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Punishment: Spencer is bad and reader decides to punish him

Day Off: The BAU finally gets a day off so Derek hosts a pool day. Lucky for Spencer, who’s head over heals in love with you, you arrive wearing a very skimpy bikini

Blurbs

Baby Spence making you squirt for the first time

[fondlylupin]

I slouch, my hair’s too long. My tie’s perpetually crooked.

[macdennisenthusiast]

hes so beautiful

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

“I really want to kiss you right now.”“Then do it.”

summary: basically just spencer's first blowjob

author's note: this was half written like a month ago

MINORS DNI

"I really want to kiss you right now," Spencer says, his hands shaking as they grab on to her, his, cardigan. His glasses slip down his nose and his hair floats up when he lefts out puffs of air. Under her, she can feel him getting more and more impatient, and she loves it.

"Then do it," she suggests, taking a handful of his hair and tugging. His neck, exposed in the dim light of her lamp, isn't safe from her mouth. She kisses along his jaw, spurred on by his whines and whimpers of delight. He's so warm and compliant and she loves it.

"Y/N," Spencer whines into her neck, "I can't focus on that when you're so, you're so," he says with a frustrating huff, his hands hovering over her waist. She sits perched in his lap, thoroughly enjoying her power over him.

"You need help, baby?" she simpers, ghosting her hands over his cheek tenderly. Gazing up at her, he nods slowly, licking his lips as an answer, "of course you do, you want to be a good boy for me," she whispers, leaning down so close that their lips almost brush up against each other.

"Please," Spencer says, conceding, "I'm ready, Y/N. I want you," he says, the words tumbling out as he lets his hands rest against Y/N's waist.

"Are you sure, Spence?" Y/N asks, "we can just kiss and stuff, I don't want to push you. I'll wait," she tells him, taking her turn to be the nervous one.

"I'm sure," he breathes out, "So sure," he tells her, taking the small ounce of courage he has left and kissing her. His hands latch around her head, bringing her closer to him.

Spencer's lips glide across hers, aching for the contact and chasing the pleasure. He feels the pressure in his throat, the fear of rejection and ridicule, but it doesn't come. Instead, Y/N grows hungrier, kissing his cheeks, his nose, over his throat, by his collarbone. It's so much that Spencer can't focus on anything for more than three seconds, besides his growing impatience.

"You certainly don't kiss like a virgin," she whispers into his ear, goosebumps prickling on his skin, "but I knew that already,"

Her fingers undo his buttoned shirt, revealing his bare chest to her hungry eyes. Once his shirt hangs open with his glasses foggy and his breathing labored, Y/N smiles, leans back and starts to take off her own shirt. She tosses it on the floor, before gripping Spencer's chin, forcing him to look directly at her. His eyes, open wide, don't leave hers as much as he wants to dip down and look at the rest of her.

"How's that possible?" she whispers, holding his chin steady with one hand and pushing his glasses up his nose with the other.

"What's possible?" Spencer gulps, his eyes darting around, noticing how her skin looks against her lacy bra. Deciding that that route is a sure fire way to end this whole thing, Spencer closes his eyes tight.

"You're so pretty, baby. So perfect. You should have loads of people lining up to kiss you," she says, letting go of his chin to press little pecks against his skin. It's so quiet in his bedroom that Spencer can count the number of times his heart beats. Somewhere along the time, he's sure that he's mixed up his heartbeat with Y/N's.

"You think I'm pretty?" Spencer asks, flushing pink as Y/N chuckles, "You make me so nervous and I, I just to be good for you, Y/N," he whispers, "I don't know how,"

"I'll show you, baby. I'll show you how," she says, kissing his forehead before rest on her heels to undo his belt, "tell me if it's too much, I'll stop if it's too much,"

She drops his pants, letting them pool at his ankles before taking off his underwear. He hisses at her fingers ghosting over his thighs and looks ready to come undone at her command, which is something that she'll keep in the back of her mind. She kisses his hipbones, his soft skin, completely unkissed, sensitive to her touches.

Holding his hand, keeping him steady and grounded, she takes him in her other hand. Spencer gulps, trying to keep the little whimpers at bay, but they both know it's futile. He bites his lip, still fighting to hold it in, to not show that he's hanging by a single, pathetic thread.

