#dr spencer reid x yn

[celest1all]

dom!spencer telling the reader to “take this dick” while overstimulating😩😩

omfg dom!spencer makes me feel....things.

i apologise in advance @_@

mdni 18+

it was all too much -- his cock thrusting in and out of you mercilessly and his nimble fingers working over your clit, sending shockwaves down your spine.

beads of sweat coated the valley of your breasts, spencer's eyes watching it drop down onto your stomach and into your navel. he was grunting with every move of his hips, your cunt clenching around him every time he filled you to the hilt.

"f-fuck," your cursed, tits bouncing up and down with every movement and thrust. his cock was making you feel so full, and if you focused hard enough you could feel the every vein on it, sending pleasure throughout your body.

"come on baby," he spoke, his forehead glistening in sweat, causing the front pieces of his hair to stick to it. he looked like a fucking god. "take this dick. i want you to come all over it."

he pronounced every word with an extra hard thrust, hitting your g-spot every time. his fingers continued playing with your clit, and you knew with all the pleasure coursing through you, you were going to come.

your toes clenched and your whole body spasmed as your orgasm wracked through you, grabbing onto the bedsheets either side of you.

"good girl," he praised "good fucking girl."

[inkdrinkerworld]

post!prison Spencer realizing you’re not always sunshiny and happy when one day he spots you crying in the hall before wiping your eyes and walking into the bullpen with your usual megawatt smile like you hadn’t been balling your eyes out five minutes before

It’s a call with your brother that really gets you started.

Spencer watches you take the phone call that starts off pleasant, you’re all smiles and then you frown, dark and full of an anger Spencer hasn’t ever seen on you.

He knows humans are capable of all emotional spectrums but it’s so foreign on your face and in your body language that he’s shocked a little still.

You walk to a secluded part of the office, hushed, rushed, heated words that Spencer feels horrible for straining his ear to listen to but it’s a strange sight.

He’s never seen you like this.

“How is that my fault? I can’t drop everything and take a plane over there every time shit hits the fan. They’re big kids now.”

What’s worse is your voice cracks and he wants desperately to rush to you, comfort you but he forces himself to stay where he is.

He strains his ear and hears you whisper,

“I’m not doing this again. I can’t be that person anymore. They’re 20, I can’t move back home just to baby them again. I’m not going to be walked all over by them anymore.”

You’re not together, you’re just friends- not super close but closer than anyone else on the team. Spencer feels like he should be comforting you when he moves to the kitchen and watches the first tear tumble down your cheek.

“Hey have you seen, Y/N?” Emily asks and Spencer turns his body to block you from view.

“She went to the bathroom, do we have a case?” He asks, stirring a pound of sugar into his coffee.

“Yeah, when she comes out tell her meet us at the jet.” She hands off a file to him and Spencer glances through the pages quickly.

Spencer watches you compose yourself, swiping at your face, fixing your hair and rolling your shoulders back.

Then he watches almost sadly, as you plaster a smile back on your face.

“Hey, Spence. Where’s everybody?” You open the fridge like you usually do and reach for the canister of whipped cream you keep tucked away.

“We have a case,” Spencer watches you shake it and spray some into your palm, connecting the dots over the many times he’s seen you do that in the last couple of months.

You’d always said it was just a, ‘pick me up’ and Spencer hadn’t thought twice about. You all have little things you do to keep you going in the job, but he realises now it’s less to do with work and more to do with your upset.

“Oh shit,” you spray another heap of cream in your palm. “I’ll get my go bag, can you fill me in while we walk, Spence?” You’re already turning to your desk, fiddling about the last draw for your go bag.

Your eyes are still a little red, and he watches you switch your contacts for glasses as soon as you get hold of the bag. “They burn a little right now,” you supply when you catch him looking and he nods like he doesn’t know the truth.

“Alright, let’s go,” he opens the case file Emily handed to him and starts, “So the unsub seems to be a woman hater? I’m not sure how no one figured him out before this is his sixth victim.”

You frown as you tuck your go-bag over your shoulder, “And the geography is all the same? No crossing state lines?”

