— thinking of a spencer reid who enjoys when you praise him for stating the most random facts, due to the fact he likes being noticed by someone he really admires ..
Requesting nsfw male reader getting overstimulated by Reid but like they like it but are still all needy and whiny and stuff
New Sounds
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WARNINGS: PWP/Porn without plot, REQUESTED, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Shower Sex, Men whimpering, Reader whimpers and Spencer loves it, Oral fingering(? (Spencer puts his fingers in ur mouth idk)), USE OF THE WORD "MEMBER" ONE(1) TIME
WORDS: 629
PAIRING: Spencer Reid x m!reader
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a/n:: YES IK ITS NOV 10TH WHEN IM POSTING THIS, AND I STILL NEED TO POST THE TRICK R' TREAT KINKTOBER FIC, BUT I AM STRUGGLING
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You have your hands positioned up on the tile wall of Spencer's walk-in shower, your arms quaking with the effort to stay standing. You can feel his breath ghosting over the back of your neck, his hand pumping vigorously along your throbbing shaft.
You have to rest your forehead against the wall, your body nearly bent over, positioned at an angle with your legs spread. You pant against the shower wall, groaning as you thrust into Spencer's enclosed fist.
“Fuck, Spencer-” You groan, your body raked with shudders as his wrist flicks just the right way to send you tumbling over the edge. Your vision clouds, his low mumbles falling on deaf ears.
You struggle to come back from the clouded high, your pelvic area feeling like it's on fire. You grunt weakly, looking down to find him still stroking your twitching cock.
“One more, babe.” Spencer suddenly whispers in your ear.
You pant, quivering. He's pushed you to cum twice before, but never a third time. His thumb finds the slick tip, the pad swiping over your slit pulling an unfamiliar, quiet whine from your lips.
Spencer's hand only moves faster at the new sound elicited, his other hand suddenly leaving your hip to let two of his fingers probe your lips. Your mouth opens, letting him shove them in. They curl, now having a grip on your lower jaw.
“You've got this,” He encourages as your hips sputter, another, softer whine getting muffled by his fingers. “Come on..”
You weakly thrust into his hand, the burning in your pelvis making the precum you leak feel like lava. Your hips twitch as you start to whimper, all of your energy feeling like it's being slowly sucked from your being.
“I'm right here, baby,” Spencer soothes as your whole body quakes in his grasp, the hot water still beaming down on the both of you. His hand moves faster, tightening around your harshly throbbing dick as you continue to whimper around his fingers.
Your body starts to feel light, chest heaving as your mind starts to cloud, the staticy sound ringing in your ears. With a few sloppy, uncalculated thrusts, you're cumming hard all over his enclosed fist, eyes shutting as your head gets thrown back against his shoulder, the water that beats down on your face getting ignored as it mixes with some of the tears you weren't aware of had fallen.
Spencer holds you tighter as you tremble, his hand slowing down, but not stopping. He works you through the third orgasm, listening to the way you whimper around his curled fingers. He pumps you until your cock is twitching in his hand, unable to soften from the ministrations.
You fail to push him away, the heat rolling through your body making your mind hazy with pleasure. The third high lasts longer, his sweet voice in your ear alerting you of reality still playing beyond the other state your mind is at. The fall back down from the fog is less hard than expected, your symphony of whimpers telling Spencer that you're truly spent now.
He doesn't let go of your dick just yet, fascinated by the sounds you're making. It's only when your hips press back against him, pulling away from his hand, does he let his cum-covered hand leave your twitching member and go under the stream or water to rinse off. One arm wraps around your waist, holding your still quaking body up against his to make sure you don't fall.
Spencer soothes your shakes with light kisses to the side of your neck, spinning you so that you're facing the stream of water, cleaning off the remaining release from your body.
“So pretty,” He mumbles against your skin, giving you a light squeeze.
