summary = Hotel booked before flying back home and Spencer couldn't wait to get his hands on you after the long case. He can’t get close enough, not with his arms around you, not with your legs tangled, not even with his hands under your shirt and his face tucked against your chest.
a/n = not the first cuddly Spencer fic </3 I can't get enough sleepy fluff with him. please interact and comment! requests open and check out my account if you enjoyed !!!
The hotel room is dim, only the bedside lamp glowing in soft gold. Rain taps lightly at the window, steady as a lullaby, but neither of you are listening.
Spencer is curled against your side, his face buried halfway into your neck, hair warm and tickling where it brushes your jaw. His long body folds around yours like he’s afraid you might slip away if he isn’t touching enough of you. One arm is tucked beneath your shirt, palm splayed against the soft skin of your lower back, fingertips flexing every few moments like he’s memorizing the curve of your spine. The other arm is curled tightly across your stomach, hand fisted in the fabric of your sleep shirt.
He’s not talking much tonight. Just little hums when you shift. Just breath against your collarbone.
You’d come back from a case that bled into too many days, everyone drained and quiet. But Spencer? He hadn’t let go of your hand since the jet landed. And when you finally got the keycard to the hotel room the Bureau had put you both in, just one bed because Garcia had “accidentally” booked it that way, he had tugged you close with a desperation that made your heart ache.
Now his legs are tangled with yours. You can feel the warmth of him under your thigh, his skin flush against yours. At some point his hoodie had been shed, and you’d slipped into an oversized tee. But now his shirt is rucked up from your wandering hands and yours is pushed to your ribs, his chilly fingertips tucked beneath the hem, holding skin like it grounds him.
You shift just a little, adjusting to get more of him on you, and he makes a soft, sleepy noise, somewhere between a sigh and a whine.
“Too far,” he mumbles against your chest. His voice is thick with exhaustion, muffled and rough. “Don’t go.”
“I’m right here,” you whisper, carding your fingers through his hair.
His hand under your shirt moves slowly, sliding up your spine. Palm warm, fingers gentle. He presses his whole body closer. His knee slides between your thighs, anchoring him even more tightly to you. There’s barely any space left, bare skin on bare skin, cotton bunched around your waists, but it’s still not close enough for him.
You feel him exhale, and his breath is shaky. Like he’s too tired to hide how badly he needs this.
“I can’t get close enough.” he whispers, almost embarrassed.
Your heart tugs.
You pull him in without a word, both arms wrapping tight around his shoulders, dragging him fully onto you until his chest presses flush to yours and your noses brush. His breath catches at the closeness. Then he melts.
His fingers curl into the hem of your shirt and stay there. Not moving. Not asking for more. Just needing to be there, under the fabric, on your skin.
He blinks slowly, lashes fluttering. “You’re warm,” he murmurs.
“So are you.”
He noses into your jaw, lips brushing there like a sigh. “M’tired,” he breathes. “Just… wanna stay here.”
“You don’t have to move,” you whisper. “Ever.”
That earns the softest smile, lazy and crooked. You press a kiss to his temple and feel him let go again. Another inch of tension disappears from his body.
Your hand slips under his shirt this time, resting over his ribs, and the moment you touch him, he shudders softly like he’s never been held like this before. He shifts again, tucking his arms around you so tight he’s practically under you now, your limbs so tangled there’s no telling where you end and he begins.
Minutes pass like that. Maybe longer.
Spencer starts drifting, body heavy against yours. Every now and then he whispers something, half sentences, nonsense phrases, things like “Don’t let go” and “Feels like home” and “Yours” and you don’t say much. You just hold him tighter. Letting him burrow deeper under your shirt, under your skin, under everything.
“I keep thinking…” he whispers, lips brushing your collar. “…you’re gonna wake up and decide I’m too much.”
You tighten your hold immediately, fingers threading through the curls at the base of his neck.
“You’re not too much,” you say. “You’re just… mine.”
He lets out a slow, shaky breath and buries his face in your chest again. And for the first time that night, you feel him let go completely.
You shift again, tucking his legs between yours, pulling the covers tighter over you both. He’s hot against you now, the weight of his body sinking into yours like gravity, like he belongs right here.
“I love you,” he mumbles against your skin, barely audible. Like he didn’t mean to say it, but sleep tugged it out.
You smile against his hair.
“I know,” you whisper, voice gentle. “I love you too.”
And he’s already asleep before you finish saying it.
His body doesn’t move. His arms don’t slacken. Even in sleep, Spencer clings to you like he’s afraid the world might take you away in the night.
But it won’t.
Not when you’re here, wrapped around each other, nowhere else to be.
Not when his hands are under your shirt, and yours are under his, and the only thing either of you wants is more of this closeness.
And even when sleep takes you, finally, you stay tangled. Breathing in sync. Holding on like the world stopped spinning, and this warm, skin-on-skin stillness is the only place it left behind.
Summary: Spencer Reid x fe!Reader -> The team finally finds out about you and Spencer, and Spencer admits something that he's known for a while.
Disclaimer: This should be the final part, I really hope you enjoy it!!; enemies to lovers, found family, oblivious profilers who are excellent at their job, reader gets hurt, hurt/comfort, mentions of explosives, getting hurt in the field, hospitals, blood, concussions. Part Four.
It was the quickest case you’d all seen in a while.
Within three days of landing, a profile had been given, the unsub had contacted both the media and the police department separately and there was a race against time to find the fifth victim.
“Nobody’s here!” You called out over comms.
Reid and Hotch had stayed back at the police department to interview the unsub who’d handed himself over, but not before giving his demands of only two agents to attend the fifth location.
“Y/n,” Spencer called. “What do you mean?”
“She means no-one’s here,” Derek added. “No-one. There’s not even upturned ground, fresh soil, nothing.”
Reid and Hotch shared a look, but as Hotch called out to Reid, he ignored his boss and stormed into the interrogation room. Coming face to face with the unsub who smiled as if Reid was a waiter that had just given him his coffee, he asked; “Is everything okay?”
“Why? Why is it empty? You told us what you wanted, you told us who and why you think you committed these crimes. Why is it empty?”
“It’s not empty,” he said. “Not anymore.”
Turning, Reid looked at Hotch. “Get them out of there, now!”
Meanwhile, yourself and Morgan stood in the middle of an abandoned field with police back-up less than four minutes from your location.
“Hey, Morgan?!”
“What?!”
Your eyes landed on a small fencing panel around the edge of the grass. It was an electric fence, but less than a foot from the soil.
Whilst your mind came to a very quick conclusion, your radio crackled with Hotch’s voice shouting to abort and you turned your back.
You lost count after five steps because you were thrown from the ground.
Morgan was closer to the actual fence, so made it onto the road mere seconds before the blast followed in a sequence around the plot of land.
But whilst he’d come out of it, unscathed. You hadn’t.
“Hey, hey, take it easy.”
“Morgan?”
The light around you was bright and, through blurry vision you could recognise him. But his voice sounded far away.
“We’re in the ambulance.”
“Try and get her to stay still.” Someone said, and you could only presume it was one of the EMTs.
“It was a set up.”
Morgan nodded, holding your hand. “I know. Hotch and the others know, too.”
“My head hurts.”
Derek nodded. “You flew fifteen feet and landed on hard ground. Just-” Derek held onto your other hand as you tried to move. “Try and stay still.”
“Head…hurts.”
“Keep her awake!” One of the medics yelled, but as Derek started talking, you slipped into sleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Where is she?”
Holding out his hands, holding Spencer in place, Morgan tried to keep him calm. “Hey, she’s okay. She’s okay.”
“Nobody can tell me if she’s-”
“Reid! She’s okay. I promise you-”
“Derek,” Spencer sounded calmer than he felt, but even Derek could tell his voice was laced in panic. “You can’t promise me anything. Where is she? What happened? The doctors-”
Laying both of his hands on Spencer’s shoulders, he forced him to focus. “She’s coming out of the theater. She woke up in the ambulance but she was in pain and passed out. The doctors have told me everything they can, but right now, they’re hopeful.”
“I should have known. I should have seen it coming.”
“No, hey, no. Don’t blame yourself for this. None of us saw this coming.”
Finding it difficult to breath and keep his fear at bay, Spencer ran a hand down his face before taking a seat. Derek joined him.
“Not for nothing, but can I ask why you’re so concerned about Y/n?”
Spencer was quiet for a long time.
“Reid, it’s not like you two are known for being the best of friends.”
“We’ve been seeing each other,” Spencer quickly admitted.
Derek couldn’t hide the shock on his face, even if he tried.
“You’ve…you and…Y/n?”
Spencer nodded, rubbing his palms together as his leg started to bounce.
“For how long?!”
“About a year.”
Derek’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “A year?!”
Spencer nodded. “Yes, a year. But right now that doesn’t matter because she’s…she’s…”
“Okay,” Derek nodded, standing with Spencer to try and make him sit back down. “Okay. You and I are gonna talk about this whole secret keeping thing later, but right now you need to stay calm. If not for your own sake, then for Y/n’s. She’s probably shaken up and scared out of her mind, though she won’t admit it to us. She’s gonna need someone by her side, and if you two being together for a year is anything to go off, then it’s gonna be you she wants.”
Spencer nodded, finally agreeing. But as Derek sat back, he felt like he was the one that had been caught in the surprise explosion.
