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I can’t even describe the physical anger i feel when someone tags a story #spencerreidsmut but then literally in the first line of the story says “genre: fluff warnings: literally none! just pure fluff”

like fluff ≠ smut. it makes me so physically angry and violent

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Daydreams Turn to Reality (fluffy/smut)

Summary: Autistic! Reader has a meltdown at the office.. Thankfully, her teammate Dr. Spencer Reid was nearby to help.

CW: Sensory overload, Autistic meltdown, crying, mentions to weight of reader (spencer picks her up), grinding

AN: Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy this one-shot! I have been in a deep depressive state for a few weeks, but I finally am feeling better to start writing again.. Aka start writing more chapters for “Beautifully Broken”! Love you all! <3

Word Count: 4800

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Spencer’s POV:

Ever since I was young, I have had an active imagination.

Perhaps it was the myriad of books my mother had read to me every night before bed. Or maybe it was the fact that my daydreams had always been better than my real life.

But that’s what daydreams are, right? An escape from the real-world to a better reality.

Up until the moment that I met her, I had only ever found myself dreaming of dragons and aliens. Sure, I had my visions of a happier life, but I really only dreamt of preternatural creatures. However now, I found myself only dreaming of her.

I mean, how could I not?

She was perfect.

Her voice sounded of wind chimes on a warm, breezy summer afternoon. Like soft strings being strung by a violinist. Her voice moved life honey; slow and sweet, and always sticking to me. Her laugh sounded like the most ethereal ring, a certain stubborn blush always rising up my face once I heard the noise. And don’t even get me started on how beautiful she was. She looked like the golden, joyous rays of sunshine that shone through the clouds on a previously rainy and cold day; immediately filling your senses with warmth and light. She smelled of sticky cinnamon buns, sweet Georgia peaches, and laundry just pulled out of the dryer. She lit up any dull room with her alacrity; her energy was palpable.. It was also contagious.

Any aloof person that would never smile, seemed to have a brighter life whenever she entered into their vicinity.

I dreamt of what it would be like to kiss her. How would her lips feel against mine? Would the kiss move like her voice; slow and sweet? Or would it match her giddy energy and be stuttery and erratic? Maybe both?

These thoughts always seemed to take up every square inch of my mind, every minute of every single day.

In the past, I may have dreamt of fictional creatures, but now I was dreaming of fictional scenarios with the angelic woman that sat in front of me at her desk every day.

I tried to show her how much I was falling for her every minute I could, however, she was like me when it came to social cues. Clueless. Completely clueless.

So, I showed her my affection through small plush toys.

They seemed to always comfort the girl whenever her anxiety would peak. Not to mention how excited and cute she got when I gifted her the stuffed animals.

She would let me know how she was feeling through colors, and when she was seemingly having a tough day, for instance when she told me she felt orange, I went out on my lunch break later that day and purchased an orange bunny rabbit plush for her.

Once I gifted her the toy, her face lit into a crimson blush, almost as red as the stuffed animal. She smiled and gave me a hug. That was the first time she initiated contact with me.

Ever since then, she was very touchy-feely towards me, which inevitably fueled my growing love for the beautiful girl.

Today, she walked, no, ran into the bullpen, her headphones resting around her neck as she clutched her bag, walking to her desk.

Butterflies fluttered in my belly and chest as I felt myself beginning to blush.

“Spencer!” she squealed, running to my desk, a smile spread across her face.

“Hello!” I exclaimed.

“Guess what?”

“What?” I laughed at her excitement.

“Garcia brought in homemade muffins!”

I gasped, Y/n giggling at my dramatics.

“Bet you I can beat you to the last blueberry one,” she smirked, a mischievous look glinting in her dazzling eyes.

“Oh, it’s on!” I squinted my eyes at her, standing up from my desk.

She laughed, the sound making my brain fuzzy for a moment as I didn’t even realize she began to run off. I ran after her, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up as I set her down behind me, my name falling from her mouth between giggles as I ran off.

Moments later, we both made it to Garcia’s office, our heavy breathing causing the quirky woman in front of us to widen her eyes in concern. She walked up to Y/n, completely ignoring me as she cradled the giggling girl’s face.

Y/n was only comfortable with Garcia and me touching her--especially me. That’s why Penelope only held her face, Y/n was only comfortable with that sort of contact from her, as well as a hug but nothing more. However I, on the other hand, was allowed to hug, touch, and carry her. The fact that she was completely comfortable with me made my crush grow.

I was happy that I was a comfort person for the young girl. Not only did it make me ecstatic, but it also made her feel over the moon at the fact that she was growing.

“Oh, my goodness! Are you okay?” Garcia asked, her eyebrows drawn together in worry.

Y/n laughed, causing my small smile to stretch into a toothy-grin.

“Yep! We just came for the muffins!” Y/n explained, and Garcia nodded knowingly, a small chuckle escaping her throat as she let go of the girl and picked up the large plate that smelled of delicious, freshly baked sweets.

I grabbed the last blueberry muffin before Y/n, a small whine escaping her throat. She looked up at me with her starry eyes, a pleading look on her face. Truthfully, I was going to give her the muffin in the end. However she didn’t need to know that.

I smiled, presenting her with the muffin as she giggled happily, her arms slinging around my neck as I took in her intoxicatingly sweet scent.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she blabbered, biting into the muffin and humming happily as she skipped away. “Bye, Spencer! Bye, Penny!” she called, waving to me as she turned the corner.

“Bye!” Penelope and I both called back, a smile gracing my lips as I looked fondly at the corner she had just rounded, as if she was still there.

I was so entranced by the girl that I totally forgot Garcia stood in front of me with a smirk on her face.

“What?” I asked.

‘“‘What?’” She mocked my voice, smiling smugly at me. “What do you mean, what? You are in lo-ove with Prettygirl over there!” Garcia sang, and I immediately felt my face get warm.

“Wh-? I am not in-in love!” I squeaked, and Garcia laughs, humming a quick sure.

I walk away quickly, thanking Garcia for the muffin.

I am definitely in love with Y/n.

How could I not be?

Shit.

--

Around lunchtime, I began to notice that Y/n grew anxious, her face strewn together in worry.

The sight made my heart squeeze in my chest.

She mostly kept her head down, except her eyes kept on flicking around the room hastily. She gulped a few times, fidgeting with a rubber band and a pencil; the pencil acting as a pick to strum the stretched band that looped around her fingers in a triangle shape.

I wanted to go up and ask if she needed any assistance, however I didn’t want to make anything worse than it already was... or overwhelm her more.

“Reid! Can I see you in my office for a moment? I just want to make sure you got the correct files from the case last week.” Hotch announced from his office.

I glanced at Y/n, who’s eyes flickered up at mine, a pleading look lacing her facial expressions.

I reluctantly stood up from my desk, nodding my head at Hotch as I walked up the stairs to his office, telephones sounding throughout the BAU.

I could understand how she felt overwhelmed. Heck, I felt overwhelmed a lot of the time. Between the sounds of pencils scratching on paper, the incessant sound of coffee brewing, computers clacking, files being flipped through, phones ringing and people chatting.. It can be very anxiety inducing as well as just an overwhelming environment to work and be in..Especially when you are on the spectrum.

However, Hotch closed the door behind him, separating me from the beautiful--but anxious girl that sat at her desk, fidgeting away, her head twitching slightly.

-

As Hotch and I were about to finish our meeting, we both heard a loud cry. My heart began to race. I knew that cry.

A year ago, Y/n had a meltdown in a cafe. It was really upsetting for her and she struggled to leave her apartment for weeks.

I ran out, Hotch following behind me.

JJ, Morgan, Emily, and Garcia all huddled around Y/n’s desk, however, Y/n was not sitting in her chair, rather, she was huddled underneath the table; her knees pressed up against her chest as she pressed her palms against her ears as she cried.

I ran over, the team’s faces scrunched in concern and confusion.

“Spence! I-I don’t know what happened! One minute she was at her desk, and then I dropped a coffee cup and she started to scream and cry.” JJ stammered, running her fingers through her hair.

As she spoke, I heard the crying girl repeat two words over and over.

Too much, too much, too much.

My heart sank in my chest. “It’s alright, it wasn’t your fault, okay? She was just overwhelmed.” I reassured the blonde, who exhaled shakily, nodding.

I turned back to the girl who began to scream as more people surrounded her.

One man tried to touch her.

Oh, no.

“Hey, get away from her!” I exclaimed, and the man stopped, throwing me a dirty look. People seemed to clear away as they flashed us weird and worried looks.

“Please!” she cried, the word harsh and forced through puckered cheeks.

I got down on my knees, crawling under Y/n’s desk.

“Hey, Y/n,” I said softly, trying my best to calm her. She didn’t look up as expected, instead she kept her hands plastered on her ears. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” I shushed her, shrugging my jacket off of my body and wrapping it around her shaking frame.

I heard her reciting words under her breath.

“Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut..”

She rocked faster on her tailbone, smacking her head on the inside of her desk repeatedly as she recited the states in alphabetical order.

I remembered reciting the states in alphabetical order was something she did to calm down from last time.

I knew what to do.

I had dealt with similar situations myself.

I knew how to deal with her meltdowns as well.

“Alabama, Alaska, Arizona..!” she sobbed, her eyes shut tightly as she continued on listing the states.

I brought my hand behind her head, keeping her from developing bruising from how hard she was hitting her head.

“Reid..” Morgan spoke, but I ignored him, only turning around to tell everyone to go back to their desks.

I wrapped my arms tightly around her body, shushing her.

She liked when I did this. It was a comfort tactic for her. She felt secure.

Eventually, her cries dissipated as I reached into her bag to grab her black headphones, her body clinging to mine as I put them on over her ears, her right hand fidgeting with the back of her hair and her left clinging to her pant leg as I embraced her tightly.

“Do you want it tighter or looser?” I whispered.

“Tight,” she managed to squeak out, to which I squeezed my arms around her, demonstrating how to take deep breaths as she followed along, her body calming down as well as her cries.

“Is this okay?” I asked, to which she nodded.

I shushed her until she looked up at me, her body still shaking from the aftermath.

“Do you want to go home? It’s close to 9 already,” I offered.

“Mhm. B-but can I go to your apartment? I don’t wan’ be alone.”

My eyes softened. “Of course.. C’mon. Do you have a color of how you’re feeling?” I asked.

“O-orange.” She whimpered, and I grabbed her bag as she clung to my body.

“Okay, how were you feeling earlier?” I asked.

“D-dark red.”

“That’s good, that it’s better. Come on, let’s get home, okay?” She nodded, her feet shuffling as I walked, the side of her torso pressed up against mine.

I would text Hotch when we arrived home, but for now, I was only focused on the girl and her tight grasp on my clothing.

--

It was a silent walk up to my apartment.

She had become mute once I began driving, her upper body swaying forwards and backwards as she repeated the contiguous United States under her breath. I turned off all music and made sure to avoid any speed bumps or potholes that were on the road. I didn’t want to make the situation worse.

Although, when I helped her out of the car her body clung to mine automatically.

I slipped my shoes off once we made it inside, and I noticed how Y/n’s eyes were closed, her breathing calmed.

I knew she wasn’t asleep and that she was just in a shocked after-phase, however, I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked in the dim lighting.

I mean, she always looked beautiful.. All of the time.

I felt guilty for the butterflies that fluttered in my belly at the sight of her.

“Is it okay if I pick you up?” I asked softly, brushing some of the loose strays of her hair out of her face. She nodded lazily, wrapping her arms around me. I smiled at that.

I picked her up, walking to my room and then setting her down on the pillows gently. I pulled the shoes off of her feet and then loosened the tie around my neck, unbuttoning my white dress shirt a bit. I tucked her in tightly, then began to walk away as I thought she was asleep. I was going to sleep on the couch. However, her hand flew up from the sheet, her doe eyes looking up at me.

“Spencer, p-please don’t leave. Stay with me.”

I smiled softly, contemplating.

If I did this, my love for her would grow and I would ultimately have a broken heart in the end.

However, she needed me.

Thus, I slipped under the covers next to her, her hands grabbing at my clothes and pulling me closer as I chuckled lightly. Butterflies exploded in my stomach and fluttered around in my chest.

My body heat seemed to ebb away any previous anxiety that she withheld. Her breathing slowed and she snuggled up closer to my chest, soft snores sounding from her nose. I smiled, pulling her closer to me as she nuzzled her head in the crook of my neck.

Eventually, my eyelids began to flutter closed as I fell into a deep slumber, the beautiful girl in my arms making my whole entire heart and mind happy. So happy in fact, that my dreams were only about the most beautiful things-- like watching the stars twinkle in the sky as Y/n and I cuddled on a picnic blanket in Zhangye Danxia Geopark, a geological park located in China. I imagined the vast expanse of mountains surrounding us, the air fresh and chilly, prompting Y/n to snuggle up closer to my body for warmth.

Although the view was beautiful and spectacular, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the young woman thats arms were tightly wrapped around my torso.

I was practically hypnotized by her.

--

I woke up the next morning to feather-soft touches over my cheeks and a brightness blooming through my chest and body as a content sigh fell from my lips. I didn’t open my eyes, but my hands began to roam over the unfamiliar-- yet comforting terrain within my grasp.

I felt smooth, warm skin that rippled with goosebumps all over before I could even get to certain patches-- as though the tissue estimated where my fingertips would travel to next. Nimble legs wound around mine upon my insinuation. It felt like a dream--an even better dream than the one I had earlier on the night previous. It was better in that it was real--not made up from the abyss of my imagination. My hand on her lower back brought her closer, pressing her against me before I could even realize that I’d blurred the lines between reality and my dreams and fantasies.

This was real.

Scenarios like these that kept me entertained for so long had now become my actuality.

But I didn’t panic; I had no reason to. I melted into the touch of the beautiful being that laid intertwined limb by limb with my body.

Finally, when I opened my eyes, I saw her tranquil stare. She looked at me with a wide-eyed, yet tired-eyed, fascination from just mere inches away. It took what little breath I had away from me as I stared back at her with all the love that I could muster in my weary expressions.

“Good morning,” I whispered softly, causing her eyes to flicker down to my lips. My hands drew small patterns on her soft, yet chilled skin. It was hard for me to tell how much of her longing was real or imagined, created by my lovesick, oxygen-deprived brain as we stayed wrapped up in each other under the satin covers.

“Clear.”

It was a strange and beautiful thing to say to me in the wee hours of the early morning, however, something about the tone of her voice told me that she felt happy.

To be sure, I asked. “Is that a good thing?”

Again, her eyes flickered to my lips as her pointer finger drew a soft line across my chin, all the way up to my bottom lip as she traced across it in amazement. Something so small, which made my tender lip tingle, lit my skin into a small fire. A small, shy, smile ghosted across her lips.

With a quiet voice she answered. “It's a new one. And technically clear isn't a color. But yes.”

I smiled softly, my eyes raking over her features as I tried to memorize this moment.

She then hoisted herself up on her forearms, my hand dropping from her upper back to the small of her back. My thumb was still drawing soft patterns on her warm skin, that was now unclothed as her shirt rode up. She swung a leg over my waist, now straddling my torso as my hands shifted to lying on her hips. She giggled, the sound hatching the once caterpillars from the cocoons that they slept in in my chest, now fully butterflies that fluttered lovingly around my system as I smiled at the soft hiccups she produced in between each laugh.

She leaned forward, her chest basically pressed against my face, but she was careful not to suffocate me. She toyed with my hair, my hands still on her waist as I was careful to not push boundaries.

“I like your hair. It’s curly and soft.” She sighed, my eyes closing at the feeling of her running her fingers through my bed-head hair.

“Thank you,” I murmured, squeezing her waist softly.

She sat up, taking my left hand from her waist and running her fingers along the pads of mine, then the digits of my knuckles as she wrapped her small, cold hand in mine.

“I like your hands too. They’re big and warm.” she accounted, pressing my hand that was intertwined with hers to her warm cheek that now had a small blush dancing on it.

I smiled, “I appreciate it. I like your hands too.”

“Really?” she asked, her voice small.

I nodded, a light chuckle falling from my lips.

“Yes, really. I like everything about you. I really like you.”

The admittance made my stomach churn with anxiety.

Yet, she beamed with pure joy, falling forward onto my body and hugging my neck as I laughed softly.

She leaned her forehead on mine, my breath hitching in my throat as her eyes flickered down to my lips and her hands played with the bottom of my lavender, silk tie.

“I really like you too,” she whispered, kissing the tip of my nose.

It felt like my heart had burst in my chest-- of course in the best way. The tip of my nose tingled as though her lips were still pressed against it.

My hands rested on her hips as she inched closer to my lips, quickly pressing a kiss on them nervously, slightly pulling away to see my reaction as a small yelp sounded from her throat with anxiety.

However, I diminished her fears as I pressed my hand against her jaw, bringing her back to kiss me again.

The kiss, like her voice, was slow and soft, sticking with me like honey. She brought her hands to my face, squeezing my cheeks together as I laughed into the kiss, my heart fluttering with jubilation. She pulled away with wide eyes. I tried to follow after her lips, but she just laughed.

