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[imagining-in-the-margins]

Rodeo Show (S.R.)

Request: Season 1 or 2 Reid and his girlfriend are having sex and the team walks in because Reid wasn’t answering his phone

A/N: I know this is a common premise but it’s so funny, I had to write it. I did Elle and Hotch instead of Morgan & Spencer!POV to try and make it unique 😂 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW) Content Warning: Sub!Spencer, penetrative sex, getting caught Word Count: 2.9k

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The only thing better than waking up in my own apartment was waking up with my girlfriend in bed with me. With my schedule, it didn’t happen nearly as often as I would have liked. On those mornings where we started the day still tangled together in the sheets, she was usually the one who woke up first. Although I was worried that she would get bored waiting for me, she assured me every time that she was more than happy to watch me dream. I think it’s because she could tell that I was always dreaming of her.

Some of my favorite memories included waking up to her stroking my hair and lovingly watching my eyes slowly open. She’d kiss me while I was still half asleep, welcoming me to a new day in the best possible way.

But my very favorite memories were different. They were mornings like this.

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[ropoto]

SPENCER REID + NICKNAMES

[hadleyfrasergender]

sir that’s my emotional support character who believes themselves unworthy and unable of love because of all that they’ve gone through but eventually realises they are worthy of love when they reach it through their found family

[funkyness]

"sick" and "wicked" are the best compliments. this is so good it's diseased. this is so cool it's evil

[reidshand]

[brywrites]

See, what I like about this Spencer Reid post is that I genuinely do not know if it’s supposed to highlight his hands, his tummy, or… 👀… and either way I’m here for it

[reidshand]

[brywrites]

See, what I like about this Spencer Reid post is that I genuinely do not know if it’s supposed to highlight his hands, his tummy, or… 👀… and either way I’m here for it

[nervous-tic]

SPENCER REID — CHARM AND HARM

[fightingdragonswithwho]

SPENCER REID IN A REAL RAIN (1X17)

[leonardcohenofficial]

[scottstiles]

SPENCER REID in Every Episode ↳ 1.4 Plain Sight

Actually, it’s more like we’re looking for a needle in a pile of needles. A needle would stand out in a haystack.

[ropoto]

SPENCER REID IN SEASON 10

[homoose]

I was thinking ✨ and 😭 but with a happy ending because I hate sad endings, they make me cry. I’ll read it, but I’ll cry 😬

pairing: Spencer x gn!reader

content warnings: implied smut (nothing explicit but I’m going to say 17+), a lil sad boi mome

emojis: unrequited love and friends with benefits!

a/n: I hate angst!!!!!!!!! so it’s not angst lmao

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He usually left in the middle of the night. Sometimes you heard his phone ringing, buzzing and vibrating from the pocket of his pants discarded on your floor. Sometimes you heard the click of the door behind him, the lock slipping into place. Sometimes you heard nothing at all, just woke to cool sheets and a little dash of shame.

But not this time.

As you stretched your limbs out, eyes avoiding the morning sun for a few more moments, your fingertips connected with soft skin. Spencer grumbled from where he was face down into the pillow, seemingly annoyed at the disruption of his slumber.

“You’re still here,” you mumbled dumbly.

Spencer’s head shot up at the sound of your voice, bleary eyes finding yours with a sheen of disheveled panic. He rolled onto his back and quite immediately ran out of real estate, tumbling onto the floor and taking the sheets with him. He fumbled his way out of the mess of cotton, cursing and apologizing all the while.

“Spence, calm down—”

“Sorry, sorry, I try to be out of your hair by the morning, I don’t— I don’t know what happened. I— my alarm—”

“You set an alarm?” You cocked an eyebrow. “It’s Saturday.”

“Right, but— but I always set an alarm so I’m not just, like hanging around,” he explained.

“What makes you think you can’t hang around?”

He paused at that. “Well, we’re just— we’re just— fucking.” He whispered the word and you almost laughed. “I thought— I thought that would be breaking the rules.”

You did laugh then. “Spence, there aren’t any rules to this.”

He huffed out a breath. “Yes. Yes there are. You didn’t— maybe we didn’t say them out loud, but there— there are inherent rules to this type of thing.”

“Okay.” You pressed your lips together to tamp down on the grin that threatened to split your face in two. “Tell me the rules you’ve come up with so far.”

“No kissing. Hand holding only as a restraint. No pet names. No discussion of our escapades outside of the bedroom or with anyone outside of ourselves.”

“Escapades?”

You couldn’t believe it was possible, but his cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. “Well, what— what would you call it?”

“Probably just fucking.” He was simply too easy to fluster. You propped your chin on your hand. “Any other rules you’ve come up with?”

He opened his mouth and then closed it, scrunching his brow and shaking his head. “Mm— no. No, that’s— that’s it.”

You tilted your head in consideration. “I don’t believe you.”

Spencer cleared his throat and stood, pulling the sheet around his waist and beginning the search for his clothes. He murmured something you couldn’t quite make out.

“Hm?”

“I can’t tell you.”

You sat up onto your knees. “Why not?”

Spencer stepped into his trousers and pulled them up quickly over his hips. “Because I broke it.”

You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head. “You broke the last rule?”

His head popped through the neckline of his crewneck and he nodded.

“Well.” You swallowed thickly. “I think now you have to tell me.”

He finally met your eyes. “It’s supposed to be friends. Friends with benefits. And I’m not— I don’t.” He sighed. “I can’t be just your friend anymore.”

You felt your mouth drop open. “Oh.” That wasn’t the right thing to say, apparently, because he sped up his movements, gathering the rest of his stuff in his arms. “Spence— Spence, wait.”

You cursed under your breath as he exited your bedroom. Scrambling up from the bed, you followed him into the living room. “Spencer. Just— hold on a minute.”

He turned to you, a melancholy already beginning to simmer in his eyes. “Why? Do you feel the same?”

You didn’t know exactly how you felt. You liked Spencer. A lot. But more than a friend? “No?” The melancholy boiled closer to the surface. “I don’t— I don’t know. Maybe, um. Maybe I could?”

His expression didn’t change. He stood quietly, contemplating. You did, too.

“I don’t know, Spencer. That’s the honest truth.” You ran a hand over your face. “I guess I hadn’t really thought about it. I haven’t thought about somebody that way in a long time.” You took a breath. “But I do like you. I like you a lot.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do,” you quipped. “I wouldn’t spend this much time with someone I didn’t like. Even if it’s mostly fucking.”

It was quiet for fifteen full seconds. Spencer shuffled his feet and then admitted, “I— I don’t know what to do now.”

You took a step closer. “I think— as much as it pains my libido to say— maybe we put the benefits part on hold for a while.” You waited for him to meet your gaze. “And maybe see if we can move from the friend zone to the lover zone. What do you think?”

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[t4tmoreid]

feeling so insane i need to go look at season 2 spencer in his little glasses to calm down

[t4tmoreid]

ok i'm normal again now <3

[fightingdragonswithwho]

SPENCER REID + 😬

[nerys2]

6.02

[alter-koker]

[with regard to a 45+ year old disheveled man] omg wife alert