wally clark thatâs a little very obsessed with his girlfriend. wally clark that gives off pure golden retriever energy until someone looks at you a few seconds too long and suddenly heâs all over you, gripping your waist from behind and burying his face in your neck. wally clark that canât keep his hands off you at the best of times, his hands finding their home on your hips in particular or the back pocket of your jeans.
wally clark that gazes down at you with a grin when youâre trapped between him and the mattress, that goddamn gold chain dangling in front of your face. âyou look so fucking pretty under me, babyâ. wally clark thatâs like a completely different man behind the safety of a locked bedroom door, fingers leaving marks on your waist from his tight grip, mouth staining any part of you he can reach a dark purple. âwhatâre you gonna tell your friends when they ask what happened?â âgonna say it was youâ âyouâre fucking right you will, babyâ
a/n: very mildly self indulgent, i imagine this set around season one or two-ish just âcause the vibe of early criminal minds season will never be matched.
warnings: spencer reid x afab!bau!reader, established, secret romantic relationship, body piercings ( bellybutton ), teasing ( derek and spencer being, well, derek and spencer )
recently these late nights in the office had become more and more frequent. the team all sat in the bullpen in comfortable silence, only broken periodically when someone offered coffee from the kitchenettes unreliable coffee machine.
you rose to your feet slowly, body aching from being sat at your desk for so long. you tilt your head side to side, humming softly at the relief in your neck and shoulders before clasping your hands together and stretching them above your head.
a grave mistake.
âwhat is this!â elle squealed, all but launching herself across her desk then the hem of your shirt rises to expose the sparkling jewel dangling from your navel âa piercing? how edgy.â
elleâs tone is teasing as one hand shifts the hem of your shirt up just enough for her to examine the star shaped diamond with the other.
youâre too tired to swat her away, and in all honesty you welcome the distraction from the heavy workload, even if itâs drawing unwanted attention from the rest of your team.
a low wolf whistle is sent in your direction from the one derek morgan as he peers over elleâs shoulder to get a look at the jewellery, as does jj, and, naturally, penelope.
âhey, pretty boy, you know about this?â derek taunts, glancing over his shoulder at spencer, still knee deep in paperwork and ignoring the commotion surrounding your navel.
the entire team, especially derek, loved to poke fun at spencer for his little crush on you. teasing him relentlessly for not asking you on a date, for how he occasionally stumbled over his words when you sat next to him on the jet.
a bellybutton piercing, by their assumption, shouldâve sent the poor kid genius into orbit.
but spencer knew already.
the two of you had been a bit of an item for a little over six months, keeping the new relationship hidden from your team for no other reason than pettiness. it was nice having something that just belonged to you two.
âyeah, i know.â
spencers mumbled response catches even you off guard, and it doesnât even seem to register with him what came out of his mouth as he cards his hand through his hair.
âi â excuse me, what!?â penelope squeaks, heels clicking as she shuffles her way over to spencers desk and snaps his file closed ânuh uh, open your ears mister!â she scolds, tapping his forehead with the fluffy pompom on the end of her pen.
spencers laugh, your favourite sound, reaches your ears as he finally lets you catch his gaze. his eyes quickly flick up and down your body, a speedy skill heâd been perfecting since you first got together to catch a glimpse at you without anyone else noticing.
âi knew.â spencer reinforces with a nod âshe caught it in her sweater last week and took it out on meâ
a half truth, it was his sweater, in his apartment, but his answer seems to be enough to satisfy elle who releases her grip on your shirt.
you watch as spencer gets to his feet and, much like you, began stretching. only, to your horror, when he craned his head to the side the collar of his button up no longer shielded the dark purple bruise on his neck.
your drunken handiwork.
ânow wait a damn minute..â derek began, eyes drifting from reids neck to you ânow i know yâall nasty kids arenât doing what iâm thinking.â
âno idea what you mean,â you mumble hurriedly, burying your face back in your paperwork and ignoring the giggles and prodding coming from jj and elle at either side of you.