Spencer admires how easily you slip back into work mode, but as soon as the case is over he needs to find a way to have you talk to him.

[velvetwilde]

He was my baby now he's still my baby

[sarcasm-and-stiles]

Spencer: I can never tell if someone is flirting with me or just being friendly

Y/N: maybe we should kiss until you figure it out 😏

Spencer: like platonically or

[reidsc0nverse]

pov your instagram when dating spencer reid pt 5

so it seems everyone loves these lol (i can do other characters from diff shows too btw just ask!!)

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(y/n) So babysitting was fun

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AaronHotchner You guys are never babysitting Jack ever again.

-> (y/n) it was his idea hotch 🙄

-> AaronHotchner For Reid to hit him in the head with a baseball bat???

-> spencerreid1 Yes.

-> (y/n) go ahead and ask him

-> AaronHotchner ...

jjareau Y/n I really hope this isn't how you guys get the boys to sleep...

-> emilyprenty I mean if it works 🤷🏻‍♀️

-> (y/n) @/emilyprenty exactly

paparossi Maybe you two shouldn't be parents...

-> spencerreid1 This method was never in any parenting books but it should be.

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(y/n) power outage in the bureau ‼️‼️

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derekm The generators kicked on literally three minutes later

-> (y/n) didnt stop spence from screaming like a little girl

-> spencerreid1 @/(y/n) I did not.

-> emilyprenty We all heard it reid don't lie to yourself

princesspennyg Squad 😎

-> (y/n) ong 💯

-> jjareau For real

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(y/n) Brought him to barbie (he cried)

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princesspennyg Okay but who DIDNT cry??

-> paparossi I didnt

-> AaronHotchner @/paparossi Dave you were a blubbering mess don't even.

-> (y/n) HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

-> emilyprenty LMAO

spencerreid1 I'm glad to say I'm not a Ken.

-> (y/n) but you are kenough baby

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(y/n) Im obsessed with him

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jjareau Awwwww

-> spencerreid1 I know right. :)

-> (y/n) @/spencereid1 shut up

derekm You have to wake up to THAT every morning

-> emilyprenty yeah instead of me

-> (y/n) @/emilyprenty 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[sweetismyaddiction]

Part 2

SUCROSE

Paring: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: They live in the same building, in the same corridor, just in front of one another… which helps the friendship but couldn't stop Dr. Reid from falling in love

Word account: 1199

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, friends to lovers

A/N: English is not my first language. Reblog, like, and comment. I am accepting suggestions for the next parts (should I already tell about the nicknames?). Please be nice. The Gif is not mine. Credits to the oner

Chapter 1: Derek Morgan, next door

Y/N’s Point of View

The water ran warm against my skin, a relaxing shower was all I needed after one very busy day serving and cleaning, which was not the worst part of the job, the worst part certainly was the clients themselves.

I had a playlist on to help me relax, thank god I had the day off and would go just to the night shift today, so it is a study and cleaning house day. But a noise interfire my peace day. Noises that come from outside.

In the corridor someone knocked on a door calling a name, Spencer’s name… I finished my bath, put on my robe and with my towel dried a little of my hair just taking the exes of the water then brushing it. I came out just in time to see someone kicking down my door and entering my apartment holding a gun.

“What are you doing?”

The man is a black big man, he looks around and then to me still holding his gun pointing it to me.

“Where is Spencer Reid?”

“Who are you? What are you doing in my apartment? Why did you break my door?”

The last sentence was a scream, I can’t believe that a random dude broke my door for no reason. Can’t he see numbers?

“I am SSA Derek Morgan. Now, where is Reid?”

Morgan, the name rings in my ears. Spencer talked about him so many times. Apparently they are friends and coworkers, he can break Spencer’s door, not my door!

“Spencer’s door is the other one.” I point to the one just across the hall. “But relax big man, you do not need to break another door, I have the key, just wait in here and let me put some clothes on. Do not let anyone into my apartment. And put that gun down. Jesus”

Is this a thing? You have to be handsome to join the FBI? After putting a light dress and getting the key I get back to my living room, where that delight for tired eyes wait, he remains stoic, rigid, so tense. Should I be worried?

