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Angst-
The Fifteenth - Spencer tells Reader about his favorite memories with her, and finally reveals more about his true feelings for her. Spencer x Fem!Reader
11 Minutes - Spencer finally opens up about what happened to you. Spencer x GenderNeutral!Reader
How to Never Stop Being Sad - Spencer shows Reader how to finally stop being sad. Spencer x Fem!Reader *Based on the song HTNSBS by dandelion hands*
Cassiopeia and Cepheus - Reader tells their love story though the stars. Spencer x GenderNeutral!Reader
The Four Types of Manipulation - Spencer has to interrogate an unsub, but she has a few tricks up her sleeve. Spencer x Fem Unsub!Reader
Cracked Mirror - Spencer Reid? Meet a very much older Spencer Reid. No ship
Atom Bomb (Blurb) - Girl, it’s you that I lie with as the atom bomb locks in. Spencer x Fem!Reader
Fluff-
What’s that Vegas Saying? - A team bonding session brings the team to Las Vegas, Nevada, but what happens when Reader and Spencer go shot for shot? Spencer x GenderNeutral!Reader
A Short Film - Spencer steps out of his comfort zone to ask his film major girlfriend a question. Spencer x Fem!Reader
Unfolded (Request) - When an ex comes back to reveal a secret about Reader to Spencer, Reader prays it’s not the final straw in their relationship. (Requested) Spencer x Gender Neutral Ace!Reader
Petrichor (Blurb) - Reader loves the rain, but Spencer loves them a little bit more Spencer x Gender Neutral! Reader
Songs In The Moonlight (Blurb) - She didn’t realize how all she had to do was wish upon a “star,” and all her dreams would come true. Spencer x Fem!Reader
Who Needs Luck? - Reader invites Spencer to go to New York City with her where he finally sees the beauty right in front of him. Spencer x Fem!Reader
Swing To The Stars - Spencer meets someone in his little hiding spot, and desperately hopes to see them again. Spencer x GenderNeutral!Reader
Smut-
Dethroned (Request) - After Spencer went away to prison, Reader started to get closer with Luke Alvez, and Spencer can’t stand it any longer. (Requested) Spencer x Fem!Reader
Pathetic and Tragic - It’s been years since the BAU has tried to catch this unsub, so when Spencer figures out where she is, why did he feel the need to go alone? Spencer x Fem Unsub!Reader
Look at Him - Following eyes across the bar led to SSA Luke Alvez joining you and Spencer in the bedroom. The only catch? Spencer likes to watch. Spencer x Fem!Reader x Luke Alvez
A Special Kind of Man - Spencer Reid was a virgin, you knew that. What you didn’t expect however was how much he was really holding back. Spencer x Fem!Reader
Series- *(smut included in series)
Triple Edged Sword* - Reader has been with Spencer since the beginning, helping him heal when life couldn’t find the need to give him a moment to breathe. When things got worse, he stayed the same man she fell in love with all those years ago, except for behind their bedroom door. When Spencer lost control of his life, he needed something else to control, and she was more than willing to be that for him. Spencer x Fem!Reader
Coming Soon
Fluff-
Calla Lillies and Orchids (TBD): Reader despised masculinity, until she fell in love with a man who showed her the beauty of both. Spencer x Trans Fem!Reader
Just Roses (TBD): Spencer didn’t believe love was in the works for him, but then a question is answered with statistics, but not by him. Spencer x GenderNeutral!Reader
The Second Doctor (TBD): Battle of the brains leaves one genius feeling inferior. What’s it going to take to get her to admit this insecurity to the man who unknowingly started it in the first place? Spencer x Fem!Reader
Angst-
Lonely On The Other Side (TBD): Spencer comes home to find you cooking, but no wait, that can’t be right. You’ve been gone for far too long. Spencer x GenderNeutral!Reader
Bloody Hands (TBD): Reader is being stalked, and Spencer can’t help but feel he’s to blame. Spencer x Fem!Reader
Smut-
A Stay At The Hotel Cortez (TBD): A case brings the team to the Hotel Cortez. Staying for the night, or trapped for a lifetime? Hotchniss x The Countess + other platonic ships
Grenade (TBD): After prison, Spencer can’t help but feel destructive. Reader tries her best to show him she disagrees. Spencer x Fem!Reader
Take Pleasure In The Pain (TBD): Reader decides to misbehave in public, now she has to fix her mistakes behind closed doors. Spencer x Fem!Reader
Misinterpretations (TBD): The BAU is sent to find the stalker of a rich Manhattan girl, and Spencer struggles to see the girl behind the money. How will she show him? Spencer x Fem!Reader
Series-
Pretty When You Cry Chapter 9 (TBD) Spencer x Fem!Reader
Just Like The Brady’s Part 1 (TBD): Spencer and Reader’s love for each other went deeper than anyone knew, but when family gets in the way, will blood conquer love? Spencer x Unsub!Reader
hi everybody!!! i don’t even know how to start this other than saying that i am alive and i am so happy. college has been one of the best experiences of my life, i’ve met an amazing man and i just can’t find the time or passion to continue writing. i’ve deleted it pretty when you cry on most platforms because i don’t want to leave a book unfinished for more people to come across and expect an update. thank you for all the support and love. i will remember and cherish it first long as I can. till next time❤️❤️
Spencer is changing in the bathroom to go to work, when you appear from behind of him giving him a hug and kisses, your hands begin to go down to his dick, he just looks at you in the mirror while you star to get him off and say 'I want you to remember me while you're with your students'
AAAAAAAHHHHH
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Friendly Students: words
cw: handjob, jealousy, sub spencer, domme reader
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It started when you noticed something while helping Spencer grade his papers. A little note in a girl's handwriting at the edge of her paper. It must have been mindless, the girl not understanding the weight of the message or that Professor Spencer Reid has a girlfriend.
