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l0v3-qu4rtz · 8 days ago

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Wild West

Pairing: Cowgirl!Reader x Spencer Reid

Summary: Save a horse, ride a Federal Agent !

Disclaimers: VERY BAD COUNTRY ACCENT, silly horse riding, horse facts, super brief talk of a murder case. SMUT SMUT 18+ MDNI Dry humping, riding, piv sex, overstimulation, creampie, pet names, afterrcaree <3

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD ! i channeled all my angst and emo into this fic and i think the sex part is pretty good, does that make any sense ? Nope ! But did it work ? Yup !!! Anyway, COWBOY SPENCER !!!!!!

Spencer Reid never considered himself the spontaneous type, especially when it came to his free time. Preferring chess games in the parks against college students, reading in his apartment or spending his government money in libraries. He never fancied being an outdoorsy person, especially out in the sun, all that sweaty skin making his skin crawl. However that changed when a very beautiful and cute cowgirl made him an offer.

"No, I haven't seen anything down here. My cameras only catchin' some raccoons or deer, nothin' like murderers" You shrug as you lean against the fences lining the ranch, the agents nodding at your response and turning to walk away. "Hey.." you call out, specifically to the tall curly haired agent. "If you ever have any free time, feel free to stop by. My girls are nice, I promise" With a wink and soft giggles, the agents leave with one flustered and one with a shit eating grin on his face.

Stepping out of his car, the scent of horses strong in the air, it's slightly stinky but nothing horrible that you wouldn't expect. The dirt is dry and the air matches the feel, the wind blowing said dirt up. He squints from the sunlight hitting his face and he begins making his way onto the property. He stepped up on the wooden rickety porch and opened your very creaky screen door, the porch creaking in response under his weight. He doubts your home, seeming as its mid-day and you live on an equestrian farm. He figures you're most likely tending to them.

Still he knocked and waited. And when we didn't get an answer, he rightfully assumes his previous assumption was correct. He rounds your house to the back where he sees the back of your figure, tending to a beige horse. Your hands moved with such care and love and the wind blew your hair softly against your back. He hasn't even seen your face and he can already feel his chest tighten with excitement. You turn just at the right time to catch him walking about a foot away from your fence.

"Well look who it is, Doctor Reid" you tease as you walk closer to where he was standing on the other side of the fence.

"Wow, I'm surprised you remember my name" he's more flattered than surprised, placing his hands in his pocket.

"Well it aint often I got feds pokin and prodin around for serial killers" You tease, posting up with your hands on your hips as you both just stare at each other. Something sparking that wasn't expressed yet understood so well. You look away after a second or so "So, how about I show you around ?" He nods and enters the fence.

Hes a little wary about the horses and to combat that anxiety, he begins doing what he does best. "Did you know that horses have actually helped find several different diseases and cures, like HIV, HPV and even tumor viruses ?" He begins spewing facts about horses and ranches as he follows through the stables and around your farm.

"well aint that so ?" You reply and lean against the stable of a grulla horse, the horse poking it's head above the door and eyeing Spencer curiously. "This here is my darling angel, Rosie. She's the second horse I got when I was an older teen and she's been with me since" You introduce the horse to Spencer and pet her.

Rosie leans her head closer to Spencer, sniffing as he awkwardly greets the horse leaning back anxiously. Seeing the reaction from him, he huffs in Spencer's face and makes his hair slightly messy. You laugh at the mischievous behavior from Rosie. "I promise she's a sweetheart" you reassure him as he fixes his hair and wipes his face off.

After getting Spencer to change his converse for boots, you let him walk horses around with you before getting enough confidence and feel to actually ride them with you. Spencer tenses as the horse roams around, holding onto the horn of the saddle like it was a lifeline. You giggle as you ride next to him, telling him to relax and that Rosie won't hurt him "unless you want her to"

"I don't want her to !" Spencer responds, his tone much higher and scared than he meant it to be. You laugh at his response, turning your tobiano you were on to one side of the ranch and calling Rosie to come towards you. Hearing your call, Rosie comes prancing to you which causes Spencer to yelp and squeeze with his thighs as hard as he could out of fear of falling off. You can't help but laugh at his response, leaning forward as Spencer scolds you for laughing at him. "81% of horseback riders get injured sometimes during their life ! I have a right to be terrified !"

You roll your eyes at his geeky, anxious behavior and check the time on your watch, it's been 2 hours since you two started on the horses. "It's been 2 hours, you wanna call it ?" You ask and he responds with much glee at the suggestion. Getting off of the horse, you make quick work to get to Spencer's side to help him off the horse. It would suck if a federal agent fell off your horse and got trampled by your horse.