“A year?”
Spencer nodded.
Derek thought for a moment. “Before or after Florida?”
“Before.”
“So the bruise on the top of her spine?”
Spencer nearly went bright red as he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hold in his laughter. He just cleared his throat.
Derek didn’t know whether to be proud or freaked out. Either way, the pair laughed at the surprise and awkwardness.
By the time people were allowed inside to see you, Rossi had called to say that the case was over. Taking out an FBI agent was going to be the unsub’s final hurrah. When that failed, he wasn’t exactly happy.
“Hey, Rossi?” Derek called out as the three of them approached your hospital room.
“Five minutes,” Derek told Spencer who nodded a quick ‘thanks’ before walking inside.
“What’s going on? Five minutes?”
Derek didn’t know how to explain it and be believed so he took a breath and simply said; “I’ll let the kid explain when he’s ready.”
Meanwhile, inside the hospital room, you were just starting to consider permanent sunglasses when the lights in the room dimmed.
“Better?”
You hadn’t realised just how much you’d been hoping it was Reid until you heard his voice. “Much. Thanks.”
“Derek and Rossi are waiting outside,” he told you as he walked over to you. “Derek said we’ve got about five minutes together.”
“Derek said?”
Reid grimaced just a little. “I might have let it slip about us. Not everything but…he knows about Florida. Sort of.”
You chuckled. “And how did he take it?”
Reid smiled. “I think he’s still trying to wrap his head around it.”
“Good,” you said, settling back against the bed. “Nearly a year and a group of profilers still can’t figure us out. Maybe they need a refresher on their job.”
Reid chuckled. “To be fair to them, even we didn’t fathom coming together. At all. In any capacity.”
You chuckled but held your side. “Ow, don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”
Reid nodded a little before sitting on the chair beside your bed. “How are you feeling?”
“A little dizzy,” you said. “The nurse told me I have a little internal bleeding, but it’s already healing itself. I feel like Super-Woman.”
Reid smiled. “You should.”
With a gentle look, you held out your hand and Reid took it instantly. “I was so scared something had happened to you.”
You tried to smile through the recent painful memory. “So was I.”
You took a moment before explaining. “In the ambulance, I woke up. I was with Derek so I knew I was safe but my head was pounding and everything was blurring into one and…all I could think was that you were the one that I wanted to see. Not Derek, not the EMT’s. Just you, Spencer.”
It took less than three seconds for Spencer to sit on the bed, facing you, to hold you gently whilst he kissed you.
As his head rested against yours, you felt his fingers slip through your hair at the base of your skull. He didn’t tug you, but simply held you against him with his thumb brushing lightly across your jaw.
He breathed you in as your hand rested over his heart. “I love you,” he admitted.
For a moment, you leaned back, just enough so you could see his face clearly.
And, since you looked like you had misheard him, he said it again with a little more confidence but no less conviction.
“I love you.”
There was a brief crease between your brows. “You love me?”
Spencer nodded. “Yeah, I do.”
Then your mouth broke out into a smile you couldn’t hold in. “I love you, too.”
Leaning forward with a slight laugh of relief, Spencer kissed you. Your hand ran down the back of his head and pulled him in a little closer, by his neck, just as Derek opened up the door.
Thankfully, he had his eyes covered. “We are now entering the room! None of us want to be scarred for life.”
You and Reid chuckled as he stood from your bed. “It’s alright, you can enter. Just keep the lights low.”
“Concussion?”
You nodded just a little. “Like a grade seven hangover.”
“With or without Penelope Garcia’s special Halloween style margaritas?”
“With,” you confirmed for Derek. “And about five of them.”
“Ooh, that’s not good.”
Leaning down and hugging you, Derek soon stepped away and let Rossi do the same.
“The others are on their way, but I should warn you,” Rossi said. “We all want an explanation for this.”
You cleared your throat a little, prepared to warn them that they probably didn’t want to know everything.
“But keep it PG.” Rossi quickly added.
You nodded. “Of course.”
Reid laughed a little. “What are you smiling about?”
As Rossi stepped away, you got a clear look of Derek, standing at the foot of your bed, a wide grin on his face.
“Nothing, just...once you get over the shock, this pairing,” he motioned between both of you. “It’s kinda…I don’t know...nice.”
“Nice?” Reid asked.
“Alright, lover boy. Maybe I don’t know every word in the dictionary but-”
Rossi chuckled, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Morgan, I think you’re still in shock.”
Thankfully, the team waited until the next time you all had a day off, where you didn’t have to recover from a concussion.
Though they did ask multiple questions until then.
“I don’t know how I feel about this,” JJ said, both curious and scared.
“I mean you and Reid?” Emily asked.
“What I want to know is how they got away with it for a whole year without any of us knowing?” Garcia said, her voice pitching up. “I mean, we even interrogated her. She said we didn’t know who-”
“I am here, you know,” you smiled, putting your hand up.
“I know,” Garcia said. “I’m sorry. Cocktail?”
“Thanks.”
“Well, we didn’t.” JJ pointed out. “I mean, who knew Spence was the guy that…got your motor running.”
“JJ!”
“What?” She laughed. “We all saw your face,” she said, before playfully adding, “And the hickies.”
“Oh, my god.”
“Okay, okay, okay.” Penelope ran over with a tray of snacks before handing the cheetos to JJ and the homemade cookies to Emily. “Start from the beginning,” she said.
synopsis: spencer treats you better than anyone ever has and that turns you on more than you’d of thought.
warning: fluff, cursing, smut, horny reader, p n v, pet names, fingering
a/n: i hope you all enjoy! i am so sorry this took so long life has been biting me in the ass recently! requests are open—comment if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
Spencer will find any time of any day to spoil you, he was obsessed with you. You didn’t know someone could be so obsessed with you, every person you had been with before Spencer wouldn’t give you flowers “just because” or putting your shoes on for you. I mean he does more than just the bare minimum, he exceeds it. What you didn’t expect was how horny it all would make you feel all the time, you really wanted Spencer at all times of the day.
One morning he had an early call time so he didn’t get a chance to say bye to you, you woke up disappointed but when you checked your phone he had sent you $200 to go and get your nails done as an apology for how early he had to leave. You were never mad about stuff like that, if he needed to get up early and not have time to say goodbye you knew he didn’t mean it. It was the thought of him taking time out of his morning to text you and send you money to do something for yourself, it turned you on. You quite literally jumped his bones that night when he came home.
This treatment has always been a thing since you both started dating, usually with guys it’ll be a little bit of a love bombing situation and then they show their true colors but with Spencer he never changed. In fact he started slow and started to spoil you even more over time. Even in bed he took care of you, no matter what you always came first. The aftercare was the was great too, most of the time it would end in another round. Just the thought of him gets you wet, you’ve never felt like this about someone. He really is the best you have ever had, he’d quite literally do anything for you.
Today wasn’t like any other day, you were having a shit day. That morning was an early call time for Spencer so he was gone before you had woken up for work but to your dismay you found no text message from Spencer. Then when you got up to shower you had remembered the complex sent an email saying there was going to be no water until 11am to which you’d be gone before then. Not only could you not shower but you couldn’t make your morning coffee. You felt extra tired because of that.
When you were doing your makeup you dropped your blush causing it to crack and fly all over your rug. Nearly in tears you cleaned as best you could and finished your makeup. You had to leave quickly because you were going to stop for coffee because there was no way you could function without it with the morning you’ve had. When you got there the line was so long but you had not other choice at this point so you sat there for 20 minutes just to get your coffee order mixed up with someone else’s. You liked your coffee sugary but the coffee you got was a straight black coffee, you left the drive thru in tears.
Spencer didn’t want you to work, he insisted that he made enough to have you be stay at home but you loved your coworkers too much to leave. You worked retail so it was very tempting but you just couldn’t push yourself to leave so you stayed for the extra money…and that extra raise. You were open to close today so you had a long day ahead of you. While you opened the store the shipment for the had come and you were excited to see your little mail friend but it wasn’t your usual lady. It was a guy who stunk like cigarettes and had the worst smelling breath.
“Hey is this for you?” He pointed to the shipment that clearly said the store name on it.
“Yeah you can just bring the pallet in through this door.” You were about to walk away when he said something that stopped you in your tracks.
“You got a boyfriend?” You really could not believe he just asked that.
“Yes I do.” You said with a straight face not wanting to humor him.
“Damn you’ve got an ass on you.” You nearly gave yourself whiplash as you turned around disgusted at what he just said, you didn’t want to add fuel to the fire so you rolled your eyes and walked back in. You checked your phone to still see no message from your boyfriend, a little worried you checked his location to see he’s at the office. ‘Maybe he’s just busy.’ You shook your whole body and got to work opening the store, walking over to count the registers your phone starts to ring. Excited thinking its Spencer you whip it out of your back pocket but the caller ID read, ‘Mia.’
“Hey dude what’s up?”
“I am so sorry.” You knew exactly what she was about to say. “I can’t come in I have the worst cold ever.” You sighed loudly knowing she was going to be your other closer for the night besides yourself.
“Okay um could you find coverage at all?”
“No everyone is unavailable, I really am so sorry.”
“Okay itll be okay, I have Noah coming in for a mid shift i’ll be okay. Take care of yourself please.”
