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[reidsdaisies]

Hey, can I get a tulip with prompt 24? Spencer and female reader hugging randomly on cases?

Congrats on 500 followers !!!

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; spencer reid x fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warning; hugging, r kisses spence

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.2k

༉‧´ˎ˗ prompt(s); tulip, 24 – hugging them at random

celebrate with me!

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Spencer Reid was usually averse to physical touch, so it was a surprise for JJ to look across the precinct and see you clinging to Spencer. He he stood in front of the board, intent on putting together the geographical profile as efficiently as possible, though it was quite difficult when you were coming up to him and squeezing him from behind.

“Hon.. I’m doing something, y’know that right?” he breathily laughs, trying to gently shake you off. He doesn’t mind the touch, but he’s still trying to focus. He feels your nod, but you have no intention of letting go, nuzzling yourself against his back.

“What are you doing here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to go with JJ to interview the victims’ families?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m supposed to be with JJ right now, but I told her I forgot something.”

“Yeah, and what did you forget?” he plays along with your little game.

“To give my boyfriend a kiss goodbye.”

Spencer’s ears perked up at that, finally turning his attention to the girl attached to his back. You take his face in the palm of your hands, leaning up and smashing your lips against his. He mumbles something into your mouth, but eventually gives in and drops his hand from the board to cup your cheek. When you finally pull back, your lipgloss is visibly smeared on his parted lips. You leave Spencer there with rosy cheeks, wide eyes, and a mouth covered in lip product as you scurry off to JJ who’s waiting with a hand clamped over her mouth in attempt to not laugh at the sight of a completely bewildered Reid.

[mandarinmoons]

https://www.tumblr.com/mandarinmoons/746904302327644160/cute-new-dad-spencer-with-baby-and-hes-all | i need to see baby Bailey taking her first steps and Spencer being a little too emotional 🥲 mb she falls on her butt but she’s still all giggly and Spencer is intently recording and softly cheering her on to share with the team <3

Sorry that it's so short 😅

“C’mon sweetie, you can do it!” Spencer coos at her daughter as he’s holding up his phone towards your direction.

You were helping Bailey stay up on her feet as you were practicing on taking her first steps. Her legs were a bit wobbly, but she had started to stay up on her feet more and more, so it was only a matter of time until she took her first steps.

Spencer was extremely keen on documenting his little girl’s achievements, even though he has an eidetic memory he still insists on taking pictures, videos and keeping the smallest of keepsakes from her first outings.

Bailey laughed as Spencer kept making funny faces her way, she was known as a daddy’s girl and what better way to have her run to his father’s arms than to make her laugh.

“Okay sweetie, go to daddy now,” you slowly removed your arms from your daughter and hoped that she wouldn’t hurt herself.

Bailey took a step forward, and then another step and, boom, she fell on her little butt. However, a giggle fell from her mouth instead of a cry and both you and Spencer smiled at each other.

Before you were able to help the girl up on her feet again, Bailey managed to stand up on her own and ran into Spencer’s arms.

“I’m so proud of you!” Spencer set his phone down to make room for Bailey, he took her in his arms and kissed her head.

You walked over to the two of them, sitting down next to Spencer as you watched Bailey cling onto his shirt, a smile on all of your faces.

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[reidsdaisies]

spencer beggin to nut in u :3333

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(𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

༉‧´ˎ˗ paring; spencer reid x fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; pretty boy cursing and moaning (🫠), 1 use of ‘y/n’, kinda sub!spence? (its always sub spence), unprotected p in v sex (don’t do this!), spencer begging to nut inside you (🫠 x♾️) but not breeding kink, creampie.

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; basically 0.6k

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; Aine, coming to my rescue for the second time!! right now i’m working on that post-prison spencer and i know everything takes me a while (i’m the #1 procrastinator ☹️) but this one’s gonna take me a little longer too because i really want to make it a longer fic which is something i suck at cuz again i’m the slowest b ever in every aspect of life but i’ve got big plans. ik for sure i’m gonna go back and forth wondering if its good enough but i’m gonna try something new and stick to it

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Spencer has his head tightly tucked away in your neck, heavily panting as he picks up the pace of his hips moving against yours, his dick thrusting into you. He is so lost in the feeling of it all, that oh-so-familiar and oh-so-intoxicating feeling of your cunt clenching tight around him. Repeatedly, he shamelessly moans your name, pressing sloppy kiss after sloppy kiss to your lips whenever he remembers he can pick his head up.

“Faster Spence, faster,” you moan, patting at his shoulder as you beg him for more, though it is clear that has been his plan all along.

“You’re so wet and- oh god- hot!” his voice cracks somewhere in the middle of his sentence, which just serves to turn you on impossibly more.

“You’re so fucking tight around me.” He bites, almost sounding angry though you know he’s feeling nothing more than pure ecstasy. His words are punctuated with an almost guttural moan from him. One of your hands finds its way up to his hair, tugging his face up that was just buried in the pillow beside your head and forcing him to look at you.

The two of you share a passionate kiss, this one different from the ones leading up to it. This time it’s more needy (if possible), executed with more purpose. He whines into your mouth, almost choking on your tongue as he rushes to pull back.

“I don’t think I can last much longer,” he whimpers against your lips, his face red, the heat from his desire scorching his skin, looking equally as defeated as he sounds, “please, baby, please, let me come inside.”

The furious pace he set of his hips falters slightly.

“Y/n!” He moans your name for the hundredth time tonight. “Please! I’m gonna come,” it’s a miracle such clear words are even able to come out of his mouth. To him it sounds like he’s speaking gibberish. His brain feels nonexistent at this point, he’s letting his body and deep carnal need for you take over him.

“Please, inside, lemme do it inside,” His voice sounds so broken, he’s so broken. His thrusts are noticeably sloppier, his breathing ten times heavier and more prominent in your ear as he’s fucking you at a pace you didn’t previously think him capable of.

Realizing he doesn’t have the strength to keep looking at you anymore, he just gives up, letting his head fall back to where it was a minute ago, planted in the soft, cloud-like feeling pillow beside your head.

“Then do it,” you moan, encouraging him to do just let go, fill you up. It doesn’t take a second after you give him the ok that he’s spasming, his mouth fallen open against your shoulder in a silent scream, as he fills you with his warmth.

Your orgasm is a blissful blur, the feeling of his cum being fucked back into you mixed with his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, albeit a bit shakily, sending you over the edge.

