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If you sent the BAU team a text asking if they want to fuck

y/n: hey do you wanna fuck?

hotch: I’m your unit chief. Did you mean to send this to someone else?

y/n: ....so is that a no?

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y/n: hey, do you wanna fuck?

rossi: you’re a good kid, but i’m more of a “marry ‘em then divorce ‘em” kinda guy.

y/n: that’s fair.

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y/n: hey, do you wanna fuck?

derek: just say when and where, mama, and i’ll be there.

y/n: wait. are you serious?

derek: are you?

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y/n: hey, do you wanna fuck?

spencer: now? we’re on a case.

y/n: so what you’re saying is after the case is over, we can fuck?

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y/n: hey, do you wanna fuck?

jj: i’m married???

y/n: will doesn’t have to know.

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y/n: hey, do you wanna fuck?

emily: when we finish the case.

y/n: okay, bet.

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y/n: hey, do you wanna fuck?

penelope: you must have got the wrong number, my darling friend. but PLEASE tell me who you meant to send this to!

y/n: ...it’s a joke...BUT i did send the same text to everyone else on the team.

penelope: what did they say?!

y/n: well....

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my brown-haired boy (3)

Summary: Reader has to navigate the difficult reality of having a crush on Spencer and trying to raise a kid with him. 6.5k words

A/N: This is it! Thank you so much for the support on the previous 2 parts and I really hope you guys enjoy this last part.

Warnings: explicit discussions of sex, angst, curse words, alcohol consumption.

part 1 | part 2 

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The first time Spencer asked you if Max could stay with him for the weekend, you nearly passed out on the spot.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked.

You blinked. There was no reason for him not to be able to, right? So why the hell did it make you so nervous?

“Um… yes,” you said hesitantly.

Spencer eyed you warily.

“Are you sure?”

You exhaled sharply, nodded, and said, “Yes.”

Spencer’s eyes lit up and he thanked you before running off somewhere, presumably to gush to someone or make plans.

It was November, four months since Spencer had met Max. They took to each other impossibly, Max always asking after Spencer and vice versa. On more than one occasion, you’d had to call Spencer over in the middle of the night to calm Max after a nightmare.

And then there was the issue of the palpable tension between the two of you. Nothing could just be what it was. Every phone call had to end with a longing sigh, every glance with a burning passion. You found your gaze lingering on his lithe arms when his sleeves were rolled up, on his jawline as he examined a crime board, on his hands (god, his hands) as they flicked over a page.

It had bled obviously into your work life, too, where, entirely too often, you had to be snapped out of a stupor by one of the girls.

You hadn’t told anyone, though. Your first and foremost responsibility was to Max, and you hardly wanted anyone thinking that you were going to jeopardize that. 

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Perfect

A/N: this is a request that i got forever ago!! so sorry that it took me so long:(

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word count: 2.2k

tw: SMUT (unprotected sex, oral (road head, male recieving) , degradation, slight exhibitionism, all around rough sexy vibes plus a sweet ending)

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The roads were always empty when you’d finally leave work. Your job was never nine to five; it was more like nine to midnight. Not that you minded; the company was always good.

The company was always Spencer. When everyone else would finally give up and go home for the night, he’s the one who always stayed. And once you started your torrid love affair with him, you stayed too. Most nights he’d take you in an empty conference room, or a bathroom stall. Everyone wondered why you two always seemed to have so much paperwork to do, when in actuality it wasn’t about the paperwork, it was about each other.

It started out how most friends-with-benefits situations do. You were both stressed, full of pent up frustrations and sexual energy with no outlet. It started after a case, him showing up at your door unannounced and practically jumping on you the second you let him in. That night ended with two earth-shattering orgasms, and sleeping next to your coworker.

You both swore it would just be that once.

“A moment of weakness,” you had told your girlfriends, but soon that moment of weakness turned into days, turned into months, turned into nearly a year of weakness. Nearly a year of janitors-closet hookups and concealer-caked hickies. Nearly a year of sexting and countless trips to the mile-high club.

It had been nearly a year, and even though you swore it was nothing, it was definitely something. Sure it was sex, but it was also the way he looked at you and the way he’d take care of you afterwards. It was the way he’d burn toast in the morning and kiss your cheek when you woke up. It was more than what either of you had bargained for, but neither one of you had gathered up the nerve to admit it.

You were hopelessly, desperately in love with each other, and neither of you even knew it.

“Staying late again?” You asked him, half sitting on his desk.

His eyes trailed up your legs, admiring how your skirt slid up. He cleared his throat, “Actually, I’m going home.”

You were taken aback. The matching bra and underwear under your clothes were counting on being taken off by him tonight.

“Oh, well, okay then.”

He smiled at you, that awkward smile he always does that you insist looks like a frog.