Can you do nsfw male!reader x Spencer Reid (I would prefer s5, s6, or s7 of Reid)
So they both work in the bau. They have been dating for a while and everyone knows it. They are on a case, but they are fighting over something stupid. So when they get hotel rooms they do not want to share.
Of course, hotch forces them to share. Then when M!reader in rambling about how spencer is wrong, spencer shuts m!reader up by kissing him?
Yes.
you two were arguing about the stupidest shit known to man, and you weren't giving up, not until either, spencer said he was in the wrong or you proved him wrong. This started last night when you two were playing cards (uno to be specific..) and he won. 10 times. In a row. Usually the team wouldn't bat an eye at this considering he's spencer genius reid but you? You knew spencer liked to cheat in card games so after the 3rd or 5th win it became obvious to you that spencer boy wonder reid was in fact, cheating.
you two were sitting on the complete opposite parts of the jet, and jj instantly knew something was up. approaching you and sitting across from you she asked, "hey, id everything... okay? I mean between you and.. reid.. of course. I noticed you two aren't sitting together like you usually do." Saying reid like if it was a threat, and not wanting to piss you off even more. "Yeah everything's fine. I just don't associate with cheaters." And you made sure to say cheaters extra loud, making sure spencer would in fact hear you talking about the night before. jj's eyes widen in shock, not having context at all, she asks, clearly oblivious you didn't mean it literally "he cheated on you??? With who???" "What?- no-- he's didn't cheat on me- spencer cheated in uno last night while we were playing and won about.. 10? 20? Times I wanna say?" jj looked relived and sighed, "when doesn't he?" before getting back up and going to go sit with emily and morgan.
The SECOND the jet landed you two were bombarding hotch (separately of course) to get you get separate rooms, and after a good 20 mins of "secretly" harassing him for separate rooms he tells you both the next time you ask after carefulnone consideration, "i was considering putting you two in separate rooms, but this was actually one of the perks of you two being together, "It's less money if you two stay in one room. So considering that.. My final answer is no." "Well can you at least get us a two be-" "No."
After checking the crime scene, the morgue, and making a somewhat profile, everyone decided to call it a day. And the moment you dreaded all day long, had finally arrived.
"You LITERALLY cheated!- you can't win 100 times in a row and expect me not to catch on spencer!!" "I did not cheat! You just don't know how to play uno!!".. and so it went on. At some point emily and rossi accepted that they weren't going to get sleep that night due to your childish argument, they really could tell you two were being dead serious about this too. It was around 9 pm, and they could still hear you. It had been an hour already since your bickering had started and emily was actually siding with you, considering she had also been a victim of spencer's cheating.. she did get a little concerned when she heard it go silent all of a sudden tho.
Spencer's body was on top of yours, one hand glued to your side and the other to your thigh while yours were on his hair and his back. He was kissing you with so much want and need and that want and need going to your neck and chest leaving small marks, his mouth not failing to find yours again. His lips finally part from your mouth but only to go down to your stomach, his hands move from your side and thigh to unbutton your pants giving you a small look, the second he sees your head nod he gets to work, taking off your pants just enough for you to be exposed to him. Before taking off your underwear he kisses the inside of your thigh, gentle and loving, like he knows he's about to make you see stars and wants you to know he loves you without any words. His hands get to work immediately one stroking you slow and gentle, while the other holds your hips down so you won't go any faster than he wants to, he wants to take his time with you, and so he will. His mouth is giving your shaft small kisses on the side, occasionally sucking while his hand works you. The way you're moaning his name out, the way you're telling him you're close, its almost enough to get him off. Keyword being almost. You've came 3 times already, and spencer was already pushing for a 4th while he hasn't even done it once. The way he was grinding his hips into your sweet spot was driving you crazy, making you go dumb in the best way possible. "How's that? Does that feel good?", the way hes doing you right now, it was no suprise to him that you couldn't even reply with something that wasnt a moan, he lifts your hips, putting a pillow underneath so he can go even deeper, making you see actual stars.
