็งใฏในใฟใผ โจ thatโs all Iโll say about that song. love you, Megan. also kinda laughing cause I initially thought this song was ่ชฐใใในใฟใผ from Wish LOL
went with pastels this time instead of my usual rainbow ! I may release the rainbow version later :)
By request of the discord! Hereโs the smut thesaurus Iโve been building to help me write. Itโs even longer now because I included some extra words fromย The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic byย QuinnAndersonย on AO3.ย
How many words are there forย โpenisโ andย โthrustโ (that arenโt completely cringey)? Here are all the ones Iโve gathered so farย ๐
Itโs going under the read-more cut because itโs over 1,000 words in bullet-point form so it is loooong.ย
description : in which reader forgets their weighted blanket, but spencer is more than happy to be their substitute
word count : 791 words!
notes : gn! reader, implied neurodivergent! reader, morgan gets bullied
Something you had always struggled with at work was understimulation. You never allowed yourself to stim, mostly for fear of judgement, but also because you feared it wasnโt professional for a seasoned BAU agent to stim in front of your coworkers.
Today was not that much different. After a quick bathroom break to stim happily now that you and the team were on the jet back to Quantico after a gruelling case in Denver, Colorado, you had returned to your spot on the sofa, rummaging through your go-bag to try and find your weighted blanket, only to remember youโd foolishly left it at home in your haste to get to the jet on time for the briefing after Hotch had called you about the case.
A little sigh escaped you. Luckily, most of the team were too preoccupied to hear your dismay; Hotch and Rossi sleeping, JJ and Emily playing snap on the games table, Morgan listening to his MP3 player and Spencer reading. It was him who heard your noise of consternation, and he looked up from his book. Upon seeing your perturbed expression, he closed it and inched out of his seat, approaching you.
โAreโฆ you okay?โ he asked, slightly nervously.
โIโm fine.โ You told him, but it was clear he didnโt believe you.
Spencer raised a brow. โIf you were fine, you wouldnโt have sighed like that. Now answer my question. Are you okay?โ
Another sigh escaped you. โI forgot to pack my weighted blanket.โ you admitted awkwardly. โIโm feeling really badly understimulated and I need some deep pressure.โ
Spencer paused. โDeep pressure?โ he repeated, momentarily dumbfounded before a bashful flush painted his cheeks pink. โUh, would you like me to be your substitute?โ he offered timidly.
You paused. Spencer Reid? Offering to be your weighted blanket? The opportunity was way too good to pass up.
โYes.โ you nodded in confirmation, moving to lie down on the sofa, and beckoning Spencer closer. He hesitantly did so, before pausing.
โAre you sure?โ he asked, just to confirm. You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, but a small grin tugged at your lips.
โJust crush me, Dr. Reid.โ you replied, so he gingerly laid on top of you. โPut more of your weight on me.โ you ordered and he hesitated.
โI donโt want to hurt you.โ Spencer protested shyly.
โPut your weight on me!โ you laughed, and he did so after another momentโs hesitation, sensing that you really did need it. You relaxed under him as you felt his weight on you, a blissful smile on your face.
You murmured your gratitude, and promptly fell asleep under Spencer, who smiled in astonishment at how fast youโd succumbed to the Sandman. Though, admittedly, his eyes were getting heavy tooโฆ and your soft and slow breathing was lulling him to sleepโฆ Surely you wouldnโt mind if he took a quick cat nap, would you? With that decided, he fell asleep too, his snoring mingling with yours.
Unbeknownst to the two of you sleeping beauties, the rest of the team had noticed what was going on, and even Hotch and Rossi had woken up. Morgan grinned.
โOh, babygirl is going to flip if she doesnโt get any evidence of the two lovebirds snuggling.โ he laughed, taking out his phone to take a picture, Emily following suit.
JJ rolled her eyes. โLeave them alone.โ she scolded the two, with no real heat, as she too took out her phone and snapped a few pictures of you and Spencer slumbering together.
โLet them be.โ Hotch, ever the hypocrite, added, as he also snapped a picture that may or may not eventually become his wallpaper for the next month.
It wasnโt until the plane was due to land that someone woke you and Spencer up, shaking your shoulders.
โCome on kids, the jetโs gonna land.โ Rossi announced. Spencer blinked blearily as he slowly woke up, before jolting up and straddling you when he realised what position heโd woken up in. You did so too, accidentally smacking your forehead against Spencerโs making the both of you groan and hold a hand against your injured brows.
