#mgg fluff

[lvstfxrlife]

[rhodereid]

he’s almost moaning lol

[rana030]

[spencer-reids-fbivest]

Ummmmm…. I need him????

[avis-writeshq]

hi ! love ur fics <3

can i request reader as being a massive flirt publicly towards spencer but when its Intimate and Private, reader is suddenly Stunned and Speechless and Blushing and spencer kinda gets the confidence to Do Stuff

im sorry if that was the stupidest described ask ever achh but lov u !

pairing: s9!spencer reid x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, bombshell-ish(?) reader, fluff warnings: 16+ for kind of suggestive? he’s so in love UGH a/n: thank you for requesting !! wc: 1.22k

Spencer thinks that you are the most beautiful person in the world. He thinks that you’re glowing every time you walk into the room– no matter how upset or disgruntled you may be– and as cliche as it may seem, he’s certain that swarms butterflies fill his stomach and cloud his mind. In fact, he thinks that you have always had that effect on him, ever since he’s met you. You’re touchy, and despite Spencer’s general aversion to physical touch, he finds that he doesn’t mind your germs much. 

Very often he finds himself at your mercy, with the way your fingers brush against his face as if it’s nothing, as if that movement alone was something that you do with everyone (you’ve only ever done it with him). There are other instances where you’ve been very blatant in your attraction towards him, so much so that he ends up with his cheeks hot more often than not. A part of him is grateful that though you work in the FBI, it isn’t his division. He doubts he’d be able to see the end of it.

“Spencer,” you gush, curling your fingers into the ends of his hair. Or rather, lack of hair. “You got a haircut. You’re supposed to consult me first, you know.”

He laughs, looking up at you as you stand over him while he sits at his desk. “Is that what a good boyfriend is supposed to do?”

“Yes.” You speak with mock indignation, properly running your fingers through his hair from his fringe to the back of his head. “It’s so short.”

“Do you hate it?” There’s a momentary pang of unease that strikes at his heart. “Maybe I should have consulted you.”

“No, baby, it looks really good.” You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his hairline. “You’re warm. Do you have a fever?”

Of course I’m warm, Spencer wants to say while you continue to dote on him, your hands travelling to his collar next and brushing against his throat. You’re touching me in the middle of the bullpen. 

He opts to not say anything when he sees your knowing smile. You’re doing this on purpose. He clicks his tongue, squeezing at your waist lightly as you lean over him to kiss his forehead. He’ll let you win this battle; he’s going to get you back.

***

He doesn’t really know how to get you back. There are a few harmless things he’d thought of doing: sneaking into your department and hiding your mug on the top shelf (he fears that you’d ask someone, a taller more handsome someone, to rescue it for you), not wearing the tie you picked out for him that morning (he can already envision your disappointed frown and his chest aches at the imaginary you getting upset because of him), and putting toothpaste in your Oreos (he doesn’t want to die). 

All of these ideas go down the drain and he ends up not getting back at you for days. It doesn’t help that he’s been gone for a case while you’ve been stuck at home. It isn’t all bad, and a part of him wishes that he can hold himself to the same level of confidence as Derek when Penelope calls him with flirtatious motives. You do virtually the same thing. 

Your words are honey as you shower him with compliments, ending him with a simple “Hey, gorgeous.” 

It is enough to make his heart leap to his throat and his cheeks to warm to a pretty pink. There’s not much overlap between the Human Resources Branch and the BAU, especially considering that you assist more on the training and hiring side of things, so there aren’t many opportunities for you to fluster him when he’s out of the office. He finds that you always make an excuse.

“Hi,” he responds softly, avoiding the teasing gazes of Emily and Derek. “Is… are you okay?”

“Do I need to not be okay to talk to my lovely boyfriend?” 

You’re teasing him, poking fun at the way he so easily surrenders to you. He resists the urge to run out the room. 

“Stop,” he warns half-heartedly. He says your name quietly, tapping his fingers at the edge of the table. “Is there something you needed?”

He can practically hear you smile as you respond, the sound of your mouse clicking in the background. “Oh, yeah. My computer says that my storage is full. What do I do?”

“Your storage is full,” he repeats, smiling. “That’s why you called me?”

“It’s lunchtime in Santa Monica, right?”