You and spencer are on the hotel bed, you laying on top of him and him drawing small circles on your shoulder blade.. "you know.. I really didn't cheat, right?" "Get the fuck out."
Warnings: Spencer unintentionally misgenders the reader, mention of throwing up and overwhelming/violent thoughts, the reader downplaying his feelings, established relationship, self-indulgent (not really a warning, but I thought I should put it anyways)
Requested: No
A/N: Happy pride month! Thought I should dig deep into my soul for this one. I think Spencer would be so sweet if his S/O came out to him as trans.
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An hourglass. It sat on one of the shelves of Spencer’s bookcase that resided in the living room. It shouldn't have been possible, but with the amount of books crowded into it, the shelf sagged just the slightest amount. You figured that just one more novel would bring the whole thing down. You also reflected on how the shelf was similar to your mental state.
A silly conclusion, but an accurate one nonetheless.
The bitter taste you would feel deep inside your chest whenever someone referred to you in a feminine way mimicked the abundance of books upon the case. The invisible weight on your back making itself known whenever you had to face the world and its prejudice was identical to the outlandish bend of the shelf.
And that damned hourglass. It mocked you. It mirrored your patience. With every grain of sand that dropped, you grew more irritated. More distressed. The hourglass had no personal vendetta against you, and yet you stared at it as though it did.
Perhaps you were trained so hatefully on it because you could see yourself in it—quite literally. Your form was duplicated on the glass, and in your eyes, you could see exactly how you looked. And it disgusted you. You wanted to break that hourglass. You wanted to destroy every single item in the apartment that could reflect yourself onto its shiny, humbling surface. But you wouldn't want to cause such an inconvenience to your boyfriend, so you settled for eyeing it.
Your shoulders dropped when you heard the front door unlock. Spencer was home. But the warmth that usually came with his arrival was shadowed by the underlying fear in your heart. Spencer was a loving individual, and he was always curious to learn more. But you weren't quite sure what he was or wasn't okay with.
Sure, it may have been irrational to assume your boyfriend would think any less of you because of how you feel—he wasn't exactly a judgmental person—but that didn't quell your worries any more than you trying to hide them did.
“Hey, sweet girl!” He greeted, completely oblivious to the way you nearly threw up at that word. Girl. “Just a casual day at work, a few reports for cases we’ve closed. We haven't gotten confirmation that we won't be having a new one yet, though, so I can't exactly say you'll have me for the weekend… as much as I want you to.”
You forced a smile as best as you could, hoping that you weren't giving yourself away. But you were dating a profiler, so of course your efforts were futile.
He could feel the stiffness in your posture as you hugged him, could sense the dread in your aura. He could read you like a book, and at that very moment, it was like he was presented with a picture book.
Spencer took a step back and held you at arms-length, peering deep into your eyes. His brows were furrowed in his focus which caused a wrinkle to form between them. You wanted to soothe it with your thumb.
“Something’s wrong, I can tell… What’s going on, beautiful?” He asked in that sickeningly sweet voice that always made you crumble. And crumble you did. You couldn't hide it anymore.
“I feel like.. something's wrong with me. Something’s not right with my body. It doesn't… I-It doesn't align with my mind,” you said, words coming out slow like you had to force them out. You did. “I’ve tried so hard to just deal with it, to ignore it, but I can't. The longer I go without telling you, the more it hurts.”
Spencer frowned and gently rubbed your arm, but not in an attempt to coax the answer out of you. Just to calm you down.
“I just… I can't live like this anymore, Spencer. I don't wanna be your girlfriend,” you paused, realizing how that sounded as soon as the words left your mouth. And you nearly cried when you saw your boyfriend’s eyes widen with fear. You scrambled to speak, “because I wanna be your boyfriend! Geez, I want to be with you, Spencer. I want to stay with you, but.. but I’m not sure you want to stay with me.” You swallowed down the lump in your throat, briefly glancing over your shoulder at the hourglass. “I don't feel like a girl. I never have. I hear all these people call me “she” or “her” or “lady” or “woman” and it just feels… so wrong.”