Morgan snorted. โYou two really are made for each other. Youโre both as graceful as baby deer on ice.โ You and Spencer glared at the bald man, who raised his hands up in surrender.
โShut it, baldilocks.โ you grumbled tiredly and Spencer snickered, causing Morgan to fake a gasp of faux indignance.
โAgent.โ Hotch scolded you, though there was a grin on his face.
โSorry Morgan, for pointing out your shiny bald head.โ you apologised half-heartedly, making the rest of the team laugh at Morganโs affronted splutters. A little smile appeared on your face. Who knew forgetting your weighted blanket would lead to this?
you decide to wear one of spencerโs sweater vests to work. chaos ensues.
spencer reid x bau fem!reader
genre: fluff
warnings/tags: the team doesnโt know about your relationship with spencer yet, derek and emily being cheeky little shits, spencer is SOOOO in love with you itโs not even funny, use of the nickname pretty girl (from derek of course)
word count: 336
a/n: AAAAH i love them all so much
Youโre not sure what everyoneโs reaction will be as you walk into the bullpen one morning wearing one of Spencerโs sweater vests. No one seems to notice at first, which youโre grateful for. You set all of your stuff down at your desk and start to get comfortable when a silhouette appears in your peripherals.ย
โHey pretty girl, nice outfit.โย
Derekโs grin is wide as you turn your chair to face him. โThanks, Morgan,โ you mumble, cheeks warm.
โWhereโd you get it from?โ he asks, mischief sparkling in his eyes.
You give him a warning glare. โMorganโโ
โIs that my sweater vest?โ a squeaky voice asks.
Spencer appears out of nowhere, standing next to Derek with wide eyes and a blush darkening his cheeks. Your heart drops into your stomach as you try to fumble for an answer.
โIโIโm sorry! I didnโt have anything else to wear and I remembered that you left it at my place one nightโโ
Instantly, you realize your mistake. You groan and place your head in your hands. When you peek out between your fingers, Spencerโs still staring at you, lips now parted slightly.ย
Derek chuckles. โThis is too good. Hey Prentiss! Youโve gotta come see this.โย
โWhatโs up?โ She runs over and glances between the three of you before her eyes settle onto you, widening. โOh, no way!โย
โGuys, please stop,โ you beg, finally lowering your hands from your face. โWe didnโt want anyone to knowโโ
โYouโre wearing my sweater vest.โย
All three of you snap your gazes to Spencer. The way heโs looking at you like youโve hung all the stars and moon in the sky causes your heart to swoop.
โSpence?โ you ask softly. โYou okay?โย
โWhat?โ Then he seems to come back to himself as he shakes his head. โOh, sorry, I justโYou look really nice,โ he says, voice rising a pitch higher than normal.ย
Derek claps Spencer on the shoulder, and he jumps slightly. โYouโre down so bad, man. Itโs cute.โ
iโm on vacation until august 8th!! iโll try to write when i can because i love it but it might take a while for me to get to every request (because i do plan on doing almost every request).
after you took your time teasing spencer during a car ride back to the hotel, he decides it's time to take what your body has been promising him...
wc: 1.3k
content & tw: smut. this is just smut. dom!spencer, sub!reader, fem!reader, risk of being caught, pleasurable punishment, choking, use of a gag, spence being a munch, fucking the attitude out of you, dirty talk.
a/n: i am honoured people were actually asking for a part two of this so i tried my very best here!!
['shut up,' spencer said, his voice cracking slightly on the nerves, but you know that in about thirty minutes, he will be knocking on your hotel room door and he will be everything but for nervous...] - ending of 'behave back there'.
you know garcia is the true oracle of quantico, but you feel like you deserve an honorary mention in that title, because it is exactly thirty minutes after you left the car that spencer knocks on your door.
you take one quick look thru the peephole, just to be completely sure it's him, and smile as you open the door slightly to see your favorite profiler standing there. 'doctor reid, what are you doing here? do you even know what time it is?' you say, a sly smirk on your face.
'cut the crap, princess. you know exactly why i'm here,' he says, his voice low and husky. you don't even have time to throw back another snarky remark before spencer pushes the door open and slams your back against the wall, kicking the door closed behind him.
he wastes no time, passionately connecting his body to yours, the two of you coming together in a mix of lips, teeth and tongues. 'damn, spence, i had no idea i had this much of an effect on-' you start to speak, but spencer cuts off your breath, wrapping his hand around your throat. 'shut up, brat, you knew exactly what you were doing.'
he holds his hand on your throat, using the other one to lead you backwards towards the bed. when your legs hit the frame, he pushes you onto it. you catch yourself and watch as he undoes his tie and throws his sweater vest to the floor.
he leans down, his body towering over yours as he pins your arms into place above your body. 'fuck, that was the longest car ride of my life,' he pants between passionate kisses. you start to speak, but spencer silences you immediately with a passionate kiss.
