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she/her, 18 and obsessed with men old enough to be my dad

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Are you continuing 3 doors down? Not trying to be pushy, I just think it's sooooo cute so far and would love to see the story & relationship develop!!

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three doors down, part three

part 3, the nickname

story summary: In which Spencer’s terrible cooking skills almost burns down a building, but also gives him a chance to get to know the girl who lives three doors down.

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word count: 2,491

Spencer was exhausted. When the clock struck 4 am, Y/n ushered Spencer out of her apartment and into his own, telling him how important sleep was, and how crime would skyrocket unless Spencer got a couple of hours of sleep at the very least. She had apologised for keeping him up, and despite his polite reassurance that she in fact was not to blame for his sleep schedule, Y/n could not help but feel bad.

When he stepped out of his apartment that morning, he was once more met by Y/n as she came back from her morning run. Spencer had already established her loyalty to the various routines that her days consisted of, but he couldn’t help but be shocked by her standing in the hallway. “Oh, good morning,” She breathed, still somewhat out of her breath.

“Good morning Y/n,” Spencer greeted. “I can’t believe you went on a run after only three hours of sleep,”

Y/n let out a laugh and Spencer couldn’t help but smile at how carefree she seemed. There was something about her, and just being around her gave him a burst of energy, like he could concur the world. “I always go for runs in the mornings! I can’t let a little lack of sleep stop me,” She laughed, “I’m no baby, Dr Reid,”

“We could use a little of that mentality in the FBI,” Spencer joked, “I swear, the annual fitness tests we have are un-passable, Morgan has to be the only one who still manages,”

She raised her eyebrows at the supposedly “impossible” fitness test, secretly curious if she could ever pass it. “How hard can it be?” Y/n challenged, “I mean, if this Morgan guy can do it, it’s not impossible,”

“As I said, we could use that mentality in the FBI,” He repeated, “Derek Morgan is no average Joe, he’s absolutely massive,”

Y/n looked Spencer up and down. He was dressed in a black suit, looking as formal as ever, a vast contrast from last night's scruffy hair and wrinkled shirt. “Are you sizing me up?” Spencer laughed, “I’m taller than him you know,”

“So you’re just weak then? Is that it?” She teased, watching as he let out a painful scoff.

“They make exceptions for me,” Spencer said, “What I lack in muscle mass I make up for in brains,”

“Aren’t you cocky?” Y/n laughed, “Hyping yourself up there Dr Reid,”

Once more Spencer scoffed, “I can’t win here” He chuckled, “I'm going to be late because of you, which I was fine with by the way, until you start completely shredding me to pieces,”

Y/n smiled at his choice of words, which I was fine with. “You’re a menace Y/n,” He joked as he walked past her, turning around and walking backwards so that he could still see her. “Have a good day Lucifer,”

“Good luck with your case Sherlock!” She called as he turned the corner.

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“Sorry I’m late,” Spencer muttered as he sat down in his seat. He was the last one to arrive, everyone was already seated around the table.

“Who’s the pretty girl?” Morgan cooed, a wide grin on his face.

He had probably said it as a joke, but Spencer’s mind travelled directly to Y/n and their conversation in the hallway. “Shut up,” Spencer sighed, causing Hotch to quickly begin the briefing.

The day was long. Every so often Spencer would find Y/n at the forefront of his mind, having to force himself to focus on the case in front of him. But he just couldn’t help himself. He wondered if she’d be in the hallway when he came home, asking him about his day. Or if maybe he’d run into her in the parking lot, where she would crack a joke and invite him in for another night of leftovers and wine.

Eventually, the team cracked the case. It was the combined effort of Spencer’s mind and Garcia's computers that had found the final puzzle piece. In the satisfactory haze of success, Spencer had even found himself agreeing to drinks with the team, something he rarely did.

As he sat down in his car, he contemplated ignoring his promise to meet his colleagues at the bar and just going home instead, remembering how badly he was wondering if he’d cross paths with Y/n. But he didn’t, instead, he turned the keys in the ignition and headed towards the bar.

“You just lost me ten bucks!” Morgan exclaimed as Spencer walked through the doors, handing ten dollar bill to Prentiss. “I didn’t think you’d show up,”

Emily gladly accepted the money and shoved it in her pocket, “I never doubted you, Reid,”

Even Hotch had made it to the bar before him, another participant who usually sat these things out, “I never break a promise,” Spencer smiled, trying to ignore his urge to turn on his heels and drive back home.

The team sat together in a booth. They always did, at least for the first part of the night. After thirty minutes, Morgan would spot a girl he liked, and pretend he was going to get a drink. Then shortly after, Garcia would pull JJ and Prentiss out of their seats to dance. Once everyone had dispersed, Rossi would complain about the music and go home. And once he had made sure everyone had a safe way of getting home, Hotch would leave too. “Spence,” JJ said, “It’s your turn!”

She glanced at the empty glasses on the table and back up at Spencer who rose from his seat, heading towards the bar. He ordered a round of drinks for the table, about to turn back to the team when he heard a voice next to him.

“Hi, could I please get one beer and two margaritas?” The voice politely ordered, and Spencer couldn’t help but smile as he listened to the girl order. The bartender muttered the total amount, and as the girl fished through her purse for money, Spencer reached his card to the bartender.

“Wha-” She interrupted herself as she glanced up at the man next to her. “Spencer!” She pulled him in for a hug, and despite Spencer’s shock, he gladly wrapped his arms around her. “I didn’t know the famous Dr Raid was a party animal!”

Spencer let out a laugh, “I very much am not,” He admitted, “I’m here with work,”

He nodded towards the booth in the corner, watching as they all laughed at some joke Morgan had made. “Shit, I have to warn everyone the feds are here!” She joked, starting to hurry away.

Spencer placed his hands on her shoulders, as to keep her from running, “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” He said, “Being one of the feds and all,”

She laughed, leaning her head against his hand on her shoulder. It was clear that she was already somewhat drunk, tipsy as Garcia would say. But Spencer didn't mind, he couldn’t help but find it adorable. “What? Is snitching a crime?” She grinned.

“It can be,” Spencer informed her, “And if you commit a crime I have no choice but to arrest you,”

Spencer’s flirtatious tone even surprised himself, it was a tone he didn’t think he was quite capable of. “I was called Lucifer by my neighbour this morning,” She said, referring to Spencer’s words, “So for all you know I might be a criminal,”

Right as Spencer was about to open his mouth to speak, another voice interrupted him. “Hey Reid what the hell is taking so long?” Morgan called from behind him. It wasn’t until Morgan was close enough to peer over Spencer’s shoulder that he could see Y/n. “Oh hello there,” He grinned.

“Is this that Morgan guy?” Y/n asked Spencer, holding back a laugh as she earned a nod from Spencer.

“Wow pretty boy, you’ve told her about me? I’m flattered,” Morgan joked, Spencer already annoyed with his best friend for interrupting his time with Y/n.

“Yeah,” Y/n laughed, “Spencer thinks you’re jacked,”

It was as if Y/n had made it her personal mission to embarrass the man in front of her. “He called you massive and muscular,” She giggled, only lying a little bit.

“Thanks, Reid, I’m glad you feel that way,” Morgan grinned, placing a hand on Spencer’s shoulder, a hand that Spencer quickly shoved off.

Spencer let out a sigh, “this is Derek Morgan, as you know,” He said, deciding to introduce the two, “And Morgan, this is Lucifer,”

Y/n reached her hand out, “I’m Y/n,” She shook Morgans's hand, an innocent smile on her face, almost as if she was trying to dispute Spencer's nickname. “Nice to meet you Y/n,”

“I’m gonna leave you two alone,” Morgan grabbed the drinks on the bar, heading back to the booth and the team, earning a small cheer once he arrived.

Spencer only now realised how very close he and Y/n had been standing to each other. She had to tilt her head up to be able to look at him. Looking down at the girl in front of him, Spencer's flirtatious tone returned. “Massive and muscular, huh?”

Y/n let out a loud laugh, throwing her head back slightly. “Is that not what you said, Doctor?” She teased, batting her eyes up at him.

“You really are Lucifer,” Spencer grinned, “The worst of the worst,”

Spencer shook his head playfully as Y/n laughed once more. It was a sound he loved to hear, and he loved that he made her make it. “You know me so well,” She giggled.

She turned her head for a second, gazing at two girls behind her, “I have to give them their drinks,” She said, a small flash of disappointment on her face. “Could you help me carry?”

Spencer nodded, grabbing two of the drinks, and letting her hold the last one. Y/n led the way, Spencer following close behind. It gave Spencer an opportunity to get a good look at her and the beautiful dress she was wearing. It was a short blue dress, the fabric flowing beautifully around her thighs as she walked. Half of her hair was clipped up at the back of her head, but a few strands of hair had escaped the clip and were resting softly across her face. “I come bearing gifts,” Y/n handed the beer to a dark-haired girl, and through the process of elimination, I handed one of the margaritas to the other girl, earning a small thank you from them both. “You come bearing more gifts than drinks I see,” The dark-haired girl grinned, glancing between Spencer and Y/n.

Y/n turned to Spencer, grabbing the drink from his grip and wrapping an arm around his waist. “Yeah,” She smiled, glancing up at Spencer next to her. “This is Spencer,”

“Oh this is the hot neighbour,” The dark-haired girl said, “I’m Astrid, this is Violet,” Astrid motioned to the girl next to her, who gave a shy wave.

Spencer looked down at Y/n, enjoying the way her face turned a bright shade of red. “I am indeed the hot neighbour, a pleasure to meet you both,”

Spencer felt a sense of pride fill his body at the thought of Y/n telling her friends about him, even more so as she described him as the hot neighbour. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been referred to as just that, hot, but the thought of it made a wide grin make its way to his lips. “You’ve made him cocky,” Y/n groaned, rolling her eyes, “Don’t let it get to your ego Spencer,”

“Too late for that,” Spencer chuckled. He peeled Y/n’s arm off his body, deciding that it was time to make his way back to the team. “I’m gonna leave you girls for a bit, make sure you talk more about that hot neighbour of yours Y/n” He smirked before leaving the group and Y/n.

When Spencer had made his way back to the team, the table fell silent with anticipation. “So?” JJ said, waiting for Spencer to tell them all about the girl he’d just been caught with.

“What?” Spencer said, hoping that somehow they’d drop the topic and ignore how his cheeks were slowly turning red.

“Lucifer seems nice,” Morgan grinned, watching as Spencer turned a bright red.

“Lucifer?” Prentiss questioned, yet unaware of the nickname.

Morgan was happy to tell them about how that was how he’d decided to introduce her, and Spencer silently cursed himself for being so wrapped up in the moment.

The team continued to question Reid, but as they realised how little they were getting out of him, they decided to finally drop it. Soon enough, they had all returned to their regular bar-behaviour. Morgan had run off after a girl, Garcia had pulled JJ and Prentiss up to dance, and Hotch and Rossi were long gone.

As Spencer sat by himself in the booth, watching his friends as they drunkenly made their way through the bar, a finger poked the back of his shoulder. Spencer turned around, seeing a surprisingly nervous Y/n behind him. “Are you okay?” He asked, worried about her change of mood.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” She smiled, trying to add a careless touch to her body language. “I was just wondering if, uh, maybe you could, I don’t know, I was just thinking, since you’re sober-”

Spencer interrupted her, “You need a ride?” He asked, finding it adorable how nervous she had been to ask him. “If it’s not too much of a bother? We don’t have to leave right now if you want to stay,” She assured.

“No, we can leave right away, sit down here, let me just say goodbye to my friends,” He said, and she did as she was told, sitting down at the booth as Spencer moved through the bar to the dancing women in the middle of the room.

Y/n watched as he said his goodbyes to the women, before moving towards Morgan as he talked to a girl at the bar. Morgan grinned at Y/n as Spencer spoke to him, causing Spencer to roll his eyes before heading back towards a now smiling Y/n. “Let’s go,” He sighed, Y/n standing from her seat.

Spencer looked at her for a second, watching as Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed slightly with confusion. He pulled the suit jacket off his shoulders, wrapping it around hers, “It’s cold out,” He said, earning a shy thank you from the girl in front of him. He watched as she placed her arms through the jacket, shoving her hands in the pockets. The jacket looked massive on her, reaching right above the hem of her dress.

The two left the bar, Spencer ignoring Morgans's smirk as they walked out the front doors. “Thanks for giving me a ride,”

“Anytime,” Spencer flashed her a warm smile, opening the passenger side door for Y/n. “We do live in the same apartment complex after all,” Spencer hopped in at the driver's side, taking a second to look at Y/n in his car, wearing his jacket, before he started the car.

The ride was mostly silent, Spencer could see how Y/n was practically fighting to keep her eyes open as the streetlights lit up her face. She was pretty like that, as her head rested against the seat, her dress inching up her thigh slightly as she got comfortable in her seat.

Soon they had reached the parking lot outside the apartment complex, “Taxi has arrived ma’am,” Spencer joked, earning a tired giggle from Y/n as they both hopped out of the car, heading inside together.

The two walked to Y/n’s door where she stopped. She began taking the suit jacket off but was interrupted by Spencer. “Keep it for a while,” He said, pulling the jacket back up her shoulder.

Spencer looked down at her as she smiled, his expression all too serious in contrast to hers. “What?” She asked, watching as Spencer smiled once more. “You’re really pretty,” He said, feeling nervous despite his coined nickname as the hot neighbour.

“Don’t fall victim to the doorstep effect,” She giggled, only being met by Spencer’s confusion. “The doorstep effect?” He questioned.

“Yeah, it’s when the guy feels like he wants to kiss the girl because of the whole romance cliche about kissing on doorsteps,” She explained, “It’s a very real thing, Spencer,”

“I don’t think it’s because of the cliché,” Spencer admitted, taking a small step closer.

“But you want to kiss me?” Y/n asked, almost as if to confirm.

“Can I?”

Y/n didn’t answer, instead, she placed a hand on each side of his face, pulling him down to meet her lips. Her lips met his, and Spencer was quick to hold her face as he deepened the kiss. He hadn’t been aware of how much he had craved this kiss until her lips were on his.

Slowly, Spencer pulled away, loving the look in her eyes as she craved more. “Good night, Lucifer,” He said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“Good night Spencer,”

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three doors down, part two

part 2, the wine

story summary: In which Spencer’s terrible cooking skills almost burns down a building, but also gives him a chance to get to know the girl who lives three doors down.

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word count: 1,586

When Spencer finally entered the apartment building that night, he was more tired than ever. Yet, despite his eyes involuntarily closing shut every now and then, he knew that he would not be able to sleep tonight. The case was far from solved, and Spencer had a habit of pulling all-nighters to get to the bottom of them.

“Long day?” A voice said from behind him. Spencer's lack of sleep, along with the stress of the case, made him jump at the sudden noise, but the soft giggle made him relax once more. “If only you knew, Y/n,” Spencer smiled, turning around to meet her eyes.

