hi hi
reader gets period during sex (yes i know im a freak 🥲) and is very embarrassed but spencer is super sweet and cute… 😔
wc: 1.2k | F!Reader (Established Relationship) | cw: Period Sex, Blood Mentions, Bodily Fluids, Explicit Sexual Content, Embarrassment/Shame (Resolved), Tender Aftercare, Bath Scene, Late-Season Spencer Reid Softness.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your boyfriend decides he’s going to start calling you a cute pet name, but the problem is, none of them seem to suit you perfectly
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐰: glasses reid x baumember!female reader, so sweet you'll puke, case in the background, unsub is abducting elderly people, text messages, reader is kinda clingy, use of y/n because i had to
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4k
𝐚/𝐧: requested by @trulymadlydarling <33 sorry if it ended up a bit too long again, but im starting to suspect that im physically incapable of writing a drabble lmao
"I'm tired. When will this week be over?"
"It's 9:13 on Monday."
With a groan, you leaned back against the seat in the corner of the jet, feeling the caffeine craving slowly take control of your body.
"Just the thought of going to sleep sends intense shivers through me, caused by a heart-wrenching longing, and heavy tears slowly start gathering in my eyes," you complained, resting your head to the side.
Slightly turned, so you could look at Spencer sitting right next to you. His eyes, behind his glasses, also seemed a little tired, though he didn't manifest it as loudly. When you sat down next to him, he partially closed the book he was reading and rested it against the edge of the table in front of him.
"When you're sleep-deprived, you tend to get a bit dramatic," he pointed out in an analyzing tone, though you could catch a slight twitch at the corners of his lips.
"It's not drama, silly. It's the personification of pure exhaustion speaking through my lips."
Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic
a/n: if you take issues with haley's stance on bjs just let me know bc i am open to criticism if you get a different vibe. lmao anyways have a good time with this one.
beta'd by @ssaic-jareau who basically should be credited as a co-writer at this point.
words: 950 content advisories: language, discussion of sex acts (nothing super explicit), mild emotional vulnerability
summary: "the more obscure our tastes, the greater the proof of our genius.” — jennifer donnelly, revolution. november 15th, 2011
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Summary: Spencer drops your lunch off to your classroom filled with apparent love experts, who then question the man you’re with and tease you two for not being married yet…
A/N: idk why but I just thought of this, it’s adorable though. Not proofread too tired for that. LOL.
BYR(b4 you Reid): light teasing, Spencer getting kind of bullied by teens, and fluff :))
You were at your desk, deep in teacher mode. Grading assignments, updating the grade book, the usual rhythm of a productive day.
You glanced up and saw your students working quietly for once, either reading the latest chapter you’d assigned or scribbling their thoughts in journals. It was that rare magical moment every teacher silently prays for: peace.
Naturally, it didn’t last.
There was a knock at the door.
Every single head turned in unison. Including yours.
“Hello.” A familiar voice said, soft and polite, peeking into the room like he wasn’t about to cause utter chaos.
Spencer.
Your brilliant, shy, awkward boyfriend. Standing in your classroom.
You blinked, stunned. “What are you doing here?” You asked, smiling like this was the best little surprise.
“Someone.” He said, raising a brow and holding your bag up. “Forgot their lunch at home.”
You walked over to meet him halfway, shaking your head. “Wow, I didn’t even realize.”
His hand instinctively went to your waist as he handed you your lunch, you turned to face your students, you immediately regretted it.
Half of them were staring blankly. The other half wore smug little smirks, the kind you’ve seen way too many times this year.
You sighed, already sensing the storm brewing. “Everyone, this is Spencer.” You introduced him. He gave an awkward wave and shy smile, very much regretting every life choice that led him to this moment.
“Hi.” Came a chorus of teenage politeness, which was immediately shattered by
“Is that your husband?” Silas blurted. Of course it was Silas.
You chuckled. “No, not my husband.”
“Fiancé?” Someone else chimed in.
“Boyfriend.” Spencer said, trying to sound casual.
“Oooh!” “Awws” “no way” erupted from every direction.
Mia raised an eyebrow. “You have a boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell us? We thought you were lonely!”
You blinked. “I-well- I didn’t think you needed to know about my personal life.”
“Why? We always tell you about ours.”
You stared at them. “That’s…true, unfortunately.”
“I always thought you and the basketball coach would be cute.” Someone tossed out.
Spencer’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
You stepped in. “Okay! That’s enough. You’re scaring him”
The class laughed, clearly delighted.