'if you know what's good for you, you will shut the fuck up. i am this close to losing my shit already, and if you give me that attitude i fear neither of us will get any rest tonight,' he says. there is a certain darkness in his eyes, a hunger that you know exactly how to still. as much as you love being a brat, you're well aware that now is the time to be obedient.
'i'm yours, doctor. whatever you need,' is the last thing you say before wisely keeping your mouth shut. spencer smirks against your lips, 'fuck, that's my good girl,' he says, his hard length already pressing against you.
he kisses down your body, pulling your shirt over your head and unbuttoning his own blouse as he bites the soft skin of your lower stomach.
he unbuttons your jeans, pulling them off your body with haste, your underwear coming off with them. before you know it, spencer lowers his mouth to your core, licking and sucking like theres no tomorrow.
'oh... oh...' you moan, your eyes shutting instinctively. you feel spencer smile against your sensitive skin. 'i'd try to be quiet, princess. hotch is over in the next room, morgan on the other side,' he says. you look down at him, his hair already messy as he looks up at you with sparkling eyes.
he licks you exactly where it feels good, and you just know he's proud of himself. it's almost like his movements are saying you should have behaved, i can tease you just as good as you can tease me.
you feel your orgasm building inside of you, crashing over your body like a tidal wave before you know it. you cover your mouth with your hands and squeeze your eyes shut as you try desperately not to make a noise. the idea of hotch or morgan, or worse, hotch and morgan, hearing what's going on here makes you nervous, and the nerves make you hornier than ever before.
you're pretty sure spencer shares the same excitement as he doesn't slow down or change his movements in the slightest. not even when your thighs squeeze around his legs as your second orgasm ripples thru you. 'fuck, princess,' he whispers in between strokes of his tongue, 'are you trying to suffocate me? oh well, if this is how i die, i'll die a happy man.'
that sentence is enough to unravel you again, this time not being able to keep quiet. 'f- fuck!' you moan, probably loud enough to be heard thru the walls. you immediately feel your cheeks heat. spencer tsks and moves himself back up towards you, unbuttoning his trousers and freeing his cock from the confines of his underwear.
he kicks his trousers to the floor, but holds his boxers into one of his hands. 'i don't believe this pretty mouth won't get us into trouble, baby... open up,' he commands, and you do as your told, following thru on your previous promise and open your mouth. spencer stuffs the black cotton boxers into your mouth as a makeshift gag.
'how's that, princess?' he asks, and you try your best to form words but obviously, they come out muffled and far from articulated. 'what's that? i can't understand you,' spencer says mockingly before kissing your neck and positioning the head of his cock with your entrance.
'if anything is wrong, tap anywhere on my body twice and i stop immediately, understood?' he asks, and you nod. that was all spencer needed before pushing himself deep inside you. he buries his cock into your body all the way to the hilt, and you bite down onto the fabric, soft whimpers escaping thru it.
'oh my god, baby, you feel so fucking good,' spencer groans softly before settling into a steady but punishing pace. you feel your orgasm building already as he hits the most sensitive parts of your body.
you moan as quietly as you can, but you know if there was no risk of getting caught, you would be screaming his name until your throat hurt. he fills you up completely and you feel him thru your entire body.
your moans climb the scale like a symphony reaching its crescendo, every sound escaping from your lips reaching a higher and higher pitch until your body tenses and you fall apart underneath him.
'i love the sounds you make when you're trying to be quiet,' spencer says, his own breathing becoming more and more ragged. you can barely remember your own name as spencer thrusts into you, the pain and pleasure mixing into a beautiful cocktail.
you feel your fifth orgasm of the night building, a tear rolling down your cheek from the perfect intensity of it all. 'f- fuck, baby, you're so tight, fuck,' spencer whispers into your ear, and his movements grow more and more erratic.
when he finally falls over the edge, his cum shooting into your body, the sound he makes, the low whimper thru his ragged breaths, is enough to send you into an orgasm once again. spencer stills inside of you, catching his breath as he hangs above.
he looks at your face, the mascara stains and his boxers in your mouth and can't help but smile. 'so gorgeous,' he says before pulling the fabric from your mouth and placing a kiss on your lips.
