Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: After a frustrating and long case, Spencer walks you home from a late night of paperwork. To your luck, it starts pouring. But are you really so unlucky?
Word Count: 3,065.
Normally, you had nothing but good things to say about your line of work. You loved it, in all honesty. You loved helping people, you were interested in the inner workings of people's minds, and you enjoyed the fast paced energy of the job. Even more, you loved your co-workers. They were your best friends. But sometimes.. Work got frustrating.
You hated when things were slow. You hated when you couldn't figure things out. You hated when you felt time slipping through your fingers, feeling helpless. And this last week had been all of that combined. You'd been in Maine on a case; the most frustrating case you'd ever been on. It was a week long, spent mostly in offices staring at information you'd already read fifteen times. And when you finally got into the action, you had to go hand to hand with some greasy farm hand with no backup.
You'd even been spit on by the Unsub. And even worse? It got in your mouth! And now, you sat in the bullpen at your desk, filling out piles of goddamn paperwork.
You were almost sure you were going to go crazy. It was eerily silent in the bullpen, besides the slight noise of Spencer Reid, your colleague and friend, beside you. You were so bored that you began to study him.
Every so often, he'd make a slight hum or a 'tsk' at something on a file. For someone that could read 20,000 words a minute, he worked quite slow. But at least he was thorough. You couldn't lie; he wasn't the worst person to spend time looking at. In fact, Spencer was rather cute, though you'd never admit it to anyone.
You were attracted to his mind, before anything else. He was so incredibly smart, so much that it made you swoon. And he was playfully dorky. And witty. His wit went hand to hand with his humor. And after his mind, he was physically attractive. He had dark, curly hair and pretty brown eyes, combining well with his gorgeous smile and straight teeth. He dressed clean, in a dress shirt usually paired with a sweater or a vest. Sometimes, to your delight, he rolled his sleeves up to the creases of his elbows, showing off his strong forearms. And he--
Stop, you reminded yourself. You were supposed to be working.
To put it lightly, you had a massive crush on Spencer. It was something you battled with daily. You had to keep your swooning under wraps.
To interrupt your secret thoughts, Spencer cleared his throat, looking at you curiously.
"You okay?" He asked softly, noting how you'd zoned out. "If you’re zoning out, it’s actually your brain’s way of conserving energy. It shifts into a sort of default mode, which is why you might find yourself lost in thought. Studies show that the brain is almost as active during these periods as it is when you’re focused—just on different things." He explained, a half smile on his face.
You coughed, clearing your throat. Of course he'd noticed -- Spencer notices everything. It was just a bit awkward that he had noticed while you were thinking about him.
"Yeah." You smiled back, looking back down at the file you had been working on. "I'm fine. I'm just tired."
Spencer lets out a hum of acknowledgement, quickly reading something over on his own files before answering. "I understand. I'm tired too. I didn't expect to have so much paperwork for such a.. A lackluster case." He lets out a breathless chuckle.
You snort, leaning back in your chair.
"Me either. And of course we'd be the ones stuck here doing it."
Spencer shrugs, a half smile on his face.
"Better us than Hotch, I suppose. He'd be grumpy in the morning and we'd be paying for it."
Spencer was speaking the truth -- late night paperwork was Hotch's biggest downfall. It was becoming a thing for your colleagues and yourself not to even entertain the idea of letting Hotch do it. If he didn't, he'd have no reason to be so brooding in the mornings.
You and Spencer continued working in silence for a while, the rhythmic sound of typing filling the air and the quiet scratching of a pen. As the hour dragged on, the room grew quieter, the only noise coming from the occasional rustle of paper or Spencer’s soft hums of concentration. Eventually, you looked up at the clock: it was nearing midnight.
You groan, rubbing your temples. Being out this late sucked for you. You always woke up with a headache and wanting to throw yourself back under the covers; you weren't really a morning person to begin with.
Picking up your noise of frustration, Spencer glanced up at the time himself. He winced, and then his expression softened into one of thoughtfulness.
"It's getting pretty late," He said softly, glancing at you. "I know you don't live far, but.. I know you don't love the route so much. I could walk you if you like." He offers, a soft smile on his lips.
You could've actually swooned and dropped dead. You would've died happy. But you felt that it would be an inconvenience for Spencer to do this; he walked too, but his apartment was the opposite direction of yours.
You smiled back, a small blush spreading across your cheeks. You cursed yourself, but turned to answer Spencer.
"Um.. That's okay, Spence. You live the other way and I don't want to keep you out any later than you have to be."
Spencer pursed his lips.