Hello! I saw your requests were open so I was wondering if you could write a Spencer Reid x Reader fic based off âprison for lifeâ by Olivia Rodrigo. Spencer has always been in the protector role so i believe it would fit him, please and thank you
PRISON FOR LIFE ; spencer reid
i know i can protect myself, but when you do it for me itâs hot as hell . . .
a/n: your brain is huge this song is so spencer coded
warnings: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader, unsub / case entirely made up to avoid spoilers, protective!spencer, established relationship, secret relationship, mentions of guns, violence, blood, criminal minds in general
a team. the worst kind of conclusion to draw when youâre narrowing in on an unsub, or two in this case. two family annihilators that would stalk and learn the routines of their victims, the kills were usually quick and ruthless, in and out in a matter of minutes.
only this time, your team had gotten there right in time. derek dragged one unsub out the door while the other bolted down the stairs towards the basement. without thinking, youâre sprinting after him, unknowingly running straight into a trap.
you trip the moment you barrel through the door, flying head first down the flight of stairs and landing on the hard concrete with a hard thud.
dizzily, you get to your feet, clumsily reaching for your gun only to realise you dropped it on your way down. itâs dark, youâre disoriented, and most terrifyingly, youâre not alone down here.
a fact youâre abruptly reminded of when a cord is wrapped around your throat, pulling your back flush against the chest of the unsub you were hunting. the initial panic urges you to scramble, but your training kicks in and you manage the lodge your elbow right into his ribs making him drop the cable.
the same elbow connects with his jaw with a satisfying crack but heâs not going easily, using the hair at the back of your head as leverage to bash your head against a dust old desk.
the struggle goes on for what feels like hours, and youâre giving as good as youâre getting. with a successful knee to his groin you send the unsub tumbling to the ground, and right as heâs about to lunge at you a metallic click sounds from behind where you stand.
âone more step and iâll empty my clipâ
spencer reid, your favourite coworker who also happens to be your long time boyfriend, has his gun pointed at the unsub with one hand as the other reaches out to pull you behind him protectively.
in a matter of seconds tara is cuffing the dirtbag before you and hauling him up the stairs with the help of jj, leaving you and spencer in the dusty basement.
âI had it under control.â
âIt was no problem, darling, honestly, no need to thank meâ spencer teases, holstering his gun and taking your face in his hands to fully examine the extent of your injuries âyou really think i was just gonna ignore the fact you ran after a killer and didnât come back within sixty seconds?â
âiâm not some damsel in distressâ you groan, letting him examine your face with no resistance âi can protect myselfâ
âi know.â spencer nods, using his thumb to swipe the blood away from your bottom lip âitâs not gonna stop me protecting you, though. sorryâ
he can see through your faux annoyance. spencer knows just as much as you do that you like having him as your protector, itâs âhis jobâ as he put it.
though, his protectiveness has made hiding your relationship that bit trickier.
everyone on the team would take a bullet for each other, there was no doubt about it, but people hotch were beginning to notice that spencer often went above and beyond when it came to your safety.
like when the bau were being targeted, he never left your side, if you were sent to interview a suspect reid was right there with you. even if a joke was made at your expense, it wouldnât be entertained by spencer.
sometimes you could pass it off as it being because you were a woman, because even though all the women on the team were more than capable, the men on the team had a fierce protective streak for them whether or not they knew.
âyouâre so annoying..â you grumble, fighting a small smile.
âmhmâ spencer chuckles, pressing a quick, light kiss to your head âi love you too, darlingâ
âoh!â
a squeak from tara has both of you whipping your heads in her direction, frozen in the mixture of fear and embarrassment that youâd just been caught out.
âwell,â tara clears her throat and makes a poor attempt at concealing a grin âweâre all done here when you two are ready.â
to celebrate thanksgiving finally streaming, take this idea thatâs been rotting in my head for weeks since i saw this ad.
warnings: 18+, explicit language, suggestive conversation, afab!reader, unprotected sex ( please donât do this? ), smut!, pnv, my literal first time writing smut be nice to me or else.
your eyes lit up the second it came across your tiktok for you page, you knew ryan would question the charge on his card from a website other than your usual haunts but explaining it away as a small business you found on your explore page seemed to be good enough for him.
you were known all over your campus for your fashion sense, your 2000âs inspired outfits drawing the attention of everyone you passed by, more specifically the âwhale tailâ that was never missing from an outfit, the strings of your usually neon coloured thongs peeking above the waistband of your low rise jeans.
today was no different, your low rise jeans and white baby-tee, the neon pink strings high on your hips with the custom sparkly letter charms adorning the back; ryan.
âhey, babyâ ryan greeted with a smile, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips after spotting you from across the courtyard, blissfully unaware of what everyone was double taking to read.
âhiâ you giggled against his lips, pressing another quick kiss to them before pulling away âyou got class?â
different degrees, same campus. it was actually how youâd met ryan, some sorority party during your first semester.
ânot for another hour..â his voice trailed off, eyes looking past you at the pair of girls that had pointed at your back âturn around for me, baby. think you got something on you..â
you play dumb, turning your back to him and looking over your shoulder. you revel in the look on his face, how his eyes canât look away from your ass, how his eyebrows have raised and his mouth is agape, and how he tries to subtly adjust himself in his jeans but fails miserably.