“Thank you so much.” You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. Today was going to be a very very long day.
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It was mid day and your shift wasn’t going too horribly, you had the help of your coworker Noah so it could be worse. Until it actually did get worse… A woman came into the store wanting a refund on an item, you asked the usual which was for a receipt and she gave you attitude about it.
“Hi I would like to return this.”
“Absolutely what was wrong with the shirt?”
“It was just too small.”
“So sorry to hear about that, do you have your receipt?”
“No why would I have that?” A little baffled at the response you kept your composure.
“I need the receipt to return the item that’s all.”
“Well I don’t have it.”
“Okay do you have the same card you used?”
“Why would I need that.” You held your attitude in your throat as you responded.
“Well I need some way to look up the purchase for you. That’ll also be how you get your money back.”
“No you can’t just look up the barcode? I also want cash.”
“It doesn’t work like that unfortunately.”
“I need a refund.” Her voice got louder as she spoke. “Give me my goddam refund.”
“Okay no need to raise your voice—“
“I came here for a fucking refund just give it to me.” She was full on yelling at you at this point raising the eyes of everyone around you. Your eyes found Noah as he mouthed, ‘Are you alright?’ To which you nodded.
“Please no cursing ma’am. If you don’t have your receipt or the card unfortunately I cannot help you.” She nearly jumped over the register at you. She started yelling at you fully and telling you very hateful things, it was almost your breaking point. You didn’t say anything knowing you would’ve broken down and you didn’t want to give her that satisfaction. Noah came up to the register and told the lady to leave or he would call security. The lady held up a fight but left eventually, you told Noah you were going to take a second and to watch the store.
Once you were in the back you just broke down, you haven’t even thought about how shit your day was. You checked your phone hoping for a text back but nothing, deciding to try and call seeing it was 5pm maybe he was out already. The phone rang for what felt like forever until he picked up.
“Hey baby, I’m so sorry I can’t talk right now but I’ll text you when I get a chance.” Before you could get a word in the phone went silent, you felt so dramatic for openly sobbing but it just happened. The overwhelming ache in your throat couldn’t be swallowed anymore so you just let it out. You cried for what felt like forever taking in your surroundings realizing that you were still at work, so you pulled yourself together and fixed up your makeup a little before going back on the floor.
“Hey you okay?” Noah asked as he caught sight of you.
“Yeah it’s okay i’ve just had a shitty day.”
“I can close alone if I have to.”
“No no it’s okay, you’ll need the help.”
“If you say so…but if you change your mind.”
“Thank you.” You smiled at him and got back to work.
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Closing came quickly thankfully, you counted the registers and did what you needed before clocking out. Of course it was raining as you walked out the back and you parked the farthest away. Once you sat in your car you let out a strangled sigh not wanting to cry anymore just wanting to get home. Spencer hadn’t texted you since he called which made this feeling even worse, you didn’t bother checking his location just figured that he was still busy. On the drive home you wanted to turn your music on but your phone immediately dies as you turn on a song, you realized you left your charger at home so you couldn’t even plug it in.
You really didn’t think this day could’ve gotten worse but with the rain and your phone you just sobbed, you sobbed loudly as you drove home. The strangled breathing and gasps hurting your chest, you felt so exhausted. Your throat felt itchy and dry, it hurt as you swallowed down some water trying to calm yourself. All you wanted was your boyfriend.
Driving into the complex you had calmed down wiping as many tears away as to not look crazy as if you weren’t getting home late already. You didn’t see Spencer’s car meaning he was at the office late, you groaned wishing he was home. You were thankful that your guys apartment was on the first floor, walking up stairs would make you want to not even go home. As you got up to the door you pulled your keys out to unlock the door but it was already unlocked, you groaned thinking you probably left it unlocked trying to get out of the house this morning. Walking into the apartment you smelt food and a candle, confused you called out to Spencer.
“Hey babe are you home?”
“Yeah i’m in the kitchen!” You smiled as you heard his voice, hurriedly taking your shoes off and placing your bag on the hook. You basically ran into the kitchen gasping at the sight, there was a lovely dinner that was plated with a giant bouquet of flowers.
“Oh my gosh.”
“I saw you texting me about how shit your day was going so I decided to make it a little bit better.” He motioned to the lovely dinner set up. “After were done eating I have clothes already laid out on the sink and I set up a bath for you, I didn’t turn the water on because I know how hot you like it.” That sentence alone made you forget all about your day.
“I have your favorite set of flowers, candles and mood lighting. We can also watch whatever you want while we eat, sound good?”
“Does it sound good?….It sounds fucking amazing, you don’t even know the half of it.” He came over and hugged you squeezing tightly around your waist.
“You can tell me all about it while we eat.” You couldn’t help yourself and kissed him, your lips crashing into his with such force wanting to just abandon this plan but he knew you too well and pulled away.
“Easy tiger…later.” His voice deepened as he said that giving you butterflies in your stomach. He led you to the couch and handed you your dinner sitting next to you smiling. You didn’t even bother turning the TV on knowing your story would’ve taken up the time.
After you both finished he grabbed your plates and placed them in the dish washer, that alone made you wet. Watching his arms flex as he moved around the kitchen, to whoever said men don’t belong in the kitchen are extremely wrong. Maybe if they were in the kitchen more the birth rate would go up.
“You ready for your bath?” You nodded as he took your hand kissing it slowly, his eyes looked up at you as he kissed your hand your whole body freezing feeling yourself nearly cum at the sight. He lead you to the bath, the lights were off as the small lamp and various candles illuminated the room, the sweet aroma of your lavender scented candle hitting you as you walked in. You saw roses on the floor, bubbles in the bath, your small table set up in the middle of the tub with your book and a glass of wine. It was all you could’ve ever dreamed of all day, this made up for every little thing.
“Spence…this is so good are you kidding me!” You turned around and hugged him, he caught himself as he tumbled back surprised at the bit of affection.
“I did everything you like so now you can relax read your book and be alone in your nice warm tub.” You thought for a second before bringing up your idea.
“Well actually I don’t want to be alone.”
“Okay I can sit down text to the tub and just keep you company.”
“No no no, can you just come in with me?” Your voice a little more sultry trying to give him the hint. His eyes widened as he stumbled over his words.
“O-oh um well if you’d like…I don’t want to be in the way.”
“You’re never in the way.” He nodded as you kissed his cheek, going down to his neck before turning away from him towards the tub and taking your clothes off. He stood there for a second before quickly taking his own clothes off. He stepped in first letting you lay on his chest, the hot water burning his skin but making yours feel wonderful. The warm water feeling good on your sore body, sighing loudly getting yourself comfortable on his chest. This was a usual thing for you two, baths were some of your favorite things to do together but this time it felt different. It could’ve been because of your day and how much you needed this, or the fact that you surprisingly haven’t had sex in the bath…
Spencer placed his arms around your neck and your hands made their way to hold his arms, nuzzling your head into his neck. His lips met the side of your head going down to kiss your cheek, you moved your neck to expose it to him a little so he got the hint. He knew what you wanted and who is he to not give you what you wanted. Spencer kissed your neck pushing yourself against him giving him more of your neck, his hands slowly moved away from your neck and rubbed the sides of your arms.
You nearly moaned out feeling embarrassed because he hadn’t touched you yet. His hands moved down to your chest as he massaged your breasts, the water splashing slightly as you moved opening your legs a little. Your hands moved up to pull at his hair gesturing your eagerness, he didn’t waste a second before his hand made its way down to your pussy. His fingers found their way to your clit as he started to move them in circles, the stress and the tension in your body from the day washing away.
You lifted your hips wanting him inside of you, you felt him reach down and moaned out as he started to move his finger in and out of you creating a pace. He started slow getting you used to his finger before placing another in, you gasped at the feeling. He kissed your cheek as he fucked you with his fingers, your moans increasing as he picked up his pace. Your hands gripping the back of his head as the tips of his fingers hit your g-spot.
“You’re so pretty.” You thrived off of his sweet nothings and compliments, you could feel your orgasm coming. You start to rub your own clit as he worked his fingers in you.
“Fuck.” Your thrusted your hips onto his hand wanting to create more friction.
“Come one baby.” The encouragement being just enough to push you over the edge, closing your eyes as your climax came. Your whole body shaking as the whole day washes away. Your moans subsiding as he fucked you through your orgasm, his pace slowed feeling you calm down. Your moans turning into whimpers, Spencer pulled his fingers out slowly and turned your head around to kiss you. His hand cupped your cheek rubbing his thumb back and forth.
“You wanna move this to the bed?”
“Oh yes please.” You laughed at yourself and got up and out of the tub, you handed him his towel and you both dried yourselves off. Grabbing your robe and pulling him out of the bathroom, you giggled at his yelp pulling him into your shared bedroom. You gasped as you saw the bed was also set up, roses leading to the bed and candles lit around.
“How did you know—“
“Know what?”
“That we were going to have sex.” He looked confused for a moment before laughing.
“I didn’t know, I just did this out of the kindness of my heart.”
“Oh shove it—“ You waked his shoulder as you both laughed walking over to the bed. You sat down on the edge of the bed pulling him into you, making space between your legs. His hand cupped your cheek kissing you, the kiss was slow but passionate. He wanted you to know that he was going to take care of you without actually telling you. He gently took off your robe unwrapping you like a present.
