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concept- Loki soulmate au where his soulmate is reincarnated over and over and over again but they can be anywhere in the universe so he uses his magic to become aware whenever his soulmate is reborn on whatever planet, as whatever species, as whichever gender. however, this time, it's earth. A part of him doesn't even want to bother because humans live such tiny short lives except reader is a mutant and her ability is healing. So she's stuck at the age her mutation developed, always healing, never aging. It's not until about a 150 something years pass that loki realizes that his soulmate is still that same person on earth so he finally ventures to seek her out and hope that maybe this time it'll be forever? send post.
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pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
word count: 5.6k
summary: what starts as an academic crush on your painfully observant professor becomes significantly harder to survive after spencer reid signs a piece of feedback with âI remain yours sincerely.â unfortunately, you make the deeply questionable decision to keep it tucked inside your phone case.
includes: no use of y/n, professor!spencer reid, student/teacher dynamic, mutual pining, slow burn, academic yearning, intellectual intimacy, awkward flirting, emotional repression, praise kink if you squint, small age gap, office hours tension, accidental confession, unresolved sexual tension, humiliation as a love language, reader is down catastrophic, hopeful ending
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Your existence revolves around your work, estate sales on the weekend, and the occasional one-night standâcarefully curated, just like the content you comb through every day at your job. But when you recognize a murder victim as one of the girls from a video you'd deleted, suddenly upper management is hounding you, cryptic messages are left in your work locker, and one very lanky FBI agent keeps showing up at your door. post prison!Spencer Reid x content mod!reader
contents: fem!reader, no use of y/n but you'll occasionally be called 'Stella', reader is a smoker, typical criminal minds violence, self-isolating reader. More specific warnings will be added per chapter.
coming soon...
a/n: I feel a little manic. Sharing my ideas is always a bad thing bc I hyperfixate and do shit like this. Anyway. Short, limited series (I hope lol) so let me know if you'd like to be on the taglist!
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SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN â± spencer reid x unsub!reader
summary: spencer reid wakes up to an unexpected guest all up in his business.
genre: smut (MDNI) | word count: 3.5k
tags: reader is an unsub || DDDNE, dubcon, somnophilia, oral (m receiving), protected p in v, technically a home invasion but it's fine, enemies with benefits, toxic relationship, religious imagery, reader is nocturnal, title from a metallica song: enter sandman, not proofread
notes: another freak fic dedicated to @crime-bunny, my perverted twin. thereâll be a part two to this, eventually; i think spencer ought to get his revenge.
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"Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of Godâs mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to Godâthis is your true and proper worship." â ROMANS 12:1 (NIV)
Youâre very light on your feet. Thatâs what you were told growing up; that you hardly made a sound, that youâd one day make an excellent ballerina. A perfect white swan.
You were quick, quiet, graceful. All traits desirable in ballet, equally applicable to serial killing. Though you doubt your parents had that âcareerâ path in mind when they would praise how nimble you were.
Getting into the apartment is an easy feat. The key fits perfectly into the lock. The door doesnât groan as you ease it open. Youâve already memorised which floorboards creak on the way to the bedroom.
Your flats slot perfectly beside his shoes, your leather jacket gets left on the back of his couch, and youâre left standing in your nightgown, navigating his apartment in the dark as though itâs your own. It isnât something youâd usually wear to wander the streets of D.C in the dead of night, but flexibility is a virtue, and youâre always willing to make exceptions.
sweater
spencer reid x bau!reader
summary: you show up to the bureau wearing his sweater
The first thing Spencer notices that morning isnât the case file in his hands.
It isnât Morgan talking, or Garcia rambling through the speaker, or even the faint smell of stale coffee lingering in the bullpen.
Itâs you. Specifically what youâre wearing. Or what youâre not wearing. Because that is definitely his sweater.
His brain catches it in pieces at first. The oversized sleeves. The slightly worn cuffs. The exact shade of dark gray he remembers because he bought it during a lecture tour in Boston three years ago. The one thatâs softer than it should be because heâs washed it too many times.
And itâs on you. Spencer stops walking mid-step.
