spencer eating you out for hours for his own pleasure after a fuck ass stressful case. he'd be grinding himself on the sheets but he wouldn't fuck you just yet not until you be good and squirt for him and when you do he'll fuck you hard but still so sweet make you beg for more even though you're absolutely fucked out of your mind and you can't even form coherent words. and he'd continue just as you begged for it and he'd even get off more seeing how you're nothing but a whimpering moaning cock drunk mess. when he's done with you he'll take care of you not after cleaning you with his mouth first and making you cum one more time. but it's all worth it for the sweet sweet aftercare.
summary: Madder’s accidentally outs your relationship with Djed on his Youtube channel
note: i’m so proud of Djed, he played so deliciously in today’s game and looked so YUMMY in that away kit…. i couldn’t resist a quick write about him fr
James panned the camera around his hotel room, showing the viewers what a beautiful suit the club had booked for them, showing the bathroom before the closet space, James muttered something about the space being too small before returning to the bathroom.
He set the camera up on the countertop, pulling his toiletry bag out
“Sonny is taking us out for dinner tonight so, let’s freshen up” He said pulling his face wash out
the room was quiet sans for the sounds of Madder’s washing his face, as he applied another product to his face, the unmistakable voice of Djed rang through the silence
“Hi baby” Djed smiled at his phone “yeah, i’m sharing a room with Madders”
Madders non the wiser continued on his skin care before Djed walked into the bathroom, phone extended as he came into frame with Madders soapy face
“baby i think James is busy” you giggle on the other side
“really?” Djed joked
“Hi YN” Madders smiled eyes shut
“Hi Madders” you laugh “i’m waving my hand”
“oh right” Madders said waving his
“i’ll leave you to that then man” Djed laughed gently shoving Madison
“what are you wearing to the dinner handsome?” you asked as Djed walked away
now when Madison edited the video he was sure he’d left that part cut out, remembering the interaction quite vividly, but boy was he wrong.
the internet quite literally exploded at the news, Djed, as cooley as possible took to Instagram to post his usual scheduled post, lightly teasing fans with a picture of you in his dump and leaving a cheeky caption while you nearly collapsed in panic
“they just know your voice, they don’t know you” Djed mumbled into your hug
“yeah but what if-
“mmh enough with the what ifs” Djed sighed “it’s about time that the world now’s i belong to a beautiful, amazing, woman”
“how do you do that?” you ask dropping your tense shoulders
“do what?” Djed quizzed
“manage to keep a cool head in situations like this?” you ask
“when my pillar of strength can’t be strong? i have to be strong for her” Djed smiled cupping your cheeks and giving you a kiss
[y/n] sat comfortably in spencer’s house reading a book they picked out of one of his many bookshelves, waiting for him to come home.
in the small time they have been together, it had become a ritual for [y/n] to be waiting at spencer’s house after a case. [y/n] would: cook a meal, both for spencer and them, light some candles, and wait for him on his sofa with a book. it was something that brought spencer and [y/n] comfort, as they both anxiously waited to see eachother after his cases.
after a hard case, this ritual had become extremely important to him as the case he was coming back from was particularly long. the time away from [y/n] made spencer realise that he missed his partner deeply, not just emotionally but physically too.
whilst he was on the case, trying to hunt down another white male in his late 30s, spencer could not get [y/n] out of his head. every time he came back to his hotel room, all he could think about was how he wished [y/n]’s arms were wrapped around him.
physical touch was something new they had introduced into the relationship and with spencer being a germaphobe, he hated touching, especially their hands. [y/n] was very apprehensive of introducing it into the relationship but it was something they deeply appreciated so they both decided they would slowly introduce it.
both [y/n] and spencer had been spending a lot of time at each others apartments and just before spencer left, both of them had just recently started sleeping in the same bed, cuddling each other to fall asleep. [y/n] had gotten used to this, so when spencer had to leave for his job, it meant that they missed having spencer wrapped in their arms dearly.
[y/n]’s thoughts were disrupted when they heard the lock turn and the door fling open, they quickly got up to greet their boyfriend, “hi, baby!” they smiled warmly and quickly embraced him.
“hi, my love,” he grinned, “what did you cook? it smells amazing.”
“i cooked your favourite!” they said excitedly.
spencer took this time to get changed from his work clothes, into comfortable wear. he made his way to the kitchen where [y/n] was cleaning the dishes they had dirtied because of the meal and he leaned against the doorframe, admiring his partner.
[y/n] finished cleaning the dishes and turned to walk out the room, “jesus spence, you scared me!” they said startled, walking past spencer to get to the living room.
spencer followed them as though he was a lost puppy, [y/n] plopped themselves on the sofa. spencer pouted at them and [y/n] looked at him curiously before asking, “what’s wrong spence?”