“Holy shit,” is all you manage to breathe out as your strained voice slowly starts to come back to you.

“Holy shit.” He repeats you in a softer, even more weak voice.

“Maybe we should forego the condoms more often.” You joke, barely even conscious at this point.

He whimpers just at the thought of it, using that 1 measly ounce of strength he has left to nod and peck you on the lips.

“I’d like that, a lot.”

[reidsdaisies]

Hiiii can I order a rose for soft dom Spencer with prompt 19 where its readers first time?

Also I just wanted to say CONGRATULATIONS!! You’ve come so far and I’m so happy for you!!

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; softdom!spencer reid x fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ prompt(s); rose, 19 – “We’ll make it fit.”

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; reader’s first time, spencer is patient with r, p in v sex, is it fade to black cause it doesn’t show anything after him entering?

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.3k

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; one rose coming right up! thank you so much the request and the kind words, it means a lot, I hope you like this<3

celebrate with me!

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“That,” your eyes widened, staring directly at the erection he held in his palm. He wasn’t that big, pretty average sized, maybe a little more than, from what you’ve seen and heard online/from friends, but looking at him is starting to make you realize just how real this is, “isn’t fitting in here.”

He let out a soft, amused chuckle. “You’d be surprised with what the human body can take. I promise, we’ll make it fit.”

His statement left you puzzled, for sure, but you decided to brush it off. If Spencer told you that you’ll be able to do this, you had no reason to doubt him. After a few months of dating, you finally felt ready to take this relationship to the next step. It’s a feeling you only had once before, when you were younger, until that relationship ended abruptly, but you realize now that waiting for Spencer is the best decision you unknowingly made.

“Just breathe, sweetie. You did a great job taking my fingers, and if you do feel uncomfortable, I’ll stop. You have nothing to worry about.”

“N-no, don’t stop, please do it. I’m ready, Spencer,” you assure him, your hands gently threading through the curls at the nape of his neck.

The two of you shared an exchange of small smiles as Spencer nodded in confirmation, before he guided his length into your searing heat, careful as ever as he entered you. You held your breath, trying not to make a sound as your body adjusted to this new sensation.

“Breathe, remember?”

You remembered, you had just temporarily forgotten. With his reminder, you took a deep breath in, exhaling right at the time he bottomed out inside you. Your mouth dropped open, in awe at the slightly painful, but also quite pleasurable way he stretched you.

“See, I told you it would fit,” he rasped, a soft whimper tumbling from your lips before your noises were quieted by his mouth.

[reidsdaisies]

hi! can i request rose prompt 14 with dom!spencer and sub!fem!reader where they're on a case and spencer is very stressed and on edge and the reader decides to help him relax, when they're in a car alone she tells him to stop and get out in the middle of nowhere, he wants to check is she's wet under her skirt and is met with a surprise

have a nice day!!!

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; dom!spencer reid x sub!fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ prompt(s); rose, 14 – “No underwear? Did you plan this?”

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; car sex(ish?), some touching over the pants, pet names (sweetie, dirty girl), fingering (f recieving).

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.6k

celebrate with me!

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“Pull over,”

“Hm?” Spencer mutters, eyes still focused on the road, hands gripping the wheel.

“Could you pull over, please? I think I know of a way to help you relax.”

He quirks his eyebrow, side eyeing you. You use his moment of distraction to place your hand over his thigh, fingertips dangerously close to his crotch. That’s when it clicks in his brain, you want to help him destress that way.

You begin to rub slow circles onto him over his slacks, squeezing his thigh ever so slightly.

A smirk quickly forms on your face as he listens to you, pulling over onto the side of the road and putting the car in park. He sighs deeply, leaning back against the seat.

“What’s this about relaxing?” he teased, licking his lips, playing along with your little game, resting his hand atop yours.

“Oh, nothing, just thought you could take that stress out on something other than the wheel you’ve been death-gripping this past 15 minutes, and take your mind of the case. I know it’s been really bugging you.”

“Don’t mention the case,” he orders, tightening his grip on your hand and guiding it in the direction of his semi-erection.

You swallow at his slightly harsh tone, nodding your head, allowing him to act as puppet-master and use your hand as his puppet. His hand encapsulates yours, rubbing both back and forth over himself. He lets out a grunt when you cup him on your own, continuing with the motions he set in place for you.

“C’mere, sweetie,” Spencer whispered enticingly, beckoning you over to sit in his lap. You do as he says, tossing your arms over his shoulders as he places his hands on your hips, guiding you down onto your new seat— his lap.

You begin to grind on his lap, and that’s when he notices the little secret you’ve been keeping from him.

“No panties, huh? Did you plan this?” You can’t help but smile cheekily at him, nodding your head. “Is that why you went to the car before me, to take them off without me noticing?”

You bite your lip, unable to hide the fact he was completely correct and just found you out.

His hand dips beneath your skirt, fingers grazing your inner thigh, inching closer to where you need them the most. Finally making contact with your arousal, he begins to stroke you with his fingers. A whimper falls from your lips, beginning to grind yourself on his fingers now, instead of his thigh.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” he whispers into your ear, nipping your earlobe and causing you to react the same way you did just moments ago, wordlessly begging him to push his fingers inside of you.

Spencer’s not a mind reader, but he’s far from clueless, and so, his fingers dip lower, breaching your entrance, pulling a choked moan from you.

His fingers work skillfully, stretching you open with ease. It isn’t until he’s using his thumb to rub circles on your clit, and you’re on the brink of orgasm, that he withdraws his fingers from you. The loss makes you whine, now feeling especially empty after getting used to the feeling of his fingers filling you. You attempt to reach for his hand, but you’re too slow to grasp it, him being on a mission to lick his fingers clean of you. Mouth agape as you watch him lick your essence from his fingers, he uses this to his advantage, kissing your mouth, swirling his tongue with yours, allowing you to taste yourself.

“Tastes good, hm?” he doesn’t let you answer though, because he slides his fingers right back inside you, rendering you speechless. “It’s just too easy to please you,” he chuckles.

[reidsdaisies]

congrats on 500!! Can you write forget me not 19 with spencer x fem!reader where she’s in an abusive relationship (only if you’re comfy with it obviously!) and calls him for help? Tysm!

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; spencer reid x fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ prompt(s); forget-me-not, 19 – "Could you please come and get me?"

