i fall to pieces when i'm with you

a safe space to thirst over spencer reid 💋 +18 blog, mdni

[reidiness]

welcome to reidiness

💽 cherry by lana del rey plays in the background 🍒

a safe place to thirst over boy genius spencer reid 💋

here you'll find:

❤️‍🔥 headcanons

❤️‍🔥 horny thoughts

❤️‍🔥 fanfic recommendations

❤️‍🔥 spencer reid (early, late seasons, anything is welcome)

❤️‍🔥 probably fanfics in the future

principal blog: @winniethewitch11

[reidiness]

tehe I'm sorry

spencer from @h0lym01y's have you ever tried this one?

[winniethewitch11]

two young hearts ୨୧ s.r. x writer!reader

🍒𐙚⋆ cherry masterlist ⋆𐙚🍒

summary: Spencer invites you to a dance with the team. You spend a delightful night full of revelations.

tags: professor reid!, professor! reader, writer! reader, post prison! reid, comfort, fluff, slow burn, coming of age, no use of y/n, not proofread

w/c: 1.8k

You couldn't stop thinking about that article, even though you'd objectively decided it wasn't any of your business. But arrested? In Mexico? That's a whole different story. Nothing about Spencer makes you think he could have been arrested. The night after you found out, you were tempted to open and read the article, but you didn't. 

Speaking on the matter, something else you could not stop thinking about was the dance. You told yourself this was just a dance. It didn’t feel like it anymore. You couldn't stop thinking about it since Tuesday, when Spencer asked you. 

You'd said yes without even thinking about it, oh but Spencer looked adorable trying to ask you out. Wait, this is not a date, it's just a way for knowing more research sources. More profilers. It was merely professional. 

At seven o'clock on Saturday, a knock on your door. Standing in front of the mirror, you smooth out the nonexistent wrinkles in your dress. Then you walk over to the door and peek through the peephole before opening it. 

There he is, Spencer Reid standing in front of your door, rebel curls combed back, he’s wearing a gray frac that fits him very well. You open the door and smile at him, his eyes are fixed on your figure, draped in a flowing lilac dress that somehow matches his bow tie and socks; you almost laugh when you notice it, but you suppress the laughter behind a polite smile.

“How are you tonight?” He inquiries. 

“I’m all good,” you answer. He waits patiently until you realize you’ve stood in front of the door without asking him to enter. “Please, come in,” you say as you let him pass to your apartment. “I just need to fix my hair real quick.”

He sits on the couch when you disappear through the hall toward your room. When you’re finally ready, Spencer extended his arm slightly, a quiet invitation rather than a gesture. After a brief hesitation, you placed your hand around his arm, trying to ignore how natural it felt. 

Once you’re out of the building, you notice an old gray blue Volvo parked beside the sidewalk, outstanding among other newest cars. 

No way that is his car. But it is. 

You could tell when he opened the passenger door for you. Was this man perhaps taken from a historical romantic novel?

“What's the matter?” He asks when he notices you are still standing on the sidewalk. You blink and start walking towards the car. “It might be old but it works well,” he clarifies, defending his car. How adorable. 

“It’s not that,” you say.

“Then?”

“I was a little surprised and not at all that this is your car,” you say, grinning. 

“Is that a bad thing?” He frowns. 

“Not at all,” you answer. He raises one eyebrow but says nothing else. He just closes the door and walks to the other side. 

—

The place really does look like something out of a fairy tale. The chairs are decorated with branches and flowers, giving it a magical feel. There are some garlands and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It has a unique charm, blending the fantasy of a ball with the modernity of a contemporary bar. Someone at one of the tables waves at you. Spencer glances your way, and the two of you walk toward the place.

The men stand up as soon as you reach the table; Rossi is the first to approach you and greet you with a gentle kiss on the cheek—very Italian of him. Just then, a blonde woman, possibly Penelope Garcia, stands up, spreads her arms like a bird, and says:

“So you're the writer! So nice to finally meet you,” and everyone lets out a little laugh. You laugh nervously too—so Spencer has told them about you?

Spencer gets everyone’s attention to introduce you to each of them: Rossi’s fiancée, Kristal; Luke; Penelope; Tara; Emily Prentiss, the unit chief; and her boyfriend, Andrew; JJ and her husband, Will. You greet them all with a wave and receive smiles and “nice to meet you’s” in return. 

You realize that the team is actually very fun; they quickly make you feel like part of the group, which puts you at ease. So you don't just spend your time talking specifically to Spencer, but also to Penelope, who has practically decided that you're already best friends forever.

“So you're writing a book?” Asks Tara. 

“Yes, I'm in the process,” you answer, sipping on your mojito. 

“That is not the only book she has written…” mentions Spencer. Your eyes wide. “I did my research,” he says, sipping on his peach soda.

You did not miss JJ's raised eyebrow, nor the amused glance she exchanged with Emily.

“For real? Tell us, what is that about?” Tara asks with curiosity in her voice. 

So, the moment you fear has come. Talking about your first book was something that had inadvertently become a topic of debate and controversy. 

“The name is… Look Who's Through the Window,” you answer. 

“That sounds really interesting,” says Tara. 

“It is,” mentions Spencer, implying he's read it. You felt something warm inside your chest. Not only it didn't become a moment, but now you know Spencer cared about your work. 

—

As the night goes by, and after three mojitos, one martini, and one piña colada, you’re starting to really get into the swing of things. Suddenly, JJ says:

“So, Spencer, when are you going to ask your friend to dance?” 

Spencer looks at her as if they don’t speak the same language. 

“I… uh, I don’t dance,” he says simply. 

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“What do you mean, you don’t? Come on!” you say, standing up and taking the last sip from your glass. “To the dance floor, Dr. Reid.”

Everyone laughs and cheers, rooting for you. 

Spencer stares at you with an amused smile that makes him look even more attractive. You stagger slightly—and it’s not because of the drink—but you manage to steady yourself. 

After that, you watch Penelope drag Luke along; JJ gets up with her husband, and even Emily joins in with Andrew. A salsa song starts playing, and you laugh when Spencer trips over his own feet.

“I don't know how to dance,” he says close to your ear so you can hear him over the music. 

“Me neither,” you confess with a laugh. You guide him by the arm toward the emptiest spot on the dance floor so you don’t bump into anyone. 