You turned back to Spencer, lowering your voice. “Thanks for this. Lunch is in fifteen, have time?”
He smiled. “For you? Always.”
You motioned to the chair near your desk, and he sat, awkward but trying. You returned to your seat, praying your students would go back to their journals.
Nope.
Olivia’s hand shot up.
“Yes? Olivia?”
“Why is your boyfriend dressed like he’s coming from a funeral?”
You choked back a laugh, Spencer blinked at you, betrayed.
“Well.” You said sweetly. “Spencer?”
He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “Uh…my job?”
“What do you do?”
“I’m with the FBI.” He said, a little more confidently. “Behavioral Analysis Unit.”
“Boring.” Someone muttered.
Your head snapped up. “Hey! Be nice. His job is actually super important.” You say going to your sweet lovely boyfriend’s defense because only you can pick on him.
“Yeah, shut up. Let him talk.” Silas said.
You raised a brow. “Appreciate the support, not the tone.”
Spencer smiled faintly. “What we do is analyze criminal behavior to help catch criminals. It’s called profiling.”
“It’s like psychology.” You added. “It’s really cool.”
“So you predict what people do? Do me!” Ethan asked.
“Uh…it doesn’t quite work like that.” Spencer replied.
Ethan sighed, immediately unimpressed.
“So you get to catch criminals?” Mia asked.
“Yeah. We do.” Spencer said, nodding.
“Cool.” Silas grinned. “Do you see crime scenes? Are they gross?”
“Very.” Spencer said.
And now they were really invested.
“What’s the worst you’ve ever seen?” Someone asked
Spencer opened his mouth.
“Nope!” You interrupted. “Do not answer that.” The class groaned. “Sorry, guys.”
“How long have you guys been together?” Mia asked.
You hesitated. “Four years. Now get back to work.”
“Four years and no ring? That’s sad.” Silas said. Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
“Are you guys scared of marriage or something?” Olivia teased. You and Spencer both looked equally offended.
“No.” You said crossing your arms. “We’re just…comfortable.” Spencer nodded. “We’re happy where we are. Right?” He asked, his head snapping to you for confirmation.
You smiled. “Right.”
“Well, if my boyfriend didn’t propose after four years, I’d dump him.” Mia declared. You shook your head. “When did this classroom turn into a relationship panel?”
“Yeah.” Spencer added. “How old are you guys? Fourteen? Fifteen?”
The room broke into laughter.
Finally, the bell rang. “Thank god.” You muttered, watching them pack up.
A few waved at Spencer, others giggled as they walked past. And then Olivia stopped right next to him.
“She’s a lovely woman. You should really put a ring on her finger.”
Then she was gone.
Spencer turned to you, you were already laughing.
“She’s not wrong.” You said making your way to him, grabbing his hand. “I am pretty lovely.”
“I am never stepping foot in this classroom again.” He said. “That was more stressful than interrogating a serial killer.”
“Oh, come on. I think they liked you.”
“Really? Because that comment about the basketball couch felt very personal.”
You laughed and nudged him. “You’re focused on the wrong thing.”
“What should I be focusing on?”
“Marrying me.”
He paused, then smiled. “Noted.”
You walked toward your classroom door, twisting the lock. Spencer was still by your desk, looking mildly traumatized.
“Are you okay?” You asked, trying not to laugh.
“I’ve been shot at less aggressively than I was questioned in here.” He replied, deadpan. “And I sensed one of your students wanting to fight me. I saw the glint in their eyes.”
You laughed. “Well, you held your own. I’m proud of you.”
You moved a chair next to Spencer, and took a seat, unwrapping your sandwich. He watched you for a second, then leaned in with a smile.
“So…four years no ring?” He said, repeating Silas’ line like he was testing it out loud.
You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t you start.”
“Hey, I’m just saying. The experts have spoken. We’re on thin ice.”
“You’re right, should I just elope with the basketball coach?”
Spencer gave a dramatic gasp. “I knew it.”
You nodded. “He is tall, and charming.”
“Wow. Okay, now I am scared.”
You smiled, nudging your foot against his. “You know I don’t need a ring to feel secure with you, right?”
“I know.” He said softly, reaching out to brush your hand. “But also…I don’t not want to marry you someday.”
Your heart did a flip. You tried to play it cool, like your knees didn’t suddenly feel like jello.
“Yeah?” You asked, voice softer.
He nodded. “Yeah. Just…not because Olivia told me to. Although she is very convincing.”