You made your way to your desk, embarrassed and red, wondering if he was suddenly tired of you. God, you hoped he wasn’t.

The two of you entered the elevator together, the air thick and awkward. Usually, you would’ve been halfway naked, doing god knows what right now, but instead you were standing three feet apart and wishing the elevator would fall through the floor.

When the doors opened, you exited simultaneously.

“Let me drive you home,” He said, delicately grabbing your wrist.

Your interest was piqued, “Oh?”

He pulled you a little closer to him, but not so close that security would see what he was trying to do, “I have plans for you.”

You giggled, “I like the sound of that.”

He pulled you to his car. The old, yellow thing must have been from 1926 and you were amazed it even functioned.

You followed him eagerly, dipping into the passenger seat with ease. He started the car, looking over at you with a gleam in his eyes that you swore was more than just the moonlight.

“So, what’s the plan, Reid?” You asked as he pulled out of the parking garage.

His hand met your thigh, stroking small circles on your bare skin, dangerously close to where you were already throbbing.

“I was thinking, maybe you could do something for me. I mean, since I am driving you home and all,” He looked over at you, devilish grin.

You bit your lip, “And what would that something be, Dr. Reid?”

He took his bottom lip into his mouth, “Surprise me.”

You took that as your opportunity to reach over, glide your hands up the inside seam of his pants and palm him. He was already rock hard, you could see the pants straining to contain him. You deftly moved your hand up, the same way you had a hundred times, and unbuckled his belt. Then you pulled down his zipper at a ridiculously slow rate.

“C’mon baby, the ride’s only so long,” He said, his voice strained and his breath already heavy.

“Then take the scenic route,” You whispered, biting at his neck as you dipped your hand into his boxers and pulled him out.

The moonlight allowed you to see the gleaming tip, mouth watering as you twisted your body so you could bend over. He tugged his pants down slightly and moved the seat back to give you more space and access.

Your tongue teased the tip first, swirling around the head and dipping into the slit. He tasted musky and salty, the same way he always did. You quickly used your lips to take the entire head into your mouth, sucking hard while your tongue touched anything it could reach.

The sounds coming out of his throat were animalistic, “God, stop teasing.”

He used one hand to gather up your hair and tugged on it gently, your mouth opening up wider. You hit a bump in the road, his cock forcing itself up into your throat and causing you to gag. You kept him there, as far in your throat as he could go. Your hand found whatever your mouth couldn’t reach and moved in the same rhythm as you did. You nipped and sucked at him, tongue drawing broad stripes up and down and up and down.

You removed your mouth for a moment, your hand smearing your saliva and his precum around as you jerked him. Your tongue found his balls sucking and squeezing each of them between your lips.

He bucked up into you, the car jerking.

You giggled, tongue still poking out to lick at him, “Watch the road, Reid.”

He groaned as your mouth and hands switched places, hands toying with him while you bobbed your head up and down. He thought he was going to explode.

“Get off,” he ordered, yanking your hair again, this time pulling you off.

You were confused, mascara under your eyes, cheeks puffy and hair a mess, “But—“

Spencer pulled off the side of the quiet road, “You’re going to go bend over the back seat.”

You wriggled in your seat, “But I want to—“

“You heard me. Back. Now.”

You got up on shaky legs, your neck aching slightly from the angle of the road head.

You opened the door, and bent over, allowing your skirt to ride up.

You felt Spencer behind you, his large hands warm on your thighs as he trailed his hands under your skirt, finding your panties and yanking them off. The air was cold against your wetness but you didn’t feel it for long. His hand traced the curve of your butt before grabbing at it roughly.

“You’re so desperate, pretty girl,” He whispered, sliding the tip between your folds, “You’ll let me fuck you here, in public, for anyone to see.”

You couldn’t do much but whimper. The way he could use his words to build you up and simultaneously tear you down was enough to make you push towards him.

He roughly grabbed your butt again, “Oh, very desperate today, aren’t we pretty girl?”

You nodded, but he couldn’t see.

“I said, aren’t we, pretty girl?”

“Yes!” You yelped, “Yes! Please, please, I need you.”

He pushed into you then, leaving no time for adjustment. His hands fit in the dips where your hips met your waist. He started at a brutal pace, your knees rocking back and forth against the rough seats, destined to be cut and bruised tomorrow. You didn’t mind it.

He grabbed your hair again, pulling your head back so he could look at you, “You like that, don’t you? For such a pretty girl, you’re so dirty.”

You nodded, “Only for you.”

The words meant more than you intended them to, but he didn’t notice, too busy palming your ass and muttering insults at you.

You could feel him in your stomach with every thrust, your wetness spreading around, no doubt dripping onto his seats.