Your hands rest on his shoulders, and his hands don’t know where to go, so they rest gently, almost shyly, on your sides as you begin to move your legs to the beat of the music. He tries to follow you, and suddenly the two of you find a rhythm that, while not the best dance, at least has you both moving on the dance floor. 

“Have you ever been dancing?” you ask, raising your voice so you can hear yourself over the music. 

“No,” he says with an awkward smile. “You?”

“Occasionally.”

You keep dancing for a while, then, suddenly, you're no longer dancing with Spencer, but with Penelope, while Tara pulls Spencer away from you to dance with him. After a while the team comes over to dance with you; the music is upbeat and modern. You laugh at Spencer's reactions as he listens to the music. 

Later, when you get tired of dancing, the two of you leave the dance floor amid protests from the others. Spencer says that’s enough for now, and you apologize, saying you need a drink. You sit down at the table where Rossi and Krystal were sitting earlier. You turn your head curiously to look over and see them on the terrace; he’s holding her hand, and you look away, embarrassed. 

Suddenly, someone stands next to you—it’s Spencer. He’s holding a drink, which looks like lemonade, and offers it to you with a smile.

“You said you needed a drink, but I think this will hydrate you better.”

You take the drink from his hands. 

“Thank you,” you mumble. A little dazed by Spencer's kindness. Not that it surprises you at all.

“Are you having fun?” He asks as he sits next to you. 

“Very,” you answer, sipping on the drink. It is sour yet a little salty and sweet. “What is this?”

“It's a home made oral rehydration solution,” he says with confidence. “I asked the bartender to prepare it for you.”

Oh god, why does he have to be so sweet?

“Thank you,” you say. 

You look at him through your lashes. He's so handsome. You've noticed before, of course. You're not blind. But right now, with his hair previously combed back, now free in messed curls, sitting so nonchalantly next to you, under the colourful lights of the place, he looked unreal. 

“Have you had the opportunity to talk to any of the profilers here?” He asks you. Reminding you that this was the objective of this dance. 

“Uh… not really,” you laugh. 

“What?”

“It's just that I'm happy,” the word happy sounds a little too long. 

Spencer smiles. 

“You're drunk,” he says in that voice that makes it clear he’s joking. Little wrinkles form around his eyes when he smiles, and that makes him a thousand times more interesting. His smile dazzles you. 

“I’m not drunk,” you reply with a half-pout. 

Spencer laughs—a soft, slightly hoarse laugh. Oh my god. 

Suddenly, there's a change of music, and all the team come back from the dance floor. 

“The music turned so cheesy suddenly,” comments Tara. You laugh. 

“Anyways, I'm gonna dance with my husband,” says JJ as she drags Will back to the dance floor. Penelope follows her, taking Luke with her. Then Emily and Andrew and even Rossi and Krystal, that came back and you didn't even notice it. 

“You want to dance?” Spencer inquires sheepishly. 

You look at him, all amused. 

“Let's go,” you say before standing up, leaving your drink on the table. 

The two of you head to the dance floor under the watchful gaze of Tara and the others who are already there. When you reach a spot away from the crowd, Spencer hesitantly places his hands on your waist, and you rest yours on his shoulders. He’s much taller than you—of course you’d noticed that before, but now, with his body so close to yours, it’s much more obvious. 

The two of you begin to move gently to the rhythm of the slow song; suddenly you feel a little shy, you feel the gaze of his hazel eyes on your face, and you can feel the heat rising through your body. His smile makes your heart flutter. There, slowly swinging between Spencer's arms, feeling the smell of his perfume lingering around you, you realize that maybe you like him more than you want to admit. 

[reidiness]

Spoiler: i'm gonna write a fic where Spencer is a baby boy looking for a mommy 👀👹💕💕

[reidloverr]

All You Have to Do Is Ask

pairing: Spencer Reid x reader (no use of y/n)

tags: MDNI, smut, s1!spencer, virgin!spencer, no penetration, fingering

w/c: 1.6k

summary: you catch Spencer a little "excited" on the jet and offer him some help, telling him that all he has to do is ask. And to your surprise, he actually does a few days later.

a/n: just some smut I wrote before dozing off last night bc I have a weak spot for s1!virgin!spencer

+thank you twin @hotchnerss for being the judge of what I wrote while half asleep, mwah :)

“We really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” you stood in your lace black bra and gray slacks in front of a fully clothed Spencer who was sitting on the edge of your bed. 

“No, I really wanna do this.”

“Do you, Reid?” you took a few slow steps toward him, your hands dropping to your sides, “You don’t seem very eager. Your legs are crossed and you’re still fully clothed.” 

“I didn’t know I should-“

“You shouldn’t do anything. But if giving instructions is the only way you’ll start doing something then I’ll do that.” 

He paused, looking up at you with patient, yet deeply confused eyes. 

It was Spencer’s first time. And he came to you specifically because you’d caught him “excited” during very unreasonable times on the job. The most recent incident was on the flight back home from Seattle two days ago right after debriefing with the team. 

“I didn’t know debriefing gory cases got you going, Reid.” you had teased, completely pushing him off balance for the rest of the flight. 

He thought himself sick for having such thoughts at such inappropriate times. 

“If you need help with that, I’m only one phone call away.” you whispered to him before walking off to your car that night, never expecting him to take you up on that offer. 

—- 

“I need help.” 

Those were the first words you were hit with by a breathy Spencer on the phone earlier tonight. 

A small smirk formed on your face. 

Who knew Spencer could be so bold. 

That’s what desperation does. 

That’s what complete, utter need makes you do. It strips you of your pride and shyness; it strips you down to pure instinct. 

—

“Strip.” 

“Right, sorry.” his hands quickly fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, undoing each button with a growing, clumsy urgency. 

“We’re gonna start with some touching tonight. I think you should just get a feel for things since it’s your first time. And if you find yourself more comfortable later on, we can do some oral stuff.” 

Spencer felt a tight knot form in the pit of his stomach, a sign that the blood will start rushing down from his head. 

“I am comfortable,” he insisted, his eyes dropping to your chest before darting back up to your face.  

You fought back a smile at his eagerness, which you thought was adorable. 

“We haven’t even started yet. So no, not until we get a bit further with things. Got it?” 

He nodded, now stripped down with only his boxers left. 