Still, she read, out loud, the words in a red heart, "Mrs. Dr. Spencer Reid." Spencer's head turned at the sound of your voice, noticing the paper in your hand before reaching for it.
"What? Let me see that?" He sounded genuinely confused as he spoke and looked shocked when he saw the red ink at the edge of the paper. Y/N only smiled as she looked at her boyfriend's dumbfounded expression.
"Who is she?" She asked, her voice coated in honey as Spencer looked at her almost provoked face, fear in his voice as he spoke. "Are you mad?"
"God, Spencer, I'm not mad! I know you'd never act towards her feelings." His demeanor cooled down as yours did. "Cathy's just a student of mine who just," He waved his hand before she got out of her seat.
"She just what?"
"She just has a crush on me. I think a few girls do."
She leaned back at the sound of a few girls. She knew Spencer would never cheat on her, the mere thought of it sounded impossible to her, but the fact there were multiple girls with crushes on him made her ick slightly.
He got back to grading his papers quickly, almost scared of the situation, or he really needed to get his work done. Either way, Y/N sat back down and continued to help him.
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The following day came, and Spencer wasn't in bed when she rolled over. She was used to this as she figured he was called onto a case. But then she heard the water running in the bathroom and got up to investigate.
Spencer was brushing his teeth when she passed the doorway, and he finished when she came up behind him. "Hey, I hope I didn't wake you. I woke up early- what's going on?"
She had put her arms around his waist when he stopped talking. Then she put her head in his back, taking in his scent and pulling up one of her hands to play with his hair.
He leaned into the hug behind him, smiling in the mirror looking at her before her hands started to travel. He was still in his boxers, his head turning down as Y/N began toying with the waistband of them.
He didn't speak, just stared at her through the mirror in silence before he let out a small yelp when she squeezed the base of his cock.
"Oh!"
She smiled behind him, beginning to jerk him off as she watched the cute faces he made in front of her. He closed his eyes when she went faster, pulling his body harder as he got more excited.
"I want you to remember me while you're with your students," She whispered out in a breathy tone, her fingernails digging into his neck to turn his head up into the mirror.
He stared at her reflection as she jerked him harder, "Y/N." He moaned out as sweat began to build on his temples, "I'm close," He moaned out just before he came into her hand.
He breathed hard as she kept playing with his body after he had came, her nails digging deep into his skin and her hand contorting to the shape of his head and shaft.
"Good boy." She whispered in his ear before administering a kiss on his cheek. He breathlessly gave her a smile before she turned away back into their bedroom, leaving Spencer a whiny mess in front of their mirror.
Request: yes! (Can I get a oneshot based off of Something I Need by OneRepublic? I really really love your writing and I’d love to see your take on that idea.)
Couple: spencer reid/gender-neutral!reader
Category: angst, w/ sweet fluff for dessert
Content Warning: spencer’s pov, mentions of dying, swearing (if any), insomnia, very protective spencer, very realistic dreams/nightmares (which consist of loved ones dying), anxieties, talks about dying/death, vague referance to suicide (?), vague mention of drugs (Dilaudid), drinking, turning to alcohol in a time of need, knife and murder (but it’s not real)
Word Count: 3,835
Summary: Spencer has one hell of a week after he has nightmares about the ones he loves the most, and after a close call on a case.
A/N: okay, no joke, i hadn’t heard this song before this request. So i listened to it and the first like i was like “IDEA!”. It made me very soft. So thank you very much for sending it to me. I hope you enjoy what I came up with! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!
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It was amazing how breathtakingly fast I moved. I sat up, my body shaking like a leaf, yet was somehow sweating like I had run a mile. But all I did was sleep. And while I slept, I had a nightmare. A nightmare that consisted of all my loved ones being killed.
I looked down at the person sleeping beside me. They were curled up into my side, an arm thrown over my body like I was their comfort teddy bear. They slept like a rock like there was nothing wrong happening. When in reality, I was sitting beside them, having an anxiety attack because of a dream I had.
I glanced over my shoulder at the clock. Two in the morning. I hadn’t even been asleep for 2 full hours, and I have to wake up in 4 hours to get ready for the day. Who knows if I’ll go back to sleep? Probably not… It’d be one of those days where I needed a lot of coffee.
I carefully slipped out of the bed, pulling the blankets back over their body. They hardly stirred as they switched their positions. A small, yet sad, smile grew over my lips as I looked at them. I was envious of the way they were able to get comfortable and stay asleep. They slept through the whole night, and would probably sleep till their alarm went off at 9am.
I struggled as I quietly dragged my body from our room and across the apartment to the kitchen. My person’s cat was sitting on the window sill, his tail whipping back and forth as I walked past him.
hi! i adore u! can we be friends? also i have been thinking ab the reader being the only one in the bau team that doesn’t get annoyed with spencers info dumping and actually loves when he does that bc then they learn new things and he’s just so cute when he gets all excited to share his info but one day on the jet while going to a new case somebody on the team ask a question and the reader gets super excited because they remember spencer one time was info dumping and had mentioned the answer to the question and because no one truly listen to what he’s saying no one remembers that he had actually already told them. and spencer had gotten up to get some coffee but the reader was like “oh i know” and answers the question and the team is just like “how do you know that” and the reader just says “spencer told us one day” and he hears the reader say that & his heart just melts cause someone actually doesn’t mind that he rambles
Hi! Yes, we can totally be friends!! I know it's been very long since this request has been sent it, but I wanted to let you, and my followers know that it is now currently in the works, and will be out very soon!
Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrive sex, unsafe sex, praise kink, mild thigh riding, light fingering, handjob, possessive kink (kind of a silent possessive? If that makes sense. They’re both very grabby, and reader’s thoughts are very possessive), cockwarming), aftercare (consists of cuddles, praise) soft dom!spencer, clingy!sub!reader,
Word Count: 3,420
Summary: reader is a little clingy after spencer comes home after a long and rough case
A/N: hi guys, gals, and non-binary pals! Here’s another thing i wrote. I wrote it based off this super cute gif I saw (i can’t find the tumblr link). I really hope you guys enjoy this piece! Thank you all so much for the love and support! I appreciate it and you! Check out my masterlist!