“You’re really just a whore, aren’t you? A pretty little whore, but still a whore.”

Your arms were growing weak, unable to hold you up anymore. You slid down onto your elbows from your hands, arching your back as high as you could.

He yanked your hair, the pain melting into pleasure that flooded down your body, “Look at me while I fuck you.”

You turned your head slightly to catch a glimpse of him. He was sweaty, hair stuck to his forehead and beads dripping down his face. His shirt was half unbuttoned, a peek of skin poking out, tie undone lying across his shoulders. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the veins that line his arms and hands.

He looked like a God.

You turned back around, not able to handle the feeling in your chest in conjunction with the feeling in your lower belly.

“I’m close,” You muttered between groans, Spencer taking his fingers to your puffy clit and drawing fast figure eights.

“Cum all over me like a good whore. My good whore.”

That was enough to push you over the edge, pulsing and groaning beneath him. With a few extra sloppy thrusts, he was pulling out and cumming all over your ass.

You sighed, feeling the high that always came with him, but the low that always came the second he left.

You didn’t move. He was opening the glove box in search of tissues, wiping himself and you off before fixing your skirt.

He helped you up, knowing that your knees and elbows would be sore from holding yourself up. When you stood, he grabbed your hands to steady you and ran his hands through your hair. You saw that same thing in his eyes again, a lightness that could easily be mistaken for love.

“You know, you really are a pretty girl,” he said, his hand tracing from where he tucked your hair behind your ear to your chin. There he cupped the side of your face softly, pulling you into him for a kiss.

You’d kissed him a million times before, but they were different. They were always hot and heavy and frustrated and passionate. This kiss was light, sweet, kind. The kind that could be mistaken for love.

When he pulled away, you smiled at him.

“I-“ you started, before cutting yourself off. This wasn’t healthy, but if this was what you got, you’d take it. Any time with him was valuable time.

“What? What is it?” His voice was low, the moon above his head.

You blushed, realizing just how close he was to you. You wondered how you’d slept with him many times and this somehow felt more intimate than all of those experiences combined.

“I-we should get home.”

He smiled, “Right.”

When you got in the car, you turned away, knees facing the door. He instinctively put his hand out to find your thigh, but found nothing.

He sighs, “Did I go too far? I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so so sorry. I thought you liked–“

You laughed, voice only cracking slightly, “No, you were perfect.”

“Then what’s the problem?” He asked, voice high and nervous, nasally and wary.

“That is the problem,” You sighed, turning to look over at him. Even driving, he was somehow the most beautiful thing to ever grace this earth, “You’re perfect.”

He chuckled lightly, “Far from it.”

You reached out for where his hand was on the stick shift, placing your fingers over his, “Perfect.”

He looked over at you for a moment too long, car swerving as he did so.

You smiled, “Watch the road, Reid.”

He glanced between where his eyes should’ve been and where they wanted to be, “It’s hard to pay attention to the road with you here.”

“Really? Why’s that?” You said, sliding effortlessly back into the usual flirty banter. But the words left unsaid were on the tip of your tongue.

“Because I love you.”

He said it easily, honestly, more like a promise than a proclamation.

You squeezed his hand, the words falling over just as easily, “I love you too.”

He grinned, looking over at you once more, “I mean it. I don’t know when or where or how, but I fell in love with you, pretty girl.”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek, “I don’t know when or where or how, but I fell in love with you too, pretty boy.”

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Bliss

It started off as such a simple joke.

“So, what are we lookin’ at here? Another 30-something white guy, a loner, no social skills?” Emily had said, somewhat sarcastically, because the case was leading the team to a vague description that they’d come to time and time again, meaning it would be another difficult one to figure out because that description can lead them down so many other avenues.

“A description that matches a worrying amount of my ex’s.” The comment was made under your breath, and had you not been in a room filled with profilers, perhaps it wouldnt have even been noticed. But alas, a room filled with profilers was a more common sight than your own house by then, it was second nature to speak your mind just as you would in the comfort of your own home, you were around friends.

This was proven by the circle of laughs that responded to your words, but there was one that wasnt laughing.

The more you thought about that moment, the more cringe-worthy the memory became. Doctor Spencer Reid, a 30-something white guy, who thought himself to be a loner with next to no social skills. The only area Spencer Reid would ever give himself credit was in his intelligence, meaning self depreciation took centre stage in every other aspect of his being.

Alas, an important fact had been presented to Spencer that day; a can of worms he had been worried to ask you about, out of fear of coming across too strong or invasive of your private life, but you had opened them in front of him and everyone else, and he took his chance. Not during the case, of course, Spencer Reid was no stranger to professionalism. He waited until the team was headed back to Quantico, while the rest of his friends slept and you bobbed your head subconsciously to the music playing through your earphones as you sat beside him.