"Y/N," Spencer says, her name the forever on his lips, a plead, a cry for something he can't quiet pinpoint, "I-I,"

"Shhh," she says, resting on her heels, "Just wait, baby,"

Taking pity on him in the way he's a puddle in her hands, she doesn't make him wait long. She takes him into her throat, her eyes smiling up at him, watching him writhe with pleasure. It's something he never felt before, something that he'll never be able to share with someone else.

A wave of premature, unfounded jealously flushes her. She doesn't want anyone else to see him like this: hair matted against his forehead, his puffy lips red and swollen, the angry crimson marks on his neck, leading down to his chest. He'll hide it away under all the button downs and sweater vests. He'll tuck away this unrestrained, feral part of him that's only for her.

"Oh my god, Y/N. Oh my god," Spencer pants, for once in his life at a loss for words, "You, I, you're so," he whines, eating right out of her hand.

Not wanting to release him from the warmth of her mouth, she hums in confirmation, letting him know, wordlessly, that this effects her just as much as it effects him.

"I'm going to cum, Y/N. I'm going to cum," Spencer pants, his breathless voice strained and concentrated, "Where should I-" he asks, unsure where to finish, because, of course, this is his first time finishing with someone else.

She grabs his hands, his veiny, big hands and push them up against her head. They take up much of the space of her head, fisting her hair roughly. He gets the message, his hands in her hair, keeping her mouth on his cock. As she bobs, up and down, taking him in all the way, his whines and whimpers grow more impatient. Sputtering, Spencer finishes, spilling himself down her throat.

If it wasn't a beautiful sight, seeing him all blissed out at her hands (or mouth, rather), it would have elicited a chuckle. Spencer's head falls back, his underwear down his ankles and limbs like jelly. His head swims and spins in the post-orgasm haze. Crawling up the bed, Y/N kisses Spencer's forehead, hoping he's okay and that this experience wasn't too much for him.

"Was that? Are you okay?" she asks, resting a head against his chest, "Spence, you see a little-"

Before she even gets a chance to hear him out, his lips are on her's. At first, he kisses her like he's the one in control. Maybe it's because he caught her off guard with the kiss. But as soon as she gets her wits about her, Spencer's the one begging to catch up. Slipping her tongue into his mouth, Spencer's hands rest on her back, finally letting her take control.

"I guess you're okay," she jokes, before meeting him back in the middle again.

She holds his face in her hands, not letting him move as she nips and sucks at his soft lips. So close to her face, his eyelashes brush up against her cheeks. He's panting again, his flushed cheeks hot against her palms.

"More than okay," Spencer says, dragging his hands to her pants, breaking their kiss as he pats the other side of the bed with a smirk.

"My turn,"

[sinfulspencer]

The real deal.

Prompts: You find Spencer Reid browsing for sex toys at work. You show him that the real thing feels and is much better. Based on this request.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Rating: mature (smut, 18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: dom/sub undertones (sub!Spencer, softdom!Reader), virgin!Spencer, mommy kink, praise kink, nipple play, handjob, oral sex (male receiving, implied female receiving), vaginal fingering, breeding kink, unprotected sex,

Words: 11.2k

A.N.: I was actually having a conversation with my best friend about fleshlights when I read that ask in my inbox and itsnatched my attention really quickly lol. I decided to turn it into a whole fic because it was an amazing trope to write! Anyway I changed a few things: this is about Baby Spencer (s1 or s2) but Emily is the Unit Chief of the BAU, and Morgan is not here (I decided to put Luke because I have the biggest crush on him!). Hope you don’t mind. x 

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[macdennisenthusiast]

VIGRIN SUB SPENCER DHHSBDJFNW

[drspencerweed]

Denied

Summary: After a particularly hard case, [Y/N] and Spencer unwind in the best way they know how.

W/C: 4675

Content: Pegging, orgasm denial, edging, Sub!Spencer, Dom!Reader, dom/sub elements, 

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic in this fandom so please be nice haha. Don’t like don’t read I don’t own the characters yada yada. Let’s get to the fic! 

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The case was a brutal one. Kids. I could never save all of them. The images of them were burned into my brain, and I knew I needed release from that. Spencer sat across from me on the plane, reading. His leg was bouncing uncontrollably. I could feel the tension radiating off of him, and knew he would be in search of some release too. Of course, in front of the team, there was no way for us to do it here. It would have to wait until we got home. The team didn’t even know we were seeing each other, let alone the nature of our relationship. 

