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Ustulation

us•tu•la•tion

(n.) a burning lust

I’M BACKKKK!!!

I plan on writing about more than just Spencer Reid, currently working on a Daryl Dixon smutttt!

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Needy

Summery: Spencer’s trying to read but you’re sad because he isn’t giving you any attention so he makes it up to you.

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 220

Spencer sat in his usual spot on the couch book in his hands, he had just gotten home after a late night at work and he didn’t even hug you.

You decided two could play that game, you laid your head in his lap making him look down at you for a second before going back to his book.

You huffed loudly and got up, and he still didn’t look up. You grabbed his book from his hand and set it on the table before sitting in his lap.

“You’re so needy,” he chuckled wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I don’t like it when you ignore me,” you pout laying your head on his shoulder.

“How about we cuddle and watch a movie to make up for it?” He asked kissing your forehead.

“Perfect,” you mumbled tucking your head into his neck.

The two of you lay together tangled in each other's arms while a movie played in the background.

“You’re so pretty,” he cooed, his thumb raking over your cheek gently.

“Not as pretty as you,” you reply smiling and running your fingers through his hair.

He captured your lips with his and kissed you gently. “I love you,” he whispered as he pulled away.

“I love you too.” You mumble into his chest cuddling into him.

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jokes

Summery: Spencer is sad because nobody laughed at his jokes, he decided to repeat them to you to see if they really weren’t funny.

Warnings: fluff, cheesy science jokes…. That’s all.

Word count: 300

A/n: this is kinda sort so I apologize, I plan on posting something longer before the end of the day!

You and Spencer lay on the couch cuddled up to each other. Spencer was a little upset because nobody ever laughed at his jokes, sure they were all related to knowledge, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be funny. He decided to test one on you, you always laughed at his jokes.

“What is it bad to trust atoms?” He asked looking down at you.

“Uh, I don’t know?” You mumbled.

“They make up everything,” he smiled making you giggle.

Half of the time you couldn’t even understand his jokes, but you knew he liked to make them, you thought it was adorable the way his eyes lit up when someone laughed at them.

“What did one cell tell his sister cell when she stepped on his toe? Ouch! That's mitosis.” You giggled again, Spencer had a huge smile on his face by now. “Do you really think they're funny?” He asked running a hand through your hair.

“Yeah, sometimes I can’t understand them but they’re still funny,” you smiled.

“You're like the only one who laughs at my jokes,” Spencer sighed.

“It’s because most people are too dumb to understand them,” you laughed making Spencer smile at you.

“I guess your right,” he answered. “I’m just glad you think they’re funny, I love hearing your laugh.”

“I love you so much, Spence,” you mumbled tucking your head into his neck.

“I love you too,” he whispered running his hand against your back soothingly.

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Shaving

Summery: Spencer is exhausted after his first day back at work after being released from prison. You help him shave and comfort him.

Warnings: razor (being used to shave), post-prison Reid, nightmares, mention of bruises and cuts, fluff…

Word count: 700

Spencer was a mess when he came home from jail. Covered in cuts and bruises and heavy bags under his eyes. He was struggling, he was overjoyed to see you but so many things had changed about him.

Being in prison stripped him of his self, he couldn't function the way he could before. He had nightmares, he was paranoid, and he was overprotective of everything.

You understood him though, you knew it would take time, and you knew even with an eternity he wouldn't be the same. You just wanted him to be at peace again.

He was exhausted after his first day back at work, physically and mentally. He still had to shave as he still hadn't since he got home, but all he could do was sit in the corner of the bed in silence his head in his hands.

“I'm worried about you,” you say putting your book down and sitting beside him.

“I know,” he sighed placing his head on your shoulder.

“I know things are hard, but I can't help if you don't let me in,” you say grabbing his hand and holding it gently.

“I don't want you to know about the horrible things that happened, you wouldn't see me the same,” he mumbled turning his head from you.

Grabbing his chin and making him look into your eyes you say, “Nothing could change the way I feel about you, I love you, Spence, I just want you to be happy again.” His eyes threaten to spill tears making you hug him tightly.

“Here, I'll help you shave, just relax,” you say standing up from the bed taking his hand in yours, and walking to the bathroom.

“You don't have to,” Spencer frowned.

“I want to, I see you struggling to keep your eyes open, just let me,” you reply pushing some of his messy hair behind his ear.

“Okay,” he finally obliged sitting on the edge of the bathtub. You open a drawer, grab his razor and shaving cream, and sit in front of him on your knees.

“Ready?” you ask smiling at him.