Many hours had passed since you had presented the topic to Spencer, and he couldnt wait any longer. He nudged you gently, and you jumped a little in surprise, tearing your gaze from the jet window. Smiling at Spencer before you’d even pulled your earphones from your ears.

“Hey Spence, think of a random but relevant fact about my earphones, or could you tell the song I was listening to by counting the beats in the distorted sound you could hear?” You teased, never a thread of malevolence laced in your words when you spoke to him.

Spencer chuckled. “Not this time. I was wondering something.”

Your eyes widened. “Is Doctor Spencer Reid going to ask me about something he doesnt already know?!”

Spencer laughed again, a subtle blush dusting his cheeks as it always did whenever you mentioned his intelligence. “Yes. It’s about something you said today.”

You nodded knowingly. “Ahh, the boyfriend thing? I was wondering when one of you would ask about that, didnt think you’d be the first! Surprising me as always, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer smiled shyly, glancing around the jet, triple checking everyone else was asleep, only then would he admit you were right with a subtle nod.

You grinned at him then, staring back out of the jet window, and Spencer swore he could see memories flashing before your eyes as you looked through the clouds.

“I had a reputation as a serial dater, for a while. Went through a lot of guys, I went for the same type of guy and expected different results, the more I found the less time I spent with them.”

Spencer’s mind was spinning, he hasnt expected you to admit something like that, he wasnt used to finding things that werent amazing about you. By no means was your confession off-putting, just thoroughly unexpected.

“What...What type of guy was that?” Spencer asked, feeling bold in his words but insecure in his thoughts.

Your smile turned back to him, that unspoken strand of electricity flickering between you two, embers shining in your eyes.

“I always went for the guy that didnt seem interested in me, hard to get, the ones I’d have to work for. In the end, I realised they were all egotistical bastards that wanted me to do everything for them.” You explained, and Spencer frowned. The mere thought of one man being with you and not treating you like a deity was insulting to him, let alone multiple.

“Out of curiosity, what were the results you were hoping for from a guy like that?” Spencer questioned, unable to comprehend where he found the confidence to press you on this topic. All at once the realisation came to him, and he could see in your eyes that the realisation hit you at the same time, too: he wanted to treat you the way you‘d been waiting to be treated.

“I guess...I was hoping that once I’d got the guy, he’d be the one head over heels for me, y’know? Like I’d break through his harsh exterior and be the one he was smitten with, unashamedly so.” You confessed, cheeks rosy in the sunset that streamed through the jet window.

Spencer nodded slowly. “Interesting.”

That was all he said, and you only chuckled in response, passing him one of your earphones and looking back to the window. Somewhat of a ritual between you two, you spent the rest of the flight home in comfortable silence, save for the music that played in one of your ears, and one of his. The earphone cord could only go so far, and just like every other flight, Spencer was comforted by the feeling of your shoulder against his.

Everyday since that one, Doctor Spencer Reid has kept his ears finely tuned for any reference to ex boyfriends. Sure enough, after that very first mention, you have grown a lot more open in joking about your previous relationships.

“Wait, you’re telling me you dated someone that couldnt even cook spaghetti?” Rossi asked you last week as the two of you stepped through the glass doors.

“I had to give him a tutorial on boiling water!” You hollered, both of you bursting into pained laughter as Rossi patted your back, both of you struggling with the embarrassments of your past.

Learn how to cook the best spaghetti in existence, Spencer mentally noted down, keeping his gaze fixed on the folders he was flicking through at his desk.

“You STAYED with him after that?!” Emily asked you approximately four days ago, as you stood by the coffee machine.

You nodded and sighed. “I know, forgetting my birthday really should’ve been a one way ticket out of there.”

Emily shook her head in disbelief. “(Y/N), any man lucky enough to be with you should be giving you flowers without any occasion! He should be the human embodiment of chivalry!”

You rolled your eyes at that, the two of you walking back over to your desk, which was coincidentally right beside Spencer’s, so he no longer had to strain to listen. “Listen, the bar has been set so low that a guy remembering my birthday is a turn on, let’s not get ahead of ourselves!” You and Emily laughed, but Spencer frowned.

He already considers himself a respectful gentleman, but still. Chivalry set to the maximum, he told himself.

“Wait, you’re telling me you’ve never been asked out on a date!?!” Derek had practically yelled yesterday, and you shushed him bashfully.

“No! I was always the one to ask the guy out.“ You said, and although you were trying your best to be pissed off at Derek for exposing that secret, Spencer could see right through you.

In your head, no guy asking you out translated to no guy ever wanting you enough to do so, rather than what Spencer knew to be the truth: they were egotistical bastards.