He relents, cheeks hurting from how hot and stretched out they are. “Yes.”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

He puffs out a breath of air, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re lovely.” He can imagine you batting your eyes, your smile saccharine. “Don’t you wish that you were here, gorgeous?”

He’s definitely going to get you back.

*** 

Spencer goes to your apartment once the case ends, his eyes dreary with sleep and the horrors that he saw only a few hours prior. Your apartment key hangs next to his on his keychain– a limited edition Tardis charm that you got him for his birthday. He huffs out a breath, unlocking your door and stepping inside. He’s met with you dancing around in your kitchen, headphones on whilst holding a wooden spoon. A part of him is concerned with how easily he could slip into your home without being notice, but the other part can’t help but smile at how carefree you look, and he leans against the wall to stare. 

He doesn’t get the opportunity to stare for long. It’s comical, the way you jump upon seeing him, eyes wide as you rip your headphones off. 

“You’re back! You scared me.” A smile stretches across your lips while you press your palm to your chest whilst taking steps towards him. “Don’t do that ever again.”

Spencer laughs, toeing his shoes off and resting his hands on your waist. His head dips down to meet your gaze, peering up at you with a soft smile. “You look beautiful.”

Your cheeks glow warm and you break eye contact. “Yeah?”

“Mm.” He hooks his pointer finger under your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I missed you.”

He notes the way you don’t respond, in some sort of daze while your lips part in both surprise and flusteredness. He understands your sentiments– it isn’t often that he initiates affection. 

“Did you miss me, too?” Spencer asks softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks. 

“Of course I did,” you croak out, heat building in your head. 

Spencer chuckles, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He’s doing this on purpose, flustering you to the point of no return. He kisses you again, one hand holding the base of your head while the other squeezes at the flesh of your waist. It’s dizzying, the taste of coffee on his tongue and the feel of his fingers in your hair. 

“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmurs once he’s pulled away. His thumb rubs a line from the back of your ear to where your jawline starts, and he can’t help but chuckle. “Where did that confidence go, hm?”

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[fliesforeyes]

currently so insanely obsessed the thought of sleepy sex with spencer reid...

he got home late that night, finishing up paperwork took longer than he expected, finally arriving home at around 1 am. he believed he'd walk in to you sound asleep in bed, but instead he heard you turning, trying to get comfortable from the hallway.

"baby? you okay?" he whispered upon opening the bedroom door, watching as you shove the blanket off your upper body and sigh.

"can't sleep," you respond, eyes barely open, staring at the ceiling.

"i'm sorry," spencer mumbled, walking over the closet to undress. your eyes moved to watch him, your head turning on the cold pillow. he looked so pretty, as always, his hair tousled and messy from the stressful night, glasses slowly falling down his nose as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"could i help you?" he asked, setting his glasses on the nightstand beside your bed, lifting the covers to slip inside.

his hand quickly found your bare skin, sliding under his baggy t-shirt you wore to bed, pulling himself closer to you.

"how so?" you asked, breath hitching as spencer moved from kissing your cheek, to trailing his soft lips down your neck.

"like this?" spencer whispered as the hand resting on your stomach slid downward, fingers just barely slipping below your underwear.

"mhm," you responded, knees instinctively lifting and opening, giving his big hand more room.

spencer mumbled a sweet thank you into your skin as he kissed down your body, took off your underwear, made room and rested between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs. it was almost like he made out with your cunt, tongue swirling over your clit, hands gently holding you open. you heard him moan as you softly tugged on his hair, felt his efforts increase, you whined as he pushed two fingers inside.

spencer kept going until you finished, a little further, pulled away licking his lips after your thighs clenched from the overstimulation. he left wet, sloppy kisses on your thighs as he made his way up from laying on the mattress.

you kissed him once he settled beside you, fingers cupping his soft face, smiling as his own slid into your hair.

"wanna help you too," you mumbled, words slurred with sleepiness, eyes barely focusing on his face in the soft light from the window.