“She is. Probably runs the underground student government.”
“Definitely. But I’ve thought about it before. And I want to do it the right way. You’d deserve something…meaningful. Not pressured by a bunch of freshman armed with sass and curiosity.”
You grinned. “I do love something meaningful.”
He leaned in slightly, teasing. “So…no courthouse wedding tomorrow after work?”
You thought about it. “Only if we go matching in some ridiculous couples costume.”
“That actually sounds incredible.”
You both laughed, the weight of the moment balanced by the natural ease between you. You leaned your head on his shoulder and exhaled.
“I liked seeing you here.” You murmured. “Even if they grilled you like a suspect.”
He chuckled. “Next time, I’m bringing backup. Maybe Morgan.”
“Oh please, if Morgan walked in here, half the girls would faint.”
He smiled, agreeing with you.
You then grabbed his hand. “Thank you for bringing my lunch.”
“Anytime. Next time I’ll bring a ring, just to keep them happy.”
You lifted your head. “If you propose in my classroom, I will throw a dry erase marker at you.”
“Romantic.” He whispered, his smile never leaving his face, you looked at him, and he kissed your forehead.
“I love you.”
“I love you most.”
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Hey i had this idea about the reader meeting his mom for the first time, so after they finish a case in Las Vegas he goes to visit his mom and he takes her with him when they arrive diana keeps asking the reader if she's dating her son and because he always talks about her in his letters spencer gets all flustered and try to convince her there just friends but she not convinced
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: friends who are in love with each other, just fluff a/n: hi hi hi !! such a cute request <333 hope you like this <3
The case in Las Vegas had wrapped up hours ago, and the rest of the team had already dispersed—Hotch back to Quantico, Morgan catching an earlier flight, JJ rushing home to Henry. But Spencer had hesitated by the car, fingers tapping against his satchel strap before turning to you with a tentative question:
"Would you… like to meet my mom?"
And now here you were, heart thrumming as you followed him up the stone steps.
You hesitated at the bottom of the staircase, your fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of your blouse as you stared up at the imposing building.
Spencer took a step ahead of you, then paused, turning back when he realized you weren’t following. His dark brows knitted together in concern.
“Are you sure?” you asked for what felt like the hundredth time, your voice softer than you intended.
He tilted his head slightly, studying you. “We’re already here,” he said, as if that alone should reassure you.
You exhaled a quiet laugh, shrugging one shoulder in a feeble attempt to play off your nerves. “I’m just making sure.”
The truth was, you knew Spencer didn’t bring people here. Not friends, not colleagues. You’d agreed without thinking, but now, standing at the threshold of something so deeply personal to him, your stomach twisted with nerves.
Spencer studied your face, his expression shifting as he misread your hesitation. "Unless you don’t want to?" Spencer said suddenly, turning fully toward you now. His voice was light, but you didn’t miss the way his fingers tightened around the strap of his bag—the barest flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
"No, no, no," you rushed to say, stopping at the top of the stairs. The sanitarium loomed behind him, its doors wide and imposing, but all you could focus on was the way the sunlight caught the gold in his hair.
learning sign language so you can make inappropriate comments to spencer while at work and you sign “want to suck your cock” and spencer just looks at you all bewildered like “since when did you know ASL?”
dirty talking to spencer in ASL genre: sfw with sexual innuendos word count: 1,8k a/n: a lil something while i'm working on kinkfest :)
Spencer Reid is a man of many talents. People say — well, specifically, Spencer once told you that learning a new skill is easiest around the age of ten and how the process will be more difficult once you reach the age of eighteen. Something about neural connections forming rapidly, the unconscious system, the critical period… To be honest, you lost your focus the moment he mentioned the new skill he’d learned: sign language.
Spencer was excited to tell you about this new skill. He already knew a handful of languages, from Russian to Yoruba, but what appealed to him most about ASL was the hand motions. How he didn’t need to pronounce any of the words. You still chuckle to yourself when the memory of him pronouncing a Spanish sentence pops up in your head. How vividly you could picture Elle correcting him. There was nothing funny about him using ASL, though. In fact, you remember the way your throat tightened and your cheeks heated when his hands started moving — long fingers, decorated in veins, flexing into different symbols at a speed that other beginners would envy.
“That means ‘I love you, and that sweater looks pretty on you’.”
You had laughed. Had leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you,” you replied. A hot pink flush made its way onto his face, a shy smile tugging on his lips.