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; crying (reader), mentions of abuser (readers partner, not spencer) yelling, having been drunk, and being the reason reader is sad, spencer comforting reader, spencer driving her to his place

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.9k

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; hi! ty for requesting lovey<3 in my guidelines it says I won’t write abusive relationships, but as long as none of the characters are the abusers and it’s on the side, I think I can make an exception.

celebrate with me!

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Spencer hushes you, gently stroking your back. "Don't even think of him, okay?"

You just keep crying, your face buried in the sleeve of your sweatshirt, your sobs muffled. Spencer was acting like a saint, yet you couldn’t help but feel bad, as if you’d done something wrong. In actuality, you did nothing wrong; it was your partner that did, but he’s messed with your head so much to the point where you now struggle with differentiating right from wrong. The actual wrong thing to have done would have been to never contacted Spencer and to remain in the apartment with the man who had just verbally abused you.

“J-just focus on the road,” you say sniffling, dismissing him. Peeking over your arm, your gaze is drawn to the stars, watching as they twinkle in the night sky.

Spencer remains silent after that, not wanting to upset you even further, only wanting to get you back to his apartment—a safe place. You utilize this silent moment to reflect on the day’s events, whether you’d like to or not. Your thoughts wander to earlier that night, temporarily sending you back in time.

You relive recently made memories of your boyfriend, the mess he made of the flat, and the tears you wept as a result of his harmful impact on you. You try to fast forward and ignore what happened an hour ago, focusing instead on the event that brought you to your current location, sitting in the passenger seat of Spencer's car.

As soon as your boyfriend was done throwing his alcohol-fueled fit and you heard him slam the bedroom door shut, you simply left. You couldn’t take it longer, and you needed to leave before you could change your mind and tidy up his mess, or worse, crawl into bed with him and stay.

Your cellphone was still in the bedroom, and you didn’t want to risk enraging him further just to get it, so you decided you’d walk to the nearest pay phone and pray Spencer would answer your call.

You fished around in the pocket of your hoodie for a minute, pulling out some loose change you’d forgotten was in there but were so very thankful for. Inserting your coins, you dialed up the number of the only person in the world you knew you could entrust with the details your private life.

The phone rang a couple times, and after the third ring, you were met with Spencer’s groggy voice on the other line.

“This is Dr. Reid; may I ask who’s calling?” He grumbled, exhaustion evident in his voice. You heard a low grunt and the bed creak beneath him as he tried to sit up.

“It’s me, y/n,” you mumbled, your voice strained and disconsolate. He could hear your voice shake through the phone, which alarmed him, but he didn’t want to say anything until you finished speaking.

Your voice trembled as you weakly called his name, making sure he was still on the phone. “Spence..?”

“I’m here.” He finally came to full consciousness and sat up more in bed, his tone becoming more serious. “What’s wrong, y/n?”

“It’s my boyfriend; he.. it doesn’t matter. Could you please just come and get me?”

Any previous mention you’ve made of your current partner to Spencer was quite vague and awfully cryptic, and he could sense something was very wrong from how you tried to deflect from the topic of him.

Spencer had never left his bed sooner—even on rare mornings where he was late for work—and immediately agreed to pick you up whilst he fumbled with his slippers and tying his robe.

That same robe is still wrapped over his body, covering his grandpa-esque pajamas. You seem to be his top priority at all times, because he didn’t think twice before hopping in his car and driving straight to you. Just like you, he also looks a mess, with his hair mussed from sleep and heavy bags under his eyes.

Your eyes meet his, but it’s difficult to see him properly due to your blurred vision caused by all the non-stop crying. He begins to talk again.

“You don’t need to tell me what happened, okay? I want you to understand that. If you ever do want to talk, though, I’m right here. I’ll listen to you.”

“Thank you.. and I’m sorry for making you drive all this way just to pick up some battered woman.”

“You are not a battered woman, y/n.” Spencer cuts you off, his tone harsh, really trying to get you to believe it. “Nothing he does is your fault; you know that, right?” You’re hesitant to nod, but you do.

“Y/n,” he drawls, knowing you’re not entirely convinced it’s the truth.

“I know that, Spencer.” You respond, already wanting to be done with this conversation.

“I know you know that, but you seem to not be accepting it as fact.”

You sulk, but you can’t help but realize he’s correct; you don’t seem to be accepting it.

“Alright.”

“Alright?” He mimics.

“Yes, alright. I understand.”

“Ok, good, because I don’t want you to feel any guilt over his actions. I just want to help you.”

His words warm your heart and bring additional tears to your eyes. They roll down your face, staining your cheeks. His hand returns to the place it was earlier, rubbing circles on your back.

“I care for you so much, and it pains me to see you going through something like this.” You nod, wiping your tears off your face before they can wet your sweatshirt too.

“Thank you so much, Spencer.”

“It’s no problem; just try not to stress; we’ll be home soon..”

[reidsdaisies]

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞

༉‧´ˎ˗ paring; spencer reid x gn!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; shaving (razors), brief mention of prison-arc and the maeve-arc, mention that reader shaves their legs or has before?, kinda sappy.

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.5k

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Ever so gently, you lift Spencer’s chin, prompting him to look into your eyes.

It’s been over a week since Spencer was released, and to put it plainly, he hasn’t been doing the best. It’s been a struggle sitting by and watching him cope with the whole Cat situation, and all you’ve been able to offer him is your unwavering love and support, but it just feels like it isn’t enough.

You heard from Emily how difficult it was for him after Maeve; he couldn't even find the strength to change his clothes, let alone jump straight back into work.

The current situation he’s going through now is similar, though last time he mainly grieved alone, and now he has you to help him back onto solid ground.

Careful not to frighten him, as he has been pretty jumpy as of late, you slowly bring the razor up to his cheek, making the first down stroke.

He winces slightly, not because it’s painful, and not because it was unexpected, but again, he’s still on edge. Even though he knows he can’t be hurt now, being in the safety of your arms, he’s still weary of the unknown.

“It’s just me, Spencer, nothing to be frightened about.” You gently remind him. His eyes flutter shut as you bring the razor back to his skin, collecting the shaving cream and facial hair as you stroke it gently down his skin.

“When did you learn to do this?” He asks, trying to make small talk to distract from the negative thoughts that have been running through his head these past months.

“It’s pretty similar to shaving my legs, just now I’m doing it to your face.” You continue with the process of shaving until his face is clean of hair.

He reopens his eyes as you bring a warm washcloth to the side of his face, rubbing away the excess shaving cream.