“Thank you for everything tonight, I love you.”
“I would do anything for you.” That was enough for you, you needed him. Pulling his face down and kissing him with so much force he lost his balance and basically flopped on top of you. You scooted up in the bed making more space for him to be on top, his cock pressed against you as you kissed each other. His tongue intertwined with yours, soft groans coming from both of you. Your hands gripping his back wanting to feel him inside of you, the soft scratches making Spencer moan. He knew you wouldn’t have an issue getting wet again, placing his hand between your legs and placing his fingers inside of you. Your back arched at the sensation, moaning out his name making his cock twitch.
“Please fuck me.”
“Of course baby.” Taking his fingers out and bringing them up to your mouth giving you a taste. You moaned around his fingers staring up at him, he wishes he could just take a picture of you right now and keep it in his wallet to see what he gets to come home to all the time. His other hand moving away from your side to take his cock in his hand and slowly pushing it in. You arched up once again at the feeling of him finally being inside of you, you both moaned in sync almost a sigh of relief. He stayed with a slow pace at first but he could tell that you wanted him to move faster so he quickened his thrusts.
The sweet whimpers falling from your mouth going straight to his cock, twitching inside of you. His thrusts increased feeling you claw at his back. You always forget how big he is until you can feel him all the way in your stomach. With each thrust crashing into you the louder you get nearly screaming out for him, you nearly felt bad for your neighbors but they had to have been used to it by now. The infamous tingle that you felt in your core knowing you were close you clenched around him to milk him of his orgasm. A moan fell out of his mouth as he felt your clench around him, knowing you were close his hand found your clit, moving in fast motions to get you to come quicker. You could feel small tears form in your eyes at the pressure.
“Come on baby cum for me.” The little pep like talk being whispered into your ear making the tight feeling in your tummy have a sense of relief as you came. You jerked your body up as he held your legs up fucking down into you, reaching the right spot in your cervix. Yelling out in pleasure, feeling your whole body black out at the intense orgasm.
“Where do you want me to cum?”
“I-in me…fuck..ple—please.” You could barely even form words as he continued, feeling that it was now too much for you, the sensitivity becoming overwhelming. He continued to keep his pace but soon jerked his own body a little, his thrusts losing the momentum they once had as his hot load coated your walls. Slowly stopping his thrusts as he pulled out of you, his cum seeping out of your hole, taking his finger and wiping it the little bit that had leaked and shoved it back into you.
He hovered over you running his hand through your sweat coated hair, rubbing the side of your face and the little spare tears that had fallen in the process. Your fucked out expression telling him all that he needed to know, smiling and kissing your cheek. Laying down next to you, you turned towards him and hugged his chest still trying to catch your breath. You both laid there for a little until you spoke up into his chest.
“Thank you so much.” You mumbled and he almost didn’t catch what you said.
“I already told you, I would do anything for you.”
“Don’t say that.”
“What why.” He pulled you away from his chest to get a good look at you.
“Because it gets me wet…” He laughed out loud at your small voice as if you both didn’t just do really nasty things.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” You giggled into his neck as he pulled you in kissing all over your face. Let’s just say that wasn’t your only round that night.
"You know, when we first met, I never figured you for this much of a cuddler." You murmured into his hair, the scent of his coconut hair products filling your nostrils and you sigh in the smell of home. Spencer was the embodiment of home for you. Be it the coffee cup that was practically super-glued into his hand, the bookshelf full of fantasy novels that he'd read to you in the early days of your relationship or the way his fingers fit over your curves and slot in place like puzzle pieces. He made you feel right, he made you feel at home.
"I'm typically not. But you're so warm, and soft." Spencer whispers, nestling his face further into your sternum. "And when I lay here, like this, I can see your freckles." He chuckles, tracing his index finger over the melanin constellations that are scattered across your nose and cheeks. "Plus your eyes are so pretty up close." He adds, rubbing his thumb lovingly over your cheek. You take a deep breath and smile as you exhale; a smile pinning the corners of your lips up.
"You don't have to say that, you know?" You whisper into his ear, the hairs on the back of his neck standing to attention. Spencer frowns; a look of disappointment flooding over him as you make your insecurities known discreetly. "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes." Spencer mimics taking his eyes out of his head and locking them in place on your face. Playfully making sound effects as he acts. "But don't you worry little-lady. I can love you enough for the both of us. I'd do anything to wake up to that face every day. Even if you do snore and dribble onto the pillow." He lets out a squeaky giggle, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip as if he was mopping up saliva. "What did I ever do to deserve you, Spencer Reid? My very own genius." You offer him a smile in return, your acrylic nails trailing up his wrist softly as he giggles under the much-too-light, ticklish touch; pulling his arm away from the sensations.
Spence wriggles in his seat; sitting up against the headboard, frantically tapping the bedside table to find his glasses. Once he does, he tips them onto his nose, his pupils dilate under the sight of you as his eyes meet yours with an eye-wide grin. "We're gonna be late. Gotta get up now sweetheart." He speaks in-between yawns, stretching his arms in the air and clicking his head from left to right. You groan, still a victim of the sandman. Climbing over his lap and slotting yourself over his legs, you glance up at him. Leaning your face only millimeters from his, admiring all of his features. His slight wrinkles by his eyes that you can only see when he's laughing harder than usual, his dimples that make each smile so much more personal. You wish you could climb right into that dimple crevice and live there forever under the heat of his smile. Resting your foreheads together, your eyelashes flutter on tops of his cheeks, giving him a delicate butterfly kiss. His lips smooth and delicate as they push into your own, each open mouth embrace ricocheting against your body both physically and mentally. Kissing Spencer feels like your being is traveling to a higher place, like you're evolving into another being; dancing in front the gates of heaven.
You tap on his shoulders; lifting your weight from his thighs. "No rest for the wicked." You smirk as he whines at the loss of your touch, rolling his eyes. Spencer stands at the side of the bed, offering his hand to help you up and draping his dressing gown over you. He leans over, his height still dominating you before he plants a peck on the tip of your nose. You're not sure what sunshine feels like in a person, but the human humidity that washes over you when Spencer touches you is as close to sunlight as you have ever known.
a/n: im back my loves! I’ve been rewatching criminal minds and omg I love how soft Spencer is he’s just adorable bro. Also JJ with bangs? (She can get it too honestly)
Mentions; of sub!spencer, dry humping, cunnilingus, sweet but nasty Spence <33
isn’t the best with explaining his feelings for you not in a nerdy way but is a poet when it comes to words of affirmation; ever time Spencer sees you look so beautiful, so ethereal he just randomly pouts out a poem that can barely come close to describe the amount of love he has for you in that moment <33
I’m a strong believer in the fact that Reid has a little decor around his apartment for when Halloween rolls around; and is beyond happy when he comes home from a case to find that you’ve went a the extra mile and decorating it a bit more for him <33
Memorizes your cafe orders; so on his off days he’ll wake up before you to surprise you with a muffin and your favorite tea/coffee
is usually the big spoon in bed; however if he’s had a challenging week he’ll just silently curl into your side pressing kisses to you neck as he murmurs a “thank you love.”
whines into kisses & grinds his hips into yours while doing so; Spence is weak for you that much is certain. Your voice is as smooth as silk and your touch never fails to ignite a fire on his skin. But your kisses are pure aphrodisiac, you effortlessly pull moans from him like it’s nothing. “You’re so cute Spence, so you want me to touch you?” “Please angel.”
cannot leave without his goodbye kiss and an I love you; one time you decided to mess with him and kiss him goodbye without saying I love you. After not hearing you say it back he poked his head back in your shared bedroom and loooked at you confused. “I love you?” “Mhm, have a good day sweetheart.” Now he’s pouting, “..did I do something wrong?” Now you have to pepper his face with kisses and tell him you love him multiple times so he can leave.
whenever he’s gone for a couple days for a particular hard case he’ll send you flowers, and sends you text messages; to check the new book you’ve read. Which leads you to find a sweet love letter. Promising his safe return and that he’ll make up for lost time <33
loves baking and cooking with you; know we all know Spencer can’t cook worth a damn, so his job in the kitchen is maintaining the mess you tend to create while making brownies and ofc pressing kisses to your shoulder as you mix the batter
eats you out slowly when he’s sleepy but horny; it’s so hot but so agonizingly slow. Even the way his tongue flicks against your clit feels slow, once he hears your begs and whines he’ll speed up a bit. Slowly starting to get more into it than you are, pulling you by your thighs to get close to his tongue. Lapping up your cunt is an art form to Spence, and all art deserves to be appreciated <33
tells Garcia and Morgan about you; he intends not to rant but once he pictures your sweet smile in his head he’s a goner. Now he talking about your mannerisms and how you always cover your smile with your hand because your self conicous about it, but he finds your smile so beautiful..
when he gets jealous he pouts slightly; he manages it relatively well but the initial time a guy looks at you too long or has that look on his face, Spence does that little confused pouty thing slightly before making it clear your happily taken.