âReid?â Morgan nudges him. âYou good, man?â
He doesnât answer right away. Because now youâre turning around, completely unaware, balancing a cup of coffee in one hand and the sweater shifts slightly off your shoulder.
His sweater. On your shoulder. Spencerâs brain, usually operating at a terrifying speed, completely stalls.
ââŠthatâs my sweater,â he says under his breath.
Morgan follows his line of sight. Then grins. âOh,â Morgan mutters. âOh, this is gonna be fun.â
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You donât notice Spencer at first. Youâre too busy trying not to spill your coffee while flipping through notes, muttering to yourself about timelines and inconsistencies.
Itâs only when you feel someone hovering nearby that you look up. And there he is. Standing way too still. Eyes locked on you or, more specifically, on the sweater.
ââŠhi?â you say, a little confused.
Spencer opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again.
âThatâsââ he gestures vaguely, like words are suddenly optional, ââyouâre wearingââ
You glance down. Oh, right. His sweater.
Youâd grabbed it last night without thinking. Youâd stayed over, fallen asleep halfway through one of his rambles about cognitive bias, and when you left in the morning, it was just there. Comfortable. Familiar.
You didnât really think about how it would look walking into the BAU.
ââŠyeah,â you say, suddenly a little self-conscious. âI, umâhope thatâs okay? I meant to bring it back but I was running late andââ
âYou can keep it.â The words come out too fast. Too immediate. Spencer freezes after saying them, like he didnât mean to say it out loud.
Your eyebrows lift. âKeep it?â
âI mean, not keep it permanently, unless you want to, which would be statistically improbable given normal clothing rotation habits, butââ he stops, exhales, visibly trying to reset his brain, ââit looks⊠good.â
Thereâs a pause. A very noticeable pause. Because Spencer Reid just said something looks good. And he is not looking at your face. He is very, very focused on the sweater. On how it fits you. On how the sleeves fall past your hands. On how itâs unmistakably his and somehow⊠better on you.
Your lips twitches, âYouâre staring,â you say softly.
âIâm notââ he immediately looks up, which is worse, because now heâs looking directly at you, and his ears are turning pink, ââI just recognized the fabric composition.â
âOh, of course you did,â you tease.
Morgan snorts loudly from across the room. Spencer glares at him for half a second before looking back at you, clearly trying to recover.
ââŠyou didnât have to bring it back,â he says, quieter now.
Something about the way he says it, less flustered, more honest, makes your chest tighten just a little.
âI know,â you reply. âBut I wanted to.â
His gaze flickers, just briefly, to the neckline of the sweater again.
ââŠyou can still wear it,â he adds.
Now you really smile.
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The rest of the team catches on quickly. Garcia notices first, obviously.
âOh my God,â her voice crackles through the speakers. âIs that boy genius couture I see?â
You choke on your coffee. Emily leans over her desk, squinting. âWait⊠is that actually Reidâs?â
JJ looks between the two of you, already piecing it together, a knowing smile forming.
Spencer, meanwhile, looks like heâs about to combust. âItâs just a sweater,â he insists.
âYour sweater,â Morgan corrects.
Spencer adjusts his satchel strap. âClothing items are frequently shared amongââ
ââpeople who are dating,â Emily finishes.
Silence. Spencer blinks. You raise an eyebrow. Morgan grins like heâs just won something.
ââŠweâre notââ Spencer starts, then glances at you, falters, and immediately loses all confidence in the sentence, ââI mean, not officially, not that labels are necessary forââ
You step closer to him. Not enough to make a scene. Just enough that your shoulder brushes his. He freezes instantly.
ââŠyou okay?â you ask, voice soft, teasing but gentle.
He swallows, then nods, ââŠyes.â But he doesnât move away. And he doesnât stop looking at you.
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Later, when the bullpen quiets down and everyoneâs distracted with their own work, Spencer finds himself standing beside you again.
He doesnât say anything at first. Just⊠lingers.
You glance up. âYouâre hovering again.â
âIâm not hovering,â he says automatically.
âYou are,â you smile. âBut I donât mind.â
That seems to short-circuit him a little.
ââŠokay,â he says.
Thereâs a small pause.
ââŠit suits you,â he blurts out.
You tilt your head. âThe sweater?â
He nods, âI like it better on you,â he admits, quieter now.