With that final piece of information from your conversation with Derek, Spencer formed a plan. Last night, he was pacing the length of his apartment, racking his brain for a substantial amount of confidence that he truly didnt think he possessed, but he was still determined to find it. He checked the contents of his kitchen 47 times to make sure all the ingredients were in there, but that was about the only part of the plan that he was certain about.

That uncertainty haunts Spencer throughout the following day. Thankfully, the team dont have a case to go to, it’s a day of filing and less socially taxing tasks. Spencer is particularly grateful for this, given the extreme social demands that are waiting for him.

As the day draws to a close, the anxiety begins to build exponentially, but Spencer forces himself to take the very first step in his plan.

“Can everyone stay here, just for a few more minutes?” He requests, and if he wasnt already consumed by primal fear, he’d feel guilty for halting the relieved exits of his friends who were all already holding their bags.

But, they oblige, a room filled with profilers will never deny a mystery. Spencer can feel your eyes burning into the back of his brown curls and he doesnt dare look at you, there’s no turning back now. As quickly as he can, Spencer bustles his way out of the building, into the parking lot, and over to his car. Taking a few deep breaths, he grabs hold of what he came for, and then he returns to the building.

Seeing Doctor Spencer Reid through those glass doors, holding a bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers, very nearly sends you into cardiac arrest. You wait for his eyes to drift, though you dont know who to, you expect them to venture to whoever the flowers are meant for. When his gaze stays locked on you, tears blur your perfect vision of him. The rest of the team slowly turns to you as Spencer walks into the room, making a beeline to you, parting your group of friends like the red sea.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do me the honour of sharing a spaghetti-based meal with me tonight?” He recites the words he had been deliberating over for the past 24 hours, and it’s only when Spencer says them aloud that he is absolutely sure they are the right ones.

With teary eyes and wobbly smile, you nod frantically, taking the flowers from Spencer and then swinging your arms around his neck. The team cheers at the long awaited scene that unfolded in front of them, overjoyed for their friends finally making some kind of admittance of their feelings.

Laughing, heart pounding, in a state of complete disbelief, Spencer wraps his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours as he grins so hard his eyes crinkle shut.

Your music being played through Spencer’s car speakers, courtesy of the aux cord, is the perfect evolution from sharing earphones on the jet. As are the beaming grins plastered on your faces, too ecstatic to say a word, in comparison to the peaceful, subtle smiles during flights home. Everything is escalating, changing, and Spencer knows he should be utterly terrified, but right now, he’s incapable of that. Running on adrenaline has never felt so good.

Tears return to your eyes when Spencer opens his apartment door and holds it open for you. He’s strung fairy lights up around a small table and two chairs, places set and candles in the middle. Being the safety-first type of guy, obviously Spencer didnt light the candles and leave them burning all day while you were at work. Instead, once the door is closed, Spencer walks behind you - not missing the opportunity to ever so gently and respectfully place his hand on the small of your back - and lights them to set the scene. He stands next to the table then, smiling at you, but there’s a nervousness in his eyes.

“Spence...this is beautiful!” You manage to speak, too shocked and overwhelmed to stay anything else.

“Beautiful people deserve a beautiful effort.” Spencer muses thoughtfully, before hurrying over to the kitchen.

The ingredients are all set out, and in the order at which he plans to use them. Of course. You cant help laughing.

“Are you planning to cook the spaghetti yourself?”

Spencer chuckles, both of you knowing he’s only preparing this specific meal because of a somewhat embarrassing joke about one of your ex’s.

“Beautiful people also deserves beautiful, homemade food!” He says, making you both laugh harder.

Having memorised a specific recipe that he has practised cooking every single day that he has been at home this week, Spencer doesnt need to pay all that much attention to what he’s doing. He planned that, too; he wanted to make sure he could focus fully on you while cooking. Sure, having the same meal multiple times in one week isnt exactly the most exciting journey for Spencer’s tastebuds, but it’ll all be worth it, he just knows it.

Throughout the meal prep, you stay sitting on the counter next to him, with the bouquet of flowers on your lap, kicking your legs adorably and chatting away, watching his skilful hands work at chopping vegetables. The scene is so perfect, so ordinary, like the least exciting scene in a romantic movie, but it is the most incredible thing that has ever happened to Doctor Spencer Reid.

Obviously, the spaghetti was incredible, but that hardly matters. Even if the spaghetti had been horrible, even if Spencer had totally failed in cooking it, the effort he had gone to would cancel out any mistake he made out of nervousness or cooking simply not being his area. The spaghetti was the least important part of the evening, it only lasted a few minutes, and when you had both finished your meals, neither of you wanted that to be the end of the date. Even if the meal prep had taken an hour, it wasnt enough, the two of you needed more time to explore things you’d done a thousand times, but this times with your feelings out in the open.