"Actually, it’s no trouble at all. I know it’s a bit of a detour for me, but it’s more important to me that you get home safely with decreased anxiety," he says, offering you a soft smile. "Plus, it’s a nice break from paperwork, and I could use some fresh air myself. Consider it a small favor from a friend."
You inhaled to speak again, furrowing your eyebrows.
"Spen--"
"Name. Let me walk you home. Please?" He persisted, looking at you softly. "It would make me feel better. It's midnight and walking home alone in the dark can be risky."
You exhaled, nodding.
"Okay. Yeah, it would be great actually. Thank you."
He gave you a small smile, and you both gathered your things. As you walked out of the bullpen and into the night, the crisp air felt refreshing after hours of being cooped up inside. The streetlights cast long shadows, and the city was unusually quiet.
You walked in a comfortable silence. Spencer was right; you hated walking this route at night, in the dark. Despite being a federal agent, after hours, you didn't love the idea of being alone in situations like this. Surprisingly, you weren't even judged for it. It seemed that a lot of the team had the same hesitations with certain things.
You felt even better with how Spencer had positioned the two of you. He was doing something called the "sidewalk rule," usually typical of couples. He walked on the outside of the sidewalk, shielding you from the street and anybody on it, including the cars passing by. You were on the inside; the scariest thing you came into contact with were untrimmed hedges on apartment lawns.
Your position threatened to make you blush, but you somehow kept it down. You felt like a schoolgirl; it was like everything Spencer did made you want to kick your feet.
You and Spencer chatted casually eventually, the conversation drifting from case details to your mutual love of old detective novels. The night seemed to be winding down peacefully until dark clouds began rolling in, and a sudden crack of thunder startled you both.
“Looks like we’re in for some rain,” Spencer observed, his tone almost scientific, as if he were analyzing a weather pattern. Just as he finished speaking, the first heavy drops began to fall. You cursed under your breath, eyeing the dark clouds above you, the difference in color between the black sky and gray clouds.
"Damnit. I'm sorry, Spence.. I shouldn't have had you walk m--"
Spencer snorted, nudging you.
"Name. You have no reason to apologize unless you can see the future or make it rain. It's fine. It's just water." He said matter-of-factly.
It was as if your acknowledgement of the rain made it come down harder. Soon, it was pouring.
You both quickened your pace, but it was too late. The rain poured down, soaking you both within seconds. You laughed, the sound mingling with the patter of rain. Spencer looked over, his hair plastered to his forehead, and grinned back at you, clearly enjoying the unexpected adventure. Even in the horrible rain, he looked so attractive. The water traveled in drops down his face, the humored grin on his face shining in the street light.
“Let’s find some cover,” he suggested, his voice barely audible over the rain. He took your hand, rain making his grip slippery as he led you towards a nearby gazebo in the park, its structure providing a welcome respite from the downpour.
You blushed at the grip of his hand on yours, heat contrasting the coldness of the rain pouring around you.
Once inside, you both shook off as much water as you could, though you were still dripping wet. His hand left yours, almost making you shiver at the loss of his body heat. You couldn't help but feel disappointed. The rain continued to fall heavily outside, creating a soothing, rhythmic noise on the gazebo’s roof. The cool, damp air and the close proximity made the situation feel oddly intimate.
Your clothes were plastered to your body, soaked and dripping onto the wooden floor of the gazebo. You looked outside of the gazebo at the sky. It was covered with clouds, an occasional bright flash of lightning exposing them to you. You bit your lip, frowning.
Turning to Spencer, you found him already looking at you.
"Spence, I'm--"
He interrupted you, a small smile on his face.
"Don't apologize. This is kind of nice, in a way," Spencer said, shrugging. "You know, the rain, the quiet. It’s… peaceful. After a week of dealing with such grim things."
Spencer’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was a silence that spoke volumes. You could see the soft glow of the streetlights filtering through the rain-soaked air, casting a warm light on his face. He was so pretty this way, you thought. His curls dripped water and his warm brown eyes were just as expressive as usual.
Realizing your silence and your staring, you cleared your throat to speak. A blush spread across your cheeks yet again.
“Yeah, it is. Thank you for walking me home. Or trying, at least. I really appreciate it.” You mumbled, looking up at him.
A flash of something crossed his face, but you couldn't quite catch what it was. Spencer could sometimes be a difficult person to read. Probably because he was so different.
To your slight shock, Spencer’s gaze softened, and he took a step closer, his usually awkward demeanor replaced with something more confident, more vulnerable. “I’m glad I could. I’ve been wanting to spend more time with you outside of work. It’s nice to see you like this, just… relaxed.”