“Y/n, you don’t know how much I appreciate you.. for this, and for everything else you’ve done for me.” His eyes meet yours, his smooth cheek leaning into the hand you’re using to cradle his face.

“There’s no need to thank me. I-.. I just want you to know that if you never need anything, wether it be me helping you shave again, help with changing your clothes when you’re too exhausted to do it yourself, or just something as simple as a hug, you can ask me and I’ll do it. I’ll do it because I love you and it pains me to see you struggling like you are. I’ll always be here if you need to talk or a shoulder to cry on.”

Your little re-affirming speech makes tears pool in his eyes and threaten to spill down his cheeks.

“I love you. I love you so much.”

“I know, me too.” You reply, closing the gap between you and him and pressing a soft kiss against his equally soft lips.

[reidsdaisies]

hiii !! could i request something like spencer gets hurt on a case and he tries to act like he's all good in front of the team but then gets home to his gf and just lets her baby him ?? 🙏 thank u <3

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; spencer reid x girlfriend!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.7k

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Spencer should have thought this out more— chasing after an unsub while Derek, the brawn of the two, was still unbuckling his seat belt. Through his one-track mind, he forgot to take into account the weather conditions, and how icy the roads could be this time of year.

Derek rushed to catch up to Spencer, accidentally knocking into him in the process, causing him to lose balance and trip, falling right on his face, along with hearing something, he still doesn’t quite know what, crack. He winced at the pain but urged Derek to keep moving and let him get up on his own.

He played it off well enough back at the scene, but as soon as the team closed the case, he dialed you to pick him up from work. Luckily, the unsub they were after hunted near Virginia, and they didn’t have to travel very far. The only thing on his mind the rest of the day was how he would get to see you, his girlfriend, at the end of it.

Unlike how he was untruthful with the team about his little accident, as soon as he got in the passenger seat of your car, and once you pointed out his bruised nose, he started rambling to you about his day, more importantly about his fall and how tough it was to walk it off, along with how bad his nose hurt.

You stuck your bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout and rubbed at his shoulder, assuring him you would take care of him and that he could stay over at your place tonight so you could cuddle the day off. He did hesitate slightly, but you quickly offered him a ride to work again in the morning, and without any further questioning, he agreed and you drove off.

…

“Do you think you pulled something, Spence?” You ask, looking up as you untie his converse for him. He does find it a little extra for you to be doing all this just because he got hurt a bit at work but he isn’t complaining. He won’t outwardly admit to it, but he enjoys it when you get like this, babying him and going full caretaker mode, not that he can’t take care of himself of course, just sometimes it’s nice.

“M’not sure,” he has an unsure look on his face, looking down at you, his eyes slightly watery. It feels nice to be the one being taken care of for a change.

You place his shoes on the rack in the closet, standing back up at your full height and guiding him down the hall and to your room. You wish he didn’t have to walk on his hurt leg, but there’s nothing you can do about that. In the past, you will admit to having tried to pick Spencer up, but that just ended poorly for the both of you. Thankfully, his plush mattress was there to cushion his fall. You two just giggled it off, it was a stupid idea in the first place.

Reaching the bedroom, you push the door open and let him get situated under your covers, watching adoringly as your boyfriend snuggles up to your pillow, the main one you always sleep on, the one that smells of your shampoo.

You rush to the kitchen to get something for his nose, quickly coming back and hopping into bed next to him, handing him a make shift ice pack. Pulling him close, you rub slow, soothing circles over his back. He nuzzles his head into your chest, pressing against the warm cozy fabric of your sweater, careful not to put too much pressure on his nose.

“How are you feeling? Do you need me to get you anything for your leg as well?” you speak softly, moving your hand up to rake it through his hair.

“No, I think I just need to rest,” he replies drowsily, already drifting off from the feeling of calm washing over him.

“That’s fine,” you nod to no one but yourself, it’s not like he can see you anyways with his head buried in your sweater. “Just make sure to tell me if you do think of anything.”

With that, you press a chaste kiss to his forehead before letting yourself relax as well, wrapping your arm fully around his back and letting him cling to you like the exhausted koala bear he seems to be.

[reidsdaisies]

hihihi !! i saw that you wanted requests and i will happily oblige 😭 i was wondering if you could do a like grumpy spencer reid x sunshine/bombshell reader !! i love the whole opposites attract trope. maybe its where like hes having a bad day and just kinda wants to go home but reader turns that frown upside down and flirts w him n stuff !!

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; grumpy!spencer reid x sunshine/bombshell!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ warnings; maeve doesn’t exist bc this is like right around the beginning of season 8 I’d say, slightly handsy reader ig?, use of pet names ‘baby’, ‘sweetie’, ‘hon’, mention of the one ‘sugar pie’, also I don’t think spencer would growl but i thought it was kinda funny and random. also he’d probably not not want to do a guest lecture but just imagine he’d had a rough week or something and that’s why he’s reluctant to go.

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.6k

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; i also love opposites attract but im not the best at writing it, so this one is like subtle ig and so reader is more of a flirt than a bombshell. but if you or anyone else has a diff request for bombshell!reader pleasepleaseplease send it in bc I’d love to try again and make her an actual bombshell lolz

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The day was already off to a bad start. You could tell from Spencer’s body language and whole demeanor that he just wasn’t having it.

Today, Spencer is supposed to be giving a guest lecture to Alex Blake’s class. So, here you stand outside the classroom, 10 minutes before he’s supposed to go in and prepare, pulling at his arm uselessly.

He’s planted himself to a bench in the empty hallway, head in his hands, hiding his face from you.

“C’mon, Spence, it’s just 30 minutes, a 1 and done thing.” You squat down in front of him at eye level, though it’s slightly uncomfortable even in your most casual heels. You’re currently trying to convince him that it really isn’t that bad, and that he’ll feel more relaxed once he’s gotten into the flow of things.

“It’s not like you’ve never done this before,” sighing, you give up trying to make him look at you and instead sit down besides him, your hand reaching over to rest on his left shoulder. “Didn’t you do something similar with Rossi a couple years ago? And you’re good friends with Blake, so this should be a piece of cake.”

“You say that, but you’ve never even had to think about doing something like this. It’s nerve wracking.” He mumbles into his hands, shaking his head.

When he finally pulls his head away, he’s pouting, giving you an annoyed stare. He shrugs your hand off him, hunching in on himself.

“Sweetie,” you start, taking a deep breath and choosing your next words, “remember the first time this happened? One second you were all frustrated— I mean like at one point I think you even growled at me— then the next you were fine. What did the trick that time?”

