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spencer reid
Just had a thought: Oblivious reader licking a spoon x Lucifer who's had a crush on them for weeks and is currently in the lusting stage -
oh you've done it now
Lucifer had invited you to share the pastries you were raving about just yesterday but they were hard to find in hell. of course, it was no big task for the king of hell!
the big task was confessing to you, but lucifer prided himself for taking things slow, he had a plan okay...
you hummed delightfully as the flavour settled over your tongue, and as licked the spoon, you moaned in delight. just a soft little “mmh—” like you’ve just tasted heaven itself. you turned to thank lucifer for this -
A sharp inhale, a choked half-sound—something between a cough and a failed attempt at dignity—escapes him before he can stop it.
You turn immediately, concern flickering across your face. “Luci? you okay?”
he is not okay.
gold blooms across his cheeks, fast and traitorous, and he covers his face with his hands. “splendid!” he blurts, voice pitching up in a way that absolutely betrays him. “everything is magnificent, even—”
he cannot look at you. if he looks at you, he might actually die.
“I must go.”
“what?”
"I just - gotta go - I suddenly remembered an urgent task Charlie gave me, bye!' and, poof, he was gone.
Here you were sitting alone, thinking you might have done something wrong, meanwhile lucifer was taking a cold shower...
(art not mine)
my headcanon: Spence “I don’t have email” Reid would get an email when he realizes he can send you long messages when he’s away about how much he’s missing you, the book he’s reading, what the city he’s in is like etc etc etc
at first, he’s hesitant, muttering that phone calls are fine and he’s not great with technology anyway, but the first time he’s gone for more than a week, he starts to miss you so much it hurts.
he has so many things he wants to tell you: what the city he’s in looks like, the book he was reading, the funny thing rossi said on the jet, how he thought of you when he saw a certain flower blooming on the side walk.
when he gets home from that trip, he asks, if you’ll help him set up an email. you're more than happy to help.
it starts small. his first email is just a shy little “hi. i'm in denver. it’s cold. i miss you.”
but then, as soon as you respond with your sweet words and a silly little story about your day, his emails change.
suddenly, he has to pour every thought that reminds him of you. over time, his emails become long. very long. they're almost essays.
he’ll describe the exact sound of the rain hitting the motel roof and how it reminds him of the first night you fell asleep on his shoulder.
he’ll tell you about the smell of an old library he ducked into between interviews and how he wished you could’ve seen how pretty it was.
you can feel how much he misses you in every line.
“i kept thinking about what you’d say about this.”
“if you were here, you’d probably laugh at me because—”
at some point, spencer gets self-conscious about how long his emails are. he’ll add little disclaimers: “sorry this is so long, i know you’re busy.”
but you never are too busy for him. you always read every word, sometimes twice.
he also starts checking his inbox first thing when he wakes up and last thing before he goes to sleep. he even prints some of your emails and keeps them folded in his bag, worn from rereading.
𝐏𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚 ♡
Spencer Reid x afab!reader || Masterlist || Spencer playlist
Started my period today and cramps are kicking my butt. So, nataurally, I wrote some Spencer fluff to self sooth.
word count: 1.3k
warning/tags: Reader is on her period. Mention of cramps and cravings. Spencer is a sweetheart. Roommate au. Mutual pining. Fluff and comfort. This hasn't been proofread, so apoligies for any potential mistakes <3
You groan slightly as you clutch a cushion to your chest, trying to settle on the couch while a wave of discomfort washes over you, the familiar twinge in your lower abdomen, an annoying reminder that your period has arrived. You wish you could curl up under a blanket and disappear for a few days, which life doesn’t usually allow for, but it is Friday, and there is at least that little sense of relief that the weekend is here.
You take a deep breath, feeling the cushion’s softness against you, and allow yourself to sink a little deeper into the couch, squeezing your eyes shut for a brief moment as another cramp ebbs and flows. Just as you’re about to let yourself wallow in self-pity, you hear the gentle sound of keys jingling and the front door creaking open.
The slight shuffle of footsteps makes your heart flutter. You can almost picture him as he hangs up his jacket next to yours. It’s not as if you officially have designated places on the coat hanger, but you both seem to instinctively know where your things go: your coats to the right, his jackets to the left, closest to the door. It’s a tiny ritual, an unspoken symmetry: your shoes on the top shelf of the shoe rack, Spencer’s on the bottom. It’s comforting, a bit like the hot fudge brownie you’re currently craving—soft, warm, and reassuring.
Cramps | s.r
who? spencer reid x fem!reader
category: fluffy fluff
summary: you stained spencer's bed sheets and clothes and think he's going to be mad but you couldn't be more chill about it
based on: MY PERIOD CRAMPS WERE KILLING ME BAHAHAHAHA
word count: 685
a/n: i stained my bedsheets during my afternoon nap the other day and i wished i had a spencer to take care of me because my cramps are BRUTAL (and i'm just a sucker for period fics overall lol) @angellic4l my beautiful proofreader, our baby is here.
t.w: mention of blood and very briefly a knife wound
The sound of the shower running awoke you and even in your sleepy state, you smiled because that was a sign that Spencer was already home.