His words caught you off guard. Your face immediately resumed the blush you'd tried so hard to fight off; Spencer was unintentionally trying to kill you. But a flutter of hope and excitement spread through your chest, though you were sure he didn't mean it the way you wanted to perceive it.
The air between you and Spencer felt thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged feelings. The rain outside created a serene backdrop, making the moment feel softer. More approachable. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the stutter of nerves in your chest. It felt like this was an opportunity to finally be honest, to stop crippling yourself by stuffing everything Spencer made you feel inside.
"Spencer.." you began, your voice trembling slightly. "I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you tonight, even if it was under these… circumstances."
A beat passed. You almost began to regret what you'd said, hoping it didn't reveal too much, so that you could reword yourself if he didn't feel the same way about things.
Spencer’s gaze softened, his own nervousness evident in the way he avoided eye contact. Finally, he spoke. "I’m glad you feel that way," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve been wanting to… well, I’ve been wanting to get closer to you, but I didn’t know how to say it."
You felt your heart stutter, a mix of hope and apprehension swelling in your chest. Closer? He wanted to get closer?
"Closer.. What do you mean?" you asked, your voice almost too quiet to hear over the rain.
Spencer hesitated, his hand reaching out slowly to gently touch your arm. The touch was light, almost as if he were afraid to impose. You almost would've thought an alien had taken over his body; Spencer was usually so avoidant of touch, a germaphobe and far too awkward for it. His eyes were soft, shyly looking at you in the hazy darkness.
"Like… this," he said, his fingers brushing against your skin. "I didn’t want to make things awkward or anything, but I’ve felt something more between us for a while. I just didn’t know how to… express it."
You couldn't believe it. If you weren't trained to keep things inside to avoid being exposed (FBI agent things), you would've squealed. You'd never dreamed that in a million years Spencer would be having this conversation with you, let alone touching you without being held at gun point to do so.
You looked up at him, your cheeks flushing as you felt the warmth of his fingers tracing your arm softly. "I’ve been feeling the same way, Spencer. I just didn’t know if you… if you felt the same." You admitted, exhaling shakily.
He nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "I do. I really do. But I didn’t want to rush things or make you uncomfortable," He explained, his fingers tracing slow, lazy shapes on your upper arm, hesitantly like he expected you to pull away. "And I was, uh, a little bit.. Afraid, honestly. Scared of rejection."
You smiled back, feeling a rush of warmth on your face despite the chill of the rain. "I appreciate that. And I’m glad you told me. I’ve been wanting to… to get closer to you too. I just didn’t know how to start." You reply, struggling not to lean into his body, to receive more of his touch. "And if it's any consolation, I've been terrified to make any indication of.. this." You snort.
He chuckles, his touch spreading further across your arm. His full palm now rubbed up and down your bicep, spreading its warmth. The touch was innocent and soft.
Spencer’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was a gentle silence between you. Then, in a classic Spencer move, he spoke up again, his tone almost matter-of-fact. "Did you know that according to studies, sharing physical closeness with someone you care about can actually lower stress levels? The brain releases oxytocin, which reduces anxiety and creates a feeling of safety and comfort."
You blinked, caught off guard by his unexpected fact, and then chuckled softly. You knew better than to be shocked. This was Spencer. "That’s… actually really comforting."
Spencer’s smile widened sheepishly, still looking a bit shy. "I thought it might be relevant. So, um, if you’re okay with it, I’d really like to be closer to you, both physically and emotionally." He admits, a soft look in his pretty brown eyes.
Your feet moved before you could really register what you were doing. The rain created a soothing rhythm around you, seeing to match the stuttering beat of your heart inside your chest. The air was thick but cool, almost difficult to inhale. Bringing yourself even closer to him than you were seconds ago, you slid your hand over his, the warmth just as heavenly as it was when you'd first been running to the gazebo.
You felt Spencer's hand squeeze yours, a silent reassurance, though hesitant. Looking up at him, you met his eyes. God, you loved his eyes. They were so pretty. Soft, warm, comforting. Now, they were so much more telling than usual, as if he'd let you in. They showed fondness.
You stilled immediately, feeling him lean towards you. Your brain struggled against your heart; it told you to stay still, but your heart told you to lean forward to meet him.
Before you could make your choice, he was too close. Your face burned as he captured your lips in a soft, shy kiss. It was delicate, as if it was his first time ever kissing someone. You paused for a moment, realizing slowly what was happening, but then leaned into him; your dreams were coming true.