“Does this mean you’ll be speaking to me in sign now?”
in which you recruit Jack and Henry to help you prank Spencer- but he gets you back!
pairing: spencer x reader (established relationship)
genre: FLUFF!!!
word count: 2.4k
content: some flirting, some light teasing, spencer being a silly, idiots in love :3 a little bit of kissing at the end // ‘her’ is said once but aside from that no references to reader’s gender so feel free to change that pronoun and picture them however // one mention of vomit but no actually vomiting just Jack and Henry being goofy kids
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You felt a small smile tug at your lips as you watched Spencer across Rossi’s garden as he rambled about something to Hotch, his hands gesturing wildly and his eyes wide and bright with enthusiasm. The sun was starting to set, casting a golden glow over the yard that lit him up like he was something angelic, highlighting his features while simultaneously casting shadows that showed off his perfect sculpting. His dark hair looked lighter, curls looking even more defined in the spotlight of the setting sun. He looked beautiful, to put it simply. And he always did, but something about him tonight made you restless- you just wanted to go over and ruffle his hair, pinch at his perfect face until it was pink with embarrassment, you wanted to irritate him to the point of no escape. Garcia had laughed at you once, saying you had what she called ‘cuteness aggression’, except you had a far more juvenile, bothersome form of it. It was ironic really, how the atmosphere painted him as an angel but made a devil out of you. You felt childish, sitting there plotting how to annoy your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend, but you couldn’t help it. You just wanted to see him flustered, taken aback in surprise or just plain confused, anything that made that rosy flush on his cheeks grow or that furrow in his brows appear, mouth agape like he never quite learned how to close it.
okay so i had a cute request for spencer x reader. the team like imagine jj emily garcia and derek are at the movies watching a horror film. they are exiting debriefing the movie about how the serial killer was so lame or whatever and suddenly garcia stops in her tracks and gasps. everyone is like something wrong and she just points like omg is that spencer reid coming out of a romance movie WITH A GIRL ON HIS ARM. and it’s just them gossiping as reader and spence are being cute, maybe reader kissing his cheek or whatever and garcia can’t believe spencer didn’t mention he had a girl. maybe they don’t intervene just then but the next day at work they interrogate him. thank you if you decide to write this! 🥰🫶🏼
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: secret relationship , mention of horror movies , mention of a serial killer ( in a movie though ) a/n: hii ! hope you like this <3
Garcia clung to Derek’s bicep with a dramatic sigh, her glittery nails digging into his arm.
“Even I could have escaped him,” she huffed, shaking her head. “That was supposed to be the scariest serial killer of the decade? More like the snore-iest.”
JJ chuckled, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear as she pushed open the heavy theater door, leading the group into the bustling lobby. “I agree. The plot twist was so obvious, I figured it out before the first victim.”
Emily smirked, arms crossed. “At this point, we should just write our own thriller. At least then the killer would be somewhat competent.”
Garcia opened her mouth to add another complaint—likely something about the lack of realistic hacking scenes—but the words died on her lips as her eyes locked onto something—or rather, someone—across the lobby. Her grip on Derek’s arm tightened to the point of discomfort.
“Ow—Garcia, what—” Derek followed her gaze, then froze.
JJ and Emily, noticing the sudden silence, turned back toward them. “What’s wrong?” JJ asked, brow furrowing.
Garcia didn’t answer. She just stared, slack-jawed, at the far-left corridor where Spencer Reid—their Spencer Reid, the same man who had politely declined their movie night with a shy smile—was walking out of a completely different theater.
And he wasn’t alone.
A woman stood beside him, her arm looped comfortably through his, her free hand gesturing animatedly as she spoke. She was smiling, her eyes bright with laughter, and Spencer—Spencer—was looking at her like she was the most fascinating thing in the world. His lips curled into that soft, rare smile he reserved for moments when he was genuinely happy, not just humoring someone.
The sight before them was something none of them had ever expected to witness—Spencer Reid, grinning like an absolute fool as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. His ears turned pink, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, his smile widening as you laughed at something he murmured in response.
His grin widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way they hadn’t seen in ages. And you, this mystery woman who had somehow cracked the code to Dr. Reid’s heart, pulled back with a playful smirk, saying something that made him laugh—an actual, unrestrained laugh.
little dad!spencer fic because i was ovulating :)
oliver's little legs hang off the edge of yours and spencer's bed, swinging as he waits. he's patient, but antsy, bouncing lightly on the mattress, as you go to grab a pair of socks from his dresser.
you kneel by his feet, tucking your fingers into the sock and stretching it out so it can fit over his toes. giggling when you tickle him, you pull the sock over his ankle and hold out the opposite one for his other foot.
he pulls his leg away with a huff, prompting you to look up at him, confused. his eyebrows crease, a stubborn line blooming down the middle, big eyes squinting, an expression eerily similar to a certain someone you know.