“Lay down.”

“Just..” he looked at the bed, acting as if the words were completely foreign to him, then moving back on the bed to lay flat. 

He pressed his palms down on the sheets. 

“Relax, Spencer.” you whispered, walking to the side of the bed, admiring the sight of his pale, lean body lying completely flat in your most sacred spot, slightly shaking. 

He closed his eyelids, “I am relaxed.” 

You tilted your head to the side, unable to take your eyes off his peaceful, flushed face. 

You gently pressed your index finger under his chin, moving his face up. 

You then traced your finger down his throat, going slower at his adam’s apple before continuing down the path of his bare chest, feeling the hammering of his heart vibrating against his sternum and ribs. 

You dragged that finger down his abs to his lower stomach, sending a shiver down his spine, making his muscles contort underneath your touch. 

“You’re very responsive,” 

“Is that a good thing?” 

“It’s just an observation.” 

Spencer swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked up at you, completely defenseless. 

“I don’t think I can handle you being unbiased right now,” 

You removed your finger, giving him a gentle grin. 

You leaned down, pressing your palms on the mattress next to Spencer, pressing a kiss on his cheek,  “you’ll do great, Reid. Just let go, okay?” 

“Okay,” 

A faint shade of pink was crawling up his neck, slowly spreading across his cheeks. 

Your lips found their way across the warm skin of his jaw, lightly grazing with your teeth and pulling a quiet, breathy whimper from his lips. 

You pulled away to unbutton your pants and pull them down before tossing them on the end of the bed. 

You crawled up the bed to settle your weight on his stomach, straddling him. His hands were still pressed down on the sheets, but now his fingers hesitantly reached to touch your legs that laid close to his shaky hands. 

You focused your wet kisses on his neck, occasionally sucking on the sensitive spot behind his ear to listen to the pretty noises he can’t help but let out. 

You lowered your hips to make it easier for yourself to pepper kisses all over his chest.

“It’s okay, you can touch,” you whispered against his skin, your voice vibrating against the warm flesh underneath your mouth.

He slowly slid his hands up your legs, then your sides, his movements full of uncertainty.  

Your hands cupped his own, guiding him to your chest, encouraging him to feel you up. 

He cupped your breasts, the tender flesh full against his palms. His fingers squeezed and flexed, making your peaks slowly start to harden. 

“Like that?” he murmured. 

“Yes, Spencer, just like that.” you softly hummed, shifting your weight slightly to press yourself harder into his hands. 

His thumbs found the lace edges of your bra, tracing the curve of the underwire, before brushing his fingers with more force against your covered, hardened nipples. 

Your hips rolled instinctively against his, your body leaning forward against his, no longer sitting upright. 

“Can I- should I take this off?” his voice was breathy, filled with quiet fascination. 

“Please.” 

His fingers quickly fumbled with the clasp of your bra, his movements a bit clumsy before managing to unhook your bra. 

You dropped the bra straps down your arms before he took it, his fingers brushing over the thin fabric as he placed it next to his head. 

Spencer’s eyes were blown wide, staring up at you in absolute awe before taking your bare breasts in his waiting hands. 

“You’re so soft,” he murmured.

He cups you fully, lifting and squeezing reverently. His thumbs and index fingers caught your aching peaks, rolling them gently and pulling a stifled moan out of your lips—a sound that mesmerized Spencer. 

Your raw reaction gave Spencer more confidence, slowly steadying his shaky hands and making him raise his head, reaching for your nipples. 

With one hand kneading your right breast, he took your left peak in his warm mouth, wrapping his lips around it before swirling his tongue to spread the wetness on your sensitive skin. 

A small gasp left your parted lips, “God, Spencer, keep doing that,” your hand went to his hair, gently carding fingers through the soft locks. 

You felt his rock hard length between your thighs as you rocked your hips against his, “you’re so hard and I haven’t even touched you, Spencer.” 

“I- I can’t help it”, he confessed, his teeth accidentally biting your nipple as you grind your hips down in a slow circle, “you’re beautiful and- and you’re on top of me and I’ve been thinking about this since the plane…” he breathed his words in the middle of working on your nipple.

 You let out a shuddering breath, “I know, Spencer,” 

You gently tugged his hair back, pulling his head away from your chest to look at you. His lips were wet and swollen, “I want this too, but we can stop at any point, no questions asked and no hard feelings.” your lips were brushing his, not quite kissing him. 

“Okay,” he whispered, his eyes staring at your lips as he tried to get a bit closer. 

You snaked your hand down your torso and underneath the damp fabric of your panties. 

Two of your fingers swirl on your clit before slowly stroking your slit and pressing a finger against your hole, making you moan against his mouth. 

He parted his lips, aching to swallow your moans. 

You got off of him, sitting next to him against the headboard, propping your legs up and parting them. 

He then sat up, moving to the lower part of the bed and hovering on all fours to get the clearest view of you, staring with parted lips as the flush deepened across his sweaty chest. 

You pumped one finger in and out of your pussy in a slow pace, warming yourself up for another finger. 

You slid a second finger inside yourself, letting a soft, breathy groan escape your lips. 

You were already slick, your glossy moisture coating your fingers. 

Spencer let out a low, ragged groan from the back of his throat as he watched your fingers disappear into your tight, wet heat then slide back out, glistening. 

His eyes darted up to your face, watching the pure bliss and pleasure painted on your features, the sight compelling him to slide his hand down his body, his slender fingers slipping underneath the elastic of his boxers.

He quickly wrapped his fingers around his cock, giving it a few slow pumps to relieve some tension as his eyes fluttered shut. 

“Spencer,” you breathed out, head tilting backwards, “eyes on me,” 

His eyes snapped open, “Can- can I… touch you?” his glossy eyes looked up at you. 

“Hand out of your boxers first.” 

“But-“

“Out.”

He obliged without hesitation, pulling his hand that glistened with precum out of his boxers. 

“Good boy,” you praised softly, pushing your fingers deeper before withdrawing them.

“Now come here,” you gestured for him to come closer with your wet fingers.

He crawled closer between your legs, widening his mouth, asking for permission to take your two fingers in his mouth. you brought your fingers down to his lips, letting him wrap his lips around them. 

He hallowed his cheeks, pulling your fingers deeper into his mouth, and sucking them clean before swirling his tongue around them to lick them for good measure. 