Knocking soft on the door and calling his name I warne Spencer that me and Morgan are coming in. No response, and the place is immaculate, everything in the right place.

“He must be asleep, he has been very tired those couple weeks. I am going to check his room.”

“By yourself?”

“Yeah. What? There is something I should know? He is contagious? A zombie? No? Ok, so I am totally fine going by myself.”

I walk slowly into his room, it is dark and quiet.

“Sugarpout? Spence?”

A peaceful breathing is heard when closer to the bed, he is involved in his blankets, is the sights of heaven, my heart gets warm seeing Spencer resting peacefully.

I sit at the bed and run my hand delicately in his soft hair before resetting it in his forehead checking his temperature, he moves a little moaning in protest.

“Shh… it's me Sugarpout, it is ok, you can keep sleeping”

Is a very quiet whisper as I place a tender kiss to his forehead leaving my boy there, his hand landing on top of mine making me smile, as quiet as I entered his bedroom is as I live.

Just at the room door, Derek looks at us, I just make a signal to him to keep quiet and we are back to Spencer’s living room.

“So… you seemed troubled. There is something I should know? Is something wrong with Spencer?”

“Why do you have his keys?”

“Cause I live just across the hall?”

Who does he think he is to interrogate me?

“Serious? That 's why? Common, hot stuff, Reid didn't make a move on that gorgeous woman? Man, he really doesn't have material… or does he?”

Flirtatious Morgan, Reid said he was just like that, all charming. Just bark, don’t bite. Well… I don’t think girls would mind if he bites them, I recognize good stuff when I see it.

“Changing subject that quickly? What are you avoiding agent?”

He just looked at me, no verbal answer, heavy shoulders unmatched with the flirt smile on his face… for a profiler he isn't that good in hiding emotions.

“Seriously” a puff of air came out of me. “Is everything okay with him?”

“Yes, Reid is fine. I… was just worried, we had a hard case and he wasn’t answering the phone…”

“I believe you”

“So… why the keys?”

“I live very close, we are friends and I am his food stealer”

 I blinked at the man with a dirty smile in my face mixed with my sweet traces.

“Food stealer?”

“He is out, I need something, I enter his apartment, I grab what I need, and then I come back to my place. Simple”

“Are you confessing a crime to an FBI agent?”

“A crime against another agent. And the other agent is very aware of what I do in his hose”

“Sorry about the door”

“It’s okay, it is nice to know Sugarpout have friend that really care about him”

It is impossible not to smile, I care so much about the genius boy. Knowing other people also care about him warmes my insides, it is really good to know he is well protected in the field.

“Sugarpout?”

My eyes almost fall out of my face. Shit! It is a private nickname.

“Don’t. Do not, ever, ever, talk about it to anyone, It is private, and especial, so please…”

“Okay, a secret. Someday you will tell me?”

“Maybe”

Derek Morgan lives his card with me. He waited about 30 minutes talking to me, but it seemed Spencer wouldn't wake up so soon, so Derek decided to go home, but promised to pay for my door. In my opinion it was the very minimum he could do, but them we have a talk, and his caring by Spencer was more than enough for me to forget about my broken door.

“Sugar?”

“Hey, Sugarpout, did you sleep well?”

I smile going to start to prepare something for him to eat.

“How long have I sleeped?”

“Something around two hours, you needed it. Morgan passed by, and broke my door”

“He what?”

“Broke my door. He was knocking, no one opened, then he kicked in. But surprise, surprise. It was the wrong door.”

“Sorry”

“It is not your fault, and he is going to pay for the repair, he was just worried because you didn’t answer the phone, and the last case was hard. I assume you basically blacked out from exhaustion so I decided to let you sleep.”

The toast is ready as is the coffee, the black coffee with tons of sugar.

“Here you go Sugarpout, you need to eat, and then you should call your people. I am not asking about the case. Just a reminder that you can talk about anything with me anytime, I am just one door away.”

I kiss his head, before going back to my place. I could tell he needed a moment alone to call his friends, especially Derek after what I vaguely told him.