“i missed you so much during the case,” he whined as [y/n] stared at him lovingly, “all i could think about was your hugs, your kisses, your cuddles — all my thoughts were being invaded by you!” he explained, “it was almost like i was craving you but, i couldn’t even do anything about it since you where nowhere near me.”
[y/n] smiled at him, “oh yeah?”
“yeah.” he pouted, crossing his arms in the process.
“i think we should do something about that shouldn’t we?” spencer nodded eagerly.
[y/n] laid on the sofa, indicating to spencer to lie down with them. he quickly plopped himself onto [y/n] as they wrapped their arms around him, rubbing soothing circles into his back with one hand, and with the other, playing with his hair.
“mmmm, this feels so nice, thank you my love.” he said loving all the attention he was receiving.
Summary - Reader is quite affectionate. To almost all, that is, a fact found most aggrieving by one infamous Doctor Reid.
GN!BAU!Reader (they/them pronouns used!) x Spencer Reid
Category - Fluffy Angst, Hurt/Comfort of sorts
TW - Use of term “beautiful” to describe reader but not used as any implication of gender and (hopefully!) easily ignorable if undesired, Spencer having some self-doubt (🥺), don’t worry, Reader fixes that right quick <3
Please let me know if I missed anything!
Contains - Spencer having some self-doubt, brief use of “beautiful” to describe reader, and Spence almost crying (I hate me too, it’s okay).
Author's Note - I wrote this really quickly so it may not be very good. I did thoroughly proofread (I always do), it just skips around a bit because I did not have a whole lot of time to write out a case and whatnot. That being said, I have said it before and will make it a point to always say it: please, please do not have any hesitation in making comments or providing constructive criticism. I really want to improve my writing and maybe spread some happiness to anyone who may find themselves in need. Have a fun times, lovelies <3
“Oh, thanks, Derek! I love you,” Y/N says, hugging Derek tightly before moving to sit back at their desk.
Watching from afar, the nasty, green monster roars inside me. I try so hard to restrain it, I always do but it is only getting worse.
See, here is the issue. I love Y/N. There, I said it. Now, apparently, Y/N loves everyone in this office. Maybe in the entire building, I don’t know. I really hate not knowing, too, because that does not happen to me.
As I was saying, Y/N loves everyone. They tell everyone daily. Okay, maybe that is not true.
Y/N loves everyone and wastes no time telling them. I know this to be true to one fault.
I am the only person Y/N has never told.
“Hey, Spence,” I feel a gentle pressure fall on my already tired shoulders. When I look behind me, I could not be happier to carry the extra weight.
“Y/N!” I cheer, an uncontrollable smile breaking over my face.
“Are you alright?” They ask nervously.
My inappropriate joy remains.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well,” They respond cautiously, “I felt you looking at me across the bullpen and when I looked back, you seemed to be… brooding.”
My eyes shift to their feet. No way am I about to tell them why I was so upset.
“It’s nothing, Y/N. I promise,” I look back in their eyes. Fatal mistake.
I am almost too lost in them in all their wondrous glory to respond when they continue to comfort me.
“If you’re sure,” They slowly say, eyebrows knitting. “I’m always here if you need me, though. You know that… right?”
My nod is too vigorous and too late. Thank goodness for serial killers and their always dependable thirst to hunt. Hotch calls us all to attention and informs us we have a case briefing in the roundtable room in ten minutes.
“I can drive you home, Spence… If you’d like, that is,” Y/N mentions, picking up their bag from the desk chair we stand beside.
“I know you hate-” The look on my face when they travel up to meet it quiets them.
“What’s up?” They ask, sweet as ever.
I begin but Emily walks up behind me to ask a question for her case file.
“Yeah, absolutely!” They graciously exclaim after answering, “Night, Em. I love you.”
The smile on their face drops almost as quickly as the coffee in my hand.
“Oh my gosh, Spence! Are you okay?” They exclaim, dropping immediately to their knees, a box of Kleenex quickly swiped from their desk in hand.
“Oh, yeah, I’m so-” I cut off in favor of taking a nervous swallow when they look up at me, eyes wide below me.
As swiftly as the moment happened, it was over. I decided it would probably be good if I got down and helped clean my own shoes, too. Well, that was until-
“Ow!” Y/N yells, having just had my front teeth collide with the back of their ascending skull.
“Oh, god! I am so, so, so sorry!” I scream, only causing more of a ruckus, hesitating against my instinct to comfortingly reach for their arms.
“Are you alright? I am so, so sorry. I feel so bad, I-” I stop after having stumbled over something of immense importance.
“What did you just say?” I ask, certain my ears are playing tricks on me.
“I said, ‘God, Spencer, I wanted you to kiss me but is that really how you’re going to go about it?” I stare at them, eyes blown wide, “Especially for the first time, that was pretty bad. I thought you would be much better at that sort of thing.”