“I was planning on offering you some leftovers, but I bet you’re dying for some sleep,” She said, leaning against her front door. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, small strands of hair falling across her face. “Actually, that sounds perfect, I wasn’t planning on sleeping,”

She looked as if she was planning on questioning his unhealthy habits, but ultimately she decided against it. “Welcome in,” She smiled, opening the door behind her.

Her apartment was warmly decorated, books and plants covering every windowsill and every table. She told him to leave his bag in the hallway, and Spencer carefully hung it up on the empty hook along with his suit jacket. “I hope you like Indian food,” She spoke, watching him as he sat down at one of the mismatched bar stools at the kitchen island. “It sounds perfect,”

He loosened his tie, feeling as if it was suddenly choking him. Spencer watched the familiar scene of Y/n dancing around in the kitchen in front of him, placing a plate of curry in the microwave before hauling herself onto the kitchen counter. “So, what’s up? Did you catch any bad guys today?” Y/n wondered, Her legs dangling off the counter.

“Unfortunately not,” Spencer sighed, loosening his tie a little more as he spoke. “But we’re close, I probably would’ve worked all night if my boss hadn’t forced me to go home,”

Y/n let out a comforting laugh, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, if I remember correctly, you’re a nerd of sorts,” She hopped off the counter, grabbed the plate from the microwave before placing it in front of Spencer, taking a seat next to him.

“In a cool way though,” Spencer joked, taking a bite of the food in front of him. “And you are, what? A Masterchef?”

“Well yeah, I thought we had already established that,” Y/n responded, a wide grin on her face as she spoke, “But I guess you needed something to remind you,”

Spencer chuckled at her words, taking a couple more bites of her food, “Did you know that the name curry was coined by British colonisers because of a misunderstanding?”

“No, I did not,” Y/n giggled, “you really are a nerd,”

“Shut up,” Spencer laughed, Y/n smiling as she watched him take a second bite of the food. There was something so endearing about the way he looked just then. His wrinkly shirt, matched with his loose tie, and his curly hair was messy as he tiredly took another bite of the food. “What?” Spencer mumbled through the food in his mouth.

“Nothing,” Y/n laughed, her face turning red. She was yet unaware of Spencer's exact profession, and that every single reaction she had would be carefully analysed by the man next to her, but despite Spencer's tiredness, he did not fail to notice her red cheeks. He didn’t press her any further, only letting out a small laugh.

“How come you aren’t planning on sleeping?” Y/n asked, hoping her question wouldn’t be all too personal.

Spencer took a final bite of the food in front of him before turning towards Y/n. “Well,” He began, “It’s just a bad habit I have. Whenever I’m forced to go home even though we haven’t solved a case, I can’t help but stay up all night trying to figure it out,”

“It’s like when you have a song on your mind, and you know the lyrics deep down, but for some reason, you can’t think of it. It’s impossible to think of anything else and it just drives you crazy knowing that you can figure it out if you try hard enough,” he continued, “I mean, I have all of the evidence right in front of me, and I should know who did it by now, but-”

His words came to a halt, “Am I rambling?” He sighed. “A little,” Y/n giggled, “keep going,”

She rested her head in her hands, an endearing look in her eyes as she waited for him to continue talking. “I don’t know, I always feel like I know the answer, but for some reason, I can’t find it. It drives me crazy knowing that this guy is just wandering around out there, and my boss wants me to go to bed?”

Spencer let out a deep breath. He wasn’t quite sure why he was telling Y/n all of this, there was something so trusting about her, something so calming about her. “Do you know how admirable that is? Wanting to do everything in your power to help someone else,” She began, “But don’t you think that the reason why you can’t crack this one, is that you haven’t slept in like forty hours?”

Spencer let out a small chuckle, “You know, I’ve been awake for longer,” He said, almost bragging about his horrible habits, “one time, I didn’t sleep for three days,”

“I am so absurdly concerned, but also a little impressed,” Y/n giggled, “Just so I know. Is there absolutely zero chance that I can convince you to go to bed?”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Spencer grinned, “If you wanted me to leave you could’ve just asked,” he stood up from his seat watching as Y/n playfully rolled her eyes, grabbing his arm as to keep him from leaving. “Never,” She smiled up at him, a firm grip around his arm.

She watched as he sat back down, smiling. “I don’t want you sitting all by yourself sulking about this case all night, like a sad puppy,” Y/n teased.

“Sulking? A sad puppy?” Spencer placed a hand across his chest, pretending to be hurt by her remarks, “Ouch,”

The two shared a moment of comfortable silence, each of them with a relaxed smile on their face. Soon Y/n found herself rising from her seat, “Wine?” She asked, and despite Spencer’s polite “No you really don’t have to,” the bottle was quickly opened, a glass placed in front of him as she poured. “Wine it is then,” He chuckled, earning a smile from Y/n before she poured herself a glass.

“What’s your favourite book?” Spencer asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

“My favourite book?” Y/n questioned, earning a nod of approval from Spencer, “You can’t ask me that, that’s mean,”

“I am mean,” Spencer scoffed, “What’s your favourite book?” He pressed, watching as Y/n suppressed a smile.

“I don’t have one,” She said, “I like most books, but for different reasons. Some have a terrible plot but have amazing writing, and some have an amazing plot but terrible writing,” She took another sip of her wine, as she watched Spencer think about her words.

Spencer couldn’t help but agree, though he had never quite thought of it like that. He was a fan of the classics, either that or he read non-fiction, and neither of those categories was especially notorious for lousy writing.

He watched as she swallowed her wine, placing the glass back on the table. “I suppose you’re right,” Spencer said.

“Wow,” she gasped, “Dr Reid, did you just say I was right?” She continued, “say that again please,”

Spencer smiled at the title, not expecting her simply addressing him by his title, something he heard multiple times every day, to have such an effect on him. “Y/n, you are right,” He repeated, a warm smile on his face.

He couldn’t decide if maybe it was the wine in his system, or if it could be contributed to something else, but everything within him wanted to stay here with her forever. He wanted to move a little closer, if only to see her smile more up close. Spencer felt like he’d do anything to stay in her presence.

“You have a wine moustache,” Y/n giggled, causing Spencer to lick his lips in hopes of getting rid of the red stain. “Did I get it?” He asked, Y/n only laughing at the red line still resting above his lip. “Wait,” She said, leaving her seat and grabbing a napkin.

She walked back up to him, only stopping once she was standing inches from him. He couldn’t help but smile as she reached the napkin to his face, a smile on her face as her cheeks flushed red. His eyes met hers, looking up at her as she wiped the stain off his face. She lingered for another second or two before taking a seat back down, Spencer clearing his throat.

There was something within him that wished she would’ve stayed standing in front of him for a little longer, gazing into his eyes. An even bigger part of him wished that he would’ve kissed her, but it all seemed much too soon. “There you go,” She said, folding the napkin in front of her as a shy smile made its way to her lips. “No wine moustache?” He asked.

“No wine moustache,”

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lazy, spencer reid

summary: in which a lazy sunday quickly changes its paces. (very loosely based of the song sunday morning by margo guryan)

warnings: nsfw!! reid x y/n, fluffy at first, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight degradation, softdom!spencer

words: 1,980

It was only a Sunday. It wasn’t supposed to be anything remarkable about this particular Sunday, but when Y/n woke up at 9 in the morning, finding Spencer’s still sleeping body next to her, she figured that she had been wrong. She watched as his chest lifted slowly as he breathed, his curly hair messy and his cheeks covered in a short stubble.

Y/n moved closer to him, feeling his warmth as she pressed a small kiss against his collarbone. She let her lips trace his chest, leaving small, wet kisses across his warm skin. She made her way up his neck, watching as his eyes fluttered open once she kissed his jaw. “Good morning to you too,” He chuckled.

“Thought you were going to work today,” She mumbled against his skin, causing Spencer to wrap his arms around her body, pulling her on top of him. “Not today, I got the day off,” He smiled, letting her get comfortable on his chest before holding her tightly.

“What, did crime take a day off? Or is someone a little lazy,” Y/n joked, “Get some work ethic,”

Spencer felt her smile against his chest, her body moving as she giggled. “Well, if this is how it’s going to be, then I guess I’ll leave,” He said, dramatically shoving her off of his chest.

He hovered above Y/n watching as she tried her best to move her hair out of her face. “I mean, what’s your excuse? You’re home too,”

“I don’t owe you an explanation,” Y/n replied, a wide grin on her face as Spencer sighed. “See, I don’t know if you noticed,” Spencer began, placing a leg on either side of her body, “but I’ve got the upper hand here,”

“Oh please, like you’ve ever got the upper hand,” Y/n rolled her eyes, missing the way Spencer’s hands had lifted from the mattress to tickle her body. She squirmed as Spencer continued to tickle her, ignoring her begging him to stop in between her laughs.

He stopped for a short moment, allowing her to catch her breath before he spoke, “Are you done?” He asked, a smile on his face as she nodded, “good,”

Spencer moved off her plopping down next to her before pulling her close, “Lazy can be good, Y/n,”

She turned to her side to face him, pressing a small kiss to his nose. “Fine,” She sighed.

The two stayed in silence for a while, admiring each other in a way they rarely had the time to do. Y/n was like Spencer’s favourite piece of art, only growing more beautiful by the minute. There was nothing he’d rather do than to admire everything about her.

He often found himself gushing about her to his friends, well, the team. About how she constantly joked around, always making him smile, and how she always listened to his rambles, admiring how his brain worked. “Spencer?” Y/n brought him out of his thoughts, “mhm,”

“You have very pretty lips,” She said softly, almost whispering.

“I have what?” Spencer chuckled, watching as Y/n giggled along with him.

She moved a finger to his lip, running her fingers across his bottom lip. “You have very pretty lips," She laughed, “Stop making it weird,”

He pressed a kiss against her fingers, causing a wide smile to form on her face. “It wasn’t weird, it was cute,” Spencer squinted as the sun made its way through the window and onto his face. He pressed a small kiss to Y/n’s lips, the two smiling into each others lips. “They’re more than just pretty Y/n, God you’re so vain,”

“Shut up,” She giggled, kissing him once more.

A comforting silence embraced the two, Y/n’s head resting softly on Spencer's chest as he held her close. “You can hear people walking outside,” Y/n pointed out, “listen,”

Spencer practically held his breath, but indeed he could hear them. "Do you think they’d be jealous if they knew we’re in here cuddling whilst they’re outside?” Spencer asked, smiling.

“Of course,” Y/n smiled, "I’m jealous of us and I’m right here,”

Spencer only let out a chuckle, pulling her closer. Once more, a comfortable silence embraced them, Y/n drawing small circles on Spencer's chest as he rested his head on top of hers.

Early on in their relationship, Y/n had realised that she had to enjoy these days to the fullest. The days when Spencer was all hers, nothing to steal him from her. Knowing that it could end at any moment, disruption only a phone call away, almost made her enjoy it more. “Do you want coffee?” Spencer asked, playing with her hair.

“I’ll make some,” She said, peeling herself off his body and wiggling out of his grip, “don’t go anywhere,” She added before hurrying out of the bedroom.

Spencer thought Y/n was beautiful in whatever she wore, but there was something special seeing her run around their apartment in his shirt. Maybe it was the way she practically drowned in the fabric, making her look adorable, or maybe it was simply the fact that it was his shirt that she was wearing, as if she always wanted to keep him close.

Soon Y/n walked back through the doorway, a cup of coffee in each hand. “I love when you wear my clothes,” Spencer complimented as she handed him a cup. Y/n only smiled, making her way back under the covers next to Spencer “And I love when you wear mine, especially the mini-skirts,” She joked.

“Stop,” Spencer laughed, taking a sip of his coffee. “I do however love it when you wear miniskirts, and when they move up your thighs whenever you sit down,” He added, earning a small gasp from Y/n.

“Dr Reid you dirty man!” Y/n punched his arm playfully, making sure his coffee didn’t spill.

“I can’t help it,” He said, “not when you’re around,” Spencer grinned as he pulled her closer, not missing the way the shirt she was wearing inched up her thigh. Without thinking he licked his lips. “It’s fun to see you trying to contain yourself like that,” She admitted with a giggle, watching as he raised his eyebrows at her words.

“And you called me dirty, huh?” He smirked down at her, “You’re as dirty as they come,”

She didn’t say anything, but simply looked up into his eyes as she grabbed Spencer's cup from his grip and placed it next to her own on the bedside table, all whilst Spencer's grin only widened.

The second the cup landed on the table Spencer pressed a kiss to her lips, his hands gripping her hips as she climbed on top of him. The soft kisses from earlier were long gone, forgotten as if they never happened. Spencer kissed her roughly, his hands travelling along the sides of her waist, pulling the shirt up her body every time. “I was imagining a calmer morning,” Y/n breathed through the kisses, subconsciously grinding against Spencer. He chuckled as he moved to kiss her neck, “I was wrong,” she breathed, letting out a small moan.

“Did you really think I’d be able to keep my hands off you?” Spencer mumbled against her skin before moving back up to her face, “you should know better,” He pressed another rough kiss to her lips, Y/n’s hands finding their way to his hair.

He lifted her body off of his lap, laying her down next to him as he hovered above. Through the manoeuvre, he’d managed to catch a glance at his own thigh and the small spot that now stained his grey sweatpants. “Oh Y/n, look at what you’ve done,” He said, showing her the wet spot, “So desperate huh? Practically soaking,”

She didn’t say anything, only let out a shaky breath as he snapped the hem of her underwear. At an agonisingly slow pace, he pulled the shirt off her body, pressing kisses to her stomach.

His hand once more found its way to the hem of her panties, teasingly dipping his finger inside of them, but barely grazing her skin. “Spencer please,” She breathed, growing impatient.

“Please what?” He asked, leaving a wet trail of kisses across her chest.

“Touch me” She moaned, “please,”

Spencer only chuckled against her breast, sending vibrations through her body, “Touch you?” He asked, “Where would you like me to touch you?”

The grin on Spencer's face as he looked up at his motive clear, “just anywhere,” Y/n tried, hoping he’d stop talking and just fuck her already, but Spencer had other plans. “No, I’m sure there was something more specific on your mind. Maybe if you ask very nicely I could help you out?” He grinned, once more letting his fingers travel across her underwear, “What exactly do you want?”

“I want you,” She said as he pulled her underwear down an inch, barely below her hip bone, and pressed a kiss to her skin. “My hands? My mouth? My dick? Be specific Y/n,”

She let out a moan as he let a finger travel across her slit, only soaking her underwear more. “Hands, Spencer, just touch me, please?” She was practically begging him to do something, and Spencer couldn’t do more than obey.

