashing lightning, he thought of the only person that could comfort him in that very moment— you.
He had been hesitant to call you after discovering his newfound problem that may be the little seed of doubt that had yet to be unsown, instilling a sense of hopelessness inside him. It was an inkling of pessimism that believed in his undismissable demise, too stubborn for him to rid himself of.
The keys dropped from his hand into the little dish beside the front door with a loud clank. He made his way over to the couch, plopping himself down as the weather outside expressed its rage through howling winds and rampant rain.
His phone slid out of his pocket the further he sunk into the piece of furniture, almost as if the world was urging him to call you. He wanted to oblige, he wanted to call but a little piece of him was afraid of the unknown. He couldn’t figure out what was irking him, something he believed would potentially severe his only lifeline.
His finger brushed up against the cold surface of the device, chuckling as he reminisced on the time you stuck little stickers by each button detailing what each did. He had the mind of a camera but he couldn’t seem to remember how to work a tool of the modern age.
Spencer jumped slightly right as the sound of the roaring thunder outside filled his living room. He was a grown man but he never really got over his fear of storms of any kind. The situation was made worse by the flickering of the lights above him, the indecisiveness of the bulbs eventually gave way when the lighting was abruptly stolen.
He sunk further into the faux leather under him, clutching the tiny black box close to his chest while he tried to work up the courage to call you. His finger migrated to your contact and hovered over it, a war of thoughts in his mind clouded his decision.
All the bad memories he thought he had gotten rid of started to flood him again.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to wish away the dark just as he did as a child. Spencer itched to hear the monotonous ringing followed by the sound of your voice picking up the phone, he was just too afraid to make an objective decision.
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Little-Diable's 15k celebration
15k how fucking insane is this?! It's a number I certainly can't grasp, yet I am so insanely grateful for it. I love y'all so much, thank you for loving my writing, for loving my weird self, and for being so kind.
But enough with the sappy words, let's focus on a proper way to celebrate this milestone, shall we?
As promised this is a celebration for writers and readers (a big thank you to @deathofpeaceofmind for brainstorming with me and for designing the lovely header): here is what we'll do:
Be aware, this challenge/celebration is tied to a prize you can win.
I've chosen five of my all time favourite books, which are: The Song of Achilles, The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires, Hamlet, Lord of the Rings (all parts in one), The Last Kingdom (first part of the series).
For the writers:
Choose one of the following characters: Tommy Shelby, Dean and/or Sam Winchester, Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Negan, Sihtric, Finan, Tom Riddle, Kylo Ren, Jasper Hale, Loki
Send me an ask with the character, the genre (smut, angst, fluff), and a number between 5 and 159
I'll choose one of the books listed above and will select a sentence I can find on the page belonging to the number you've chosen for your ask. You can do with the sentence/quote as you please, but it has to show up in the fic.
You'll have time to write your fic till the 10th of December 2023.
Please only write reader-insert fics, use a keep reading tag, and use appropriate warnings. It can be as dark, as angsty, as smutty, as fluffy as you want, there is no limit for the word count. You can combine this with other challenges if you want. You can also write more than one fic for this celebration.
Post the fic with #little-diable15k, message me if I don't reblog it within two days.
Since this is a challenge where you and a reader can win something, please try to actually post your fic till the 10th of December.
For the readers:
You have to actively read the stories posted for this celebration (of course only the ones you are interested in/comfortable with)
On the 11th of December I’ll post a Google doc where you’ll have time to vote for your favourite fic. The doc will be open for one week.
I'm asking you to reblog and comment the fics you enjoy, since this is tied to the prize you can win. I will also reblog every fic, so you can find them on my Tumblr as well.
Now about the prize for one lucky reader and one lucky writer:
Writers: I will list the fics you wrote in a google doc (the fics will be added on the 11th of December), where readers can vote on their favourite fics. The fic which gets the most votes is the winner of this challenge. I will contact you on Tumblr should you win, if you're comfortable with sharing your address / or a PO box with me, I'll send you a small gift; if you don't want to do this @deathofpeaceofmind will design a header for one of your fics as your prize. If there are more winners (meaning if there's a tie) we will find another prize more of you can have!
Readers: If you add your username to the google doc I can see who voted the most and who actively took part in reading. The one of you who votes the most (I will check if you did comment/reblog the fics on Tumblr), will be contacted through Tumblr, if you're comfortable with sharing your address / or a PO box with me, I'll send you a small gift; if you don't want to do this you can request a fic from me instead. If y'all are super active (which I’m hoping for!) we'll find another prize more of you can have!
I hope this is all clear and somewhat understable! I am so so excited for this, and I hope lots of you will take part in it!
Tagging some mutuals and writers/readers who may enjoy this:
@negans-lucille-tblr @writethelifeyouwant @writingliv @zablife @runnning-outof-time @notyour-valentine @springsteens @cillmequick @band--psycho @smellingofpoetry @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @earlgreydreamreplies @footballffbarbiex @thinkinghardhardlythinking @luveline @firefly-in-darkness @holylulusworld @gemini-mama @honeypiehotchner @bluetreecloud20 @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @carolina-thiell
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okayy i want to change my theme again oops sooo
WATER FOUNTAIN - ((taking the first six!)) send me a quote, a pfp, and an aesthetic and i'll make you a blog theme!.
if you didn't already did the six!
for the quote can i cheat and use a song like i do now? “But if you're too drunk to drive //And the music is right //She might let you stay // But just for the night” (lovers rock by tv girl)
for the pfp my boys (i swear if you ever change your theme i’ll steal your pfp lmao) or just meeks or just pitts choose the one you prefer!!
and for the aesthetic kinda the same vibes as my blog now (idk the name) but more green (i feel like it’s not comprehensible, i’m not clear in my indications 😭 but hey i trust you you have good taste)
thank you so much if you do <33 also saw you had new followers so congrats!!!
i hope u like this <3 i went with more of a green theme? and for the pfp i just picked one of the ones you sent me and added some filters <33
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FYI: I don't use this blog anymore. Follow me on my new blog: beaxtrice-newme <3
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Star Wars
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Join me on the dark side
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the 10th doctor
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mainly writing for atm : spencer reid, emily prentiss, peeta mellark, finnick odair, mike schmidt, vanessa shelly, tyler galpin, coriolanus snow, and sejanus plinth !!
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