Do i know you?🩸❤️🩹 S.R
pairing: Vampire!spencer reid x afab fem!reader (no use of y/n)
‘i will love you till the end of time, i would wait a million years’ - Blue jeans Lana del rey.
Rating: MDNI, NSFW, Sexually explicit content 18+
synopsis: Centuries after accidentally killing his mate, the love of his life. Spencer Reid sees you on a rainy street—you look exactly like her, maybe you are her…Drawn by grief and desire, he can’t resist approaching, and what follows is a dangerous, intoxicating reunion of hunger, love, and fate
wc: 8.1k
warnings: | NSFW | Vampism | Mentions of murder | very slight Blood drinking | Oral (f) | unprotected p in v | Age gap (obviously he’s a vampire) | Dirty Talk | Biting | soft dom! spencer | emotional spencer | Male Yearnningggg | soft as hell | intimate and soft aftercare | Sad as hell
Masterlist reqs open
a/n: did someone say vampire spencer reid 🥳🤓
The rain came down in sheets, bouncing off pavement slick with oil, cascading across the roofs of cars as they sped past with harsh hisses of water. Streetlights burned a muted amber, halos diffused through the storm, casting long, rippling reflections over every wet surface. To anyone else, the night was miserable. To Spencer, it was a reprieve.
The storm masked the things that usually plagued him: the sharp tang of sweat, the sweet-sickening perfume of warm blood pumping beneath fragile human skin, the metallic sting of old coins carried in pockets. Rain dulled the world, smothered it, let him breathe without constantly being reminded of what he was.
bro I'm so into this
follow my side blog btw😁 @slushyreid
practice (s.r)
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
synopsis: Spencer is a little nervous for his first date. You offer him some advice and a chance to practice.
this story is 18+!!! minors DNI!! scram!!!
contains: explicit sexual content, nipple play, fingering (f!recieving), oral (f!recieving), Spencer is a little too good at this for it to be his first time but idc its hot, I picture early seasons Spencer Reid here, also this is lowk canon divergent I just started making things up
You’d known Spencer since you were in college. Both at the same school, you had been pursuing your undergrad degree, and him; his first PHD. As a neuroscience student, your psychology professor had been quick to give you his information and the instruction that he “needs the interaction”, and with you being two years his junior, the two of you could get along well.Spencer, from the day you met him, timidly knocking on his office door, had been kind and calm, always patient and willing to listen.
Slowly, tutoring sessions turned into dinners together, or movie nights, or article critiques, and suddenly, Spencer was your best friend. He’d helped you all through college, coaxing you through countless papers, and buying you lunch to get you through the day, spending most of his time outside the BAU with you.The two of you were so close, in fact, that you seemed to attract rumors wherever you went.
In sophomore year, two girls had started one that Spencer had secretly been giving you money in exchange for your affection, calling you the ‘campus prostitute’ for the rest of the year. You’d been crushed, crying in his apartment for hours, while he silently plotted ways to ruin their lives. Coincidentally, and by some miracle (that Spencer swears he had nothing to do with), they didn’t return to school the next summer.
With your frequent trips to the BAU, you’d been accused of being Spencer’s girlfriend many times, and had denied these rumors vehemently, much to Garcia and Morgan’s chagrin.But it’s not like you didn’t want to be with Spencer. He was effortlessly the most attractive person you’d ever met, with his intelligence, looks, and personality.
Truth be told, you’d wanted him since the day you met him, but it seemed quite obvious he only felt platonically about you. Sure, there were times when you’d get a little too close to be “just friends”, but that was simply how your friendship worked!And it was now, that you found yourself in Spencer’s apartment while he prepared for his date.
It was hours away, but Spencer had insisted the two of you set aside your entire morning and afternoon to get ready for it. You’d helped him choose his outfit, his flowers, the restaurant, and even the cologne he wore. Now, in the hour before he left, he was pacing anxiously around the apartment, rambling as you went through a mental list of everything he might need for the night ahead.
“Oh! Spencer!” His head snapped up, eyebrows raised,“Don’t forget condoms, y’know, just in case.” You tried to laugh it off, but your heart clenched at the idea of another person getting to see Spencer in such an intimate light, one that you’d never seen him in before.
Spencer’s mouth opened and closed wordlessly, face knitting into a mix of shame and fear. “I…” he began, unsure of how to proceed. “I don’t have any.” He said. Then, in a smaller, quiet voice, he added “I’ve never… done any of that before. I’m not sure I know how.” You shrugged, trying to play off your shock.
You’d always assumed that Spencer was a prude, and that’s why he never spoke of his activities with partners. You knew he rarely went out, and very rarely stayed the night elsewhere, but it had never occurred to you that he simply hadn’t had experience. Or maybe, he wanted to save himself.