Back at the stables, after a nice talk and walk back, you get the horses settled into their stables. You both walk out the stable, laughing and getting to know each other slightly better. "You should've seen your face riding the horse !" You poked fun at him teasingly and he chuckled slightly embarrassed. "How was that case of yours you were with ?" You stop at the entrance when you ask him the question, crossing your arms and looking up at him.

"It went about the same as the rest of our cases, sadistic serial killer, a lot of childhood trauma that fueled a lot of his killing. Luckily we got him before he got to his 6th victim" He informs with the same glee and enthusiasm that he had with the horse facts.

You nod, pursing your lips "it's good we have handsome fellas like you protecting these lands" You smirk and raise a single brow at him. His face slightly flushes and he chuckles, stepping closer to you with his hands still in his pockets.

"You think I'm handsome ?" He asks with a low tone and you place your hands on his chest then slide them up to his shoulders. Once he feels your hands on him, he takes that as a cue to place his hands on your waist.

"I wouldn't have let just any agent on my property" you smile and he leans in, pressing his lips on yours. You reciprocate with the same slow romance before it quickly becomes rough and passionate. You both grasp and pull at each other, groaning and moaning into the kiss before you pull away and push him away softly. "Might wanna go to a spot with less eyes watching us" you tease and upon realizing what you mean, he agrees.

Not even three feet into the back door and you two are back to passion. With him, quickly undoing his buttons and you mirror his actions. You both toss the shirts in the dinning room and quickly make your way to the living room. You make quick on undoing your buckle and unzipping your pants after you push Spencer down onto your worn-in couch. Stepping out of your boots and jeans, you would've worn a matching bra and panties if you knew you would have such a wild guest but Spencer sure as hell isn't complaining. You climb onto his lap and flip your hair away from your face before going down to kiss him again.

Spencer's hands begin to develop a mind of their own as they wander the back of your body. Trailing down your back and gripping your ass, causing you to gasp into the kiss. The kiss quickly gets sloppy as you begin rocking your lips. You both pull away to release some blocked moans and groans, Spencer gripping your thighs as you dry hump him. "That's it baby" he softly praises you. You throw your head back as your hips gain speed and before you can start going even faster, his hands stop you.

You whine and lean against him, your hands trailing down his upper arms. "i need you, I wanna ride you" you softly beg practically in his ear.

"you like riding huh ?" He teases as you lean back to let him slide his jeans off just enough to reveal his boxers, and then his cock. You feel your cunt water just at the sight of it, already imagining how it's gonna feel deep inside you. You undo the clips of your bra and toss it just as you did with your shirt earlier. Spencer moans at the sight and his cock pulses against his tummy. He slides his hands from your waist up the front of your stomach to your boobs, letting his hands feel them. You mewl at the feeling, grabbing at his wrist as he massages your boobs.

"I wanna see your face as you ride me, baby" he speaks in a low tone. You bite your lip in response and sit up to move your panties to the side. Grabbing his cock, you begin to stroke it causing him to groan and throw his head back against the couch. You line him up with your entrance and connecting your lips with his, you start sitting down. As soon as you feel the stretch, you pull away and gasp out small moans. Balancing yourself with your hands on his shoulder, you slowly sink down til hes all the way inside you. You both haven't started and are already a moaning mess.

"oh my.." you gasp out, sitting still before sitting up and sinking back down. You gasp out sharp breaths and tiny moans as you start off slow. Spencer's hands grip your hips as you move up and down, matching your moans with each movement. Praises and expletives spilling out as you gain speed and as you ride him faster, the louder you both become. Thank god you don't have neighbors for hours because they won't be extremely uncomfortable and probably upset.

"Hon- ah..Honey, I'm so close- ah.." you manage between moans as you feel a heat pooling in your stomach. Spencer cups the peak of your ass as your rhythm becomes faster and almost animalistic in pursuit of your climax.

"Yea baby ? Go ahead, cum for me" He encourages and that's what pushes you to finish. You sink down, your legs shaking and your entire body heating up as you feel the wave hit you. The sweet, euphoric wave that makes your back arch and you cry out. Spencer grips your ass as you finish and squeeze around him. "Just a little more, okay ?" He softly asked before he began thrusting up into you, making you moan even louder. The overstimulation makes your mind spin and you swore you saw the pearly gates.