So, Spencer microwaved some popcorn, you grabbed the blankets from the bottom of his closet and ran back to the living room, both of you meeting at the couch and flopping there. The blankets hid both of you from the neck down, and you could tell Spencer was hesitant, nervous, unsure of what you would be comfortable with. When you swung your legs over his lap and rested your head on his shoulder, essentially sitting on him sideways, Spencer got the clarification he needed and wrapped his arms around you, setting the bowl of popcorn on your legs. And there the two of you stayed, snuggled up and stuffing your faces while watching the shittiest movie you could find, until eventually you both fell asleep in each other’s arms, in a brand new bliss.

Both of your phone’s rang in unison the following morning, and the remnants of popcorn were sent flying in the air as you jumped apart, silent seconds passing into howling laughter as you answered your phones at the exact same time to freak the team out. And when you rushed out of Spencer’s door, somehow, the brand new bliss stayed, settled, and you both knew that it was never going to leave.

[luciilferss]

— 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: a series of drabbles describing spencer reid’s rocky descent into love.

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♛ = smut

part 1: and your eyes were filled with tears

part 2: you are more than just a dream

part 3: this isn’t what i signed up for

part 4: you and i will share the weight

part 5: now i’m getting colder

part 6: i don’t wanna be your friend (i wanna kiss your lips)

part 7: i wish you’d hold my hand

part 8: i was lonely (i got used to it) ♛

part 9:  i picture it, soft, and I ache

part 10: i’m just wondering when i’ll stop wondering about you

part 11: she lives in daydreams with me

part 12: i put nothing above you

part 13: if i’d known you sold on maybe 

part 14: i probably still adore you with your hands around my neck (or i did last time i checked)

part 15: the only love i ever found

part 16: some things never change (even when they hurt)

part 17: your life was my life’s best part

part 18: play nice / baby think twice

part 19: i’m headed straight for the floor

part 20: take the rain off my shoulders

part 21: we could just kiss (like real people do)

part 22: i can feel it when we touch ♛

part 23: oh, but she loves like sleep to the freezing

part 24: just take along my love with you

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Summary: You and Spencer are best friends. You’re in love with him and he’s in love with you, but neither of you know it nor decide to tell the other about their feelings. All the love is there, just hidden in the things you say and the things you do with one another. 

A/N: From the this 50 Ways to Say I Love You list, the fics take place in no particular order

“Be safe”

“Make sure to come back to me, okay?”

“I got these because I know they’re your favourite”

“I saw this earlier and I thought of you”

“Give me a hug please”

“I’d really love it if you came”

“Please stay”

“Just- uh … try not to die. I’m really not bothered to replace you”

“You’re leaving already? Nooooo~”

“[insert very specific insult]”

“Well maybe I like having you alive, ever thought about that?”

“You’re the only one I really want to be there”

“You’re my everything”

“I’d rather be hurt and be with you than be okay without you”

“I think in every reality, I still find you”

“I want to make something for you”

“There are people who love you, you know”

“Dedicated to [character name]”

“I did this for you”

“I would give all of this up for you”

“Stop worrying about you? Stop worrying about you?! I can barely stop thinking of you!”

“I wish I could stay here forever. Just me and you”

“Thankgodyou’reokay-”

“I won’t admit that I missed you”

“I made it the way you like it”

“I can’t stand not talking to you”

“I didn’t ask you to do that” “You didn’t have to”

“Don’t move - I’ll get it for you”

“Tell me all about [thing/person their partner is interested in]”

“You won’t take care of yourself so I will”

“[talks dreamily about their future with their partner]”

“When am I going to see you next?”

“I was thinking of you”

“You’re worth it”

“I’d rather just hang out with you, if I’m honest”

“I really like your hands”

“You’re the only reason I’m coming back”

“I am not leaving you”

“I knew you weren’t dead. I refused to believe it- I knew it couldn’t be true”

“Shut up and kiss me”

“I’ll take care of you as long as you need me”

“You’re not alone anymore”

“It’s okay it’s okay is got you”

“You don’t have to pretend with me”

“Whenever I’m with you I am real”

“Just you and me; that’s all I want”

“You’ve finally rendered me speechless”

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”

“If only you could see yourself as I see you”

“I love you”

I WILL NOT BE TAKING TAGS FOR THIS SERIES. SORRY!

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Ariel For A Day

Summary: Y/N went to on a haunted trail with her friends the night before. What happens when she encounters her celebrity crush at work all the while having no voice?

Characters: Matthew Gubler, Hunter Dahl, Fem!Reader 

Pairings: MGG x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, cussing, Matthew being a cute little shit (Yes that should aways be a warning)

A/N: This fic is for the Secret Swap on Discord that @imagining-in-the-margins​ curated for us! This was written for the ever so sweet @gretaamyk​! Per her request, there will be a part two to this -a smutty part 2!