He scoffs at the mention of him growling, but he does stop to think about it. You can see him mentally searching for that last time, replaying the events of that afternoon.

He licks his lips in contemplation, opening his mouth before closing it. Taking another glance in your direction, he gives you a quick once over. “I-.. well, you..? I guess.”

“Well, what did I do, hon?”

“Uhm, I don’t know..” Of course you already know he remembers, there’s very few, if any, things he doesn’t, he’s just having a hard time saying it outright.

“C’mon baby, I know you know.”

Even after multiple months of dating you, he’s still getting used to all the nicknames you call him. You’ve called him things such as ‘baby’, and ‘sugar pie’, more times than you’ve called him by his actual name. He knows this for a fact. He counted.

Biting the inside of his cheek, he glances down with a soft smile on his face. “Stuff like that, like calling me ‘baby’ and whatnot. Flirting with me.”

“Aw, look at you smiling,” you tease, gently prodding his shoulder, “I knew deep down, as much as you try to deny, you actually enjoy my flirtatiousness.”

“Hush,” he rolls his eyes playfully, looking up at the ceiling.

“Well then, ‘baby’, what’s it gonna take this time, hm? Maybe a bit more of my flirtatious charm could ease those nerves.”

You wink at him jokingly, eliciting a chuckle from the man beside you.

After a few seconds, you push him to stand, about ready to shove him towards the door as well. “But in all seriousness, you better get your ass in there or I will tell Blake and all your other colleagues about the growling.”

[reidsdaisies]

Hey I can do more too!! Maybe a blurb with some sweet smut with Spence where he has just come back from a long case and just wants to truly make love to you 🤭. Needy Spencer is my religion 🤞

Xoxo- 💋

“𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰” (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; needy!spencer x fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; (poorly written smut), early seasons!spencer my beloved, baby boy is needy ofc, sub!spencer, thigh grinding (Spencer to r), fingering (f receiving), protected p in v sex

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.8k

༉‧´ˎ˗ an; needy spencer is also my religion as well, how bizarre !! 💋 anon, you deserve a big kiss 😚.

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

As soon as Spencer got home, he only had one thing on his mind, getting you in bed with him. After such a long case and being away from you for over two weeks straight, he needed your intimacy to relax him, he needed something or someone to fall back onto and he was glad that you always allowed it to be you.

When you two reach the bedroom, he’s quick at stripping, all the way down to his plaid purple boxers. You watch him in adoration, your boyfriend is gorgeous, you have to admit. You quite often catch yourself zoning out just admiring his natural beauty.

“Y/n..” he mutters, biting his plush bottom lip and staring down at you.

“hm?”

You two have been together long enough to where you can see right through his little facade of innocence. The pouty lips, the big doe eyes he’s flashing at you, the state of undress he’s in, you know exactly what he wants, and you’d be a fool not to give it to him.

“You need something baby?” he nods without hesitation, his lips still forming that adorable pout. “You need me?”

He nods frenetically, inching closer to you, obviously just waiting for permission to let go and finally give in to his lustful urges. “I need you so bad, you don’t even know..”

“Then what are you waiting for, hon?” you let a small smile slip, gazing into his eyes in a daring manner as he closes the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He revels in the taste of your lips, both hands holding the sides of your face gently to ensure your soft lips stay pressed against his own.

A low groan escapes Spencer, muffled by your tongue in his mouth, as he backs you up towards the bed. You let your body fall onto the plush mattress, Spencer falling right along with you, hovering above you.

You slot your thigh between both of his, pressed directly to his crotch, and he takes it as you giving him the go-ahead to begin grinding down into the softness of your bare thigh.

“Oh,” he moans against your lips, pulling back. “Y/N, please..”

“Doing s’good, Spence,” you breathily moan into his ear at the feeling of his hardness grinding against your leg, your breath tickling the skin of his neck. Your words seem to encourage the eager boy, the movements of his hips speeding up, whines and moans flowing freely from his lips.

Your mouth preoccupies itself, nipping gently at his ear before moving to suck on his neck below, eliciting even more gorgeous, lewd sounds to erupt from deep within his chest.

He quickly snaps out of his trance, tilting his head just enough so his lips crash down onto yours. His hand travels down your body to your thigh, nimble fingers slipping past your sleep shorts and panties, finding your dripping core. There’s no precision to his technique as he pumps his two fingers inside your hole, curling just enough to brush against that spongey spot deep inside you.

“Oh my god,” you moan out, thighs trembling as you force them to stay open, his fingers thrusting deeper inside you.

“Y/N,” he whines against your lips while his thumb begins to rub tight circles at your clit. It doesn’t take long for you to approach your climax, grinding against his hand and making a mess of the palm of it. “Come for me, baby,” And you do. All over his hand.

He slows the previously harsh pace of his fingers, helping you ride through your orgasm as the rocking of your hips slowly comes to a stop. Removing his hand from your shorts, he doesn’t waste one second in cleaning the mess, licking his fingers clean.

You moan at the visual, yanking his face back down to yours. He reaches an arm up to the nightstand, blindly opening up the drawer and feeling around for a condom. He pulls one out, ripping it right open.

Rolling the latex onto Spencer’s erection, you help him line himself up with your entrance, leaving it up to him to push in. He does so slowly, wanting to properly savor it.

“Nice and slow Spence, that’s it,”

“H-holy fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers into your ear, bottoming out inside you. His pulls out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside before slamming back into you, moaning into your ear as he does it. You have a similar reaction, moaning at the painful pleasure, your hand rubbing at his back to encourage him to keep up with his steady pace.

“I never want to be away from you for that long again,” he whimpers against you, his teeth digging into the exposed skin of your shoulder to stop from being too loud, reaching deeper than he think he ever has.

“Me neither, Spence, me neither.”

[reidsdaisies]

𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; spencer reid x fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ summary; spencer got a little too needy while you were cooking dinner, he quickly comes up with a solution that’ll benefit both of you

༉‧´ˎ˗ warnings; sub!spencer, begging, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), mommy kink, v light praise (both receiving), multiple uses of the pet name ‘baby’

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.7k

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Spencer holds your right leg in place over his shoulder, the pot on the stove forgotten as he plants tender kisses on your inner thigh.

“Baby, I-, I’m trying to do something right now.” You protest his advances, trying to plant your right foot back down on the ground but Spencer has another idea. He hikes it back over his shoulder, tightening his grip.