“You like how I taste, Spencer?” you cooed. 

He nodded, his eyelashes fluttering before he swallowed hard and slowly released your fingers with a soft, wet pop.

“I wanna hear it, Spence..”

“You taste so good,” he breathed out quietly as if he were melting, dropping his head on the sheets between your legs. 

“I.. I wanna touch you where you were just touching yourself. I really wanna make you feel good but I’ve never done this so I don’t.. I don’t know how I’ll do,” 

You softened at his vulnerability, placing your hand on his flushed cheek, brushing your thumb on his cheekbone, “Hey..” you whispered

“You’re already doing perfectly. Just do whatever feels natural, okay? And I’ll tell you what feels good,” you whispered, tucking a loose curl behind his ear. 

A small, breathless nod was all he could manage. 

His long fingers trembled as he brought his hand closer to your core, making you part your thighs further, giving him better access. 

He pressed his thumb against your swollen clit, the sensation of the cold pad of his fingertip making you shiver. 

He applied more pressure, his thumb swirling in a slow circle before his long index finger grazed your folds, parting them and exploring your parts with deep concentration. 

He pressed the tip of his finger against your hole, not applying enough pressure to push inside you just yet. 

Your slick opening twitched against the intrusion, begging for more friction. 

You didn’t say anything to not rush him. 

You wanted him to take his time exploring this. 

He didn’t need any instructions to push his finger into your aching hole, a grunt escaping his lips. 

The direct friction made your hips involuntarily buck upward toward his hand, a needy gasp breaking from your lips. 

A small, proud smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He pumped his finger in and out, slowly picking up the pace every time he heard your growing moans.

“Add another finger, Spence. And when you push in, curl your fingers.” 

“Curl my fingers..” he repeated, nodding eagerly before slowly adding a second finger and following your instructions. 

The moment his fingers slid inside you, your tight heat clamped around them with a desperate, heavy squeeze. 

Spencer hooked his knuckles, curling his fingers to a perfect C-shape, hitting your sweet spot with sharp accuracy that pulled a high-pitched whine out of your throat, “oh my god, Spencer” your head lolled back. 

He brought his free hand up, pressing his palm firmly against your lower stomach, “I’ve read that if I apply external pressure to your pelvis here.. it compresses the tissue against my fingers and maximizes the sensation of fullness and stimulation.” 

Your moan and the involuntary grind of your hips against his fingers only proved his point. 

“The lower stomach itself is highly sensitive.. It’s.. it’s packed with nerve pathways that can amplify pleasure and flood your brain’s reward centers. The pressure is localizing the blood, too.. It’s making you more sensitive.. sorry I’m talking too much- I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t be,” you groaned, “I love hearing you talk,” 

He smiled, “I’d love to keep talking. But I don't think I can multitask right now..” 

A small chuckle escaped your lips, before an overwhelming wave of pleasure took over.

“Are you- are you close?”

“So fucking close,” you whined, your voice breathy and quiet.

Spencer didn’t change the angle, but he quickened the pace and curled his knuckles harder, the need to please you only growing with every second. 

The tension in your lower stomach finally snapped, your inner walls clamping and pulsing against his pumping fingers, making your hands fly to hold onto his hair. 

A soft cry was ripped from the back of your throat as the wave of dizzying heat rushed through your veins, quickly travelling to your core, making your hips grind helplessly against his fingers, riding out your blinding orgasm. 

Your thighs trembled violently, aching to clasp around his arm, but Spencer made an effort to make this easier for you by pressing soft kisses to your thighs, dragging his lips slowly across your burning skin. 

Your juices dripped as he slowed his fingers down.

He pressed a kiss right above your clit before withdrawing his fingers slowly, hearing you whimper at the loss of contact. He admired the hot moisture that left your hole, immediately bringing his face to taste you on his fingers then on your folds. 

You relaxed on the bed, slowly lowering your back to lay down. 

He crawled up your body, missing the comfort your face brought to him when it was so close to his.

“Did I do okay?” he whispered shyly. 

Your noses softly  brushed against each other, “You did an amazing job, that was absolutely perfect, Spencer.” 

His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, asking a silent question. 

You cradled his jaw, pulling him down to press a soft kiss to his swollen lips, “You did so well.. I think you deserve a reward,” you whispered, “let’s take care of you, would you like that, Spencer?” your hand trailed down his bare chest, past the lean muscles of his stomach.

[esote-rika]

i wanna gnaw on him so badly man you don't understand

[justawhitebloodcell01]

Lip Prints || Spencer Reid

spencer reid x fem!reader

content: 18+ MDNI. smut. porn without plot. cock worshipping, blow job, hand job, slight praise kink, facials, reader choked on it once. reader is messy. slight overstimulation, come swallowing. lmk if i missed anything

word count: 2.1k

author's note: because @esote-rika asked for it

"Baby, I have something I wanna try."

It was a quiet afternoon in your shared apartment; a rare lazy day where your busy schedule had—by the mercy of the universe—allowed you both to be at home with one another. You reveled in the quiet, needing only the company of each other to be at peace.

The sound of flipping pages filled the room like white noise—you'd grown so accustomed to it. Right now, it was slower as he lazed through his novel for pleasure instead of poring through the text as he would if he were reading something for work. It would be a shame to disrupt his peaceful reading, but given the idea that popped in your head, you don't think he would mind one bit if you bothered him.

He leaned his ear down slightly to where you were lying down beside him on your bed, not peeling his eyes from the pages just yet.

"Baby…" you whined, then tipped the spine of his book to the side so he'd put his attention on you, which worked.

"Yes, my love?"

"I've been thinking about it a lot recently, but I don't know if you'll like it. It's kinda messy."

A hand scratched at your head, and yours rested on the soft of his belly, just under the cotton of his shirt. "What's bothering you, darling?"

You pressed your face to the side of his chest, hiding almost, as you dared to voice it out. He supposed you were shy from the way your cheeks tinted red, and you hesitated to speak.

"Will you let me show it to you?"

"Show what to me?" The book was set aside as he sat up fully now, but you held his leg in protest, asking him to lie back down, back propped up on a stack of pillows. You stepped away from the bed, and his mind wandered the way it always did- fast and at a hundred thoughts per minute. In those fifteen seconds you were gone, he'd thought you'd return with a stack of papers to be graded with coffee spilled on them, or a dress shirt that maybe was ruined in the wash.