He hooked his fingers at the hem of her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs. He pressed a small kiss to her clit, causing another moan to escape her lips. A finger slid inside of her, as another circled her clit softly. “See,” Spencer said, “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Just tell me what you want, and you get it,”

Spencer slid a second finger inside of her, pressing another kiss to her lips, “God I love you,” He groaned, “Just seeing you like this, shit,”

There really was something about the way she squirmed beneath him, her eyes slowly welling up with tears as she was reaching her edge. She arched her back, giving Spencer perfect access to her body, the angle letting his fingers reach every inch of her insides. “Spencer,” She moaned, “I’m close,”

“Oh I can see that darling,” He smiled, wiping a tear from her cheek, “hold it,”

He loved being in command. Every now and then, he’d let Y/n take charge, decide and dominate him. But this was preferred by both of them. Y/n loved how he made her feel good, how he knew her body better than she ever could.

So Y/n followed Spencer's orders, holding her orgasm to the best of her ability. He removed his hands, and Y/n had never felt more empty. Just as Y/n’s mouth opened to beg him to continue, his wet fingers slid into her mouth, her tongue instinctively swirling around them. He licked a long stripe between her breasts, down across her stomach, and down her thigh.

Spencer pressed another kiss to her clit, though longer this time. Y/n’s hands made their way to his hair, her fingers curling around the locks as he began licking through her folds. “I love you,” She moaned, earning a small chuckle from Spencer, “I love you too,”

His thumb made its way back to her clit, his tongue working its way through her folds. It didn’t take long before Y/n was speaking once again. “Spencer” She breathed, “Please, I can’t hold it,”

“Alright, let it out,” He said, continuing his work as Y/n let go. He watched as another tear trickled down her cheek, not being able to contain the grin spreading across his wet lips.

He carefully cleaned her up, licking and sucking as he ignored her desperate moans. He looked up at her with a wide grin, moving up to press a comforting kiss to her lips. “You did good,” He said, kissing her once more, “really good,”

“Do you want more?” She asked, carefully touching him through his sweatpants. “No need to stress,” He smiled, “We’ve got all day,”

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book club, spencer reid

Word count: 294 (a teeny tiny blurb about reading a book together)

There were nights when Spencer just couldn’t sleep. The nights after adrenaline-educing cases, or the nights when the nightmares were a little too vivid, were the nights he didn’t even try. He’d take a seat in the small armchair in Y/n and his shared bedroom, open his book and read through the entire night, tackling his exhaustion the following day.

"Hi” Y/n’s voice made Spencer jump a little, despite its softness. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,”

He watched as she walked up to him in his chair, noticing how she was wearing his hoodie and sweatpants, it all looking enormously adorable on her. “That’s okay,” Spencer said, “Why are you up?”

She shrugged, pulling the hood up over her head, “I can’t sleep,” she yawned.

Spencer lifted his arms from his lap, “come here,” he smiled, Y/n sitting down on his lap, “Is everything okay?” he asked, placing a small kiss on the top of her head.

“Yeah,” She breathed, “what are we reading?”

Spencer placed the book so that they could both see the writing, “Mother Night,” he responded, watching as her eyes started scanning the pages, reading as fast as she could as to not keep him waiting. He let Y/n flip the pages once she was done, his fingers soon tangled in her hair as she rest her head against his chest.

Eventually, the pages were being flipped slower and slower, and soon, not at all. With a small smile, Spencer pressed another kiss to the top of her head, “good night,”

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three doors down, part 1

part 1, the fire

Summary: In which Spencer’s terrible cooking skills almost burns down a building, but also lands him an evening with his favourite next door neighbour.

Warnings: some flirting, not proof-read, other than that there’s literally nothing :)

Word count: 1795

When Y/n first moved in, Spencer hadn’t been home. It wasn’t until he came back a week later that he’d realised that there was a new name on the post box. If Spencer was honest, he didn’t even know that his prior neighbours were moving out, but then again maybe that was because he never spoke to them.

Spencer rarely saw any of his neighbours. His job had him leaving early in the mornings, only to come home late at night. To him, it often felt like he was the only one actually living there. Well, at least until Y/n moved in.

“Good morning Spencer,” She’d smile whenever they ran into each other in the hallway as she came back from her morning run. “Good morning Y/n,”

“Nice run today?” He’d sometimes add, earning a quick Oh yeah, very, from Y/n before he’d turned the corner and Y/n entered her apartment.

Sometimes they’d meet in the evenings too. Spencer wasn’t quite sure what her job was, considering she always came home late, wearing a large sweater and jeans. “Did you have a relaxing day at work?” She’d joke, not missing the way Spencer always looked tense when he came home. “Oh yeah, very,” He’d respond.

Their dialogue was always the same, or at the very least with only some minor changes if one of the two was feeling a little crazy. Spencer couldn’t quite explain it, but he always found himself hoping he’d run into her. It was like she was the small piece of stability and continuity in his life, and he desperately needed that.

But some days, Spencer came home so late that not even Y/n was awake. Tonight, he’d not stepped his foot inside his apartment until four in the morning. Tonight, Spencer had come home so late that he wasn’t even tired. Instead, he was just starving. After living off take-out and coffee for the past couple of days, he was craving nothing but a home-cooked meal.

Y/n, on the other hand, had been having a calm couple of days. Her To-Do-List had been shorter than ever, and she could finally catch up on some well-needed sleep. At least a couple of hours, since she was soon to be woken up by a blaring fire alarm.

She let out a loud groan as she sat up in her bed, putting on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before heading outside. The hallway was surprisingly empty, but then again, Y/n was a pretty heavy sleeper.

Spencer watched her yawn slightly as she pushed open the front door with zero sense of urgency. She sent him a small wave before walking past the small crowd, “Good morning Spencer,” She said, standing next to him.

“Good morning Y/n” He greeted, sending her a small smile. “Can you believe this is the first time I’ve seen some of these people?” He chuckled, nodding towards their neighbours in front of them.

“You know, I can actually, you’re literally never home,” She joked, “but thanks to the idiot who set the building on fire, now you can actually introduce yourself to people”

Spencer let out a nervous chuckle, “Yeah, uh, that idiot was me,” He nervously ran his hand through his hair, “But for the record, nothing is actually on fire,”

Y/n looked up at him with widened eyes, “No way!” She gasped, “You legit set the building on fire!”

“Be quiet,” Spencer hushed, not wanting his neighbour's first impression of him to be how he set the building on fire. “And again, nothing is burning, except the eggs I tried to cook,”

“Are you telling me that you just failed at cooking eggs?” Y/n giggled, “that’s probably more embarrassing than actually setting the building on fire,”

“Shut up,” Spencer laughed.

It didn’t take too long for a small fire truck to pull up to the sidewalk, and a grey-haired man stepped out of the driver's side. The man scanned the building for a quick moment before he spoke, “Who started the alarms?” He sighed, grabbing a small notebook and a pen.

The crowd looked at each other, wondering who had disruppted their sleep. Spencer nervously raised his hand, awkwardly muttering a small Sorry. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh as he stepped toward the grey-haired man, causing him to shoot her a quick glare. “Alright,” The man muttered as his colleague stepped out of the building, giving a quick thumbs-up, “Everyone can go back inside, except you sir,” He nodded towards Spencer, earning another giggle from Y/n as she headed back inside.

Spencer expected a fine or at the very least a harsh scold from the man. But he got nothing of the sort, and soon he too was sent back inside. He walked up the stairs for the second time that night, a little more tired this time. “Did he yell at you?” Y/n asked as he walked around the corner.

She was sitting on the floor, leaning against his front door. “No, he was very nice actually,” Spencer stopped in front of her, reaching his hand out to help her up, “I’m still a little upset about my eggs though,”

Y/n laughed as she grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull her up from the floor. “I would probably never cook eggs again if I were you,” She smiled, “Or anything else for that matter, how do you feel about raw food?”

Spencer let out a laugh, “No thank you, I guess I’ll just have to starve then,” He joked, earning a laugh from Y/n.

“Wait,” She said, “Are the eggs still in there? I want to see them?” He looked down at her, watching as she waited for his answer with anticipation.

“Come on then,“ He sighed, carefully pushing her aside to open his front door. “Welcome to my humble abode,”

She stepped inside, noticing the smell of smoke and burnt food as Spencer led her towards the kitchen. He pointed towards the frying pan, “Bon appetite,”

“Oh God,” She watched the pitch-black eggs, “This is hideous,” Y/n laughed.

“Thanks,” Spencer smiled, “That’s just how I like them,”

She grabbed the pan, scraping the burnt eggs into the trash before rinsing it with some water. “Have a seat,” She said, “You’re about to have the best eggs of your life,”

He did as he was told, taking a seat at the table as he watched her grab a new package of eggs from the fridge. There was something about the way she moved around his kitchen that made his heart flutter. “Can I ask you a question?” Spencer spoke.

“Sure, ask me anything,” She responded, cracking an egg into the pan.

“I’ve always wondered what you do for a living, there are only so many jobs that have you coming home that late at night,” Spencer asked, leaning across the table. “I’m a stripper,” She said, turning her head to look at him with serious eyes.

“Oh,” Spencer reacted, not quite knowing what to say. She stared at him for a moment before bursting out in laughter. “Relax, I’m kidding,” She laughed, “Actually, I’m doing my doctorate degree,”

Spencer let out a deep breath, glad to avoid the awkward conversation about how he was just caught off guard but had nothing against her being a stripper. “No way! What’s the subject?”

“English literature,” She smiled, placing the eggs on a plate before sliding it across the table.

Spencer widened his eyes, “That’s so cool,” He gasped, genuine excitement on his face. “I love learning,” He smiled, taking a bite of the eggs in front of him. “These are egg-squisite” He joked before taking another bite.

“I know,” Y/n giggled, taking a seat in front of him. “So, what about you Spencer, why do you come home so late at night?”

“Uh, I work in law enforcement,” He smiled, not wanting to completely scare her off with an actual explanation of his day to day life. “It’s a bit hectic,”

She pulled her legs up to her chest as she smiled, “So, do you have a badge?”

“Well, yeah, but-” He began, but was quickly interrupted. “Can I see it? Please?”

Spencer let out a sarcastic groan as he got up from his seat, heading into the hallway. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her excitement as he walked back towards her, his badge in his pocket. He sat down, handing it to her. “FBI? You’re a federal agent?” She gasped, “Why didn’t you just say that, that’s so cool,”

He didn’t have time to respond before she spoke again, “Wait, Dr Spencer Reid? You’ve got a PhD too?!”

Usually, Spencer found it incredibly awkward to receive this amount of praise, but this time, it was different. He would never admit it, but a part of him loved how he impressed her with his accomplishments. “Three,” Spencer corrected, “Three PhD’s”

“Shut up you smug nerd,” Y/n joked, watching as he folded his arms across his chest with a slight grin on his face.

“I take that as a compliment,” Spencer smiled, “I’ve always strived to be a smug nerd,”

The sun was already rising, and Spencer's phone started vibrating against the table. Aaron Hotchner the screen read. “Who’s calling you at six in the morning? Is that your lover Dr Reid?” Y/n joked, wiggling her eyebrows.

“No, Y/n, my boss,” Spencer sighed, grabbing the phone, “consider me married to my job,” he added before answering the call, “Hotch,” He spoke.

Y/n couldn’t help but admire how his demeanour changed from the dorky boy next door, to professional Dr Spencer Reid with the FBI. There was no denying that she had a desire to learn more about him, to get to know him better than anyone else. “Yeah, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” He said before hanging up the call.

“Shit,” He muttered, hurrying to grab his plate and tossing it in the sink, “Sorry, I have to go,”

“Of course, is everything alright?” She asked, watching as he hurried around his apartment.

“Yeah, well, no,” He said, “But I can’t tell you about it,”

Y/n nodded, standing up and heading towards the door. Spencer combed his fingers through his hair, ignoring that he’d be wearing the same suit as the day before as he grabbed his coat. “Again, sorry about this,” He said, “and for waking you up in the middle of the night,”

“Don’t be sorry, a smug nerd’s gotta do his nerd things, like saving the world and stuff,” Y/n smiled, “don’t die,” She added.

The two stepped out into the hallway, Spencer locking the door behind them, “I’ll try not to, my boss would be so pissed,” Spencer chuckled, “Well, bye,” He added before hurrying down the stairs.

Part 2

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[pinkcoffeecup]

coffee breaks, spencer reid

summary: Spencer finds himself smitten by the girl in the coffee shop

warnings: Sexual implications (mainly flirty jokes), otherwise just super sweet.

word count: 1813

Everyone knew how much Spencer loved coffee, in fact, some would argue that it was what kept him alive. Despite this, he’d never been the biggest fan of coffee shops. The thought of sitting alone in a room full of people as he tried to concentrate on the book he was currently reading, or the case he was currently working on, just made him rather anxious. He couldn’t help but feel like everyone was watching him, whispering about the way he liked his coffee or making fun of the clothes he was wearing. So, instead, Spencer had resorted to ordering to-go coffees for the past decade.

But for the last couple of weeks, his trips to the local coffee shop had gotten longer, and the team of profilers surrounding him hadn’t failed to notice the missing paper cup in his hand as he made his way back through the doors. “Do you think he’s actually getting coffee? Or is he just bored of us?” JJ joked, nodding towards Spencer's empty desk.

“No, Spencer is definitely getting coffee, probably more than before. Have you missed how fast he speaks?” Prentiss joked, recalling the many times they’d had to ask him to slow down as he tried to explain something to them.

“I think he’s got a girl,” Morgan smirked, “If you ask me, pretty boy found his pretty girl,”

Spencer couldn’t help but feel giddy as he walked through the coffee shop entrance for the fourth time that week. “Spencer!” Y/n smiled as she saw him, “What can I get you this fine afternoon?” She joked.

“You know, the usual,” He smiled, “I’m a very consistent man,”

He watched as she chuckled at his joke, typing his order into the old cash register. “Oh, I’ve noticed,” She giggled, “You’re here, what, twice a day? Just for a simple coffee?”

“Not only the coffee,” He looked through his wallet for a five-dollar bill, “I’m also here for the great staff,”

Once again, he watched her giggle, not missing the way a slight blush made its way to her cheeks. He handed her the bill, only for her to push it back to him, “It’s on the house,” She smiled.

“No, come on, I want to pay,” Spencer insisted, trying to hand her the bill once more, “Please,”

“Spencer, let my boss pay you for this coffee,” She joked, “It’s not like I’m paying for it,”

He couldn’t help but laugh, remembering the time he’d met her complete jerk-boss. He’d talked to her like she was a dog, and it had taken everything inside of Spencer to stay put in his seat. The man was a textbook narcissist, and Spencer wanted nothing more than to whisk Y/n away from the situation. “Fine, then consider it a gift,” He tried.

“Just let me give you one free coffee,” she rolled her eyes playfully. Spencer only sighed, placing the bill back in his wallet. “Fine,” he muttered, watching her laugh again before he sat down at his usual table.

The coffee shop was rather empty today, with only Spencer and two other people in opposite corners of the room. He pulled up the case file from his bag, placing it on the table in front of him before opening it up. Usually, he avoided looking at case details in public places, not wanting to scar the people who accidentally caught a glimpse of the horrific photographs hidden in the dark beige paper folder. But today, Spencer was only reviewing old files of robberies.