She bent down and kissed me again, the feeling of her lips against mine better than the myriad of daydreams that I had created in my mind about moments like these.

Soft, slightly lewd noises sounded from our kissing, our tongues twining together as she hummed happily at the feeling.

She pulled away, her hands still pressed against my face.

“I like the feeling of us kissing. The stubble on your face feels weird on mine, but it also feels good. I like the way it makes my skin feel like pins and needles… but much better. It makes me feel happy.”

I laughed.

I was going to shave, but I guess not anymore.

“I’m glad,” I whispered, drawing a small line across her jaw.

“I also like the way my lips feel after we kiss. They feel numb and tingly. But not in a bad way. It’s not like the time that I got my molars extracted and then had to give me seven shots in my gums. My lips felt like a dead fish after. It’s not like that, it feels nice. Really nice. Like I never want to stop. And my stomach gets all queasy--but I love it. I love it a lot.” she whispered.

I laugh softly, holding her chin as I meet my lips with hers for a moment before pulling away.

You’re so cute.” I whisper-laugh.

Her face gets red as her eyes trace over my features before her lips break out into a smile, giggles escaping the back of her throat. My heart flutters at the sound.

She kisses me again, a small whimper leaving her throat and echoing into my mouth as her hips move on my crotch.

I feel myself get hard as her hips move quickly, our lips disconnecting as she giggles, her head being thrown back as my hands stay still on her hips. I’m careful not to squeeze too hard, and to not push boundaries. My hips rut upwards towards hers, and I’m afraid I’ve gone too far as she gasps, but she never stops, the feeling of my pant zipper against her clothed core eliciting a beautiful, sweet and crackly moan to fall from her lips. I groan softly, her face falling from the ceiling to look at me with wide, pleasure-filled eyes as her hips drag across my hard, restrained dick that is pressed against my slacks. The feelings that run through my veins like wildfire make me grunt softly, which only prompts the girl to rock faster on her hips, trying her best to elicit more sounds from me.

Her hands cling onto mine, guiding my lithe fingers to splay out on her as she wraps her fingers in between mine to make me squeeze her clothed skin.

Whines fall from her throat as I squeeze softly, the friction making my orgasm bubble up in the lower depths of my belly.

“Does that feel good, darling?” I ask, now using my hands to drag her slowly up and down my clothed dick as she whines.

She nods, her eyes looking at me through a half-lidded gaze.

I smile softly, her body going limp as I feel her orgasm approaching; as well as mine.

“Sp-Spencer, please don’t make it stop.” she whimpers, yanking onto my tie, extracting a moan to leave my throat.

“I wouldn’t even think of it, love.” I reply, my fingers running up and down her waist as small mewls leave from the back of her throat.

I hear small whispers leave her mouth between her aroused sounds.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..”

Smiling, I respond. “Are you going to come for me, darling?” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

She nods dumbly, her hands dancing around different places to grip my clothing as she looks to stabilize herself. A tear leaves the corner of her eye and I quickly wipe it away, sitting up to kiss her, the new angle at which my pant zipper hits her making her cry out as I press my lips against hers in a breathy kiss. I fall back onto the pillows behind me

Soon, our orgasms hit, and her hips slow as she falls onto my chest.

She laughs, peppering the sensitive tissue of my neck with kisses, and I hum in content.

“I love you, Spencer Reid.” she whispers into my skin, and I feel like I am going to cry.

In fact, I do cry.

She hears sniffling and sits up, inches away from my face as she wipes the fallen tears from my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asks softly, kissing my chin.

“I just- I love you as well.”

A small smile lights up her face.

“Lavender,” she says, kissing my lips and cradling my face. “This is what lavender feels like.”

--

I wake up earlier on Monday morning, before the sleeping angel in my bed wakes.

We spent the whole weekend together, and I’ve never been more happy.

Exchanging our I love you’s was truly something that made my whole entire world glow in a rosey-pink.

Quickly, I run to the store and go through my options; trying to find the perfect one.

Finally, I see it.

A lavender turtle.

I purchase the toy, and drive to my apartment as quickly as possible.

I walk into my room, Y/n’s hair splayed out across the pillows as her soft breathing hums from her nose, her hair and soft skin glowing in the golden, early morning sun.

I smile, my heart practically beating out of my chest with joy.

I kneel next to the bed, running my fingers through her hair and kissing her cheek.

Her eyebrows furrow before she peeks through her half-closed eyelids.

“Spencer?” she murmurs, her voice crackling from just waking up.

“Good morning, love.”

She smiles, suddenly wrapping her hands around my neck and bringing me in for a hug.

I laugh softly.

The bag with the stuffed toy rustles quietly as I lean forward, and she pulls away.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, just something I got for you.” I say nonchalantly, biting my bottom lip down as I try my best not to smile.

“For me?!” She gasps excitedly, trying to grab the bag with her hands.

“Of course for you!” I laugh, running my hand down her arm.

“Oh, please can I have it, Spencer? Please, please, please!” She begs, standing up from bed and I tower over her, Y/n’s hands grasping my shirt.

“Hmm,” I pretended to think, narrowing my eyes at her. She pouts, tugging me down by my shirt to kiss her lips. I pull away. “Oh, alright.”

She giggles excitedly, and I throw the bag away from the toy, pulling the plush from my back, presenting it to her.

She gasps, hugging the toy to her chest as she squeals.

“Spencer! I love it!”

I laugh, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“I’m glad.” I say, and she wraps her arms around my waist, looking up at me with big eyes.

“Oh my goodness! I love you, so much!”

I smile, looking down at her, small laughs escaping my throat.

“I love you, so much, too.”

She laughs, kissing my lips again, before pulling away slightly.

“Lavender is my favorite color.” she whispers.

“Mine too.” I whisper back, placing my lips on hers softly.

--

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Trivial Diffusion: Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer and the reader have been pretending to be rivals for quite some time, jokingly taking shots at each other and trying to win games against each other to prove higher intelligence. One day, Spencer suggests they play something else and little do they know that game turns into a whole lot more play.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warning/Includes: playful hatred, friendly-fire rivalry, kissing, protected sex (hardly written), tension to smut to fluff.

A/N: lightly based on The Name of The Game, by ABBA

“You know what I think, Dr.Reid, is that secretly, deep, deep down in the skinny soul that fills your skinny body... you like me.” You teased, setting down your cards. That was it, the game was over, you had won.

Spencer Reid shook his head, “I would say we’re acquainted and not friends. Coworkers at worst.” He set down his cards to show you he had nearly nothing. Chances, chances, chances. “Derek, was she cheating? I think she was cheating.”

Derek Morgan was entirely asleep in his seat. It was just after the BAU had been sent on another big case and everyone had been working on it from the BAU until you all could get the jet. It was nearing nine o’clock but nearly everyone on the jet was sleeping from a day of overworking at home. All but you and ye of little faith. Hotch confirmed that the team didn’t start interacting with the police until tomorrow so that everyone could crash at the hotel before it all actually began, so it was a matter of time before everyone woke again.

Spencer was good at his games, knew probability well and could probably win against the averagely smart man, but not you. He could never beat you at cards and that nearly killed him, so every time you flew back to or from Quantico, he asked to play, hoping he would somehow win. This had been going on for months along with the little jokes and friendly fire you had with him. As much as you pretended to hate each other, you were both pretty transparent to the rest of the team.

“Sorry that I’m not your favourite member of the team,” you smiled at him playfully and tossed him the reorganized deck. He caught it with a small smile. “If you want, we can play something else and I’ll let you win.”

He shook his head and cracked his knuckles. “Battle of wits. Random trivia. I want to see you flail and drown.”

“Violent, Doc.” You raised your eyebrows at him. He had confidence in something just as risky- his mistake. There wasn't time, though. “We land in ten, though, so on the way home from this case if you’re up for it.”

“Are you too tired or are you afraid to lose?”

“Neither,” you sighed, cracking your knuckles. “Fine, you’re on.”

----

At the hotel, everyone was groaning and grumbling and ready to crash for the night. You guessed working from the BAU for two and a half days before getting to the case was too much for them, but with your cup of sugar with a little coffee, you were wide awake.

The second Hotch dolled out the keys, you grabbed Emily who was moving like a zombie and pulled her to her designated room. You were all lucky enough to get your own rooms on this case so once you dropped her and her bags off there then found your own room next to hers.

The first thing you did was pull yourself out of your office clothes and into your pyjamas. You slipped on long, flowy, pale blue, loose-fabric pants that felt cool against your skin as well as sat on your hips paired with a simple white tank top. You kept your bra on just to keep a little decency and let your hair fall down around your shoulders, brushing it through a little.

You were prepared to win against Spencer. That was it, flat out. You would win. You both were the geniuses of the team and he had been waiting for a moment to prove he was better than you in some way, but that would be his downfall. He wanted to win so desperately and you wouldn't let that happen.

It had been months of this snarky attitude from him that you know was only in play. Maybe this would make him give up when you won. You slipped out of your room and up to the door of the room you saw Spencer walk into. The knock you gave was quiet enough not to disturb anyone but him and it only took him a moment to answer, his lips pursed straight.

"Come in," he said, gesturing. You saw his eyes flicker over what you were wearing as he had probably never seen you so entirely casual. You narrowed your eyebrows at him as you slipped into his room.

The room was identical to yours but smelled a little different. "I love what you've done with the place, wow, Dr.Reid..." You joked, sitting on the edge of his bed. He shut the door slowly, pressing his back to it with that crooked smile of his. "So are you ready to lose?"

"I-I don't believe I am," he said, hands behind his back. Something was off... he didn't stutter when he was in that teasing pretend hatred. Never- it was always as if that was his comfort in trying to beat you. "Let's begin."

You raised your eyebrows and slid onto the floor at the edge of the bed and pat the spot in front of you against the wall. He didn't protest, in fact, he sat right down with his laptop.

"What's this?" You asked.

"This is Garcia who searched up trivia questions and will be asking us. To answer, we hit this button in front of us. If the answer is wrong, it goes to the other person. Got it?" Spencer set the computer up.

"Yeah..." you nodded, setting your eyes on Garcia. "Hey, Penelope!"

"If it isn't my favourite (Y/N)!" She exclaimed, blowing kisses through the screen. "I must admit I'm a little scared. Spencer here called me and he sounds like he's about to... murder you."

You looked up at Spencer through your eyelashes and back down at Penelope. "He's the one about to be murdered, Pen. Both of you, brace yourselves. I'm ready."

"And now I am even more scared, thank you for that Elton John and Madonna..." Penelope clicked through her computer.

Spencer looked at you now with confusion. For a genius, he wasn't very well-educated in celebrity culture. "This is why you're going down, Reid." You laughed.

His voice raised in pitch, "Because my-my-my name isn't Elton John and I don't understand the reference?" Oh, he was so going to lose.

Spencer set the button out. Convenient that he had them... maybe he'd been planning for this longer than you'd thought. Penelope on the screen sat to the right of you both and she had all her questions lined up. She did a little drumroll, then began.

"Name the number that is three more than one-fifth of one-tenth of one-half of 5,000, go!"

It took you a second but you and Spencer hit the button at the same time. "53!" You said in unison.

"Fuck!" You laughed, rubbing your eye.

There was a slight clicking noise on Garcia's end and you watched her face go from confusion to wide-eyed wonder. "You both are too smart for your own good-"

"Ne-Next question, please," Spencer said, his face in his hands. If the whole thing was like this, how would either one of you win?

More questions passed, some were ties, some were won by Spencer and some by you, but at the end of Penelope's list.. you had tied and it was 11:30pm. With each question, you felt the tension in the room worsen. Each loss, each win, your stomach had butterflies. Who was going to win this? You and Spencer, after an hour and a half of losses, wins, and ties and Garcia getting more scared by the second, you tied.

Then of course there were the tiebreakers which you both tied on. After five tiebreakers, Garcia was done. "Congrats, you're both smart as hell! I am tired, so I'll let you little birdies wrestle it out, just don't blame the injuries on me."

"Garcia, no-" Spencer protested, needing to win.

Penelope waved goodbye and Spencer reached for the laptop, but he couldn't stop her. "Garcia, out!" She ended the video call, leaving Spencer and you alone.

Well, nobody won now. Nobody lost either. Spencer, you could see he was done, just done. All the talk of winning and he really got so nervous he stuttered around you. You grinned, tilting your head against his bed and just laughing. Nobody won!

For some reason, the tension in the room was still thick. You noticed it when you finally stopped laughing at the circumstances when you looked at Spencer with his head in his hands. He wasn't really upset, he was just confused as to how it came to a draw with you like this.

"Was it my tits that threw off your game, Reid?" You teased, standing up and going to the coffee-maker in the corner of his room. "Is it okay if I have the Earl Grey here?"

"Yeah, that's- that's fine," he nodded, swallowing hard. His pretty face was still contorted into confusion. You hopped up on the counter and made the tea with the teabags complimentary to the hotel. "Did you cheat?"

"Did I what?" You laughed again, leaning over so your forearms resting on your thighs. "You think I have tricks up my sleeve, Reid, I'm not even wearing sleeves."

"My IQ tells me you should have lost."

"You and your noble IQ," you blew on your tea. "Want some tea?"

He rubbed his temples and stood up, walking over tiredly. You hadn't noticed what he was wearing at all, you'd been too focused on the trivia. He was wearing flannel pyjama pants and a large sweater. It was the most casual you'd seen him before. "Orange Pekoe, please."

"Got it," you turned and made him a cup of tea with the machine. You'd never really hung out with Spencer before away from work. On the jets, you were always still surrounded by coworkers. Even though you were alone with him earlier, Garcia's presence was there. Now it was just you, Spencer, and the tension that wouldn't seem to lift. It was unexplainable- how it was still there. What was it really and why wouldn't it thin out? "Here you go."

Through handing him the tea, your hands touched and you pretended to be disgusted by it for a laugh, but he just exhaled sharply. Spencer sat on the edge of his bed facing you on the counter, sweater sleeves over his hands that held the mug, curls falling over his face.

Why was he always looking like he was solving math questions in his head? When he drank his tea, you drank yours. Why were you even still in his room at all... he hardly liked you, he just wanted to win and now that neither of you had, you were still here? It was a question for both you and him, but would this question come to a draw as well?

"I don't think I've mentioned how much I like your hair, Reid." You said out of the blue. "I think I've been too focused on kicking your ass in every way possible to properly compliment you."

"You've never kicked my ass physically, so you can't say in every possible way if you-"

"I was trying to compliment you but if you want me to actually get up and kick you in the ass, I will." You threatened playfully. Spencer grinned down at his tea. "I just think you have nice hair and I am very jealous it's not mine." You opened and shut your fingers like a pair of scissors.

Spencer straightened himself out and shook his hair out of his face. "I- thank you?"

You nodded, "You're welcome."

No more words were said until you both finished your tea. Why were you still here? Why didn't he ask you to go and why did he keep looking at you with thoughts in his eyes and why the hell did the tension keep building? What was it leading to?

Spencer eventually stood up and placed his mug in the sink next to yours, standing next to where you sat on the counter. You looked at him through a strand of your hair that had fallen in your face and you moved it to better understand. He mirrored you for a second, pushing his hair behind his ear as well before asking that one, fatal question. The one question he gave, knowing that if you lost, he had won and if you answered correctly, you had won. It was the unofficial, official ending to the game, but at a risk.

"In the 1830s, what scientifically gifted woman led to the coining of the term 'scientist,' because 'man of science' didn’t apply?" He asked, his eyes narrowing in. This was it... damn it, your brain was scrambled... as to why? Unexplainable.

"Mary..." you said, grasping at something you knew but it was clouded by something else you couldn't recognize. As if a clock was ticking, your heart was pounding. "Mary, her name was Mary..."

Spencer just stood there, right next to where you sat on the counter as you searched, racking every inch of your brain to find it. You couldn't give up or else he had won and you'd never hear the end of it and he wouldn't play cards with you and you wouldn't have an excuse to talk to him... wait, where did all those thoughts come from.

"Reid, I have it, I know it, I just-"

He looked at the watch on his wrist, his loose curls falling over his face again. Goddamnit, Spencer Reid... You only had seconds as Spencer counted down. Mary... Mary Smith... Mary So- Mary Somer... Mary Somerville.

"One, ze-"

"Mary Somerville!" You said, maybe a little too loudly. But you knew it was too late. Spencer had won. You sat there, looking at your hands for a moment while he stood there in what seemed like shock at his winning, but the odd tension still pressed, even with your loss. It seemed like Spencer felt it too because you looked up at each other at the exact same time and it was a silently-made mutual decision that led to both your lips and his crashing into the other person's.

It happened so quickly- you opened your knees to allow him closer, your hands on either side of his face, holding his jaw as you kissed him with the same power he kissed you. His hands on your waist and knee. So this was what the tension lead to, huh?

Kissing him from slightly above him gave you the advantage of kissing harder, which he easily allowed and returned. You slid your fingers back into his hair, the hair you had so awkwardly complimented. Of course, you understood yourself and your awkward comments about his hair because in reality, you meant 'please kiss me already'.