Either way, it wasn’t really your place to judge and you tried your best to not think about Spencer in bed with another person that wasn’t you.
“Not to be crass, but you could always just eat her out instead… I’m sure she won’t mind if you don’t want to do that with her just yet.” Your cheeks were on fire, and no sooner had the sentence left your mouth that you regretted saying it. Spencer stiffened, ears turning a bright shade of red that seemed oddly reminiscent of a fire hydrant.
“Never mind!” You said quickly, trying to change the subject. He fell silent for a few moments before stopping his pacing to sit in front of you. “I’ve never done that either..” he mumbled, obviously ashamed of his lack of experience. Your face flushed again, and you stammered out apologies for prying, for being too nosy. He shook his head, like he was trying to rid it of a specific thought, and glanced at his watch before continuing his pacing about the room.
After a few minutes of silence, Spencer turned around to meet your eyes, face grave. “Could– could you teach me? I don’t want her to think I’m not experienced. Could I maybe… practice with you?” The words took a moment to register in your mind before you reacted. He’d said it so softly, so quietly, that you barely heard his timid whisper. Immediately he began apologizing. A flood of I shouldn’t’ve said it’s and I’m not sure what’s gotten into me’s escaped his lips, but you were silent, truly, you’ve been waiting for this moment.
Spencer, your beautiful, innocent mentor-turned-best-friend was asking to eat you out with no strings attached? The idea seemed almost too good to be true, but you just gave him a little nod. He paused his rambling immediately, staring at you. “What’d you say?” He looked dumbfounded. “You can practice. On me– that is, if you want.” Spencer paused for a moment, as if to think about his next action, then nodded emphatically, eyes never leaving yours.
In seconds he’s on you, lips meeting yours, hands reaching towards your hair but not making connection, like he’s straining to hold himself back, like he’s scared to break you should he place one finger wrongly.Quickly, you open up to the kiss, lips parting to let your tongue explore his mouth, searching, deepening.
Spencer grunts and pushes you to lie down on the couch, crowding you into the cushions. Where his knee meets the crease between your thighs, you can feel him, hot and heavy and wanting. Disentangling from his hair, your fingers wander down his chest, touching everywhere they can before resting gently on the waistband of his slacks.
He breaks the kiss like it pains him, gasping out a “No no no– this– this is about you, not me,” into your ear.His hand fiddles with the hem of your shirt, and you’re happy to oblige his silent request by sitting up to pull it off of your chest. He stares. Open mouthed, gaping, at your tits. Honestly, it’s a little endearing how whipped he seems to be for two remarkably normal boobs. You’re only wearing a pink bra from Target, but you might as well have on a sheer bralette from the look on his face.
“Can I…” he breaks off before he can finish the request, fingers itching to touch, grab, feel. You nod, blushing a little at the heat of his attention on your body, but you’re quickly distracted by his hands pulling the cups of your bra down and his mouth attaching to your nipple. Spencer sucks hard, a cry escaping you as you arch your back into his mouth, trying to get more. His hand reaches up to toy with your other nipple as he continues suckling on you, like he’s determined to suck the life out of you.“Spencer–” you gasp, “--touch me please”.
As if your words help him remember what he’s here for, he detaches from you quickly and moves backward down the couch, dipping his head to mouth at your bare stomach.“Can I… start?”
He looks up, positively hungry, and motions towards your shorts. With your help, he quickly removes them and your underwear, and suddenly you are completely bare before Spencer Reid.
It’s a little hot, honestly. The way your body is laid out for him, for his touch, for his mouth, yet he still has his purple sweater vest and slacks firmly on, feet socked, tie loose. He groans, head bowing so you can't see his face for a moment, but you can see the shake of his shoulders as he takes a deep breath, evidently trying to compose himself. Suddenly, you jolt as a tentative finger slides up your slit.
His eyes are fixed on your core, brows knitted in deep concentration as he works his finger through the wetness that has accumulated. “Fuck– Spence put it in– please,” you beg, hips twitching into his hand, as he carefully eases a long digit into your hole, curling it slightly enough to bring you pleasure. You’re seeing stars, and
Spencer is staring at you in an almost clinical way, like he’s trying to memorize what actions make you feel good. You cry out as he eases another finger into you, palm grinding against your bundle of nerves. Your breath hitches, and his tongue pokes through his lips in concentration. “You–” he speeds up his fingers, looking to you with eyebrows raised as if to ask how he’s doing, “You can– fuck Spence, you can use your mouth, too. If you want.”
Spencer pauses, then bends down and licks a thick stripe over your slit, groaning at the taste. Immediately, his mouth is wrapped around your bud, sucking, while his fingers enter you again. Quickly, you can feel your orgasm building, pulsing somewhere behind your stomach as his ministrations continue. Finally, he delivers a hard lick to your bud, and you shatter, clenching around his fingers while your legs shake.