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It’d been… two weeks since Spencer had been out of town for a case. I hated it because I never knew just how long he’d be gone for. Sometimes he’d be gone for 4 days, sometimes he’d be gone for 2 weeks. It was the worst. If I wasn’t such a clingy person, this wouldn’t be such a problem. But see… I love Spencer, he’s my person… And when he’s gone, I just feel super lost.
So thank God that the team returned to the BAU and he’d be home soon. I quickly finished tidying the apartment, and then sat on the couch, facing the door, as I waited for Spencer to step into our home.
I should say ‘tidy’ loosely. Our home was clean, but it was still a little messy. It was an organized mess. I mostly cleaned our room, I had let it become a mess while he was gone, like I typically do. Before I cleaned it, the bedding was thrown off the bed, the laundry piled up, and there were 1 too many empty glasses on the nightstand. It was just a refresh for me.
I didn’t keep busy while I waited. I could have been reading a book, or messing around on my phone. But no… I sat on the couch, keeping my eyes on the door. I also could have worn something nice. But A) He didn’t text me to say put something nice on and B) I was pretty comfortable wearing just his sweater and a pair of his boxers. I’m sure he’d enjoy it though.
Reader’s favorite neighbor isn’t doing so well ... he needs a bite to eat.
Word count: 4.3k
Relationship: Vampire! Spencer Reid x GN!AFAB! Reader
Warnings: Blood, a lot of blood. Consensual blood drinking. Vulgur language. Acts of possession/possessiveness. Blatantly NSFW content. 18+ ONLY.
A/N: This fic is written for @imagining-in-the-margins’s Discord Server’s May Prompt: Halfway to Halloween. Enjoy!!
(p.s. my requests are open and i have a lot of free time)
There is something to be said about the dark. The night, often described as fear inducing, more so often welcomed me than came at with it’s claws or teeth. Plus, without the dark there is no way for the light to shine and illuminate the beautiful things.
So that's why it made no sense to me that one of the prettiest people I had ever seen would be afraid of the dark. Especially when his excuse and reasoning was flimsy at best. Apparently, it was an idea that Spencer had thrown around for years. The absence of light, or something, was what made the dark so scary.
I know he’s lying. I know, deep down, that he shouldn’t be afraid of the darkness, especially not after he had stained it red so many times. Plus, he himself was more than enough light to illuminate the darkest of rooms.
I am not afraid of the dark, or the night. And for all it is worth, I am most definitely not (and never will be) afraid of Spencer Reid.
Truthfully, there were times where he caught me off guard. A split second where my instincts would urge me to run, screamed at me that Spencer was a monster. Other than that, he was comforting and was nice to be around.
Spencer knocks on my door in an even rhythm that is identical every other time he has appeared at my door. Knock, exactly half a second of pause, knock, then two knuckle raps in quick succession. The smile that lights up my face as I open the door could not have been soured by anything. Except, of course, my favorite neighbor being decidedly unhappy and unhealthy. Or at least, he looked unhealthy.
“Hey, Spence! What’s up?” One of Spencer’s hands gripped the door frame hard enough that for a split second I swore that there would be an imprint of his fingertips left there.
His eyes shoot up to mine, as if he had mentally been someplace else. The prickling feeling of being unsafe swelled in me, despite the fact that I would be safer with Spencer than anyone else. He is an FBI agent, after all. “Just wanted to… Hang out?”
“I see! Well, I was just about to relax on the couch! We could watch a movie?” I tilt my head and Spencer nods as a response, so I move more into my home. Spencer, however, stays put by the threshold. I pause in my tracks while narrowing my eyes. Surely, he knows that he was allowed in.
“May I come in?” Spencer says with a soft, yet worn down smile. I roll my eyes at him, ever the gentlemen, even after blatant permission. “You know you don’t need to ask, right?”
Spencer raises his eyebrows, a humorous smirk plays on his lips. “Trust me, I do.”
“Well, you are welcome to enter my lovely home!” A sigh escapes from Spencer's lips as he follows behind me to sit on my couch. I am hit with the notion that he is feeling unwell. He sits guardedly, and walks as though he could fall and break a hip.
As usual, I would sit close to Spencer. He had said previously that he wasn’t the biggest fan of personal contact, but only when it came to strangers. Luckily, I have known him for upwards of a year, making us decidedly not strangers in the slightest.
His chest expands as he sharply inhales, breathing out slowly through his nose, “Smell’s d— You smell nice.”
I lean farther into him, head resting on his shoulder. Spencer’s spine stiffened as his face pressed against my hair. Despite me having said that we would watch a movie, neither of us move to touch the remote. He’s deathly still before pulling away. Tentatively, I speak first, breaking the silence like light cuts through shadows “New shampoo, You like it?”
Spencer licks his lips and nods. “I’m sorry, I thought I could do this but I can’t. I’m too thirsty. God, I should have just stayed away.”
He pulls away, moving to get off of the couch before I grab his arm. I don’t want him to leave, not yet — not ever — or, at the very least not before Spencer tells me why he’s acting like this. It's unlike him to be so moody and really, there is no way to describe how wrong he is acting. All I can say is that I don’t like it.
As of right now, he is not my Spencer. My Spencer is the man who read Annabel Lee to me when he knew that I had not gotten a promotion that I rightly deserved. He is the only person to ask if I was okay after he hears an overly loud thump through the apartment complex's thin walls. My Spencer is protective but never to the point of avoiding me.
(who is this imposter and why has he eclipsed my spencer’s light?)