"Yes, Spencer ! Oh my god !" You cry out and he slams up into you, filling you. His hips shutters against you before you both collapse. You lay against him, breathing heavy as the heat wears off and your skin finally reacts to the cool ac in the room. He wraps his arms around you, checking your face. "Are you okay ?" He asks softly, through labored breathing.

"yea.." you breathe out, nodding before snuggling closer. He keeps his arms wrapped around you for only a moment before lifting your body to take himself out of you. Mixed cum dripping out of you, making you whimper as you feel it drip down onto his jeans and couch.

"i got you, it's okay" he softly comforts you before laying you down next to him, he tucks himself in his jeans and stands up. "Let me clean you up" he pecks your lips before hurrying off to your kitchen. Yup, this isn't gonna be the only time this hot ass fed rides your horses and there's definitely gonna be even more riding later on.

Masterlist

#spencer reid #criminal minds #i love spencer reid #mgg #dr spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #dr reid #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencerreid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer #doctor reid

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l0v3-qu4rtz · 13 days ago

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Make you mine

Pairing: Cheer Captain!Reader x Spencer Reid

Summary: FBI is called to your campus to investigate a string of murders, and that's when you see him.

Disclaimers: Fluff(cutesy flirting), Angst. Reader is in university so age gap !! talks of murder, use of Y/N, very poor description of sports and cheerleading, reader is attacked by the unsub but survives. Really badly written police chase scene

A/N: guys i need a computer, typing this on a phone is gonna be the death of meeeeee ughhhhsbsnajjs I kinda wanna write a pt.2 with some spice ? Idk thoo i don't really like this, not my best work unfortunately i also think the cover picture of the girl is Ariana (Ariana what are you doing here 🤨) This fic is like skimmed proofread kinda so yeaa, ENJOYYY❤️

"I'm so scared... I heard that Stacy Smith found the body.."

"I heard he was dragged from the party at Foyet Hall.."

"well the FBI is here, so hopefully this gets solved.."

"FBI ?" You question as you look up from slipping on your white shoes. You and your teammates were in the locker room, getting dressed for practice and discussing the hottest drama in the campus.

Everyone looked over at you and the blonde girl perked up "Yea, that's what Greg said" She explains.

"Your shitty baseball boyfriend ? The same one that thought he could fight a tiger with his bare hands ?" The locker room filled with quiet giggles and Gwen rolls her eyes playfully.

"I wonder what the coach will say about what happened.." you express as you stand up from getting dressed and grab your pom poms out of your bag when you hear a scoff.

"I doubt she'll say anything. That's how all the professors have been, radio silent" she rolls her eyes and shakes her head, crossing her arms and leaning on the locker.

That's when you hear the door open and the coach pokes her head into the locker room. "Y/N ? I need to see you" she says, in a serious tone that makes you worry, you look over at your teammates and they look at you with the same worry mixed with curiosity as you follow your coach to her office.

That's when you see him, he's standing in your coach's office dressed in a dress shirt messily tucked into straight leg jeans. His sleeves are rolled up and he has his hands tucked into his jean pockets, looking down and around the office before he hears footsteps.

"Y/F/L/N ?" He asks as you walk into the office, fidgeting with your hands.

"Yea ?" You ask nervously, you admit the man is attractive but you are still very nervous because you didn't do anything wrong ? At least that you remember... So why are you being called into the office ? Who is this man-

"My name is Spencer Reid. I'm with the FBI, I wanna ask you some questions." He says in a calm voice, showing his badge and signaling to the chairs in the office for you to sit.

You sit down in the chair facing the one he's in. "I guess the rumors were true. The FBI is here" you laugh nervously as you settle in the cushion chair. You look momentarily to your coach who's standing near the doorway.

"I'm sure by now, you've heard or seen the news about what happened to your classmate.." he begins "I just wanna ask you about where you were that evening and if you saw anything strange" he speaks softly and gently, in a way that makes your heart flutter and your cheeks tingle slightly.

"Uh.. No no, I was walking from my psych class that evening.." you reply, the nervousness dying slowly as you settle in and feel more comfortable. "My class is all the way across the campus and I was exhausted" you explain as you try to think back to anything that evening.

He looks between you and the coach before speaking up " uh- Coach Bailey ? Can I speak with her alone ?" He asks and she nods, stepping out. He leans in and places his elbows on his knees, looking at you with all the care in the world. "Are you absolutely positive you didn't see anything strange, something odd, something that was out of place ?" You shake your head as your mind is going a million miles per hour.

There's a bit of silence before he speaks up, "you're the cheer captain right ?" He asks, more like he was curious to get to know you instead of investigating.