I had been staring at my boy for too long, and shook my head out of it, making eye contact with Morgan who smirked at me. 

Okay, we hadn’t told the team we were seeing each other. They were profilers, they probably had some sort of idea. Even so, there was no way they knew what was actually happening between us. I kept my cards very close to my chest about this stuff. It was a wonder that Spencer himself had found out. 

When we got back to Quantico, I said quick goodbyes to everyone, thankful I had gotten my report done on the plane. Spencer made direct eye contact with me when I waved goodbye, and as soon as I turned around, I took my phone out. 

My place. One hour. Don’t be late.

I heard his phone ding as the door shut behind me. 

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

Handiwork (S.R.)

Request: Sub!Spencer first handjob? A/N: Have I already used this gif? Maybe. Does it deserved to be used again? Absolutely. Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Handjob, implied virginity (male) Word Count: 900

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Spencer hadn’t told you that you were the first one to touch him like this, but you’d had your suspicions. In fact, it was his inexperience that drew you to him. The soft coral turned deep crimson that filled out his cheeks at the slightest hint of praise. The way his whole body shook the first time your fingers brushed over the back of his hand.

You didn’t want to embarrass him, but it was hard to stop yourself from touching him when he made it look so beautiful. Thankfully, he hadn’t minded innocent touches and wayward glances. After a few weeks, he’d even come to expect them.

But in that moment, sat on your living room couch long after everyone else had faded back into the night, Spencer looked nervous again. It wasn’t until your palm flattened against his thigh that he’s made his feelings known with a short, sharp whimper.

“Can I touch you?” you ask.

He can’t speak, so he nods, never once taking his eyes off of your hand as it slides up the smooth fabric of his slacks.

You do not start with light touches because you know how he feels about them, and how they can be unbearable to the sensitive boy. You apply pressure as you palm over the visible erection through his pants.

Spencer cannot open his eyes, but his mouth drops open with a drawn out moan that almost sounds too masculine for such a pretty frame. But you love it, nonetheless, because it belongs to him. Just as you cherished his hand clutching at your thigh, innocently but desperately seeking something to secure his place on Earth.

You want to keep going like this forever, but his grip is so tenuous that you know he won’t last. But it’s alright, because you also long to see your reflection among lust-riddled, watery hazel irises. And when you draw your hand up his length to his belt buckle, his eyes finally shoot open again.

Spencer says nothing. He only breathes heavy while staring at you intently. You can feel the force behind his stare as he memorizes the way you look just before you slide your fingers inside the hem of his pants.

It’s only as awkward as one can expect as you shimmy him out of the oppressive confines of the khakis. But the freedom brings with it so much relief that his head falls back with another powerful moan, albeit softer this time.

You ogle the image before you, greedily consuming the vision so that you can call upon it later when you’re all alone. You count his quick breaths and watch his eyes glaze over as he makes himself lightheaded from the anticipation.

When your hand closes around the hot, engorged skin, though, Spencer’s whole body tenses. But then, with a slow, deep breath, the tension begins to melt away bit by bit until his head drops to your shoulder with a heavy sigh. His hips buck against your hand, which remains still in every way but one: your thumb continues to draw those light, lazy circles over his head.

You know how he feels about light touches. You know how they can be unbearable.

But the contrast is so good when you finally drag your hand down and pull stretchy skin with it. You can feel his pulse against your fingers, and you refuse to keep pace with it because you know it would end too soon.

“Please,” he calls to you, vague but beautiful.

“How does it feel?” you ask, and he looks almost ashamed to answer.

“I’ve never done this before,” he whispers, instead. “I’ve never…”

The words sound so pitiful, so enticing and intoxicating in a way he’d never understand. You can’t stand to hear them anymore, the ache between your own legs is almost painful in its insistence to claim him faster, harder, rougher.

You kiss him, instead. You capture his lips quickly, but caress his tongue gently. You ease him into this world where he belongs to you, and you answer to his broken breaths and stuttered attempts at your name. His hand that wasn’t still anchored to your thigh grabbed hold of your face, pulling you closer despite breaking your mouths apart.

“I-I can’t,” he whines as his hips start to buck harder. The thrusts against your palm are loose and staggered, and you feel his heart beating harder through his dick in your hand. “I’m gonna—I-I….”

“Come for me, baby,” you plead.