Spence is HELLA touchy; cannot go 2 minutes without touching you. In the car? Hand on your thigh, sitting on the couch together? Your thighs gotta be on his lap. One way or the other
Happily spends his money on you; spence absolutely loves spoiling you, and every anniversary he makes a habit of buying you a dress. Not overly pricey but just enough in the 200-300 range. each anniversary he goes a little bit higher and higher or if you found a dress you really like hell buy you jewelry. But once you guys hit one year? He goes all out <33
uses your lotions and shampoo on occasion; being away from you for hours on end can be tough at some times so Spencer makes a habit of buying smaller samples of your vanilla or strawberry scented products. Smell of sweet candy and cookies like helps ease his mind when he’s away at work.
Honorable mentions
princess twirl/hugs when he comes back from a long case
loves going on library dates with you
says I love you every time before doing down on you <33
content warnings; fluff, r sits in spencer’s lap, r is wearing makeup (at least eyeshadow and eyeliner)
notes; bit of an abrupt ending lol
kinktober/flufftober masterlist
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spencer was sat at his desk in his apartment, typing up a case report on his laptop after work when you came up to him. you slid your hands over his shoulders, before leaning down and hugging him from behind. he revelled in the weight of your head pressing into his neck, leaning his own into you slightly.
he noted that one of your hands was closed over something, but your fingers were too tightly wrapped around it for him to be able to get a good enough look and figure out what it was.
he tilted his head, kissing along your arm, gently nipping occasionally before muttering into your skin a soft, “hi, angel.”
you hummed, pulling away languidly then turning his wheelie desk chair around so that he was facing you. he reclined back, shifting his hips forward to accommodate for you. his lean arms wrapped around you snugly as you clambered on top of him, curling your legs underneath you and resting your head on his shoulder again.
your sweet apricot perfume wafted over him, he wasn’t usually a fan of fruity perfumes, finding that they tended to be a stronger scent and gave him migraines, but yours was a perfect blend on your skin. he breathed you in, fingertips running up and down your thigh soothingly.
“what you got there?” he queried.
you slowly unclenched your fingers, revealing a couple of pretty stones that sat on your palm. he took them gently, thumbing over the cool objects.
one was marbled with brown, orange and caramel swirling together, creating uneven stripes and loose spirals. it was covered in imperfections- chips and scratches lining it’s surface.
the other was a smokey grey, so shiny it was almost mirrored. it was very smooth, opposite of the first pebble with next to no marks.
they were both very pretty, and he thought that they were sort of like the two of you- one all shiny and polished, perfect- whilst the other was a little roughed up and tarnished. however, he knew you’d get upset if he told you this, always hating that he was so hard on himself.
“they’re for you, i found them when i was out on my walk. i washed them already, don’t worry,”
you fiddled with the end up his shirt, chewing your bottom lip nervously as your gaze flitted over his features, examining his expression.
“i love them, baby. thank you,” he smoothed over your hair, before gently cleaning up the smudged eyeliner that had begun to muddy your pretty pink eyeshadow, “i’ll cherish them forever.”
you hummed, visibly pleased and all sunny smiles as you looked up at him, basking under his loving touches.
“did you know that male penguins gift a pebble to someone they wish to mate?” he returned your gaze, veiny hand still holding your face, “it’s a sort of engagement ring for them.”
“i did not, that’s so cute. do you know why they do it?”
“i do! there’s not much research that’s been done on it, but it’s believed to be to show that the male penguin is capable of looking after the female, and any chicks they may have, as their nests are built from them, to keep them above any melting ice.”
“that can’t be very comfortable,”
he chuckled softly at your frown, adoring that you were fretting so much over penguins contentment. spencer bent his head down to kiss your chewed-up lips, laughing again when you flushed and quickly buried your head in his neck.
Description: After being best friends with him for over ten years, y/n finally realises that Spencer is in love with her.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, there's some crying and y/n feeling a bit dumb at times (affectionately).
Notes: Oh my gosh. Guys, I'm actually really proud of this one. It took me a while to get it to feel the way I wanted it to. So I hope you like it. Also, it's inspired by the song So Long by Niall Horan, which I'm obsessed with. If you want, listen to it wherever you get your music from first, but you don't have to. Enjoy! :)
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Y/n and Spencer had been best friends since college. She knew that Smosh fans were aware of her, but she never expected to be liked so much that they'd keep asking her to appear in videos. At first, she wasn't sure, and Spencer completely understood. She didn't even work there, for one thing. But, slowly, she made little appearances in Instagram stories and Tiktoks, and the fans seemed to accept her almost as if she were a cast member. But it came as a shock when she was asked if she'd like to do an episode of Reddit Stories with Spencer. And because it was with him, she said yes.
So, that was how she ended up sitting on that white couch with Spencer while Shayne sat on the chair with his ipad. In a few minutes, the cameras started rolling and he did the intro.
"Welcome back to Reddit stories. I'm Shayne, and with me today are two very special guests. Well, one of them not so much. You all know Spencer, but we have y/n too! You guys were asking for her and we listened."
Y/n waved at the camera "Hey, guys."
"So, the theme today is friendship. You guys have known each other a long time, right?".
Spencer nodded "Yeah, about twelve years. We met in college, and we've been good friends ever since."
"Wow, sorry y/n. That must be rough."
Y/n giggled "For sure. It's like life just handed me a dog or cat without instructions, and said 'here, take care of this'. That's Spencer."
Shayne laughed "That's a really good description."
"Thank you."
"Hey! What's happening here? Is it roast Spencer day? I'm four years older than her."
"And without me, you'd still be living in a one bedroom with a toothbrush and a single left shoe."
He chuckled "Okay, that's fair."
Shayne wheezed for a moment before moving on "Okay, let's read the first story here."
As Shayne read, y/n naturally moved closer to Spencer, almost leaning on his shoulder. His arm rested on the back of the couch behind her.
"Y/n, what do you think? Do you think he's the asshole?".
She looked over at Shayne.
"Uh...". She hesitated a little, not because she didn't know what to say. But because she was afraid it wouldn't come across the way she wanted it to. She also didn't want fans to watch it and hate her because of her opinions. Subtly, Spencer stroked the back of her arm, silently encouraging her.
"Well... no, I wouldn't necessarily say he's the asshole. I think people are allowed to feel things. He probably went about it the wrong way, but his feelings are valid. I don't think it's wrong of him to have feelings for his best friend, but maybe he doesn't love her as much as he says he does if he went and fell in love with someone else at the same time. It's probably more complicated than that, but I don't think it's fair for him to blame her for his own feelings when they weren't a hundred percent real in the first place."
"That's a great way of saying that. Good answer."
She chuckled "Thanks."
"Spencer, anything to add?".
"Oh, no. I mean, y/n pretty much said it. I don't think there's anything to add to that."
"I think that's fair. Alright, moving right along."
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After filming, it was time to go home and y/n actually went to Spencer's. It was a regular thing for her to have an impromptu sleepover. Most of the time it was because she couldn't be bothered driving all the way back to hers and the weather was getting pretty bad outside, so she didn't feel like leaving anyway.
"Spen."
"Yeah?".
"I'm gonna crash here again. Hope that's okay."
He chuckled "What if I said it's not?".
She shrugged "Doesn't matter. You just have to accept it."
He walked into the living room from the kitchen, where she was lounging on his couch.
"Well, it's a good thing I'm a damn good friend."
She giggled "I know you can't say no to me."
He hums "Mhm. You deciding to stay here wouldn't have anything to do with the weather warning, would it?".
"So, what if it was?".
"Are you still scared of storms, y/n?".
"No, of course not."
"Well, now who's stuck taking care of who now?" He chuckled teasingly. She rolled her eyes "Shut up."
He went to say something else when he was interrupted by a flash of lightning, shortly followed by a rumble of thunder. Y/n jumped, and sat up before swallowing thickly.
"Spen, can I stay with you tonight?".
He smiled, dropping his teasing "Of course you can. I've got left over pasta. Put a movie on, or something if you want."
While he went to fix up dinner, she turned the TV on and began scrolling through Disney plus. As she was doing that, she felt the urge to use the bathroom. So, she put the remote down and stood up before heading upstairs to his bathroom. After doing that, she snuck into his room to steal one of his hoodies. She did it often enough that she knew he wouldn't care. She put on his light grey Legacy hoodie, then went back downstairs.
Just then, there was another crack of thunder and she ran to the kitchen instead of the couch.
"Hey, I'm gonna stay in here now."
He chuckled "Okay, weirdo."
She grinned before hopping up on the kitchen counter to sit. He was heating up the pasta in the microwave. While waiting, he turned to look at her. He wasn't phased in the slightest that she was wearing his hoodie. It was normal. But he didn't like the uneasy look on her face.
"You doing okay?" He asked. She nodded "Mhm." He gave her a look "Are you sure about that?". She sighed "Fine. No, I'm not okay. The thunder scares me, Spen." He nodded "I know."
To distract her from the storm, he put some music on and turned the volume up. And when the pasta was done, they went back into the living room. While they ate, y/n put on her comfort show, New Girl. It was only when y/n finally felt settled that there was another flash of lightning and a crack of thunder. They both had finished eating, so she moved closer to Spencer, gaining his attention.
The harsh weather outside didn't phase him, so he barely noticed it. But knowing it scared her, his arm naturally fell around her when she shuffled closer to him. He looked at her, and chuckled softly "It's okay. You're alright."
"Don't patronise me."
"I'm not patronising you. You don't have to pretend you're not scared, y/n."
She sighed, glad that he wasn't judging her. "Come here." He said, pulling her closer to his side. Accepting his warm embrace, she settled down and rested her head on his shoulder.