Immediately, you’re up, grabbing for him, feeling for the bulge you’d seen in his pants minutes ago. “Oh..” he blushes, noticing the path of your hands. “That’s… taken care of itself.” He seems embarrassed, with red tipped ears, hands fidgeting in his lap. The crotch of his pants is dark from his come, and suddenly it becomes increasingly clear to you just how much he enjoyed tasting you.
Grabbing his hair, you kiss him hard on the mouth, then whisper “cancel your date"
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I'll be doing an art raffle! I'll randomly select one person to request a full illustration like the ones above!
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something something...putting on the strap with spencer and fucking him silly...something something...i MEAN what huh who??? the??? hell said that?? eueueu???
hey so this is actually the exact type of filth i was searching for anon….. thank u for submitting this you’re doing everyone a big service trust… also i’ll admit it loud and proud IM SAYING ALL OF THIS!!! WE (YES WE) SAID THAT!! WHAT!!
ive actually thought abt this a few times… like imagine you’re an absolute professional procrastinator… to the point where it’s genuinely concerning.
so maybe that one specific thing that you swore up and down you would clean for weeks on end is still… filthy… and yet everytime spence offers to do it you refuse “i can handle it! i swear it’ll get done tomorrow!”
spoiler: tomorrow comes, and “it” is no where near done… it gets to the point where you need certain… motivation.
maybe spencer was joking, just trying to motivate you with the ruse of something you had mentioned a few times in passing, maybe he wasn’t thinking clearly, maybe he didn’t really mean it… but when you hear “i swear to god if you get this done i’ll let you peg me” SOMETHING SWITCHES IN YOUR BRAIN RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
all of the sudden he’s getting texts from u while sitting at his desk in the bullpen, typical…and then he opens ur messages to see a photo of that completed task, along with many other outstanding tasks,,, finished. done. mission accomplished. completely spotless, shiny enough to see your own reflection… even the floor in the kitchen looks like you could eat right off it..
and ofc that’s followed by a “sooo can we stop by spencers when i pick you up from work?;)))” (the store lmfao)
turns out all you needed was a little push in the right direction (and a promise to make your greatest dream come true)
what the hell had he gotten himself into???
the next thing he knows he’s laying on his back,,, eyes dazed, head lolled over, fucked completely stupid on your strap:(((( hot pink ofc bc why shouldn’t it be???? your treating spencer like he’s your BITCH (lets be real, he is…) one of his stupidly lanky legs is propped up on your shoulder, drilling into him with a pace unmatched by animals in heat…
and the only thing on his mind is… why haven’t you two done this sooner???? (win win reward for both you and him) his genius brain is reduced to absolute mush… and he’s whimpering and whining like the pathetic baby he is (oh im dying)… stupid neglected cock twitching at the stimulation!!!
“yeah??? are you gonna be a good boy and cum without me even touching your useless dick???” AND HE’S GONE… BEGGING AND NODDING LIKE URGHHH #NEEDTHAT (firm believer that spence could cum in his pants from being called “good boy” yep..)
and yk whats even hotter??? riding him while fucking him with said neon pink dildo???
don’t ask me how awkward or flexible you have to be to make this happen… just trust that you will🙏🙏🙏 you’re grinding into him while leaning back, flicking your wrist and pounding into him with your cock at an unrelenting pace??? does this count as double penetration???
and trust spencer is absolutely stupid beneath you… completely embodying the meaning of “dumbification” which is a truly impressive feat for someone like dr. reid (congrats!)
he’s lost track of time… and probably space as well at this point, the overstimulation of his third??? fourth?? orgasm paired with the way you’re sucking up his dick??? completely milking him dry???
don’t expect him to be able to speak, let alone from a coherent sentence… the resident blabbermouth of the bau has been reduced to nothing but gasps, whimpers, and moans that have you neighbours banging on the walls (they’re just jelly they arent getting sum..)
i feel like a whore after writing this but look at him??? HE WANTS IT… BAD!!!
like yep! that is the face of a man that is begging to be dicked down i said what i said… (don’t think this means i’m only sayin this abt early seasons reid TRUST even post prison is a submissive loser oh im reeling just thinking abt it ok…)
underneath it all
the one where Spencer convinces reader to ride his face.
wc 1.4k 18+ mdni (smut) tags + the rundown: fem!reader, afab!reader, softdom!spencer x sub!reader, oral f receiving, face riding, but like sweet and gentle yk, it's reader's first time face riding and she's nervous, piv sex, cr*amp*e (hate that term wow), pet names, praise, established relationship, mentions of suffocation but jokingly a/n: my first smut and my longest fic yikes! need him so bad tho it's crazy. feedback always welcome come say hi to me!
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The door opens and closes so softly it almost doesn’t wake you. Even as Spencer settles into the space next to you, you’re tempted to think it’s a ghost, or a figment of your half-dream state. It’s not until he speaks, half muffled by the pillow, that you’re sure it’s him:
“You’re still in your clothes.”