There was no noise other than the travelling of hands, short breaths, and lips on lips in the room and that sound was much better than the entire silence from the moment before. Hatred was never hatred, not even when it was mock hatred. It was always that pending feeling of hidden lust that shied behind mockery and mindset. And it was fucking hot.

He didn't protest when you broke the kiss to pull his sweater over his head. He didn't care when you gripped his shoulder and pulled his hair with the other hand. All this time you'd spend pretending to be rivals was being released into the air in the means of pheromones and you were all he really wanted then, there, now.

It was becoming messier by the second as you pulled your tank top over your head and tossed it aside like you did his sweater. His hands of course travelled upward to where they needed to be. You'd thought him inexperienced, but perhaps you were wrong.

"I fucking hate you," you mumbled against his lips and tugging his hair, a grin playing on your lips as he reached to untie the strings of his pants. He looked up for a moment, his eyes were half-lidded but determined.

"I hate y-you too," he managed the same grin and pulled you back into that same kiss he performed so vehemently. Oh, he was a mess. Spencer Reid would be the death of you. His long fingers moved delicately over your body, leaving goosebumps over your chest and the feeling of ice trails on your hot skin. You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him trapped and close.

Your lips left his mouth, trailing down his cheek, then his jaw, below his jaw. His breath was sharp and your lips were teasing. He smelled good, too. If only you'd figured out things were supposed to be this way sooner...

Poor Doctor Reid's hands were so cold compared to your body. You let them explore as you continued to kiss and lightly bite his neck. It was your turn to ask the question of risk, "Do you want this, Reid?"

He nodded more than he needed to, kissing you properly again. "Yes." A solid, strict, and determined- yet lust-filled yes. It was signal enough. Kissing led to touching and more touching lead to breathing harder. You doubted Spencer Reid was a virgin at all with the way he knew exactly where to touch...

He didn't even bother taking you to the bed that was six feet away from the counter. He didn't care and neither did you and it took him a second to actually get going, but once he did, everything fell right into place. His touch was soft, but his hips rough. You were breathing hard as he went, doing everything perfectly with his perfect body and his perfect hair right back in his face. He looked like hell, but in the best possible way.

Spencer Reid was, in fact, the death of you. Everything was in haze- breathing, kissing, touches, thrusts, trying to be as quiet as you could but small whimpers slipped from your lips and occasionally noises from him. Your nails in his shoulder and on his back as he practically fell to pieces in front of you, coming undone the same way you did only seconds later. You had to physically cover your mouth to stay quiet.

The air became ten times hotter when he rested his head on your bare shoulder, not even bothering to pull out. He was there, you were there... you had just fucked the man who you had pretended was your enemy and god, was it good. You were surprised that this had happened at all, it was so unbelievably unguessed earlier. You just wanted to win and your loss came to a prize anyway.

He took a second to recover, then kissed your shoulder which was unexpected and oddly sweet. You thought it was rivalry sex to diffuse tension, but that wasn't how it felt to you anymore and... maybe not to him either. Spencer pulled out, discarding protection and cleaning himself up a little. No words were spoken now as he put his pyjama pants back on and you fixed yourself up too, slipping your legs into your loose pants and tank top back over your head.

You took a cup that was belonging to the hotel and filled it with water, then you slipped off the counter and handed it to Spencer. When he took it, he looked just like you probably had when he had kissed your shoulder. "Thank you." He said, blinking a few times. Were things awkward for him now? Was he expecting you to leave, now?

"I can go if you want me to, Spencer," you said, pointing back at the door. "If I've overstayed, I'm sorry."

"N-no-" he blurted, nearly spitting his water out. "No, you haven't overstayed, I like you here- I just... I don't know how good that was and my mind is kind of everywhere because it happened so quickly and it was all so-so-so unexpected and I... wow."

He ran a hand through his hair frantically, his fingers shaking a little. There were those butterflies again...

"Spencer, it was good. It was more than good, holy fuck." You assured him, stepping closer. He set down the cup of water. "You did so well, I can hardly-" Your shaking knee gave out at just the right time and he caught you by your hands before you hit the ground. "See?"

He was smiling that shy, crooked grin. Everything was ten times sweeter now and it seemed like maybe you didn't really need to pretend to hate him anymore. It's much easier to humiliate, degrade and just generally shit all over someone than it is to admit that you like them. But here you were, looking up at him.

"I told you, Dr.Reid, that somewhere deep down, you liked me."

"Coworkers at worst," he reminded you jokingly.

"You just fucked me nearly senseless, I don't think 'coworkers at worst' works on me anymore." You grinned, reaching up to tuck his hair behind his ears. "Just kiss me again, Dr.Reid."

He didn't even hesitate to take your face in his hands, kissing you sweetly, a little different than earlier. This time he wasn't entirely frenzied by the rush and need to touch and grasp and this time, there was meaning... there was diffusion... and it was loving.

The only real issue was that tomorrow, both of you had to face a team full of profilers who would take greatly accurate guesses as to why you and Spencer suddenly got along.

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Gas Station Girl - Spencer Reid x Reader - CH 3

Spencer Reid’s first impression of the Reader is mixed. She’s “audacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.” and there is so many things Spencer would like to do about it.

CHAPTER ONE HERE

CHAPTER TWO HERE

A/N:I’m writing a Spencer Reid x Reader multific! The series will be intense and 18+. Age gaps, Explicit sexual content (dom/sub dynamics/kinks), angst, family issues, dark themes including: violence, suicide, murder, death, blood, and drug use and addiction. (Chapters will of course have trigger warnings depending on the content) HIGHLY recommend you listen to the playlist as you read! 

A/N2: This chapter is the most wholesome one in the whole series! Other then the kinky smut LMAO. No for real though, this is as fluffy as it gets. Next chapter gets um... well you’ll see! 

TW: Language, Age gap, use of ‘Little Girl’ as pet name, explicit sexual content (light degradation & unprotected sex), mentions of death, smoking weed, mentions of violence

Fic Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4WYosdR6Tz4y9lsmUghoMU?si=ZvyS_2oqSDW95PxULRs2fQ

The seconds of ignorant bliss after opening your eyes for the first time since a night of horrible decisions didn’t last as long for Y/N anymore. Pains and aches serving a reminder of all the apologies that were owed from her. Instant dread and distaste for confrontation swirled in her stomach. Ah but she deserved it all. The night was blurry, but from recollection, it was only Teddy. He’d dropped her off home, she remembered that. From where? Who knows, but it probably didn’t matter. Teddy’s services didn’t really warrant (nor did Teddy want) a heartfelt, apologetic phone call she decided. Instead a simple, “thx” text sufficed.

She stepped out of her room, pleased with the sight of her roommate rolling a joint on the kitchen table. “Good fucking morning.”  she meant it. The weed would ease the sting of the bruises and busted lip.  

“Morning.” Kena said, licking the joint to seal its precious contents. “What the fuck happened to you last night?” making a face of amusement.

The friends bursted out in laughter in unison.

“Got my ass beat.” Y/N started telling the story as Kena lit the j. “Remember ‘Record Shop’ Dude’?”

“Do I remember? You guys fucked for like a week straight. Thought you guys were gonna get married.” 

“Well,” she couldn’t contain her laughter anymore, “Apparently he has a girlfriend. They’ve been together for three years.” 

Kena passed her the joint laughing, “Apparently.” she watched as her friend inhaled the smoke, “I’ll never understand why you don't fight back every time. I’ve seen your left hook, it’s deathly. It’s like you like getting your ass kicked.” 

Y/N finished the joint, putting it out. “Yeah, I get off. Masochist, remember?” she said in a serious tone. Kena understood the satire of her response. 

“What’re your plans tod-” she was cut off by her phone ringing. She saw the unknown number and smiled putting it on speaker for Kena to hear. “I’m fucking broke!” she shouted as Kena laughed. “You can’t scam me! I don’t have any fucking money to steal!” 

The line went silent and they awaited the confused stutter of some telemarketing con artist. And a confused stutter came. 

“Y/N? It’s Spencer.” he paused, “Spencer Reid?” he paused again. Perhaps she’d forgotten him.  “Dr. Spencer Reid?” 

“I know who you are.”  

Kena looked at her friend in confusion, but she was busy replaying the events of the previous night. Spencer had called Teddy, from the parking lot of a shady...her memory stalled, liquor store. 

“Holy fuck I’m such a piece of garbage.” was the only thing her subconscious could render. 

“I am so fucking sorry. Holy shit. Thank you for last night, dear fuck. I’m sorry about that. And for screaming at you! I didn’t have your number saved.” 

Spencer lightly sighed. She remembered. “It’s okay. How are you feeling?” 

“Uh, great.” she stammered, “I’ve woken up a lot worse.” 

Spencer could hear the slight embarrassment in her voice. “Good, good.” he took a deep breath, “Well I was wondering if maybe I could take you out to lunch? We’ve only ever spoken in parking lots.” 

Kena opened her eyes in delight, mouthing “Yes!”

Y/N couldn’t contain her smile, “I’d like that Dr. Reid. Pick me up at three?” 

“Sure little girl. See you soon.” Spencer hung up and Y/N melted. 

Kena screamed, “You’ve been fucking a doctor?!” 

“No.”  she smiled a devilish grin, “But I’m about to.” she sang, practically skipping with joy back to her room. 

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Spencer hadn’t gotten a good look at the complex in the dark, but now he could see it in its full glory. Beer bottles and cigarette buds littered everywhere, sulky characters loitering at practically every corner, and a reek of marijuana. Not his personal idea of home sweet home. 

He watched as the girl he was waiting for exited from apartment 209, looking just as wild as ever. He wondered if the disheveled look was intentional or if she always looked so crazily hot. His eyes continued to follow as she walked down the steps and into his passenger seat. 

“Hi.” she said, eyes wide and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was blushing. Y/N didn’t seem like the kind of girl to blush. 

“Hey. You look nice.” he started to pull out of the parking space. 

“You don’t have to say that you know. I don’t look nice. I never look nice.” she sighed, “Truthfully I hate the idea of looking nice.” 

Spencer was amused with her little ramble, “Why?” 

“‘Cause nice is what you look like when you’re going to church. Or brunch. And I don’t do either of those.” she said plainly.

“What’s wrong with brunch?” he questioned smiling.  

“Nothing is wrong with brunch.” she paused for a minute, deciding whether or not to tell him all the atrocious memories she had in connection to brunch. He only asked you about fucking brunch. Don’t reveal all your baggage already. Don’t be a dramatic bitch. Just say your vegan or some bullshi-

“What are you contemplating on telling me?” 

Her mouth gaped playfully. “Fucking cut the profiling! Three minutes in and you’re already doing your weird government shit.” she remarked, teasingly defensively. 

Spencer laughed, “Weird government shit? Really?”

“Yeah.” she pursed her lips, “I said what I said.” 

“It’s psychology, not weird government shit. It’s analyzing body language, and speech patterns and-”

“I get it. You’re fucking smart.” They pulled out to a red light. 

“You’re smart too.” 

“Thanks Doctor.” she smiled, it did make her happy to hear that. “So where are you taking me?” 

“You’ll see.”, and see she did. As they got out of the car, Y/N couldn’t stop smiling. At first it was the way Spencer’s hand found hers, but then it was the sight. The restaurant was placed under the biggest trees she’d ever seen, with ivy hanging just a couple feet over her head. It was illuminated with lanterns and tiny hanging lights and she felt like she was in a fairy tale. It was beautiful. 

“Hey Spencer?” 

“Yes?” he said approaching the hostess, “Table for two, Spencer.” His attention shifted back down at her. “This is the prettiest place a boy has ever taken me.”

He smiled, “Yeah? You like it?” The hostess led them to their table and they sat. “A lot.” she giggled and Spencer swore his heart would explode. The sound was just too adorable. 

“So Y/N, where are you from?”

She was a little surprised at the question, almost like nobody had ever asked. Had she ever been on a date? Like a proper sit down date? 

“New York City, originally. But I uh, moved around a lot as a kid.” 

“Tell me about that.” 

“You really wanna know?” 

“Why wouldn’t I?” he questioned. 

“Okay, fine. I used to live in this beautiful townhouse in Manhattan. I had a pink room with a huge bed and canopy. A gorgeous chandelier, this vanity with all my tiaras, and my dolls! Oh my god, those dolls were so fucking pretty.” he listened intently, relishing in the way her eyes lit up in a way he’d never seen. 

“And then my dad died.” the glint of joy in her eyes was gone. “When I was seven. And we moved to West Virginia, living with my grandmother, until she died!” she let out a small laugh in attempts to keep the mood up. “Then we were living in this mobile park, which wasn’t so bad. Creeps and meth-heads came and went, but overall not a horrible place to grow up. It’s where I met Teddy, you know him.” 

He nodded his head, still listening to every detail of the story. 

“After my mom got remarried, him and I decided we wanted to go to California. This was supposed to just be a pitstop, get our shit together, you know? But we had a falling out, and he went without me. Came back when his brother got cancer. Then after Casey died he came back to D.C, got me to enroll in school with him And uh, now I’m here. I go to Washington Uni, by the way. Major in Journalism.” she ended shyly. 

“I’m sorry about your dad. And your grandma. That’s a story.” 

She nodded her head. “Its okay. Better place, you know?” How about you?” 

“Well, uh, I’m from Las Vegas. It’s been just me and my mom for a while.  My childhood was a little weird, graduated high school when I was twelve, then I-” 

“Hold the fuck up, twelve?” he nodded. “Holy shit. You’re one of those freakishly smart prodigy motherfuckers aren’t you?” 

He laughed, “IQ of 187, not to brag.” 

“Oh fuck you, you’re totally bragging.”

“You got into Washington, you did well in school too.” 

“Yeah uh, despite the shitty childhood school wasn’t really ever an issue. My dad was a Senator, George Y/L/N, in New York. He had a lot of random contacts. When we moved to West Virginia I got to go to some snobby private school ‘cause his friend was a board member. Saint Matilda Preparatory School. Top of my class.” she smiled, “Not to brag.” 

“You’re definitely bragging.” he teased.

Scoffing, she said, “I didn’t drop my IQ number, so you’re still the gloating one here.” 

“I didn’t think you were a high school drop-out.”                                                “Aw Spencer really?” she said sarcastically. 

There waiter came and took their order, but neither of them really cared about the food. They stayed there talking for longer then the restaurant would’ve liked, telling each other their craziest dreams, wildest experiences, bad decisions, and nothing and everything. Before they knew it, the restaurant was kicking them out. They walked back to Spencer’s car, hysterically laughing at the disdained waiter who had to so awkwardly ask them to order something else or leave, Y/N clinging to his arm. 

“Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.” Y/N said as Spencer got into the drivers seat. 

“What do you mean?” Spencer turned to face her. 

“Picked me up, taken me to a pretty restaurant, paid, opened doors for me.” her eyes locked in his, “Listened to me talk for so long.”

“I could listen to you talk forever.” he grabbed her face and kissed her. The kiss was nothing like he’d expected. It wasn’t an aggressive make-out fired by lust, it was a kiss of passion and dear affection. 

They began to drive in silence. Not uncomfortable Awkward silence, more like enjoying each other's company silence. That is until Y/N did something Spencer should’ve seen coming as this was the same girl he’d met at the gas station. Her hands were inching their way up his leg to his crotch, teasingly slow. She scanned his eyes for some note to stop, but it never came. She palmed him gently through his pants, watching him struggle to keep his eyes on the road, as he twitched under her touch. “Fuck.” he sighed out quietly, “Stop.”

“Take your shoes off, get in the backseat.” he turned off the main road, driving down a more secluded street until he found a tiny spot almost completely hidden by trees.

“Take your clothes off.” he still hadn’t made eye contact with her since telling her she was smart. She did as she was told, taking off her top and shorts as fast as she could. Spencer got out of the driver's seat and got into the back passenger seat, only the middle seat separating them. “Come here.” obeying, she did. In only a bra and underwear, she crawled into Spencer's fully clothed lap, as he grabbed her face and kissed her. Her barely let her move, wanting to be able to explore her mouth freely, She gasped for air, whispering a small “Oh fuck.”

He tightly gripped her jaw, toying with her bottom lip as he spoke, “You have such a dirty mouth.”

She smiled more poisonously then he’d ever seen, it was mischievous and seductive, and it made him crazy. “What’re you gonna do about it sir?”

Now it was him smiling as the small girl looked up at him with big eyes, “So many things.” He started to kiss her again, this time his hands going down to tease her clothed clit. She moaned into the kiss and rocked her hips down harder into his hand. “Please?” she moaned again.

He moved her panties to the side, sliding a finger through her wetness, “You need something don’t you?” She nodded her head.

“Well, use your words.”

“Touch me.” she got closer in his ear, “Please.”

“What’s with the niceties little girl? You don’t want to be touched, no, Good girls like to be touched. You, you are a desperate little slut, hm?” His fingers dipped into her with no warning, curling immediately, “You want to be destroyed.”

Her hips bucked almost instantly as she cried out, “Yes. I do.”

“Beg for it.”

“Sir,” she opened her eyes to lock with his, “Please.” Spencer continued to curl his fingers while still rubbing her clit, and her moans and breathes got sloppier and louder.

“Please!” she whined. “Please sir.” He couldn’t contain a small laugh, “No.”  