âis there something there?â you ask, like you donât know exactly what it is heâs staring at.
thereâs a second of silence, ryanâs brain short circuiting as he struggles to catch up with the real world continuing around him. he shakes his head before grabbing your arm, leading you towards the library without a word and ushering you into the bathroom.
âryan, i have a classâ you giggle, making no attempt to stop him when he pushes you against the door and latches his mouth to your neck.
âdonât care,â he mumbles against your skin, a hand creeping under the fabric of your shirt and towards your breasts, groaning when he realises you arenât wearing a bra âfuck, baby, think this is the hottest thing iâve ever fucking seen.â
his free hand slips a finger around the band of the thong, pulling it away from your body and releasing it with a snap. ryanâs mouth swallows your gasp as its back on yours, kissing you roughly like heâs trying to consume you entirely.
your hand trails down to the waistband of his own jeans, feeling his hard on pressing against your lower stomach as he presses you against the door, his tongue roaming around the inside of your mouth.
âeasy, baby.â ryan chuckles, pulling your hand away with his own. in a fluid movement he has you bent over the bathroom sink, reaching round to unbutton your jeans and shove them down your legs âdonât remember putting you in charge.â his middle and ring fingers tease your clit through the bright pink fabric, watching your reaction in the mirror as your mouth falls open in a silent moan.
ryan applies a little more pressure, rubbing slow circles as his free hand frees his cock from his jeans and teasingly runs it back and fourth along your folds.
âquick teasing,â you huff, hooking your thumbs around the band of your underwear to remove them when ryan lands a light slap to your clit in warning.
âthese stay,â he speaks matter of factly, moving the fabric to the side and groaning as he pushes into you âwanna see my name every time i look down at my cock filling you up, princess.â
wally clark that writes you notes and leaves them in your locker for you to find later in the day.
wally clark that gives you his beloved varsity jacket every chance he can get because âit looks better on youâ
wally clark that giggles and presses a messy kiss to your cheek, ignoring your complaints that heâs going to mess up his face painted number that you painted across your face for his game.
wally clark that lifts you every time you hug, picking you up from your feet and hugging you so tight you feel like you wonât be able to breathe much longer.
wally clark that is completely and utterly obsessed with you and isnât afraid to show it regardless of where you are.
wally clark that knows the rules, he learned them the hard way after decades of the afterlife. he knew dating was messy, especially when there was no way in hell avoiding his ex would be possible when theyâre both doomed to haunt the halls of split river high for all eternity.
wally clark that canât keep his eyes off you the more you show up to the afterlife support group, slowly feeding him the group more and more information about yourself, how you died, if you ever had a boyfriend.
wally clark that knows itâs a bad idea to try grab your attention, that knows heâs fucked the moment he catches himself smiling at your laugh, that knows when rhonda sarcastically mentions someone that looks like a âlovesick puppyâ sheâs talking about him.
wally clark thatâs been warned to leave you alone by mister martin, getting a lengthy lecture when his heart eyes grew more obvious as time passed. deep down he knew he was right, that if things went wrong you two would be forced to face it every time you saw each other. if things went wrong.
wally clark that drags you into an empty classroom as you lurk the halls, avoiding prying eyes as he attacks your face with kisses. âhate that we canât be like this all the time,â wally clark that waits down the empty hallways in the middle of the night so you can meet up and sneak away for a âdateâ.
wally clark that canât keep his mouth shut, bragging to charley under the bleachers about âhis babyâ for as long as heâll let him, unaware of the fact that you and rhonda were eavesdropping, quietly laughing behind your hands as you listen to him ramble on.
warnings: spencer x afab!bau!reader, minor spoilers for the haunting adeline book, bad language
âyouâre reading!?â the question presents itself as a scoff from your boyfriends mouth as he enters the bullpen, large hands placed gently on your shoulders as he roots himself behind your chair.
usually you would mock him, badly mimic his voice as you joking rolled your eyes, only this time you were too enthralled by the twisted love story of zade and adeline on the pages before you to even register his comment.
you werenât much of a reader, finding most of the books you nosed through underwhelming at least and outright boring at most.
derek laughs from his desk adjacent to yours âshe hasnât moved in a long time, pretty boy. a lost causeâ
the teasing comment is merely a faint buzz in the background, the entirety of you honed in on the paper as you follow adeline trying to navigate a mirror maze with zade not far behind. the whole point was supposed to make you root for adeline, but part of you hoped zade would catch up to her.
you wanted to know what heâd do, for research of course.
and you knew it was coming, as soon as you turned the page youâd be met with the outcome that part of you was hoping for. but, unlucky for you, spencer was a much faster reader.
