thinking of spencer who gets so overwhelmed by his infatuation for you sometimes. comes into the living room and sees you curled up in the corner of the sofa wrapped up in one of his caltech shirts and feels all this love and desire bubble up in his heart.
can't help but shove himself into your side on the sofa, fiddling with the the shirt's collar as an excuse to put his arm over your shoulder (he doesn't need an excuse anymore but he gets nervous sometimes). you hum softly, imagining that he's watching your show with you, but he's never been more distracted, staring fixedly at the curve of your throat, the soft skin of your collarbones.
it takes a while for you to notice, but when you do, you can't help but giggle to yourself, the lovesick look in his eye only slightly distracting you from the desire lingering underneath it.
"spence."
"yeah?" he barely looks up, his finger having dropped to trace the plane of your shoulder.
"y'want to give me a kiss, please?"
he looks up fully at that, eyes sparkling. he knows you're throwing him a bone, giving him an in where it would've otherwise taken him a solid half hour to get there. he appreciates it anyway.
smiling softly, he leans over you, taller frame engulfing your eyeline until you can't see anything but him. lips touch, and he lets out a sigh, tasting the sweetness of your laugh as he attempts to pull you as close as possible.
it gets away from you quickly, minds playing droning static as you move against one another. at some point, you've moved to be on top of him, thighs bracketing his, as his hands rest heavily on your hips.
"angel," he gasps out against your mouth, hands tightening on you.
it's only then that you realise you've been moving steadily, hips dragging softly against his. you stop, and he lets out a pitiful sound.
"i- i'm sorry," he chuckles breathlessly at your words, laying another kiss on your lips.
"don't be. do you want to?" the rest goes unsaid, but you know what he meant. you know what you want.
"i just want to do this, if that's okay."
he nods softly, leaning up to capture your lips with his once more. slowly, with the encouragement of his hands on you, you begin to move again.
the drag of his corduroy pants agains the thin linen of yours melds to create a haze of pleasure bubbling in your gut. you can't help but gasp into his mouth, moving desperately against him.
he echoes your sounds, fingers digging into the softness of your hips as he follows suit, rutting softly against you.
it's achingly intimate, soft sounds swirling into a bubble around you, both of you hyperaware of every place you touch. his lips on yours, your tongue in his mouth. your arms draped lazily over his shoulders, his gripping you tightly. your hips pressed against eachother, unable to get closer.
it amps up, rapture zapping up your spine until it's all you can focus on. you teeter on the edge of living in your mind and something else.
it takes one, two, three more movements of his hips against yours until you fall apart, pressing your forehead into the crook of his neck with a whine. he follows right after, choked sounds ripping themselves from the back of his throat.
you stay there for an uncountable amount of time, tangled up in each other, not saying a word.
lol I imagine spencer picking reader up after her first girl's night with the BAU ladies and he's all 'why did you let her get so drunk' but he's so in loveeeeee will let her climb him like a koala and take her home and take off her makeup for her bc she'd forget </3333
omgg anon you read my mind!!
1k, you're drunk and love spencer (he loves you too)
mystery girl!au
He shows up to the bar, calling you, but in your drunken stupor you seem to be struggling to pick up the phone. Elle, much more sober than the others, guides him over to the booth that you've crammed yourselves into. JJ and Garcia are leaned on your shoulders from either side, voices overlapping as they speak incoherently. Spencer can't help but chuckle at the complete 180 your expression makes, however.
Before you catch sight of him, you're frowning down at your phone, your jabbing finger missing the buttons every time you try. Nodding absently at whatever's being said around you, you can't tear your eyes away from it, your knitted brows making affection swell up in Spencer's heart.
But when you do see him?? It's like the clouds have parted. Your eyes light up, straightening up in your seat as you wave happily, not caring that you're jostling JJ and Garcia as you do.
"Spence! You're here! I was trying- trying to call you but," You frown again, "my phone is being weird." The frown can't stay for long, though, as you climb haphazardly over JJ's lap in order to stand in front of Spencer, lauching yourself at him with a giggle.
He can barely keep his balance, widening his stance a little before running a hand up and down your back with an indulgent smile.
"How much have you had, angel?" He stares pointedly at Elle as he speaks to you, who raises her palms in a repentant gesture. You mutter something into his shirt, words muffled as you don't seem willing to take your face out of his chest just yet.