That catches you off guard. Because Spencer doesnât say things like that casually. You study him for a second, really look at him.
At the way heâs trying so hard to stay composed. At the way his fingers twitch slightly, like he wants to reach out but isnât sure if he should. So you make it easier.
You gently tug at the sleeve. âMaybe Iâll keep stealing your clothes, then,â you say.
His eyes widen slightly. âYou can,â he says, almost immediately.
Then, softer, ââŠanytime.â
Your heart does something stupid in your chest. And for once, Spencer Reid doesnât try to explain it away with science. He just stands there, a little flustered, a little breathless and very, very aware that youâre still wearing his sweater.
always soo freaking sleepy omg leave him alone ;-;
Star Pupil // Spencer Reidâïž
synopsis: in which Spencerâs daughter is teaching her stuffed animal class and he is taking it very, very seriously
genre: fluffy
wc: 930ish
notes/tags: professor! spence, yes spencer named his childhood teddy bear after carl sagan, inspired by âreid, is your name samuel?â, space facts should be correct because i got them from NASAđ€âïžbadger is named after badger from the wind in the willows his daughter isnât just unimaginative
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Spencer shifted where he sat cross-legged on the carpet, wedged between a small pink teddy bear and a large stuffed elephant. He clicked his glittery blue pen a couple more times, scribbling on his Disney princess-patterned paper again and watching as no ink came out. Sighing, he raised his hand in the air.
âExcuse me, Miss Reid?â He called out. Across the room small brown eyes much like his looked up from where they were helping Pebble the Penguin with his quiz. âMay I have another pen, please?â
Intuition - Spencer Reid
â°summary: Spencer is a goner for his girlfriend, and would do anything for her. On a rainy afternoon, he is suddenly very sure he wants to take the next step in your relationship. Only, he's very afraid he could do something wrong.
â°pairing: Spencer x reader
â°Warnings: pet names, Spencer is soooo in love, but so is reader, virgin!spencer, giggly first time, nothing too graphic, Spencer and reader both being so nervous but so in love they just enjoy sharing this experience, established relationship, no talks about protection (they had that talk beforehand, okay?!), Spencer wants the reader to have a good time and fearing he cannot deliver (spoiler: he can!), honestly this is love making at its finest
this is literally the first time in YEARS I've written intimate scenes (and definitely the first time since I've had experience myself), and it feels strangely vulnerable sharing this with the world, so please be kind <3
â°word count: 2.9k
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The rain drops were coming down hard against the windows of the apartment. In the distance, there was a thunder shaking the clouds. Distant, but audible.
Spencer had never shared the general public's stance on 'bad weather', as so many people liked to put it. No, the so-called bad weather was what had always calmed him.
The world somehow seemed quieter when the thunder was such a blaring contrast to it. And Spencer enjoyed the world a lot more when it seemed less loud. It relaxed him, the rhythm of rain hitting surfaces, and it made it easier to organize his thoughts.
Right now, as the storm was drawing closer, his gaze landed on you, book in hand, snuggled under a thick blanket he had wrapped you in not long ago.
Spencer and you had been dating for a little over three months now, and to say that he had never been happier would have been the understatement of his life.
For much too long, Spencer was certain he had been cursed. Not in the literal, mythical sense (his scientific upbringing was still a little too strongminded to really believe that). But in the loose sense of the meaning, yes, he had believed that.
Everyone around him had found love, they had started a family that he had so desperately craved himself.
Before he even knew how to approach a human of the female gender, Spencer had been certain he wanted to become a father one day. He loved children, of any kind, of any age. And he desperately, undoubtedly, wanted to give his child the fatherly love he had never gotten.
So why didn't it ever work out in his favor? It's not like he wasn't open to relationships. Sure, he was aware that he wasn't the most obvious choice for some women. He knew he could come across as awkward; he'd been told that countless times, both in a loving and in a mean way. Either way, he had internalized that notion.
Additionally, he was hesitant about physical touch. Agreed, not the best start to a relationship. But he had been sure, once the right person would come along, it would not be a problem.