He remained quiet, allowing you to continue. “It feels like a part of my soul gets chipped away, and I know that's not quite fair to say when you have a job like yours, but it’s.. it's how I feel. I’m so sorry for keeping this from you, I should’ve told you when we first started dating, but I was just so scared. If you,” you bit down on your bottom lip to fight back tears, “if you wanna break up with me, that's fine. You can… do that if you want. I’d understand.”
Silence.
For several moments, you two remained in the exact same position, unmoving. Spencer was staring at you with an expression you couldn't pinpoint. You didn't know what he was thinking, and that terrified you. You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared for the worst, but then you felt his arms wrap around you for a second time.
“Oh, baby, you're so strong. You're so brave and so.. so handsome for coming out to me with this,” he whispered as he pet the top of your head. “You should know that I couldn't care less what you identify as. I just want you. I just love you. Whatever you feel, I’ll support you. I’d never break up with you over something so trivial. But I say that to calm your fears, not demean them.”
You were in utter shock, speechless and practically immobile. Your boyfriend sensed that and pulled away to look at you, his hands cupping both sides of your face. “Gender is a crazy, beautiful thing. It means everything yet nothing at the same time. You could identify as literally anything, and I’d still love you. Because you're still you. I fell in love with you, not your gender. Or the gender I thought you were,” he earnestly confessed, and you could tell he was genuine by how misty his eyes were.
“I love you. Always.”
You collapsed into him, allowing the tears to fall and dampen his button-up. Your throat hurt from how hard you were trying to hold back your emotions, but you could finally release them and not have to worry about your boyfriend’s reaction.
He smiled and hugged you tighter, kissing the crown of your head before speaking, “we can talk more about this whenever you feel comfortable. Whatever changes you wanna make, we can make. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
Requesting nsfw male reader getting overstimulated by Reid but like they like it but are still all needy and whiny and stuff
New Sounds
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WARNINGS: PWP/Porn without plot, REQUESTED, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Shower Sex, Men whimpering, Reader whimpers and Spencer loves it, Oral fingering(? (Spencer puts his fingers in ur mouth idk)), USE OF THE WORD "MEMBER" ONE(1) TIME
WORDS: 629
PAIRING: Spencer Reid x m!reader
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a/n:: YES IK ITS NOV 10TH WHEN IM POSTING THIS, AND I STILL NEED TO POST THE TRICK R' TREAT KINKTOBER FIC, BUT I AM STRUGGLING
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You have your hands positioned up on the tile wall of Spencer's walk-in shower, your arms quaking with the effort to stay standing. You can feel his breath ghosting over the back of your neck, his hand pumping vigorously along your throbbing shaft.
You have to rest your forehead against the wall, your body nearly bent over, positioned at an angle with your legs spread. You pant against the shower wall, groaning as you thrust into Spencer's enclosed fist.
“Fuck, Spencer-” You groan, your body raked with shudders as his wrist flicks just the right way to send you tumbling over the edge. Your vision clouds, his low mumbles falling on deaf ears.
You struggle to come back from the clouded high, your pelvic area feeling like it's on fire. You grunt weakly, looking down to find him still stroking your twitching cock.
“One more, babe.” Spencer suddenly whispers in your ear.
You pant, quivering. He's pushed you to cum twice before, but never a third time. His thumb finds the slick tip, the pad swiping over your slit pulling an unfamiliar, quiet whine from your lips.
Spencer's hand only moves faster at the new sound elicited, his other hand suddenly leaving your hip to let two of his fingers probe your lips. Your mouth opens, letting him shove them in. They curl, now having a grip on your lower jaw.
“You've got this,” He encourages as your hips sputter, another, softer whine getting muffled by his fingers. “Come on..”