"come on, little man. we gotta put your socks on or you can’t wear your shoes," you murmur, reaching out with prying fingers.
he squirms further away. with an air of defiance, he folds his arms over his chest, an adorable pout tugging at his lips.
"no, i wanna wear 'nother one like daddy," he grumbles.
olivia never knew what steady meant. she never knew what it meant to feel secure with another person, always looking for exit routes before things caught up to her. olivia never knew real love, and she certainly didn't expect to find it deep in new orleans on the search for her birth parents. pairings: olivia barlow x william lamontagne jr. warnings: haven't written a fic since 2015. this all stemmed from a dream. will haters dni. oc x character.
pairing: aaron hotchner x fake!fiancee!reader summary: its denim day at work and you opt for the shortest miniskirt you own, but not before snapping a pic and sending it to your boyfriend who is not a happy bunny. warnings | an: suggestive, lots of teasing, allusions to a footjob LOL, hotch puts on tights for reader, hotch is whipped we all say in unison, yall this was going to go in a complete smutfest direction but i decided to behave... for now word count: 2.3k
Hotch should’ve been relieved to not be out on a field case. To know that he’d be getting out of the office at a decent time, that there wouldn’t be extra forms or reports that needed to be completed because he was behind his desk all day. It should’ve been a pleasant reprieve – except that it wasn’t. Not in the slightest.
Not since he stupidly opened the picture you sent him.
hey! can i request aaron x lawyer!r where r is unexpectedly the lawyer of one of the teams suspects and hotch is interrogating the suspect with r in the room and she's being a little harsh with him bc she's just doing her job? maybe a little nsfw? that's up to you totally 😚
also! the team knows aaron's married but they've never met his wife that ought to be fun
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x lawyer fem!reader | WC: 1.4k | CW: Tension (maybe on the cusp of a lil sexual tension), law language. They yell a little
But it wasn’t Holt who made Hotch’s shoulders tense beneath his suit jacket. It wasn’t Holt who sent an unwelcome current of frustration coursing through his veins.
It was you.
Seated just to the right of the suspect, clad in a perfectly tailored black blazer and exuding impenetrable confidence, you sat with your hands folded neatly atop a thick legal pad. The elegant pen between your fingers tapped soundlessly against the paper, the only outward sign of your simmering irritation. Unlike Hotch, your composure wasn’t practiced—it was definite.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: use of Y/N, Spencer being a flustered and blushing mess, flirting, teasing from the team
Wordcount: 800
Summary: You work behind the scenes at the BAU. Every time Spencer calls you for information, it turns into a full-blown flirt fest.
You barely looked up from your multiple monitors as your phone buzzed on your desk. Without checking the caller ID, you already knew who it was.
You grinned, adjusting your headset before answering in your most sultry voice, “BAU Information Hotline, you’ve reached your number-one fan. How may I assist you, Doctor Reid?”
There was a pause, followed by the sound of Spencer clearing his throat. “You, uh—you really need to stop answering like that.”
if you're having a loud day or a quiet night, read this 🎀
I'LL SAY, WILL YOU MARRY ME?.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ S. REID
SUMMARY ৎ୭ falling in love with spencer reid was never a question, only an inevitability. it was in the way he remembered things you barely remembered saying, the way he defied probability just to make you smile, the way he learned you like you were his favorite subject. four times he surprised you—quietly, sweetly, in ways only he could. and then, when it was your turn, you made sure to give him a surprise worth remembering
WARNINGS ಇ. excessive fluff, spencer reid being the most thoughtful man alive, reader being absolutely whipped, the bau being the ultimate group of enablers, and just an overwhelming amount of love A/N ಇ. my first 4 + 1 fic for spencer, and i had to make it disgustingly sweet. this man was made for the softest love. i wrote this with heart eyes the entire time. hope you love it as much as i do ‹𝟹
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The first time Spencer surprised you, it wasn’t with some grand romantic gesture or an intricately thought-out plan—it was with a single sentence, delivered so casually you almost missed it.