As you padded back, you had with you your abundant makeup collection. It was quite bountiful, bouncing as you set it down beside him on the bed. He watched patiently as you laid down your collection of lipsticks and lip glosses and lip balms, and every other product prefixed with 'lip'. He'd known the differences between each of those in theory; he could still remember you giving him a lecture about that, but when all laid side by side, he couldn't really tell which from which.

"What are you doing, love?" You wiggled yourself between his legs, and his knees propped up as he sat up again, but your hand pressed to his chest to push him back down, making a point to drag your fingers down to the sparse trail of hair on his stomach which now peeked out from under his shirt.

"Hold on, hold on. Give me a moment. I said I'll show you.”

"Yeah, but I still wanna know"

Spencer didn't know whether to be more confused or aroused as you wiggled his boxers off of him. Weird little thing, you. He couldn't quite get what picture you were trying to paint here. But then you lay on your stomach, face close to his crotch, and he felt his blood redirect south.

His hand stroked your hair. "Love…"

You pressed your face to his thigh, then turned inward so you could kiss at his supple skin, and then it had been clear. It's what you did every single time you wanted him like that, and every single time, his cock twitched; at this point, it was Pavlovian.

You kissed and licked and nipped at his thigh, then the other, closer and closer to where he wanted you to be. His trimmed hair tickled your nose and you chuckled, finally meeting his gaze with heavy lids. He could see the hunger in your eyes—but more so, it was mischief. What are you up to, trouble?

As he was about to speak, you reached for one of the lipsticks over his thigh (or was it gloss? Peptide maybe?). Color swiped over your lips perfectly despite there being a lack of a mirror in the process, though he doubted perfection was your motive right now.

"You look gorgeous like that, darling."

You blush at his comment, thinking it was a good thing you went for the color that you did, but in his mind, he meant you look gorgeous, down there where you were, and gazing up at him like that.

He was rewarded with a lip print on the base of his half-chubbed dick. In return, he petted your hair, encouraging you to do more. Every time the color faded, you would apply a new product. You showered him with soft kisses all around his shaft and thigh, covering him with lipstick and spit, all while blinking slowly up at him with those lust-filled eyes.

When his heavy cock went fully erect, you'd only gotten to about three colors. There wasn't much talking up to that point- he could tell you were just enjoying yourself, taking your time to tease him, even if it wasn't your intention.

With a contented sigh, he spoke, "Enjoying yourself, pretty girl?"

You responded with a dazed smile and a teasing kiss to the head of his prick. His hand found your cheek, and you nuzzled your face into his palm, smearing it with a stray streak of red. His sweet, sweet girl.

"Fuck," he muttered as his control wavered. He knew that this was what you wanted, that this was for you, yet the sight of you, loving on him like you were doing right now, made his dick pulse. "Darling, please," he gruffed out.

Finally, you noticed his torment. "Oh, baby…I'm sorry," you cooed as you licked the underside of his head.

"Christ, baby…"Spencer pinched between his brows, eyes shut and summoning all the self-control he had left. He wasn't at all religious, but at the moment, his mind scrambled for which saint to pray to when a guy didn't want to blow his load early as his girl worshipped his cock. His other hand gripped tightly on your scalp, and you let out a pleased chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I just really have been thinking about this a while…"

"You should've told me, love. You know I would never deny you. Not when you-oh fuck."

His words were stolen from him as you curled your fist around him tight and pumped, twisting your wrist and moving up and down. The hand on your head shifted to your shoulder as he remained conscious enough to not want to yank your hair out. You think you hear him curse out, but you weren't sure; mesmerized by the mess you were making on him and of him.

Mauves and corals and crimsons, glosses and mattes, blurred together in a beautiful tableau on his cock. For a solid moment, you were hypnotized by how the colors blended together as you moved your fist—up and down, up and down. A bead of pre formed on his cockhead, and you brushed it on your lips as you did with the lipsticks he now had all over him before licking it all up. He saw your eyes flutter shut and the switch in your brain flip.

Hungry is what he would describe it, the way you took him in your mouth and sank down til his head hit the back of your throat. For a solid minute, you stayed there unmoving and unbreathing, forcing yourself to relax around him.

"Jesus, baby, come back up," he pleaded as he tugged on your hair, but you didn't relent. You held yourself steady with your hands on his hips, only releasing him reluctantly when he tugged harder, whining as you were pulled off. It was ridiculous, really. It's like he took away your favorite toy and you were clamoring to get it back.

"Mmhng Spence, please…please…" you whined. Spit connected your lips to his cock and the sheer vision of you, lipstick smeared all over your cheeks and your chin, lips shining with how much you were drooling for him, boy did it make him burn hot.

"Fuck love, look at you. Messy." His thumb swiped at the mess of spit and layers of gloss on your bottom lip. His pretty girl, cockdrunk because of her own doing. Your tongue, persistent as it always was, found his thumb and toyed with it before sucking it to the base of his palm. He groaned. "So that's what my pretty darling wanted. Wanted me to paint you, hm?"

You wrapped your lips around him again and nodded around his cock. Careless as you were, you gagged yourself on it. A hand brushed your head and you were comforted by the gentle touch. "Shh love, s'okay. You're okay. You're going so good, aren't you pretty girl? That's right. So, so good, baby."

The next second, his hand brushed your hair away from your face and gathered it at the nape of your head. "Go ahead darling, take what you want."

Eagerly sucking at his prick, you took your time milking him. Salt coated your tongue and you reached it down to the underside of his shaft, pushing out as far as you could, given how much his thick cock stuffed your mouth. Greedy, greedy. If it wasn't obvious with your selfish sucking, it was obvious in the way you moaned around his shaft. He rewarded you with groans that emptied all thoughts floating around in your brain and filled it with the need to make a mess of yourself with his come.

Only when you felt yourself about to pass out from the lack of air did you reluctantly pull him out of your mouth, but you didn't want to not be connected to him, even to catch your breath. You nuzzled your nose and cheek to his cock, inhaling his musk, feeling the weight of it on your skin. "Heavy. Fuck, mine… Love you…I love you, Spence…"

He laughed at the sound of your absent babbling, looking so dumb and drunk from his dick, and it sent a string of pearlescent precum down his shaft, which he then fed the heft of to your parted lips again. "Sweetheart you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Dirty girl, might have to take you shopping for more makeup if you keep it up."