And roughly one year ago, when you joined the team, he knew all of his waiting had not been in vain. Sure, it had taken some time (eight months) and some persuading (by Derek, Penelope, and Rossi) to ask you out, but once he saw the sparkle in your eyes and a giddiness as a response to his question, he knew it would be worth it.
And it had been. It might sound cliche, and he would not believe it himself had he not experienced it, but it felt like all of the stars finally aligned for him and brought him you. God, you were making him poetic.
You, perfect, flawless you.
You would roll your eyes at him would you hear his thoughts, he knew that all too well, and for a moment he was glad he was alone with his thoughts, alone with turning and twisting you in his mind to come to the conclusion he had drawn a long time ago; you were the love of his life.
A lazy, lopsided smile tugged at his lips at he took you in, drank you in, even. He simply could never get enough of you. Wasn't even really sure about how he got so lucky.
He watched your eyes scan the pages of the book resting on your lap, watched your fingers sprawled across the book, holding it in place while your other hand held a cup of tea close to your mouth, sipping on the lukewarm ingredients.
A sense Spencer had yet to completely familiarize himself with overtook him, again.
He wanted to touch you, he wanted to kiss you, to devour you.
Spencer had known he would eventually give in to the physicality so closely entwined with relationships once he really loved someone, but he had never anticipated it would happen to quickly, so violently, even.
He was no newcomer to kissing and making out.
But when he first kissed you, it seemed as though something in his genetic make up just changed. He knew it wasn't biologically possible, though he didn't seem to find a plausible explanation, either.
Ever since then, Spencer had the feeling he had to control himself around you, like your touch had somehow transformed him into nothing more but a wild animal, driven by primal wants and needs. He didn't really know the protocol around such things. Sure, he had done things before. But otherwise, he was a virgin in the majority of ways that counted.
He had told you pretty early on, and you had not even blinked at his confession. His worries about your reaction had all been in vain, and it felt as though a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders and lungs when you didn't laugh or belittle him about it.
''You don't mind?'', he had asked, cheeks still unusually warm from his previous confession.
Your brows had been tucked together in genuine confusion. ''What? Why would I?''
And that was that. He thought it would take a while until he wanted to take that step. And again, like with so many aspects revolving expectations he had had about his first relationship, he was utterly, undoubtedly, wrong.
You had been with other men. He knew that. What he also knew, though, was that none of these men had been particularly kind to you whatsoever. So, naturally, he wanted everything he did for you to be as perfect as you deserved it.
Gaze still locked on your form, storm still raging outside, he suddenly jumped from his seat across the room from you and rummaged through the endless piles of books he owned.
''Whatcha looking for, handsome?'', you mumbled into your tea, gaze not lifting from the words on the pages.
Spencer tried ignoring what that simple pet name was doing to his central nervous system but failed utterly. His heart beat stuttered and he grinned boyishly into himself.
''I'm searching for a book on sex,'', he blurted, never having seen the sense in lying.
He heard you choking on your beverage and whipped his head around to you. ''Are you okay?'', he asked hastily, crouching on the floor in front of you within seconds as you continued coughing.
You nodded in reply, hand on your chest to calm your breathing, cheeks hot with the topic in question.
''Wha- I mean, eh...why?'', you brought out, pulse hammering in your neck and chest. Spencer's cheeks were also beginning to take on a pinkish color.
He blinked and furrowed his eyebrows, like he so often did before he tried to explain another complex train of thoughts his mind produced.
''Well, I know you've been with other men. And I haven't been. With other people, I mean. So I figured, I should further study what techniques there are to...uhm...to make you feel good, I guess?''
At this point, he was a blushing, rambling mess, and although your cheeks were pink as well, you wanted nothing more but to kiss the embarrassment from his face. You were incredulous, how could this man even exist? A man who wanted to research techniques before he ever touched you?
You shook your head in disbelief, and for a brief moment, Spencer thought he had said something wrong. But he quickly identified your love-struck grin he was lucky enough to have become familiar with.
''You're unbelievable. And I mean that in a good way,'', you mumbled, face still flush but giddy, Spencer could basically see the happiness on it.
Still, Spencer didn't really understand what you meant by that.
''Why?''
How could it be that the most endearing person on earth also happened to be your boyfriend?