And he obeys. Sweet, sticky warmth shoots from the tip where your thumb is back to drawing lazy circles. You keep the touches just strong enough that he whimpers with each upstroke. You let the viscous liquid ease your motions, continuing until every last drop is smeared between your bodies. As if you might actually start to come together forever as you both fall apart.

Spencer says nothing, for he still can’t speak. But he looks down at the mess in your hand, and then to the fire in your eyes. The very same burning desire reflected in his own, never sated. Always searching for more to claim.

With one more soft kiss, you decide that you aren’t quite done with seeing big, lust-drunk eyes. So, with a little bit of a snicker and a whole lot of love, you whisper, “Your turn.”

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[aot-brainrot]

I want to make Spencer beg to cum inside so badly like can you imagine it - he's inside of you after you've been going for a while and has to ask permission to cum and he keeps asking "mommy can I please cum" and you tease with "cum where" until he just keeps begging to "please cum inside mommy please I wanna fill you up and show you how good I can be for you please"

The way he'd blush after you tell him to be more specific because he's so embarrassed that he even knows the words to say. "Aw, baby boy, you're all cute and red. Use your big boy words. Come on."

[raenwrites]

idk if your requests are open but like I cant stop thinking about spencer discovering how much he loves spitting in your mouth like idk how he would discover it maybe in the moment during sex it just happened but after that hes like “holy fuck I cant stop” to the point where even when you both are at work when no ones looking he tells you to open up and get your fix SHSJSJ jesus lordy

You and I are on the same wavelength my friend, you don’t even know

He could see your half-assed attempt to cover up the markings he’d left behind on your neck from across the room as you and Emily laughed about something while she poured herself a cup of coffee.

“Don’t remind me!” The older woman groaned. “That guy was the absolute worst! Why and how did I ever let Penelope convince me to sign up for online dating?”

“Because I told her no one too many times, so she moved on to you as her next victim.” You giggled. “She loves to play matchmaker.”

“Does your mystery man have a brother? Hot cousin? Uncle? Recently divorced dad, maybe?” Emily asked and you almost choked on your coffee.

“Emily!”

“What? Don’t think I can’t see what he did to your neck this weekend.” She teased you and you felt your cheeks heat up. “You should really color correct and not just apply concealer, you know? Here-“ She pulled the hair that you’d tucked behind your ear over your shoulder. “Wear your hair like this. It’s less noticeable.”

“Thank you.” You smiled softly.

“Yeah, yeah-“ She rolled her eyes. “I still want details, you know-“ Her pestering didn’t stop. “Is he still the best sex you’ve ever had?”

“Em!” You whined, eyes shifting to Spencer for only a brief moment, but Emily saw.

“What? He can’t hear us, he’s too busy reading however many words he can read a minute.” She brushed his presence off with the wave of her hand. “Plus, you know the only way I’m getting any action is living vicariously through your sex life.”

But he could hear you and he was hanging onto every word you were saying.

Before Emily could ask another question, Morgan rounded the corner. “JJ’s presenting a new case in five-“ He announced. “Hotch wants everyone in the conference room asap.”

“Ugh, saved by the bell.” Emily threw her head back with a small groan. “I’ll see you in there.” She told you, taking one last sip of her coffee before putting her mug in the sink and following Morgan to the conference room.

As soon as she left his eyes were on you.

“Best sex you’ve ever had, huh?” He teased with a smirk.

“I believe my exact words were, euphoric.” You smiled as he made his way over to you.

“What do you think she’d do if I walked in there and told her I don’t have a brother? What would she say?”

“Spencer-“ You tried but he ignored your protests.

“God you look so fucking pretty-“ He praised you, tucking the hair that Emily had moved behind your ear so he could admire your failed attempt to cover up his handiwork.

“Who gave you these bruises, baby?” He asked breathily, his finger on your chin as he tilted your head to look at your neck. His voice was barely above a whisper as he cornered you, pressing your body flush against the counter top. “Who marked you like this?”

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. Not at work anyway. That was one of Spencer’s rules. But considering that he was the one breaking it, you assumed it was ok to play along, just this once.

“You did-“

“Do you know why?” He cut you off, softly kicking your legs apart so that he could settle between them, his growing bulge prominent in his trousers as he grinded against your clothed core teasingly. “Because you’re mine.” His thumb traced your lower lip and your eyes widened once you realized what he was going to do. “Open-“ He encouraged, gently pulling your lip down as you opened your mouth.