She flinched at another thunder crack, and he turned the volume of the tv up before stroking her arm soothingly.
"You're okay." He hums.
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It was a few weeks later that y/n was catching up with Courtney. Since Spencer introduced them, they'd gotten along really well and became close friends. Which is why Courtney felt like they could ask her if she knew Spencer had feelings for her.
"I'm sorry, Court. But I don't understand what you mean."
They chuckled "What? How can you possibly not see it?".
"Honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Y/n, Spencer is clearly in love with you."
"What? No, he's not. We're just friends."
"Oh my god. If you think the way he looks at you is friendly, I fear for the rest of us. It's so obvious that he's loved you for years."
She chuckled "I don't think so. We've always been close. We're just comfortable with each other."
"Yeah, okay. But when was the last time he dated someone?".
She shrugged "I don't know. What does that have to do with anything? He was seeing someone a few years ago. She was blonde. I don't remember her name."
"It has everything to do with it, sweetie. He hasn't dated anyone since then because he loves you. He probably loved you before that."
"That's not true, Courtney. You can't just make stuff up."
"Okay, well does this look made up to you?".
They showed her their phone screen and played a clip from the recent Reddit stories. It was when she was talking about the college guy who was in love with two girls at the same time. Of course, the two of them were sitting close together like they normally would, but for the first time she noticed Spencer.
He was just looking at her as she talked. His head held up by his hand and a small smile on his face. He had always been good at listening, and the way his body language was he just looked completely comfortable, letting her have the spotlight for a moment.
"Well, Spencer's just like that. He's a good listener."
Courtney nodded "He is. You're right. He's really good at engaging with people and listening to what they're saying. He gives everyone his full attention. But this is different. You know why?".
"Why?".
"Because he doesn't have to give you his full attention, y/n. You already have it. Trust me, now that you've seen it you won't be able to unsee it."
She shrugged "Okay. But I highly doubt it."
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As it turned out, Courtney was right. Y/n was starting to notice it more and more, especially when it was just the two of them hanging out. It was different to how he interacted with his friends at work. She'd noticed it before, but she figured it was just because he'd known her for so long. Not that he was in love with her. She took more notice of how he talked to his female coworkers compared to her.
He was very comfortable around women. She knew that, and certainly didn't have a problem with it. She didn't have the right to have an issue with it. He liked hanging out with Angela, Courtney, Arasha, Olivia, and Amanda, and had a close relationship with Kiana. It was genuinely an important part of his life for him to have close relationships with women. He felt like it made him a better person. He wanted them to be as comfortable around him as well. In fact, he seemed to take great pride in making them laugh both on camera and off. But it was always respectful. When he needed to be serious and do his job, he did. He was patient with Angela, teaching her to play games. He was supportive of Courtney directing some things, and he always made sure everyone was comfortable before filming a video. Even when Amanda playfully flirted with him, he took it in stride.
But, suddenly all that seemed different when she compared it to how he was with her. He was the exact same, but there was subtle things that she was starting to notice about his behaviour towards her. He was always comfortable with touch. But he always had his hand on her somehow. Whether it was on the small of her back when walking with her, or grasping her forearm to get her attention. He didn't do that with anyone else.
He was always looking at her. Whenever she entered a room, his eyes would immediately be drawn to her. Even if he was already smiling, he seemed to light up even more. If she was sitting on set behind the camera and he was in the video, he would be funnier than he normally was.
Those were just a few things she'd picked up on. But it wasn't until today that Courtney's words truly hit her and it just made sense. It was a Saturday, and she was out to lunch with Angela and Amanda. They had invited her a few weeks ago, and only now the three of their schedules finally allowed it to happen. They seemed interested in what Spencer was like in college.
She chuckled "There isn't much to tell. He's pretty much the same guy as he's always been."
"Well, what's the deal with you two then? With how close you are, I find it hard to believe you've always just been friends this whole time."
She shrugged "We have. I'm sorry it's not more exciting, but we've always just been friends. I mean, I have kissed him before."
"What?!".
"Wait, what?!".
She giggled "It was a long time ago, guys. It didn't mean anything."
"Well, what happened?" Angela urged.
She shrugged "Well... it was about halfway through my freshman year of college. I had a boyfriend for a while, but he broke up with me. It was at some frat party my friends dragged me to. I didn't want to be there because I was still hurt from the break up. I didn't know Spencer was there. But he was, and he found me outside. I was crying, so he asked me what was wrong and I told him what happened. He stayed with me and gave me his jacket. And when I finally calmed down, I ended up accidentally telling him that I'd never had my first kiss. I was afraid it would never happen because I had issues with intimacy. But... he offered. He just did it because he felt bad for me."
"Oh my god. That's the cutest thing."
"That's so sweet. I'm gonna cry."
She chuckled "Yeah, but it didn't mean anything. At least, not to him."
It was then something dawned on her. What if it did mean something to him? She thought about all the things she'd noticed recently. And then things from back then came to mind too. All the long hours they spent studying together, playing video games, watching movies together. Even when they dated other people, it was always the same. And suddenly she realised why she found it so hard to keep her relationships; because none of them were him. She had always just been looking for someone to be Spencer. He'd unintentionally raised the bar too high for anyone else to attempt it.
"Honey, are you alright? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Amanda asked, concerned. Angela frowned with worry. She looked at them "Y-Yeah, I... just realised something. I need to go."
Stumbling over her words, she paid for her half of the bill and excused herself from the table.
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She drove to Spencer's, and ran up his driveway to his door. Out of breath, she knocked frantically and rang the door bell.
When the door opened, Spencer was surprised to see her. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to what she was doing here. He knew she had gone out to lunch with Amanda and Angela.
"Y/n? Hey, what-".
He didn't get to finish his sentence before she almost knocked him over from the force in which she hugged him. He was so taken aback, he hadn't noticed that she was upset until he felt her shaking when he put his arms around her.
As soon as he did, he pulled back "Hey, hey, hey. What's going on? What happened?".
Tears fell down her cheeks as she sobbed "I'm sorry, Spencer. I'm so sorry."
He frowned, not understanding "What?".
"I'm sorry it took me so long to realise."
He sighed "Okay. Honey, you know I get a kick out of your random outbursts. I really do. But I have no idea what you're saying, so I'm gonna need you to explain that. Can you do that for me?".
She sniffled, and wiped her cheeks only for more tears to slip out. He frowned "Okay, come here." He gently grabbed her hand, pulling her through the doorway before shutting the door behind them. Then he led her to the couch in his living room. He sat her down. Then he sat close beside her.
"Look at me, y/n."
She did as told, despite her blurry vision.
"Good. Now, take a deep breath. Watch me."
He demonstrated, then motioned for her to do the same. With a slight tremble, she took a breath and he smiled "That's better." He gently wiped away her tears, soothing the sticky skin under her eyes with his thumbs before tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. All were things he'd done many times before, she realised. He didn't do that with his friends.
"Okay, can you tell me what this is about? What on earth are you apologising for?".
She sighed quietly "I... don't know how to say it."
He looked at her for a moment, then shuffled a little closer to her and took her hand "Y/n, there is nothing you can say to me now that will ever scare me more than you showing up at my door and sobbing in my arms like that. So, whatever it is you want to say, just say it."
She looked at him "Spen, what makes me different from everyone else?".
Whatever he expected her to say, it wasn't that "Huh?". He thought something had happened at lunch. He was thinking more along the lines of some guy making her uncomfortable.
She sighed "Courtney showed me something a few weeks ago, and I haven't been able to unsee it since then. And I don't know how I didn't notice before. But you treat me differently than all your other female friends."
He froze for a moment, unsure of where this was going. Seeing the look on his face, she quickly said "But, I... I don't have a problem with it. It's not an issue. Why would I have a problem with that? It's great that you have so many amazing women in your life."
His eyes flickered back to her face, and he smiled slightly, amused but encouraging her to continue.
"You just... treat me different, and I want to know why."
He was quiet for a moment before tilting his head a little and speaking softly "How so?".
"What?".
"How do I treat you differently?".
She sighed "Well, you don't but since Courtney pointed it out, I haven't been able to stop noticing it. I... watched how you interact with the women you work with, and-".
She paused halfway through her sentence, unsure of how to continue without saying it in a way that might offend him.
Seeing her inner struggle with herself, he said "It's okay. Keep going. Is there something that bothers you about that?".
"What? No! I... no."
"Okay, then what is it?".
She huffed "Spencer, I don't have any issue with you being friends with a lot of women. That's not- I just...".
He connected the dots by himself a little "Okay, so you were saying I treat you differently. How so?".
She sighed "Well, I don't know. You're still you. But your actions change with me. I know that you've always been comfortable with touch and being close to people, and you do that with everyone. So it's not different. But it is with me. I can't explain it."
He hums, rubbing his chin a little. He had a feeling that he knew what she was trying to say now.
"Well, you said Courtney pointed it out to you. What did they say?".
"Uh... they showed me a clip from that Reddit stories video we did and said something about your body language and how you-".
She paused again, and looked at him. She noticed he was doing the same thing now.
"What?" He asked.
"You're doing it now!".
He chuckled "What am I doing?".
She sighed, blushing a little "They described the way you listen to people. How you're really good at taking in what someone is saying and giving people your full attention when they're talking."