You turn to face him, taking in his loose tie, cardigan half-slipped from his shoulder, parts of his hair looking stiff, probably from dragging his hands through it a million times. Even with the jagged exhaustion, his eyes on you are nothing but kind. You offer him a smile.
“Fell asleep waiting for you,” you answer in an equally gravelly tone. You’re about to ask if he’s eaten, if he wants water or a shower, but then his lips are pressed to your forehead for what feels like a small eternity.
“Missed you, angel girl,” he finally whispers. You smooth your hands over his back as he rubs small, tender circles on your thigh, fingers brushing under the skirt you had failed to change out of before you fell asleep.
“Missed you, too, Spence.”
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Pairing(s): Spencer Reid x Reader Word Count: 2.2k word Warnings: NSFW, smut, swearing, p in v sex, oral (f!receiving), sort of exhibitionism (getting caught and not caring), idk what else... A/N: So I've had the biggest writer's block since my Valentine's event and I am just now getting back into it so forgive me if I still don't post too often after this. But thank you for your patience, and please bear with me as I get back in the groove. I hope you enjoy this little fic of my favorite autistic man!
Spencer thinks it's worthy to note that he's not nearly as shy as he used to be—and you would agree. When you met him, he was an anxiety-ridden, can't-look-you-in-the-eye, speaks-too-fast-even-he-can’t-keep-up boy that blushed every time you looked at him.
He's still all of those things but at least now he can kiss you without feeling like his heart might give out—just stutter a bit.
I miss u babygirl..
who is you
hii I found your blog recently and I love it so much! It’s the first time I make a request so I hope I’m doing it right. Sooo I was thinking about Post Prison Reid x Wife reader.
The idea is like the trend on the TikTok where the bridesmaids give him some random spicy Polaroid of reader during the party after the ceremony and it’s end with him showing her what the Polaroid did to him once they go back home.
That’s the idea but feel free to change it or ignore it if you don’t like. xxx 🩷
content warning: Post-prison Spencer, wedding night, spicy Polaroid trend, oral (m!receiving), mirror sex, soft dom Reid, possessiveness, praise kink, established relationship, teasing
a/n: HELLO! this is so adorable i love it sm!!!
word count ~ 1.3k
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
The reception is a beautiful blur.
The champagne flows, the music is warm and honey-thick, and your cheeks ache from smiling so much—but you wouldn’t trade a second of it.
You’re Spencer Reid’s wife.
Wife.
Not fiancée. Not girlfriend. Not the woman who spent 18 terrifying months holding his hand through prison visitations and counting the days until he could finally come home. You’re his now. Completely. And tonight, everyone knows it.
“Mrs. Reid,” Penelope giggles, slurring a little as she flings an arm around your shoulders, tugging you close on the outdoor patio.
You grin. “You have no idea how good that sounds.”
“Oh, we know.” JJ appears with a devilish smile and a stack of white envelopes tied together with gold ribbon.
“Wait—what’s this?” you ask, reaching for them as JJ’s eyes twinkle with mischief.
“Something special. Just a little something from your bridesmaids. We thought Spencer could use a reminder of what’s waiting for him after tonight.”
You raise an eyebrow, heart thumping. The ribbon unties with a flick of your fingers.
The first envelope contains a Polaroid: you on the edge of the bed in white lace, legs spread slightly, garter strap snapped taut against your thigh. Another shows you from behind, peeking over your shoulder in that barely-there silk robe, your ass round and soft beneath it. The third—oh, God—is you, lips parted around a finger, eyes closed, that same white lingerie just slightly damp between your thighs.
“Jesus,” you whisper.
Emily leans in. “We helped you take them, remember?”
“I didn’t think we were actually giving them to him,” you say breathlessly, fanning yourself.
“Oh, we did.” Penelope winks. “Morgan made the handoff.”
You swallow.
Across the lawn, Spencer looks up from his conversation with Rossi, a Polaroid clenched in his long fingers.
His eyes find yours.
And darken.
There’s no mistaking the sharp inhale of his chest or the way his jaw tightens, his knuckles whitening around the edge of that photo like he might break it in two. He looks at you like a man starved. Like he’s been polite all damn day and has finally—finally—been reminded of what’s his.
You shiver under the weight of that gaze.
And then he crooks one finger.
Back home.
You barely make it through the front door before he’s on you.
Spencer slams it shut with one hand, the other already bunching up the silky layers of your dress.
“You—” he growls, “—have no idea what you’ve done.”
You gasp as he presses you into the door, mouth hot and desperate against your neck. “S-Spencer, the photos—”
“Do you know how hard it was to sit through that reception with my cock already leaking in my pants?”
His voice is hoarse, a little broken. Hungry. You clutch at his lapels as he ruts into you slowly through his dress slacks.
“You were so good,” you whisper, “so patient—”
“I’m done being patient.” He nips your earlobe, one hand fumbling beneath your dress until he finds the garter. He snaps it with a growl. “You wore this for me?”