"What was that?" "I dunno, Spence. Can we kiss?"
He flushes, and no matter how drunk they are, JJ and Garcia can always pick up on an instance where they can tease him. They giggle behind their hands, unsubtly whispering about how they've got to tell Morgan about this. Spencer can't bring himself to care, though, not when he's got you in his arms, your chin propped up against his chest as you look up at him pleadingly.
He can't help himself, bending down painfully at the neck to plant a kiss on your lips.
After making sure Elle is alright shepherding the other two home, he sweeps you out of the bar, bundling you up in his cardigan before putting you in the passenger seat of his tiny car. He's not a huge driver, so he has less of his attention on you than he'd like, but you don't seem to notice, chattering away mindlessly in the passenger seat about how the music was sooo good tonight and your friends are so cool spence i might steal them (you have).
Once you make it back to your apartment complex, he half-drags you into the lobby before giving up and hoisting you onto his back piggy-back style. It's surprisingly effective, not only to get you moving faster, but the sight of his brown hair right in front of your face shuts you up real quick.
He doesn't really realise why until he catches a glimpse of you in the elevator mirror, and the view of your eyes trained fixedly on his hair, clumsy hands trying to be gentle as you braid some of it, has his eyes practically turning into hearts.
Once he finally gets the two of you into the apartment, he makes sure you're holding on tight as he undoes your strappy shoes, placing them in the shoe rack overflowing with mismatched pairs. After toeing off his converse with nowhere near as much care, he maneuvers the two of you into the bathroom, depositing you on the bathroom counter. You whine softly at the loss of his hair in your hands, but his tolerant smile has you melting, looking up at him with a dopey smile.
Your adoration nearly has you forgetting to process what he's doing. He's darting around the messy bathroom, grabbing bottle after bottle until his arms are full.
"Spence, what are you doing?" The drinks have clouded your processing skills, and all you want to do his hold him and go to sleep.
He shoots you a small smile, depositing the stuff on the counter next to you before approaching you, cotton pad in hand.
"I've gotta take off your makeup, you know you'll feel uncomfortable tomorrow if you go to sleep with it on," Your eyes are glassy, looking up at him as he swipes at your face with the utmost of care. All the emotions that you harbour for him seem to bubble up inside you, until you can't take it any more.
If you were more lucid, you'd write him a poem. Maybe organise a fireworks show, or buy him a star. But, you're still held in the throes of alcohol, so it's all you can do to blurt out: "You're so so pretty Spence, I love you."
Despite the gesture not being nearly as extravagant as he deserves, blood rushes to his face, and he ducks his head a little as he kisses your forehead wordlessly. He continues to wipe at your face, much gentler than you would, revelling in the feeling of your soft skin under his hand, calloused from his gun.
Finally, once he's done, he helps you out of your dress, handing you one of your pyjama pants and a shirt of his to wear to bed.
As soon as you're dressed, looking achingly cozy perched on the counter, hair mussed and clothes draping over your form, he helps you down to your feet with hands firmly on your waist. He wraps his arms around you from behind, waddling the two of you to the bedroom and tucking you into the covers.
At long last, he slides into bed next to you, giving you some space in case you're overheating still. You can't have that, though, and shuffle along the mattress until you're tucked into his side. Falling asleep almost instantly, you push your head into the crook of his neck, and he buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply and whispering into the darkness,
hi lovey!!!!! youve given me roommate spencer brainrot and after you mentioned it in that blurb im obsessed with the thought of him going to reader for touch/physical intimacy whenever hes burnt out from a case or something because hes so reluctant to accept touch from anyone else???
love you!!!
hihihi angel!! you're sooo real roommate!spence has taken over my brain recently i loveee this prompt so i wrote a drabble
had to inject a whole bunch of oblivious idiots who are in love because I'm nothing if not predictable <3 hope you like it!
roommate!spence fic | blurb 1
When you first met Spencer, he'd refused to shake your hand. To be fair, he'd given you a very convincing argument as to why, and you never held it against him. But it's very difficult to reconcile the memory of that Spencer, with the one you find yourself on the couch with now.
The length of his right arm is pressed up against yours, his tall body slumped down against the cushions so he can rest his head on your shoulder. The curling ends of his too-long hair tickle the sensitive skin on your neck, but you don't move away. You'd never move away from this.