''Spence,'', you whispered, smile still adorning your lips, as you pulled him in closer to you by his cardigan. He was still on his knees on the floor, crouching in front of the couch you sat on.
As soon as you touched him, he was a goner, he was basically putty in your hands. He had that lovestruck look on his face as his eyes transfixed on yours.
''I understand that you might be a little nervous, but I assure you, you don't have to be. You can do absolutely nothing wrong.''
''Well, of course! There are a lot of things I could do wrong for exam-''
''Spence,'', you cut him off. ''You love me. I know that. You love me more than any man who has ever touched me. And with that, I promise you, you will know what to do. You will know what's right.'', you explained, voice in a whisper, hands still holding his cardigan as you saw his gaze drop down to your lips.
Spencer cupped the back of your neck with one of his large hands and pulled you into him, your lips brushing his as you grinned into the kiss and he reciprocated.
Even after weeks of being able to getting used to it, you hadn't yet. The feeling of Spencer's lips on yours was a new one every time your lips connected. You felt lightheaded almost instantly, and you scolded him internally for ever thinking he could not know what to do with you.
''You're right, you know,'', he mumbled in between kisses.
''Hm?''
He pulled away, though not far, never far, to look at you, your face in between his hands, his thumbs stroking your skin, eyes lovingly holding yours. ''That I love you,'', he whispered, and you felt even dizzier.
''I'm always right,'', you giggled in response. ''And I love you too, you know,'', your voice was back to a whisper as Spencer placed light kisses across your jaw and neck. You let your head fall back, and he hummed knowingly in response.
Yet, this was not entirely out of the ordinary for you, yet. He took almost every opportunity he could get to show you just how much he loved you. It was what he said next that made you realize it was different this time, what made goosebumps break out on your whole body.
''Wrap your legs around me, I don't want to do this here,'', he whispered, then immediately kissed a spot below your ear, making you shiver.
You caught his eyes, both in surprise and in question.
''Spence, we don't have to-''
''I know what. But do you seriously think I don't want to? I can barely think of anything else,'', he confessed, the heat coming back to his and your cheeks.
You wordlessly wrapped your legs around his waist and he picked you up without effort. His lips found yours again, capturing them in loving kisses again and again. His hands were on the back of your thighs, and on the way to his bedroom, he let one of them deliberately slip to your behind.
You knew it was wrong to compare him to the men you had been with. But it didn't feel wrong, given he won every point without even trying. His kisses weren't hungry, they were curious, loving. His hands on your body weren't searching for more, they weren't possessive, they were curious. He wanted to explore every part of you in the most innocent way possible, and with each and every touch, he made you feel like he appreciated you, not like he wanted to own you, but like he wanted to love you, even more than he already did, if that was even possible.
Your heart was hammering in your chest as you ran through your last shower routine, wondering whether you shaved, but as Spencer lay you down gently onto the mattress, eyes finding yours, being both sure and excited at the same time, you knew it didn't matter. It was Spencer. He loved you more than anything. And you did, too.
Carefully, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants, looking into your eyes for confirmation, which you gave with a firm nod of your head. He slowly, cautiously, pulled the pants down your legs, and embarrassingly, you started trembling as soon as his fingertips touched the exposed skin of your legs.
He placed a few light kisses to your thighs.
''Are you okay?'', he asked as he noticed the trembling of your legs.
''Mhm,'', you mumbled in reply, catching his gaze. ''Just a little nervous, is all,'', you replied in a hushed tone.
''You, too?''
Spencer almost couldn't believe his ears. One of your hands cupped his cheeks and he leaned into your touch. ''Of course I am, baby.''
With your underwear still on, you sat up and pulled off your shirt, revealing your bare chest. Spencer cleared his throat and you were uncertain whether his eyes would fall out of their sockets before he could avert his gaze to someplace else.
You unbottoned his cardigan, which he took off in one swift move, before you tugged at the hem of his shirt, as well. He pulled it off and then you sat there, bare chest to bare chest, both heaving with heavy breaths and anticipation.
This time it was you who lunged forward, grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him against yourself. Spencer gladly followed and pushed you gently to lie back down again.