“This is a bit pathetic even for you, no? You’re here naked in my lap begging for me to let you come.” She nodded her head. “Oh but I’m sure you’ve done worse haven’t you love?” She shook her head. As badly as he wanted to lecture her about lying, he could feel her tighten on his fingers. “Can..” she stuttered in between moans, “Can I? Please let me come?”

“Awe, good girl asking for permission.” he pulled his fingers out, “No.”

He slipped his fingers in her mouth and watched as she sucked them off. “Figures you’d be good at that.” he unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants and lied back so the door supported his back. “Come sit on it.”

Her eyes opened in delight as she crawled over and did as she was told. He watched in awe as she sunk herself down onto him, clenching as their thighs met. He let her think she had some control, eyes never leaving her as she bounced and moaned. “You’re such a good girl baby.” He could see her teetering right above the edge, and seeing as he was so close as well, he gave in. “Come for me.” and with that, she did. Practically screaming as he fucked up into her through her orgasm, pulling out and finishing himself.

He hugged her into his chest, whispering small praises and delivering soft kisses to her sweaty forehead. She made small circles with her nails on his arms, “I fucked a doctor!” She giggled. 

Spencer broke out into laughter, “I fucked YOU.” 

“We fucked each other.” They laid there for a moment, Y/N practically melting to the feeling of being in his arms. It was too comforting.  

Eventually, Spencer began driving back to her apartment, loving every moment of her outlandish singing and dancing in his passenger seat until he parked to drop her off. 

“You’re a very special girl.” Spencer said as she smiled.

She took a deep breath, “Spencer, I fucking like you. A lot. I can’t remember the last time I had a good time like this that I wasn’t fucking high or drunk or both.” she continued to ramble, “And I guess what I’m just trying to convey is-” 

She was cut off by Spencer crashing his lips to hers. “I know what you mean.”  

She smiled and gave him one last peck on the lips, “I hope I’ll see you soon Dr.” 

“You will.”

As she walked back up the stairs to her apartment, Y/N only had one thought. How am I gonna manage to fuck this up? 

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DISTRACTION | Spencer Reid Fanfic - 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1071383002-distraction-spencer-reid-fanfic-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=TheAestheticDiary&wp_originator=Ojw1bNGeNrHT5lET319303MVuZQga4FH1aQmZoTxryqNOJt9fZFjYGruwu4rrRddbohfiqw2uzj9casphnsaOubsysYpme3e73eyn9StET71JTbSBh2wF1HXiNMPLpEQ Spencer is struggling with his addiction. As much as he tries to stay clean, he can feel it consuming him. That is until Y/n hits him with the hard truth. Suddenly, he is relying on a complete stranger to help get through it. But is latching on to her healthy for either of them.

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Dozed Off (softdom!spencer) (blurb)

Summary: A night in with reader and spencer <3

Category: Fluffy Smut

CW: penetrative sex, cockwarming, unprotected sex, lots of fluff and kisses, praise, innocence kink, daddy kink, pet names for reader (bunny, princess, sweetheart..)

AN: lmk if i missed any warnings!! enjoy! and no.. i didn’t check for errors im exhausted lol :D <3

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She had been wanting his attention all evening. Finally, she had gotten it. 

He was sitting at his desk, his finger tracing down the column of the new book that he had purchased. She came into the room,wearing only a soft-cream- floral tanktop with a bit of lace on the neckline and a matching pair of delicate panties that sat perfectly on her hips. He didn’t seem to notice her at first--or rather, he did, but wanted to keep her guessing. She walked quietly over to him, her hands clasped together behind her back and her cunt throbbing in her panties for attention. 

She just wanted him. 

“Spence?” she called quietly, and he looked up at her through warm, dark, and lust-filled eyes that made her heart skip a beat. “C-can I sit on your lap, please?” 

He could feel himself getting rather.. worked up as she looked down at him with wide and innocent, doe-eyes. 

Spencer only smiled softly and nodded, having another trick up his sleeve. 

She must have gotten the wrong impression as she climbed onto his lap, kissing him softly. 

“Love?” he whispered, gently cupping her chin with his warm hand. “I want you to sit on my lap.” 

Her eyebrows furrowed together before she realized what he meant, blushing deeply. 

“O-Okay,” she said, her voice quivering. 

“Unless..you don’t want to. Because you could always just sit on my lap like normal. I could read to you, in fact.” 

“N-no! I want to.” She smiled bashfully, straddling one of his thighs. He beamed back, wrapping his hand gently around her throat so their mouths could join together in passionate kisses. 

As they kissed, she took his belt off, unzipped his pants, and took his hardened cock out of its confinements in Spencer’s boxers. 

Spencer and Y/n looked at each other with much care as he held her hips, pulling her towards him, pushing her panties aside, and dragging her wet folds against the tip of his cock as she shook gently. 

She gripped onto his shoulders as he pushed her hips down so his cock was buried to the hilt inside of her pussy, and she whimpered, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck as he fought fucking up into her. 

She began to move before he stopped her. 

“Good girls don’t move until they get told to..You know this, Bunny.” he whispered, and she sat up, tears brimming her eyes. 

“M’sorry, Daddy.” she whined, and he only bit his bottom lip, pulling her back into his arms once more. 

“Keep my cock warm and maybe I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart.”

She nodded against him, and he ran his hands up and down her back, kissing her neck gently and whispering small I love you’s.

He gave her the gentlest, slow and soft pets in her hair, down her back, and around her waist; her arms wrapped around him as her cunt would flutter around his cock every once in a while. 

He whispered softly, “You’re doing so good for me, love, so good.” 

Spencer could feel his beautiful girlfriend beginning to doze off, her breathing soft and careful as he rubbed her ass with one of his hands, sliding his hand underneath her pajama shirt and kissing and nipping at her shoulder. 

She was so safe and warm. 

So relaxed and full, pleasantly stretched open and stuffed delightfully.

Once he was sure she was drifting between being asleep and being awake, he decided to test his theory as to how close he could get her without waking her up. 

Still, he was very soft and slow and light as he took his time, running his hands up her thighs and then swiping his thumb along her puffy clit, then barely rubbing it for just a moment before moving on. 

Spencer was obviously having a very difficult time with not fucking up into her, but he managed. 

He rubbed her clit again, tight circles this time..and almost immediately, he could feel her soaking and warm cunt envelope his cock and squeeze him so deliciously. 

She gasps in his ear as he thrusts slow and deep inside of her, not stopping his thumb’s movement on the bundle of nerves at her center. 

Confused gasps leave her lips as she pulls back a bit to look him in the eyes as he fucks up into her, her breasts bouncing everytime she slaps his skin with hers. 

“Spencie, i feel tingle-y an’--” her voice is cut off with a shaky moan as he leans forward and kisses her neck. 

“Don’t worry, princess,” he kisses her lips softly. “M’gonna help you, okay?” 

She nods, her bottom lip puffed out and red, and he pulls down the straps of her tanktop, her nipples hard and puckered, goosebumps rippling across her flesh as he stands up with her still attached to him and sits her on his desk.

Dragging his thumb across her nipple, he tugs at it a little bit, watching her squirm. 

He begins to fuck her, her breasts bouncing and her hands clutching his bicep as he practically bruises the skin on her hips with his incessant thrusts as he continuously bottoms out inside of her, enjoying the way she whimpers and gasps. 

“Daddy!” she cries, falling back onto the desk, thankfully her head falls on Spencer’s hand as he cups her head, leaning down and feeling her cunt grasp greedily at his cock. 

“Shh, you’re alright,” he whispers, kissing her neck as she begins to come, “You’re safe, just breathe, Bunny.” 

“M’coming, Spence,” she mewls, her eyes rolling back in her head as he fucks her brutally. He can feel himself coming to an end as well. 

“Fuck-me too, Bunny. Come with me, Y/n..You’re doing so good for me, love.” 

She does, tugging at his hair as books from the desk and paperwork fall onto the floor but he is too blissed-out to care. 

His thrusts falter as he fucks his cum deep inside of her, sucking on her nipple as she moans one last time. 

Once they both finish, she smiles softly, and he mirrors her expression, kissing her. 

This.

This is bliss.

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Too Damn Busy (Soft!Dom!Spencer) (blurb)

Summary: Reader feels clingy all the time with Spencer (and he loves it), but especially at work. What will she do when he just looks too good to resist?

AN: she’s a shorty! send me requests! <3 and again, i didn’t check for errors so please ignore any if you see them.

CW: clitoral stim by spencer bouncing his leg, whiny reader, soft kisses, slight heavy petting when no one is watching, clingy reader, soft spencer, orgasm in office (reader), slight thigh-riding (descreet), a little bit of dramatic crying (bc of dramatic reader lol), cuddling (skin to skin contact), allusions to sex

Category: fluffy smut!

Pairings: Spencer Reid (season 13-15 is what i envisioned) x Fem!Reader

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Reader’s POV: 

I couldn’t help myself. 

It was around five in the evening, and my boyfriend just looked a little too good today. 

He looks amazing everyday--in fact, I have a difficult time not being clingy at work because of how delicious he looks in his work shirts and uniform--but today I couldn’t resist. 

I had already finished all of my work, and I just wanted to go home and... be with Spence.

So, I walked on over to his desk once the greater population of the BAU had left the bullpen (Emily and Hotch were the last remaining), and ran my fingers through his curly hair as he scribbled down information on a case file. 

He glanced up at me and smiled, immediately going back to his work. 

I (obviously) wasn’t satisfied with that. 

“Spence?” My voice was light and soft. 

Spencer hummed sweetly in acknowledgement. 

I propped myself next to the paperwork on his desk. He held my hand with his non-dominant and kissed my knuckles gently before writing down more information. 

“Spencer,” I dragged out the last syllable of his name, but to no avail. I played with his fingers and hand, examining and admiring how big they were compared to mine. I kissed the pads of his fingers lightly, and played with the silver watch on his wrist that I had gotten him for last year’s Christmas. “Can we please go home now? Everyone’s practically left!” I pouted, playing with his digits. 

“Y/n, I told you that I had a lot of paperwork to do today,” he murmured, almost annoyed. Spencer gently pried his hand from my hands, running it through his messy hair. “I’ll come get you when I am finished, OK, love?” 

“But-” I began, but Spencer interrupted me. 

“Y/n,” his tone was a warning. He looked up at me with a commanding stare. 

“Spen-” I wanted to cry. 

He used his hand to cup my chin and make me look down at him. 

“I will come get you when I have finished.”

My bottom lip trembled. 

I knew he was busy, and I wasn’t necessarily sad, just frustrated. 

However, that didn’t stop the tear that slipped past my cheek. Spencer had already let go of my face and focused back on his work again. I sniffled, and he immediately noticed. 

“Sweetheart?” his voice is soft and concerned as I swallow some tears, wiping the fallen ones away. Spencer stands up and follows me as I walk to the kitchenette, grabbing a water bottle. Spencer calls my name softly as he finally catches up to me, his hands snaking around my waist. “I’m sorry, love. I know I’ve been more busy recently, and I’m just frustrated because I truly just want to spend time with you.” 

Spencer leans down and catches my bitten lips with his. 

“Okay?” he hums, combing some hair back from my face. I nod, and he smiles softly, holding me closer and kissing me again before pulling away--however he is still in very close and comfortable proximity to me. “How ‘bout you sit on my lap while I do my work? Hm?” 

I nod again, wrapping my arms around him. 

“I’m sorry,” 

“What’re you sorry for?” he asked sincerely. 

“I shouldn’t have cried.” I replied. 

Spencer smiled softly. ���Don’t be sorry about that, okay? We have had a stressful few weeks and haven’t gotten much alone time, love.”

I smiled meekly up at him and kissed him, then let my head rest on his chest.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you more.” he whispers into my hair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. 

--

I sat on Spencer’s lap as he did his work. 

I toyed with his non-dominant hand and he would press kisses upon my shoulder, neck, and cheek. 

And to be fair, I was doing perfectly fine. I was happy that I got to be close with him and he was able to do work. 

Until...he started bouncing his leg. 

I shifted underneath him, trying my best to hide the whimper that was begging to escape from my lips. 

His bouncing was incessant, and it caused the perfect amount of friction to my clit. I held his hand with both of mine, my back arching absent-mindedly. 

Spencer took notice as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. 

“S’that feel good?” 

I giggled breathily, trying my best not to openly grind on him. 

“My sweet girl, so needy all of the time. Even in the office we both work at.” he whispered softly, his leg bouncing up and down quicker. 

“Spence-” I turned around, adjusting my position so I could feel my clothed chest against his. The spot was apparently perfect as once he began bouncing his leg again, I whimpered in the crook of his neck. 

Thankfully, no one was here in the bullpen, only in their offices with the doors and blinds closed. 

Spencer ran his hand up and down my torso gently. He littered small kisses on my shoulder and neck, holding me tighter to him. 

This new angle rubbed perfectly against my clit and I came, whimpering in Spencer’s hair. 

As I came down, he ran his hand up and down my back, the cold of his silver watch chilling me. 

Then, Spencer whispered in my hair as I began to get sleepier. “Let’s go home, love.” 

--

Home is where we went and where we stayed for the night. 

Spencer ran us a warm bath and we kissed until the water ran cold, nipping at our warm skin with ease. 

He peppered every square inch of my skin with kisses, saying how proud he was of me. My heart flipped in my chest everytime Spencer kissed me--especially my lips and forehead. 

When it was time for bed, Spencer insisted that we sleep with skin-to-skin contact. 

“Skin-to-skin contact is great for babies and their mother’s, especially right after being born and during the months of typical breastfeeding. However, it is also good in a romantic relationship. It releases a chemical called oxytocin, which goes hand-in-hand with another chemical, seratonin and even tryptophan. It also just builds trust and bonding in a relationship as well.” Spencer spouted, and I smiled at his facts. 

So, we shed our pajamas once we had finished eating dinner and brushing our teeth. I was exhausted, and I knew Spencer was too.

At first, I laid on his chest, tracing patterns on his abdomen as he hummed.

But then, I began to feel needy again, and straddled him, lying my whole body ontop of him. 

He took my position happily, caressing my back and running his hands softly up and down my spine. 

I hummed as he kissed my head, whispering how much he loved me. 

I whispered back how much I loved him and told him how proud I was of him. 

Just as I was about to be lulled to sleep, listening to the small thraps of his heart beating against his chest, he gently flipped up over so he was lying between my thighs; his head on my belly as he kissed the skin softly. 

I ran my fingers through his hair and he hummed happily, kissing down lower and lower...

Let’s just put one thing straight:

We didn’t go to sleep for hours that night.

We made love for a while, understanding each other’s bodies and needs.

We kissed ourselves to sleep.

We were way beyond happy and content with each other. 

And that was that.

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[spencerreidscoffeecup]

A Dash of Magic (Switch! Spencer)

Summary: Criminal Minds AU where reader is a witch. The team (including Spencer, who seems to be somewhat bitter towards her), does not know that reader is a witch and she would like to keep it that way. Once Spencer complains about his incessant headaches, reader invites him over to her place, and whips up a tea potion for him to drink. However, the tea does not cure the dull aching pain that settles between each of the pair's legs...

Requested: Nope!

CW: casting spells, brewing potions, kissing, hand-job, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (male-recieving), language, some crying, use of nickname (Bunny), thigh-riding

AN: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this AU!! Send me more suggestions for writing prompts whenever you would like. And remember, if your prompt doesn't get picked, do NOT take it personally. My brain just won't cooperate with certain things lol. ALSO!! The spells in this book are not real, however the tea potion is a real potion! I'm a beginner in learning about witchcraft, so I was excited to write this! Love you all! <3

(I imagined seasons 12-15 Spencer for this one-shot but season 6 headache plot)

Reader's POV:

"Ah, fuck!"

A loud groan sounded throughout the bullpen as I looked up from my plethora of paperwork, to see the young doctor, his file papers strewn about on the ground as he rubbed the heel of his palm over his eye. His face was scrunched up in a painful state as the team looked at him confusedly.

"You alright there, Pretty Boy?" Derek spoke from behind me, his eyebrows arched.

"Y-yeah, I just have a headache." Spencer replied, running his fingers through his hair as he knelt down to pick up his papers.

I sympathized with him, deciding to help him out. "Here, let me help."

I knelt down next to him as he shuffled through his papers. Spencer closed his eyes harshly, his breathing slightly shaky before exhaling to calm himself.

"No, it's okay," he muttered, taking the filing papers from my grasp. "I don't need help."

He picked the rest of his papers up, putting them on his desk before walking to Hotch's office.

I turned around to look at Morgan, who just rolled his eyes as if to say, don't let him bother you.

But the thing was, he did bother me.

I couldn't help it.

Something about him enthralled me to my very core, even if I had denied it in the past when speaking to the girls. Unfortunately for me, Spencer had always given me the cold shoulder, ever since I joined the team. He would cooperate with me if he and I were on a mission together for a case, but other than that, he made it his goal to never speak to me aside from that.

However, I had this odd yearning towards the man, which would inevitably be the death of me as I tried several different ways to get him to like me.

For example, I would try to talk to him about the things he was interested in, but he would always brush me off or try his best to close down the conversation as respectfully as possible.