[emeraldjoonie]

Just a thread of Spencer Reid with glasses❤

[dysphoricsanity]

I am loving all these new MGG content!!!!!!

[matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl]

Knight in Shining Armor

Paring: Female FBI reader x Spencer Reid

Summary: The reader is kidnapped and Spencer is struggling to keep himself together.

Warnings: Mention of drugs and addiction, violence, kidnapping + mention of Spencer's kidnapping, angst from unsub and Spencer, mention of Maeve, sad Spencer, use of Y/N and Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 1K

-> MASTER LIST

Not in a million years did Spencer think anything like this would happen. “We're trying our best,” Hotch sighs. “Well obviously not hard enough!” Spencer hardly raised his voice, so when he did, Hotch knew he was serious. “We understand this unsub. We have handled cases like this multiple times. We will find her.” Hotch reminds Spencer. “Forty percent of kidnap victims are released unharmed, but that's only with a ransom. All the women he has kidnapped so far have died. Who’s to say he won’t do the same to Y/N.” he mutters before abruptly leaving the conference room. Spencer goes to the bathroom to clear his mind, and as his shaky hands run through his hair, the terrifying urge resurfaces once again. He craved his fix. Dilaudid . He knew he shouldn't. Either way, he couldn't. He knew he couldn't get his hands on anything. But, oh lord, it was hard to resist. His body felt itchy all over, an everlasting scratch that will never go away, even with the sharpest fingernails to claw at.

Spencer hears a soft knock on the door. “Hey, kid. It’s me, Derek.” Spencer quickly fixes his hair and daps away the tears in his eyes. “What- um. What do you want?” he asks. “I’m just checking up on you. I know what youre going through is tough. It's tough on all of us.” Derek starts. “Y’know, I was terrified when you were taken.” Why did he have to bring that up? The worst part was that he knew how petrifying it is to be kidnapped. Spencer slowly unlocks the door, and Derek lets himself in. “It's gonna be okay, man. You just have to have faith.” He says, and Spencer gives him a slow nod as tears begin to form again. Derek pulls him into a hug, letting him cry on his shoulder like a brother should do. 

"What if it happens again...?" Spencer whispers. "What if... what if she dies? I don't think I can handle another death. Another person leaving me..."

Derek knew how hard Spencer took Maeve's death. All he could do was hold him tight, because he didn't want to make promises he couldn't keep.

As the knife's cold, sharp blade drags along your jaw, bone-aching chills run through your body. "You don't have to do this." You mumble. You hear him laugh and you gag silently as you smell the stench of his rotten mouth. "Oh, but you see, I do," he mutters, tilting your head toward his sickening gaze with the blade's tip. "I'm not sure what they taught you, but you're a terrible actor. The moment I saw you, I knew you were an FBI agent." 

Was it really that obvious? You were trained to see through these unsubs. You have been taught to keep composure during situations like this. You wanted to cry at the prospect of any unsub getting the better of you. You had Spencer in mind. He was going to help you get through it. He was going to save you the same way you saved him. "They'll track you down. I'm certain they will."

Your kidnapper laughs once more. That threatening, taunting laugh. "Like who?" he wonders. "Your little boyfriend, the infamous Dr. Spencer Reid?" When Spencer is mentioned, your stomach drops. “Your boy genius. IQ of 186.” How did he know you referred to him as a 'boy genius'? "Actually, it's 187." Suddenly, his hand grasps your neck, and you gasp. “You- you don’t like being undermined…” you manage out. "You have difficulty speaking to women, especially when they are... more confident than you."

“No! That’s… that's not true!” His grip on your neck tightens, and you gasp for air. "You're dissatisfied with your life. You have a straightforward job that makes you unhappy. That's why you hurt women in order to reclaim your power." You had to figure out a way to buy time even with his hand around your neck constricting your air and death at his fingertips. 

