#bi Spencer reid

[reidfucker]

i need to tongue him down i mean WHAAAT who said that??? i mean i need to thrust into him i mean WHAT!!!

[0o-junebug-o0]

An Awkward, Yet Important, Conversation

summary: You have some fears surrounding sex, you and Spencer talk it out.

genre: fluff, very light angst and hurt/comfort

cw: suggestive 16+! talk about/discussion about sex (specifically blow jobs and prepping for pegging and/or anal sex), insecure reader, reader is worried about sex, understanding spencer, completely gn reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!reader, reader has sensory issues, bi spencer (including mention of past spencer/ethan), autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer)

wordcount: 1.4k

You stand in the corner of Spencer’s living room, wringing your hands together and slowly and gently rocking back onto your heels, as he putters around putting away papers and books. Your throat feels clogged and you suck your upper lip between your teeth. You curl your fingers at the first and second knuckles and shake your arms back and forth, gently knocking the side of your hands into your chest. You feel some of the anxious energy in your body dissipate.

Spencer taps his fingers against the spine of the book he just reshelved.

“Ca-can we talk about something?” you ask, your voice slightly shaky with nerves.

Spencer turns to look at you and gives you a reassuring smile but you can tell your question has made him a little nervous with the way he tugs on his pinkie finger. “Of course,” he says gently. He makes his way over to the couch and sits down on it, he picks at the edge of the blanket draped over one of the arms. 

You clench and unclench your fingers and shake your hands out before joining him on the couch. You sit down and quickly realize that the normally comfortable couch is too soft for this conversation and you rise again to your feet and start pacing in circles around Spencer’s coffee table.

Spencer calls your name gently and you stop pacing to look at him.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly. “Did something happen?”

You nod then shake your head and realizing how that could be confusing you say, “Nothing happened. And-and I’m alright. Just nervous.”

“About what you want to talk about?”

You nod and continue your circles. “It’s nothing bad. It actually has the potential to be something good. It just–“ You sigh. “I don’t want you to take it the wrong way.”

Spencer doesn’t say anything. You glance over at him and stop walking when you notice him chewing on the inside of his cheek and rubbing his hands together. 

“Spencer?” you ask softly, feeling a bit concerned.

“You’re not, um, you’re not breaking up with me, right?” he asks weakly.

Your eyes widen and you shake your head. “No! No,” you insist. “No, I love you, Spence. I definitely don’t want to break up with you. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

Spencer smiles with relief and you can see the way his body relaxes. His cheek pops out from between his teeth and his hands return to picking at the blanket. “I love you too. I’m glad you don’t want to break up,” he says with a slight chuckle.

You can’t help but huff a laugh in response.

“Yeah.” You flap your hands at your sides and turn your head to the side to stare at the wall. You’ve always found it easier to start difficult conversations when you’re not looking at the person. “I, um, I want to talk about sex.”

“Okay,” Spencer replies. You can hear the confusion in his voice. 

“I want to have sex with you,” you state.

“I want to have sex with you too.”

“Not right now.”

“Of course.”

“I know you’ve had sex before. With both men and women,” you say. You swallow hard and hesitate for a moment before starting to walk around the table again to relieve your anxiety. “And you know I haven’t. Or at least not penetrative sex.”

Spencer nods. “Is that something you’re worried about?”

You shrug. “Kind of. But not really. It isn’t the act of penetrative sex itself that worries me. It’s sensory stuff.”

“Ahh,” Spencer says, understandingly. 

You nod and stop to look at him.

“Are you worried sex will be overstimulating?” he asks.

Your face contorts as you try to come up with the most accurate response. “Yes and no. I’m not worried about being overstimulated by sex. It’s—“ You sigh and hum in frustration, gently thumping your hand against your chest. 

Spencer waits patiently for you to continue and it puts you at ease. You know he holds no expectations for you and isn’t judging you.

“It feels weird to say,” you admit.

Spencer nods. “That’s okay. You know I don’t mind weird.”

You chuckle. “Yeah. You’re dating me.”

Spencer laughs and the sound makes you smile. “I was mostly referring to the fact that I’m weird,” he jokes. “But you do have a point.”

You stick out your tongue at him with a smile. You take a deep breath and say. “I’m worried about giving blow jobs and prepping you.”

Spencer’s eyebrows raise at the sudden shift back to the conversation. 

“I want to give you blow jobs and I want to fuck you. But— and I really hope you don’t take this as something personal, it’s not you, I don’t think you or your body is—“ You cut yourself off with a deep breath and close your eyes to try to recenter yourself in the conversation. “I’ve tried giving a blow job before and didn’t enjoy it because of the taste. I know it’s natural, but it’s just one of those things I can’t handle, at least not currently.”