Today though, I would take advantage of the growing pain that made his head throb.

I had a secret that I kept hidden away in the lower depths of my life.

A secret that no one on the team knew about.

I never wanted anyone to know as I was always teased about it.. People's relentless teasing made me feel dumb and stupid for liking and believing in witchcraft. I never told the team in fear.

Yes, a witch.

A modern witch, sure, but nonetheless a witch.

All the way down the line of my family, the women had been witches.

I took after my mother's abilites.

Nobody knew.

And as much as I'd like to keep it that way, I knew that I could help Spencer if I utilized my innate talents.

I worked with essential oils, teas, crystals, and more. And I happened to know the exact tea potion to help Spencer out of his painful problem. To ebb the dull pain of his gnawingly painful headaches that kept on occurring in his life.

I knew that he thought that he was good at hiding his headaches from the team, and maybe he was, but he had no chance at hiding it from me. I could practically feel his migraines when he walked into the office a few weeks ago. In fact, I could feel it so intensely that my head began to pound.

I always had a knack for feeling and soothing the pain of my companions and friends.

Though, as I watched Spencer try his best to focus on his work, I could tell that he just couldn't.

He would rub his temples a lot, blinking hard and fast, squinting, and I saw him pop two ibuprofens in his mouth once lunch had ended.

So, when he was walking back from the elevators, I grabbed his hand, hearing him yelp behind me in shock as I pulled him into the supply closet.

"Y/n, what are you-?" he whisper-shouted, his eyes opening widely despite his pain.

"Shh," I shushed him, hovering my hand over his mouth.

I knew he wasn't one for germs.

"Come to my apartment tonight. I have something for you," I whispered, letting my hand fall to my side.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes narrowing down at me.

"I have something for you that will help with your pain..it's practically a panacea that will soothe your headaches that I know you have been having for these past few weeks." I explained.

Spencer looked down at me, his beautiful eyes burning holes into mine.

"How did you know I've been having headaches?" he quizzed, his brain seemingly moving slower than usual.

"N-no reason. I could just sense them, I guess," Spencer still seemed reluctant as I looked into his eyes, his pupils wide because of the dark closet we were currently standing inside of. "Just come by my apartment.. I live one floor up from yours. I can help you."

"Wait- you've lived one floor up from mine this whole time? How did I not know?"

"You never asked." I stated, shrugging.  I opened the closet door, then slipped out of it, walking back to my desk as I began my paperwork.

A few minutes later, Spencer walked back to his desk, looking up at me before he looked back down at his papers.

--

Spencer's POV:

I didn't hate Y/n, per se... although the team sure thought I did, that was extremely false. I liked her.

Well.. I liked her a lot.

Too much for my own good, I'd say.

There was just something about her that made my heart skip a beat, and her bright aura always complimented her glowing features.

I was already falling extremely hard for her.. Every single day my heart would grow at the mere sight or sound of her. Even the mention of her name made my stomach flutter with little butterflies that made me queasy.

So no, I didn't hate or even dislike her one bit. I chose to give her the cold shoulder because I was afraid.. Afraid of the trouble that could come from us being together.

And although I thought that being rude to her was the best option so that she wouldn't start to like me; and I wouldn't begin to fall so deeply in love with her that it hurt my heart, I still felt my heartstrings being tugged at whenever I would brush her off.

She didn't deserve that.

She didn't deserve somebody like me.

She was so beautiful--so pure.

Her features are that of a fae; so soft and effortlessly ethereal that it burned my soul.

One time, I brushed my hand across her arm for a split second to grab the sugar that was next to the coffee pot that she was grabbing...Her skin was so soft, so supple. It made my heart melt when she laughed nervously and apologized.

I couldn't stop thinking about the way her skin would feel pressed against mine.

The way she would feel around me.

The way her lips would be worn down from her constant biting and my constant kissing.

I pondered how she would shake and tremble when our bodies collided multiple times. How her nails would drag down my skin to create beautiful irritated marks that I would admire later on.

I thought about how our hips would rock brutally together, as though she was the greater depths of the ocean that held so many secrets, and I was a boulder that sat on the golden sand of the seashore; the water from the beautiful body of water crashing against my rugged surface; two violent things creating a beautiful sight and feeling.

I wondered what it would be like once she bounced haphazardly on my cock, feeling her inner walls flutter around me as she cried out.

How it would feel when she would collapse onto my heaving chest, my cum dripping from her cunt, and back down to my dick.

For these imaginative reasons that I [guiltily] had pleasured myself to on countless nights and occasions, I came to one hurtful conclusion.

I couldn't get close to her.

I was scared that she would reject me if I told her how I felt.

I was scared that if I was around her one more minute, I wouldn't be able to control my feelings.

However, when she had pulled me into the supply closet and told me to meet at her apartment, which I unfortunately had no clue was one level above mine, I couldn't resist her any longer.

I would come to her place to get my treatment from her, then walk back to my apartment.. Alone and depressed at the fact that I couldn't be with the person I so adored.

--

At reader's apartment: 7:00 PM

Reader's POV:

I awaited for Spencer impatiently, cleaning my whole apartment in hopes that it would distract me from the nauseating nervous butterflies that swarmed throughout my belly.

I then gathered my ingredients: mint leaves, chamomile, lavender, smoky quartz and amethyst.

That's when I heard two swift knocks at my door, and I quickly turned the lights off, opting for the dim glow of lamps and various unscented candles to set a better ambience.

Walking over to the door, I opened it, seeing Spencer, his lips pressed in a thin line as I welcomed him in.

He wore the same thing that he went to work in: a white, collared shirt under a navy blue sweater vest, a tie fastened around his neck, his black slacks, and converse.

Spencer slipped his converse off to reveal a pair of mismatched socks: on his left were purple dinosaurs and on his right, little bananas.

"Nice socks," I giggled, and Spencer glanced down at his feet before looking back up at me, blushing slightly.

"Thanks." he responded simply, and I gave him a small smile.

"Uh, go to my room and lie on the bed. There's a few things that I have planned for tonight," Spencer's eyes went wide at my wording, and I felt my face grow red as I laughed nervously. "N-not like that! Just- I have different methods of helping your headaches."

Spencer just chuckled lightly, then rubbed his eyes harshly.

I gently pried his hand away from his face, holding it in my hand. I expected a withdrawal of his hand, but he instead softly wove his fingers in between mine as I led him to my bed.

"Just lie down and I'll be back in a few moments." Spencer nodded, and I walked out of the room to my kitchen to where my tea kettle sat. I filled it with water then let it boil. Once the water was hot enough, I poured it into a mug and put my ingredients in the tea, leaving the crystals to charge around the mug as I whispered a small chant, closing my eyes.

Vale Dolor.

Vale Dolor.

Vale Dolor.

I took a deep breath then picked the mug up in one hand, the crystals and some mint essential oil in the other as I walked back to my room.

My breath hitched in my throat at the sight of Spencer: his tie had been pulled loose around his neck, his sweater vest and jacket off to the side as he had unbuttoned his collared shirt down to the middle of his chest. He had laid down, his eyes closed momentarily before opening to look at mine.

"H-Hey," I greeted, clearing my throat before setting the crystals and essential oil down on the nightstand next to him. "Here."

I handed Spencer the cup, and he took it, looking down at the hot liquid then back up at me. "What is it?" he asked.

"It's tea. It's going to get rid of your headaches. Although, this is only part of the process to relieve your pain," I explained, pouring some water into my diffuser along with the peppermint oil.

"What's in this tea?" he asked me curiously. He brought the beverage up to his nose, then inhaled the scent of my concoction.

"Chamomile, lavender, mint leaves.. You know, the norm," I stated, turning my diffuser on next to his head. I looked at him expectantly, then gestured for him to start his 'treatment'. "Go on, drink it."

Spencer hesitantly brought the liquid up to his mouth, as though I had led him over to hang out at my place so I could poison him. He took a sip from it, his eyes going wide with delight as he began to drink the liquid away.

I watched as he drank the beverage, his Adam's apple bobbing lightly in his throat before he finished the drink completely in a matter of seconds.

I sat down on the bed next to his lean frame, grabbing the crystals and putting one in each hand.

"What're you doing?" he asked as I wrapped my hand around his fingers, forcing his hands to shut around the crystals.

"Shh," I shushed, adjusting his head on my pillow. "Just trust me.. Is it okay if I take your shirt off? It's okay if not, but the spell might not work."

My eyes went wide as I realized that I just practically spilled my secret to him.

Shit!

"Spell?" he asked, his eyes beginning to flutter closed.

Thank God, it's working.

I ignored his question, instead asking for his consent.

"Spencer, is it okay if I take your shirt off?"

"Yes." he replied, a little too quickly.

I nodded to myself, then began to unbutton his shirt, pushing the fabric open and pulling it down his arms.

I felt butterflies swarm my belly at the sight of him, the golden flicker of the candles that lit up my room with a yellow glow illuminating his body.

I then took my clear and smoky quartz mini crystals off of my nightstand and placed them on his body carefully, Spencer's breathing had now been leveled out and I could see he had fallen asleep.

God, he looked so beautiful.

I took the herbs from his cup and put them on his belly, the muscles twitching slightly at the sudden warmness, however, Spencer stayed fast asleep.

I began my chant:

"My head is twisting, churning, hurting. Please stop the spinning and stop the burning."

I repeated this three times as I gently placed one hand on Spencer's chest and the other on his stomach, his skin feeling like silk against my touch.

I then visualized a pool of very disturbed, rippling, splashing water, then visualized the water calm. I began to feel little pins and needles at the ends of my fingertips as I breathed in, picturing that I was inhaling Spencer's dull aches, then as I exhaled, I envisioned little white clouds that drifted into the air, eventually floating down and seeping into Spencer's body, his pain being soothed automatically.

I finished the spell, taking the crystals off of Spencer as I thanked the universe for its myriad of abilities.

As I cleared the crystals off of his chest, wiping the dampened herbs from Spencer's skin, I felt his breathing pick up; Spencer shooting up from bed almost immediately as he panted.

I brushed his hair from his dewy forehead that had been stuck to his skin from his sweating.

"Shh, it's okay. You may feel a little dizzy right now, and that's totally normal," I whispered, cupping the back of his head gently as I laid him back down on the pillow, his chest heaving slightly. "How do you feel?"

"I-" Spencer inhaled, shaking his head in disbelief as he blinked slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I feel amazing!"

Yes! I knew it would work.

I giggled, taking the crystals from his hands and setting them down on the nightstand next to him.

"H-how did you do it?" he asked, taking small sips of the cool water I had brought with me.

"Why, Spencer, I can't tell you that!" I exclaimed, walking into my bathroom to grab some lavender oils and a bottle of unscented lotion.

"But- I-I've been to six doctors and I've been prescribed different medications.. None of them have worked. I haven't felt relief in weeks. And now, my pain is gone? How did you do it?"

I laughed softly, setting the lotion and oils down on my dresser.

"I just used a... dash of magic." I said, satisfied with my answer.

Spencer, on the other hand, was still running theories through the machine that was his mind. He looked at me with so much awe that it made my heart flutter in my chest.

However, he didn't push me on my answer.. even if it looked as though it had taken everything in him to not say another word about it. Instead, he asked me what I was doing, as I laid a white sheet down on the foot of my bed, then proceeded to mix together my ingredients for what I was going to do next for him.

If he wanted his headaches to be tame and or non-existent in the future, I had to do one last thing.

Give him an herb-based massage.

I opened the cabinet in my room, taking the coconut oil, mint leaves, lavender, and ground rosemary from the shelf as I instructed Spencer to lie down on his stomach.

"Why?" he asked, however, he did as I said, taking his shirt off completely as my stomach practically flipped inside of me.

"I'm going to give you a massage... Is that okay?"

Once again, Spencer's answer came faster than he obviously intended it to.

"Yes."

As Spencer sat on the white sheet, I mixed the coconut oil in with a tablespoon of chopped mint leaves, ground rosemary, and dried lavender; pulverizing the ingredients together with a manual grinder.

Spencer's curious eyes followed my actions as he put his shirt to the side of the bed.

I put the paste down on the dresser next to me before grabbing the lavender oils and adding two drops on each of my pointer and middle fingers. Walking over to Spencer, I rubbed the oils on his temples, watching his eyes flutter close as a contentful, soft hum sounded from his throat.

I smiled at that.

"Lie on your stomach." I whispered, and Spencer did just that, following my instructions almost immediately.

I grabbed a glob of the paste and began rubbing it on his back, his body jolting slightly at the chilliness of my mixture contrasting with his warm skin making him hiss slightly at the feeling.

I apologized, rubbing the puree on his back muscles, which were extremely tense.

"Your muscles are really tight," I pointed out softly to him, gingerly rubbing his shoulder blades, then massaging his neck, his body thrusted forwards slightly as I heard a soft groan rumble in his throat.

I felt heat shoot straight to my core as my face heated up.

Finding a knot on the nape of his neck, I examined the way his hands gripped my bed sheets tightly as I massaged him; his knuckles turning white.

He sighed softly, Spencer's biceps flexing as he gripped my bed sheets even more, a small whimper slipping past his lips.

I couldn't stop myself.

Even if I tried to, it would have never stopped the overwhelming emotion that oozed from my body.

The tension was too much for me to handle.

I massaged down his body, then bent my neck down as I laid soft kisses down his back, his muscles tensing slightly before relaxing as mewls fell from his mouth.

"Fuck." he whimpered, his breathing beginning to get heavy.

I bit my bottom lip down as I rubbed the apex of his hips, his pants drooping a bit lower which gave me access to a bit more skin to massage. Spencer let out a soft moan as I rubbed him, his hips beginning to buck against my bed.

I made my way up to his ear, whispering, "Turn over."

Spencer reluctantly did as I said, his hesitance coming from the fact that his tented crotch was sensitive against the zipper of his pants as he turned to lay on his back, his beautiful eyes clouding with a lust that made my heart skip a beat.

I rubbed his collarbones gently before Spencer sat up slowly, his hand finding its way in my hair as it tangled between my locks as he brought me to him in a heated, and dizzying kiss. I gasped in surprise, my head spinning at the sensation.

I felt Spencer smirk onto my mouth as he kissed me with more fervour, my knees becoming weak at the feeling of his lips on mine; our tongues massaging against one another as my hands had done seconds ago to his body. I then unlatched my lips from his, using quick hands as I unbuckled his belt, looking back at Spencer for his permission.

He nodded, a small, lazy smile stretching across his lips. I pulled his tented slacks down, his dick strained against his boxers before I slipped my hand under the waistband, stroking his length gently as he whimpered once more.

His head tilted back as I took his dick out from his confinements, the leftover herb-paste on my hands making my strokes quicken as I kissed him. He groaned as I massaged his balls, his hips bucking up into my hand as his breathing began to quicken. Spencer sat up as I got on my knees, batting my eyelashes up at him as he stared down at me with a greedy look.

I stroked him at a speed like no other, massaging the base of him as I felt his dick twitch in my hand.

"Fuck, Y/n-" he gasped, his hands searching for any surface he could hold onto. "I-I'm gonna cum."

His sentence fueled me with such desire that I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock, sucking lightly on it as his face scrunched up in pleasure; his hands that had once had a hold on my bedsheets now flying to the back of my head, tugging at my hair lightly as I sucked in a breath, letting my jaw go slack as I gagged a bit, my mouth traveling down to the base of him as tears stung my eyes.

"Oh- oh- fuck-!" Spencer curses before shooting his seed down my throat as I hum happily. He pets my head lovingly, his hips bucking slightly.

"That's right, swallow it for me, beautiful." he praises, thrusting slowly into my mouth as he comes down from his orgasm. The sudden change of attitude makes my inner walls clench around nothing, my desire for him only growing.

He pulls me up from his dick, using his thumb to wipe away his mess and my spit that dribbled onto my chin. He then pressed the pad of his finger against my bottom lip as I open my mouth, instantly accepting him. He slides his finger inside as I begin to suck, Spencer's dick beginning to harden again as he groans softly. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he holds onto my chin firmly with his hand, guiding my head to go up and down his thumb as his pupils dilate.

"Good girl," he says, kissing my nose then lips, my heart still hammering in my chest as he begins taking my tank top off. "Is this okay?" he asks, pressing his forehead against mine.

"God, yes." I say, and Spencer chuckles lightly.

The room feels as though it's spinning around me as Spencer sheds my clothes off for me, now only leaving me in my small, cotton panties. He kisses my chest and collarbones in the process, making the already-apparent butterflies in my belly multiply like rabbits.

I push him to sit down on the edge of the bed, instantly straddling his thighs as my clit begs for friction. I rub my clothed core on his hard dick, small mewls exiting my mouth.

My hips desperately move on his dick, my hands clung to his skin as Spencer rests his hands firmly on my waist, trying his best to stop my quick movements.

"I need you, baby, please," I whined, nuzzling my face into his neck and pressing open-mouthed kisses to his skin as my hips shift over to grinding my wet pussy on his thigh, my hands moving quickly to hold onto him tightly; the feelings all too delicious for me to halt my actions.