He took one look over his shoulder before he turned back to you, his thumb pressing down on your tongue gently as you tilted your head back and allowed his spit to fall right on your tongue.

You whimpered softly, hungrily as you swallowed what he gave you.

He didn’t even have to tell you to swallow it because you’d done so before he could even instruct you to.

He smirked at your obedience. He really had you wrapped around his finger. You belonged to him, and both of you knew it.

“Good girl.” He beamed, already thinking about the reward he was going to give you later.

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[macdennisenthusiast]

i hate dominant men but… good lord

[delilahsroses]

I was watching Spence get all flustered when talking about sex on CM and so

Warning: more suggestive than nsfw

Sub!Spencer Reid

“Please,” he whined. “I just— need you.”

“Long day?” You asked, already knowing the answer. “You all needy?”

He let you flip you both, you now straddling his hips. “Yes.”

“Okay, baby. Let me take care of you then.”

[macdennisenthusiast]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/31338884"><strong>Letting Loose, Hanging Tight</strong></a> (2766 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/safertokiss"><strong>safertokiss</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Criminal%20Minds%20(US%20TV)">Criminal Minds (US TV)</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Spencer%20Reid%20-%20Fandom">Spencer Reid - Fandom</a><br />Rating: Explicit<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings<br />Relationships: Spencer Reid/Reader, Spencer Reid/Original Female Character(s), Spencer Reid/You<br />Characters: Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau<br />Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Sub Spencer Reid, Light Dom/sub, Pet Names, Kissing, Cowgirl Position, Drinking, Dancing, Awkward Boners, Lap Sex, Glasses, Baby Boy Spencer Reid, Creampie, Mutual Pining, Pining, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts<br />Summary: <p>Reader has been having a not-so-great week...luckily her favorite resident genius is around to make her feel better.</p>

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[boldlyvoid]

no but trying to convince (s5) spencer to grow a stash, but he doesn't feel convinced as he thinks emily and derek are going to tease him about it and your answer "what does it matter? if it get you pussy" "i already get pussy..." he smirked but then "...alright you do it" so you you take a bath together and in there you shave him, leaving the stash (cos if if he changes his mind he has your tits to distract him) ... and you know what? maybe he can't use his leg or his knee but he can use his pretty mouth👀

you know me so well, just look at this and tell me he shouldn't have a stash? no one will laugh cause he looks surprisingly amazing with just a stash

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it doesn't take much convincing. since his accident, she's been taking care of him at home. including hopping in the bath with him, washing his hair, shaving for him. the whole shebang. and she'd do it for the rest of her life if she had to, it honestly made their bond stronger and she loved how cuddly he was when she took care of him.

sometimes he let his facial hair grow in on long cases, or on weekends between cases when he didn't have the energy to do anything. she'd carefully sit in his lap in the bathtub, and cover his cheek and neck in shaving cream and carefully run the razer along the curves of his face.

he would try and keep a straight face for her, staring up at her, adoringly, like she's the only woman in the whole world. his hands rest on her back, slipping down to her butt where he takes a few handfuls just because he can. she would giggle, shaking her head as she continued to shave his face, often trying out new beard and moustache designs and laughing at him until he kissed her to shut her up.

pulling her in close, getting shaving cream all on her face and neck and he covered her in kisses, keeping her giggles going because it was like medicine to him. he could do anything as long as he could hear her giggles.

"what if we left the stash as is for a while?" she whispers, enjoying the tickle that the hair on his upper lip made. sending a shiver through her as she imagined how good it would feel elsewhere.

"why?" he looks up at her, wet hands still wandering her body.

"I like it..." she shrugs slightly. "it feels nice."

he smirks, "I can shave it in the morning before work," he gives in easily.

"nooo," she whines, "I love it, actually. it's my favorite thing down there," she points down at where their bodies meet.

he laughs, unable to stop the smile that erupts on his face, he continues kissing her neck to hide it. "I'm serious," she whispers. "keep the stash, please? and you can do me whenever you want..."

he laughs again, "you're more insatiable than me."

"yeah, especially when you have the stash..." she carefully grinds against him, teasingly, "you can't tell me you don't love spreading my legs and eating me out whenever you want?"

he groans, pulling her even closer to him and nudging his hard cock against her under the water. "fine, but if I get bullied at work I'm telling them why."