They giggle at my continuously nonplussed expression. Grabbing my hand, they begin to lead me out of our place of work by force.
“C’mon, Spence, you need sleep.”
I love them. Really, they are perfect.
They needed no directions (having already been a guest of honor in my home numerous times… which would only make sense as they are my home), they took the keys before I could even think about it, and they had their passenger seat adjusted to accommodate my long legs, for crying out loud!
When we arrive outside my apartment complex, I take an embarrassingly short amount of time to ask them to come in. Surprisingly, they give zero sign of hesitation.
The whole walk up the stairs reminds me why I want to spend every night making the trek with them. Honestly, everything about them reminds me why I want to spend all the moments I have to give with them.
I unlock the door and let them in. They make a beeline for my old, leather couch and by the time I have rid myself of my satchel, they look like they’ve been there for hours. I would have no objection either way.
Reaching over the arm of the couch, they poach the latest book I am working on off of the coffee table.
“What’s this about, Dr. Reid?” They ask in a humorous, overly formal tone that they know I love. They are thoroughly inspecting the back cover and unconsciously making me grin. They are just too adorable for it to be okay.
“I said, exp-” They stop, matching the brightness of my grin when they spot it.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you’re beautiful,” I state simply.
They respond immediately in kind, “I could say the same about you, Spence.”
And, therein lies the problem.
“What? What did I say?” They rush in response to my sudden deflation, how I fall miserably to sit on the couch.
“Y/N, it is what you haven’t said!” I cry, mentally cursing the tears of frustration building on my lash line.
“I don’t-” They begin but I do not let them finish.
“I counted, Y/N! I counted. You have said some variation of ‘I love you’ to every single member of the team, past and present, at least 3,668 times since you joined four years ago. Every single member… but me.” I whine pathetically.
What makes it worse, however, is the giggle I hear beside me. I would never have believed it of them.
“Spence, I am so sorry. I don’t mean to laugh but… you are one of the best profilers I have ever encountered and you seriously have not figured it out?”
“No, Y/N! I haven’t! Please, enlighten me because it is the worst. I want you to- I want to believe you feel the…” I trail off in my sorrow.
“Spence,” They shift from amusement to seriousness instantaneously, “Please say it.”
“I need to know… I know it is selfish but I need to believe for my own sanity that you feel the same things I feel. The things I feel about you.” I mumble, looking pitifully down into my lap. It is this angle that allows me a perfect view of a sight I never want to forget.
Thank the heavens for eidetic memory.
Their hands reach out. Grasping mine tightly, they whisper, “Spence, when I tell the team I love them, it is entirely platonic or fraternal. What I feel for you is… very much not that. I did not want you to think it is the first time I say it to you.”
My head snaps up to see if they are telling the truth. From what I can tell, they most certainly are. I need to be sure, though.
“Really?” I plead, “You mean it?”
“Hey, you didn’t hit me again. Looks like your luck is turning up… you want to try that kiss again?”
Holy heck, did I ever.
taglist, i suppose :)
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dividers courtesy of the lovely @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune <3
Okay so I don't write fanfic but I just might. Would anybody read a story were the reader saves Aaron's family from "The reaper." AKA George Foyet and would any body want to be my beta reader pls if this gets enough love I'll feel confident enough to write it and post it to tumblr and maybe archive of our own.?
Someone needs to write a Spencer Reid X reader story that links to season 10 episode 18 where spencer and the reader are doing surveillance together and they start to develop feeling after weeks of surveillance and staying together to catch a killer!!
“kisses” he proposed to which you rolled your eyes “fine, making sure i don’t shave my head because i will, these are getting itchy!”
“fine” you sigh “have a seat”
Djed let out a small “yay” before making his way to you, he set himself between your legs, handing you the scissors for the wool. You made small conversation with your boyfriend as your fingers wove through the parts and the locs.
“tada!” you say clapping your hands
“thank you baby” he says kissing your cheek
“aye, bathroom, now” you snap your fingers
“huh?” Djed questions
“you’re not sleeping next to me with those stinky locs” you say simply
“STINKY!” Djed yells as if you’ve accused him of murder “my locs are anything but-
you bring your fingers up to his nose, Djed wretches, covering his nose and stepping away from you
“yeah that’s 7 matches, unwashed locs and sweat” you say walking to the kitchen
grabbing the baking soda and vinegar you follow Djed to the bathroom, kneeling over him as you run the solution through his locs, the bubbling mixture pulling out the dirt and sweat from his hair.
“this smells nasty” Djed says
“the mixture or this hair?” you ask him
“oh ha ha” he says with an eye roll
after soaking the locs and washing the mixture out, Djed wraps his hair in a towel and joins you in the bedroom.
“thank you” he smiles kissing your forehead
“you’re just lucky i don’t do musty men” you tease poking at his chest