âwoah, woah!â exaggerated protests left his mouth as his hands leave your shoulders and all but snatch the book from your grasp, eyes rapidly scanning back and forth as he read, a slight smirk appearing on his face âi knew you werenât reading for no good reasonâ
your face is on fire, red hot embarrassment coursing through your entire body as spencer continues to flick through page by page, undoubtedly coming across the dirty scenes youâd done so well at hiding up until now.
and this book wasnât just dirty, it was outright filthy.
as derek lets his curiosity get the best of him, youâre grabbing at spencer in a desperate attempt to retrieve your book before your coworkers snook a peak. but spencer was tall, and freakishly strong for someone built like a string bean.
you felt as though your prayers were answered as hotch emerged from his office, penelope in tow âweâve got a case, garcia will brief you on the plane.â
the urgency is apparent enough for spencer to drop your book back into your grasp, the smirk never faltering as his eyes meet yours.
âinteresting reading material, little mouse. maybe you can tell me more on the plane?â
a/n: very potentially a part one, heavily inspired by âmastermindâ by taylor swift.
warnings: spencer reid x afab!gideon!reader, competitive spencer, reader is the newest addition to the bau, set in season eleven so spoiler warning
the idea of joining the behavioural analysis unit was daunting, it would be for anyone, but the daughter of the legendary jason gideon? now, those were some big shoes to fill.
you were comfortable enough with the team, hell david rossi was your godfather and youâd babysat jack hotchner more times than you could count. jennifer, or jj as you learned she preferred to be called, was a passive figure in your life but one you appreciated considering she was one of the only maternal figures consistently in your life.
penelope garcia was someone teenage you had a one sided beef with, your father frequently tracking you down through her tracing skills, and derek morgan forced you to take a self defence class with him once your father told him youâd been robbed after a frat party.
there was one person, however, that you knew inside and out despite meeting only a handful of times.
doctor spencer reid.
it was very possible the allure was your fathers disapproval, being close in age meant jason feared youâd âput the moves on the kidâ as he would say. and it was tempting, you had to admit, not just to irritate your father but because spencer was an enigma. intelligent, clumsy, absolutely gorgeous.
he was your first crush, well, aside from troy bolton and that boy in your second grade class.
so, when you walked into the bullpen on your first official day and saw the aforementioned boy genius playing against himself in a game of chess, you couldnât ignore it.
spencer made the mistake of thinking he could bowl you over without a second thought, the fact that the man who taught him had also taught you completely slipping his mind as his competitive streak took over.
âyouâve got this, bella.â rossi muttered, he and the rest of the team watching on in disbelief as spencer had finally met his match. even garcia had snuck out of her lair to watch.
the silence is deafening as the two of you go back and forth across the board, each of you huffing in annoyance when outsmarted by the other until finally. .
âcheck.â
a small grin of satisfaction etches itself onto reids face, in his head heâs won, backed you into a corner, and my god was he smug about it.
you remain calm, eyes trained on the pieces as you try think ten steps ahead, just as you were taught.
and finally, it falls into place like dominoes cascading in a line.
âcheckmate.â
itâs your turn to wear a smug grin, arms crossing as rossi whoops, holding his hand out to accept a ten dollar note from derek.
âwhat - how did you..â spencer trailed off, completely and utterly astounded by how easily youâd beaten him ârematch, right now.â
âeasy, reid, your sore loser is showing.â derek taunted, playfully shoving the youngers shoulder.
âyour rematch itâs going to have to wait, iâm afraid,â garcia started, a chuckle punctuating the beginning of her sentence âwe have a case.â
the team dissolves, all making their way toward the conference room as you hung back to help reid clean up the chess board.
âare you sure you can handle me beating you again?â you jokingly ask, crouching to grab a pawn that had slipped off the desk.
âi went easy on you because youâre new,â spencer muttered, not even convincing himself as he took the pawn from you with a quiet thank you.
you scoff, hands on your hips as you look down at the agent still in his seat âif you say so.â
ânext time, weâre playing for something.â spencer speaks matter of factly, rising to his feet and tucking his chair in under his desk. you have to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact.
âoh yeah? whatâs that?â
âreid, gideon.â hotchâs firm voice bounces from the conference room, moving both of you from spencers desk and leaving you wondering what you were putting on the line.