You weakly thrust into his hand, the burning in your pelvis making the precum you leak feel like lava. Your hips twitch as you start to whimper, all of your energy feeling like it's being slowly sucked from your being.
“I'm right here, baby,” Spencer soothes as your whole body quakes in his grasp, the hot water still beaming down on the both of you. His hand moves faster, tightening around your harshly throbbing dick as you continue to whimper around his fingers.
Your body starts to feel light, chest heaving as your mind starts to cloud, the staticy sound ringing in your ears. With a few sloppy, uncalculated thrusts, you're cumming hard all over his enclosed fist, eyes shutting as your head gets thrown back against his shoulder, the water that beats down on your face getting ignored as it mixes with some of the tears you weren't aware of had fallen.
Spencer holds you tighter as you tremble, his hand slowing down, but not stopping. He works you through the third orgasm, listening to the way you whimper around his curled fingers. He pumps you until your cock is twitching in his hand, unable to soften from the ministrations.
You fail to push him away, the heat rolling through your body making your mind hazy with pleasure. The third high lasts longer, his sweet voice in your ear alerting you of reality still playing beyond the other state your mind is at. The fall back down from the fog is less hard than expected, your symphony of whimpers telling Spencer that you're truly spent now.
He doesn't let go of your dick just yet, fascinated by the sounds you're making. It's only when your hips press back against him, pulling away from his hand, does he let his cum-covered hand leave your twitching member and go under the stream or water to rinse off. One arm wraps around your waist, holding your still quaking body up against his to make sure you don't fall.
Spencer soothes your shakes with light kisses to the side of your neck, spinning you so that you're facing the stream of water, cleaning off the remaining release from your body.
“So pretty,” He mumbles against your skin, giving you a light squeeze.
Quick A/n! : this was originally a request for jealous spencer but my fucking phone wanted to be a bitch and not save my fucking progress.💔
Jealous spencer!
● I feel like spencer would definitely be the jealous type, but not the controlling or possessive type, more like a protective type ykwim? Like for example if someone was hitting on you and you clearly felt uncomfortable he'd most definitely step in and just start rambling about statistics and random facts until they get annoyed and leave you alone. But if that didn't work and they're still there after all of that, he'd definitely end it with "oh and here's another quick fact, the guy you're flirting with right now is actually my boyfriend." (I live for sassy reid, pardon💔) and if THAT doesn't work, he'd pull the fbi card LMFAO
● Imagine for a second that you're flirting with and unsub (under hotches orders) and you have a bug on you while the whole team is listening, spencer would DEFINITELY have a small attitude toward hotch because he knows you're spencer's boyfriend and STILL sent you in there. The entire time hotch is telling him to not worry and spencer's like "what?? No he's my boyfriend and he's clearly uncomfortable- why couldn't you choose morgan to go in there instead of him??" Mind you, youre doing just fine, its really spencer that's uncomfortable. Remember how he was with Emily? He's like that with hotch the entire time until you're back with him (he keeps the attitude with hotch for a good 10 mins after you're back LMFAO)
● i also feel like spencer would have an arm around your waist the minute he notices someone eyeing you in public like "yeah he's with someone already, find your own"
● when you're on dates with spencer, it's almost always something cozy or warming (cafes, bookstores, or a movie maybe) but on special occasions like your anniversary or valentine's day he'll take you to a nice restaurant, encouraging you to dress nicely. Now let's say (hypothetically) that someone approaches you while you're on your date with him, spencer's arms and hands are on you the ENTIRE time that they're talking to you until they get they get uncomfortable and leave you alone, because who even are they to be interrupting HIS date night with HIS boyfriend??
A hill i will die on is that spencer loves to give praise during sex.
For you, he'd praise and practically worship your entire body while stripping you and kissing you all over, muttering praises in between kisses.
For him, all you would have to do is be loud, that's enough to keep him going, he's a profiler for Christ's sakes, he knows how to read you. Bonus points if you're vocal with what you like, "keep going" "just like that" "that feels good" etc. He especially loves it if you let out moans and whimpers in between because that's how he knows you really mean it.