“No,” his voice is soft as he looks up at you with those same puppy dog eyes he always gives you when he wants something— the ones that make him look like he’s on the verge of tears, his eyes starting to slightly glass over. “Please, mommy, please can I?”

Taking in a deep breath, you exhale, tilting your head to the side and taking a prolonged look at the boy on his knees for you. Your tongue darts out to lick over your lips, slipping back, making room for you to bite your lip in contemplation.

“You just look so se-.. or, I mean gorgeous in this new dress mommy,” he trips over his words, taking in the sight above him, those perfect pink pouty lips catching your attention. “..please?”

“Fine,” you breathe, giving a slight nod of approval.

As soon as Spencer gets the go ahead, his hand trails up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress up along with it. The pads of his fingers press into your thigh, squishing the soft flesh as he stares with amusement. His lips follow, kissing and nipping.

You card your fingers through his hair, red nails scratching gently at his scalp before experimentally tugging the chestnut curls with little force. The action causes Spencer’s eyes to flit up, scanning over your features before landing on your lips that are settled in a soft smile.

He smiles back, head dipping under your dress, tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your slit from over your panties.

Pulling the lacy material down your legs, he slips them off your ankles, stuffing them in his back pocket for safe keeping. With one last kiss to your clit, he dips his tongue into your slick arousal, a light whine leaving his lips.

Starting off slow, he begins to lap up the juices your cunt is so graciously offering to him, moaning at the sensation. He travels up to your clit, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before moving to wrap his lips around the pulsating bundle of nerves.

He wants so badly to see your reaction to the whole ordeal but of course the dress is in the way, the soft material blocking you from view.

After a moment of suckling at your clit, he drifts his right hand from your thigh to your pussy, dragging two fingers through your ever pooling arousal before prodding at your tight hole, effectively pushing his fingers inside. Curling the two digits, he begins to set a pace with his thrusts, a high pitched moan spilling from your lips at the intrusion.

“So good baby, you’re doing amazing,”

You find yourself unabashedly grinding your hips down into his hand, surely making a mess of the brown-eyed boy’s pretty face as well.

Balling up the skirt of your dress in his fist and grasping your thigh tighter, he picks up the pace, fingering you until he can sense you’re at the edge, pulling out to tongue-fuck you through your orgasm.

As you come down, the rocking of your hips slowly comes to a stop, your breaths hard and chest heaving.

After licking your cunt clean, he rises to his feet, gently placing yours back on the ground. He presses a loving kiss to your lips, and when he pulls back your suspicion is confirmed, his mouth and chin completely covered in your arousal. He couldn’t seem happier though, it’s as if the boy was just walking on cloud 9, or in this case buried in it.

“Thank you,” he whispers softly, pecking your lips once more before moving over to the sink. “I’ll finish dinner for you, baby.”

Taking wobbly steps towards him, you have to place a hand on the counter to keep yourself up right. Wetting a clean cloth, you snort, “not like that you aren’t.”

[reidsdaisies]

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; spencer reid x sick fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; sorry this one’s kinda short, im just trying to get back into writing little by little. ty for ur request, i hope you enjoy! <333

p.s. this is to anyone reading, pleaaasee send me emily and/or spencer requests 😩🙏

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.3k

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“I feel like I’m dying, Spence,” you whine, throwing your head back down on the pillow, “that nasty medicine is no help!”

“You just took it, sweetheart. Give it some time.” Spencer shushes you, combing his fingers through your hair, brushing the strands behind you ear in an attempt to calm you down.

The cough you let out sounds very much unlike you, raspy and giving you a nasty feeling, just like that stupid medicine did. Your throat is still just as bad as it’s been the past hour, if not worse.

When you went to bed last night with a mild sore throat and a bit of a runny nose, you thought nothing of it, assuming it was just allergies, hopping under the covers and cuddling up to your boyfriend. Now, you lay under those same covers the next morning, feeling utterly helpless.

“I could run you a warm bath? Or brew you some tea with honey?” In his mind, he��s skimming through all the possible remedies to treat your illness, which based on his knowledge is most likely just the common cold. It’s flu season, it was bound to happen at some point.

You nod, groggily mumbling something inaudible. He knows you well enough by now to know you were reminding him to make your favorite flavor of tea. But he doesn’t need the reminder, he never has.

“I’ll go make it, okay sweetie? You just rest.”

“Heating pad..” you groan, burying your head into the soft pillow, the ache in your stomach rendering you unable to move an inch without a pain shooting you right there.

“And I’ll get you that too,”

“Th-“ before you can get the words out, he cuts you off, understanding your brain exactly.

“Then, later I’ll help you into the bath.”

“I love you so much,”

That makes him smile uncontrollably. “I love you too, y/n.. I’ll be right back!”

[reidsdaisies]

You want requests I got em!! A Spencer blurb about just cuddling with a needy Spence! I love ur writing babes!

xoxo- 💋

“𝟓 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬”

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; spencer reid x gn!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.5k

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; ugh, you sweetheart!! tysm and btw, between us, through that little mishap? (still don’t know if you did it on purpose) i read a fic or two of yours and I think you’re great! ty for the request, i hope you like this 😘

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

It wasn’t unusual for your boy to be needy. Usually he desperately clung to you after getting home from cases, crawling up to your side, burying his face into your neck and never able to be pried off until the inevitable call comes and he has to rush back in.

This wasn’t one of those days. He hadn’t had a case in a while, that wasn’t normal, and the anticipation for something bad to happen soon sent Spencer into a spiral. You had made him lie down in your bed while you got up to get him something to eat, but you can still hear his whining and groaning from the kitchen.

You quickly fill a glass with water and make him a bagel, hurrying back up to Spencer. As soon as you step in the room he’s off the bed and on you, clinging like a koala bear.

“You really should eat, you must be so hungry,” You tell him, pushing his hair out of his face and caressing his cheek gently with the pad of your thumb. “All these stressful cases are getting in the way of your basic needs.” You continue, trying to walk over to the nightstand to place the food and drink down, but his arms are wrapped around you from behind, pulling you back to him.

He presses lazy kisses to your neck, not for any reason other than because it’s the area he has the easiest access to.

“You’re a basic need,” he mumbles drowsily against your skin.

You’re both still in your pajamas, the holiday themed matching sets Penelope bought you guys as a cute ‘just cause’ gift, the ‘cause’ being you two are her favorite couple and you both look equally adorable all bundled up in the snowflake print. The soft silky sleeves of his pj’s wrap you up, keeping you warm and cozy.