"Fuck, Bunny, you weren't kidding," he hissed again as I managed to push my panties off of my body, my wet core dragging up his thigh as I stroke his dick once more. He groans at the sensations, "Not very patient at all..."

The nickname makes my hips buck, my hands digging into his skin as he watches me, a woman unhinged. He grabs my hips to try and still them, but I quicken my pace.

"Stop." he demands.

I can't.

I seriously cannot stop.

It feels too amazing.

"I-I can't!" I cry, tears falling from the corners of my eyes as my hips rock on him.

My clit throbs gently as I feel sparks tingle throughout my veins.

"Be good for me, and stop." he says, his hands digging into my hips to falter my movements.

More tears fall from my eyes as he pouts softly.

"Oh, don't cry, love," he uses one hand to brush away my tears, kissing my cheek softly. "I wasn't planning on denying your pleasure any further."

He wraps his arms around my waist, helping me sit up, then kisses my lips softly.

"Spence, please- I need you s-so bad!" I sob, now practically full-on crying as I sniffle softly.

The corners of Spencer's eyes soften as he kisses me softly now.

"Are you sure?" he asks gently against my lips.

I'm sure.

I've never been more sure in my life.

I need him.

"Yes!" I squeak, my hands cupping his face.

Spencer kisses me once more before wrapping his hands under my thighs and lifting them up as I grip onto his dick. I was definitely wet enough to have him enter me. He hisses slightly as I sink down on him little by little, my stomach tightening in the process.

His eyes stayed fixated on his lap, watching himself disappear inside of me as I begin to move.

My body shakes, and he must have noticed as he wraps his arms around me protectively, my arms wrapped loosely around his neck, before my hands tangle in his hair.

He leans down, taking one of his hands and sucking on my left breast, his teeth lightly grazing my areola as I cry out.

He does this to my right breast before sucking on my skin, all the way to my mouth as I begin to bounce on him, our gasps interrupting passionate kissing.

"You feel so fucking good, Y/n." he keens, bucking his hips up to meet mine and I cry out.

"Spence- please-!" I sob, my bouncing beginning to burn my thighs as my lower belly begins to create the burning ball of pleasure. Our lips stayed connected, trading kisses and whimpers as I began rolling my hips back and forth, each movement like a wave. His hands grip onto my ass as he guides my grinding movements, then move to my waist as he helps me bounce faster on him, our sounds filling the room like a beautiful symphony.

Spencer surprises me by standing up, pushing me against my door as my legs wrap around his torso.

I sob as he fucks me harder, my squeals only fueling his delicious thrusts.

"That's it, pretty girl. You can take it," he cooes, lovingly petting my head before pressing it harder against the wood, "Cry if you have to."

My body begins to tremble as he repeatedly hits my sweet spot, my mouth opening into a silent scream as Spencer fucks me against my bedroom door.

"Shit!" he groans, the passionate sounds of skin on skin slapping and wetness filling the air around our rocking bodies.

I already feel my orgasm creeping up on me, and my eyes roll back in my head as he fucks me harder. My fingernails dig into his biceps as his muscles flex. He brings me up and down on his dick as his hips buck up to meet mine.

"Spencer, I'm go-" I physically cannot finish my sentence as his pace quickens, his chest heaving as he pounds into me relentlessly.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Bunny?" he asks teasingly, petting my cheek.

I nod dumbly, my body beginning to twitch around him.

"Well then go on, love.. Cum on my cock."

His permission is all I need as I jump into the beautiful ocean of euphoria, broken moans and gasps are the only sounds I am capable of making as I press my front against Spencer's, the new angle milking out my orgasm as my pussy clamps down on his dick, crackly moans and obscenities leaving his throat which only elongates the time of my orgasm.

My body quivers around his dick as I ride out my high, Spencer's release following right after mine.

He slows his thrusts, panting as I cup his face and bring him in for another kiss, my body still twitching slightly.

His thrusts falter, and evnetually come to a complete stop as I smile lazily against his lips, and he smiles back, walking over to the bed and lying down with him still inside of me. I hold him close as he laughs breathily, Spencer littering my breasts and neck with light kisses.

He eventually pulls out, kissing my lips before lying down on the bed next to me.

It's quiet for a moment, but no longer tense.

"So," I begin, giving his lips a soft kiss. "I know we kind of skipped a few steps, but would you like to go on a date with a witch?"

Spencer breaks out into a smile that makes my heart melt.

"I knew it!" he exclaims, laughing softly. "And yes, of course.. I'd love to go on a date with you."

I smile, kissing his lips before asking him the question he has probably heard his whole life. "How did you figure it out?"

Spencer shrugs, "Deductive reasoning. Also, no regular person can cure a mysterious, 3-week-long migraine like you did in a matter of minutes."

I laugh softly, combing my fingers through his hair.

"So you don't find it weird that I'm into witchcraft?"

Spencer's eyes soften. "Of course I don't find it weird. It just makes you more irresistible."

I giggle, a light blush forming my cheeks.

I guess I had nothing to worry about after all.

#spencereid #dom!spencer #sub!reader #fanfiction #criminalminds #smut #spencerreidsmut #matthewgraygubler

[safertokiss]

Hate the Game, Love the Player

A/N: Let the fun times ensue! I really liked this prompt and a story kinda just wrote itself in my chaotic brain so here we are. I relate to this prompt greatly, I will admit, so it was extremely easy to channel. Anyways, thanks for reading and life’s a party.

Prompt: "spence i fucking hate chess. i just like spending time with you." (Anonymous)

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: Fluff and SMUT

Word Count: 4k

ENJOY:)

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MASTERLIST

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Spencer Reid. Spencer Fucking Reid. What a man.

You had been pretty much in love with the resident genius since the second you stepped foot into the BAU for your first day over a year ago. You could remember your first meeting plain as day, the way he stuttered out an introduction while a bright blush covered his entire figure, the way he fiddled with his hands to stay grounded in the moment. You had found the whole interaction very adorable and had decided in that moment that your heart belonged to him.

You guys had hit it off almost immediately, surprising absolutely no one on the team, and a beautiful friendship quickly bloomed between the two of you. While you certainly loved being his best friend and colleague, you were stuck.

 As more and more time passed with Spencer at your side, you couldn't stop the feelings you harbored for him from dramatically increasing. You had always read those stupid, sappy romance books that, more often than not, revolved around a close friendship being troubled by one half of the duo catching feelings for the other. Even worse were the stories where they didn’t end up together. You hoped that that wasn’t going to be the case for you and the doctor.

Of course the feelings weren’t just one-sided. It was blatantly obvious to pretty much everyone on the team, yourself included, that he felt the same exact way about you, and while the knowledge of his affection was encouraging, it didn’t amount to much because you knew he wasn’t the type to admit his feelings outright, especially to a female. Since there was no way in hell he was going to make the first move, you had been trying your hardest to make your advances as obvious and clear as humanly possible, hoping that at least one of them would finally lead to more. You had reached a point where you were so desperate you were willing to do the unspeakable for him. It was time to do the completely unimaginable.

“Hey Spence!” You watched his body jump slightly before swirling around in his chair to make eye contact with you, giving you a perfect view of his figure. He looked especially good today for some reason and you suspected that had something to do with your sudden willingness to go through with the one thing you had hoped you would never have to do. “Yeah?”

Oh boy here we go, now or never. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to maybe teach me how to play chess sometime? I’ve been meaning to learn how for quite a while now.” You certainly didn’t miss the way his face lit up with excitement at your question, quickly confirming that you had had the right idea and made the right decision asking.

“R-really? You’d actually want to do that? Oh wow, I’d love to teach you sometime! Maybe uh, if you want of course, you could come over tonight after work and we could start then. I’ll even um-I’ll even try not to win so you could have some fun! Oh um-uh not that you wouldn’t be able to win on your own, it’s just that-” 

“Spence, slow down”, you said with a chuckle, unable to contain the smile that covered your lips. “Tonight sounds great. I’ll meet you at your place after we get out of here, ok?” The stupid childlike grin that spread across his face was intoxicating and made you somehow fall even deeper in love with him. It was honestly baffling that someone as seemingly perfect as him could actually exist. God, how you hoped the two of you would at last grow some balls tonight and do something, finally putting that built-up tension to rest. Well, hopefully not to rest. You certainly wouldn’t mind it sticking around forever, as long as he was by your side to ease the borderline torture whenever it reared it’s ugly head.

“Ok uh-yeah that sounds awesome! S-see you tonight then. Oh and don’t forget to bring earplugs for when you inevitably get tired of hearing me explain the complexities of the game for the thousandth time”, he shyly added at the end. You didn’t even attempt to stop the lighthearted snort that escaped at his words. Like you could ever possibly grow tired of listening to him? That’s a big, fat negative. Giving you one last wide grin, he spun back around and began working on his files again, leaving you vulnerable to the not exactly innocent thoughts swirling around in your head.

You were going over his house tonight, the two of you would be all alone. Sure, you had been over there plenty of times before for various reasons, but this felt significantly different for some reason. Maybe that was down to the fact that you fully intended on making some kind of move tonight, in turn, hopefully, making your intentions completely clear to him. You had no definite way of knowing how far things would end up going later, but you certainly had a preference of where you wanted things to end up. Too many days had been spent pining over the young doctor, and at this point it was the only thing you could think of that would satisfy your desires.

Would he even want to though? As close as the two of you were, the topic of sex or anything even remotely sexual never seemed to breech into your conversations, as much as that disappointed you. It wasn’t exactly that you were worried about him not being into that kind of stuff, it was more of a deep rooted insecurity that often made you question whether or not he would ever want to do something of the sort with you. You quickly pushed the thought out of your head, deciding that the only way you were ever going to know for sure was if you worked up the courage to make some sort of significant advance in his direction tonight. 

Eventually ignoring your raging inner thoughts and returning to the task at hand, you couldn’t help but check the clock every few minutes, anxiously counting the minutes until you were able to leave this place and get to his. 

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You had all but sprinted out of the office earlier once your shift had come to an end, rushing to get to your car so you could leave. 

The excitement that had been pumping through your veins was intoxicating and made you question all the seemingly silly nerves you had felt building up throughout the day. What was there to be nervous about? It was just chess. However, as you pulled into his apartment complex’s lot, you realized that it was so much more than just chess and the nerves came rushing back through you like a fucking tsunami.

You didn’t even want to discuss the way you felt right now, perched directly outside of his apartment, dazedly staring at the wooden door. Was it too late to just turn around, go home and forget that this whole damn thing ever even happened. A lucid fever dream, that’s what this could be if you just left. 

No. You wanted and needed this. Here’s hoping Spencer did too.

You cautiously raised your fist before gently knocking on the rough surface a couple of times. You were able to hear some slight movement from inside and just as you were taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down a bit more, the door swung open, an equally nervous and excited looking Spencer now standing opposite you. God he was so pretty.

“Hi”, he quietly spoke, his eyes absentmindedly sweeping across your frame. You were easily able to detect the anticipation that radiated off of him in waves, the same feeling emanating from deep within you as well. “Hey Spence”, you breathily whispered, a shy smile gracing your lips.

After a brief moment of just silently staring at each other, Spencer snapped out of his apparent stupor and awkwardly angled his body to the side so you could come inside, gently shutting the door behind you. Immediately after entering his apartment your eyes drifted to the kitchen, noticing that he had somehow managed to cook dinner for the two of you in the very short time since you guys had gotten out of work, him leaving the office slightly earlier than you did. The kind gesture made you feel warm inside, the situation as a whole feeling amazingly domestic. 

“Oh my god. Spence, you really didn’t have to do all this. It smells amazing!” You watched the young doctor ripen into a tomato at your words, feeling your desire for him deepen even further. He blindly followed you as you made your way towards the kitchen to investigate his hard work, passing by the fancy, little chess board you had always ignored before on the way. “It’s no problem at all Y/n, can’t have you learning on an empty stomach right?”, he teased as you let out a light giggle at his thought process. “I suppose you are the doctor here”, you answered with a joking tone. “Shall we then?” Suddenly feeling much more comfortable in each other’s presence, the two of you quickly ate, Spencer’s cooking completely blowing your mind.

“Ok as amazing as that was Spence, I believe it’s chess learning time!” You succeeded in portraying genuine excitement at your statement, simply opting to instead think about all the possibilities of what could happen, rather than the game itself. The evident excitement that exuded from his slim figure was more than enough encouragement for you to get the ball rolling and waltz over to the mahogany table, promptly assuming your position across from him. “All you Reid, I’m completely at your mercy.” You saw him swallow hard at your choice of words and found yourself slyly smirking at his reaction. Quickly clearing his throat, he jumped right into things.

“O-ok so basically to start off there’s um-six classes or ranks for the pieces. You have the pawns, the rooks, the knights, bishops, kings and queens and uh-each different rank has their own move set or “abilities”, if you will. Before every game there’s a specific order that they…”

You tried. You really, really tried to focus on what he was saying, but there was no stopping your mind from wandering to more pressing matters. For example: how unbelievably hot he looked rambling excitedly about one of the most boring things on the planet. He made you actually look forward to playing. In all honesty, you already knew how to play the dreadful game, thanks to years and years of mandatory family bonding time with your dad when you were younger. Spencer didn’t need to know that though. 

Eventually his instructional spiel had come to an end, the two of you now having moved on to a couple practice rounds to get the hang of things. You hated fibbing to him about your previous experience with the game, but it was well worth it to see the way his face lit up with every word that fell from his lips. After engaging in several “practice” games, Spencer had deemed you suitable for the real deal, offering to still help you along the way if you needed it, for which you thanked him.

The first few trial games that you guys played through went by pretty smoothly and while you were nowhere near beating him, you were able to hold your own weight fairly well. Sure, you had had previous experience from your childhood, but it had been so long you found your skills were kind of rusty and they presented themselves as such. The longer you both played the more you remembered, reaching the point where you were actually rivalling him and giving him some sort of competition. You could see how impressed he was with you, but there also seemed to be some layer of pride boiling underneath the surface. While you loved his reactions to your “newly” acquired skills, things were going much too slow for your liking and you knew exactly what to do.

“How about we up the stakes a little bit, hmmm?” He looked up at your words, a curious look crossing over his features.

“What did you have in mind?” You watched him visibly gulp at the suggestive smirk that slowly adorned your face. Momentarily ignoring his question, you began to reset the board, the clinking of game pieces being the only sound filling the apartment, that and Spencer’s bated breath as he waited for a response. 

“Ok, I’m sure you’ve heard of strip poker before?” You watched him hesitantly nod his head in agreement before continuing. “Well how about we play some strip chess, make things a bit more exciting, yeah?” The speed at which a blush overtook his features would’ve been alarming to anyone else on the planet, except for you of course, who found it utterly adorable.

“I uhh-I y-yeah, sure. Sure! We can do that. It sounds kind of...fun? What um-how would that work exactly?” You gave him a bright smile at the evident eagerness laced within his words before explaining your thought process on specific rules for the game. 

“Well I’m thinking that we don’t have enough layers on to remove something everytime we capture an opponent’s piece...soooo..maybe every two pieces captured by the other person you have to take something off? Yeah that sounds like it should work. Good?” You watched him seem to mull over things quickly in his head before nodding with slightly more confidence than he had exuded before. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Around twenty minutes later, the two of you were stripped down to the bare minimum, you in just your panties and bra, him in his boxers, both of you finally seeming to understand the weight of the current situation you were in. You certainly hadn’t expected to give Spencer this big of a run for his money, but you were glad you were able to best him at least a few times. However, depending on the next few moves, you guys were so close to crossing a line that neither of you could possibly come back from. 

Unfortunately, while you were too busy worrying about what was about to happen, Spencer had cornered one of your pieces and captured it, making it his second piece of yours captured since the last article of your clothing had come off. His head jerked up towards you as he realized what his small victory meant. Shit. Were you really about to expose yourself to him, willingly at that?

Yes. Yes you were.

Spencer watched with wide eyes and labored breathing as you slowly reached behind your back to undo the clasps on your bra, the material falling forward slightly, until you removed the straps making the lacy garment come off completely, sending a shy smile in his direction. You swear you saw his eyes darken as they widened even further at your bold movement, his Adam's apple bobbing at the sight of your bare chest right there in front of him. Unable to think about it too long and suddenly emboldened by his reactions, you quickly made your next move while he was basically hypnotized by your tits. Maybe this could work to your advantage after all. 

Realizing that the boy genius wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon, seemingly too invested in his personal peepshow, you snapped your fingers in front of his face to grab his attention. His eyes immediately snapped up to meet yours, embarrassment coating his face as he cleared his throat. “Oh I-um-sorry. I was a bit d-distracted”, he nervously chuckled, aware he had been caught ogling your body like a horny teenager, not that you minded in the slightest.

You could easily tell how frazzled the young doctor still was as he took his turn, making a move that there was no way in hell Spencer would have ever made with a clear mind. An excited smirk graced your face as you registered what he had just done. And based on the way his eyebrows furrowed, it seemed as though he had too. No fucking way. 

“I uhh-uhh...shit. I-I um…”

Making sure to maintain steady eye contact with him, you slowly leaned over the table, your breasts pushing together perfectly to compliment the show you were putting on, and confidently made your final move.