"Uh.. Yea, I'm about to graduate too" You explain, tapping your fingers together.

"Do you have any job offers ? Or plans ?" He stands up and begins to examine your coach's office.

"Uh, I've already had an offer to audition for a big football team" your shy and not the flaunting type so you don't say much when it comes to your successes.

"I'm sure you'll do great and pass auditions. You're.. really pretty." He says, pausing before saying it almost like he was flustered.

You laugh and look down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers. This agent is starting to really grow on you and you're already feeling a connection to him. "You're not too bad looking yourself, agent." You both smile towards each other, you're still fidgeting but for now a different reason.

"If you see anything strange–" he digs in his pocket and pulls out a card, handing it to you. "Please call me" he heads out but not before giving you his usual nerdy wave with your flirty wave to reciprocate his.

"We could be dealing with a spree killer, these victims had no connection. A loner, jock, class clown, none of these are connected" Derek speculates as he sits with the rest of the team at the police prescient near the campus.

"A spree killer with this level of M.O ? Seems highly unlikely.." JJ responds, looking through files and examining the crime scene photos.

"I agree, most spree killers usually don't spend this much time with his victims." Spencer adds to the conversation when his phone starts ringing. He pulls it out and notices a number he doesn't recognize, he excuses himself and steps away to answer. "Hello ?"

You were on your way back from practice that day after being questioned. The sun was gone and all that lit your path was the street lamps, your bag was slung on your shoulder and your walk was limbered. You sigh as you walk up the concrete steps, digging through the side pockets of your bag for your dorm ID. Just then you hear some grunting and struggling, catching your attention and making you still. You look closer to the dark corner where the sound is coming from and gasp at the sight. Causing the sounds to stop and you make eye contact.

You're quick to scan your ID and run into the building, hiding behind a corner as you fumble through your bag again for the card that the agent gave you. Quickly dialing the number on the card and pressing the phone to your ear.

"hello ?"

"Agent Reid ?" You're scared and hyperventilating.

"Y/N ?" Hes shocked that you called, most people don't after he gives them their card unless their press or journalists and he never gives them his card so.. yea no one calls.

"Yea, I think I saw something.. I-" theres a muffled scream on the phone before the line drops.

"Y/N ?" He hangs up and rushes over to his team, catching all their attention. "Guys, I'm pretty sure he's killing right now."

The FBI and SWAT team split up to cover more ground on the campus, Spencer and JJ going into the building where your dorm was at. They had their guns drawn and Spencer turned the corner where he saw you, still in your uniform but all bloodied up. You were lying on the floor, unconscious and Spencer leaned down, checking for a pulse then radioing for EMTs. He checks you out some more, some cuts and bruising on your face. Your phone was knocked out of your hands and cracked just barely enough to make it stop working. Just your luck.

He continues searching with more SWAT, eventually clearing the whole building. "It's all clear here" he radios to the rest of the team. He walks down to the first floor to meet up with JJ.

"My guess is she saw, he attacked her out of desperation, got scared and ran off. I'll tell the team to secure the whole campus, make sure he doesn't leave" Just as Spencer and JJ walk out of the building, he sees a figure running across the street that seems suspicious.

"Hey, who's that ?" Spencer says to catch JJ's attention before the figure starts running. "Hey !" He calls out, pulling his gun out of his holster and running after the figure with JJ following. The unsub runs until he's tackled by Derek while turning a corner and arrested.

You were awake now, getting your face cleaned and evaluated in the back of the ambulance. You wince several times as they dab away the blood when you see a familiar face approach. The paramedics leave you alone for a moment as you talk to the agent.

"Hey" You softly greet him.

"Hey, how're you feeling ?" He asks, wincing as he sees the injuries on your face.

"Paramedics said I'll be fine, maybe a few stitches but I'll be okay" you smile up at him, then promptly get flustered at the way he looked in his FBI gear.

There's silence before he speaks up with a soft smile on his face. "I'm glad you called, most people usually don't"

"Well it's not everyday I get a cute agent offering to protect me" he smiles, flustered by your flirty remarks before Hotch calls him to head back home.

"I-uh.. gotta go.." he sounds a bit disappointed that he was to leave but before he leaves, you call out for him.

"Can I still call you ?"

He paused, processing the question before replying with a soft "Yea" while nodding.

Masterlist

#spencer reid #criminal minds #i love spencer reid #mgg #dr spencer reid #dr reid #spencer reid criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds angst #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid x you #spencerreid

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