Warnings: Spencer unintentionally misgenders the reader, mention of throwing up and overwhelming/violent thoughts, the reader downplaying his feelings, established relationship, self-indulgent (not really a warning, but I thought I should put it anyways)
Requested: No
A/N: Happy pride month! Thought I should dig deep into my soul for this one. I think Spencer would be so sweet if his S/O came out to him as trans.
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An hourglass. It sat on one of the shelves of Spencer’s bookcase that resided in the living room. It shouldn't have been possible, but with the amount of books crowded into it, the shelf sagged just the slightest amount. You figured that just one more novel would bring the whole thing down. You also reflected on how the shelf was similar to your mental state.
A silly conclusion, but an accurate one nonetheless.
The bitter taste you would feel deep inside your chest whenever someone referred to you in a feminine way mimicked the abundance of books upon the case. The invisible weight on your back making itself known whenever you had to face the world and its prejudice was identical to the outlandish bend of the shelf.
And that damned hourglass. It mocked you. It mirrored your patience. With every grain of sand that dropped, you grew more irritated. More distressed. The hourglass had no personal vendetta against you, and yet you stared at it as though it did.
Perhaps you were trained so hatefully on it because you could see yourself in it—quite literally. Your form was duplicated on the glass, and in your eyes, you could see exactly how you looked. And it disgusted you. You wanted to break that hourglass. You wanted to destroy every single item in the apartment that could reflect yourself onto its shiny, humbling surface. But you wouldn't want to cause such an inconvenience to your boyfriend, so you settled for eyeing it.
Your shoulders dropped when you heard the front door unlock. Spencer was home. But the warmth that usually came with his arrival was shadowed by the underlying fear in your heart. Spencer was a loving individual, and he was always curious to learn more. But you weren't quite sure what he was or wasn't okay with.
Sure, it may have been irrational to assume your boyfriend would think any less of you because of how you feel—he wasn't exactly a judgmental person—but that didn't quell your worries any more than you trying to hide them did.
“Hey, sweet girl!” He greeted, completely oblivious to the way you nearly threw up at that word. Girl. “Just a casual day at work, a few reports for cases we’ve closed. We haven't gotten confirmation that we won't be having a new one yet, though, so I can't exactly say you'll have me for the weekend… as much as I want you to.”
You forced a smile as best as you could, hoping that you weren't giving yourself away. But you were dating a profiler, so of course your efforts were futile.
He could feel the stiffness in your posture as you hugged him, could sense the dread in your aura. He could read you like a book, and at that very moment, it was like he was presented with a picture book.
Spencer took a step back and held you at arms-length, peering deep into your eyes. His brows were furrowed in his focus which caused a wrinkle to form between them. You wanted to soothe it with your thumb.
“Something’s wrong, I can tell… What’s going on, beautiful?” He asked in that sickeningly sweet voice that always made you crumble. And crumble you did. You couldn't hide it anymore.
“I feel like.. something's wrong with me. Something’s not right with my body. It doesn't… I-It doesn't align with my mind,” you said, words coming out slow like you had to force them out. You did. “I’ve tried so hard to just deal with it, to ignore it, but I can't. The longer I go without telling you, the more it hurts.”
Spencer frowned and gently rubbed your arm, but not in an attempt to coax the answer out of you. Just to calm you down.
“I just… I can't live like this anymore, Spencer. I don't wanna be your girlfriend,” you paused, realizing how that sounded as soon as the words left your mouth. And you nearly cried when you saw your boyfriend’s eyes widen with fear. You scrambled to speak, “because I wanna be your boyfriend! Geez, I want to be with you, Spencer. I want to stay with you, but.. but I’m not sure you want to stay with me.” You swallowed down the lump in your throat, briefly glancing over your shoulder at the hourglass. “I don't feel like a girl. I never have. I hear all these people call me “she” or “her” or “lady” or “woman” and it just feels… so wrong.”