"Admit it," you say quietly. "You're a pitiful... little... man." And, just as if God Himself had answered your prayers, the door bursts open, with S.W.A.T officers filing in and F.B.I agents following. Your captor removes his hands from your neck, accepting defeat as they handcuff him like a frail child caught breaking the rules. “Youre under arrest for the kidnapping and murder of five women, including the kidnapping of Y/N Y/L/N.” Agent Morgan says, along with the Miranda Rights he has memorized over the years of many arrests.

Emily and Spencer release you as soon as the offender is removed from the room. Spencer gives you a tender kiss on the lips. Spencer was constantly teased about your relationship by the BAU. Even now, he was still shy. When he kissed you in public, it was always a quick peck on the lips or a kiss on the forehead, never like this. So you were taken aback when he kissed you so passionately. Your heart beat faster. You knew you were in safe hands with Spencer. “I’m so sorry… I’m so incredibly sorry…” he whispers to you as warm tears stream down his face, his trembling hands running down your arms as he felt you underneath his touch, reminding himself that you are in fact real and alive. He didn't let you out of his embrace until he was fully aware that you were a physical being and not a figment of his imagination.

You had no idea the pain and suffering Spencer went through while you were held captive. It pained your heart to even think that Spencer had to sit in agony like that. 

“I thought you were dead. I mean… I never lost hope. I knew there was still a chance. You know, Schrӧdingers cat, in quantum mechanics-” You interrupt him by placing your fingers on his lips. “Yes, Spencer. I know what Schrӧdingers cat is.” You hum softly, and he can’t help but smile. “Come on, let's get you out of here. Medics are waiting outside,” he said as he helped you up and out. “I’m fine, Spence, really. I don’t need any medical help.” you protest, but he quickly pushes that away. “Youre getting checked out. That's non-negotiable.”

As you walked out of the room you were kept in, you expected to hear soft snickering from Derek, a cocked eyebrow from Emily, or an impressed look from J.J., but nothing. All that mattered was you and Spencer. He was the one who would remove your Crown of Thorns at the end of the day. Your knight in shining armor who was there to save your every trip and fall. 

[mshalfemptygirl]

Spencer Reid Masterlist (S.R)

Spencer is very jealous after prison and this can be bad for his relationship with Reader.

Hiii my angels, I'm really glad that you take some of your time to read my fanfics. I'm just getting started but I hope this grows a lot. Thank you (VERY MUCH) for your love, supportand interaction.

Also I’m so gratiful for have the other writers on this site who inspire me every day and also my friends.This has become very important to me and, sure, I am available for feedbacks and requets. Enjoy every word. Love y’all  💕 

Requests: open

Fluffy  😍

The Prince Agent : Reader is called to help Spencer with a case and things get too cute.

Exagerado:  Spencer is very interested in Brazilian culture and also in Reader, his co-worker.

Against  😡

Protective: Spencer is very jealous after prison and this can be bad for his relationship with Reader. 

Soft Smut (16+) 🥵

Karaoke Night : Reader and Spencer are at karaoke and a song changes everything between them. 

Smut (18+)  😈 

Play In My Game: Reader Reader is being a brat to get what she wants, and what she wants is Spencer playing her game.

Spit Your Love On Me: Spencer Reader are having an enjoyable Saturday night that just might get better.

[sailortongue]

Special Agent Doctor

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

summary: a nice day out with your boyfriend gets interrupted

Today could not get more perfect. Your boyfriend had recently gotten home from a case and had been given a few days off to recuperate. You’d spent your morning cuddled together on the couch, each nursing your daily cup of coffee as you watched TV together. When lunch rolled around, neither of you felt like cooking and it was a beautiful day, so Spencer suggested walking to the local diner and then perhaps stopping by the book shop since you would be in the area.

So off you went, walking hand in hand down the sidewalk, basking in each other's company. As expected, lunch was delicious, and with full bellies you both headed to the bookstore you frequented. It was a quaint shop owned by a sweet woman named Mrs. Sherry who has come to know both you and Spencer by name. But alas, you should have known that no day could possibly be so perfect.