He'd come home half an hour ago, late at night. You had been curled up on the couch, and you could see the exhaustion rolling off him in heady waves. The moment he shut the door behind him, he was shedding his coat and bag, thrusting them haphazardly somewhere near their allocated spots as he shuffled slowly towards you.
“Hey. All good?” Your own sleepiness was reflected in the short sentences, but you’d hoped that your eyes conveyed your concern adequately enough.
It seemed like it worked, his hooded eyes raising to smile weakly at you. As he padded closer to where you sit on the couch, he nodded at the spot next to you in question. You shifted over, freeing up the space for him to crash, leaning heavily against you like he’s trying to meld himself to your side.
Which brings you to now. Whatever sitcom you were half-watching drones on in the background, the glow of the television splayed out over the delicate features of his face. His eyes are closed, eyelashes fanning over his cheeks, but you know he’s not asleep by the way he periodically presses himself closer to you.
You’d questioned him once on his willingness and active initiation of physical contact with you, after you’d lived together for over a year. “I like it,” He’d said simply. “It’s comfortable. And it’s not that I dislike physical touch, I just can’t get over the thought of all those foreign pathogens on me. But, with you, I don’t have to worry about it. We spend so much time together. Did you know that living with someone for an extended period of time causes your microbiomes to change to share lots of traits? So you and I would share a lot, like-”
He’d continued to ramble for fifteen minutes. You’d taken it as an excuse to admire him openly.
You’re taking this as another opportunity. Your head is bent at an awkward angle, but it provides you the best view of his exhausted visage, soft breaths ruffling the thin fabric of your shirt.
He looks especially unguarded, an expression you’ve learned to value in the time that you’ve known him. It’s comfortable and soft, the feeling in your chest so warm that it entreats you to rest your eyelids for a second.
Spencer never expected to feel this comfortable with someone. He wonders what the him of five years ago would think of this— him, resting against someone, and them trusting him enough to lean just as heavily against him. It sends a spark of giddiness down his spine, one that he works very hard to not let shudder into the rest of his body, lest it disturb you.
Because of the angle at which his head is tilted, a lock of his hair slips down his forehead, finally falling to cover his eye. His nose wrinkles in response, but he’s not going to do anything. Not when you’re pressed up against him, leaning on his upper arm in a way that makes his heart squeeze in his chest. He’ll endure it.
But he doesn’t have to endure it for long. As if you’ve heard his thoughts, he watches as your eyes flutter open slowly, pupils swivelling over to his face immediately. An easy smile tugs at your lips, and his breath hitches when you raise a hand to his face, gently capturing the hair and brushing it back to the top of his head.
And as if that action wasn’t mind-boggling enough, your hand stays there, fingers tangled in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.
Spencer can hardly hold in the pleased sigh that slips out, the feeling sending a rush of calm through his limbs. His eyes can’t tear away from yours, and he makes a mental note to read up on sirens, make sure that the attraction he feels to the depths of your irises isn’t supernatural in nature.
Either way, the two of you are not moving any time soon. The little bubble you find yourselves in is impossibly quiet, and yet it feels as though you’re saying more than you could in hours, through soft touches and bewitching eye contact.
The contact is slow, moving steadily across the crown of his head, and he feels like he could fall asleep right there. Or kiss you. Who knows.
im ovulating and saw one too many spencer reid edits I'm going crazy
spencer reid absolutely gets off on being the smartest one in the room when you fuck I'M SAYING IT
Like obviously he's going to end up with someone who's highly intelligent, I can't see a scenario in which his partner wouldn't be incredibly smart, and that makes it even better for him.
He admires you all the time for your confidence and skills in your field, like full heart eyes whenever he gets to see you in your element, and of course that fucking asshole brings it up when you're in bed 🙂↕️
"What happened? Come on, I know you're so smart, speak up for me, angel."
He's nipping at your inner thighs, reveling in the sight of you squirming because he's so close to where you need him most and you feel like you can barely speak.
Is so encouraging and sweet but there's always a tinge of condescension UGHHHH
"Come on sweetheart, you can do it. You want it so bad, huh? Gotta tell me what you want, okay?"
Once you finally choke out a plea, he nods happily, moving up to your core with a smug grin.
"Did so good, honey, thank you for telling me. My smart girl, telling me what she wants."