“Yup,” he replied finally cracking a smile filling your heart with happiness. You squirted some of the shaving cream onto your hands and spread it across his face, grabbing the razor to begin.

The razor slid across his skin gently removing all his facial hairs from beneath it. “Am I doing okay?” you ask putting your hand on his thigh for balance.

“Yeah, it's perfect,” he smiled once again looking down at you. You finished shaving and pecked his lips gently, standing up rising out the razor, and putting it back in the drawer along with the shaving cream.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and turned off the bathroom light as the two of you walked back to the room to change and go to sleep.

You changed into your pajamas and so did he, the two of you climbing under the covers together as Spencer held you close in his arms.

“Do you wanna know the real reason I've been having trouble sleeping?” he asked making you turn around to look him in the eyes.

“If you’re ready to tell me,” you say smiling softly as he grabbed your hand.

“I was scared you were going to leave, you know?” “cause I've been so distant and weird lately, when I'm with you I feel safer than I have in a while,” he said a stray tear falling down his cheek. “I didn't want you to leave,” he repeated letting more tears fall.

Your arms wrapped around him as you held him close, he cried softly into your shoulder making your heart shatter.

“Spencer, I'm always going to be here for you, I wouldn't ever leave you,” you answered rubbing his back soothingly.

“Promise?” he asked looking up at you with his tear-stained cheeks.

“Promise,” you answered, wrapping your arms back around him as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck.

“I love you,” he spoke gently.

“I love you too,” you cooed holding him close as he fell asleep.

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Separation anxiety.

Summery: your out with the girls when Spencer calls, he realizes he can’t sleep without you so you go home and the two of you cuddle until you fall asleep.

Warnings: fluff, alcohol, separation anxiety and I think that’s all!

Word count: 600

You were out with the girls, celebrating for no reason at all but to simply have fun. You were all at your last stop, a bar, and It was safe to say Emily was plastered.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend of six months lay in your shared bed wide awake. He couldn’t sleep, he needed you to be next to him.

He knew that you wouldn’t be any longer but he decided to call to check on you.

Your phone rang loudly prompting you to tell the girls you’d be outside for a second so you could answer it, they simply nodded and you headed out before clicking the answer button.

“Hey I’m just checking on you, how are you doing?” Spencer asked the grogginess heavy in his voice.

“I’m good, why are you still awake though?” “It’s past midnight,” you spoke softly through the phone.

“I can’t sleep and I miss you so I figured I would just wait until you got home,” he added and you could hear him shuffle beneath the blanket.

“Oh, Spence, I’ll be home in ten, let me go talk to the girls,” you say making Spencer’s heart swell.

“No, you don’t have to, I want you to have fun,” he mumbled into the phone making you sigh.

“Spencer, Emily is wasted and I’m not going to let you be a zombie in the morning,” you say before opening the door and going back in.

“Fine, I love you,” Spencer said smiling softly on the other end of the phone.

“I love you too,” you spoke before smiling and hanging up.

Spencer was flattered that you would drop everything like that just so he could sleep. It meant so much to him, he thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and the fact you fell for him just as hard as he did you, made him love you even more.

“Hey guys I’m going to head home, does anyone need a ride home?” You ask the girls.

“Nope, we’re good thanks though, have fun with boy genius,” Emily replied winking, making you giggle softly.

“Alright, I’ll see you girls tomorrow!” You say smiling and waving before walking back outside to your car. You unlocked it and sat down, started it, and then sat for a minute to allow the heater to warm up.

You let out a content sigh once you could feel the heat being blown out and started driving home. You arrived about five minutes later put the car in park and went inside. It was silent as you walked upstairs to your bedroom.

Spencer sat up in bed reading a book patiently a smile covering his face once he saw you were home.

“Your home,” he exclaimed smiling softly. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, I’m going to change into my pajamas and then we can get some shut-eye,” you spoke smiling and grabbing a nightgown from your closet.

You changed quickly and Spencer put his book down waiting for you to crawl in beside him.

After finishing you did just that, you crawled into bed beside him and he wrapped his arms around you gently while tucking his head into the crook of your neck.

“Mmm,” he groaned softly finally feeling at ease with you in his arms.

“Get some sleep pretty boy,” you spoke feeling him smile against your neck at the nickname.

“Will do, pretty girl,” he whispered back as the two of you slowly drifted off to sleep in eachothers arms.

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Let me help you.

Summary: After Spencer is shot in the knee he doesn't like to ask for help. You can tell he's struggling so you decide to comfort him and help him shower!