He remained quiet, allowing you to continue. “It feels like a part of my soul gets chipped away, and I know that's not quite fair to say when you have a job like yours, but it’s.. it's how I feel. I’m so sorry for keeping this from you, I should’ve told you when we first started dating, but I was just so scared. If you,” you bit down on your bottom lip to fight back tears, “if you wanna break up with me, that's fine. You can… do that if you want. I’d understand.”
Silence.
For several moments, you two remained in the exact same position, unmoving. Spencer was staring at you with an expression you couldn't pinpoint. You didn't know what he was thinking, and that terrified you. You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared for the worst, but then you felt his arms wrap around you for a second time.
“Oh, baby, you're so strong. You're so brave and so.. so handsome for coming out to me with this,” he whispered as he pet the top of your head. “You should know that I couldn't care less what you identify as. I just want you. I just love you. Whatever you feel, I’ll support you. I’d never break up with you over something so trivial. But I say that to calm your fears, not demean them.”
You were in utter shock, speechless and practically immobile. Your boyfriend sensed that and pulled away to look at you, his hands cupping both sides of your face. “Gender is a crazy, beautiful thing. It means everything yet nothing at the same time. You could identify as literally anything, and I’d still love you. Because you're still you. I fell in love with you, not your gender. Or the gender I thought you were,” he earnestly confessed, and you could tell he was genuine by how misty his eyes were.
“I love you. Always.”
You collapsed into him, allowing the tears to fall and dampen his button-up. Your throat hurt from how hard you were trying to hold back your emotions, but you could finally release them and not have to worry about your boyfriend’s reaction.
He smiled and hugged you tighter, kissing the crown of your head before speaking, “we can talk more about this whenever you feel comfortable. Whatever changes you wanna make, we can make. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
“I wish I knew how to quit you” - Annie Proulx, Brokeback Mountain.
Spencer’s voice was muffled against your hand, he’s confused and almost scared then unfortunately relieved when you tilt your head forward for him to see. Your hair was shorter, and your clothes non-descriptive, God knows how long you’d been waiting in his home. “What are you doing here?”
His question was met with a chaste kiss from you, which turned deeper as you press your body to his and push him to the wall. You draw back and place another chaste kiss to his lips, “I missed you.” You respond finally, cupping his face.
Spencer shouldn’t lean into the palm of your hand, nor should he keenly tilt his head side to side as you check him over for any recent injuries. “I should skin Phillip Dowd for this,” you remarked, thumb gently grazing over the bruise that marred the side of Spencer’s face.
“He’s dead,” he tried to assure you, “I shot him in the head. Also how did you know about him?”
You snorted, kissing his head, “I never take my eyes off you, pet.”
A morbid comfort. Spencer was familiar with your profile—notorious and dangerous—yet he never raised the alarm. Enjoying your company to an intimate degree, he remembers when you chose to meet him. Cornerning him publicly, "No sudden movements, Doctor Reid," you'd whispered, stood by him in the line as though you were a couple ordering a coffee together.
"Did he hurt you anywhere else?" You worried, checking his arms next, then his torso. Spencer winced lightly, while Hotch's kicks were comparable to a nine-year-old girl throwing a tantrum, they still left some bruising. Not that he'd say that. He hardly needed another reason for you to justify going after the man. You grumbled in displeasure, the bruising was superficial and would heal soon-ish, “Do you need painkillers?”
“No, I—I’m fine,” Spencer won’t lie he enjoyed being cared for.
You cast a glance of disbelief, “Bubble bath it is then.” Your tone held a finality to it and Spencer follows as he guided to the bathroom.
Can you do nsfw male!reader x Spencer Reid (I would prefer s5, s6, or s7 of Reid)
So they both work in the bau. They have been dating for a while and everyone knows it. They are on a case, but they are fighting over something stupid. So when they get hotel rooms they do not want to share.