"I don't care," she smirks, winning like normal. "we could buy a billboard for the building that says 'I like when my husband eats me out with a stash', why would I be embarrassed by the best orgasms in the world?"

"the best?" he let her stroke his ego when he wish she was stroking him somewhere else.

she nods, moving to sit on the edge of the tub, she spreads her legs and shrugs, "care to demonstrate?"

it wasn't the first time they did this, letting his leg float weightlessly in the water as he turned to the side and buried his face in her pussy. she gripped the tub with one hand, holding his wet hair out of his face with the other and tugging on it as he fucked her with his tongue. the feeling of his top lip on her clit, the way her cum glistened against it, the tickle it left and the way just having a stash made him 10x more aggressive down there.

she tossed her head back, moaning as she got closer and closer, noticing his hand had moved to his own cock. Stroking himself as he worked, moaning against her, enjoying it just as much as she did.

"fuck, right there baby," she's so close, pushing his face against her more as he flicks his tongue on her clit. he drops his cock, pushing two fingers inside he rather easily, curling them to rub her g spot and send her right over the edge.

her moans echo along the porcelain tiles of the bathroom as he continues to fuck her through it. he groans against her, and she knows he just finished as well, untouched, he cums just from the sounds she makes.

"see," she pants, "best. orgasms. ever."

[sleepyspencer]

hii can i request a domestic little blurb spencerxfembaureader that are in love but not yet together and she cooks for him every week like at either her place or his and it makes him even more in love bc he didn’t eat much homecooked food growing up💛

an: bestie i love this idea. I hope i’ve done it justice!

wc: 856

"Let me make you dinner."

It wasn't rare for her words to wrap themselves around his heart. God and the rest of the team knows he's been in love with her since she joined the BAU. His heart sped up when she asked him about his day; his face would heat up when she asked him to continue on with his rambles when the rest of the team rolled their eyes and went on their way; his eyes would gloss over when she would specifically find him on a case and ask for trivia about whatever state they had flown to this week to stretch his brain when she could tell he needed a break.

And here she was now, with a statement that was laced with connotations of domesticity; how was he meant to stop the beating of his heart, the sheen of sweat on his palms, and the butterflies in his stomach?

"What?"

"Let me make you dinner. You've had a rough case, Spence."

She laid her hand tentatively on his shoulder and he had studied her gaze well enough to know when she was looking into his eyes and looking at them, or rather, at the bruises that had turned into harsh shades of purple and green around them.

She didn't give him the chance to object, even if it would just have been for show. He never could deny her. "I'll bring groceries to your place, and I'll clean up. But let me cook for you. Takeout dinner every night takes years off of your genius lifetime."

She smiled warmly and then walked away as if it was nothing. His shoulder burned like embers where she touched him and he was left to wonder how he would survive the warm domesticity that he had only allowed himself to dream of. And as if she was trying to kill him with kindness, they had made it a regular thing. First was Rossi's famous spaghetti. Then roast chicken with vegetables. Stir fry. Tacos every Tuesday. So on and so forth.

One fateful night, he was helping her chop vegetables for a soup recipe she wanted to try when it slipped out. "You know, I never had home cooked meals growing up. My father never cooked and by the time I remember things my mother was... struggling."

She laid down her knife and carrots and turned to face him, gracing him once again with the magic of her touch.

"So this means a lot to me."

"You deserve to be taken care of, Spencer." She went back to chopping her carrots and him to celery. She stopped after only a few seconds, shaking her head. “You know I care about you, don’t you?”

This time, her words pierce his heart and freeze him in place. 

“Yes,” he murmurs. He can’t quite meet her eye or discern her meaning- he’s never been really good at that anyway. 

He can feel the tension hanging in the air but she says nothing, and instead quietly resumes her chopping. He sneaks glances at her every now and again when he knows she won’t see. They have matching aprons wrapped around them that she bought a few weeks ago and hers hangs so gracefully on her. He watched her brows, furrowed in concentration as she measures out spices and broth; She’s beautiful like this with frizzy hair piled up into a bun, a sheen of sweat on her forehead from cooking over the pan.

It’s when she’s grabbing bowls from his cabinets, knowing exactly where they are from weeks of experience, that it spills out of him. “I care about you too, you know. And I look forward to these nights more than anything. Having you here, it makes me feel good. You make me feel...,” He sighs, searching for the words but she looks at him like she already knows what they are.