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-Drunk Thoughts-

Request- Maybe a Spencer Reid x reader who rambles facts when drunk and Spencer hears it for the first time and is shocked at how much they know and that it’s all correct information?? 

Thank you for requesting! I think this is a good blurb idea, so that’s what I’m going to do! So around 1k to 1.k words? I hope that’s fine! This is based around s7! 

I pulled up to the bar the team was planning on going to tonight. I was originally going to hang out with my new puppy, but I guess this is better. I grab my handbag and get out of the car. I’m wearing my new cocktail dress which Is short, red, and low cut. Perfect outfit for a good time. My main goal is to impress Spencer. We have been dating for around 6 months and we haven’t been to a nightclub together! It has been crazy since Emily died, and came back to life. So my plan is to show him what I got. I walk inside and I hear the music blasting and lights going crazy.

 Let me introduce you to my party people

In the club

It’s a new generation of party people

Get ‘em up, yeah

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[subspencer]

just want to watch sub spencer choke on my strap like a good boy with tears streaming down as face and a plug in his ass that he keeps trying to grind down on to get some friction but then tugging on his hair and tell him to be a good boy or else he won’t cum

when he pulls off to breathe for a minute he’s like ‘i Am being a good boy!! 🥺’ and you swat him on the cheek and you’re like ‘i get to decide if you’re being good or not. you have no say’ and he says ‘i’m sorry miss 🥺🥺’

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“All you have to do is ask.”

Summary: Things take a turn when the team stumbles upon a case that leads them into the BDSM world. Reader is oddly knowledgeable, and Dr. Reid has questions. You’ll tell him anything, all he has to do is ask.

Pairing: Spencer Reid / (Female) Reader

Rating: Mature (not all chapters contain smut, those that do will be marked)

Category: Smut, fluff, and a healthy dose of Angst.

Content Warning: BDSM themes, femdom, choking, oral sex (female and male receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, pegging, degradation, soft dom, language, and more if they come up over the course of the fic.

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masterlist

Chapters: (smut marked with *)

Chapter 1 - “If you have something to say, just say it, Doc.” Chapter 2 - I beg your fucking goddamn pardon?   Chapter 3* - “Do you kiss your submissives?”   Chapter 4 - “Please don’t lie to me.” Chapter 5* - “Are you jealous, Doctor?” Chapter 6* - “Dirty Thing”  Chapter 7* - boys like you Chapter 8 -   Chapter 9 - Chapter 10* -   Epilogue - 

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“All you have to do is ask.” Chapter 6 - [Reid x Reader]

previous chapter // series index 

Summary: After a long stretch of crimefighting, Reader and Spencer finally get a chance to spend some time together. Reader is ready to give Dr. Reid the proper introduction to female domination and BDSM he asked for.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x (Female) Reader

Category: 85% Smut, 10% Fluff, 5% Angst.

Word Count: 7.9k for Chapter 6

Content Warnings: BDSM, Femdom, thigh riding, pegging, orgasm denial, spitting, slapping, bondage, sub drop, aftercare, brief mention of menstruation (just in case that needs a warning). This chapter is filthy, y’all. 

A/n: Before we begin, I wanted to give a small warning. When I started this story, I wanted to give an honest portrayal of BDSM/Femdom. The before, during, and after are equally important. Sub/Dom drop is a very real and emotional thing. But don’t worry, Reader is always there for our nervous boy.

y/n = your name. y/l/n = your last name. Italicized text is Reader’s thoughts.

– Chapter 6 – “Dirty thing” –

Things started to move so fast after Illinois. We arrived home late Sunday night only to be called back out on Monday morning to assist the Tucson Police with a child abduction. We were finishing up the paperwork when the call came in from Florida about a series of car-jackings that weren’t really car-jackings.

It had been more than 2 weeks since that night in the hotel room, and all I had since then were stolen moments with my Dr. Reid. He sat next to me on the plane sometimes, his hand resting on my thigh when he was certain no one could see. He had placed a kiss on the back of my neck while we were standing in the conference room in Florida. I was surviving on only those stolen moments.

Spencer seemed to be happy with our first BDSM experience together, which was a relief to me. I had never had a submissive that was inexperienced before. I felt a great deal of pressure where he was concerned; I knew the toll one bad partner could have on a person.

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Meant to be Broken // One

series rating: E (18+)

→ chapter rating: M

tags: language, mentions of pregnancy, lots of drunkenness

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summary: a drunken NYE conversation leads to a drastic change in yours and spencer’s relationship. it’s what you both want, but can the two of you navigate sex, pregnancy, and co-parenting without spoiling your friendship?