“Here you go,” Y/n smiled, placing the cup on his table. “I hope your free coffee tastes good,” she added. Spencer chuckled, “I hope you don’t go bankrupt,”

“Oh, you’ve met my boss, he’s got like five businesses and is absolutely loaded, I don’t think it’d hurt his wallet,” Y/n said, only half-joking. There was no denying that Y/n too hated her boss and the way he’d act like he was the most important man in the room at all times.

“Yeah, he’s a piece of shit,” Spencer agreed, closing the case file again. “It took everything in me not to say something,”

Y/n let out an annoyed groan as she pictured her boss walking through the doors. She took a quick glance, only making sure that it had only been her imagination before she slid into the chair in front of Spencer. “You should’ve seen what he did the other day,” She giggled, leaning in close as if her boss was lurking around the corner.

Spencer leaned across the table, meeting her halfway. “What’d he do?” he whispered.

“There’s this new girl here,” Y/n began, “She’s only nineteen, and the other day she got a call while she was at work. She just found out her dad had been in a car accident, he was fine, but hospitalised. So she, obviously, asked our boss if she could leave early, to which he started yelling at her for not putting work first,”

“Are you kidding me?” Spencer watched as Y/n shook her head, “Nope, he said something like: What’s more important? Family or work?”

Y/n continued rambling about her god awful boss, but Spencer couldn’t focus on her stories. He just couldn’t help but study her face, the small freckles on her cheeks, and the way she’d look at him through her eyelashes as she spoke. The way she giggled between her sentences, and the way she tucked her hair behind her ears. He was completely mesmerised by her.

“Are you not going to drink your coffee?” She asked, her voice still soft as she leaned a little closer. “What?” Spencer questioned, only now being snapped out of his daze.

“Your coffee,” She repeated, giggling this time, “It’s getting cold,”

Spencer glanced at the white cup next to him, “Right,” He said, “the coffee,”

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms across her chest. “Here I am, making you a free coffee, and now you don’t even want to drink it,” She jokingly threw her head back in annoyance, “Men these days have no decency,”

“Actually, you are statistically correct about that. Some argue that it is statistically proven that men do not put in the effort to appear kind or welcoming since it’s not expected of them,” Spencer rambled, not being able to pass up the opportunity to flaunt his knowledge, “But I like to think that I don’t come across as arrogant as most of them,”

Y/n couldn’t help but drop her annoyed act, smiling at the man in front of her. “You know,” She began, “There is something weird about you, I can’t really put my finger on it, but I really like it,”

It was Spencer's turn to blush, smiling as he looked down at the coffee in front of him. “You’re not too bad yourself Y/n,” he smiled, not quite sure how to respond.

“Do you want to know why I gave you a free coffee?” She asked, suppressing a giddy smile as she awaited Spencer's response. “I’d love to Y/n,” He said, hoping that she’d say what he was thinking.

“Well, you’re always nice to me, and you seem genuine about it too, not like you’re trying to get into my pants or something,” She began, watching an adoring smile spread across Spencer’s cheeks. “I guess I kind of look forward to seeing you here every day,”

For a second or two, Spencer remained silent. If he was completely honest, he didn’t know quite how to respond to her words. He very clearly looked forward to seeing her every day, so much that he vacated to the coffee shop at every chance he was given. He’d completely ignored the perfectly good coffee machine at the BAU, only to see her. “I do try,” Spencer smiled, “Glad to see my efforts are being appreciated,”

“I must say, I quite enjoy coming here too. Not only for the coffee,” He smiled, watching her cheeks blush once again. “You are honestly the highlight of my day,”

The two sat in silence for a moment, soaking up each other's words for as long as possible. But Spencer’s buzzing phone soon ruined the moment. “Sorry,” He muttered reading the text on the display. It was Hotch, letting him know that he needs to be back at work. “Duty calls,” He chuckled.

“Good luck Dr Reid,” Y/n smiled, watching as he chugged the coffee and grab his things.

He stood from his seat, “I, uh, thank you for the coffee,” He said, suddenly nervous. But Y/n only smiled, watching as he took a few steps towards the door.

His hand was almost on the handle before he turned back, meeting Y/n back at the table. “Sorry, I was just hoping that I could repay you for that coffee,” He said.

“What do you have in mind?” Y/n asked, hoping that he’d understand what she was getting at.

“Well, I was thinking dinner, but if you have anything different in mind, I would gladly do that instead,” Spencer grinned, noticing how she tensed her back ever so slightly at his words. “Let me know when you’re free,”

Spencer turned back towards the door, proudly walking away. “Wait, I don’t have your number,” Y/n remembered. “It’s under the cup,” He laughed, walking out the door.

...

Spencers proud steps continued as he pushed open the BAU doors, smiling as he thought back to his conversation with Y/n. “What’s got you all giddy?” JJ asked as Spencer plopped down in his chair. “What? Nothing?” Spencer tried, somehow forgetting he was in a room full of profilers. “Is she hot?” Emily asked, not bothering to filter her thoughts.

“Emily!” JJ scolded, ignoring Morgans laughter from behind her. “Is she though?” Morgan continued, causing Spencer to let out an annoyed groan.

Morgan sat down on the side of Spencer’s desk, showing that he wasn’t going anywhere without Spencer sharing his secrets. “This has to be against some kind of workplace regulation,” Spencer muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, and you running off to hop your girlfriend's bones during your breaks isn’t?” Morgan joked, loving the way Spencer's face turned bright red.

“Morgan, that is not what I’m doing,” Spencer tried, but the team only laughed, “And if it was, I wouldn’t tell you,” he added.

Spencer had never been happier to see Hotch’s serious expression than when he stepped out of his office, distracting the team from Spencer’s love life. “We’ve got a case,” He said, causing Spencer to let out a relieved breath.

“Saved by the bell,” Prentiss joked, as they dispersed from Spencer's desk. Right as he was about to get up from his seat, his phone buzzed once again.

Dr Reid, I’m free Friday night.

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Hello my sweet friend, I'm sorry I'm interrupting your scrolling but I wanted to check in with you again, don't worry, this is a safe place for you to land.

I hope you find the story you need tonight, I bet your comfort character is so excited to see what adventures you're going to have. Will you be friends? Lovers? Found family? How exciting to not know just yet, to get to discover the world all over again with your comfort characters that adore you.

Did you eat today? Have you drank water? Sweet one your comfort character wants you to take care of yourself. I know it's hard but any progress is better than being stagnate, but If it was too hard today then please remember that tomorrow is a new day and it's okay to let yourself rest. You deserve rest, you deserve love and you deserve to know how amazing you are sweet one.

I'll let you get back to your scrolling now, I hope you find the story you need, I hope you lose yourself in the fantasy world you love with the characters that touch your soul. I hope that your comfort character brings you peace and that one day you won't have to escape into stories just to get away from the horrors and hurt of the real world.

I love you, your comfort character loves you. We believe in you sweet one. Go on, they're waiting for you. You're the best part of their day, they love you for you, flaws and all.

From the late night scroller, a fellow lost soul looking for a safe place to land. From a dreamer who's just a random sad fangirl on the internet, a random girl who believes in you with everything she has.

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literally made my day

[pinkcoffeecup]

half full glass of wine, spencer reid

based on the song ‘half full glass of wine’ by tame impala

summary: When Spencer finally comes back from a case, he is eager to catch up on lost time. 

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, dom!Spencer, sub!reader, fingering, degradation, penetrative sex, alcohol consumption, description of masturbation, pet names, swearing (lmk if i missed any)

word count: 1551

Spencer had been busy with work. His dedication was something that Y/n had always admired, but now she hadn’t seen him in two weeks, and tonight the two were supposed to have a night in, eating a nice home-cooked meal for once, just like a couple was supposed to. But then Spencer had called her and in an apologetic tone explained that he’d been forced out to a bar with his co-workers, but that he wouldn’t be home late. But now Y/n had been sitting at the dining table for three hours, watching the candles slowly burn out, two plates of cold pasta in front of her and an unopened bottle of wine.

She gave up at seventeen minutes past midnight, grabbing the bottle and one of the two wine glasses, sitting down on the couch. She wasn’t mad, at least that’s what she told herself as she filled the glass to the brim, taking a large gulp of the liquid.

It wasn’t until the clock struck 1:26 am that Spencer entered through the front door, carefully closing it behind him. He couldn’t help but feel guilty as he noticed the cold, untouched pasta and the sad lump of candle wax on the table.

He slowly entered the bedroom, begging that she wouldn’t be angry at him for being home so late. Spencer looked at her sleeping body splayed out across the bed. To Spencer, Y/n always looked perfect, seeing her always brought a smile to his face. But tonight it was different, tonight Spencer was grinning.

Maybe it was the way that one of her breasts had almost spilt out of her tank top, or the way her skimpy shorts had been hiked up in her sleep, revealing practically her entire ass for him. Whatever it was, it made him practically feel the blood flow to his cock.

He took a few steps towards her, running a hand through his hair before he sat down on the mattress. He let his fingers graze her skin, slowly making their way up her leg.

Y/n mumbled something in her sleep, something Spencer couldn’t quite make out. He waited for a second before letting his fingers move further up her body, only stopping once he reached her ass cheek. He grabbed the flesh, only letting go to deliver a light slap to her skin, watching as it jiggled.

Once more, Y/n stirred in her sleep, letting out a deep breath. Spencer let his hand grab the flesh once more before pressing a small kiss to the skin. “God I love you,” He whispered against her.

“Spence?” She mumbled, lifting her body off the mattress to look at her boyfriend. But before she got to do so, Spencer pushed her back down, a firm grip on her hips holding her against the mattress. “I really missed you,” He muttered, placing kisses against her neck.

“Tortured me. Knowing you were here all alone whilst I was in a tiny bed with Morgan on the other side of the country,” Spencer continued, ignoring Y/n’s small whimpers as he bit her skin lightly, “but I’m here now,”

She tried to turn around again, but Spencer was quick to tighten his grip, “I’m gonna need you to stay like this, I like the view,” He explained, “stay still for me darling, okay?”

“Mhm,” She breathed, letting Spencer hook his fingers at the hem of her shorts, “Is this okay?” He asked, twisting the fabric between his fingers.

“Yes, yeah, it’s good,” Y/n muttered, lifting her hips off the mattress to help him slide the shorts down her legs. Spencer didn’t hesitate, her approval being all he needed to go completely feral. “You don’t know what you do to me,” He said.

His hands travelled back up her legs, cupping her ass. “Been looking forward to this for so long,” He muttered, moving further up her body, lingering at her breasts, “You just looked so perfect laying here. So perfectly fuckable for me,”

He slowly pulled her underwear down her legs, watching the way she squirmed. “Thought I told you to stay still,” He breathed, sliding a finger through her folds, “All this,” He gathered her wetness at the tip of his fingers, “for who?”

“You, only you Spencer,” Goosebumps spread across her body as he let his fingers play with her clit, carefully flicking it. “What about when I was gone? Did you touch yourself?”

Y/n moaned softly, arching her back to give him more access. “Y/n? Princess, did you touch yourself when I was gone?”

“Mhm, I missed you,” She breathed, “Thought about you,”

“Oh, did you now?” Spencer teased, “What exactly did you think about? I’m curious,” He loved how in control he felt in her presence, how she did whatever he wanted.

If Spencer was honest, he’d found himself locked in the bathroom of his and Morgans shared bathroom, masturbating as his mind travelled back to all the times he’d fucked Y/n. “I just-” Y/n started, but she was quickly cut off by a gasp as Spencer entered two of his fingers into her. He only chuckled, loving how she fell apart in front of him, “You what darling?”

“I thought about how you’d touch me,” She said, “How your fingers feel inside me,”

He curved his fingers, making her back arch and a loud moan fall from her lips, “Like this?” Spencer asked, only getting a whine and a small nod as a response. “You know, I do prefer when you speak up, but I’ll let it slide just this once,”

“Sorry,” She breathed, Spencer only grinning at her apology.

His thumb circled her clit as he let his fingers continue working inside of her, and whilst Y/n was a whining mess, Spencer couldn’t stop smiling. “God, you’re so pretty like this,” He said, “So good for me,”

“Spence,” She moaned, “I’m gonna-”  She didn’t have time to finish her sentence before Spencer interrupted, “Go ahead darling,”

She grabbed the covers, squeezing the fabric in her fists as she orgasmed. She’d been longing for him since the second he left two weeks ago, and now that she finally had him before her, her orgasm only intensified.

He pulled his fingers out, letting them travel up her body. Thin wet lines made their way up her chest, across her tank top and only stopping once they reached her mouth. His finger rested softly at her bottom lip, “open up,” He mumbled, “taste it,”

Y/n did as she was told, letting his fingers slide into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his wet fingers, tasting the sweet substance. Her eyes found Spencer’s as he slowly pushed his fingers deeper, his eyes dark and focused. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, “Or would that be too much?”

Despite his question, he kept pushing his fingers deeper in her mouth, testing her limits. Y/n muttered a small ‘mhm’ around his fingers, but Spencer only laughed, “Sorry, I couldn’t quite understand that. Speak up,”

She did her best to speak as his fingers reached her throat, making her gag reflex kick in. His fingers pulled back, an impressed grin on his face as he watched the saliva spill down her lip. “Now, what did you say darling?”

“Fuck me,” She breathed, “Please,”

He flipped her around before standing from the bed, unbuttoning his trousers, letting them fall to the ground along with his boxers. Y/n couldn’t help but let out an impatient whine as she watched his hard cock spring up, hitting his stomach. “I know, I know,” He grinned, “But I’m not a fan of impatient brats,”

“But I’m feeling so very kind today, so I’ll let that slide too,” He muttered, climbing on top of her. He lined his cock up with her entrance, watching her eager nod before he pushed inside, “Fuck,” He moaned as he buried himself deep inside her, “So perfect,”

Slowly, Spencer started thrusting in and out of her, letting his hand travel up to her breast. He grabbed the flesh, pulling it out of her tank top as Y/n moaned deeply. His fingers carefully pinched her nipple before leaning down to press a kiss to the skin. “Such a pretty girl,” He breathed against her skin, “So very pretty,”

He pounded deep inside of her, causing her to let out a loud, almost pornographic moan. “Let it all out,” Spencer smirked, “I wanna hear it all,”

“Spencer,” She moaned, grabbing his hair as he continued sucking on her skin, “Shit, Spence,”

He couldn’t help but love the way his name fell off her lips so perfectly, “Don’t stop,” She added, only causing Spencer and his blooming ego to speed up his pace, kissing her breasts roughly. “Wasn’t planning on it,” He groaned.

“Can I cum Spencer?” She whined, her voice high pitched as he chuckled against her skin. “Go ahead, cum with me,” He muttered.