“Are you okay?” I breathe into what feels like miles of space that Spencer has put in between us.
Spencer shakes his head, making no move to either leave or come back to me. In a way, I’m disappointed. I want him to see how bad the space is affecting me, but I don’t wish to upset him, not when he is clearly already in some form of distress. “What do you need?”
“You,” Spencer states shakily with an unreadable expression.
There’s a voracity to his tone that brings back my previous feelings of unsafety. This time, however, I don’t mind the way the hair on the back of my neck stands. Who am I to stop Spencer from craving me? After all, I want him to want me. Though, this doesn’t seem like the way I had expected.
“You can have me if that’s what you want.”
His face twists and his Adam's apple bobs before he looks away to avoid my eyes. My fear is undoubtedly confirmed.
Spencer doesn’t want to fuck me.
Spencer wants to devour me whole.
I want to let him.
Gently I move closer to Spencer, afraid that at any moment he might run away. My free hand moves to caress his cheek. Spencer’s taut form relaxes, inch by torturous inch I press closer.
The fear I feel is nothing more than a reaction, I’m not afraid of him. To be afraid of my own self, would be more accurate.
In the moment before Spencer relaxes in my hands, I live in trepidation.
What If I’ve gone too far? What if I’m wrong and he pulls away again?
“What are you?”
Spencer’s mouth opens for a fraction before he slams it shut.
“Is it not enough for us to pretend that I’m human?”
A laugh bubbles past my stoic expression. My index finger softly tapping against his temple, “How am I meant to help you if I don't know how? Plus, I am a bit curious.”
Spencer rolls his eyes at me, a grin breaking across his lips. Then he sombers, lips pressing into a small line. “I can get rid of this conversation. I can take it away, you won’t need to remember.”
My face fell. Surely he saw how much I didn't want to forget? I’d do anything just for him to say that I could know, that he trusted me enough to let me know.
“Please,” I half beg, “Let me know, and let me help you. You’ve done so much for me, please let me do the same for you.”
Spencer pulls away and I am left to try and soak up any of the light he left behind. “I’m thirsty.” Spencer bites down on his lip and I know the moment that Spencer sees his words click in my mind. “I’m thirsty, and you smell — fuck — there’s no word for it. Not in any language, not a single word can describe how much you make me want to ravage you. It’s an obsession, almost.”
My heart pounds against my rib cage, pressing against Spencer’s lower lips are a pair of pristine fangs. He must also hear how I react, if the way his lips turn up at the corners is to say anything.
Subconsciously I lift up my chin, locking eyes with Spencer. “If you’re that thirsty, you could always drink me.”
Spencer’s eyes lock in on the expanse of my neck. I wonder how it would feel, for his teeth to sink into the flesh. If he was dark due to his thirst, would I get my Spencer back once he was quenched?
“And if I hurt you?” Spencer smiles down at me curiously, as if there is something amusing about me wanting to do whatever possible for him.
It takes me not a second to tell him the utmost truth, “I trust you.”
Headrush is what hits me first before there's a warm breath against my neck. In a split second, Spencer has me on his lap, both of my wrists held behind me. Spencer’s other hand is holding the bottom half of my face and my jaw, turning my head so that he has full access to my throat. Spencer’s lips press against my skin, the tips of his fangs act like a threat.
If anything, I want him to bite me more, now.
“You trust me too much, flower. After all, you have welcomed me into your home,” Spencer’s tongue lavishes at my neck, a groan falling from his mouth. My hips jerk down onto his lap but I don’t try to break free from his hold.
A whine falls from my lips as he nips me, not yet hard enough to break skin.
I try to press my neck against his teeth to tempt him, but Spencer still does not bite. “Please, Spencer.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he hums against the hollow of my throat. “No! Please don’t stop, just hurry up, please.”
His lips open against my neck, his teeth open and graze against the skin. I tense up automatically, eyes squeezing closed. Slowly they open back up, realizing that Spencer has yet to do more than hover.
At this moment, I also realize I am a liar. I am afraid of Spencer Reid, but not because he is a monster. I am afraid of Spencer Reid because I like him being a monster, far more than any self preservation instincts can combat against.
In my moment of relaxation, Spencer's jaw closes and he bites. I don’t know what feeling I should feel, maybe I should be in pain. I can't even imagine pain instead of the feeling that radiates from where Spencer’s lips touch me. It’s a delirium that passes over me. Dousing each inch of my skin in a fire that is lewd rather than scorching. A sound that can only be described as breathy whine leaves my lips at the pleasure.
If this is what it feels like to be fed on, then I hope Spencer never pulls away.
Spencer gulps greedily before his lips release their suction and his jaw relaxes. Quickly he laps up any of the drops of blood that he had lost, then letting go of my face and hands. I stare dumbly into his eyes, my chest rapidly rising and falling as I pant.
A soft smile, akin to the one my Spencer wears falls across his face. He looks much more alive and much more like himself.
Aside from his fangs and my blood staining his teeth as well as dripping down his chin.
“My Flower, you — you taste,” Spencer’s eyes flutter to a close, tongue gliding over crimson tinted canines before they snap back open, his grin becoming carnal and his eyes alight with a strange humor. “You taste addicting.”
I throw my arms around his neck, pushing myself forward, despite the rush of blood loss, to kiss him. It’s clumsy at first and one of his teeth slightly cuts my lip. Then, Spencer is kissing back with fervent
There’s a sweetness to his tongue that is unlike the bitter metallicity of my blood. The combination is oddly nice, and I find myself kissing him harder in the glimpse of hope that I might taste more of myself.
I see why Spencer says I taste addicting, though as the taste of my blood wanes I find myself craving more of the sweetness instead.
Spencer is the one that pulls away and I am left to gasp with lack of air. If it was up to me, I would drown in the feeling of kissing Spencer, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip and his tongue licking into my mouth.