'thank you, doctor, you don't look too bad yourself,' you say, running your hand thru his beautifully messy locks.
'maybe i should tease you more often, if five orgasms is what i get out of it,' you say with a smirk as spencer gets dressed again, ready to go back to his own room.
he looks over his shoulder back at you. 'try that at your own risk, princess, i won't be this nice to you every time.'
Prompt A2: dryhumping + F7: in a car - (prompts lists)
after a long day of working a case, one of the BAU cars broke down, which means that all six of you have to pile into a five person car. luckily, spencer offers his lap for you as a seat...
wc: 1.1k
content & tw: sensual fluff, public, dry humping.
a/n: this is much tamer than my usual writing but i rlly enjoyed it!
'oh, for fucks sake,' JJ says as she turns the key in the ignition. the car sputters and shakes with all its might but it doesn't start. 'i'm never renting from this company again, this thing has been having issues the entire time.'
'here, let me try,' you say as you bend over the center console to try the key for yourself, but obviously, it doesn't change anything. JJ grabs her phone and calls someone. 'hey, rossi, our car has broken down, could we hitch a ride to the hotel..? yeah, i know, we'll squeeze in... great, thanks, we'll see you in a minute.'
'don't the boys have a five-seater?' you ask as JJ hangs up the phone. she looks over at you with a sweet smile. 'yeah, but like i said, we'll squeeze in. and besides, i've been seeing you eye spencer, and he'll be polite enough to offer you a seat.'
you feel your cheeks heat and tell JJ to shut up, but you know damn well she's right. you have been eyeing spencer for a while. in fact, you've been doing more than that. unspoken moments together in hallways, soft touches during long days which end in secret randez-vous in hotel rooms late at night. during those meetings, spencer shows a different side of himself, the built up sensual tension from the entire day unloading onto you, and you know he loves that day long chase.
when the boys pull up, rossi is in the passenger seat with hotch driving. spencer and derek sit in the backseat. when derek opens the door and moves to the middle seat, you can already hear spencer rambling. 'driving with too many people in the car, particularly with one person sitting on another's lap, poses significant safety risks and is illegal in many places. the likelihood of severe injury or death increases for all passengers when seat belts are not used properly. according to the CDC, seat belt use reduces the risk of death by 45% and the risk of serious injury by 50% for front-seat occupants. For those in the rear seats, the reduction in risk of death is 25%.'
you smile as you hear his voice, JJ already having taken derek's spot, meaning the car is now full. you open the door at spencers seat, 'well, then i guess i'll sit in one of the rear seats, seeing as that cuts my risk of death in half,' you say, moving yourself to sit in spencers lap.
'no, wait, that's not what i meant, i just-' spencer starts to ramble again, his cheeks warming as you sit yourself down on his legs. derek cuts him off and says, 'well then you better hold on tight, pretty boy. be her seat belt.'
spencer looks confused and a bit panicked for a second, but when hotch starts the car, he wastes no time and wraps his arms around you. 'kids, behave back there,' he says as he pulls away.
rossi starts talking to hotch about today's case, a serial killer in the midwest, while JJ keeps derek's eyes on her in conversation. you and spencer are in a little bubble, even with four others in the car, no one is focussed on the two of you.
every time hotch turns a corner or hits a speed bump, your ass moves slightly over spencers crotch, and you feel his arms tighten around you. the drive will be about half an hour, but you can tell its going to be the longest thirty minutes of your life when you start to feel something growing underneath you.
you turn your head to look at spencer, who stares straight ahead. you always wonder what happens in his mind, but especially now. after another speed bump, he closes his eyes and his lips part slightly as you feel a twitch under you.
you start to grin, his desperate attempts to keep himself composed absolutely adorable. you decide to push your luck, grinding yourself down on him subtly. he moves one hand to your hip, grabbing it tightly and stilling you. you're afraid you might have gone too far.
when you look back at him, he is no longer staring forward. his eyes are fixed on you, and he starts to pull your hip back and forth. you open your mouth slightly in a surprised gasp, not expecting him to be so bold.