He didn't even have to move a muscle to chase his orgasm; you were eagerly pulling at it, suckling sloppily on his cockhead, lightly tugging at his heavy balls so they don't feel excluded. Pleasure burned through his body as you brought him up to a euphoric high that tore a delicious groan from him. The first rope shocked you as it hit your soft palate, but then you came back enough to your senses to aim it at your face, all the while milking him with your fist to get each and every milliliter out. The next hit your cheek, the bridge of your nose, and then your lips. Again, you used the sensitive head of his softening prick to paint the evidence of his pleasure on your lips.

"Oh darling- fuck- ah shit." He tried to hold out as long as he could before tapping out, wanting to give you everything you wanted and more, but he really couldn't take it anymore. The combination of the sight of you, come-painted, and being so sensitive from his orgasm was too much for him. Your head rested on his thigh as you panted, tear-streaked eyes blinking up lazily at him with a satisfied grin on your face.

His fingers combed through your hair as he committed the scene before him to memory. The come on your tongue was streaked with a pink glittery gloss as you showed it to him. Jesus fuck, he thought, the sight of you was too much for a simple man like him to bear, yet he contemplated snapping a photograph just so he could have something to get himself off of when away from you. Gathering the streaks of his plentiful load from your cheek with his thumb and pushing it to your mouth, he watched as the various shades swirled with his seed and how you swallowed it all down.

"Did you like it, baby?"

"Sweetheart, I think you liked it."

A saccharine giggle bubbled out of you, and you kissed his thigh in gratitude. "Love you, Spence."

"I love you too, darling. Never keep an idea like that from me again."

[esote-rika]

HALLELUJAH!!!!! facials cum and swallowing OH I'M SO BLESSED I'VE DREAMED OF DAYS LIKE THIS

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researching for educational purposes 👁️

[winniethewitch11]

Cherry ୨୧ spencer reid x writer! reader

summary: you're a new writer who had enormous success with your first novel, and now you're stuck with your second one. You move to Washington DC due to a job opportunity, there you meet Spencer Reid, who can become much more than a writing help.

tags: slow burn, legal age gap (Spencer's 37, reader's 28), writer!reader, post prison! Spencer, professor! Spencer, professor! reader, female reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, coming of age

୨୧ timeline begins mid season 13

☁︎ = fluff | ☽ = hurt/comfort | ♡ = smut |

✞ = angst | ✿ = comfort

brand new city | ✿

⤷ you move to Washington DC to teach at the Georgetown university. You are struggling with the manuscript of your new book and your manager keeps pressuring you. During your first day at university you meet dr. Spencer Reid.

odd eye | ✿☁︎

⤷ you meet Rossi who shows up to help you, he opens your perspective, but then he tells you he cannot help you anymore. So, you ask Spencer to teach you about criminal behavior, and then, have the first reunion at your apartment.

rollercoaster | ☁︎✞

⤷ you and Spencer keep seeing each other to talk about your book. You found out something about him that startled you. Then, he surprises you with an unexpected invitation.

Extras

🍒 cherry apartment mood board

[hotchnerss]

oh s9 spencer you are SO delicious

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Somewhere I read that if a girl tells you you have nice hands, she's trying so hard not to fuck you and omg spencer reid's hands.

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Spencer is all whiny. He whimpers and begs. Please, please, please. I'll be good. I'll be so good for you. But you love to see him all wrecked and needed. You pull his hair and he loves it. He can be such a good boy.

[h0lym01y]

Have You Ever Tried This One?

request form! - most chapters will be focused on whatever new thing they are trying! if you have an idea for something they could try let me know!

pairing : spencer x reader

synopsis : spencer is a painfully pent up virgin, to the point that it's getting in the way of his work. an agreement is formed with his coworker in an attempt to relieve his frustration as well as hers. they may not get along but maybe this will help them come together.

tags : enemies to enemies with benefits to maybe something more, pornwithplot, coworkers, secret relationship, virgin!spencer, experienced!reader

Chapter One : Nasty Dog : spencer makes a series of bad decisions that lead to an unfortunate confrontation out at a bar. you make a series of bad decisions that lead to a late night phone call with him.

Chapter Two : Human Nature : conversations are happening over breakfast, and then dinner.

[spenceloria]

HEAR ME OUT REAL QUICK???

early seasons spence when they dryhump for the first time... but her panties are pushed to the side and he's just right there and shes so wet that he just... slips in????

BOOM unlocks the most wild breeding kink in him, begging her to let him fill her up, whimpering and panting about it the entire time (2 minutes max, he is NOOTTTTT lasting) and shes encouraging him the entire time??

UMMMMM YESYESYES IM LISTENING LOUD AND CLEAR WTFFFF!!! i fear you all know me well enough atp to understand the squeal that escaped me when i read this ask!!!

early seasons spence with zero pull out game who nuts in five seconds… my dearest love🩵

he’s just soooooo pathetic:((( already rock hard and dripping even before the first low roll of your hips!!! he’s whimpering and whining like a puppy!!! its!!! pitiful really!!! URGHHH!!!!

his tip repeatedly bumping against ur swollen clit is enough to send him over the edge really, anything you do could make him finish in less than five minutes… but when he can feel how soaked you are??? dripping all over his length??? he almost loses himself,,,

one tinsy…tiny… seemingly insignificant grind of his hips and his cock just slips past your slit…. and he’s fully sheathed inside of you???? youre so wet!!! it happens so quickly he doesn’t even realize whats happening until he feels how tightly your gummy walls are squeezing him:((( and all of the sudden (if possible) his moans get a hundred times louder!!!