You pressed yourself closer to him, inhaling. He smelled like clean laundry and something light and fresh, a subtle aftershave or just one spritz of cologne. His lips tasted like coffee. He parted them slightly, deepening the kiss; the move was hesitant, but heavier than the softness from before. His hand slid from yours to your waist, gently pulling you tighter into him, as if giving you the choice to step away if you wanted to. Nothing about kissing Spencer was forceful; he was gentle, hesitant, as if every move he made was a silent question. It was a sweet, hesitant gesture, as if he were afraid to impose but hopeful that you’d respond positively.
When you finally pulled away from each other, you were slightly breathless, faces flushed with shyness and glowing with excitement.
Spencer looked at you with a hopeful expression. "Was that okay?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for reassurance.
You felt like you were going to explode. You were so happy, probably happier than you'd ever been in your life. Nodding, you smiled widely at Spencer, a breathless giggle falling from your lips.
"Yes. Absolutely."
Spencer’s smile widened, though he still looked a bit shy. "I’m really glad. I'm.. I'm not exactly the best with things like that," he explained, his hand still resting gently on your waist, warmth traveling through your cold, soaked clothes to your skin. "But I wanted you to know. I wanted you to know that I.. I feel that way."
You soften, reaching up to push his soaked curls from his face. He leaned into the gesture.
"I feel that way too."
"We feel that way together. We're.. We're together."
Genre: Smut, just straight filth practically no plot
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: sub!Spencer, Dom!Reader, use of nicknames mommy and puppy (this isn’t exactly pet play or age play, i just think the nicknames are hot lol), masturbation (male), oral (female receiving), pegging, degradation and praise, sweet aftercare
this fic is heavily inspired by some of the asks on @sparklinspence blog so follow them if you don’t already (you must be 18+ to follow!!!)
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After a long day at work, Y/N walked in on her boyfriend frantically rubbing his flushed, red cock against one of their pillows, whimpering and whining out for her. Her boyfriend that she didn’t even know was back from a case.
Hearing her footsteps made Spencer look up, “I-I’m sorry--”, he began to ramble while halting his actions.
“Ah-ah. You want to act like a desperate little puppy, go ahead.”
“Look at you. I haven’t even touched you and you’re already a mess.”, she chuckled, “Get off the pillow and stay there.”, she gave in to his pleas. He nodded and did as he was told while Y/N began to shed all her clothes. But, it wasn’t until then that she noticed the purple plug in him.
She laid on the bed in front of him, spreading her legs apart for him so that he could see the way she was glistening already. He couldn’t help but stare in awe until Y/N’s word broke Spencer from his trance, ‘Well, what are you waiting for? Go, ahead. Lick my pussy like the stupid, pathetic little thing you are.”
The degradation made his eyes glow even brighter before he got to work. He lapped her wetness up to her clit, brushing his tongue up and down while she brushed her fingers through his hair. He started teasing her entrance, prodding and pushing his tongue as far as it would go which, elicited moans to pour from her lips. And desperate to make her cum, he circled and sucked on her clit.
“Oh--fuck, yes! Such a good boy, puppy.”
Spencer sat back up, Y/N still running her fingers through his curls while he tried to lick her left over cum off of his chin. She kissed him briefly before pulling away and getting off the bed, making him whine out loudly. But that quickly changed when he saw what she was getting.
“Get on your back.”, she ordered while putting on the strap-on.
“R-really?”
“Yes, since you want to be so full like a greedy little slut.”, she gestured to the plug that was currently occupying him. Though, that didn’t last long as she sat before him and pulled it out slowly, making him moan out shamelessly.
Y/N kissed him softly, eventually traveling downward marking all across his neck and chest while she lubed them both up. He grew impatient quickly, whining and squirming on the bed.
“Do you want it or not?”, Y/N partially scolded.
“Yes! Yes, want it!”
“What do you say?”
“Please! Please, want it so bad, mommy!”
“Good boy.”, she cooed before slowly pushing into him. The new feeling made him whimper and scrunch up his nose, arching his back slightly. She set a steady pace, brushing against his sweet spot with nearly every thrust, making him moan over and over again, begging her to touch his cock. Y/N eventually gave in, gripping his flushed cock and stroking back and forth slowly.
His moans eventually turned into mindless babbling, “Aw, you’re just my dumb little puppy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, yes! I’m your little puppy!”
“Such a little mindless slut, huh?”
“Mhm! I’m your stupid slut, mommy!”