“Checkmate.”

As the two of you sat there just staring at each other, you noticed his breathing becoming more and more labored, his eyes completely black with desire, yours probably looking the same.

Fuck it, let’s go.

The speed at which you shoved the board clean off the table and climbed across it into his lap was astounding, immediately smashing your lips together as you successfully straddled him. He moaned into your mouth at your eagerness and it only egged you on further, roughly tugging on his hair as your lips moved in synchronicity. Reluctantly prying your lips away from his, you stared directly into his black orbs, your chest heaving.

“I want you.” You watched his pupils dilate at your words, a low groan leaving his lips.

“I want you”, he reciprocated with sincerity in his tone. Moaning at his agreement and admission you desperately reunited your mouths as he swifty lifted you onto the mahogany table, stepping in between your welcoming legs so your bodies were as close as possible. 

You both needed this. Badly. It was inevitable that at some point the two of you would finally snap, mutually ravaging each other in the most animalistic of ways. It was like a switch flipped inside the two of you, totally disregarding the way you normally acted on a day to day basis. Honestly you had no idea Spencer had it in him, this feral, primal side of him. But you fucking loved it.

As soon as he stepped between your legs and reconnected your lips, his large hands pawed at your chest, squeezing the pillowy flesh like it was his favorite hobby. The moans pouring from your lips only fueled him further, his grip becoming noticeably stronger. Letting his hands roam wherever they pleased on your body, you raked your own up and down his chest, bright red streaks left behind in their wake, making him groan uncontrollably. 

“God Y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Since the moment you walked in I haven’t been able to control myself around you. You drive me fucking insane.” His words only increased the veracity behind your moans as you reached down to palm him through his boxers, which weren’t doing much to hide his rather large excitement. He threw his head back with a groan, his mussed hair protruding in every direction possible. “Spencer pleaseee!”, you begged, desperate for him to touch you and give you more. You needed more.

Seemingly getting the hint, he immediately ripped your panties off before roughly thrusting his fingers into you, exploring your heat eagerly, moaning at the overwhelming warmth and wetness surrounding them. You cried out at the intrusion, instantly latching onto him, your nails digging into his back as your body arched into him. Your reactions drove him insane, his digits consistently pumping in and out of you, making your whole body tremble as you felt your release speedily approaching. 

“That’s it baby, let go.” As soon as the words left his mouth, you felt yourself completely tense up before releasing all of the tension in a blissful moment, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips. “Spencer!” He watched with hooded eyes as he pushed you over the edge, evident pride rushing through his veins. The fire inside of you came rushing back, reigniting every inch of your body, craving for more.

You tugged on the hem of his boxers, trying to convey your desires, watching him get the hint fairly quickly and hastily remove them before stepping back between your legs. Surging forward you latched your lips onto his and wrapped your legs around his waist, effectively tethering himself to you and urging him to continue. You could feel him hot and heavy against the inside of your thigh, but it simply wasn’t enough, him seemingly thinking the same thing, soon feeling him position himself against your throbbing core.

Both panting with anticipation and desire, he looked up into your eyes, searching for any kind of sign that this was for sure what you wanted. You frantically nodded your head, a desperate gleam in your eyes. “Please Spence! I need you!”

Seemingly satisfied with your response, the young doctor let out a feral growl before thrusting his entire length into you on the first stroke. You both whined out at the feeling, latching on to each other like your lives depended on it. “Holy shit, Y/n. You feel so fucking good.” His words triggered an unnecessarily loud moan to escape your throat, feeling yourself unwillingly tighten around his cock. The pace he set was brutal as he pounded you into the table over and over again. 

That stupid chess table. You could confidently say that this was worlds better than any of the many games you had both played earlier in the night. If things worked out your way the two of you would be doing this a lot more often instead of playing chess.

Even though the two of you had only been going at it for a fairly short time, you could already feel your climax speedily approaching and, based on the way he kept scrunching up his face, you’d guess he wasn’t very far behind. 

“Spencer please! I’m so close, baby please!”

The guttural groan that escaped him was sinful and ignited your insides with a fire that you didn’t even know existed within you. As he roughly thrusted into you, your body slamming against the hard surface below you, you felt yourself quickly tumble over the edge, your vision going spotty at the intensity of your orgasm. The way you screamed out his name and clenched around his cock was too much for Spencer to handle, him following you closely behind and filling you up completely with his seed. 

The two of you held onto each other desperately as you waited for your bated breaths to return to normal, a light sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies. Giving you a soft smile, drastically different from the man who had been inside you moments ago, he carefully removed himself from you before walking to the kitchen to get some towels. After cleaning the two of you up, he gently picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, both of you settling immediately under the sheets, clinging to each other.

As Spencer softly played with your hair in the comfortable silence, you could feel the two of you giving into the slumber that was calling out to you. However before you gave in, you needed him to know how you truly felt.

“Hey Spence?”

“Yeah baby?”

“I fucking hate chess. I just like spending time with you.” He chuckled softly before responding.

“I like spending time with you too.”

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A/N: Hola my friends! This fic was my entry for the Secret Fic Swap I participated in with a couple of close friends on here and it was written and dedicated to @nerdgirljen​. It was so much fun to write and thank you guys so much for all the support and love!

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Spencer had never really understood the concept of soulmates or love at first sight.

In his mind, it defied pretty much every scientific law about human interaction out there and was simply a coping mechanism for those who were romantically unlucky. At least that was what he had thought until a certain tech analyst walked through the BAU’s doors and into his life. 

He was frozen. Totally and utterly enamored by the woman his eyes were currently attached to. He watched her stumble into the bullpen, a large box situated in her arms, seemingly impairing the entirety of her vision and coordination, evident by the way she kept bumping into things in her path. It wasn’t until she hit a particular desk corner and spilled the contents of the box, her belongings scattering across the floor, that Spencer broke out of his stupor and took action. 

“Woah there, let me help you with that!”, he exclaimed, immediately rushing to her side and starting to collect some of the fallen items to put back into the box.

“Oh, thank you so much. Gah, this is so embarrassing. I promise you I’m not always this uncoordinated and clumsy”, she explained with a nervous chuckle. After everything was picked up and they both had stood up from their crouched positions, she hurriedly straightened out her skirt before outstretching her hand. “Hi, I’m Y/n.” She immediately noticed the slight panic that crossed his features at her gesture and was momentarily confused.

“I-uh-I kind of don’t, um, do the whole hand shaking thing. Yeah, uh, the number of pathogens spread through a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to...oh god I’m sorry you didn’t ask for a full-out science lesson. It’s, um, really nice to meet you, I’m Reid. Doctor. Spencer”, he sputtered out nervously.

Chuckling softly, Y/n retracted her hand, opting to instead lightly nudge his shoulder. “Well Reid Doctor Spencer, it’s nice to meet you too”, a teasing smile adorning her face as she spoke. Spencer quickly felt a warm blush spread across his features at the absurdity of his introduction.

“S-sorry about that. What I meant to say is that my name is-”

“Pretty boy!”

Both of their heads swiveled towards the sound, searching for the source, before landing on a man across the room.

“Hotch needs us in the briefing room. Stop flirting with the new girl and get your ass in here!” They watched him walk away chuckling before turning back to each other.

“Pretty boy huh? Well I guess it’s fitting, I mean you do have really nice cheekbones and dimples. And your eyes are kind of beautiful. Not that I ummmm-not that I think you’re beautiful or anything, it’s just uhhh...um...I’m gonna stop talking now.” Spencer could feel the blush returning to his features, watching the same happen to her, from the frenzied rambling that had just poured from her lips, but he found it endearing on her and quite honestly, really adorable. 

“I-uh I gotta go, you know, um deal with that, but it was very nice meeting you”, he sputtered out, sending a small wave in her direction. She shyly giggled at his nervousness which was surely reflected on her end as well. “See ya around Reid Doctor Spencer.”

“Spencer. It’s um-it’s Spencer.”

“Spencer”, she repeated back softly, nodding him off with a gentle smile on her face.

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Spencer Reid was in love. The longer she was around him the more he realized he was completely and utterly in love with her, all of her. She was perfect in his eyes, intelligent, funny, a bit nerdy and just so adorable. The problem was just that he had absolutely no idea how to tell her how he felt. He had never really been the type to express his feelings to someone, especially to a girl as beautiful as Y/n. 

The female species wasn’t exactly his strong suit and he was very aware of that fact, painfully aware. However, he stayed hopeful that someday soon he’d muster up the courage to express his affinity for her. Realizing that today was definitely not that day, Spencer tried to push his conflict to the back of his brain so he could try to get some work done. Not before noticing that Y/n was slightly late, though.

Less than a minute after he noticed her absence, she came bursting into the bullpen with the largest grin adorning her features, an obvious pep in her step. Spencer watched as she skipped over to the rest of the team who were gathered around Emily’s desk, close enough where he could pretty much hear the majority of the words exchanged and profile their reactions.

He heard JJ ask what was making her so chipper this morning, and he chuckled softly to himself as he heard her immediately start rambling about whatever had her so elated. 

“Oh my god guys, you’ll never believe it! So a couple of weeks ago a good friend of mine asked me to help her with her website, because well...tech geek and all, so I got to mess around with all the software and went crazy! I was able to fiddle with the source code a bit and authorize a super high CRO and SEO to get her website out there. Not to mention all the growth hacking I was able to curate! Cool right?”

Y/n stopped to take a breath and noticed that the entirety of the team was staring at her with vacant expressions on their faces. She looked on with widened eyes as she asked, “What?”

“CRO?”, JJ questioned. Morgan awkwardly chuckled out a similar questioning tone, “SEO?” Of course that left Emily to bring up the rear. “Did I hear growth hacking in there?”

Her face scrunched up in confusion at all the questions that had just been hurled her way so suddenly. “Huh?”

“Baby girl we have absolutely no idea what any of the things you just mentioned are or what they do”, Morgan explained with a sympathetic smile on his face, as the other members nodded in agreement.

Spencer watched as Y/n’s face quickly morphed into one of utter disappointment at the knowledge that her colleagues had no clue what she was going on about. She had seemed so excited when she entered the bullpen earlier so he assumed she was probably very much looking forward to getting to talk all about it with her friends.

“Oh...that’s ok. Sorry for bothering you guys, sometimes I just get a little too excited and tend to ramble. I’ll um-I’ll talk to you guys later.” Y/n flashed them a small smile before making her way over to her desk, situated across the room near Spencer. 

“Hey Spence”, she shyly waved as she passed, a deflated look on her face. Trying to lift her spirits at least a little, he returned her gesture with a huge grin and wave, happy to see her smile brighten a bit at his enthusiasm. 

Once she was seated and facing away from him, he immediately found himself feeling overwhelmingly upset over her predicament. He hated seeing her look so defeated and down, she didn’t deserve to ever feel like that. She was simply too angelic for those kinds of feelings to permeate her mind. 

Spencer wished more than anything that he knew what she was talking about so she could go to him. He’d let her ramble to him for hours on end if it meant he could listen to her melodic voice and see her beautiful face up close. 

All of sudden Spencer slapped his hand against his head and groaned, “Of course you dipshit”, before pulling up a couple tabs on his computer.

For the next few hours his work was forgotten as he studied and learned pretty much everything there was to know about technical analysis and the programming that Y/n seemed so ecstatic about, anxious to give her, at last, a companion to discuss her passion with. 

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“See you later Reid!”

Spencer’s head snapped up as he heard the people around him saying their goodbyes and goodnights, realizing that he had been distracted by his screen the entire day and that it was already time to go home. He watched as his friends walked out together, all laughing about something that Morgan had said, before noticing movement in the corner of his eye. 

As he turned his head he noticed that the only person who was still there in the bullpen with him was Y/n, and she was staring at the posse that had just exited the room, a longing look plastered across her features that broke his heart. Taking a deep breath and deciding it was now or never, he rose up from his seated position and made his way over to her, hoping that he had learned enough to lighten her mood.

“Hey there!”, he exclaimed when he had found himself right behind her. As soon as the words started escaping his lips, she jumped in her seat, her hand flying to her heart.

“Jesus Christ Spence! You scared the complete shit out of me!”

Chuckling softly at her overreactive response, he moved to sit on her desk, facing her heavily breathing sitting figure. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just saw you that you were still here and was wondering why you hadn’t left with everyone else?” She quickly looked down and blushed at his questioning, embarrassed of her answer.

“Oh I-um they just looked like they were having a lot of fun and I didn’t really want to interrupt so I thought I’d stay back for a little bit to-uh finish up some stuff.” Once she finished her unconvincing explanation, Spencer leaned back a bit and studied her. While this was something he found himself doing often, always getting distracted by her spectacular figure, he focused on her body language more than anything, noticing the dark circles underneath her eyes.

“Y/n, you look absolutely exhausted. Have you even been sleeping lately?”, he asked, genuine concern laced within his words.

“Y-yeah I haven’t really. I’ve kind of been pretty preoccupied in the last few days helping out a friend. It’s really fun, but it’s also very time consuming”, she stuttered out, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Oh right! I had heard you mention that earlier today! That must be awesome getting to basically build your own website!”

“I swear I feel like a kid in a candy store doing that kind of stuff. I just find it so relaxing and exciting at the same time!”

“I totally get it. I was really impressed with how well you were able to manipulate the site’s conversion rate optimization-did you know that a site’s CRO and SEO are considered as two of the most essential tools required to run a thriving website or online business. It’s actually astounding how much the results differ between competition depending on their efficiency.”

All Y/n could do, while Spencer rambled on and on about her most passionate subjects, was sit there in complete awe. The sound of the tech-geeky words that spilled from his beautiful lips was simply orgasmic. Never had she met someone who seemed as enthused as her when it came to all her technical endeavors, and she didn’t know exactly how to react. Her biggest crush on the entire planet was sitting in front of her spouting off facts like they were going out of style.

However, amidst all the wonder that circulated through her being, confusion washed over her.

“Wait hold up! What’s going on Spence?”

“Uhhh, what do you mean?”, he questioned shyly, a blush coating his face.

Narrowing her eyes at him she expanded her questioning. “I’ve known you for months now and I can guarantee I have never once heard you mention anything even remotely technical. In fact I’ve heard you explain time and time again how confused you are by the complexities of the simplest of technology. Spill, pretty boy”, she demanded, maintaining eye contact with him.

Figuring out that he had been caught, he shyly lowered his head as the blush on his face deepened, embarrassment coursing through his veins. “I-I noticed how excited you were this morning when you came parading into the office, the wide grin that adorned your face, the skip in your step. And I heard you ramble on and on about your friend’s website and you just seemed so damn happy and then they basically just shut you down right away because they didn’t understand and I-uh I hated seeing you like that and wanted you to have someone to talk to. So I spent all day today researching and learning so you could have someone to talk to, so you wouldn’t feel alone. I-I’m sorry if that’s creepy or if it’s too-”

Spencer was suddenly cut off mid-sentence as lips smashed against his own, effectively shutting him up. His eyes immediately widened at the bold action, before he melted into the kiss, desperately responding to her fervent advances with an equal passion. 

Y/n moaned into his mouth as his tongue probed at her wet lips, begging for entry. The feeling of their tongues entangling was euphoric and they both wanted, needed more. Spencer gently grabbed her and, turning so they were both facing it, lifted her onto the desk and stood between her legs. As the kiss deepened, their hands began to tear at each other’s clothing, Y/n hastily undoing his tie and dress shirt as he all but ripped off her blouse, groaning at the sight. 

“God Y/n you’re so fucking beautiful.” He watched her eyes roll back into her head at his words as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. “Please Spence, I need you. I need you so much baby.” His eyes sparkled at her desperate plea, mirroring her need wholeheartedly.

Backing away slightly he unzipped her skirt and dragged it down her legs along with her panties, quickly reaching up to also unclasp her bra. “You’ve got me baby, you’ve got me.”

She surged forward and reconnected their lips, her hands weaving their way into his hair and tugging hard. The groan that escaped his throat lit her body on fire and further ignited her need for the man in front of her. His hands, that had been cupping her face, drifted downward stooping to briefly toy with her breasts before reaching his intended destination.

She moaned loud and deep as his hands cupped her sex, gently rubbing his fingers against her. He could feel her buck her hips slightly, searching for more. Receiving the message loud and clear, he inserted his pointer finger into her, reveling in the throaty groans that poured from her lips. As he added more digits into her and gently rubbed her clit, their lips moved rapidly against each other.

Y/n needed more, letting her hands lower to the obvious bulge that was straining against his slacks, palming him incessantly. Moaning hoarsely, he pulled away and quickly undid his pants, desperate for some sort of relief. As he stepped out of his slacks and boxers, he watched her eyes widen as they took in the sight in front of her.

“Woah.” He nervously chuckled at her response.

“Uh t-thanks?”

Giggling at his uncertainty she reached out and dragged him in once again, feeling his swollen tip bump against her, both of them moaning at the euphoric feeling. Realizing how fast things had moved, he pulled back slightly to search her eyes. “Are you sure baby?”

Falling even more in love with him, her smile widened as she nodded. “I am so very sure Spence. I-I love you.” She watched the grin that spread across his face at her confession.