AND EGGING HIM ONNNN OH GOD YES PUHLEASE!!! im an avid “good boy” spence enjoyer so i know this is very overused on here but don’t jump me…

“feels so good, yeah? you’re gonna be a good boy and fill me up? hmm? gonna make a mess deep inside me??”

he’s so stupid and braindead his little “yesyesyesyes” barely make it past his lips… drowned out by every pathetic whine!!!

mmmm something abt spence w a breeding kink is just so… yes!!! cuz we KNOW he’s a disgusting little freak… but the thing is like he knows every single caution, he knows every danger, every statistic, esppp if you’re not on the pill… but you just feel too good:((( he can’t help himself:(((( AHHHH I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH BRUHHH

sorry for the lack of updates im just so tragically behind with kinktober… don’t hate me💔💔💔🥀 im tryna focus on wrapping up intros and actually getting into the prompts…

[heavenlybodies333]

Viagra, really? -S.R

Spencer Reid x coworker!reader

All you'd wanted was to satisfy a dumb curiosity—whether or not Viagra had an effect on women. It wasn’t like you were going to pop a whole pill and throw yourself at the next human being in sight. It was just a fun, stupid experiment for a boring Wednesday afternoon. You’d split the dose in half, dropped one into each of two steaming cups of black coffee—one for you, one for JJ—and left them on your desk while you stepped away to make Dr. Spencer Fucking Reid his usual. Like you did everyday.

The man had a freakish internal clock—he always took his second coffee at exactly 3:17 PM. You were the one who usually made it for him, and this time, that was your downfall. You had left your desk to go make his usual cup, completely forgetting you’d left the two tainted ones sitting there.

When you walked back in, everything went to hell. JJ looked chipper, a little pink in the cheeks, sipping from one of the cups. Spencer was holding the other spiked one. You stared at the third cup in your hand, the safe, non-Viagra-laced cup you’d made specifically for him, and your stomach dropped.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

He noticed you staring, eyes narrowing behind those glasses.“What?”

“Nothing!” you blurted, voice too high, too guilty. “Just—coffee. You know. Love it. Can’t live without it.” JJ gave you a sidelong glance over her cup, one eyebrow rising looking over at Reid, who of course, had already half-finished the drink.

Fifteen minutes later, he shifted in his seat. Twenty minutes in, he tugged at his tie. Cleared his throat. His cheeks were flushed. You didn’t want to believe it was happening, but it was.

The Viagra was definitely working.

At twenty-five minutes, Spencer Reid stopped typing mid-sentence. His hands froze over the keyboard. His brows knitted in concentration, he glanced at you. His expression unreadable. Then he stood abruptly. His chair rolled back. His hand pressed low to his stomach—almost reflexively—and he muttered, “I need to step out.”

You blinked. “What?” But he didn’t answer. He was already halfway to the hallway bathroom. You turned slowly to JJ. She looked back at you. Eyes wide. “Did he just—?”

“He drank yours,” you hissed. JJ nearly choked. “Then who—?”

“I have his.” You looked at the untouched cup beside you. “You took mine. He took yours.” JJ snorted so hard she had to cover her mouth. “Oh my God.”

“This isn’t funny!” you whisper-yelled.

“I can’t believe you accidentally drugged Reid!”

“I didn’t drug him! I—okay, technically, yes, I—” You groaned. “JJ. I gave Spence a goddamn boner pill.” You dropped your face into your hands.

It took him thirty-six minutes to come back. And when he did? You knew immediately. Because he knew. His eyes landed on you with laser precision. He didn’t speak, not at first. He just walked—calmly, slowly—over to your desk. You looked up, throat dry.

“You wanna tell me,” he said angrily hushed, “why I just spent half an hour in the men’s room trying to hide a completely inexplicable erection?”

You stared at him before looking around for JJ to be your saving grace, of course that bitch was nowhere to be found. “Spencer, I can explain—”

“Can you?” His voice was low, sharp. “Because the only logical explanation is that someone laced my coffee with sildenafil citrate.”

You winced. “We were just—curious. JJ and I.”

His jaw ticked. “We?”

“Look, I wasn’t trying to—” You fumbled. “It was for JJ and me! I made two cups, left them on my desk, and then went to get your usual—”

“And you didn’t think to label them?” His voice cracked at the end, furious and scandalized. “You didn’t think to mention the presence of a powerful vasodilator in the office kitchen?”

“Okay, you’re being dramatic.”

“I am hard in trousers I can’t stand up in.”

You bit your bottom lip. “Oh my God, Spencer—”

“Don’t use that tone—like I’m the one in the wrong here.”

You were fighting a laugh. He looked so mad, and so flushed, and so painfully, obviously turned on.

His slacks betrayed him completely. The sharp cut of his jacket couldn’t hide the tension in his body, couldn’t cover the way he shifted, subtle and controlled, like every move was an effort not to feel too much.

“Are you seriously mad at me?” you asked, voice low, eyes darting around.

He leaned in, his mouth near your ear. “I’m hard,” he whispered, “and I’ve been hard for forty-five minutes. You drugged me. You think this is funny?”

You swallowed. “No.” But your voice said otherwise.

“It’s not funny,” you said, grinning. “It’s just—”

“What?” His voice dropped. “It’s what?” He just sat there, visibly hard, visibly panicking, eyes darting toward his lap like his own body was betraying him in real time.

“Reid,” you whispered, “do you want me to take you somewhere private?”

“I—uh—what? No. I mean, yes, I just—” He exhaled sharply and pressed the heels of his palms into his thighs, like that would help the situation. “This is not... I don’t normally feel like this. Not around you. I mean, not because of you. Not—not that I don’t find you attractive, because you’re very attractive, obviously. It’s just—I wasn’t prepared for this. You dosed me.”

You tried not to laugh. “I didn’t dose you, I made a coffee laced with a questionable pharmaceutical as a joke for JJ, and you drank it.”

His eyes narrowed. “That doesn’t make it better.”

“No,” you agreed, biting your lip. “But it does make it kind of hot.”

He gawked. “Hot?”

You leaned in, your voice hushed. “You. Like this. All flustered and mad and trying really hard to pretend you're not turned on in front of me.”

He made a wounded, embarrassed sound and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh my god. You’re enjoying this.”

You tilted your head. “A little.”

“I could report you to HR,” he muttered, though it had no real bite. His cheeks were flushed, jaw tight with discomfort and... something else. He refused to meet your eyes.

“And what would you say?” you teased gently. “‘She accidentally gave me a hard-on in the middle of the bullpen and then looked too hot about it?’”

He groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “You’re the worst.” you noticed he didn’t move away when you inched a little closer, nor did he stop you when you rested your hand lightly on his knee.

He looked down at it. Then up at you. And his voice cracked a little when he asked, “What... are you doing?”

You smiled. “Making it up to you.”