“That’s okay,” Spencer says kindly.

“But I really like the idea of sucking you off. It’s definitely something I want to do.”

“I'll just wear a condom then. It’s no big deal. I understand. You sucking me off is also something I want to experience but only if you’re enjoying yourself too.”

You feel your face warm with embarrassment, and you hide your head in your hands. Spencer laughs sweetly at your reaction.

“I think I know what your other concern is. Would you like me to guess, or would you prefer to say it?”

“Can you guess?” you ask, your voice muffled by your hands.

“My guess is you’re concerned about fecal matter when fingering me.”

You lower your hands and nod.

“That’s another easily solved problem. Whenever you fuck me, I will have cleaned myself beforehand, and we can also get you some nitrile gloves to wear. That’s what I did when I was dating Ethan in college. Before long, me just putting on a pair of gloves drove him crazy.”

You can’t help but laugh. You pat Spencer on the knee and try to sit back down on the couch. Now that the hard part of the conversation is done, the couch is back to being comfortable. 

Spencer holds out his arm and you tuck yourself beneath it, curling up against his chest and playing with his fingers. 

“I’m glad you understand,” you whisper. “I was worried that you’d take it the wrong way. That you’d think I that I think you’re gross or unclean when I don’t.”

Spencer presses a kiss to your hair. You tilt your head back and he presses the next kiss upside down on your lips. You giggle, smiling into the kiss.

Spencer pulls away and kisses your forehead. “I know you don’t think that. And I know you never would,” Spencer affirms. “I’m glad you told me. I want you to be as comfortable as possible when we have sex. And if condoms and gloves make that possible, I’m happy to use them.”

“You’re not worried about it feeling different?” you ask, looking up at him nervously.

“Not at all. I think a lot of people, guys especially, exaggerate the difference. There is a difference, but I don’t really notice much of one outside of how wet things feel, but that’s something that doesn’t mean much to me. I’ve, um, I’ve always been quite sensitive, and wearing condoms or using gloves doesn’t really do anything to affect that. I’ll enjoy it just as much because it’s you I’m having sex with.”

Your face grows hot again and you turn to bury it in Spencer’s chest with embarrassment. You both feel and hear when he laughs.

“Why are you embarrassed?” he teases. “I’m the one who just admitted to being super sensitive.”

You pull your face back and reach a hand up to cup his cheek and kiss him gently before resting your forehead against his, your noses pressed together. “You’re just really sweet,” you mutter. “And I’m glad you understand.

Spencer smiles and tilts his head forward to catch your lips in another kiss. “Always,” he whispers.

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[bucker3911]

idc what you say or what you think but this is 1000% true. stfu

[reidsdimples]

Spence falling for a boy the first time 🩷💜💙

I imagine he was confused at first because he’s an inexperienced lil bean but then he falls hard 🥰

[wereoz]

miss you on this pride spencer reid i know you would have gone crazy for these bi pride themed socks

[cherryspence]

theres people who think spencer reid is straight???

[horribleprotagonist]

reingniting my criminal minds hyperfixation just to say that spencer is my stupid idiot bi autistic king and he has a boyfriend according to me bc I simply am right. if anyone else out there is a bi Spencer truther and/or wants to hear about my dearly beloved reids boyfriend oc that I think abt,,,,every day, PLEASE message me they are so!!!!

[pinksloosh]

Bed head

[Spencer walking into work with his hair messed up]

Derek: you got bed head?

Spencer: No, y/n isn’t really into that kinda th-

derek: I meant your hair reid.

[magewritesstories]

these two are pretty much the atla post i made about my two types being badass women who can and will kick ass and boys with awkward ner rizz but criminal minds edition.

[reidfucker]

my love for spencer transcends the conscious mind.

[parfaitblogs]

happy bisexual awareness day make sure you’re aware of him.

[0o-junebug-o0]

My criminal minds sexuality headcanons (for the characters I’ve met so far)

[youbutstupid]

CBS: JJ loves Reid and Emily and Morgan have a crush on eachother as seen in a season 2 deleted scene

Fans: no, die <3

CBS: oh okay

[violetrainbow412-blog]

DOES THIS LOOK STRAIGHT TO YOU????

[stellasworks]

if my body count consisted of every single fictional character I’ve ever been attracted to then I’d be considered the biggest slut in the world 💀 /j

[cherryspence]

tiktok is seriously lacking moreid content