The two let the orgasm wash over them, Spencer riding it out before collapsing on top of her. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, slowly pulling out of her and plopping down next to her. “Sorry I came home so late,” He said, “I really didn’t mean to,”

“It’s okay,” She sighed, curling up next to him, “You made up for it,”

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lover boy, spencer reid

Summary: Spencer has a hard time expressing his love for Y/n, but during late nights when she’s peacefully sleeping in his arms, it all spills out.

Warnings: Spencer being adorable (i’m feeling sappy ugh help)

Word count: 420 

based on the song lvr boy by awfultune

“Y/n?” Spencer whispered, looking down at the girl on his chest, “are you awake?”

Y/n didn't respond, she just let out a small breath as she cuddled closer to him. Spencer smiled for a short moment, "I'm so thankful that you stick around," He continued, "like, no matter what, you're always with me, always there to make sure I'm okay,"

Spencer thought back to all the times when she'd been there when he'd woken up from a nightmare, holding him until he fell back asleep. Or the times she'd drop everything to hurry to the BAU whenever Hotch had sent her a worried text. "I'm always worried that you'll find a reason to leave me, but you keep telling me that you won't,"

He let his fingers find their way to her head, playing with her hair. "I just love you so much," He could almost feel his eyes watering as he spoke, "And it's terrifying because I've never felt like this about anyone ever before," Slowly, a tear trickled down his cheek.

"I just don't know where I'd be if you hadn't come along," Spencer was speaking so quietly, his voice cracking at every other word. "I need you to know that no matter what, I'll always feel that way about you,"

She stirred a little in his arms, "I should really tell you this when you're awake too," Spencer chuckled, another tear making its way down his cheek, "It's just a lot easier like this,"

“I’m just so unbelievably in love with you,” He sighed, sniffling quietly as he continued playing with Y/n’s hair. “Love you too Spence,”

He wasn’t sure if he’d imagined her voice, but once he felt her soft body move against his, shifting her position so that she could look at him. She reached her hands up to his face, softly wiping the tears off his cheeks. 

Her actions only caused Spencer’s eyes to water once more, tears spilling out at a rapid pace. “Don’t worry, I’m not leaving,” She said, a soft smile resting on her lips as she wiped the tears off his face once more. “You mean the world to me, you’re my genius,”

“God,” Spencer breathed through the tears, “I can’t believe I’m so lucky to have found you,” He placed a hand on her head, slowly bringing it to rest at his chest once more. Y/n only curled closer, “I’m the lucky one,” She said.

“You make me so happy,” She smiled against his chest, “You’re my lover boy,”

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pretty girl, spencer reid

Summary: When Y/n’s impulsive actions land her in an FBI interrogation room, she is quick to seek comfort from the friendly Dr Spencer Reid

Warnings: NSFW!, Dom!Spencer, Sub!Fem!Reader penetrative sex, fingering, pet names (pretty girl, princess, darling), heavy flirting, choking kink, slight degradation, case details, violence description

Word count: 2081

Y/n had somehow found herself handcuffed to an interrogation table at the FBI. Maybe it was the way she had spat at one of the dark-haired men in a suit when he’d tried to question her, but Y/n thought it seemed like a slight overreaction.

The door was swung open, and the very same man entered the room, wearing a new tie this time. “Y/n Y/l/n, I’m Agent Hotchner with the behavioural analysis unit at the FBI,” He said quickly, taking a seat in front of her, “Do you know why we’re here?”

“Look, I know I shouldn’t have spat at you, or called you pigs, but isn’t this slightly overdramatic?” She scoffed, leaning back in her seat, “I mean, did you really feel the need to handcuff me?”

“Alfred Jones,” Agent Hotchner’s voice was stern as if she was a child being scolded, “Does that ring any bells?”

Y/n chuckled slightly, trying to suppress the awful memories of Alfred Jones, “It rings warning bells. Whatever that piece of shit has done now, I had nothing to do with it,”

Agent Hotchner paused, carefully watching Y/n’s every expression. “Alfred Jones was murdered two days ago,”

She didn’t move an inch. Y/n wasn’t stupid, in fact, she was way more intelligent than what she gave herself credit for. She knew what this looked like, the man she hated the most had wound up dead. “You don’t seem surprised,” The agent concluded. “Not very upset either,”

“Did he deserve it Y/N?” He continued, but Y/n had watched enough movies to know what he was doing. “Alfred was stabbed twenty-seven times in his chest, four of which want directly through his heart,”

He slammed an open file onto the metal table, but Y/n refused to look down, still stying impossibly still. “Seems like an angry ex to me,” Agent Hotchner was practically taunting her, probably unaware of what’d happened in their relationship. “And that’s how we found you, Y/n,”

“Low intelligence, impulsive, lonely,” He started, “You check all the boxes,”

Y/n was glad that the man stood up when he did, because she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Agent Hotchner left as quickly as he’d arrived, leaving Y/n alone in the room.

She let out a deep breath, holding back the tears that threatened to spill at any second. “Shit,” She groaned.

Soon, the door was opened once again, slowly this time. A new man entered the room, carefully closing the door behind him. Everything about him was so drastically opposite from Agent Hotchner's toughness.

He smiled softly as he sat down, moving his curly hair out of his face before he spoke. “Hi, I’m Dr Spencer Reid,” He reached forward, a small silver key in his hand. His hand gripped her wrist, letting the key slide into the lock and removing her cuffs. “Not a fan of talking with these things on,” He chuckled, twirling them around his fingers before shoving them into his pocket.

“So, Y/n, could you tell me a little about Alfred Jones?” He asked. Y/n glanced down at her red wrist, wincing slightly as she brushed against the skin. “Yeah, I know, Hotch can be like that sometimes,” Dr Reid added, giving her a sympathetic smile.

“Look, Dr Reid, I know what you’re doing,” She said, leaning forward. Spencer mirrored her movements, leaning closer as if she’d tell him a secret. “Coming in here acting overly kind, as if I wouldn’t see the gun at your waist,” Y/n continued, “I don’t buy it,”

He placed a finger between them, motioning for her to lean closer to him. She did, seemingly without thinking about the fact that she was being set up for murder. “Listen, Y/n, they sent me in here, hoping that you’d find me less threatening than Agent Hotchner,” He nodded towards the window behind him, “But I don’t think you mind threatening, do you?”

“I didn’t find him intimidating,” Her voice was quiet, yet her words were truthful. In Agent Hotchner's presence, she was calm, calculated. But with Dr Reid in front of her, searching her eyes for the slightest clue, Y/n felt small, anxious. “Oh I know that darling,” He smiled, yet there was something darker in his eyes, and it made Y/n shift in her seat. “Just look at you, squirming in your seat. And forgive me if I’m mistaken, but I’d like to think that it’s got something to do with me, no?”

Y/n opened her mouth, hoping to make a quick, snarky remark. But Spencer was quick to notice her chance of rebuttal, leaning back in his chair, “Alfred Jones,” He said, “Tell me about Alfred Jones,”

“Well, I didn’t kill him,” Her voice still felt weak, her throat dry from the previous interaction. “I didn’t say you did,” Spencer’s voice, however, seemed to stay steady, adopting a few of Agent Hotchner’s stern features as he spoke, “Learn to follow instructions,”

She glanced up at the dark window, somehow feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment, “Don’t worry about them, you’ve got nothing to hide, right?”

“Now, tell me Y/n,” He spread his legs, looking obscurely relaxed in his chair, “Why did Alfred Jones find himself dead?”

“Why should I do your job for you?” She scoffed, “Figure it out, Doctor,”

He leaned forward once more, grinning as he spoke, “I’m the one asking questions little one, you just do as I say,” His eyes looked into hers with an intensity that made Y/n subconsciously cross her legs, something that didn’t go unnoticed from Spencer. “Do you understand?” Y/n could only nod, “Good girl,”

“So, where were we,” He leaned back in his seat, raising his voice again. “Oh, right. What made you hate Alfred Jones so much you’d want him dead?”

Y/n closed her eyes for a short moment, once again trying to hold back her tears. “I, uh, I didn’t kill him,” She began, “But he had it coming. He was a violent piece of shit, ready to punch the living hell out of anyone who crossed him. He had a lot of enemies, but then again, I guess that’s why I’m here,”

“Did he ever hurt you?” Spencer asked, his voice slightly softer now.

Y/n nodded softly, looking down at her wrist once again, “It wasn’t that bad, I knew how to stay out of his way. A lot of people had it a whole lot worse,” She thought back to all the people he’d hurt, all the people she’d let him hurt.

“Who’d he hurt worse? Anyone special?” He questioned, and Y/n only sighed again. “There was this one kid. Someone he sold alcohol to sometimes. He’d usually be caught in the middle whenever he’d bug Alfred too much. I, uh, I think his name was Zach?” Dr Spencer Reid stood up quickly, rushing out the door as he searched his pocket for his phone.

Y/n was unsure of how long she was left alone in the dull room. For a while, she’d wondered if they’d forgotten all about her, too busy finding the poor kid named Zach.

Eventually, the door was swung open once more. Only this time, both Agent Hotchner and Dr Reid made their way through the door. “Y/n Y/l/n, you’re free to go,” Agent Hotchner muttered, a bored look on his face, “Dr Reid will show you out,” He nodded towards Spencer as if he was unaware they’d already met.

Y/n was quick out of her chair, itching to get out of the awful room, “So you found the guy, was it Zach?” She asked, curious what had happened in the time she’d been alone.

Spencer gestured for her to exit the room, following after her, “Couldn’t have done it without you,” Spencer said, stopping in front of the elevator. “Again, sorry about Hotch, he was, uh, a little pissed that you spat in his face,”

“Yeah, I guess it’s valid,” She chuckled, remembering how she’d yelled at the men who’d barged in through her door.

“You know, I just can’t see it,” Spencer said, earning a confused frown from the girl next to him. “You just don’t seem like the kind of girl to react like that. I mean, if you’d ask me, I’d say you were pretty easy to control,”

His words made her face turn red, and Spencer could only chuckle at the way she nervously looked down at the ground. “But then again, I think you enjoyed it just as much as I did, didn’t you?”

The elevator doors opened in front of them, Spencer and Y/n both stepping inside. She watched as his hand grazed the entrance button, only to move past it and slowly press the basement level. “What are you doing?”

Spencer didn’t say anything, only looked at her and her red cheeks. He was shocked how she’d managed to look so sweet, despite how she’d practically been accused of murder only a few hours earlier.

Still, the doors opened once they reached the entrance, something Y/n passed off as a technical issue. “You can get out if you want, I’m not keeping you here,” He said.

She didn’t move, something she’d grown pretty good at over the last couple of hours. The two waited as the doors closed painfully slow, but the second they slammed shut, Y/n found herself clinging to Spencer’s body, her lips pressed to his.

He grabbed her cheeks roughly, pulling her closer against him. Once more, he found his control over the girl so incredibly amusing, he even found himself laughing as he kissed her. “Look at you,” He said, “Practically throwing yourself at me,”

“Shut up,” She grinned, pressing their lips back against each other. “Nah ah,” Spencer pulled back, “Now that’s not a very nice thing to say, is it?”

He had been half-joking when he said it, but once he saw her shoulders slump and her breath hitch as he gripped her waist, he realised how much he liked it. “Sorry,” She muttered.

“Good girl,” As if the timing couldn’t be any worse, the elevator came to a stop. Spencer was quick to drop his hands from Y/n, taking a few steps forward as the doors slowly opened.

He glanced out into the dark hallway, grabbing Y/n’s hand before pulling her down the corridor. “What’s the hurry?” Y/n joked, giggling as she tried to keep up with his steps.

“I think you’re forgetting that we’re in a federal building filled with highly trained agents,” Spencer muttered, pulling her into a filing room. He swiftly locked the door behind him.

“You do this often, Dr Reid?” Y/n giggled, referring to the way he knew precisely where to take her. He pushed her against the wall, placing small kisses along her throat. “Are you calling me a whore?”

His hands trailed down her waist, playing with the hem of her skirt, “For your information,” He began, kissing her lips, “No, I’ve never fucked a girl in a filing room at work,” A small chuckle escaped his mouth as he lifted her up.

She swung her legs around his waist, her skirt rising to her waist. He slid his hands underneath the material, hooking his fingers in her underwear. “Now, I need a formal yes, no more joking,” Spencer muttered, twirling the hem of her panties between his fingers.

“Yes,” She stated, “Just get on with it,”

“Ask nicely,” Spencer grinned, desperate to hear her beg, “Good girls ask nicely,”

She whimpered slightly as he dipped a hand inside her panties, “Yes, please, shit, please,” She let her head fall back as he lightly breezed past her clit. “I think you can do better than that Darling,”

He pulled his fingers back, letting the hem of her panties slap against her skin. “Please, Dr Reid, please fuck me,” She begged, “I’ll do anything just please Spencer,”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” He pulled her panties down her legs, Y/n lifting her legs as to help him remove them. “But remember,” He said, “When I’m fucking you so hard you can’t even think straight, you asked for this,”

“No,” He corrected, “You begged for this,”

He shoved the panties inside his pocket before letting his fingers dip back between her folds. “So wet for me,” He mumbled, “Ever tasted yourself before pretty girl?”

She could only shake her head no. He lifted his wet fingers up to her closed mouth, tapping her bottom lip, “open up,” He said, and Y/n was quick to follow his instructions, “See, instructions aren’t that hard,”

Y/n swirled her tongue around his fingers, “Glad you decided to be a good girl,” He grinned, watching as she sucked his fingers clean, “Putting your pretty mouth to work,”

He slowly pulled his fingers back, letting them fall back down between her legs. He slid two fingers inside of her, letting his thumb play with her clit. Spencer seemed to surprise himself when he found his free hand at her throat, gripping it lightly.

Once again, Y/n only let out a moan. “Oh, wow,” Spencer groaned, “You, my dear, are a lot dirtier than I expected,” His lips found hers, kissing her as she moaned into his mouth. “Can’t say I’m disappointed,” He let his grip around her throat tighten slightly, only earning a whimper from Y/n.

“Spencer,” She moaned, “I’m gonna-”

He considered letting her cum for a second, but then decided against it. “Hold it, wanna enjoy the view for a bit longer,” He grinned, adding another finger inside of her. “Please, just let me-” She tried.

“Let you what Princess?” He asked, flicking her clit, “Wanna hear you say it,”

“Please, Spencer, please let me cum,” She whined, “Please!”

Spencer looked at her for a short moment, admiring the way her eyebrows furrowed together in pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. “Alright, cum for me Princess,”

Y/n didn’t wait another second, throwing her head back in pleasure as he continued circling her clit. “Shit, that was-”

“Oh, we’re not done yet,” Spencer laughed, “I thought you said you wanted me to fuck you,”

She recalled saying the words, begging him to fuck her. “So I’m gonna use you, just how I please, and you’re gonna take it,” He looked down at her, “unless you’ve changed your mind of course,”

“No!” She replied, only a little too fast, “Sorry, no, I want you to fuck me,” She grabbed his grey tie, holding him close. “I want you to use me, and I’m gonna take it,”

Spencer chuckled, “A quick learner I see,” He let her fingers make their way to his zipper, pulling it down with eager. His trousers pooled on the floor along with his underwear, revealing his impressive package. “Now, I’m going to need you to turn around, I wanna see that pretty ass of yours,”

He watched as she quickly turned, pressing her body up against the wall before he lined himself up against her entrance, slapping her clit a few times before sliding inside her. “Shit,” He groaned, “You’re so perfect,” Once more, his hand found her throat, wrapping it tightly and pulling her back against his chest.