The first thing I notice is his iris’. Adeep vermillion in the center fading to hazel around the edges, giving him an inhuman look that I won’t say isn’t attractive.
I raise my hand to the side of my neck, freezing at the feeling of a scar, as if it had been months rather than minutes. If I were to look in the mirror, the discoloration would surely be striking against my skin.
Hopefully it stays that way. I’d quite enjoy knowing that Spencer has left something permanent on me. As if he has claimed me to be his own.
Spencer should claim me, I’d already do anything for him, as he had done anything for me before. I’m not picky nor selfish though, if this is all he will grant me of him then I’ll gladly accept and spend however many years savoring this.
“It scarred,” Spencer says, as if he is also surprised, the lilt of his voice says that he is mostly in awe. Is it not meant to scar? Is it supposed to fade? If so, then why didn’t it?
Spencer looks in my eyes, his teeth are back to their normal canines and his eyes are a more dull rust red, rather than it’s previously glowing ruby.
I almost miss vampire Spencer, though I am deeply grateful that the Spencer looking at me is the one who hopefully doesn’t see me as a meal. “Did you not want it to scar?”
Spencer shakes his head, before tilting it back and forth softly, “A bite that scars can mean two different things. Both people want it to scar and — well, it can mean that the human has never been fed on before. A first bite always scars.”
Dumbly, I blink at him as the words register. My lips twist downward and I try to not let tears fill my eyes.
How stupid am I?
“Sorry,” I whisper, waiting for him to ask me to get off of his lap. It has to be coming after all.
The rejection.
Stupidly I had thought that him calling me flower was more than just heat of the moment. Even more idiotically, I had thought that he’d want me after he fed.
Spencer’s hand cups my face as if I am a piece of fine glass, or maybe a small blossom in the hands of a child who feels far too clumsy to be anything but featherlight with his touches.
His thumb wipes away the tears brimming at one of my eyelids, “You have nothing to be sorry for. None of this is your fault, you couldn’t have known. I should have stayed away, but I didn’t. And now you’re forever left touched by a monster.”
A kiss is pressed delicately to my forehead, his free hand glides up to my neck and traces over the imprint left by his own teeth, as if he could smooth it out and undo his touch from my skin.
“It’s not your fault either and I don't think of you as a monster, Spencer.” I wrap my legs around his waist so that I can be closer to him. “I want you to touch me, I’ve wanted you for the longest time.”
Spencer’s hands move to pull away before they cradle the back of my head as he gently kisses me. I roll my hips onto his, hands steadying myself on his shoulders. He is sweet and I drink as much of him in as humanly possible before he kisses down my chin and onto my throat.
My voice catches in my throat as he liters soft hickeys and gentle bites on the expanse down to where my shirt blocks him. Spencer’s hands rest on my waist and I tug at his hair as he tastes more of my skin.
“Like nectar,” he whispers against my skin as if he is praying to some distant god. Spencer looks up in my eyes and it is prevalent that he is praying to me, that he is worshipping me.
“My Flower,” Spencer tugs my shirt over my head. “So beautiful, so sweet, so soft.”
He shifts us till my back is against the couch cushion, peppering even more kisses down my torso. Spencer stops by the waistband of my shorts.
“Why no one had drank from you before bewilders me, but I’m so glad that they all didn’t. You get to be all mine,” Spencer unbuttons them as quickly as he can, pulling my shorts down my thighs and tossing them behind my head in roughly the same direction as my shirt.
Spencer clamps down on my bare inner thigh. A needy moan escapes my mouth and he gently licks up the rapidly beading blood. The skin of my thigh cools with the air as he switches his attention. Spencer doesn’t take a moment to stop as he licks a striped against my clothed cunt.
I wiggle my hips against his mouth and he chuckles. “Please, I want more.”
“Be patient, flower. All in due time, I promise.” Spencer drags his palms up and down the tops of my thighs, “I want to eat as much of you as I can.”
My underwear is pulled to the side and Spencer wraps his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer to him until he’s practically smothered. His tongue stripes up, a ravenous sound leaving his throat as he indulges himself.
I’m nothing to stop him, but I don’t want to anyway. Spencer could spend the rest of his existence between my thighs and I would never deprive him of such, if he were to ask.
I grind myself against him as I near my orgasm, begging him for more. Spencer answers my call by freeing one of his hands to push a finger inside of me. He curls it and pumps, I fall over the edge easily with his help. Spencer licks his finger clean, moving to his knees in between my legs.
“Mine blōstma, prithee.” Spencer gasps, hands fumbling with the buttons to his pants, “ I flæsccostnung thou.”
(My flower, please. I desire you.)
The language is not one I know, but the meaning does not escape me. The desire and need of Spencer’s voice is more than enough to discern the secrets of a creature far more wise and far older than myself.
“I’m yours, you have me,” Spencer lines the head of his cock up against my folds, dragging up and down to spread along the excess wetness from my previous release.
Spencer presses his lips to my throat and the feeling of his fangs once again pressing against my skin distracts me as he pushes the head of his dick into me. He sinks into me at a snail's pace, and I have to pull him to kiss me so that I wouldn't beg for him to go faster.
I knew that if he were to hear me truly beg then I would never get anything otherwise. And while I’m quite a fan of letting Spencer have what he wants, I’d rather deal with the torture than the ego boost that he would have after.
The Spencer about to fuck me is already too powerful without an ego to go along with it.
Spencer bites down on my lip as he fully sheathes himself in me through one quick thrust. My body jolts both with the shock and with the sweetness falling from Spencer’s mouth as he suckles on my bottom lip, taking my blood in exchange for the nectar-like taste of him.
My hips wiggle with impatience, Spencer uses his own hips to pin mine back to the couch, unknowingly thrusting with the motion.
“I- I’m ready, Spencer p-please.”