“What do you want, Spence?” you giggle out when he starts nipping at your ear. He finally lets you go for a moment so you can finally set down the food.

“Cuddle me, please,” he pleads, practically dragging you by the arm onto the bed with him.

The fresh sheets you just pulled out of the dryer and put on the bed about 15 minutes ago are still warm, and he pulls you straight onto the big warm comforter, wrapping you up in his arms. Your head lays on the soft pillows, him making a makeshift pillow out of your chest.

After a good 5 minutes of him just basking in your warmth, hugging close and never letting go, you open your mouth again, to softly remind him of the food you made him.

“Spence, your food is getting c-“ you’re shushed by Spencer’s finger pressing up to your lips and a soft hush from his lips.

“just 5 more minutes..”

‘5 minutes’ of cuddling to Spencer means the whole day.

A breathy laugh escapes your lips and you nod. “5 more minutes.”

[reidsdaisies]

hey bb can i req a cute first date with spencer at a coffee shop or bakery or whatever but he’s jus super fucking nervous and shows up 30 mins early and bouncing his leg and stutter and almost piss himself (not really but you get the gist)

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐬

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; nervous!spencer x kind of sunshine fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ warnings; first date jitters, mentions of food, i think that’s it.

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.7k

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; congrats on being my first req! (as if i didn’t quite literally beg u) i wrote this and then realized you probably meant you wanted to see him actually be nervous during the date but i worked too hard to let this go to waste. hope u can forgive me for that bae 😥

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

If you were to ask Spencer Reid to provide you with a detailed summarization of the whole Star Trek series, his eyes would light up and he’d get lost in his long rambles about scientific fact this and scientific fact that.

But if you were to ask him proper first date etiquette, he'd freeze up and look around awkwardly for a way to escape the conversation.

Or, in short, he knows nothing about first dates. He’s never been on a date. With anyone. Ever.

That's why he's currently pacing down a short length of the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his pockets as he waits for the sign giving him the go ahead to cross the street.

He would never be in this predicament if you, the peppy girl with a permanent smile seemingly plastered to her face, hadn't been bold enough to strike up a random conversation and ask his awkward, nerdy self out on a date to a new bakery that you informed him just opened up.

"If you're free Sunday, I'd love for you to come try their beignets with me! I've heard they're to die for."

The way you had initially proposed the offer made it seem so casual, until once he agreed, you followed it up with another, more clearly labeled exclamation.

“Sounds like we’ve got a date!"

Truth be told, he’d never particularly liked beignets all that much, but when the offer was served to him so graciously, he couldn't deny. No one can blame him. Who would have denied that beautiful, bright, contagious smile? Definitely not Spencer.

Once his hand is pulling open the bakery's door, he knows there's no going back. Not that he's a quitter, but he is unbelievably—or maybe pretty believably, we are still talking about Spencer here—nervous.

With a quick glance at his watch, he realizes just how much he overestimated the amount of time it'd take him to walk here. He's not just on time, he's a whole 26 minutes early.

Not near early enough to beat his record, but still very early compared to the advice Garcia had given him about showing up “fashionably late”, as she put it.

This only adds to his stress. Being alone, in a part of the city he's never been before, waiting for a girl who might not even be on her way yet. Yeah, he's cracking.

Spencer’s fingers tighten around the bouquet in his hands, flowers all picked out for the same reason—they reminded him exactly of the perfume you had on during your first meeting.

In attempt to calm himself down and get some fresh air, he slowly backs out of the bakery, the bell chiming, gaining a confused look from one of the workers.

Before he even has a sliver of a second to be embarrassed, his phone buzzes, a text asking if he’s on his way yet appearing on screen.

Taking a quick look around, his eyes landing on you standing in front of the bakery with your back to the window, dressed in a casual floral dress with a long coat over top, your hair blowing around you in the breeze as you look down at your phone.

He’d never thought he’d be so grateful for another person being just as overly punctual as him, you saving him from a half hour of sitting alone in silence.

“I-,” Spencer clears his throat. “I’m here!” He walks over to you hesitantly.

The first thing you notice when you look up from your phone is his fists clenched right around the base of a colorful bouquet, stems crushed from his deadly grip.

“Hey, Spencer!” You greet the man, wrapping him up in a tight hug. When you pull away, he’s looking down at you, eyes sparkling but jaw still slightly trembling.

“These flowers, they’re for you.” His voice is slightly timid, his eyes set on the pavement as he holds the bouquet out expectantly.

Your expression softens when he struggles to get his words out, but you treat him no different, accepting the flowers gratefully.

“A whole bouquet? You’re the sweetest, Spence!” Another bright smile takes over your face, throwing your arms over his shoulders, bringing him in for yet another hug.

He’s stiff for a moment before he realizes you’re not going anywhere, and you’re giving no clear signs as to you not wanting him there, so with a slight confidence boost, he lets his arm slowly slither down to your waist, holding you flush against him.

“Let’s uhm, let’s get those beignets.”

This time when you pull away, instead of letting the anxiety get to him, he’s smiling along with you, ready to follow your lead into the bakery.

[reidsdaisies]

hey! congrats on 500 :) can i request an softdom mgg smuttt (idk if you write for mathew or not but if not could it be spencer?, completely fine if you don’t wanna write mathew ofc<3) rose 9 prompt? maybeee r had a rough/stressful day and he just wants to make her feel better🫣🫣

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; softdom!spencer reid x fem!bau!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ prompt(s); rose, 9 –  “Just let me take care of you, baby.”

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.8k

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; spencer gives reader a neck massage? (not in a weird way), a bit of talk of a made up case, kissing, fade to black? not proofread 🥲 (currently in the process of editing and finishing this one fully)

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; hi! thank you for requesting honey 🫶 i haven’t really been in a smutty mood so this is more suggestive and fade to black, sorry ;( also, in my requesting guidelines it states i will not write rpf (real person fiction) so i decided to do your request with the second option—spencer!

celebrate with me!

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

This case is already starting to take a huge toll on you, and the team only took it up 3 days ago. Spencer—ever the observer— noticed almost immediately. He’s done his best to keep quiet and not interrupt your work flow, but he can’t stand to the side anymore and watch you struggle.

He's come up with a few ways to help you relax, his favorite so far being most risqué of them all.

Spencer spots you in the hotel lobby, sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of something. He notices you writing something down—most likely writing down your thoughts and theories about the case in attempt to keep them organized.