He hit spots inside Y/n that she never knew existed, and she was a pathetically moaning mess for him. “Taking me so well Princess,” Spencer muttered, “Such a good little fuck toy,”

“What are you?” Spencer asked, desperate to hear the dirty words stumble out of her pretty mouth. “I’m your fuck toy,” She moaned.

“Yes, you are,” He groaned, “That’s all you are, my perfect toy, perfectly ready for me to fuck,”

Spencer let his hand travel further up her throat, tilting her head up roughly to look at her. “So pretty,” He breathed.

“Spencer,” She moaned, “Please, I’m going to cum, I can’t-”

“Don’t hold it, cum for me pretty girl,” He held her head steady, wanting to see her face as she came on top of him. He followed closely behind, slowly riding out both of their orgasms.

She slid down the wall, sitting down on the floor as she exhaled deeply. “Could’ve been worse I guess,” She joked, watching as he pulled his pants back up his legs.

“Oh, come on,” He laughed, “You were a moaning mess,” He picked her up off the floor, placing an arm around her waist as he unlocked the door. “Hold on,” She stopped him the second he was about to step out into the hallway. “I think you’re forgetting something,”

“Sweetheart, I don’t know if I told you this, I don’t forget-” He began, but was interrupted by Y/n, “My underwear,”

“Oh,” Spencer said, pushing the door open and stepping out, pulling Y/n after him. “Like I said,” He continued, walking her to the elevator, “I don’t forget things,”

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[pinkcoffeecup]

fear, spencer reid

based on the song fear by current joys <3

Summary: Spencer finds himself once again losing his battle with addiction, but this time Y/n is there with him.

warnings: drug use, swearing, angsty fluff!

Word count: 1067

She hadn’t woken up until she heard the loud noise of glass shattering against the floor, and the alarming emptiness next to her was enough for her to worry. She heard how he stumbled around the living room, muttering a few things she couldn't quite make out. There was another loud thud, followed by a long silence.

Y/n stood up, slowly walking out the room, “Spencer?” her voice was soft, almost as if she was afraid of what’d happen if she’d been louder.

He was sitting on the floor, his legs pulled close to his chest as his hands gripped his head. Spencer, who rarely cussed, was now muttering a long string of harsh words as he shook his head profusely. “Spence?”

His head snapped up to look at her, and her heart broke into a thousand pieces as she saw the fear in his eyes. She took a few steps towards him, careful not to step on the shards of glass around them. Crouching down, she reached her hand towards him.

“Don’t,” He whispered, but Y/n ignored him, placing her hand on his knee. “Don’t!” Spencer repeated, pushing her hand off him and standing up, continuing his march across the floor.

“Y/n don’t, I can’t-” Y/n watched as he noticed the glass on the floor, “Fuck!” He shouted, Y/n flinching slightly at the loud noise.

“Please, Spencer,” Y/n tried, "calm down," She found herself searching the room as he continued his march. She knew exactly what she was looking for, yet she hoped it’d be nowhere to be found. “Spencer,” She looked at the small needle in the corner of the room, “Are you high?”

He stopped dead in his tracks, “Are you high?” She repeated. Spencer hurried to the needle, tossing it in the closest garbage can, “No I’m not high! Just leave me alone Y/n!”

But they both knew it was a lie. Spencer had no idea why he had done it, there was simply no logic behind his actions. He wished he could explain it to her, but there was nothing for him to say that’d make it any better. “You don’t know anything! Can't you just for once leave me alone?!”

When he got no response, and the thick uneasy air of silence embraced them, he finally turned to face her, and his heart broke as he saw her watery eyes. Spencer reached a hand towards her face, wanting to be ready to wipe her tears once they spilled, almost as if that would fix everything. But Y/n was faster, wiping her tears the second they fell, turning around and taking a deep breath before she moved to the shattered glass, carefully picking up the pieces one by one.

Spencer found himself frozen in place as he thought about what had just happened, about the absurdity of the situation before him. “Stop that,” He muttered, but Y/n continued picking the shards up despite her sniffles, “Y/n, for fucks sake!” He moved towards her, placed his hand on her shoulder.

The way she froze at his touch, her whole body tensing up under his grip caused him to pull back. It made his whole body hurt thinking that she would ever be afraid of him, “Come on,” He continued, desperately wanting to get a reaction out of her, “Fine, I’m sorry! Okay?”

“Spencer,” She said quietly, “please stop,” her hands shook as she picked up the last few pieces, slowly tossing them in the trash, covering the needle.

Spencer too was shaking, but for a whole different reason. “Spencer, look at you!” She cried, tears streaming down her face too fast for her to wipe away.

He stepped back, tripping over his own feet, “Jesus Christ Y/n! Don’t make this any worse than it has to be,” Spencer groaned, still refusing to admit what had happened. “It’s not a big deal!”

Y/n’s mouth had dropped open at his words, “Not a big deal? Spencer are you serious! I can’t believe you!” They had probably woken up the entire apartment complex at this point, but it was a truth that didn’t seem to cross either of their minds.

“Why are you mad at me?” Spencer stepped forward this time, too antsy to stand still, “You’re acting like I want to be like this!”

Just as Y/n was about to respond, Spencer's ringtone was heard through the apartment. He hurried towards it, muttering a few curse words before declining the call. Soon enough, tears were running down Spencer’s cheeks too. Neither of them said anything this time, both of them silently watching the other's tear-stained cheeks.

The phone rang once more, and this time, Spencer found himself placing the phone to his ear, “What?!”

It was silent on the other end of the call, “Spencer, hang up,” Y/n’s voice was softer again. "Please, Spence," She didn't need to read the display to know who was at the other line, Spencer's list of possible callers wasn't exactly long.

“What’s going on?” Hotch’s voice was laced with concern as he spoke through the phone, “Reid?”

Spencer didn't say a word, slowly coming to the conclusion that Hotch finding out about his state would only make matters worse. "Spencer, give me the phone," Y/n spoke silently, taking a few steps forward to grab the phone. Spencer decided to follow Y/n’s instructions for the first time that night, handing her the phone. He sank down onto the floor, small sobs leaving his mouth as he shook. "Hey, uh, Spencer can't really talk right now,"

"Can I help?" Hotch knew what was happening, and he'd already managed to make his way to his car, all whilst Spencer stayed in his place on the floor, Y/n's heart sinking as she watched his body shake with each sob, "I'll let you know if I need any help, thank you," She hung up the phone, not knowing that Hotch was already sitting in his car, his keys in the ignition.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, I promise I am,” He cried, Y/n slowly moving towards him again and cautiously placing her hand on his knee once again. “Please,” He sobbed, “Don’t go,”

Y/n wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close as she leaned her back against the wall. “I’m not going anywhere,” She held a hand at the back of his head, letting her own tears quietly fall down her cheeks, “I promise,”

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[pinkcoffeecup]

idk if you take request but you should do a part three of hotch's daughter where it's him finding out about them!

so about thattttt... just posted it hehe

i feel like that was a natural end for the mini series but if you want more and have an ideas for what you wanna see feel free to let me know <3

[pinkcoffeecup]

hotch’s daughter, spencer reid (pt 3)

<-- read previous part here

Summary: When Y/n Hotchner comes back from collage, Spencer finds himself  thinking a little too much about his bosses daughter. And despite Morgan’s attempts to talk Spencer down from pursuing the young girl, he just can’t help himself.

chapter warnings: smut! Spencer x Fem!reader, Hotch’s Daughter!Reader, fingering, pet names (princess, baby), heavy use of ‘good girl’, slight choking, a lot of flirting, age gap (ten years), separate warning before NSFW content

Word count: 3357

“How was your day off?”

Spencer had entered the bullpen less than one minute ago. He had not even had time to hang his bag on the back of his chair before Rossi was standing next to him, a sly smile on his face. “I, uh, yeah it was good,” Spencer said.

“That’s good,” Rossi mumbled, “oh, and, uh, how’s Y/n doing?”

Spencer turned to face the man next to him, a confused look on his face. Spencer, however, was only confused for a second or so before realising Morgans obvious part in Rossi’s knowledge. “What?”

“Well, you went to see her, no?” Rossi continued, always one to pry. Actually, dipping his nose into other people’s business was almost Rossi’s favourite thing to do, especially when the secrets involved his bosses daughter. “Why do you think that?” Spencer tried, avoiding the question.

Rossi let out a small laugh, “Well,” He began, but was interrupted by Hotch appearing next to them. “Reid, great to have you back. I hope you managed to rest on your day off,” Spencer gave the man a little nod, Rossi smirking slightly before leaving to his office.

“There’s no case today, just paperwork,” Hotch announced before leaving Spencer alone at his desk. Finally, Spencer had the chance to sit down, taking a deep breath before opening the file on the table in front of him.

Spencer managed to work rather effectively. He’d almost finished his paperwork when he felt a buzz in his pocket. He grabbed his phone, his face lighting up ever so slightly once he read the name on the screen. "Hey you,” Spencer greeted, giving his surroundings a glance.

“Hello Doc,” Y/n giggled from the other end, “I just have a quick question, you think you can answer it?”

Spencer smiled as he heard her voice, along with another set of giggles in the background, “Probably, give it a try,”

She said something Spencer couldn’t quite make out, probably speaking to the other person with her, “So, Spence,” She began, “How many people live in Thurmond?”

“In West Virginia?” He questioned chuckling slightly as he did. “Mhm,” She laughed.

“If you’re trying to set me up here, it’s not working,” Spencer said, still smiling as he heard the faint groan at the other end of the phone, “Alright Y/n, as of 2010, five people live in Thurmond, West Virginia. But it’s rarely considered a city,”

“See! I told you!” She cheered, “He knows everything,” He heard the small sound of Y/n taking Spencer off the speakerphone, followed by quick footsteps.

Spencer made another glance around the room, double-checking that no one was around before he continued. “So, did I pass?” He asked.

“Perfectly, but I never doubted that you would,” She said proudly. Spencer could practically hear the smile on her lips as she spoke.

He leaned back in his chair, sighing as he spoke, “Do I get a prize?” Spencer glanced up to Hotch’s office door for the third time, making sure it was perfectly shut.

She was quiet for a moment, thinking about what to say, “I, uh, did you have something in mind?” She said, a slight nervousness in her voice.

“Oh, I have a lot of things in mind Princess,” He grinned, “but I’m sure we can work something out tonight,”

As Spencer waited for her response, he heard a small cough from behind him, causing his head to snap back quickly. Behind him, Morgan was standing with a disgusted look on his face, “I, uh, I have to go, see you later,” He hurried, shoving the phone back inside his pocket.

“Come on Spencer, at work? Seriously?” Morgan groaned, “Keep it in your pants dude!”

Spencer felt his cheeks flush, “Shut up,” He muttered, earning a small chuckle from the man in front of him. “You’re not only sleeping with your bosses daughter, but you’re also talking to her about it whilst he’s ten feet away. What’s gotten into you pretty boy?”

A part of Derek was proud of Spencer for going after what he wanted, stepping out of his shell. But he really did wish that it’d been someone than Y/n. “Nothing has gotten into me Morgan, and again, I haven’t slept with her,”

Technically, Spencer wasn’t lying. Finding loopholes was one of Spencer’s specialities. “You keep telling yourself that, but it won’t make much of a difference once Hotch finds out,”

Spencer knew he was right, but for some reason, he just couldn’t bring himself to care. “When Hotch finds out about what?” Penelope, who’d just appeared behind Morgan, asked. “Nothing!” Spencer was quick to answer, “there’s nothing,”

Penelope Garcia was not exactly known for being the best at keeping secrets like these, whether it was accidental or not, she never seemed to be able to keep them. “What? Please! I won’t tell anyone,” She looked between Spencer and Derek with hopeful eyes, “Oh, I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough,” Morgan chuckled bringing Penelope with him as he left.

Spencer was quick to finish his work, and after an agonisingly long day, he was finally able to drop the files on Hotch’s desk, muttering a quick goodbye before hurrying to his car. Y/n didn’t live too far away, which Spencer was eternally thankful for.

He had parked his car at the supermarket parking lot across from Y/n’s apartment building, and soon he found himself outside her front door. He knocked on the wooden door three times, the door swinging open within seconds.

Spencer didn’t waste any time, tossing his bag on the floor and grabbing her waist, pulling her close as he pressed a kiss against her lips. He shut the door behind him, blindly fumbling with the lock before picking her up.

nsfw ahed!

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling away from the kiss for a second, “Took you long enough,” she joked, slightly out of breath from the kiss.

“Well,” Spencer chuckled, “I couldn’t exactly tell my boss I had to leave early to go fuck his daughter,” She laughed a little, bringing him in for another kiss.

He stumbled through the apartment, finding her bedroom easily. Spencer sat down on the mattress, placing Y/n on his lap as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her entire body, sliding underneath her shirt to grab her breasts.

He pulled her shirt over her head, “God, you’re so pretty,” Spencer mumbled, pulling her breasts out from her bra. “So perfect for me,”

Spencer trailed kisses down her neck, making his way down to the flesh spilling out of her bra. “Spence,” She moaned, letting her head fall back as to give him access to her whole body. “Yes, Princess?” He said against her skin. “Does that feel good?”

“Mhm,” Spencer eventually unclasped the bra, letting it slide down her arms. Y/n was quick to work the buttons on his shirt, fumbling to get the fabric off him. “How’s it going down there?” Spencer chuckled, enjoying the way she desperately tried to get the shirt off. “Need any help with that sweetheart?”

She didn’t say anything, and Spencer only grinned as he watched her unbutton the last few buttons. “Have you figured out my prize yet?” He asked, a lazy grin still resting on his lips.

“Just, I don’t know, whatever you want,” She muttered, slowly grinding down on his crotch. Spencer let his hands fall to her hips, holding her still. “Whatever I want, you say?”

Y/n nodded frantically, only wanting him to get on with whatever she had planned to do. She was willing to do anything. “Does that mean you’ll be a good girl for me?” Spencer asked, Y/n nodding once more. “I want to hear you say it,” He demanded, earning a small whimper from the girl in his lap as she tried to move against his grip.

“I’ll be good, a good girl for you,” She said. Spencer guided her hips back and forth on his lap, letting her grind against his crotch. “See what you do to me?” He muttered as she brushed against him, “what my good girl does to me,”

He lifted her off his lap, placing her down on the bed. He kissed her stomach, making his way down to the hem of her trousers, “You sure about this?” He asked, “Tell me to stop whenever, okay?”