She picked up the pace so that every stroke of his cock matched to every thrust and now Spencer was covering his mouth with the back of his palm, trying to quiet himself down. Y/N yanked his hand away and noticing the way his cock throbbed in her hand, she slapped him just hard enough to make him cry out, “Do you want to cum, baby?”
“Yes! Please, need it!”
“Say you’re sorry first.”
“I’m sorry, mommy! Won’t break the rules again! Please let me cum!”
“Ok, puppy. Go ahead.”, as soon as he was given permission he came all over her hand and his own tummy while panting. Y/N pulled the dildo out, not wanting to overstimulate him.
She got up to get a wet rag to clean him up a little, along with a lollipop from their secret stash and some water. She wiped him down gently while he sucked on the cherry flavored sweet, occasionally taking small sips from the glass. Y/N covered Spencer’s pretty pink cheeks in kisses while trying to convince him to get up and shower.
Eventually, she succeeded and washed his soft brown locks and scrubbing him down gently. She picked out his favorite, softest pair of boxers and her favorite pair of shorts when they got back to their bedroom. She tucked them both under the covers, stroking his hair with one hand while reading to him softly with the other until he fell asleep against her bare chest. Y/N whispered little ‘I love you’s and sweet nothings to Spencer’s sleeping figure even though she knew he couldn’t hear her, before falling asleep herself.
Summary: During the flight back home, Reader asks Spencer to read out loud and ends up falling asleep on him.
Content: fluff, short imagine
Pairing: Spencer Reid and Reader
Warning(s): none
Word Count: 677
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“I’m exhausted,” you deeply exhaled as you sat down on the jet’s couch, right next to where Spencer was reading.
You and the team were currently on the flight back home to Quanitco after spending a couple days in Arizona, hunting down a riddle-loving psychopath. Although you were happy to be finished with the case, you weren’t too excited about all the leftover paperwork you’d have to finish once you got back. All you really wanted to do was go home and finally get some sleep on your own bed, especially after being awake for 36 hours.
Spencer looked up from his book and started on another one of his educational rants that you found to be so adorable, “Did you know that according to the CDC, staying awake for at least 24 hours is comparable to having a blood alcohol content of 0.10 percent? Not only that, but sleep deprivation can cause impaired judgement, cognitive issues, raised stress levels and in extreme cases can even cause paranoia and hallucinations.”
“Well, Dr. Reid,” a smile found its way on your face as you talked to him, “no, I did not know that.”
Spencer just shyly smiled at you and returned his attention back to his book.
“Good work today. Everyone try and get some sleep. I’m talking to you, Y/N,” Hotch said, looking at you with a raised brow and the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You sheepishly smiled and threw a quick nod at Hotch, before getting as comfortable as you could and leaning your head back on the couch.
You sat in that position with your eyes closed for a few minutes before accepting the fact that your mind was too distracted for a nap.
You opened your eyes and let out a little sigh. It was at times likes this that made you wish you listened to Spencer when he said to bring a book with you.
I wonder if he has an extra one I could borrow.
You turned your head towards Spencer and saw him engrossed in the book he held with his left hand. His right hand was too busy sliding down the pages as his brain took in the words at an astonishing pace.
Although you knew Spencer could read 20,000 words per minute, it was always amazing to see him actually do it.
You must’ve been staring for too long, because while you were focused on his hand and reading abilities, he was looking at you with another small smile.
“Can’t sleep?”
Your eyes snapped to his in surprise as you jumped from your thoughts to reality.
“Oh! Sorry,” you let out an airy laugh, “too much on my mind, I guess.”
“I have an extra book somewhere in my bag, if you’d like to borrow it,” Spencer said, pointing to the satchel that sat beside him.
Before you could consider his offer, a different idea popped into your head.
“Well, what are you reading? It seems to be pretty captivating,” you teased, scooting closer to Spencer. Your closeness seemed to make him nervous, so you paused your actions to let him create space between the two of you if he needed, but he never did.
“Um, Pride and Prejudice. The unsub used a quote from this book in one of his riddles, so I thought I’d buy a copy and reread it on the jet,” a light pink covered Spencer’s cheeks as he talked.
“Hm, I’ve never read it,” you said, taking a risk and leaning your head against his shoulder, “read it to me?”
You felt his body tense, but instead of shifting away from you like you hoped he wouldn’t, he actually leaned his body into yours (to your delight) and started reading.
As he talked, you found yourself paying more attention to his voice than the actual book, but it didn’t matter to you, because you could already feel yourself fall into a much needed sleep.
And it was all thanks to Spencer and his annoyingly, magical voice.