Of course, hotch forces them to share. Then when M!reader in rambling about how spencer is wrong, spencer shuts m!reader up by kissing him?
Yes.
you two were arguing about the stupidest shit known to man, and you weren't giving up, not until either, spencer said he was in the wrong or you proved him wrong. This started last night when you two were playing cards (uno to be specific..) and he won. 10 times. In a row. Usually the team wouldn't bat an eye at this considering he's spencer genius reid but you? You knew spencer liked to cheat in card games so after the 3rd or 5th win it became obvious to you that spencer boy wonder reid was in fact, cheating.
you two were sitting on the complete opposite parts of the jet, and jj instantly knew something was up. approaching you and sitting across from you she asked, "hey, id everything... okay? I mean between you and.. reid.. of course. I noticed you two aren't sitting together like you usually do." Saying reid like if it was a threat, and not wanting to piss you off even more. "Yeah everything's fine. I just don't associate with cheaters." And you made sure to say cheaters extra loud, making sure spencer would in fact hear you talking about the night before. jj's eyes widen in shock, not having context at all, she asks, clearly oblivious you didn't mean it literally "he cheated on you??? With who???" "What?- no-- he's didn't cheat on me- spencer cheated in uno last night while we were playing and won about.. 10? 20? Times I wanna say?" jj looked relived and sighed, "when doesn't he?" before getting back up and going to go sit with emily and morgan.
The SECOND the jet landed you two were bombarding hotch (separately of course) to get you get separate rooms, and after a good 20 mins of "secretly" harassing him for separate rooms he tells you both the next time you ask after carefulnone consideration, "i was considering putting you two in separate rooms, but this was actually one of the perks of you two being together, "It's less money if you two stay in one room. So considering that.. My final answer is no." "Well can you at least get us a two be-" "No."
After checking the crime scene, the morgue, and making a somewhat profile, everyone decided to call it a day. And the moment you dreaded all day long, had finally arrived.
"You LITERALLY cheated!- you can't win 100 times in a row and expect me not to catch on spencer!!" "I did not cheat! You just don't know how to play uno!!".. and so it went on. At some point emily and rossi accepted that they weren't going to get sleep that night due to your childish argument, they really could tell you two were being dead serious about this too. It was around 9 pm, and they could still hear you. It had been an hour already since your bickering had started and emily was actually siding with you, considering she had also been a victim of spencer's cheating.. she did get a little concerned when she heard it go silent all of a sudden tho.
Spencer's body was on top of yours, one hand glued to your side and the other to your thigh while yours were on his hair and his back. He was kissing you with so much want and need and that want and need going to your neck and chest leaving small marks, his mouth not failing to find yours again. His lips finally part from your mouth but only to go down to your stomach, his hands move from your side and thigh to unbutton your pants giving you a small look, the second he sees your head nod he gets to work, taking off your pants just enough for you to be exposed to him. Before taking off your underwear he kisses the inside of your thigh, gentle and loving, like he knows he's about to make you see stars and wants you to know he loves you without any words. His hands get to work immediately one stroking you slow and gentle, while the other holds your hips down so you won't go any faster than he wants to, he wants to take his time with you, and so he will. His mouth is giving your shaft small kisses on the side, occasionally sucking while his hand works you. The way you're moaning his name out, the way you're telling him you're close, its almost enough to get him off. Keyword being almost. You've came 3 times already, and spencer was already pushing for a 4th while he hasn't even done it once. The way he was grinding his hips into your sweet spot was driving you crazy, making you go dumb in the best way possible. "How's that? Does that feel good?", the way hes doing you right now, it was no suprise to him that you couldn't even reply with something that wasnt a moan, he lifts your hips, putting a pillow underneath so he can go even deeper, making you see actual stars.
You and spencer are on the hotel bed, you laying on top of him and him drawing small circles on your shoulder blade.. "you know.. I really didn't cheat, right?" "Get the fuck out."
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
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