You were at the BAU, perched on the edge of Spencer’s desk, absently flipping through a book he’d left open while he and Derek were mid-conversation about something you weren’t entirely following. The buzz of the bullpen droned around you, keys clacking, phones ringing—nothing unusual. You had half a mind to start daydreaming when you caught the tail end of Spencer’s words, his tone as effortless as if he were reciting a grocery list.
“—kind of like the 1972 edition of The Last Unicorn, you know, the one with the misprint where the dedication is in the wrong place. That’s her favorite edition. She mentioned it once, so if you ever see a copy, let me know.”
You blinked.
Your favorite edition? The one with the misprint? The edition you had rambled about once—once—over takeout months ago? The conversation had been a passing thought, a fleeting mention between bites of lo mein, something you’d figured was lost to the ether.
But no. Of course, Spencer remembered.
Derek smirked, a slow, knowing expression creeping across his face as he shifted his gaze to you. “Damn, pretty boy. You writing a dissertation on your girl or something?”
Heat surged up your neck so quickly it was a miracle you didn’t combust on the spot. “Spencer—”
“What?” Spencer blinked at you, genuinely perplexed by your reaction. “You said it was important to you. Why wouldn’t I remember?”
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Tried again. “Because I said it once. Months ago. In passing.”
He frowned, as if the very concept of forgetting something you loved was utterly foreign to him. “You love it. That makes it important.”
Your heart stumbled over itself, warmth pooling low in your stomach. You weren’t sure what to do with the way he looked at you, all soft certainty and quiet devotion, as if remembering the smallest details of your happiness was second nature to him.
Derek chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, you’ve got it bad.”
Spencer barely acknowledged him, tilting his head at you. “Did I say something wrong?”
You exhaled a laugh, light and breathless. “No, Spence. Not at all.”
You were still flustered. Still shocked. But more than anything, you were his. And that made all the difference.
You’re in love with Spencer from the minute he gets you in his bed. [4k]
c: fem/afab. smut mdni, p in v sex, oral, fluff, aftercare, early intense feelings, spencer in sweetheart mode, flirting.
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It’s a cold day in November when you see him across the bar. He’s sitting at a table of friends drinking from a tall glass of coke. He’s normal. Non-imposing, undeniably cute, laughing with a smile that shows his teeth. His tie is to his belt and his suit jacket’s been thrown over the back of the chair.
He looks like he might have fun with you, if you can catch his attention. Something about him seems… eager to please.
You watch him, and you watch his friend. He seems more your usual type, muscled, confident. He’s the key. You let your gaze linger on the curly-haired boy until the friend glances your way. You give him a look. Hey, who’s your friend?
You look away once you see an arm rise. There’s elbowing, arguing. You sit relaxed at the bar and twists your straw through cherry spritz, ice cubes tinkling. After a minute you think, Oh, come on. After two you worry you aren’t his type.
Then comes salvation. The curly haired boy slots between your seat and the next, beckoning the bartender forward with a nearly perfect, “Excuse me?”
“Right there with you.”
You wait. He seems cute, but you’re not trying to take him home if he doesn’t have the chops for it. And not because you see yourself as some deadly thing to be pleased, but you can’t spend another night fluffing someone else’s feathers.
“Hey,” he says finally, surprisingly without the nerves you’d read before. He must’ve breathed through them. “How’s it going?”
You lift your gaze from the dark purple of your spritz. The first thing you notice are the beauty marks you couldn’t see before, along his cheeks and hiding among a light shadow of stubble. “Hi, handsome,” you say softly. You can’t imagine him liking a firm touch, but that might become more apparent later on. “Nothing’s going on, I suppose I was just waiting for you.”
this must have been the best Spence fic I’ve ever read
thank you so much!
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hamelin | spencer reid (s6/7) x mayor!reader | hurt/comfort spencer's the first person you think to call when the kidnapper attacks your home. part two to diplomat.
gala | spencer reid (s6/7) x mayor!reader | smut 18+ mdni when you need a date for a gala in DC, there's only one person you're willing to call on, and spencer has to make it known how hard it is to restrain himself around you, especially in that dress.
Spencer eating you for your dear life, ‘cause baby, he’s a giver.
wc: 2.4k | F!Reader (Established Relationship) | cw: explicit sexual content, cunnilingus, fingering, vibrator use, overstimulation, sleepy sex?, mild power dynamics, teasing, implied age gap
A/N: Spencer is absolutely a giver in my mind, and I hope you all enjoy this! This is my first one-shot and my first time writing smut, so please feel free to share any feedback—I’d really appreciate it! My asks are always open.