(we all need to beg just a little bit, sometimes, as a treat)
Spencer smiles against my lips, giving them a quick peck before his hands grip me above my hips, nearing my waist. He pulls out shallowly, slamming back into me. I wrap my arms tighter around Spencer’s torso, pulling him closer to me as he sets a pace that leaves me gripping at his back.
His mouth opens against mine in a soundless moan as I squeeze around him during a particularly deep thrust.
Spencer’s canines bare against me. If I hadn’t already reached my quota for begging, I would plead for him to bite me again.
“I will break you,” Spencer growls against the column of my neck. His hips pick up half a pace with his words. “I want to. I want to stain you, to tear you apart.”
I’m unable to quell the cry that escapes between my clenched teeth. Doing my best to reply, “I’m yours to do what you want with.”
Spencer’s lips close over his teeth, him pulling back to look at me. One of his hands tenderly strokes some of my hair from my face, “Still, what monster would want to hurt someone like you?”
His hips meet mine softer now — more lovingly if anything — but his expression is all wrong. I press my lips to his, trying to make them tilt up with his beautiful smile.
“You’re not a monster.”
Slowly his hand moves towards his bite on my neck, hips slightly stuttering as I moan at the touch. Before he can reply I speak again, despite the pleasure in my body practically short circuiting every nerve, “I’d give up more than my blood for you to stay here, with me.”
“Who would mourn someone meant to make others — oh God — bleed?”
It’s annoying how wrong Spencer sees himself. He thinks as if every single step he takes kills a thousand people, when in reality he's nothing more than an otherworldly creature. Some people would see him as bad, but in the time I’ve known him he has only been good. If I can repay him in a way like this that benefits the both of us, of course I’d let him drink from me.
“I would.” My hips ache with the force he grips them as he continues to fuck me. There will be marks left on my skin for quite some time after he leaves. I like it, another way that his touch will have claimed me. “I would c-cry deep into the ni-night for the most beautiful monster”
“I see you finally accept that I am a monster.” Spencer’s hand moves to where our bodies meet, both of us nearing our climax.
“On the contrary,” I breathe out, barely able to talk through the way his finger rubs at my clit. “I now see you as even less of one.”
His lips slam against mine in an electrifying and mind-numbing kiss. It’s perfect but it's not what I want — no. It’s not what I need. I tug at Spencer's head, directing him back to my neck. His lips open almost automatically, teeth cutting through my skin.
The feeling of him swallowing mouthfuls of my blood is animalistically good. My body seizes, choked sobs wracking through my frame. Spencer follows my release quickly, thrusts jittering to a stop as he gutturally groans through the blood pouring into his lips and down his throat.
Spencer’s jaw unlocks and he cleans the leftover drippings of blood from my neck. However, he has made a mess of himself. My blood drips down his own neck and puddles around the dip of his collarbone. I’m surging forward before I even think about stopping myself.
A single drop shouldn't go to waste, so I lick it up. Instead of swallowing, I hold the bitter liquid in my mouth, moving to kiss Spencer.
Already having been surprised by my own cleanup, he is bewildered by me practically feeding him. However, if the way his tongue takes every drop says anything, he is far from angry.
Once my mouth is cleaned from all but the honey-like taste of Spencer, he pulls away. A kiss is pressed to my lips before he pulls out and grabs his shirt from the floor. Gently he cleans up the leaking mess between my legs, pressing a kiss to the marks on my hips.
Then he uses the other half to wipe off any blood from himself. One of his arms slips under my legs, my arms shooting to his neck as he picks me up with ease. Unsurprising considering he’s a vampire.
Spencer sets me down on my bed, moving to cover me.
“Stay,” I whisper, grabbing onto his hand. Spencer presses a kiss to my forehead. Spencer smiles and sits in the bed next to me.
“I was planning on it. Now, please sleep. You’re very tired and bloodloss isn’t a great feeling after a while.”
“Do you promise to not leave while I sleep?”
Spencer shifts under the covers, arms wrapping tight around me. “I promise. After all, you are mine blōstma, my flower.”
I hum sleepily against his chest, “You taste like a flower.”
Spencer shakes his head. “No, that is you. You are the flower, the one with the blood of nectar.”
When he says it, it is fact truer than his vampirism or my mortality. Spencer believes that I am the sweet one, and I am not in the mood to argue.
After all, he can still be my light.
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I’ve had this idea on the backburner for a while now, but my Discord friends and I put together a little kink challenge to come back to whenever we needed inspiration, so I figured it would be a great opportunity to finally get this done!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Category: SMUT (18+)
Content Warnings: possession kink, consensual somnophilia (sleeping during sex), fingering, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play/eating
Word Count: 1.5k
MASTERLIST
Looking down at your sleeping form, Spencer’s heart races possibly the fastest it ever had. He’s never done anything like this before, and that alone rattles him with nerves almost as much as it excites him.
Key-word almost.
About a week prior, you were thinking aloud together, discussing things you’d wanted to try in order to spice up your sex life a little. Not that it’s a bad sex life by any means, but just hours before you brought it up, Spencer had discovered something very interesting about himself.
hoping to run into mgg in new york city was unsuccessful... did get continuously catcalled and found myself in a tiny karaoke bar finding the meaning of truly living
Summary: spencer’s daughter takes a liking to their new neighbor and notices spencer might like her just as much.
TW: absolute fluff, dad!spencer, fem!artist!reader, maybe a swear word? idk, kissing, PINING lol, spencer’s mischievous daughter. *let me know if i missed anything*
WC: 9,121
A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, so i apologize to those who requested this fic. i also had season 10/11 spencer in mind when creating this, just as a time reference. anywho, i hope you all enjoy this belated fic!
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the apartment across from spencer’s had been empty for around 6 months when he saw you were moving in. you were beautiful, he couldn’t deny that. you had sweat that made your face glisten in the dim light of the apartment complex as you carried a box of what seemed to be, he looked inside for a millisecond, books. loads and loads of books in a box you were very obviously struggling to finish carrying despite the fact that you had only just entered the building.