"Okay...".
"They said the difference with me is that you don't have to give me your full attention, because I already have it."
There was a pause between them before he spoke again. His voice was soft.
"They're right, you know."
She looked at him.
He sighed "You've had my attention for a long time. So... yes, I think how I treat you comes naturally."
"Spence."
"Hm?".
"Are you-". She sighed "Are you in love with me?".
He looked at her, and smiled softly "What do you think?". "I don't know, Spencer. That's why I'm asking." He laughed shortly "Yes."
"Yes?".
He nodded "I'm deeply in love with you, y/n. I have been for a long time."
Hearing him say it made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And for some reason, it didn't scare her. Because she knew he was what she wanted.
"I'm sorry, Spen."
"Why do you keep apologising? If you don't feel that way, it's okay-".
"No!".
"... what?".
"I... I do." She replied sheepishly.
A slow smile appeared on his face "You do?".
She nodded "Yeah, but I'm sorry that it took me so long to realise it."
His expression softened, realising that's what she was trying to say before "Oh... y/n, that's okay."
She shook her head "No, it's not. Spencer, I feel like such a horrible person. How could I just not notice?".
He smiled "Because you didn't know to look for it. But it really is okay, because knowing you is easily the best part of my life and I wouldn't trade the last twelve years for anything. I love you so much, y/n."
Tears filled her eyes at his words. "I love you too, Spence." She replied, feeling like a weight had lifted off her shoulders. It felt so good to say it.
He pulled her closer to him and kissed her head. Leaning into him, she rested her head on his chest. Neither of them said anything for a while. He just held her close to him, savouring the moment. But when she suddenly sat up, sitting on her knees to look at him, he raised an eyebrow.
"What is it?".
"I forgot. Can I ask you something?".
"Sure."
"Do you remember back in college, that night you kissed me?".
He smiled, then nodded "Mhm. Why?".
She shrugged "I was just curious."
Chuckling, he asked "Why would I not remember that?".
"I don't know."
"No, don't do that. You asked for a reason. What is it?".
She sighed, rolling her eyes playfully as her cheeks heated up "I guess I just... never found out if it meant more to you."
He sat up, then pulled her closer to him before resting his hand on her knee. Her cheeks flushed pink at the close proximity, making him chuckle "Come here."
His hand reached out to tilt her chin up to make her look at him. He smiled softly as her eyes blinked at him curiously.
"Do you trust me, y/n?".
"Of course I do."
"Will you let me show you how much that night meant to me and what it still means to me?".
She nodded.
With little hesitation, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers. It was soft, sweet, testing the waters while waiting for her to make the second decision. She didn't pull away, or stop him. There wasn't even a little voice in her head telling her not to. It felt right.
So, she lightly grasped the material of his hoodie that he was wearing, and kissed him back. He smiled, letting himself fully give into her. After a minute, he gently parted from her but had no intention of pulling away.
"Does that answer your question?".
She nodded slightly "Yeah...".
He looked into her eyes, and gently ran his fingers through her hair. A tear slipped down her cheek which he wiped away with his thumb.
"What's wrong?".
"Nothing, I just... know what I want now."
He tilted his head "And what's that?".
"I want you, Spence."
He smiled softly "Well, you have me. Whether you realised it or not, you always have."
In which Spencer and Y/N are dating and it’s great but the only problem is… she’s Rossi’s daughter
Warnings: semi-smutty scenes, dirty talkin… fluff, lying, horny!Spencer, spence being reckless and reader being scared 💀
Spencer Reid x fem!rossi!reader
All parts of this are up on my pinned masterlist!
“Ohmygod, Spencer!” Y/N giggled as she inspected his face. She sat on his lap, touching his skin where she had noticed a bruise.
“I know…” He groaned.
Y/N eyes flickered up to his. “And you didn’t think to tell me that the guy beat your ass before you knocked him out?” She said, talking about the unsub from the last case Spencer was on.
Spencer rolled his eyes. “Okay baby, first of all, he did not beat my ass. He punched me once before I hit him with a crowbar. And second, can we stop talking about creepy psychopaths so I can fuck you?” He asked watching her face turn red.
Y/N kissed his lips and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His hands found her hips naturally and he kissed her back, rubbing his thumbs over the hip bones. Now, this process would have moved a lot slower had she still had pants on but the moment Spencer got to her apartment he took them off of her. Now she was just left in a pair of her underwear and a loose t-shirt.
She moaned as one hand slid from her hip and between her legs, rubbing softly. She pulled away from his lips and hid her face in his shoulder, breathing heavily.
His lips found her neck as he kept rubbing, chuckling at how wet she was and he had just started touching her. “You miss me while I was gone, baby?” He asked into her skin.
She nodded, a whine leaving her lips. “I missed you and those hands of yours.”
Spencer smirked and helped her sit back up so he could look at her face. “What about my di-“
His words were cut off by the sound of one of their phones ringing. He groaned and held onto her ass, not wanting to stop trying to make her feel good. Y/N kissed his lips and crawled off of him, smiling at the fact that his hand stayed on her ass as long as it could before she was out of reach.
She looked on her bedside table and groaned when she realized that her father was calling her. “It’s mine.”
Y/N cleared her throat and picked it up. “Hey, dad!” She smiled, glancing back at Spencer who pressed his lips together and widened his eyes.
“Good morning, Y/N/N my beautiful.” He spoke. He sounded extra cheery this morning.
Spencer climbed up next to her and placed his hand on her thigh. She glared at him with her eyes but smiled with her lips. “What’s up, dad?”
Somehow, Spencer ended up laying between her legs pressing soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. Y/N dropped her mouth open wanting to moan so badly.
“I’m having a dinner on Saturday night and I want you to be there.” Rossi said. “Uncle Hotch wants to see you. So does the rest of the team.”
Spencer looked up at her, smirking and nodding as he continued to tease her. She grabbed his hair and pulled it harshly trying to get him to stop with a smile on her face.
He did not stop. In fact, his lips turned into his tongue, licking and biting the insides of her thighs. His hands grabbed the outsides, squeezing roughly.
“Y-yeah! I would love to come.” She replied, her mouth falling open when his lips got closer.
Closer… closer… closer—
“Sweetie?”
Y/N snapped out of her thoughts. “Sorry, dad. Got a little uh… distracted. What did you say?”
Rossi chuckled on the other end. “Uh I know you’ve got this… crush on Reid but…”
“Sorry— what? You’re breaking up.” Y/N furrowed her brows.
“I said I don’t want you to have a crush on—“
“Whoa— sorry dad. I can’t hear you. I have something in the oven that’s gonna burn— gotta go. Bye, love you!”
She hung up the phone, tossed it somewhere and shut her eyes. Spencer propped himself up on his elbows and smiled at her. “You have a crush on me?”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna kill you.”
Spencer chuckled and swiftly flipped them over so she was hovering over his face. “By sitting on my face?” He quirked an eyebrow. “I’m okay with that.”
.•.•.•.•.•.•.
It was Thursday morning and Y/N though she would stop by her dad’s office and bring everyone donuts.
She walked through with the box and smiled at the people who greeted her. She walked into the bullpen, Derek spotting her first.
“Hey, Rossi Junior!” He called out. “Good to see you, girl.” He smiled as he hugged her. “Even better to see you with food.” He kissed her cheek as the other started walking over to them. Derek took the box from her and set it down on one of the desks.
Rossi and Hotch walked up side by side and Spencer behind them with JJ and Garcia. “Hi, sweetie.”
“Hi, daddy.” She smiled as he kissed both of her cheeks.
Hotch gave her a hug and greeted her swiftly. Garcia squealed as she hugged Y/N and rocked her back and forth. “Ugh! I haven’t seen this beautiful baby face in so long!” She said squeezing the woman.
“Pen— can’t… breathe.” Penelope apologized and let her go, pinching her cheek and going to see what kind of donuts she brought.
JJ and Emily hugged her next and then it got to Spencer. She glanced at his sexy face before nodding at him, knowing that he doesn’t really like physical contact.
It was crazy because she was sitting on his face not too long ago.
“So what brings you by, Y/N/N?” Derek asked, chewing on a glazed donut.
Y/N walked over leaning against a desk next to her dad who wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Oh, I was just on my way to work and I realized how much I missed you all so I brought you donuts and myself.” She smiled, motioning to both things.
She could swear she felt Spencer’s eyes on her. They usually were.
“Aw that’s sweet.” Emily smiled.
Y/N nodded. “I should really get going now.” She kicked off of the desk. “But I’m gonna go use the bathroom first.” She added.
Rossi rubbed her arm. “We’ll be in the round table room briefing so we’ll see you Saturday.”
Y/N smiled, kissing her father’s cheek. “See you all Saturday.”
They all said their goodbyes and she walked towards the bathroom.
When she got in there she smiled and waited by the door. A few moments later there were three knocks and she opened the door, quickly pulling her boyfriend in.
Desperate lips met hers and she reached behind him to lock the door as she kissed him. “I missed you.” She said in between kisses.
Spencer chuckled. “You saw me yesterday.” He smiled as her kisses grew deeper.
She hummed. “I wanna see you all day, every day.” She spoke, pulling away from him with a small pout on her lips. “How’d you get away from them?” She asked.
