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🩸Bloody Dean Every Episode🩸 ↳ 9x01 || I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here Part 2

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Finally

Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Warnings: cute fluff, a hint of jealousy, angst is you squint really really hard, and it’s kind of cheesy.

A/N: Sorry this is short and silly. But, here you go. This man has taken over my brain.

“Bye! Thank you for visiting. Text me later and maybe we can do dinner or something.” You hugged the man in front of you, grinning from ear to ear.

“Definitely. Please be safe. Love you,” he responded.

“Love you too,” you giggled, giving him one last hug.

“Y/N, we need you—oh. Sorry.” Spencer Reid stared back at you in shock. His eyes blinked hard as he bit his lip, obviously caught off guard. You nodded.

“I’ll meet you there in a sec, Reid.” You offered a sweet smile, then turned to your guest. “I gotta go.”

You turned from your visitor as he strode towards the elevator. Spencer offered a small, sad smile, then followed you into the office. He kept his head down, his face solemn, and his feet dragged way more than usual.

A few feet from the door, you turned, needing to know what was eating your friend. Because right now, it was eating you too.

“Hey Spence?” You peered up at your tall, lean colleague. “What’s up?”

His eyes widened slightly. “Uh, well we were going into the meeting room because we have another case—“

“No,” you interrupted. “What’s up with you. Something is bothering you.”

Spencer shook his head. “I’m good.”

You glared at him for a moment.

“Spencer, I don’t like being lied to.” You took a step closer to him and peered up at his scowling face.

“Who were you talking to in the hall?” He deadpanned. You tilted your head for a moment, studying him. Then, it hit you.

“Oh my gosh. Spencer Reid, are you jealous?” You leaned back in your heels and chuckled. “Is that what I’m sensing here?”

Spencer huffed out a sigh, his face flushing.

“No—“

“What did I just say about lying?” You crossed your arms over your chest. Spencer shifted his weight. “Reid, please answer the question.”

“Answer mine.” You rolled your eyes.

“You want to know who that tall, handsome man I was hugging in the hallway was?” His jaw tensed. Yep, jealous. “That was my little brother. He’s in town from school. He’s in a Master’s program at Rice University, and he came to visit for a few days.”

Spencer’s face dropped. “Oh.” He sucked in a breath. “I never knew you had a younger brother.” You could see the gears turning in his brilliant mind. Then, his face reddened even more.

“Admit it, Reid. You were jealous. You thought that was someone I was dating or something.” You smirked.

“Actually, yes.” The words caught you off guard, which you weren’t expecting. Yeah, you know Spencer liked you. The whole team knew that for what felt like forever. But to hear him admit it was something else.

“So, you were jealous of someone else hugging me? Saying ‘I love you’?” You asked softer than you intended. Spencer nodded.

“You know how I feel about you, Y/N. Everyone does. Morgan had been teasing me to months asking when I’m going to make a move. Even Hotch gives me grief every once in a while.” His hand gripped the strap of his leather messenger bag. “The truth is, I didn’t know how to bring it up. I’m not good at this stuff. And I didn’t want to make things awkward—“

You pressed your lips to his. You didn’t need to hear any more excuses. He finally admitted it, and that was enough for you. Everyone knew how Spencer felt about you, but only Garcia knew how you felt about him. And, that wasn’t even on purpose.

Spencer’s hand softly cupped your cheek, his thumb lightly tracing over your cheekbone. His lips were soft and warm, just as you envisioned. His touch was almost hesitant, gentle, like you were made of glass. Then, he pulled away, smiling down at you.

“There, that’s better. Now, no more pouting. You’re so much cuter when you smile,” you teased, booping his nose with your finger. Then you turned towards the door.

The window beside the conference room door was crowded with every member of your team staring directly at you. It was your turn to blush as Hotch opened the door, smirking.

“Finally. Now that that’s finally over with, we have a case to review.” He shook his head, then turned into the room.

You turned to Spencer, who looked more mortified than anything, then chuckled. “Yeah, finally.”

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7.11 │18.03

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i am so serious when i say this brought me to tears. real, actual, tears.

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Baby, Look Around

Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Warnings: mention of a case and reader witnessing violent act, smut (fingering, reader climax, hint at marking?, implied future smut).

A/N: I used to write fanfic for another fandom on a different long-lost blog. I’m re-watching this beloved show, and I have the MIGHTY URGE to write again. So, here we go.

You squinted at the less-than-charming mug shot of the man your team had just put behind bars. Why the hell were their photos so creepy? Well, they were murderers after all.

Leaning back in your desk chair, you dropped your pen and sighed. “I’m tired of looking at this creep for a minute.” You peered over at your colleague, who nodded.