Warnings: fluff, self esteem issues, cuddling, pretty much just pure fluff!!!!

Word count: 2k

Spencer had been struggling with getting around after being shot in the knee. He would get home from work and immediately go to bed. The joy was practically drained from him. It hurt you to see him in so much pain. All you could do was do the little things to make him feel better. Cuddles, ice cream, movies, anything you knew he would enjoy, even just a little.

The pain he felt physically exhausted him still, he continued and would do nothing but deny it. He wouldn’t let anyone know about how badly he was struggling, and although Everyone noticed it, nobody spoke of it.

He arrived home one night and decided to take a shower, you decided to help him out to minimize the pain.

“Are you sure you wanna help, I can do it myself,” Spencer asked frowning slightly.

“of course, you’d do the same for me,” you replied grabbing his hand and making your way to the bathroom.

As you helped Spencer into the bathroom, you noticed how he winced slightly from the pain. You could feel his warm hand in yours, the soft skin against yours. You helped him sit down on the edge of the tub and began to help him undress.

“T-shirt first,” you spoke softly. Spencer nodded in agreement, allowing you to help him pull his T-shirt over his head. His movements were a bit stiffer and slower due to his injury but you remained patient and supportive, helping him however you could.

“please let me know if it hurts too much okay?” you ask offering a small smile.

“Okay,” Spencer replied, nodding thankfully. “I appreciate it.” As you helped him undress, you could see his wound, it was wrapped with a large bandage preventing the stitches from falling out and anything getting in.

“I’m going to grab a trash bag for your leg so we don’t get it wet okay?” you ask grabbing the door knob.

“Okay,” Spencer replied, nodding in agreement. “Thanks.” you left the bathroom, grabbed a trash bag from the cabinet and a roll of tape, and headed back to help him.

“Here let me see your leg?” You say holding the trash bag out.

Spencer looked at you, then at the trash bag, and finally back at you. His eyes were filled with trust and a hint of vulnerability. Slowly, he moved his injured leg towards you, wincing slightly from the pain but trying his best to maintain composure.

“your doing good, just put your leg in the bag and I’ll do the rest.” you praised holding his hand.

"Thank you," Spencer said softly, his voice strained with pain. He carefully placed his injured leg into the trash bag, biting his lower lip to stifle a groan. You tape the bag to his leg to keep any unwanted water from getting into the bag.

As you finished taping the bag around Spencer's leg, he let out a small sigh of relief. "Thank you," he repeated, this time more earnestly. His eyes scanned your face, searching for any signs of discomfort or embarrassment from seeing his injured leg.

“Are you ready to move to the stool?” you ask gesturing to the stool in the shower.

With a nod, Spencer carefully made his way to the stool, taking small, calculated steps. He gripped the sides of the stool for support as he lowered himself down slowly, wincing slightly with each movement but trying to hide it from you.

“don’t be afraid to be hurt Spence, you have a literal gunshot wound on your knee it’s okay,” you say giving him a hand to help him onto the stool.

"I know, I know," Spencer muttered, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. He leaned back against the cool tile wall, trying to find a comfortable position on the hard stool. "It's just... difficult not to feel self-conscious about it."

“don’t be, your allowed to be in pain.” “don’t let your mind keep you from getting better,” you say Turning on the water.

Spencer nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "I'll try," he promised, his voice soft and sincere. As the water began to pour over his skin, he let out a slow sigh of relief, feeling the warmth seep into his aching muscles.

you squirt shampoo and conditioner into your hand and slowly work it into his hair.

Feeling the coolness of the water and the soothing touch of your hands, Spencer closed his eyes, trying to relax. He leaned his head back against the wall, letting out small moans of pleasure as you worked the product through his hair.

you grab the cup off of the sink and fill it up to rinse the conditioner and shampoo out.

As you began to rinse his hair, Spencer let the water flow over his skin, washing away the dirt and grime from the day. He could feel his body starting to unwind under your gentle ministrations. "Thank you," he murmured softly.

“Always,” you reply smiling and grabbing his body wash.

As you continued to tend to him, Spencer felt himself becoming more and more at ease. He didn't resist when you began to lather up the body wash, instead leaning into your touch, his skin tingling with anticipation.

your hands continued to massage the soap into his skin gently.

“Mmm," Spencer hummed, his eyes drifting shut as you massaged the body wash into his skin. He could feel the tension seeping out of his muscles, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that began to spread throughout his body.

“ready to rinse?” you ask your gaze softening slightly.