You nod, gasping when he slides a hand between your thighs.
You’re wet. You have been since the moment you saw that look in his eyes across the lawn.
“Oh, baby…” Spencer moans, pulling back to look down at you. “Did showing me those pictures turn you on?”
Your eyes flutter. “I imagined what you’d do.”
“And now you’re going to find out.”
In the bedroom.
He doesn’t let you undress.
Instead, he bends you over the edge of the bed, hikes your dress high, and pulls the lace of your panties to the side. His mouth is on you in seconds—devouring, hungry, unrelenting.
“Oh—fuck—Spence,” you whimper, grinding back into his face, his nose buried in your ass, his tongue licking deep and possessive like he wants to brand you from the inside.
He pulls back with a wet, filthy sound. “You taste like mine,” he groans, lips shining. “You always do.”
Then he flips you over, shoving his slacks down just far enough to free his aching cock. It slaps against his stomach—thick, flushed, leaking. Your breath catches.
That same Polaroid is still in his hand.
He holds it up beside your face as he settles between your thighs.
“You looked so sweet in this,” he murmurs. “But you’re sweeter like this. Laid out for me. Ready to take all of me.”
“Show me,” you beg.
His expression darkens. “Oh, I will.”
He slides in slow—inch by inch—eyes locked on yours as your walls stretch around him. You moan long and loud, head falling back as he bottoms out.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he rasps.
You’re too far gone to answer. All you can do is clutch at his shirt and wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to move, deliberate and deep, grinding into that perfect spot over and over again.
Each thrust is a statement. A reminder. You’re his. You always have been.
And tonight, you’re his wife.
Mirror, mirror.
Later, when your dress is finally off and your legs are weak, Spencer pulls you to the floor-length mirror beside the bed. You’re naked but for the garter belt, his hand firm on your jaw as he makes you look.
“See how beautiful you are?” he says softly, his cock pressing against the small of your back.
You whimper as he bends you slightly forward, one hand on your hip, the other fisting his cock. “I couldn’t stop staring at the Polaroids,” he murmurs, stroking himself. “But this? This is what they didn’t see.”
You watch in the mirror, transfixed, as he slides into you again from behind—slow and reverent. You both gasp.
“You look so good taking me like this,” he growls, wrapping a hand around your throat lightly. “Eyes glazed, mouth open—fuck—taking all of me. Like you were made for it.”
“Spencer—” You moan his name like a prayer, your body burning, trembling under the weight of his praise.
“That’s right. Say my name. Let them all hear who made you come tonight.”
His hand slips between your thighs, rubbing quick, desperate circles until you’re unraveling, coming hard with your eyes locked on the image of him owning you in the mirror.
He follows with a hoarse cry, spilling deep inside you as his hips stutter and his lips find your shoulder, moaning your name like it’s salvation.
Afterglow.
Later, tangled in sheets and slick with sweat, he kisses your wedding ring.
“I wanted to marry you the day I got out,” he whispers. “I didn’t want to waste a second more.”
You cup his face gently. “You didn’t. You’re mine now. And I’m yours.”
He smiles—sleepy, soft, sated.
But even as his eyes drift closed, you spot the Polaroid tucked into the nightstand.
And the look he gives you as he slides his hand between your thighs again?
It says he’s far from done.
"Quiet Hours"
A Criminal Minds one-shot | Spencer Reid x Reader
Spencer wakes up with you in his arms—and quietly falls harder.
cw: none major fluff
wc: 819 ( short n sweet)
this is for those who voted this to number 1 in my poll :))
𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁? 𝗶 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝗼!- 𝘀.𝗿.
wc- 5k
pairing- later seasons!spencer reid x plus size!liason!reader
summary- rossi throws a pool party for the team and spencer has a very difficult time keeping his eyes off the new bau hire
warnings- alcohol consumption, it’s late seasons spencer but the og team is there cuz i said so 😚 dating experiences as a bigger girl (mentioned), insecurities as a bigger girl mentioned, but we’re on the self love healing journeyyy 🌈✨🩷, spencer’s a teensy bit insecure of his post prison bod, so much sexual tension??, cute team antics with the girls!!!! making out!!!!!! so much making out!!!!!! touching!!!!! a lil grinding!!!! but no fr fr smut sry yall im a teacher
a/n- besides the fact that the reader is plus size and a woman, there are no other physical descriptors in this fic :D pic is just for bikini reference 😚 dividers from @saradika-graphics !!
you can’t remember the last time you’ve been this relaxed. your skin shines under the golden warmth of the sun, your head spins just slightly from the frozen daiquiris you and penelope have been drinking all afternoon, you’re in your new favorite bikini- hot pink floral print with a matching sarong draped over your hips. your perch yourself on your boss’ teakwood chaise lounge in the midst of his crowded backyard, one of david rossi’s infamous pool parties in full swing.