"shh," he replied, gently pulling you to lay on your side. spencer pulled off his boxers, shoving them away and off the bed. "gonna help us both, if that's okay."

you nodded into the dark, closing your eyes. spencer lifted your leg, placed his cock between your thighs, pushed it up against your cunt as he set your leg back down. his hand curled around your waist, his other arm sliding under your head as you settled closer against his body.

it was softer motions that did the work, spencer thrusting back and forth between your thighs, cock rubbing against your clit as he did so. your orgasm that followed was softer than before, your face tucked into his shoulder, quiet moans mixing with his own.

spencer came between your legs, a choked gasp leaving his lips as he stilled against you, fingers curling into your plush skin. you felt him lean away, his arm leaving your side. a whine almost left your lips, until you heard the sound a tissue being pulled out its box, felt spencers warm hand lift your thigh, the tissue wipe against your plush skin as he cleaned up his mess.

spencer curled back into you after tossing the tissue into the trash, felt your breathing slow as you fell asleep. he pressed a kiss into your forehead, silently noting how well this worked, tucking it away for a future night.

[dialdrcnk]

statistically, i’m screwed

pairing : spencer reid x youngprodigy!reader

vibes : mutual admiration, slight tension, team teasing, spencer’s iq getting slashed to 60 around you

warnings : none, but there is a use of y/n just once

⊹₊⟡⋆

spencer reid was a man of science, logic, facts, patterns.

so nothing, absolutely nothing, would’ve prepared him for the walking contradiction that waltzed into bau’s briefing room. also known as you, in a sleek blazer, ponytail and a stack of case filed you’d clearly read and partially memorized.

“this is our new consultant,” hotch stated, referencing to you “dr y/n l/n.”

dr? spencer’s brain flatlined.

you gave him a small wave, smiled at him. directly at him. he would’ve sworn the temperature in quantico went up by ten degrees.

“i’ve read some of your essays, dr reid.” you said sliding into the seat beside him. just close enough for him to smell the cinnamon-bun flavored perfume you wore. “your work on geographic profiling was.. revolutionary.”

oh gosh. his ears turned pink. “oh- uh thank you! that means a-alot coming from someone such as yourself. i mean i didn’t know it was coming from you but now that i do it- uh- means alot.”

you raised a brow, amused. “you okay there genius?” he definitely blacked out there for a second.

by the end of that briefing spencer had

- spilled his coffee (onto his own notes, of course.)

- dropped his pen twice

- said “uh” more times that was socially acceptable for someone with three PhD’s.

and you? you just leaned back in your chair, perfectly composed.

you had casually corrected morgan’s behavioral assumptions, without even glancing at your notes.

“damn” morgan muttered “seems like we have another baby genius on our hands?” he said, looking at you up and down. you hummed.

“yeah” emily agreed “except this one wears eyeliner and doesn’t hyperventilate in front of hot people” she glanced between the two of us, before picking up her files and leaving.

“i don’t hyperventilate.” spencer said defensively

you looked at him; tilted your head.

he inhaled way too fast and choked on nothing. dammit.

by lunch break, spencer was hiding working in the file room. surrounded by boxes, because that’s what professionals did, hide behind paper to avoid women who were smarter and hotter than statistically fair.

so of course, you found him. “whatcha doin reid?” “not hiding”

nailed it.

you stepped further inside, arms crossed casually leaning against a wall. “you usually act like a squirrel on redbull with your co workers, or is it just me?”

“it’s not- it’s not you.” he sighed “i mean it is, but- not in a bad way. i just, you’re” (don’t say hot don’t say hot don’t say hot) “..intimidating.”

you blinked, probably disbelief. “intimidating?”

spencer nodded, very seriously. “yes. and statistically speaking that’s very rare for me, i don’t usually- um- experience this level of intellectual paralysis.”

you stepped further. he stepped backwards.

you tilted your head again “well you’re kinda cute when you’re intellectually paralyzed.” you reach out and straighten his tie. just slightly, but enough to ‘accidentally’ touch his chest through his dull, thin, sweater.

“see you in the next briefing pretty boy”

he was still staring at the spot where you stood long after you’d left, lips slightly parted.

(a/n : small drabble :p, wrote this at 3am while i was highkey sleep deprived😭 here’s a cute bonus scene i wanted to make come to life but i was too lazy to)

derek : “hey pretty boy, you’ve been short circuiting all day.. you good?”

spencer (mumbling) : “define good”

emily : “oh he’s so smitten”

jj : “ouuhhh yea”

garcia : “the wonders a hot girl with a doctorate does”

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