“Mhm, I’m sure,” She mumbled, “Just hurry,”

Spencer stopped for a second, ignoring her groan as he sat up to look at her, “Hurry? Oh no Princess, I don’t hurry, I thought you’d figure that out by now,” He hooked his fingers at the hem of her pants, slowly pulling them down her legs along with her underwear. He pressed a kiss to her knee, “You see,” He pressed another one on top of her thigh, “I want,” slowly, he moved his way towards her inner thigh, “To take my time,”

He made his way towards her dripping core, pressing a small kiss to her clit. He dipped a finger in between her folds, then brought it back up to his face as if to examine it. “And you seem to be enjoying it too, aren’t you?” Spencer smirked, “Such a dirty girl, enjoy being teased so much,”

“Please Spencer,” She moaned before he slipped his finger inside of her mouth. Y/n swirled her tongue around him, and Spencer couldn’t help but smile at her. “Tell me what you want baby,” He said, sliding his fingers back out.

“You,” She breathed, “Want you,”

“And what exactly do you want me to do sweetheart?” Spencer asked, his thumb circling his clit as he spoke. “Just, you,” Y/n whimpered.

Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle at the way she squirmed under his touch. “You’re gonna have to be more precise than that Princess,”

She moaned as he slowly pushed two fingers inside of her, “I want,” She began, taking a breath between her words, “I want you to fuck me,” Her voice was weak, nervous as she spoke, but Spencer didn’t mind. In fact, he found it rather amusing.

“Fuck you, huh?” He grinned, “I’m not going easy on you, you sure you can take it?” Spencer’s free hand found its way to her throat, wrapping his fingers around it. She nodded under his grip, Spencer gripping her neck more tightly as she did, “Beg for it,”

“Please, Spencer, fuck me,” She begged, but Spencer only nodded for her to continue as he worked his fingers inside of her. She let out a loud moan as he found her G-spot, “Shit, Spencer please, I’ll do anything just fuck me like your good girl,”

He continued thrusting his fingers inside of her for only a short moment before she spoke again, “Spence, I’m gonna-”

“Go on, be a good girl and cum for me Princess,” She didn’t hesitate to follow his orders, letting herself fall into a sense of euphoria as he helped ride out her orgasm. “You still sure you want me to fuck you senseless?”

“Mhm,” She let out a tired moan, “I can take it,” She continued. Spencer pressed a small kiss to her lips, and then one to her forehead, “My good girl,” He mumbled.

He moved his hands from his body, getting off the bed only to get completely undressed. Y/n watched him as he removed garment after garment, revealing more of himself as he did.

Soon he was on top of her again, the two naked on top of Y/n’s newly washed duvet. He lined up with her entrance, teasing her for a few moments. He couldn’t help but let his mind travel back to reality for just a second, remembering what he was about to do, remembering the consequences that would inevitably arrive in the near future.

But Spencer just couldn’t, not even when he looked in her sweet innocent eyes, bring himself to stop. He slowly pushed inside of her, her body tensing up as she let out a small whimper, “Shit,” He muttered, “Y/n, tell me to stop,” Spencer almost regretting his decision to go through with this as he watched her face twist in either pain or pleasure, maybe both. “No,” She breathed, “please, keep going,”

So he did. He pushed deeper inside of her, one hand finding its way back to her throat as he pulled back a bit before thrusting back inside roughly. “So pretty for me,” He muttered, tightening his grip around her throat, “Fuck,”

His free hand was gripping her hip tightly, her skin slowly turning white under his grip. “Look at you,” Spencer breathed, grinning as he spoke, “Letting me use you however I want, such a good girl,”

He couldn’t think of anything but the girl beneath him. The way she squirmed at his every movement, and the way her eyes were glistening in the pleasure. “Spence,” She moaned. He knew what she was about to say, he felt her tighten around him, only bringing him closer to his high, “I know Princess, let it out,” Once more, she felt her eyes roll back in pleasure as she reached her orgasm, Spencer following close behind.

He flopped down next to her, pressing a small kiss to her cheek, “Did so well for me,” He breathed, “Such a good girl for me,”

nsfw content over!

A single firm knock on Y/n’s door made them both snap out of their dazed state, the two looking at each other with terror in their eyes. “Is that-” Y/n began, almost whispering as she spoke, only earning a panicked nod from Spencer.

Neither of them dared to move, almost as if a single sound would cause the door to burst open. “Y/n? Are you up?” Hotch’s voice called out, his fist knocking on the door again.

Spencer finally came to his senses, hurrying to the pile of clothes. “Yeah! I, uh, I’m getting changed!” Y/n lied, “What’s up?”

Soon she was, similar to Spencer, stumbling around the room for her clothes, listening to Spencer and his panicked cuss words, “Am I mistaking the day? I thought we were going to dinner?”

Y/n couldn’t help but let out an annoyed groan, silently yelling at herself for forgetting. “No, of course! Sorry, I, uh, I’ll meet you in the car, give me two minutes,” Hotch did what she told him, completely unaware of the half-naked man behind the wooden door.

As Hotch sat in the car, he watched her rush around her room, her shadow appearing through the curtain. He had been certain that she’d forget about their planned dinner, which was why he’d shown up at her apartment with twenty minutes to spare.

It took him a second to react when he saw a second shadow through the window. He counted the floors again, just in case he had mistaken the floors. But he hadn’t, there was, without a doubt, a second shadow in her room.

Hotch didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, hoping that it’d only be the friend she’d been hanging out with earlier in the day. But once he noticed the height difference, and the slender figure and the curly hair, he was sure that it was a man.

Maybe it was just the lightning, but Hotch felt a familiarity within the shadow as if the other man was someone he knew well. But it wasn’t until he noticed the car parked across the street that he put the pieces together.

Y/n had managed to put on a decent face of makeup, gotten dressed and somewhat fixed her hair within a matter of minutes. “Here’s what we’ll do,” She said, “I’ll give you a key, wait for dad and me to leave and then lock up after you,”

Spencer barely had time to nod before his phone was ringing. “Shit!” Spencer cussed as he read the name on the display, “He knows,”

“Don’t pick up!” She decided, “Just let me handle it,” The two moved over to the window, peeking through the curtain only to find Hotch marching across the street.

“Spencer, just let me,” She placed a hand on his chest, buttoning the last button on his shirt, “He won’t punch me into space,” She giggled.

Spencer sighed, knowing she was right, “Thanks,” He rolled his eyes, “for the record, none of this is funny,” He most definitely didn’t find it funny to be awaiting the worst, and most deserved, beating up in his entire life.

“It’s a little funny,” She smiled up at him, “Come on pretty boy, cheer-”

Y/n’s pep talk was interrupted by a series of rushed knocks on her front door, “Spencer!” He called this time, “For fucks sake let me in!”

Y/n sighed, letting go of Spencer and leaving the bedroom. She slowly unlocked the door, wanting to get ready for the hurricane about to burst through her front door, “Hey, dad!” She smiled sweetly as the door swung open, “You know I love you, right?”

Hotch only walked past her, hurrying to the closed bedroom door, “Jesus Christ Spencer!” He groaned loudly, “My daughter Spencer, My daughter!”

Spencer thought about something to say in his own defence, but he came up empty. “Are you insane?!” Hotch continued, inching closer to Spencer for every word, “You’re ten years older than her! Hell, you’ve babysat her! And now you're sleeping with her behind my back!”

Spencer was close to mutter how he wasn’t sleeping with her, but quickly remembered that it’d be a massive lie that’d only get him punched. So instead, he resorted to the second-best option, which also happened to be the worst option, “She wasn’t a baby,”

“What?” Hotch spat, “What did you say?” He had gotten close to Spencer, way closer than either of them would’ve liked. Spencer was merely bracing for impact as Hotch muttered his next words, “I was giving you days off, and you were using them to go fuck my daughter,”

Y/n stepped through the door, “Alright, let’s not make any rash decisions here,” She tried, awkwardly stepping towards the two, only seconds away when Hotch’s fist collided with Spencer's cheek. “Shit! Dad, what’s wrong with you?!”

She pulled him away from Spencer who’d ended up on the floor, small drops of blood trickling down his cheek. “Me?” Hotch questioned, glaring between the two, “What’s wrong with me?”

“Dad, please, it’s really not what you think,” Y/n tried, but Hotch was already on his way back to Spencer, “I really like him dad!”

Hotch froze in his steps, “I know it’s not what you want to hear but I really do,” She continued, “He’s been nothing but good to me,”

Spencer had managed to scoot a few feet away from Hotch, standing up and wiping his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt, “I get why you’re mad, and I know I somewhat deserved that punch, but I genuinely like her Hotch”

Hotch sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed and bringing his hands to his face, letting out an annoyed groan. Neither Y/n nor Spencer mentioned anything about the bed sweaty bedsheets, they just stood there for a few moments, watching as Hotch tried his very best to think rationally. “I want you both to know how much I hate this,” He sighed, “And whilst I’m not agreeing with any of this, I want you both to be happy,”

Y/n’s face lit up in anticipation as she awaited his next words, “I’ll go wait in the car,” Hotch mumbled, sighing once more before getting up to leave, slamming the door shut on his way out.

“Wow,” Spencer grinned, almost laughing from the relief, “That went so much better than I thought it would!”

Y/n laughed, pulling him in for a tight hug, resting her face on his chest as she spoke, “You wouldn’t have gotten punched if you would’ve stayed silent,” she giggled, “but it’s okay,”

Spencer pressed a kiss to her forehead, “You have a dinner to go to missy,” He grinned, “better get going,”

She smiled, giving Spencer a last goodbye kiss before hurrying out of the room, leaving Spencer alone in her room with her front door key in his hand.

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[pinkcoffeecup]

live on air, matthew gray gubler

request: Matthew x reader (female, 6yrs younger, actress). They met on set, getting along well on and off camera. Matthew usually very private, shares some cute pics with reader on instagram. Whilst on a press tour for the movie, late show host colbert asks Matthew about all those cute pictures with reader. "… one might think you are smitten with reader... " He blushes a little, smirks "…yeah.. I am". Crowd goes wild, Colbert is happy, reader sits in green room watching it. Sends a text to Matthew "you are the cutest! 😘" Matthew feels his phone vibrate, apologises and checks text. He is licking his lips and smiles into the camera. colbert is intrigued, Matthew shows him the text, colbert reads it and nods his head to the camera. They talk a little more about the movie, they show a teaser for it. Gifset (this gifset) is seen. Matthew "I never got to smooch with her, just wasn't in the script..."  Matthew enters the green room. Reader sits on sofa scrolling on phone. Reader looks up smiling, gets up, hugs him kisses his cheek.  Than like the Gifset, no words spoken just intense looks between lips and eyes, slightly heavier breathing. They slooolwy move towards each other, and than just a cute little innocent kiss. (by @pumpkinfriend)

warnings: literally like none, it’s just really sweet

word count: 810

”… One might even think you’re smitten with her,”

The two had been working with each other for almost a year. They were almost forced to like each other when they played two best friends in a new blockbuster movie. Matthew, who’d been in the industry for what, to Y/n, seemed like forever, had helped her navigate through fame and interviews, tonight being no exception.

It wasn’t often they got to do separate interviews like this, and as Colbert awaited his answer, Matthew couldn’t help but think of her waiting for him in the dressing room. The fact that no one else but him knew how she had been the one to pick out his suit for tonight caused a sense of confidence to cloud his brain.

“Well,” Matthew began, a small chuckle as he spoke. He was usually such a private person, only sharing a few posts with Y/n every now and then. So it was safe to say, Matthew was just as shocked as the rest when he opened his mouth to speak again, “Yeah, I, uh, I guess you could say I am,”

The crowd, consisting of an odd mixture of teenage girls and middle-aged women, cheered as Matthew burst out in laughter. Yet Colbert, somehow, seemed to be the happiest one of them all. It wasn’t every day that something like this was admitted on a late-night show. “Matthew!” Colbert cheered, “There is no one quite like you,”

"I aspire to be the only one like me,” Matthew chuckled, a wide smile on his lips. Just as he was about to make an effort to change the subject, his phone vibrated in his pocket. “Sorry,” he apologised, checking his phone quickly before placing it back in his pocket.

No matter how hard he’d tried, he just wasn’t able to contain the wide grin on his lips. He chuckled a little, licking his lips before taking a quick glance into the camera, “Oh no, you’re gonna have to show me that,” Colbert pushed.

Matthew found his hand making it's way back inside his pocket, grabbing his phone and pulling it out of his pocket. “Matt, stop, you’re the cutest,” Colbert read, a knowing nod to the camera as the crowd cheered once more.

Somehow, Colbert was forced to move on from the golden moment. But Matthew couldn’t seem to focus on the questions surrounding the movie, knowing Y/n was watching him as he spoke. It made him feel the best kind of nervous.

A small movie teaser was played on the screen, most likely hand-picked by the producers during these past few minutes. The teaser showed Matthew and Y/n, her arms draped around his neck, the two sharing a few jokes as they slowly inch closer. Matthews mind travelled back to the day they shot that scene. The way he’d been so nervous to be so close to her, but how right it had felt in the moment. “There was no kiss!” Matthew announced, much to the crowd's disappointment.

“Not even a smooch?” Colbert tried, probably listening to the producers telling him to find out more, most likely screaming at him through his earpiece.

“Sorry, uh, no. I never got to smooch with her, just wasn't in the script,” Matthew explained, laughing a little.

Colbert announced the end of the show, thanking Matthew before they both exited the stage. It was safe to say that Matthew hurried to the dressing room, hoping that Y/n would still be there.

As the door was thrown open, Matthew was happy to see he’d been right. There she was, sitting perfectly on the dark blue couch, the TV turned off in front of her as she smiled at him. There was something different in her eyes, something Matthew had only seen a couple of times.

Y/n giggled a little as she stood up, cheekily making her way towards him as he closed the door behind him. She didn’t stop until she was standing close, similar to the way they’d done in the movie. "So you like-”

His words got caught in his throat as she pressed a small kiss to his cheek, standing on the tips of her toes. He looked down at her for a second, maybe longer, he wasn’t quite sure. There was just something about her that made the time standstill.

Neither of them said anything as they stood there, a small smile on Y/n’s face as she stood in front of him, waiting for his next move. She wasn’t particularly surprised when he pressed a kiss to her lips, his hands gripping her waist.

The kiss was short, a sort of innocence surrounding it all. It didn’t matter that Matthew’s thoughts were everything but innocent, because Y/n was no different. “I guess I did get to kiss you after all,” He chuckled.

“Yeah, you sure did,”

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hotch’s daughter, spencer reid (pt 2)

<-- read previous part here

Summary: When Y/n Hotchner comes back from collage, Spencer finds himself  thinking a little too much about his bosses daughter. And despite Morgan’s attempts to talk Spencer down from pursuing the young girl, he just can’t help himself.

chapter warnings: smut! Spencer x Fem!reader, Hotch’s Daughter!Reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, pet names (princess, baby), heavy use of ‘good girl’, slight exhibitionism (phone call during sex), a lot of flirting, age gap (ten years), separate warning before NSFW content

Word count: 3075

”Sorry I’m late,” Spencer muttered as he hurried inside the conference room, “traffic was crazy,”

Morgan couldn’t help but shoot him a knowing glance, but Spencer's glare was enough for him to drop it. “Alright, so,” Garcia began, explaining all the details about the case.