“Oh, Spencer,” she sets the bowls down and walks towards him. Before she can ask to hug him, he reaches to hug her and she falls into his arms and it feels like she was always meant to be there. He wonders why he’s wasted so much time not being where he was meant to be. 

“I love you. And I want to take care of you too.” It’s short and sweet and it’s the most important promise he’s ever made. He hopes his words nurture her heart in the way that she always has done for him.

“I love you too,” she whispers, and he has to play through the memory of the words and the feeling of her breath through his shirt many times before he lets himself believe that this is real. 

They eat their soup on the couch, feet and legs tangled together. It’s not the fanciest meal Spencer has ever had, but it’s the best. It’s at every anniversary; it’s the last meal they cook together before they’re married; it’s the meal he cooks for her when she’s sick in the mornings with the loves of their lives; and the family dinner choice of years to come. Like the best things in his life, it’s homemade.  

[macdennisenthusiast]

oh

[macdennisenthusiast]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/30231309"><strong>"Show Me How Sorry You Are."</strong></a> (4265 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/moonice20408"><strong>moonice20408</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Criminal%20Minds%20(US%20TV)">Criminal Minds (US TV)</a><br />Rating: Explicit<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings<br />Relationships: Spencer Reid/Reader, Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader<br />Characters: Spencer Reid, Reader, You<br />Additional Tags: Sub!Spencer, soft dom/sub, Smut, 18+, NSFW, Hair-pulling, Swearing, Hand Jobs, Fingering, Choking, brief nipple play, cockwarming as punishment, Praise Kink, Creampie, talks of subdrops, Aftercare, fem!reader - Freeform, Soft Dom Reader<br />Summary: <p>Spencer’s been a brat all day at work, and you’ve had enough with it. </p><p>Spencer x Fem!Reader, Sub!Spencer x SoftDom!Reader</p><p>18+</p>

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[matthewgraygublerwife]

spencer reid wearing glasses 

[matthewgraygublerwife]

spencer reid wearing glasses 

[macdennisenthusiast]

oh my fucking god

[theimmaterialplace]

i’ll give you all you want if you just ask | spencer reid x f!reader | ch. 1 of 2: all i need

Summary: It doesn’t take a profiler to notice that Spencer Reid is nervous around you. Half of the team finds it funny and the other half just ignores it. What you don’t know is why. Well, you have an idea but you’d rather not be wrong in your deduction and make a fool of yourself and make him just avoid you completely.

See, it’s not that you just make him nervous, it’s that you make him excited. He perks up every time you enter a room and shoots you a shy smile, never making eye contact. He shivers any time you accidentally, or purposefully because you can’t help yourself, brush against him. He follows your lead eagerly and without complaint, able to connect the pieces you’ve put together. Perhaps the most damning piece of evidence is the way he reacts to your praise.

Oh, how his reactions always excite you.  

Contains: hints of light dom/sub undertones, teasing, praise kink. no actual smut yet, just a bit of kissing and allusions to sex. enabler!hotch. 

Word Count: 1.7k

Comments: hello im back this very self indulgent fic! i just love sub!spencer to pieces and there aren’t enough fics with him featuring that so i’m here to remedy that! also just assume rossi had a date or something and couldn’t make it! i’d say this takes place before a bit before the reaper arc! also i fucking adore hotch and HAD to make him an enabler because he just wants his team to be happy!! he cares for them!! if you’d rather read this on ao3, here’s the link! finally, leave a comment/review so ik how yall feel! reblogs are also highly appreciated! :)

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<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/11641968"><strong>Can we try...?</strong></a> (848 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/arsenicarose"><strong>Fetish Ball</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Criminal%20Minds">Criminal Minds</a><br />Rating: Explicit<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Spencer Reid/Reader, Spencer/Reader, Spencer Reid/You<br />Characters: Spencer Reid, Reader, You<br />Additional Tags: Spanking, Swatting, Bare Hand Spanking, Sub Spencer Reid, Light Dom/sub, Submissive!Spencer, Sub!Spence, Light BDSM, BDSM, Reader-Insert<br />Summary: <p>Spencer wants to try something new in the bedroom, and he's a little nervous. You show him there is nothing to worry about.</p>

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