He's sososo cocky before he gets his hands (or mouth) on you because two seconds in he's too pussydrunk too function WHO SAID THAT
got me thinking ab spencer getting turned on by his partner being highly skilled????? he's such a fucking nerd
YUPPPPPP
that mf gets hard at the sight of you being competent in ANY scenario
he hears you on the phone explaining something complex to a coworker and he's squirming on the sofa next to you until you're done and then pounces on you
comes to your work to drop something off for you and catches a glimpse of you doing something tactile and complicated and waits next to you until he can mumble in your ear please please please lets go to the bathroom for just a second
GOD FORBID you're consulted by the bau as an expert in your field and he has to see you in the round table room being volleyed questions by the team and answering them all without hesitation?? he has to adjust the strap of his leather satchel until its covering his crotch but everyone can see him blush
he so does too :( dusting of freckles leading down his abdomen to his cock where you can't help but trace them with your lips, watching the gratifying way he squeezes his eyes shut, choking out a plea.
hiii I love that you write season one spenwr because I think he's my favourite
idk if you're taking requests but I think he'd be sooo quiet in bed because he's trying not to cum too fast and would that make reader nervous? like shy reader please! ❤️
omg yes i agree so hard and i lovee shy reader! requests are open!
drabbles mlist | mdni please
the first time you and spencer fuck, you notice his lips are pressed together firmly, as if he's struggling to do so. whatever, it's probably a quirk of his, something he does when he's truly in the moment. you brush it off.
however, the second time it starts to get to you. he's just so quiet. you're writhing under him, caught up in the sheer swaths of pleasure that roll over you, and he's silent.
he wants you, you know that. you can see it by the dilating of his pupils, the way he crushes his lips to yours, but he won't say a word. just the sloppy, harsh thrusts of his hips against yours.
by the third time, you've had enough. sitting on his sofa next to him, you're determined to get him to make a noise, embarrassment be damned. pushing past the nerves that sit heavy in your stomach, you straddle him, knees knocking into the outsides of his thighs.
it's a clumsy attempt at seduction, your teeth nipping at his adam's apple, but it does the job. you feel him harden below you, his previously open mouth clamping shut right on cue.
pushing your hips down against his, you hum against his neck. his lips move, but don't part.
you hold your hand up to his face, running your thumb down his cheek, catching on his bottom lip and dragging it down with it. even that does nothing, his jaw remaining clenched as he bucks up into you. still silent.
it's all too much. you don't make it a secret that he elicits sounds out of you. you've never been quiet with him.
all the frustration and insecurity within you comes rushing up to the surface, and you burst, pulling back from him.
"spencer! are you— what's wrong? you're so quiet all the time, I... it's really off-putting,"
you didn't think you'd be this emotional about it, but when the guy you're so infatuated with seems as though he'd rather not say a word in the most vulnerable moments of your relationship, it tends to eat at you.
spencer seems taken aback, his hands shooting up from your hips to cradle your face.
"what? what's going on?"
his voice is so achingly tender, you can't help but crumple, lamenting your worries into the crook of his neck as he holds you to him.
spencer can't fathom it. he'd been silent, yes, but he's never felt far away from you during sex. in fact, he feels so intensely close to you that he has to rattle through mathematical proofs in his head in order to stop himself from careening towards his release too quickly. he never thought that it would affect you like this.
but the feeling of you sniffling into his neck begs to differ, and he resolves, then and there, to never have you feel this way again.
he just needs to figure out how to stop himself from reciting kelly's proof of sylvester's theorem in bed.
hi 🤓 thinking about spencer being sososo needy when hes away on a case but he respects his s/o too much to ask to get off together or for nudes or something so he just calls them up and... does nothing
omg anon i feel like im stealing ideas from you this is sooo good
imagining this being early into the relationship so you haven't totally gotten his verbal cues and different tones of voice down yet, so you don't realise!!
he calls at like 11pm and acts like he just wanted to talk, but he's in the hotel bed and imagining you cuddled up in your bed and remembering the last time he was in your bed and now he's hard
but he talks himself out of initiating anything bc what if you're tired, and actually using your phone so late at night is really bad for your circadian rhythms so maybe he should just hang up but he can't bring himself to
and if it was left up to him he would just fumble through a conversation and never bring it up to you, and you don't realise it so what would you be able to do??
the ONLY time there's any other outcome is if you miss him too and you bring it up, only then is he confident enough to talk to you about his own problem, talking each other through it until you're both sated and falling asleep on the phone together