Spencer only opened the beige case file, but he couldn’t seem to focus on a single piece of information. It was safe to say his mind was someplace else, completely distracted from the task ahead of them.

He just couldn’t help but let his mind travel to Y/n and the kiss the two of them had shared. How she had told him to ignore her fathers call, and oh how Spencer regretted saying no to her suggestion. “Spencer?” JJ let her hand pass through his line of vision, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“What?” He cleared his throat, straightening his back and closing the file in front of him.

Once more, Morgan was the only one who didn’t seem confused about Spencers dazed state, “I’ll fill him in,” he suggested, earning a nod from Hotch before the rest of them left the room.

“Don’t-“ Spencer began, but was quickly cut off by Morgan leaning over the table, “Why can’t you ever listen to me?” Morgan said, his voice stern as he scolded the boy in front of him.

“If only you’d listened to me at first you wouldn’t be in this mess. But now, all I can do is hope that you’re not playing with her,” He continued, “because you’re in enough trouble if Hotch finds out you’re sleeping with his daughter, but we both know he’d not hesitate to beat you up if he found out you tossed her afterwards,”

Spencer stayed silent for a while, realising how right Morgan was, “I didn’t sleep with her,” He almost whispered, not quite sure why he was still trying to defend himself. “What?”

“I didn’t sleep with her!” Spencer stood up from his chair, slamming his fist down at the table as he spoke. He wasn’t sure why he had snapped like that, he knew Morgan was trying to help him. “Nothing is going on,”

Morgan detected lies for a living, and when the liar happened to be one of his closest friends, it just made it easier for him to detect them. “Oh, really? Then why were you late?”

Just as Spencer was about to repeat his lie from earlier, Morgan spoke up again, “and for the love of God, don’t say traffic,”

Spencer didn’t quite know what to say. It didn’t matter how much he tried, but all he could think about was Y/n’s lips on his. The way she had wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her up on the counter, and the way her arms clung to his body. “Okay, fine,” Spencer said, “but it wasn’t like that, okay? Do you honestly think that I would just-” He paused for a second before quoting Morgan’s earlier words, “sleep with her and toss her,”

“I’m not you Morgan,” Spencer spat, only realising how cruel it had been once the words had already been said. “No, I didn’t mean tha-”

“Look, Spencer, I’m not going pretend to be shocked that you see me like that, okay? I get it, you’re freaking out, I’d be too if I was you,” His voice was calm as he spoke, way calmer than Spencer had expected. “Just, please, think this through,”

Morgans words were engraved in Spencer's mind for the remainder of the day. And when the sun started to set, it was safe to say that Spencer had thought it through from every possible angle, and in none of them was the outcome particularly good.

And when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, only to read Y/n written across the screen, none of those outcomes no longer mattered. He read the text, wondering if you’d be home tonight and if she could come over.

It was like all the time he’d spent thinking about how he was ten years older than her, how she was her bosses daughter, and how insanely inappropriate the whole thing was, had just evaporated from Spencer’s mind as he quickly typed her a ‘yes’.

The team had noticed something was off about Spencer, and when they’d asked Morgan about the resident genius and his lack of brains, Morgan had claimed he knew nothing about it. Somehow, they seemed to buy it, and to Morgans surprise, Hotch even suggested for Reid to take a few days off, hoping it’d clear his mind.

“Reid?” Hotch’s voice brought Spencer’s attention away from his phone, almost dropping it as he stuffed it back in his pocket as quickly as he possibly could, “Could I see you in here for a second?” Hotch nodded towards his office.

Spencer felt like he’d throw up as he headed towards the office. He could barely remember the last time Hotch had called him into the office, and this time there was only one reason that seemed to cross Spencer’s mind.

He sat down in the chair facing Hotch and his desk, taking a deep breath as he awaited a fist or two being thrown at him. But the punches never came, instead, there was only a puzzled, and somewhat concerned look on Hotch’s face. “What’s bothering you?”

Spencer had almost sighed in relief but decided against it. “I’ve just been a little tired lately,” Spencer lied, a surprisingly convincing one.

“I want you to go home, sleep it off,” Hotch said, “Take a few days off, you deserve it,”

The guilt ate him alive as he listened to Hotch go on about how hard he’d been working, and how Spencer, more than most, was worthy of a break. He almost wanted to confess then and there, just get it over with. But he didn’t, he just sat there, and when Hotch had finished talking, he only grabbed his things and left.

Ever since Y/n had received Spencer’s text, she had been embarrassingly excited to meet him, hurrying around her apartment to get ready. They had decided to meet at Spencer's apartment, and that he’d text once he had arrived home. She didn’t yet know that he had been sent home from work for being distracted, and Spencer was hoping that he’d be spared the embarrassment of her finding out.

Y/n lived only minutes away from Spencer, so she found herself standing outside the apartment complex a mere six minutes after she’d first received his text message. “Y/n, that was fast,” Spencer smiled as he opened the door, “approximately fifty seconds faster than the estimated time for your route here,”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile as Spencer rambled about possible marginals in his calculations. “Yeah, there wasn’t much traffic,” she explained as she stepped inside.

Spencer’s eyes were quickly brought down to her legs, bare under the short skirt she had been wearing. It was like his brain was disconnected from his body, as if he was no longer in charge of anything he said or did. “How come you solved the case so fast?” Y/n asked, referring to how he was home so early.

“I, uh, we didn’t,” He scratched the back of his neck as he thought of a way to explain the situation, “I got sent home,”

“By my dad?” Y/n questioned, an interesting look on her face as she sat on the couch, looking up at him as he stood in front of her. Spencer stood there for a short moment before he sat down next to her. “Yeah,” he nodded.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at the thought, “Why?”

Spencer had silently been hoping that she’d not ask, but then again, even he had known it was a dumb thing to hope. The question was inevitable, “I, uh, it was nothing,” He tried, causing her to grow even more curious.

“Come on! Dad wouldn’t send you home for nothing,” She giggled, slowly moving closer, almost as if his answer would come to her faster if she did.

“Yeah, I’m not saying a thing,” Spencer decided, leaning his back against the couch and folding his arms across his chest. Y/n stayed silent for a bit, a wide grin on her lips as she planned her next move.

“Please?” Y/n whined, leaning even closer to the man next to her, “Pretty please?”

It didn’t matter that Spencer was a stubborn man, because the way Y/n looked at him had made him forget what was going on. Hearing the pleading words drop from her mouth as she looked at him through her lashes brought something out of him, something he hadn’t known was in him. “I’ll do anything,” She continued.

Y/n hadn’t noticed how Spencer shifted ever so slightly in his seat, clearing his throat slightly. “Y/n,” His voice was deeper than usual as he spoke, “You are never finding out,”

She let out a small sigh as her shoulders slumped, her lips forming into a pout, “Why?” She asked, Spencer shifting his body to face hers before he spoke, “Maybe,” he began, suddenly feeling a sense of overwhelming confidence, “if you’re a good girl,” he paused ever so slightly between his words, making sure she was listening closely, “then, maybe, I’d tell you,”

Spencer wasn’t even bothered about her knowing why he had been sent home from work anymore, if he would be completely honest, the thought had completely left his mind. Instead, he had simply decided to have some fun with it, simultaneously letting Morgan’s warnings leave his mind. “Well, I already am,” she stated, a proud look on her face.

“Really?” Spencer questioned, his voice laced with disbelief. “Can you prove it?”

He wasn’t sure what had caused him to be so bold. Perhaps it was the way she acted so sweet whilst knowing very well what she was doing to him, or it was the obvious tension between them. Y/n nodded at him, a small smile on her lips as she awaited what the man had planned next.

Spencer thought for a second about what he was doing, looking for something to stop him, a good enough excuse for him to be a decent man and stop whilst he still could. But not even Spencer and his magnificent mind could come up with a single thought.

He dove forward, kissing her softly, not wanting to rush this time. Spencer hadn’t intended on being interrupted this time. His phone was on mute, and whatever disaster could be caused by that simple decision, he had decided to deal with when the time came.

Y/n was quick to move closer to Spencer, her hands gripping his face as she straddled his lap. “Look at you,” Spencer chuckled, breaking the kiss for a second to watch Y/n in his lap, “Good girls are patient Y/n, are you not a good girl?”

She hadn’t known quite what to say, so she didn’t say anything at all, hoping it’d be better than mumbling some pathetic excuse. “Words, Princess, words,”

Y/n couldn’t help but let out a small sound at the nickname. It had been so quiet she’d been convinced that Spencer wouldn’t even hear it. But Spencer wouldn’t miss it for the world, and all he wanted to do was listen to the small moan on repeat for the rest of his life, “Now what was that?” Spencer grinned, “Did you like that name, Princess?”

Y/n didn’t say anything, instead, she crashed her lips to his, allowing his fingers to hook around the hem of her shirt, slowly bringing it over her head. “Baby?”

Spencer didn’t wait for a response, just letting his hands run up and down her legs, pushing her skirt up a little more each time. “I need you to listen to me now Princess, okay?” He muttered, letting his hands come to a stop at her hips. “Mhm,” Y/n whined.

“You sure about this?” He asked, looking into her eyes as he spoke, “I need a yes,”

“Yes,” She breathed, earning a small smile from Spencer. “Now, choose a fruit,”

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Y/n was taken aback by his demand, but as she saw the dark look in Spencer’s eyes there was no longer a question about why he felt the need for that, “uh, pineapple?”

Spencer let his hands continue to roam across her body, pushing her skirt up even higher as he spoke, “You know, many argue that pineapple isn’t a fruit, but I’ll let it slide. For now at least,”

He hoisted her up slightly, letting his hands slide under her body before he stood up, carrying her with him. He placed his lips on hers once more, glad he’d memorised the layout of his apartment as he stumbled to the bedroom.

Y/n was tossed on to the bed, looking up at Spencer as he stood still in front of her. It looked almost as if he was admiring the view of Y/n on his beds. Her cheeks flushed and her skirt pulled up to her waist, pink panties and a white lace bra on full display.

It was safe to say that Spencer was, in fact, doing just that. “God, you are so pretty,” He mumbled, slowly moving towards her. He kissed along her legs, slowly making his way up.

“Tell me to stop,” He said against her skin, “Tell me to stop, Princess,”

Y/n wanted to do anything but that, if anything, she wanted him to hurry. “Don’t stop,” She breathed, watching as he slowly inched closer to where she wanted him the most.

“Is it really that hard to follow directions?” Spencer questioned, “And here I was, thinking you were a good girl,”

“Spencer, please,” She pleaded. He had reached close, dragging his tongue along her inner thigh, “Please don’t stop,”

He hooked his fingers at the waistband of her underwear, slowly tugging the material down her thighs. “Well,” He said, “Since you asked so nicely,”

There was something about sitting fully clothed in between her naked legs that made Spencer go mad. He dragged a finger through her folds, collecting some of her wetness on his fingers. He brought the hand up to his face, inspecting his soaked fingers for a second before bringing them to her mouth. “Taste it,”

Y/n opened her mouth, letting Spencer place his fingers inside before she closed her lips around him. She let her tongue swirl around his fingers, tasting every part of herself on them. Y/n was ever so shocked at what Spencer got her to agree with, but Y/n was glad he did. “See, such a good girl for me, aren’t you? Always so eager to please me,”

Spencer brought his fingers out of her mouth, wiping the saliva against his trousers before leaning down. “Remember your word,” he mumbled. But Y/n didn’t have time to react before he brought his tongue to her core, letting it travel through her folds. “Taste so good,” he muttered against her, causing her to let out a loud moan at the way his words vibrated against her.

“God, Spencer,” She moaned, bringing a hand to his hair, letting her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. Spencer couldn’t help but groan as she pulled his curls. “Don’t stop,”

Soon, a ringtone brought Spencer to a short stop. It wasn’t Spencer’s phone, but Y/n’s. Spencer reached for the device that had been tossed to the floor, groaning loudly as he read the name on the screen. “Fuck, such a cock-block,”

Spencer brought the phone to Y/n’s hand before moving back down in between her legs. “Time to prove what a good girl you are,” He said, “Answer it,”

Y/n was reluctant to follow his demands, but she still found herself pressing the large green button on her screen, “Hey dad,” She managed, desperately holding her moans in as she waited for his answer.

“Hi sweetheart, I was just checking in on you,” Hotch spoke on the other line, causing Spencer to grin slightly against Y/n. “Yeah, dad, I’m fine,”

Spencer was quick to push two fingers inside her, Y/n letting out a small whine at the feeling. “Are you sure? You sound, off,”

“No, yeah, I, uh,” She tried as Spencer continued his work, “I’m just packing up the last boxes, getting a bit tired now,”

Hotch was quiet for a moment as if he was determining what to say next. “Well, in that case, I’ll leave you alone. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

Y/n muttered a small ‘yes’ before saying her goodbye, hanging up and tossing her phone back onto the floor. “Such a good girl, Princess,”

He brought his tongue to her clit, sucking the sensitive spot. “Spencer,” She breathed, “I’m-”

“Hold it,” Spencer demanded, flicking her clit in between his words. He wanted to see for how long he could push it, see how much she could take before she would burst. “I can’t,”

“Good girls are patient,” he said, “be a good girl,”

But soon Y/n couldn’t take it anymore, her moans growing louder as she grew even more desperate. “Fine, cum then,” Spencer muttered, an annoyed tone in his voice.

Y/n didn’t seem to bother his annoyance, only glad she was finally allowed to orgasm as Spencer slowly licked her release of her. “Turns out you can be a good girl after all,” Spencer chuckled, pressing a small kiss to her lips, “Did so well,”

“What about you?” Y/n asked, moving her hand to his pants, but Spencer quickly caught it. “Not today Princess,” He moved off the bed, grabbing a sweater from his closet and pulling it over her head before finally removing her skirt, allowing her to snuggle up against a pillow.

He moved up to lay next to her, “Can I at least find out why you were sent home?”

Spencer laughed, finally remembering what had led up to their current situation. He had always thought it was strange how one thing could lead to another, “Well,” He began, “If you ask nicely,”

“Please, Dr Spencer Reid, will you tell me why you got sent home from work?”

He turned so that he was facing her, “Alright,” He chuckled, “Your father seemed to think I was a little, uh, distracted,”

It was Y/n’s time to laugh, “Oh really?” She giggled, climbing under the covers of Spencer's bed. “Really,” Spencer smiled, watching as she made herself comfortable between his bedsheets.

Note: hiii! sorry this took so long, school has been kicking my ass lol! still, i’d love to make this a little miniseries if anyone’d be interested <3

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