“hi-” he motioned to get your attention.
“hey?” you questioned, probably trying to figure out if you knew this strange man.
“sorry- i um- i live in the building,” he explained with a chuckle right before his little girl ran up and hid behind his leg upon seeing you. “hey, sweetheart,” he greeted his daughter, you assumed. “right, sorry. i was wondering if i could help you carry that?” he offered politely, not trying to make it seem as though you were incapable.
“are you sure?” you rested the box on your knee so you could catch your breath as he nodded eagerly. “umm, sure. careful, though. it’s a bit-” you handed it to him and watched as he held it with ease. you rose your eyebrows in surprise for a moment.
“this one,” he motioned to the little girl who was no longer hiding behind his leg, “always liked being held. it’s quite the workout,” you smiled, he wanted to see more of that in the future. what is he saying? he’s just helping a stranger. that’s all.
A/N: hi hi hi! I wrote this instead of PWYC pt. 5 and i’m sorry, but enjoy!
Summary: Reader loved the rain, but Spencer loved them a little bit more.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral!Reader
Category: fluff
Content Warnings: none! it’s just good feeling, happy fluff
Masterlist
Word Count: 1.2K
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One day they described the rain to me, how it felt to watch it dance on top of cars from their old apartment. How at ease their mind would feel when their French windows were wide open on a stormy night, watching the lightning ridicule the world for taking advantage of it’s tears.
“You’re drenched, and you’re going to get sick. How can you sit in the pouring rain?” I asked when I found them perched delicately on the windowsill, half their body already dripping.
“The rain is beautiful. Look!” Their excitement was endearing enough that there was no argument for me to stick my head out the window to look at the gray world around us.
“What am I supposed to be seeing?”
“I don’t know. I guess I just like to appreciate the underlying beauty of a storm before basking in the sunlight.”
I remember hoping they would speak about me with that same curiosity one day.
A/N: look, i try to write angst where everyone stays alive... but, well, you see...
Summary: Girl it’s you that I lie with as the atom bomb locks in.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Angst!
Content Warnings: death of major characters (are we shocked), end of the world/doomsday
Masterlist
Word Count: 1K
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The morning always felt like the only time my brain, and the world around me quieted down to a gentle hum. The people weren’t whisked away from the comforts of their homes yet. They had more time to live in that silence for a little while longer before moving on to their routine days. But the streets quieted down at night too.
It was my brain that got the memo by morning.
People always tell me they wish they could remember everything, and I knew their comments were made lightheartedly. The true meaning behind their words came from never forgetting the grocery list even if you had left the written copy at home, or how much you owe in taxes. I could do all those things, yes, and a small portion of my life had benefited from that.
But the parts that didn’t? That’s the part of my brain that is most active at night. If there was the ability to relive some of the worst nightmares that made your reality, I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Yet, people still told me they were jealous I had to.
Not her, though. It wasn’t necessarily pity that she showed me when I told her what makes my mind so “great.” It was more of an understanding that there were awful images tattooed to the inside of my eyelids, and no way to remove them. When I explained my job to her for the first time, she did not ask me of serial killers, or dead bodies. She asked me if I could tell her what she was thinking.
One would think she was excited about me being able to read body language, but when I told her that I could read her mind because I was actually a magician, there is no other way to explain besides an exponential amount of joy and curiosity.
She made the mornings quieter in fact, but as she woke up along with me, and her body stiffened against my own ridgid form, I knew this morning was different.
The world around us caught on, the sounds of bumper to bumper traffic of people rushing not to the menial things they’ve done before, but to loved ones, and unfinished business. Angry teenagers protested down the street, yelling for the last time about the cruel world. It was a nice thought, but no rally could stop today.
The world screamed, fought as the final day began. My plans were different.
“Hey,” she whispered, turning over to squint up at me through the sunlight pouring in from the window. The universe gave her the spotlight she deserved one last time.
“Hi, my love.” She gave me a lazy smile as she reached up to stroke my cheek with her palm, pressing her palm against me. Her eyes were threatening to close, but she fought to keep them open.
“You’re so beautiful.” The words themselves weren't what caught me off guard, I was having the same thoughts about her. The reason for my surprise at her whispered finalization of affection towards me was because for a second, I believed it would be okay before the explosion.
The world was ending, but I had her to hold as it did.
“As are you.” Kisses shared in the morning light had never felt so much like a goodbye than right now.
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I wasn’t quite sure the time when we finally got up from under the covers, we had already promised each other to get rid of all clocks. If we pretended we had all the time in the world, maybe the end wouldn’t be so bad. It was foolish in nature, but ignorance is bliss, and with the acceptance of doomsday came the realization that there was never a sufficient amount of time for us to spend together. We wanted eternity, the universe granted us 6 years.
“Are you scared?” She asked me, and truthfully, I was. I was scared for the world as we know it, and the outcome from this act of human greed. I was quite terrified, really, but that was not what she was asking me beyond those three words. I know what she really wanted to say, and that changed my answer.
“No, my love.” I knew when the bombs locked in, and were set to end humanity that I would still find her on the other side. She was my heaven, staying in her arms and never having to let go. Running my fingers through her hair, and squeezing her hand three times in the elevator. Kissing her forehead when she lays across my chest, and humming songs of my affection against her neck. Listening to her read aloud to me, and painting each other with peppering kisses. Giggling at funny faces in the mirror, and grasping onto the other in the night.
She was my final resting place, so no. I was not afraid of ever having to let go.
“I love you.” She grabbed my face and pulled me in for a bruising kiss one last time, and the world went quiet again. All that truly mattered was the girl I had pushed against me, tokening every moment we shared together as I did the same.