you lean back and sip your drink, head turning towards commotion at the front gate. cheers and happy greetings are exchanged as someone enters, though you can’t see who behind the partygoers who’ve gathered to say hello. your large sunglasses thankfully disguise the anxiety laced in your gaze, a knot tightening in your stomach when you see who’s arrived- spencer reid. he’s become quite elusive in your time at the bureau, seeing as you were hired on while he was wrongfully imprisoned. he barely talks to you, won’t do so much as look at you when there’s not a case. you still think he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.
his silence is never offensive, just reserved. when you’d first met him, he was stunned at the fact that they’d hired someone new in his absence, very untrusting of outsiders since his time behind bars. it’s understandable, you’d probably react the same way if you were in his shoes. you can’t help but long for his affection, his friendship. hell, you’d take a civil conversation by the coffee pot at this point if it meant getting to know more about the dr. spencer reid.
Day Off
📃Masterlist || WC: 1959 || Standalone
📚 Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader
📚 Warnings: Sweeeeeeeet! Tooth-rotting sweet.
📚 Context: Spencer and BAU!Reader have been married for a couple years (1-2 years).
📚 Author's Note: N/A. 😭😭
It was an ordinary Thursday off—well, as ordinary as life could be for two members of the BAU. The day was a rare gift, a full 24 hours to just be. To enjoy each other’s company without the looming threat of an urgent call or a new case. You’d both taken the morning to run errands, wandering around Union Station in D.C., stopping at a bookstore where Spencer got lost in searching for a childhood favorite.
You’d been having a peaceful day, no bad guys to chase, no profiles to crack, just the quiet hum of people living their lives.
It was all so normal.
“I’ll be right back,” you told Spencer as you headed off toward the pharmacy a couple of stores down. “I just need to grab something real quick. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”
He looked up from a dusty pile of old books, his face lighting up with that familiar, concerned expression. “Do you want me to go with you? I don’t mind. We can come back afterward,” he offered, his voice soft, like he was afraid you might be up to something.
You smiled at him, trying to keep things light. “It’s fine, Spence. You’re busy looking for that book, remember? I’ll be quick.”
“Okay,” he said, nodding, but he still didn’t look entirely convinced. You could tell he wasn’t really buying it. But you needed to go alone. The moment felt important.
The pharmacy was quiet, early enough in the day that you could walk the aisles undisturbed. You moved slowly, scanning the shelves filled with pregnancy tests. Your stomach did flips as you looked at the colorful boxes, each promising to give you answers, but none of them were going to answer what was truly weighing on you.
You’d missed your period last month. You’d been feeling off for a while now. And while a part of you wanted to be excited—wanted to believe this was a new chapter, you were also terrified. Your heart raced as you picked up one box, then another, then another. Three seemed like a good number, right? Just to be sure.
But what if you weren’t ready for this? What if Spencer wasn’t? He was always so thoughtful, so meticulous, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would be ready for the kind of commitment being a parent would require. You didn’t want to disappoint him, but you weren’t sure if you were ready either.
As you stood there, reading the back of yet another test, you bumped into someone.
“Sorry, sir, I didn’t—” You froze. It was Spencer.
He was standing there, his brow furrowed, holding your wallet with an almost confused look on his face. “The last time I checked, this wasn’t the menstrual aisle.” His voice was a little playful but laced with concern. “You forgot your wallet when we left the car,” he added. He held your wallet out to you like it was just another ordinary moment.
Your heart stopped. You tried to hide the tests behind your back, your cheeks flushing crimson. “Uh… just taking the scenic route,” you muttered, not quite meeting his eyes.
Spencer’s brow quirked, and even though you could tell he was trying to keep it light, there was a spark of suspicion in his gaze. “You’re not menstruating, at least not for another two weeks. And I bought you pads last week. Are you sure you’re okay?”
You gulped. Spencer knew you better than anyone else, and you had a hard time hiding things from him. You wanted to say something, anything, to distract him, but your hands felt clammy. He was already piecing it together.
He gently grabbed your hand and pulled the pregnancy tests into view. His eyes softened, and you saw that faint flicker of realization. His voice dropped to a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the moment. “Are we going to be parents?” He didn’t sound scared or nervous, just in awe, as though he had been waiting for this moment in some quiet corner of his mind for a long time.
You swallowed hard. “I know we didn’t plan on it for a couple more years, but I missed my period last month.” You trailed off, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you.
Spencer’s expression softened even more. There was no fear, no judgment, just a warm, gentle understanding that left you breathless. He cupped your face with one hand, thumb tracing the outline of your cheek as if grounding you, reassuring you that no matter what came next, you weren’t alone.
“Sweetheart,” he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion, “I’ve wanted to be a dad for a long time. I’ve thought about it, what it would be like to raise a little one with you. I don’t want you to feel scared, or like you have to carry all of this alone. You don’t. We’re in this together, okay?”