Sometimes, when you thought about it especially hard, you regretted resigning from the BAU. It was technically January, and you were over at a Rossi’s house celebrating New Years, and as you looked at your former coworkers it started hitting you particularly hard.

Your time at the BAU gave you many things— a fear of basements, a lot of stories to tell your therapist, and a pretty awful scar on your shoulder where you were struck by a bullet. But among all the bad, there was a lot of good— mainly your lasting relationships with the members of the team. 

The champagne was free-flowing, and a lot of the team had tipped past the blurry line between tipsy and shitfaced. Penelope, JJ, and Alvez were shining examples, struggling through karaoke and drinking games that were probably not coworker appropriate. You lingered in the safe zone of being amusingly tipsy as you sipped at the drinks that Emily was incredibly good at making. 

The couch dipped beside you and you grinned at Reid, leaning into his shoulder as the bubbly drink lowered your inhibitions. “Long time no see, Spence,” you joked, snuggling into his side as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

You were very bad at reading Spencer Reid. Certainly not as good as Morgan or JJ, or even Blake. But the fact that he was actually sort of cuddling with you seemed like an interesting sign, even if your profiling days were long over. “I saw you last week at brunch,” he noted defensively. “You ignored me the entire time.”

“I never get to see Kate or Morgan anymore, I see you all the time, neighbor. Speaking of, you’ve been a little MIA recently. I usually bump into you on laundry day.” He shrugged as you yawned sleepily, feeling like you were gradually leaving the tipsy state of mind into somewhere far more dangerous. “Have you been avoiding me, Dr. Reid?”

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Behind the Red Brick Garden Wall ~ [Part 2]

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[Part 1] 

PROMPT: Reid is dosed with something and hallucinates a person in a garden. At first he believes he’s met them before, but they assure him he hasn’t met them yet. After he pours his heart out, he wakes up before they can tell him anything about themselves. He ends up meeting them a year later. (inspired by “The Gardner” by Sarah Sparks)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N:  Part 2 of the anon prompt I saw on @imagining-in-the-margins​ page.  [See the post here] Feedback is more than welcome and very much appreciated! …..So I ended up making 3 parts. What can I say, I got carried away with it. I promise there’s only 3 parts. 

Warnings: angst, drug use, hallucinations, mentions of bodies/blood/murder in context of case work, implied/masked depression, mentions of nightmares and headaches, mentions of loss, mentions of drug use, mentions of death, mentions of mental illness, a few bad words. 

WC: 5k

Spencer’s POV

Six months.

“Reid, JJ, you two and I will check out the crime scene. Okay, everyone else, report back with updates.”

It’s been six months. 

Six months that I’ve spent every spare minute of my time researching, reading articles, burying myself into scientific journals, dissecting studies on the neurological nature of hallucinations, mulling over the science, trying to explain what it was that I had dreamt of – or hallucinated. 

And I have found that you cannot dream about someone you’ve never seen before. It’s simply not possible. So whoever it was that I saw in that garden, somewhere along the line, I’ve had to have come across this girl before. Even if she was just a face in passing, I had to have seen her from somewhere. Where? How could I not remember her? The average person sees about 90,000 to 42.5 million faces throughout their lifetime. That’s of course not taking into account the types of jobs that one would have that would limit exposure to human contact, and the inherent laziness that plagues society. But that still leaves a 90,000 minimum on average. And I don’t consider myself to be particularly lazy, even if I don’t work out every morning the way a typical field agent should. Plus, I see a bountiful number of faces everyday with the type of job I have. There is no way I would be able to place her face, despite my memory.

The type of job I have.

What if her face is just a case file? A face from a witness? I could find her in the cases we have in storage. Yes! The files in storage, I can go there after we wrap up this case. 

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noticed

summary: aka the six times the team realized you and spencer were in love. 

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Emily was the first to notice. 

Mornings in the BAU were either hectic or fairly calm and since the last case had closed at midnight, the morning had been fairly calm; slow. 

She wouldn’t have caught it otherwise. 

Spencer was standing by the coffee station. One hand occupied by a cup while the other held a newspaper from some small town in Alabama. 

“Everyone’s taking their time today,” Emily stated. 

“Late night,” Spencer remarked. “Hotch did say nine. It’s only five past.”

She nodded, “You came in on time. Enough to make coffee.”

“Yeah, well —“

“Spence,” a voice grumbled. “Spence, it’s too early.”

Emily watched as Spencer’s eyes light up. Noticed a little sparkle gleam from them as you strolled in with sleepy eyes, slightly tousled hair, and just the right amount of layered up clothing for the cold weather in Quantico. 

She watched as your forehead fell onto his chest. 

“Yeah, I know,” he laughed. “Look Emily’s here. How about you say, ‘Good morning, Emily.”

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