“Yes, please," Spencer responded, his voice slightly hoarse from the relaxation. He opened his eyes, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking away, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks.

you help him stand and rinse the soap all off.

Slowly, Spencer stood, feeling somewhat unsteady on his feet. He couldn't help but smile as you helped him finish rinsing off the soap, his heart fluttering at your touch.

you grab a towel and hold it out for Spencer to step into.

“Thank you," Spencer murmured, stepping into the towel with a sigh of contentment. He leaned against you, his skin still tingling from the warm water and the tender touch you'd given him.

You kiss his forehead delicately before asking, “Are you ready to walk to the bedroom?”

"Yes, please," Spencer responded, blushing slightly at the unexpected display of affection. He held onto your hand as you led him out of the bathroom, his heart racing as you guided him towards the bedroom.

“Here sit on the bed and I’ll grab your pajamas,” you say smiling and sitting him down on the corner of the bed.

Spencer sat down gratefully, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He watched as you went to grab his pajamas, feeling a wave of comfort wash over him at your caretaking.

“Do you want the blue plaid or the purple plaid?” You ask holding both of them up.

Spencer hesitated, feeling a flutter of excitement in his chest. "Honestly, I don't really care, you choose," he said, his voice quivering slightly. "Surprise me."

“Okay!” You reply smiling gleefully and picking the purple ones. Purple was your favorite color to see on your boyfriend, it made him look so pretty.

after grabbing the matching long-sleeve and a pair of boxers you came back to Spencer to help him get dressed.

“ready?” you ask.

"Yeah," Spencer breathed, his heart racing with anticipation as he waited for you to help him get dressed.

you slide his boxers and pajama bottoms up his legs being extra careful of his bad knee.

"Thank you," Spencer whispered, his skin tingling from your touch. He felt even more vulnerable as you slid the soft fabric over his leg, the fabric brushing against the wound on his knee.

“Okay, we’re done with the hard part, time for your shirt,” you say smiling and grabbing it off the stand.

"Okay," Spencer replied, his voice a mix of nervousness and excitement. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing thoughts as he waited for you to help him with his shirt.

“put your hands up for me,” you say softly.

“Okay," Spencer replied, obeying your instructions. He lifted his arms, feeling the fabric of his shirt brush against his skin as you guided it over his shoulders and down his arms.

“you did great, do you want me to grab anything for you before you lay down?” you ask grabbing your pajamas.

"No, I think I'm good," Spencer replied, his voice slightly shaky. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he prepared to lie down.

“Okay let me know if you need anything, I’m going to change,” you say before slipping your nightgown on.

"Thank you," Spencer murmured, his eyes following your movements. He climbed carefully into bed, wincing slightly as he adjusted his position on the freshly cleaned sheets.

You crawled into bed next to him, feeling his body heat. Feeling the warmth of your body so close to his, Spencer couldn't help but shiver slightly. He turned his head towards you, his heart thudding against his chest as he waited for you to make the next move.

Your arms wrap around his waist gently. “You're shivering," you whisper, pulling him closer. "Are you cold?" you ask, running your hands up his back.

"I'm not cold," Spencer replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned into your touch, his heart racing as you ran your hands up his back. "I'm just... nervous."

“why are you nervous?” you ask running your hands through his hair gently.

"Because this feels... different," Spencer confessed, his eyes searching yours for understanding. "And I care about you so much." He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding against his chest. "And I don't want to disappoint you."

“You're not disappointing me for needing help.” “I'm more than willing to be here for you,” you say stroking his cheek gently.

"Thank you," Spencer whispered, his eyes brimming with gratitude and something else... something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He leaned into your touch, his heart racing with a strange mixture of fear and anticipation. "I feel so safe with you."

“I'm glad, I feel safe around you too.” you agree tucking a piece of hair behind his ear.

“I'm glad," Spencer echoed, his voice soft and sincere. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "I just... I always want to know more and understand everything. It's hard for me to switch off sometimes."

“Sometimes you just need a break, to relax, your never letting anyone down by not knowing something.” “you're more than just your brain,” you say staring into his big brown eyes.

Spencer felt himself relax slightly at your words. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "You're right," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... thank you."

“of course,” you reply pecking his lips. “we should get some sleep.”

Nodding, Spencer leaned into your touch, his eyelids growing heavy. "Yes, sleep sounds wonderful." He yawned softly, already starting to drift off.

Spencer stirred slightly, snuggling closer to you. He sighed softly, his body relaxing more with each passing second. The sound of your heart beating became the only thing he could hear as he drifted off to sleep in your arms.