Spencer had wandered off to explore the biography section, leaving you to browse alone. You were attempting to grab a book just a bit too high on the shelf for you to reach when you felt someone press up behind you and pull the book from the shelf for you. With the book now in hand, you turned to thank who you thought was Spencer and were shocked to find your ex boyfriend. Your smile instantly dropped off your face and you thanked him curtly before trying to sidestep him to go find Spencer.

“No, wait!” he exclaimed, lightly gripping your elbow to prevent you from leaving. He cleared his throat awkwardly, not knowing what to say but also not wanting you to walk away. “Uh, you look good,” he starts. “How have you been?”

“Fine.”

“That's good, that's good. Listen, I’m free this Saturday. We should catch up.”

You were quick to decline his request, wanting nothing to do with the man who had cheated on you.

“Oh, come on, babe, I know you miss me,” he said with a grin, eyes raking up and down your figure. “I sure miss you.”

“Miss you? She doesn't so much as think of you.” came an irritated voice from a few feet behind you. Spencer had initially sought you out to show you a book he thought you’d be interested in, but instead found you cornered by some random man he’d never seen before. But it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on, especially after hearing the snippet of conversation that he did.

“Who the fuck are you? Mind your business.” Said your ex to Spencer aggressively before directing his attention back to you. “Do you know this guy?” he asked, jerking his thumb towards Spencer.

This time, when you felt someone behind you you knew for sure it was Spencer. He’d wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest protectively.

“As a matter of fact I do. He’s my boyfriend.”

Spencer shot the man a smug grin, arms still secure around you.

Your ex laughed derisively as he looked at you in disbelief. “Boyfriend? This toothpick?”

Before you could defend him yourself, Spencer spoke up. “Is that so hard to believe?”

The other man eyed Spencer up and down with a look of scorn. “Yn likes a man that can protect her. You look like a slight breeze could blow you away. Now, me on the other hand,” he gave you a salacious smirk as he gestured to his admittedly chiseled physique.

Spencer frowned with distaste and furrowed his brows. “I can protect her just fine,” he said defensively.

“Says who?” your ex scoffed.

Fed up with the insufferable man, Spencer pulled out the credentials he keeps with him at all times, making sure to introduce himself with both of his titles. “Special agent Dr. Spencer Reid, FBI."

[celest1all]

dom!spencer finding the reader gets nervous with eye contact during sex so he makes her make eye contact

this giving dom!spence to me idk but i'm jsut gonna...yeah [edit: just realised this said dom!spencer anyway i'm dumb]

+18 minors leave please god

warnings: slapping, p in v, swearing idk, dom!spencer

spencer noticed it a while ago, it wasn't hard for him to but two and two together -- you couldn't make eye contact to save your life.

it started with not looking hotch in the eyes when he was talking to you, then it was local law enforcement then it was him. you would avoid eye contact with him at all times, opting to looking at anything else (like playing with yours hands).

so, when you and spencer got together, he made it his mission for you to work on your eye contact; or lack of eye contact.

spencer's cock was thrusting in and out of you at an immense pace, your pussy clenching around with every little movement. your eyes rolling back in pleasure and thighs shaking. one of his hands were holding both of yours above your head and the other gripped on your trembling thighs, ensuring his pace never faltered.

"hey," he tapped your face, "look at me." he said, now holding your cheeks in one of his veiny hands.

it took a while for you to really listen to what he said, the pleasure turning your mind into complete mush. "huh?"

spencer continued to fuck your pussy relentlessly, "you're going to look at me whilst i ruin you." he growled at your, lust coating every syllable.

you shook your head at him, closing them and focusing on the feeling of his cock inside you. then, spencer did something you didn't expect -- he slapped you across the face. "oh, fuck," you moaned, liking the pain more than anything.

spencer smirked at you, "come on, baby, you can do it. if you look at me, then maybe i will let you come. maybe."

the threat was real and scary, you wanted to come, you wanted to come so bad. the feeling in your tummy was getting oh so close and you knew if you didn't look at him, he would stop and get himself off.

you opened your eyes reluctantly and stared directly into his eyes; they were dark. his smirk was still firmly on his face, whilst he was still thrusting in and out of you, his nimble fingers playing with your clit.