You felt your eyes well up with tears at the sincerity in his voice, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to speak. Spencer, as always, seemed to know exactly what you needed. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“It’s okay to be nervous,” he said, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “We’re both nervous. But I know that I want this with you. I want to be a father with you. I just need you to know that I’m here for you, no matter what you decide.”
Your heart fluttered at his words. He was so sure, so confident in his feelings, but also so incredibly patient with your uncertainty. That was what you loved about Spencer—his ability to make everything feel like it would work out, no matter the obstacles.
You nodded slowly, feeling a weight lift off your chest. “I do want it. I’m just scared,” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. “I’m scared we’re not ready.”
Spencer smiled, a small but reassuring smile, before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Change isn’t always a bad thing. It’s just different. But we can do this. We’ll figure it out together. And if it’s tough, we’ll lean on each other. We always do.”
With his hand around yours, Spencer led you back to the counter, the three pregnancy tests now carefully tucked away in a small paper bag. He paid for them, then gently guided you toward the door, the weight of the moment settling between you, but also a sense of peace.
At Home
Back at your townhouse, the tests sat on the kitchen counter. You couldn’t help but pace. Spencer watched you, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding. He didn’t push you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a comforting embrace.
“I’m nervous too,” he admitted, his voice soft. “But whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”
You nodded, resting your forehead against his chest. “I don’t know if I’m ready,” you whispered.
He smiled and pulled up a chair for you at the kitchen island, making you sit and face him. “Hey,” he started, his tone trying to lighten the mood. “You’re working yourself up over something you don’t have control over.”
You stopped walking and gave him a look. “Spence, we both know damn well that we did have control over what happened and what will happen.”
He chuckled and sat down next to you, pulling you gently into his arms. “I mean, technically we don’t have control over it. Whether or not a sperm fertilizes an egg is random. Sure, we can try to time things, but the actual fertilization process? That’s all up to chance, which sperm makes it, and whether the egg is viable at the right time. It's not as simple as we think.”
You couldn’t help but let up a little, laughing despite yourself. “It still doesn’t change the fact that this is all happening because of… well, you know you kind of had to–,” you said, giving him a pointed look.
Spencer raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a sly smile. “Oh? So I’m the reason we’re here, huh?”
You rolled your eyes but smiled, a little tension easing. “Well, you did have to, you know... make it happen."
He chuckled, his hand resting gently on your back. “I can’t exactly say I regret it.”
You laughed for real this time, the warmth of his embrace making everything feel lighter. He kissed your forehead, his fingers tracing soothing patterns across your skin, grounding you as you both let the reality of the moment settle.
“Let’s just take a breath, okay?” Spencer said softly, his voice full of sweetness. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together.”
You smiled, your heart lifting as you leaned into him. You were far from being sure about everything, but in that moment, surrounded by Spencer’s love and patience, you felt like you could take the next step.
The timer for the tests went off. You both stood and walked toward the bathroom door, but you stopped before you opened it.
“I can’t look,” you whispered, suddenly overcome with nerves again.
Spencer squeezed your hand gently. “We’ll look at the same time,” he suggested.
With a deep breath, you both counted to three, then looked down at the tests.
Positive.
Positive.
Positive.
Spencer let out a breathless laugh. “We’re going to be parents,” he said, voice thick with joy.
You turned to him, eyes shining. “We made a life, Spence.”
He placed another kiss on your cheek, the soft brush of his lips making your heart flutter. “So... are we gonna have to move?” he asked, his voice light but filled with that underlying excitement you couldn't quite ignore.
You smiled, thinking ahead to the future—a tiny room with a crib, little baby shoes scattered around. It was a thought that still felt surreal. “Probably,” you said, your smile widening. “We only have a two-bedroom townhouse. We’re going to need a couple more rooms.”
Spencer’s eyes lit up with something between joy and playful curiosity. He stepped a little closer, his hand finding the small of your back as he tilted his head to look at you, his gaze intense but warm. “A couple more rooms, huh?” he teased, taking a step closer, his breath warm against your skin. “How many to be exact?”
You rolled your eyes, but the playful smile tugging at your lips gave you away. “Well, how many do you want?”
Spencer’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. He leaned in, just close enough that you could feel the heat from his body, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek. He kissed you then—soft, sweet, and entirely teasing—a brief, chaste kiss, but one that made you feel like you were the only two people in the world.
When he pulled back, he was still grinning, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and playful mischief. “I’m sure we’ll figure that out, eventually.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, as if sharing a secret just between the two of you.
You leaned into him, letting the laughter bubble up from your chest. His arms wrapped around you instinctively, pulling you close, as if you were both savoring the moment before it could slip away. You rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under your ear. His hands gently stroked your hair, fingers combing through it in a slow, calming rhythm.
The world felt simple and perfect in that moment—just the two of you, with all the joy and uncertainty of the future ahead, but knowing that, no matter what, you'd be okay.
“Yeah,” you whispered, the smile still on your lips. “We’ll figure it out, Spence. Together.”