“God Y/n, I love you so fucking much.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he lined himself up at her entrance and swiftly thrusted into her dripping heat. The overwhelming feeling caused both of them to let out matching groans of pleasure, Y/n latching onto Spencer and wrapping her arms around his shoulders to get a grip. Once he was sure she was ok, he started slowly thrusting in and out of her, soon setting a steady pace.

“Oh Spencer! You feel so perfect inside of me! So, so good!”, you exclaimed, cries of pleasure leaving your mouth.

“Baby you’re so warm and tight around me, I love you so much!” 

“I love you t-too!”

He gradually increased his already brutal thrusts, Y/n feeling herself fastly approaching the brink of ecstasy at the hands of the resident genius. Leaning back on her elbows, Spencer used the opportunity to pound even harder into her wanting body, his own release just around the corner. 

“Are you going to cum for me pretty girl?” She couldn’t control herself after hearing his dirty words, unaware that he was capable of such a thing, feeling her eyes roll back once again. She nodded fervently, about to crash over the edge. All rational thought was out the window once his fingers found her throbbing clit, rubbing incessantly, catapulting her into her climax, her pussy clenching around his rigid cock as she came.

“Oh my god Spencer!”

Her reactions were simply too much for him, groaning and moaning uncontrollably, finding his thrusts sputtering out of control as his cock twitched deep inside of her, quickly reaching his highly anticipated orgasm. She felt his seed fill her up completely as he panted out her name over and over again, both of them coming down from their highs, breathing deeply.

“Wow. Fucking wow,” she blissfully sung, a wide grin coating her lips.

“Y/n, baby, that was insane. You’re insane.”

He helped her off the desk so they could redress and finally leave the office, noticing how late it had gotten. They couldn’t help themselves from sending each other giddy smiles as they put on their clothes and eventually made their way down to their respective cars. 

Neither one of them seemed ready to leave each other just yet, some unspoken feeling crackling in the air between them. Taking the initiative, Y/n leaned forward, gently connecting their lips in a kiss that held the same passion from earlier, but was much more relaxed and romantic. Pulling back after a few moments, Y/n’s eyes sparkled up at Spencer’s as she spoke.

“Spence, what you did earlier...no one’s ever done something like that for me. You have no idea how much it means to me that you would go out of your way just to make me feel comfortable and happy.”

“Y/n, I promise you I wanted to wholeheartedly. Nothing matters more to me than your happiness. I just-I just love you so damn much. I think I have since you walked in and dropped all your shit on the floor”, he said chuckling. 

“Heyyyy, that was one time jerk”, she defended, a matching chuckle evident in her voice. “But I know what you mean. I think I’ve loved you since you introduced yourself as Reid Doctor Spencer, that memory will forever be embedded in my mind.” She couldn’t stop the light giggle that fell from her lips at the thought of their first meeting.

Meeting her eyes, suddenly a bit shy, he gently cupped her face, “What if, from now on, I introduced myself as your boyfriend?”, he asked cautiously, anxiously waiting to see how she reacted to his proposition. Instead of answering right away she jumped forward, throwing her arms around his neck and connecting their lips once more.

“I would love nothing more, my gorgeously intelligent boyfriend.”

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Don’t Call Me Doctor -Part 3

A/N: Yay the final part is here! I’m so glad you guys like this series and hope you’ll like other stuff I eventually write! Be sure to send in requests! Thanks<3

Pairing: SPENCER REIDxFEM!Reader

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I can’t take this anymore!

Ever since I caught the doctor staring at me, things have only gotten worse. It was as if the final straw had been pulled and lucky me, I was the loser. If I had thought Spencer was rude and distant before, boy was I wrong. I didn’t even think it was possible for his behavior towards me to degrade any further, but here we were. 

Yeah like it was my fault I caught him staring at me! 

Honestly, there’s nothing I regret doing more than looking up at him that one specific time. I was still so fucking confused as to why the man who treats as if I was his own personal allergy would be studying me so closely. It pissed me off how much the simple gesture had affected me. Seeing the blush spread throughout his neck and face triggered an explosion of butterflies to erupt in my stomach and chest. Did I really have that effect on him? What the fuck was going on?

It was getting so hard to make it through the day. Everywhere I turned I was surrounded by him. His voice floating through the bullpen while he rambled about every topic known to man. His awkward chuckle that surfaced whenever he’d interact with literally any other person in the office except me. I had even identified his scent. God he smelled so good. I guess that was one of the few positive aspects of having to sit so close to him everyday. However, it became VERY distracting on my end. How the hell was I supposed to get anything done when all I could think about was how fucking good his scent would smell all over my body?

There it is. 

I can confidently say I have never desired an individual more than I desired Dr. Spencer Reid. 

I get it. The man hates me, for some reason that I will probably never get to understand. That didn’t make me want him any less. The sad truth was that if he asked, my whole life would revolve around him, my own personal sun. Was it so much to ask for him to simply pull me into an office and destroy me, claim me as his property? I was just hurting myself thinking like that. He didn’t want me like that. He didn’t want me at all to be more specific. I might as well just acknowledge this whole thing for what it was, a lost cause.

The commotion in my head was just too damn loud to focus on anything, especially the case spewed across my desk, so I decided my best course of action was to take a little walk to the breakroom. Coffee has never let me down before so why doubt it’s healing powers now?

Rounding the corner, I heard his melodic voice before he was in my line of vision. From what I could hear he seemed to be in the middle of a VERY heated discussion with Hotch. Staying true to my snoopy roots, I cautiously moved a bit closer so I could eavesdrop more efficiently. 

“No...no Hotch it’s not going to happen. I’m sorry that I'm making things more inconvenient to you and the rest of the team, but there is not a thing in the world you could say or do to get me to change my mind”, I heard Reid sputter out. What the hell were they talking about?

“Come on Reid. I have no absolutely no idea what the hell happened between you and Y/L/N, so I’m not going to pretend I do. But please, just try to put these differences aside, for the sake of the team and your sanity.” 

What did he just say?

“I am not going to repeat myself again. If she’s there, I’m not. And that’s final.”

What the FUCK did he just say? Did he really just have the audacity to request my removal? I knew the guy didn’t like me, but are you fucking serious? 

Snapping out of my self-induced rage, I noticed that after Reid’s declaration the two had ceased their discussion and turned to leave the room. Fuck, I can’t let them see me. As swiftly as possible I jumped into the nearest empty office and lingered just inside the door frame against the wall, trying to control my labored breaths. 

Actually. You know what? Fuck it. If he wants to waste all his energy actively making my life a living hell, the least I could do was confront him. As bad as it was before, I was able to control myself pretty well. This, however, is where I draw the line. I want him to know exactly how pissed off I am.

Waiting until the perfect moment to strike, I was able to see Hotch stroll past the room’s entrance, footsteps following at a safe distance behind. Ahhh if it isn’t the man of the hour. 

Now or never Y/N. Put him in his place.

Just as Spencer was about to pass by, I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the room with me, closing the door quickly behind. 

“What the hell was that about Y/N? Are you out of your mind?” Uh uh. No way he did he get to sound upset with me. Fuck that.

“Am I out of my mind? I should be asking you the same fucking thing! What the hell is your problem?” I was seething. I could feel the rage pouring out of my body like a volcano and honestly it felt fan-fucking-tastic to finally speak up to him.

“What are you even-”

“No, shut the fuck up! You know exactly what I’m talking about! You have spent the last few months making life so miserable it’s insane. What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much huh?” Deciding to throw all caution to the wind, I turned towards him and made eye contact, real eye contact. I had never seen him like this before. He looked absolutely feral. I’m pretty sure I could see steam pouring out from his ears. He was holding back from something, a ticking time bomb. That look in his eyes, I had seen it before. It was the same look he had so graciously given me that time I caught him staring at me. That visceral, pensive look.

Desire.

It was coursing through him like it was his life force. I would be lying if I said that this whole confrontation didn’t excite me more than I’d like to admit. Of course Spencer could get me like this while I was trying to yell at him. He looked ready to pounce on me and I knew exactly what to do to get him to explode. Sauntering up to him, I leaned in as close as physically possible without touching him and whispered in his ear.

“Please. Enlighten me, Dr, Reid.”

Immediately after the words left my mouth he grabbed my chin, roughly pulling my face back in front of his.

“For the last fucking time Y/N. Don’t. Call. Me. Doctor”, he said enunciating every word to get the point across.

Before I could even attempt to counter his words, his lips smashed into mine, the force knocking me against the wall behind me. I couldn’t hold back the deep moan that erupted from my throat, and as the shock quickly wore off, I responded with an equal fervor. God, his lips felt like heaven against mine. His tongue traced my bottom lip, begging for entrance, and as our tongues clashed I couldn’t help but melt at the guttural groan he released, his hands squeezing my hips so hard I knew an array of bruises would decorate my skin tomorrow. I welcomed the pain whole heartedly.

Pulling away from lips, he towered over me as his eyes raked down my frame. “You know Y/N, you’re acting like a fucking brat. Do you know what happens to brats?” 

I couldn’t fucking breathe. Who was this ferocious animal standing in front of me? What happened to the awkward doctor I had come to know from afar? Well wherever the hell he went, I didn’t want him back. I wanted him to ravage me. And if I had to be a good girl to get that, then so be it.

“They get punished, sir”, I said with an innocent smile adorning my lips. I could see the fire burning in his eyes and it drove me past the point of return.

Frantically pulling at his tie to loosen it, he looked directly into my soul as he spoke. “What do you want, little girl?”

“I wan-I need you to fuck me, sir. Please! I want you to destroy me. Punish me, please!” I had never heard my voice sound so desperate before.

“Well since you asked so nicely”, he growled before surging forward and reclaiming my mouth as his, prompting moans to pour once again. Our movements were frenzied, hands clumsily ripping off each other’s clothes as fast as possible, desperate to get any kind of skin on skin contact with the other. Once I was down to just my bra and panties, I watched him lower himself slowly to the ground, watching me as if I was his prey. The bulge in his pants was so blatantly obvious, straining to escape the confines of his slacks. All I could do was gulp as he pulled my panties down my legs painstakingly slow, anxiously anticipating what I had gotten myself into and what was to come.

The moan that escaped my lips when his tongue made contact with my clit was loud enough to shake the walls surrounding us, and more likely than not, alert the entire building of the sinful activities we had gotten involved in. But I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the magical way Spencer was using his mouth to make my entire world fall apart, eventually adding in his fingers to loosen me up. Unable to resist any longer, I grasped his hair with both of my hands and pulled, effectively anchoring him to my core. I was so fucking right about his hair being perfectly tuggable. As he continued his assault, I could feel the familiar bubble forming in the pit of my stomach and welcomed it with open arms. However, right when I was about to be pushed over the edge, the prick pulled away. 

“Oh you didn’t think I’d let you off the hook that easily did you? Oh no little girl. We’ve only just begun”, he spat before standing up straight once again. His words made me quiver, losing balance in my wobbly legs. He was quick to grab me with his strong arms before my limbs fully gave out, hoisting my body up against the wall. Instinctively my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms held onto his shoulders like my life depended on it.

“As much as I’d love to see your lips wrapped around my cock, I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside of you.” Fuck. When did he learn to talk like this? I was a whimpering mess, his words triggering feelings I hadn’t been familiar with in a very long time. While he held me up against the wall, I reached out and hastily unbuckled his belt, dragging his slacks down far enough for his dick to spring free. Holy fucking shit. I found myself salivating at the view in front of me and suddenly there was nothing I wanted in that moment more than having him fuck me so hard that I wouldn’t be able to walk correctly for the days to follow. 

His lips found their way back to mine as I felt him nudge my core with his tip. The friction caused me to whimper, which in turn prompted him to pull back slightly and see if I was ok. Ahhh there he was. The awkward boy who, underneath all the dominant shit, was just a conflicted kid. Staring directly into his eyes I frantically nodded, hoping that he would get the hint that he had complete permission to take what he wanted. Based on the way his eyes immediately darkened again, I assumed he caught my drift. 

“This is what you wanted little girl”, he growled before thrusting his entire length into me in one stroke. The chorus of guttural moans, that we both released at his intrusion, might have been the best sound I had ever heard in my entire life. As more and more groans escaped our throats, Spencer was quick to set a positively brutal pace, pounding in and out of me like it was his only purpose in this world.

“Fuck baby you feel so good. So tight. You take my cock so well, little girl.”

His words ignited my body and made me release even louder moans, if that was even physically possible. My back was on fire from being shoved repeatedly against the wall, but I didn’t care in the slightest. The pain just served as a reminder of the events unfolding in front of me, well in me. He filled me up so perfectly. This is where he belongs.

“Spencer! Fuck Spence you fit in me so perfectly. You drive me fucking insane. Please baby, harder! SPENCER!”

Quickening his pace and using noticeably more force in his thrusts, he started sputtering out words that only added to my arousal.

“That’s it baby. I want you to scream my name. Scream it for the whole fucking world to hear! Let them know who you belong to, who owns your body!” 

My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt the bubble in my stomach expanding at a much faster rate than before. Spencer must’ve noticed this because with every thrust he bottomed out in me, bumping my cervix in the most satisfying way possible. Clenching around his cock, I felt my climax rush through my body like fireworks, lighting up my vision with the most beautiful array of colors I had ever seen. My actions only spurred him on, his pace becoming sloppy signaling his rapidly approaching release.

Through labored breaths he was able to mutter a few words comprehensively. The fact that he was able to speak at all was beyond impressive in my book.

“Oh g-god. Where do you w-want it, baby? T-tell me where you want it little girl. Hmmm?”

Using up the little amount of energy still present in my body, I was able to muster up the strength to answer his desperate pleas. “I want you to fill me up. Please Spence I need it!”

“You’re such a dirty little girl aren’t you? I knew it. I fucking knew it. Oh god! Baby I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill up that tight little pussy of yours with my cum. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Nodding my head frantically at his questioning, I prepared my body for the total bliss that would course through me when his climax hit. Releasing one more guttural moan from deep in his chest, I felt Spencer bottom out in me, holding my hips tightly to maintain his depth. His cock twitched inside of me and then I was met with a comforting warmth spreading within me. 

“Y/N”, he whimpered breathily as he rode out his release.

We stayed connected for several minutes, trying to regain our normal breathing patterns, but also because neither one of us wanted to let the other go, fearful to face the consequences of our actions.

Eventually Spencer gently pulled out and set me down on the ground, steadying me as I tried to stabilize myself. After regaining my balance, we both silently started redressing, unsure of what to do next. Once we finished adjusting our clothing, enough to look presentable at least, we both glanced up at each other in synchronicity. I had no idea how to decipher the look that plagued his eyes. It held the same intensity of the pensive stare he had given me a few times before, but there was something else there. Was it guilt? Maybe regret? I didn’t think I could handle his rejection, so before either of us said a word I bolted towards the door to escape my doom. 

Just as I was about to reach the handle, I felt his strong hands grip my waist and pull me back to him. I went to ask him what he wanted, but my efforts were cut short by the blissful feeling of his lips attached to mine. It was a different kind of kiss. Gentler than before. However, I could still feel the same amount of passion behind his actions, almost as if he was making a promise to me with his lips. After a few moments, he slowly pulled away, his hand still cupping my face in order to maintain our eye contact.

“Y/N, please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry for what I’ve put you through these last few months. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you, but I was selfish. I didn’t want to have to feel heartache again so I simply pushed it away. But I don’t want that anymore. Y/N, baby, I want you. I want to be with you, by your side. Little girl, please say something.”

I was utterly speechless. Listening to him confess his true feelings for me made my body short circuit, prohibiting any sound to escape from my lips. All I could do was stare at the beautiful man in front of me. The boy I had been head over heels in love with for months. How does a person respond when all their dreams come true? I could feel my heart palpitating in my chest like a drum that could never miss a beat. I was so caught up in the moment I failed to notice the defeated look in Spencer’s eyes that grew the longer I didn’t answer his confession. 

“It’s ok Y/N, truly. I wouldn’t blame you for never wanting to see or hear from me ever again. I’m-I’m just gonna go. I’m so sorry.”

I didn’t snap out of my trance until I saw him heading towards the room’s exit, his shoulders hunched. Fuck!

“Spencer, wait! I love you!”

He stopped immediately, frozen in place. Slowly, he turned his body completely around so we were facing each other once again, a shocked look adorning his face.

“Wh-what did you say?”

I cautiously approached the object of my affections and cupped his face in my hands.

“I love you Spencer. Always have, always will.” I couldn’t help the grin that spread like wildfire across my face. Without warning the boy genius surged forward to connect our lips once more, expressing all of the emotions coursing through his veins in one simple action. As he pulled away, I felt something wet touch my cheek. Curious to find out what it was, I looked up at the man I loved. The sight I was met with broke my heart. His eyes were puffy, tears leaking out the sides of them and down his face. However, through the tears I was able to make out a wobbly smile gracing his lips. His breathing was shaky as he stared into my soul. Leaning his forehead gently against mine, he spoke the words that made up my own personal blessing.

“I love you Y/N. More than anything in this life.”

I guess calling him doctor was a good idea after all.

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