He continued kissing you while you felt him pull off his sweats. For a brief moment, you wondered whether he kept on his underwear, as well, but then you felt him warm, flush, against your stomach. The both of you shuddered at the contact, to which a fit of giggles erupted from your connected mouths.
Spencer then slowly pulled your underwear down your shivering legs and searched your eyes for any uncertainties. ''Are you sure?'', you heard him ask.
''Yes. Yes I'm sure,'', you nodded. He leaned his forehead against yours and you both took a moment to close your eyes and breathe and feel the other.
''Spence?''
''Yeah?''
''Just...Sometimes first times, they..um... they don't last very long. I want you to know that that's perfectly normal and please just... don't pressure yourself for me, okay?''
Spencer's chest felt all kinds of warm at your concern, and he nodded.
To your surprise, the next thing you felt were Spencer's fingers at your core, and you gasped in surprise. He drew soothing circles against the part of you that needed him most.
With every hiss, every moan that escaped your lips, you felt him twitch against your stomach.
It took him not more than two minutes to have you come completely undone before him. As soon as you were certain you could breathe again, you smacked his arm.
''Ow! What was that for?'', he grinned, perfect teeth on display. ''For lying to me! There's no way you have never done this!", you exclaimed, faking an angry scowl.
''I haven't, I swear!''
You pulled him down to your face, engulfing his lips in a lazy kiss. ''I told you. You'll know what to do,'', you mumbled against his lips.
At this point, you could feel him against your entrance, and any tiredness he had just induced you with was replaced by adrenaline again.
''Are you still sure?''
You smiled widely at him, eyes glistening with sureness, with happiness, as you nodded. Spencer was trembling too, now, and he quickly found one of your hands and entwined your fingers to ground him, before slowly, carefully, pushing in.
A shiver was ripping through both of your bodies, and it was not hard at all for Spencer to push all the way in, as you were more than ready for him. Though he was a lot bigger than you had anticipated. Your gazes met, both surprised, both immensely turned on, both bodies feeling on fire, which made the two of you erupt into a fit of giggles again.
Spencer brushed a strand of hair out of your face and peppered your face with light, loving kisses. You had never felt so loved.
''Is it okay if I move?'', to which you nodded in reply.
So Spencer started moving in and out of you, slowly at first, and you felt him fight off his release immediately. The feeling of him shivering, restraining himself below your touch, made you clench around him, earning a groan in return.
''Can you not-''
''Sorry, sorry,'', you giggled, and he huffed out a laugh in response.
''No, I'm sorry, I just-'', he met your gaze again, and his eyes softened, the stress he had put on himself only moments ago falling off of him once you were in his field of vision.
The hand that was not clasped by his own cupped his cheek again, a touch that said 'I'm here. You're fine, you're okay.', and he relinquished in the feeling of being understood.
He took all of his courage to move again, and he willed himself not to come simply by the feeling of feeling you, of being as close to you as humanly possible. Somehow, he felt you on every of his nerve endings, and he never wanted to do anything else, ever again.
After finally setting a pace that had you moaning and squirming beneath him, there's nothing else to do for him but let go and come undone. He moaned and trembled and you held him through it all.
He rolled onto his side, afterwards, pulled you in and placed kisses onto the top of your head. Then, sheepishly, he asked ''Can we do that again sometime?''
You prop yourself up on his chest, his fingertips caressing the back of your very sweaty back, a grin on your lips. ''Of course, baby. Anytime you want.''
''Yeah?''
''Yeah.''
Then you let him pull you into him again, lips meeting in kisses, in giggles, and in the pure happiness of having found a person that means everything to you.
seven minutes - spencer reid
pairing : spencer reid x hotch's daughter!reader
summary : when you're taken by an unsub who holds a peculiar grudge against your father, seven minutes make a hell of a difference between life and death.
warnings : angst with maybe -45% comfort, kidnapping, torture, mentions of harm being done to other people, completely made up plot btw so no spoilers for the actual show, spencer losing his shit, established relationship
word count : 9.5 k
a/n : as usual, not proofread ! probably about season 10-11!reid as in looks reference but the plotline is all over the place so uhm sorry abt that i was legit js pulling shit from my criminal minds memory bank and shoved them all together... so yeah defo not season-wise accuracy. (the crash is based on s13 so lil spoilers on that... and i also looked up every technical term i could think of to make spencer sound accurate so uh) enjoy !