“I told them my mom called.” He whispered, pecking her lips. He gasped in shock when she hit his shoulder.
“Don’t use your mom to lie, Spencer that’s not nice!” She shook her head.
Spencer tilted his head to the side. “Would you rather me have told them that I was coming to make out with you or…” Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Whatever, get back out there. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She giggled, pushing him away gently.
Spencer shook his head. “No, you’ll see me tonight.”
She gave him a sweet smile. “Yours or mine?”
The man caressed her cheek gently. “Mine. I’m gonna cook you dinner with all of the fun kitchen gadgets you made me buy.”
Y/N scoffed. “Spence, you didn’t even have a can opener!” She patted his chest and laughed.
He chuckled and kissed her once, twice, three times before she pushed him away. “Go before they get suspicious.” She whispered.
Spencer reluctantly pulled away and unlocked the bathroom door, slipping out discreetly and leaving Y/N to stand there with a warm smile on her face.
.•.•.•.•.•.
It was Saturday night and Spencer watched Y/N try on four different dresses from his spot in his bed.
They would leave from the same place but take different cars so it wasn’t suspicious. Spencer would take the longer way there and Y/N wold take the short cut.
“I don’t know, I think I like the blue one.” She said, turning so she could see the back in the mirror. She had on a blue satin dress that had a little bow on the back.
Spencer bit his lip. “Yeah… I definitely like the blue one too.” He said, looking at where the neckline swooped down.
“Stop looking at my boobs and come zip me up, please.” He rolled his eye with a smile and slid off the bed, walking up behind her and slowly lifting the zipper, stopping right before it was at the end.
“Are you sure I can’t unzip you?” He asked. “We’ve got thirty minutes and with the way you look, I only need five.” He dipped his head down, kissing her neck.
Y/N’s shoulders raised and she hummed. “You can take the dress off me when we get back here after dinner.” She said, planting her hand in his hair. “I can’t get all messed up. The they’ll know we’re together.”
Spencer groaned and wrapped an arm around the front of her, swiping his thumb across her red lips. “I can’t wait to see this pretty little makeup all smudged.” He said lowly into her ear. Her mouth dropped open and her chest heaved.
She wrapped her lips around his thumb and shut her eyes, her tongue swirling around it. He groaned. “I honestly don’t think I could ever get it up for anyone else.”
Y/N smirked and popped his thumb out of her mouth. “Change your tie. It’s the same color as my dress. We’re gonna look like we’re going to freakin’ prom together.”
Spencer rolled his eyes and stalked over to his closet.
.•.•.•.•.•.
Spencer arrived at Rossi’s 20 minutes after Y/N. She was chatting with Garcia and JJ over a glass of wine. She looked so pretty laughing and smiling.
“Hey, kid!” Rossi greeted, snapping him out of his trance. He smiled at the man. “There’s wine in the dining room, dinner will be done soon.”
“Great.” He smiled.
He was about to make his way to the dining room but Garcia called his name. “Boy Wonder! Over here!”
He stopped and sighed before turning to them with a smile. Y/N smiled at him, crossing her arms and sipping her wine.
“Soooooo, what are you doing for your birthday this year?” The blonde asked, grinning.
Hopefully getting my dick sucked. “Uh…” He shrugged. “I think I’m just gonna take my mom out to dinner and go buy some more books.” He nodded.
Derek came up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Uh, no.” He shook his head. “You can do the mom thing just no books, you nerd.” He spoke. “I’m taking you to a strip club.”
Y/N’s breath hitched and she slid her tongue across her teeth. Spencer glanced at Garcia before looking at his girlfriend. Hotch and Rossi joined their circle.
“Uh… I’m okay, actually. I’d rather just stay home.” He nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets.
Derek scoffed. “Why? You got a girl or something?” Spencer tired and successfully avoided glancing at Y/N and shook his head shrugging.
“No, I just… don’t really wanna go see a bunch of naked girls.” I only wanna see one naked girl.
Emily snorted. “What planet are you from? What man doesn’t want to see a bunch of naked girls dancing around, swinging their hoo-has in your face?”
“Swinging?” Y/N grimaced. “What strip clubs have you been to?” She laughed.
Emily scoffed. “The good kind.”
Garcia shook her head. “Okay— anyway, I think Reid has a girlfriend, who’s with me?” She raised her hand.
Everyone including Y/N raised their hands. She pressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth to keep from laughing.
Spencer rolled his eyes. “Guys I don’t have a girlfriend.” He said, pulling his hand out of his pocket.
“Why is your thumb red?” JJ asked, nodding at his hand.
Y/N pressed her lips together and looked at the ground.
Spencer opened his mouth but shut it again. “I was making Kool-Aid earlier and that stuff stains like a bitch.”
Y/N sighed and shook her head slightly. Literally everyone on this room knows I live off of Kool-Aid. Literally had a Kool-Aid man themed birthday part, I am so obsessed.
She looked back up to meet her father’s stare. Y/N/N, Can you help me with the Carbonara?” He asked, nodding his head to the kitchen.
She swallowed and nodded, putting a smile on her face. She glanced at Spencer before following her father into the kitchen.
“Ooh, It smells good, dad.” She hummed, hoping that he wouldn’t try and talk to her about what all the awkwardness with Spencer was about.
“I remember when you were a little girl and you first learned how to make it with me.” He smiled, leaning against the counter on his palms.
Her phone buzzed in her bag and she took it out quickly.
Dick Dealer💘
How to lie to a behavior analyst: Don’t maintain excessive eye contact, keep your voice even, say my name if you refer to me, don’t fidget— I love you
She inhaled deeply and slid her phone back in her bag, setting it on the counter. “I love cooking with you, dad.” She smiled.
Rossi nodded towards his spice organizer and she walked over grabbing the black pepper and garlic powder.
“Can you be honest with me for a moment, sweetie?” He asked as she sprinkled the seasonings in. She glanced at him.
“Yeah, always.” She shrugged, smiling.
He walked around the kitchen island and sighed. “Are you… involved with Spencer Reid?”
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him, her lips quirking up. “What? No, of course not.”
Rossi nodded. “I just… I just noticed some weird stuff back in there. The way you got… jealous when Derek mentioned taking Spencer to a— his birthday plans.” He grimaced.
Y/N laughed a little, trying to keep her voice even. She looked at her dad, making eye contact with him. “Well, like you said you did figure out that I have a crush on Spencer. I was just jealous about that.” She shrugged.
Rossi nodded. “A-and I’ve noticed how weird it is that you seemingly ignore him when we’re all together. What’s up with that?”
Y/N scoffed. “God, dad. Do I need a lawyer or something? Why are you grilling me?”
The father sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m just a little protective.”
His daughter smiled and looked back down at the pot she was stirring. “No, it’s okay. I get it but there’s nothing going on between Spencer and I.”
He smiled and kissed her head. “I’ve got it from here if you wanna go back out with your friends.”
Y/N bit her lip. “I think I’ll stay here with you. We need to catch up. How’s Crystal?”
.•.•.•.•.•.
At dinner, Spencer sat across the way from his girlfriend. He was sitting beside Rossi so there was no way he could see the looks that he was giving Y/N.
He was mostly giving her worried looks because she wasn’t making eye contact with him at all.
Once dinner was done, she stuck around to help clean up. Spencer bit his lip as he left the Rossi household, glancing at Y/N through the window before getting in his car and driving home where he would meet Y/N.
.•.•.•.
“Fuck!” Y/N panted and rolled off of him. Spencer gripped her hips even as she collapsed on the bed beside him, squeezing his eyes shut.
She shut her eyes and bit her lip, scooting forward to wrap her legs around his waist and laying her head on his chest. “M’sleepy, Spence.” She mumbled.
“So what did you and your dad talk about?” He asked, rubbing her skin.
Y/N popped her eyes back open. “Are you really asking me about my dad not even thirty seconds after I rode your dick?” She grimaced.
Spencer chuckled. “M’sorry, baby.” He kissed her head. “I just— you got all weird during dinner. You weren’t even looking at me.”
Y/N sighed. “He just asked me if I was ‘involved’ with you. I denied it, of course but I’m still not sure that he fully believes me.” She shrugged. “Did he say something to you?”
Spencer shook her head. “Nope.”
Y/N bit her lip. “Good.” She pressed her forehead into Spencer’s chest again and kissed it. “I’m going to sleep unless you wanna go again?” She smirked.
“You horn dog. Go to sleep.” He chuckled. “I love you.”
Y/N hummed and giggled sleepily. “I love you.”
An hour later Spencer was still awake, running his fingertips across the bare skin of Y/N’s back gently as she slept. His phone buzzed on the bedside table and he sighed, pausing his movements and reached over to grab it.
Rossi
I know she thinks you two are hiding it well. I’ll let you get away with it for now. You hurt my daughter, I shoot you in the face.
Spencer’s eyes widened and he almost groaned loudly had Y/N not been asleep on his chest.
He gulped and put his phone down deciding that he wouldn’t tell Y/N that her dad knew about them until it was a problem.
Which even when it was, he would still do everything to make sure she never got hurt.
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I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WRITING THIS OMGGG
AND I LOVE YOU READER (WHO ASKED NOT TO BE TAGGED) If it’s not how you’d hoped, I will happily rewrite it:)
Spence and Y/N really we’re just horny this entire time💀 also Derek is an asshole 😭