“I don’t blame you. After everything that happened over the last twelve hours, anyone’s mind would need a little reprieve.” Spencer offered a half-sympathetic smile. His curls wisped in all different directions. He was just as tired as you were, but you prayed you rocked the look half as well as he did.

His signature tie was slightly askew, and his sweater vest was bunched up in the back as he leaned over his desk. You couldn’t help but find it endearing. Ok, that was definitely the wrong word. He was hot.

“Done!” Spencer exclaimed, shooting from his seat. He grinned with excitement, probably thinking about going home. It was after one in the morning, and neither of you were thrilled when Hotch burdened you with the task of finishing the case paperwork.

“Well,” you pouted as you peered up at him, “have a good night, I guess.” You sighed, not wanting him to leave.

“What? I’m not leaving.” Spencer leaned against his desk and smiled down at you. “Not until you’re done.”

Ever the gentleman.

“You don’t have to stay. I will probably be a while. I have to give an account of everything that happened in that room-“ you shuttered at the thought of what happened earlier that day. At least you found the victims alive, and the rest, well, comes with the territory.

“I can wait. Besides, your mind really does need a break.” Spencer tilted his head, concern behind his amber gaze.

“Oh yeah, gorgeous? What are you implying?” You smirked up that the genius. “Are you flirting with me?”

Spencer rolled his eyes. You both knew he was.

For several months, you and your brilliant colleague had been intimate. It started with a cheeky movie moment, a shared umbrella during a walk to your cars. To your surprise, it was Spencer who made the first move. During your awkward goodbyes, he leaned in and kissed you. And well, you kissed him back. The rest is history. Sweet, steamy history.

“So,” you spun in your chair, “how do you suppose I give my mind a break?”

Spencer blushed, then looked around. “Well, if you’re implying what I think you’re implying, something physical, I think that will have to wait until we leave—“

“Baby, look around. There’s nobody here.” You winked, then chuckled. “Even the video surveillance is off at this hour. We have the building to ourselves.”

“What about—“

“The security guy at the front door can’t leave.” You slid out of your chair and perched yourself onto your desk, nearly knocking over your case file.

Spencer chuckled to himself. You loved seeing that side of him, the confidence, and delicious darkness behind his eyes. It was something only you could see, a little glimpse of his inner self.

You hummed a low moan as Spencer found his place between your legs. Your flowy, knee-length skirt bunched against his hands as he coaxed it as far up as it would go. Then, in one swift motion, he tugged your panties half was down your ass, waiting for you to get the hint. You lifted up, giving him what he wanted.

“Eager, are we?” You whispered, raking your fingers down his clothes arms. Oh, how you wished you could feel his warm skin under your fingertips.

Spencer’s finger snaked along your folds. A hiss left his lips as he felt the slick already waiting for him. He was never a man of many words when he was touching you, but the noises he made were… scrumptious.

“Spencer,” you breathed as your head slowly rolled back. “Please—“

You didn’t need to finished that plea. Spencer’s finger shot inside you, curling and thrusting into your heat. His hand lowered to your exposed neck, trailing kisses and nips along the soft flesh. He let out a low growl when you thrusted against his finger, begging for more. And, be obliged. A second finger slid in, coaxing a gasp from your throat.

He played with you, his other hand firmly gripping your thigh. You smiled to yourself knowing there would be bruises where his fingertips pressed.

His thumb rose to your clit, brushing against the swollen bundle of nerves. “Spence—“ you squeaked as a warmth began to build in your belly. Your ragged breath and strangled moans egged him on, forcing your closer to the edge.

Within a minute, the thread inside you snapped, forcing a wave over pleasure over your heated skin. Your breath caught as he continued to thrust his soaked fingers into you.

“That’s it,” he praised, guiding you through your waves. Then, your body began to relax, and he slowly pulled his hand away.

You shuffled further to the edge of your desk, then reached forward for the button on Spencer’s pants. Spencer took a step back, then grinned.

“I think that’s enough of a break. Once you’re finished, we can go to your place and finish what we started.” You stared at him, shocked. He had never teased you like this before. And, as torturous as it felt, you weren’t really complaining.

“O-ok.” You shuffled your panties back up. Then, you stood, still gaining your legs.

“I’ll be right back,” Spencer informed, heading to the corner of the office where the bathrooms were. “The faster you finish—“ He ended the sentence with a wink before he disappeared down the hall.

The only problem was you had no idea how you were going to focus now.

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L A N D O N O R R I S

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Franco Colapinto with Lando Norris (McLaren) during the flight to New York for F1® The Movie World Premiere on June 16, 2025 in New York, New York. (Mark Sutton)

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I’m rewatching Criminal Minds.

Oh lawd, something in me is resurrecting.

And it’s all because of Dr. Spencer Reid.

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