"Y/n," he wearily says your name, not trying to spook you as he comes up behind you. Despite his attempt, you're still caught a little of gaurd, and your shoulders drop as you look up to the man standing beside you.

"Hi, Spencer," you sigh. You don't want him to think you're bummed out at his presence, but your overall mood right now is just kind of gloomy. He understands.

“How are you?” He asks, pulling out a stool beside you and sitting down at the bar.

“Uh, good..” you mutter, looking away from him.

“Are you sure?” Spencer tilts his head to the side, still looking over at you. You just shrug, finishing your sentence before closing the notebook and huffing.

“No, I’m not sure of anything,” you sigh, dropping your head in the palms of your hands, smooshing your cheeks. He rests his hand onto where your upper back meets your neck, slipping the hand beneath your shirt to gently massage you.

“Is it the case that’s frustrating you?” He asks, listening to your sighs of frustration slowly melt into ones of relief.

“Mhm,” you hum, laying your arms flat on the table so you can rest your head in them more comfortably.

“It’s a confusing one, right? No direct leads, virtually no connection between the victims besides the MO of the way the killer disposed of them.”

You shake your head, groaning as he mentions the fact that you guys are going off basically nothing.

“It’s just so upsetting, and with the newest victim being dumped in a completely different area, it leads me to believe that he already knows we’re on to him.”

He nods in agreement with your sentiment, even though he knows you can’t see him do so.

“Maybe I can help you take your mind off of it..” he suggests, fingers working at the knot in your shoulder.

“Huh?” You question, picking your head up slightly and looking over at him. He lets out a breathy laugh at your little confused pout, leaning in closer to your ear.

“How about we go to my room, hm?” He whispers against the shell of your ear. His words force a breathy moan from your lips, and you find yourself darting your eyes around the lobby. Thank god it’s late, and just the two of you are left downstairs. “Would you like that?”

You nod eagerly, pulling your head from your arms and sitting up straighter. His hand slides off your back, grasping your hand and helping you off your chair.

He grabs your note book off the counter and stuffs it back into your purse before sliding it over your arm. He pulls you in closer, talking at your level, whispering something into your ear that makes your cheeks heat up.

…

You were antsy the whole elevator ride up to the 2nd floor, and it didn’t stop as you bounce on your feet, waiting impatiently for Spencer to unlock the door.

When he finally pushes the door open you’re quick to rush inside, pushing past him and kicking off your shoes.

“Someone’s excited,” he laughs, shutting the door behind him and stuffing the keycard back where he was keeping it in his wallet.

“Well you promised me something, of course I’m excited.”

“Mm, if I remember correctly, I didn’t promise you anything.” You shot him a glare, your mouth dropping in a snarl. He chuckles, giving you a tight lipped smile. “Kidding.”

You just shake your head at him, the joking snarl turning to a smirk. As you throw your arms around his neck, lips immediately attaching to his, one of your hands finds its way into his soft waves. His arm slithers around your waist, naturally allowing his hand to rest on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

The soft moan you let out is muffled by his mouth, which in the moment is practically mauling yours. Out of any of the people you’ve kissed before, Spencer surely is the most zealous of them all.

He backs you up in the direction of the bed, letting you fall back onto the mattress. Leaning down, he presses his lips to yours. His nimble fingers undo the buttons of your blouse as he trails his kisses down the column of your throat, and then your chest.

“You’ll let me take care of you, right, baby?” his eyes glance up at yours, seeking you’re consent.

“Yes, god yes,”

[reidsdaisies]

𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairings; spencer reid x gn!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ warnings; early seasons, sub!Spencer Reid x slightly mean!reader, no use of ‘y/n’, handjob, blowjob but it lasts like 8 seconds, use of petnames (’baby’, ‘good boy’), slight dumbification?, a smidge of fluff

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.5k.

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; hii! this is my first time ever posting any of my writing so i decided to keep it short and sweet! also i lowk struggle with pacing so i apologize if this feels a lil fast. if you have any advice or feedback feel free to share so i can make these as best i can. enjoy :)

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Your hand slowly trails down the flat planes of his stomach, fingers dancing around his most sensitive area. Spencer’s hips stutter when your hand makes contact with his erection, a desperate whine spilling from his plush lips.

He's lying in the middle of your bed, propped up by a pile of pillows beneath his head. The pillows cushion his head, preventing him from hitting the headboard with how much he's squirming due to your touch.

“Awh, poor baby can’t handle me stroking your needy cock?” You mockingly coo, speeding your movements up a notch.

The words elicit a pained groan from the boy, his hips beginning to buck up, thrusts meeting your hand. Swiping your thumb over his tip, pre-cum gets smeared, his attraction towards you evident.

“M-mhm..” His bottom lip juts in a pout, quietly whimpering as he nuzzles his head into the softness of the pillows.

“Feels s’good you can’t even form proper words, hm?” You lightly scoff, lowering your face to his to pepper kisses along his jaw. He moans when you suck on his pulse point, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

“Is that a yes?” You laugh against his skin, lips brushing over his as your hand almost comes to a complete stop.

“N-no, no! Please let me-“ He’s cut off by another wanton moan forced out of him as you bend down to lick a stripe along the length of his cock.

As soon as your lips wrap around the head, he’s done for. From this angle, you can see the underside of his jaw as he throws his head back into the pillows, and you’re sure his brain is clouded from how far his eyes are rolling back in pleasure.

“Eyes on me,” you mumble against him, his eyes quickly darting down to you at the command.

“Good boy, Spence.” Sinking your mouth down on him, you take as much of him as you can, wrapping your hand around his base to help with what you can’t.

Without much warning besides that of a high-pitched whine, thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat, and you're finding it tough to swallow all of it.

The bobbing of your head doesn’t last much longer with Spencer practically shoving your head away from his overstimulated cock.

His head spirals, feeling like he might just pass out when he sees tiny dribbles of cum dripping from the corners of your mouth, hair in slight disarray from his pushing you, and that familiar glow in your eyes you get whenever you can bring him to satisfaction.

You smile dopily at him, wiping the droplets of liquid off with your clean thumb. Leaning down, you press lazy kisses to Spencer’s lips, whispering praise against them with each short break.

“Did so well for me sweetie, s’well..” Your words trail off as he cuddles up to you, completely disregarding the mess he just made. It makes you chuckle, how much he yearns to always be tucked into your side, but you wouldn’t trade his embrace for the world.