plan your trip: things to know before you travel
tags: spencer x bau!reader, no use of y/n, first meeting, strangers to enemies (for now) warnings: none word count: 1.4K
part of the lonely planetâs guide universe. masterlist is here.
summary: first meeting between spencer and reader does not go great and neither do any of the subsequent meetings. your visit to hell is off to a very uncomfortable beginning i'm sorry to say.
note: the original plan was to set this in s6 or s7 but then someone *cough* tumblr user marcidstars *cough* started some horny s2 spencer with glasses agenda agenda and this whole thing replanned itself in my head. the main consequence is that half the drafts for future parts are titled "the sex education of spencer reid" which really is not where this was supposed to go and i can only apologise.
okay FINE i take full blame for this change. but only because it means i get more s2 spencer with glasses content <3 i'll find a way to con you into writing s5 spencer next, just you wait.
AND AND AND i love this. so much. insufferable petty reid is so dear to me especially when he has glasses on
this Spencer means very much to me
this scene specifically makes me so feral. keep me FAR AWAY from him for his own good. it's on SIGHT
things to do: experience the local nightlife
tags: s2!spencer x bau!reader, no use of y/n, spencer being horny for reader, but he still finds her annoying, both can be true warnings: no actual smut, but smutty thoughts and referenced smutty happenings, mentions of alcohol consumption word count: 1.3K
part of the lonely planetâs guide universe. masterlist is here.
summary: the team is out partying. reader's having fun, spencer not so much. rewrite of the night out at the beginning of 2x14 so he's about to have a much worse time (sorry my guy).
Heyyy, I'd love a latte with hazelnut/coconut drizzle (one or both, whatever you decide) and whipped cream!
Maybe one where reader is Garcia's childhood best friend and they end up traveling near her on a case? And Spencer notices how pretty she is and yadda yadda kissy kissy
Also I did see your most recent post, take your sweet time I'm in absolutely no rush, I'll probably forget about this the second I send it anyway <3
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a/n: wowwww the way this absolutely wrote itself. I LOVED THIS REQUEST!!! seriously this was the fastest iâve ever written a fic before. ty for the req i hope you love!! receipt is at the bottom!!
summary: spencer meets garciaâs childhood best friend and promptly forgets how to act like a normal human being. between phone calls and sneaking around, what starts as a crush turns into something a lot harder to keep hidden.
content warnings: spencer reid x fem!reader, lots and lots of smooching, slightly suggestive moments if u squint real real hard, otherwise just disgustingly tooth-rotting fluff
The case wrapped up clean.
The unsub had been apprehended with no further casualties, hostages rescued. The team had made it back to the precinct, packing up their things as they prepared to leave.
âOkay, now that weâve got the bad guy and all of the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad things are over, I have one tiny request.â Garcia announced to the team.
Hotch glanced over his shoulder as he zipped up his go-bag. âWhatâs that?â
âCould we please stay for dinner?â She asked, eyebrows raised hopefully. âMy best friend growing up lives right down the road from here, and I havenât seen her in ages. Iâd love for her to meet all of you.â
lucky strike | spencer reid x reader
summary: your car breaks down on a case, and sharing a motel room with your least favourite coworker becomes quite the challenge when he insists on pushing all your buttons. fortunately, you know just the way to get him to shut up, even if it's just for the night.
genre: smut (MDNI) word count: 10k (oops)
tags: fem!reader, enemies with benefits, petty arguing, sub!spencer, dry humping, unprotected p in v, they're freaking it raw, creampie, oral (f receiving), come eating, edging, overstimulation, mentions of birth control (pill), accidental L-bomb, motel sex, spell-checked but not really proofread
notes: part two of overexposed | this is the smuttiest thing i've written so far, i think.
âSo sick of sayinâ yes sir, yes sir.â â Maroon 5, Lucky Strike
Rule number one of working in the BAU: never agree to draw straws.
It doesnât matter how many times Rossi assures you that his games arenât rigged, they absolutely are. They have to be, because Reid and you get paired up so often, youâd think you were best friends.