"there we go baby," he praised "there's a good girl."

the praise was too much, the feeling of his cock hitting all the right spots whilst your clit was getting played with -- you were going to come. "fuck spence, please. please let me come." you begged, looking directly into his eyes.

spencer smiled at you and leaned down to kiss you on your forehead. he placed his lips next to your ear and said, "come for me baby, come all over my cock."

he made sure not to blink, he didn't want to miss the moment of you becoming undone. your eyes rolling back into your head and your hands gripped the bedsheets so hard he was convinced they would rip.

just the sight of it made him spill his seed directly inside of your fluttering cunt, "fuck," he groaned.

he's going to make you make eye contact more often.

[inkdrinkerworld]

complimenting spencer on his new haircut cerca season 7 and him blushing and stuff!! He’s so cute with that haircut!

He really is!!! Pre-relationship reader x spencer reid

“Spencer, your hair!” You rush out of your office chair and over to him as he walks into the bullpen.

“I cut it,” he says, fighting the flush in his neck and cheeks. “Does it look bad?”

“Bad?” You’re incredulous, Spencer Reid has never looked bad a day in his life. Not even when his hair was long and he thought he was too lanky.

“Yeah.” He cares what you think about him, that much is obvious; he always has.

“You look even more handsome than before.” Honesty, you can’t help but be honest to Spencer and he really does look good.

“Did you have your tea yet?” You’d switched over from coffee a few months ago because Spencer had noticed how badly your hands had started shaking and passed you a mug of tea over coffee one morning.

“No I did not, will you have yours with me?” Spencer looks at you like you’ve lost your mind- when has he ever let you have your drinks alone? Never.

By the time he’s handing you your mug, you’re still a little transfixed by his hair, watching it fall off to the side and a little more than desperate to thread your fingers through the sides just to see how long it is.

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” Spencer takes a sip of his coffee, reaching into his bag for a bowl of fruit, he passes it easily to you already opened.

You narrow your eyes at him, popping a grape between your teeth. “You’re pretty, what am I supposed to do about that?”

He only shakes his head, “Eat your fruit,” nose and cheeks flushing a little harder when Morgan gets in and comments on him, ‘cutting his hair for his morning date.’

[velvetwilde]

Who has the face like smarty does?

Who has the voice like smarty does?

Who has the choice like smarty does?

nobody, nobody, nobody.

[sarcasm-and-stiles]

Y/N: *Stubs their toe* FUCK!

Spencer: Mind your language!

Y/N: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???

Spencer:

Y/N: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

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pov your dating spencer reid part 6?

i've made so many of these: pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5

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(y/n) how did i possibly wind up deserving a man like him 🤍

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princesspennyg AWWWWWW YOU TWO!!!!!! 🥹🥹

-> y/n 😘😘

emilyprenty a wholesome post for once?

-> y/n a new thing idk if i like it

-> spencerreid1 I love it.

-> emilyprenty gross

jjareau Now the question is, what are you gonna do with all those flowers 😂

-> y/n save them for our wedding *wink wink @/spencerreid1 wink*

-> spencerreid1 Patience, my love.

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(y/n) what we as adults spend with our adult money

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spencerreid1 The box did say 18+ so we're technically following the rules.

-> y/n tbh even if it didn't i'd still buy it

paparossi This is why you guys are the children of the BAU

-> y/n i'll have you know we are well into our late twenties

-> AaronHotchner Then start acting like it

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(y/n) he was really feeling this haircut before getting it chopped

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emilyprenty MULLET?????

-> y/n idk i kinda love it

-> derekm are you blind?

-> spencerreid1 It's not even that bad.

-> emilyprenty spencer.

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(y/n) i put too much lipstick on so i had to get some off 🤷‍♀️

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spencerreid1 It's a good look for me.

-> y/n i agree

AaronHotchner This is fine and all until I get a complaint for PDA

-> y/n let them cry about it idc

-> emilyprenty yeah, this is no better than what y/n and i talk about in the office anyway

derekm MY MAN

-> spencerreid1 😐👍

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prob the last part for a bit, if you have any requests for spencer in more stuff like this lmk!!!!

love yall