“You can’t just—just seduce your way out of this,” he stammered. “This is medical. Physiological. I—I’m experiencing venous occlusion and—and increased nitric oxide—”

“God, even flustered, you’re the most ridiculously hot person I’ve ever met,” you muttered, half to yourself.

He stared at you, lips parted. “Are you serious right now?”

You nodded, still smiling. “Dead serious.”

“You don’t have to do anything, Spence,” you said softly. “Just come with me. Somewhere private. I’ll take care of it.”

He hesitated. Eyes searching yours like he was weighing every possible outcome. Then he stood suddenly, stiffly, clearly trying to adjust himself without making it worse.

He stared at you. Then he looked toward Hotch’s office. Empty. Toward the hallway. Quiet. Back at you.

He grabbed your wrist. You barely had time to register it. He pulled you down the hallway, fast and quiet, past the copier, past the tech room, past the old conference wing. His grip was hot and firm around your wrist

You knew where he was going before you saw the door: Storage 4C – Surplus Tech.

Dead zone. No cameras. Half the time even Garcia forgot it existed. He pulled you in. Shut the door. Locked it. Watching him pace in a tight circle, he looked like he might combust.

“This is insane,” he said. “I’ve got dopamine overload, I can’t think straight, my pants—” He gestured wildly toward his zipper. “I can’t even sit down like this.”

You took a slow step toward him. “Then don’t sit down.” He opened his mouth—probably to ask what the hell you meant—but before he could speak, you dropped to your knees.

“Wh—what are you—” His voice cracked halfway through the sentence, sharp and panicked.

You looked up through your lashes, palms dragging slowly up the backs of his thighs. “You said you didn’t know what to do, right? So let me.” You reached up to undo his belt, watching the muscles in his stomach tighten beneath the fabric of his shirt.

“You don’t have to—” he choked out.

“I want to,” you said simply.

He made a soft, moan when you freed him from the confines of his slacks—thick and flushed, already straining with pressure. The tip was leaking, glistening, and you could tell just how sensitive he was by the way his thighs trembled the second your breath ghosted over his skin.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Oh my god.” You wrapped your fingers around the base and leaned in, licking a slow, teasing stripe up the underside of his cock. His whole body jolted.

One hand shot out instinctively and tangled in your hair, the other hovered helplessly in the air like he didn’t know what to do with himself. His head tipped back against the wall, breath ragged.

“Y-you’re gonna kill me,” he whispered.

You smiled around him as you took him into your mouth, slowly, letting him feel the heat, the suction, the way your tongue curled just right. He gasped—a sharp, disbelieving sound—and his hips jerked forward before he forced himself back, muttering a frantic, “Sorry—sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

You moaned around him in response, letting him know you liked it, and the sound dragged another whimper out of him.

He looked down at you, his face flushed, his lips parted, his expression somewhere between awe and desperation. His fingers tightened in your hair again when you took him deeper, your throat relaxing around him.

“God, you’re—” He cut off with a moan, teeth digging into his lower lip. “You feel... fuck, you feel so good.”

You bobbed your head slowly, deliberately, watching him unravel. He was panting now, trying and failing to keep it together. His knees buckled slightly and his grip in your hair more needy.

“I’m—I can’t—” he stammered, trying to pull you back gently. “You—you have to stop or I’m gonna—”

You hummed low in your throat, and that was it. His cock twitched in your mouth as he came. you sucked harder, mouth still wrapped around him, swallowing everything, hands steady on his hips while he sagged against the wall,

You let him go with one last slow drag of your tongue, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand like it was just another Tuesday.

His eyes were still closed when you stood. Like he couldn’t quite process as you leaned in close, your voice a whisper at his ear, “I said I’d fix it,” you murmured, “consider us even.” And then you turned and walked out—leaving him dazed, pants half-open, jaw slack, completely wrecked in the supply closet of the BAU.

No shame. Just the soft sound of your boots against the tile, echoing back to him

Spencer Reid didn’t move for a full five minutes. And when he finally did, all he could say was: “…Holy shit.”

a/n: omfg it’s confirmed Matthew is coming back for season 18 of criminal minds im losing my shit

⋆•★⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆★•⋆

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[winniethewitch11]

More early Reid hot headcanons because why not ❤️‍🔥🔞

bedchem pt 1

❥ Once you told him about how much you liked his perfume and now he uses it everytime he gets to see you

❥ He can't believe you get so warm and wet whenever he's close to you

❥ When you say his name with that wrecked needy voice, he melts

❥ He can't believe the sounds you make because of him

❥ He fantasizes a lot about you but he never admits it

❥ He likes to take his time with you. He's never on a rush. He likes to explore, to touch, to kiss, he kisses you like he's never gonna do it again. Like he's worshipping you

❥ He's not demanding, oh but he can be... If you only ask for it

❥ He's got core memories of you, and your sounds, and the way your body shivers when he touches you. And he's gotten into trouble because of his damn eidetic memory

[winniethewitch11]

🍒 hot Spencer Reid headcanons nobody asked for but here they are 🔞

🍓 He’s very calm about this stuff. Yeah, in early seasons he doesn’t have a ton of experience, but he KNOWS things. He knows how the body works, and he uses that knowledge to make you feel good. 🍒 He’s the type that checks on you constantly: “Are you okay? Do you like this? Want me to keep going?” 🫠 🍓 He's very vocal. He’s not afraid of telling you how good you make him feel. (And he’s got that breathless, nerdy, desperate tone that ruins you). 🍒 He's the one who doesn’t stop. He can continue and continue and continue until you’re wrecked and satisfied. 🍓 PRAISE KING. He will not shut up about how incredible you are. “Do you even know what you do to me?” 🍒 He reads. A LOT. Which means every now and then he’s like: “I was reading something earlier… I was wondering if you’d want to try it out, only if you’re comfortable—” and you already know you’re not walking straight the next day. 🍓 Spencer is an enthusiast — your body is his favorite experiment. He loves watching how you react, memorizing every sound, every shiver, every arch of your back. 🍒 You and me, we both know Spencer is the BEST at aftercare. Even when you’re a puddle, he’s still there like: “Was that okay? Did you like it?” while you’re just lying there, forgetting your own name.

[reidiness]

the concept of early seasons Spencer Reid getting a little drunk and horny for his girlfriend he can't believe he has.