“I love you, too.” The sirens could barely be heard beyond our four little walls. Her eyes looked up at me with a pleading desperation to never let go, and tears gathered to finalize our goodbyes.
We couldn’t say the words however, even with the notion that tagging along ‘for now’ would bring us comfort during the transition into finding each other again.
That was okay, because without saying it, we both knew neither of us would stop for anything when searching for the other one more time.
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Summary: Spencer goes with Reader to get a tattoo where they convince him to get one as well.
A/N: I am so sorry it has taken me so long to post any new work. I was in a slump, but I am hoping to get back into the swing of things. This little nugget is for @spencer-reid-in-a-pool
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader(no pronounns are used)
Warnings: there’s a small scene with a little underlying sexual content but nothing is detailed and I believe it to still be safe for minors.
Word Count: shy of 1K
I woke up to the feel of feather light touches tracing the patterns that covered my skin. I turned my head slightly to see Spencer running his finger over the ink on my arm. His light touches were somewhat soothing, but as his finger followed the path my tattoos had laid out it started to tickle a bit.
My small giggle alerted Spencer that I was now awake. I sat up slightly to stretch my limbs. He smiled at me before giving me a quick kiss and whispering, “good morning”. Spencer’s focus didn’t stay focused on my face for long, his eyes traveled down to the now exposed skin of my chest that had been revealed from my movements.
He leaned forward and planted soft kisses along the dark crisscrossing patterns across my chest. I let out a hmmm of satisfaction and ran my hand through his soft curls. He leaned back and a smile was spread across his face.
I couldn’t help but giggle as I asked, “What is it, love?” Spencer’s eyes softened at the pet name. He glanced away for a second before looking back at me. “I think you should get another tattoo today?” My smile seemed to encourage him because he proceeded with, “I was thinking about flowers going up your forearm. One for each of our wonderful, beautiful children.” I stared at him with love filling my heart like it did every time I was with him. I just nodded with a smile splitting my face.
I have never seen a fic with spencer getting a tattoo and now that I have.... new obsession because this was beautiful and warmed my heart and I will be thinking about it for weeks🥺❤️❤️
Description: A series of failed dates brings you to the conclusion you’re impossible to love. Spencer disagrees, but can’t find the words to say as such. When you’re pushed to go undercover in hopes of luring in the unsub, it brings about some… Interesting feelings.
A/N: this is for @imagining-in-the-margins discord server ficswap! I was drawn to write something for @spenciegoob :) it’s not as long as I would’ve liked (that’s my own fault lmao) but if a part two is wanted I’ll definitely give it a go!
Warning(s): mentions of several failed dates, mild language, brief mentions of a case, men being the Worst (but not Spencer), a kiss, pining, undercover idiots in love, a speedrun friends-to-lovers
Here is my second Fic Swap submission (NSFW edition hehe) for the 4th Fic Swap hosted by @imagining-in-the-margins and @sunlight-moonrise ! It was written for the lovely @spenciegoob who I love very much. I hope you all enjoy!
Stakeouts were never fun. In fact, they were the complete and absolute opposite of fun. They were incredibly and undeniably boring. What could make it worse?
Being partnered up with Spencer fucking Reid, that’s what.
He was simply insufferable, and a smug know-it-all to boot. But unfortunately, he was also insanely hot. And I hated that he was hot. I hated that I hate him even more than that, though. Does that make sense? Probably not. I don’t care. Hating someone was exhausting.
Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (daddy kink, loss of virginity (reader), praise, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, after sex cockwarming, groping, heavy petting, tipsy sex, innocence kink, hair pulling, crying during sex (but the VERY end)), dom!Spencer, sub!Reader, Professor!Reid, age gap, aftercare, swearing, drinking, making out in public places, incredibly brief mention of necrophilia, mentions of absent father, ooc!spencer, professor/student, brief mention of drinks being drugged (not actually happening)
Word Count: 8,194
Summary: Reader sleeps with a man she met at the bar. The next day she finds out that man was her new professor, Spencer Reid…
A/N: this was writing for pom’s discord server fic swap! My partner doesn’t have tumblr, but their wattpad is babyleaf1! I took a few of her favorite tropes and prompts she likes and came up with this! It’s loosely based off the song campus by vampire weekend. Spencer and reader’s ages are undefined, but there is a gap between the two. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!
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Going to the bar wasn’t exactly my scene. Sure, it was nice to kick back and have a drink after a long day. I’d rather be at home with a glass of wine and watching a movie. But when a friend I haven’t seen in a long time asks to go to the bar, I’m gonna go to the bar with her.
My eyes scanned the crowded room, searching for my friend who was no doubt already drinking. The room was filled with drunk people. I didn’t expect so many people to be drinking on a Tuesday night… who am I to judge though?
When I finally saw my friend, I rushed to her. She was sitting at the bar with a drink already in hand. I wondered how many drinks she had before I arrived.
The moment I appeared by her side, she let out an excited squeal before throwing her arms around my body.
“It’s so nice seeing you!” she squealed into my ears. I laughed as I carefully pushed her off my body, and tried to regain some personal space. “It’s been so long!”
“Yeah, yeah. Been busy. School and stuff starts this week.” I nervously laughed as I sat down on the stool beside her. She leaned over the bar as she called for the bartender.
“That’s right! School!” she exclaimed as she looked back at me. I looked away from the bartender and at my friend. “That’ll be fun!” she added, trying to sound excited, but epically failing.
“I sure hope it’ll be fun…. But it’s hard to say. You know, college,” I chuckled and looked down at the counter. The bartender placed the two drinks on the counter, pushing them towards us. My eyes widened once I saw the brightness of the drink. The brightness of the liquid was unnatural. So of course I was going to drink it. What’s the worst that could happen?
A couple hours had passed and the conversations between us seemed to flow fluidly. I was thanking God that that was the case because I don’t think I could do awkward drinks. I like to think I was concentrating on her and her words pretty well.