JJ and derek's chatter beside you, rossi and hotch's in front, and the two of you completely silent. the radio plays softly, and you're sure nobody is actually listening, but you will never be able to listen to this song like you used to before. taylor swift's 'wildest dreams' is now the soundtrack to an intimate moment between you two, and you know you'll remember this whenever you hear it again.
spencer keeps his movements subtle and slow, not pulling any attention to the two of you. the tension is almost palpable, and you truly hope nobody notices, but the people in this car are bold enough to say something if they do.
every soft gasp coming from spencer's lips, ever small furrow as his brow, but especially every bit of movement and every twitch from his cock makes you wetter and wetter, and you know damn well that you won't be alone in your hotel room tonight.
his hand that's not on your hip holds onto you tightly, squeezing the skin on your side as he desperately tries to get you closer, maybe even to get you alone.
the drive seems to last forever, but when the car comes to a halt, it feels like only 5 minutes have passed. you hadn't realised how much you had been pulled into the moment, and judging by spencers sigh, he hadn't either.
'well we made it. go to sleep, everyone. this case is far from closed,' hotch says as you all climb out of the car. you smile at spencer, his eyes still fixed on you. 'get some rest, spence, i'll see you tomorrow.'
derek takes one look at you two and smiles at the floor. as you walk towards the door, you hear derek talk to spencer, mocking your words, 'yeah, reid, get some rest.'
'shut up,' spencer said, his voice cracking slightly on the nerves, but you know that in about thirty minutes, he will be knocking on your hotel room door and he will be everything but for nervous...
when spencer decides to teach you a lesson, you figure out you should disobey him more often.
wc: 0.9k
content & tw: smut. dom!reid, brat!reader, spanking (with hand and belt), a bit of praise and a bit of degradation, fingering, squirting.
a/n: i had so much fun writing this omg
'f- four!' you yelp after spencers hand comes down on your ass cheek for the fourth time. your skin must be bright red already judging by how sensitive it feels.
'good girl,' spencer says as you're bent over his lap, 'keep counting, baby girl.' he says before he smacks down again. you do as you're told, counting the fifth spank you're receiving for back talking to him.
'you're taking it so...' spencer says before cutting himself off. the suspense of his silence is killing you until suddenly you feel one of his fingers sliding thru your pussy. you gasp softly, and spencer moves his hand to your face. 'look at that, princess,' he says, wiping his slick finger over your bottom lip, 'something tells me you like to be punished.'
you smirk, your eyes still down at the floor as you lay on his knees. 'and whatever is giving you that idea, doctor?' you ask, your battiness immediately being met with another harsh smack on your ass. spencer leans down, his mouth close to your ear as he whispers, 'because i've got your cunt dripping all over my trousers, little brat.'
his hand raises again, but lowers slowly, not giving you the impact you expected. you hear spencers belt buckle, and while you know you can take it, you feel nerves in your lower stomach start to build.
he pulls his belt out of his trousers and folds it, first softly caressing your sensitive skin with the leather. 'well, brat, if you like to be punished so much,' he says, his sentence being broken by the sound of leather making contact with skin, a harsh, boiling hot and sensual pain spreading over your ass cheek, 'i might have to just be a little harder on you.'
you let out a deep breath, turning up your attitude even more. you love playing cat and mouse, and with a smile you say 'give me your worst, sir.'
spencer lets out a breath, his smile audible, 'oh princess,' he says, his voice nothing more than a husky whisper, 'you're gonna regret that.'
the belt makes contact with your skin again, harsh and unforgiving and so beautifully painful. you let out a moan, laced with the sting on your skin. spencer uses his empty hand to touch your core again and laughs darkly. 'oh, baby girl, you've just gotten wetter.'
he slips one finger inside of you, making your breathing hitch the comforting, good feeling quickly being countered with another smack. the pain mixes with the pleasure, creating an intoxicating cocktail of excitement and arousal within you.
spencer curls his finger inside you, pushing another digit inside you with ease. he pushes against your inner walls exactly where you need him to, every moan he pulls from your body is answered with a harsh hit of the belt.
'is this what you wanted, brat? to be dripping over my fingers while i make you hurt?' spencer asks, his fingers not once stopping those magnificent movements inside of you. the pleasure and sting make it harder and harder for you to keep up your bratty appearance, make it harder for you to talk even, but you love to push his buttons. 'does it feel like i wanted this?'
the belt strikes again, even harder this time. spencer shows no signs of slowing down, your orgasm building with every stroke of his fingers. 'it feels like you fucking love being punished, princess.'
spencer pushes his fingers deeper inside of you, finding the spot that brings you the most pleasure. you whimper on his lap, your legs twitching but not once trying to get away. he plays with your g-spot, your body tensing more and more. 'fuck, sir, i'm so f- so fucking close,' you moan.
'ah, look, there are your manners,' spencer says sensually, speeding up his pace. 'allright, princess. you take three more hits, and then i think you deserve to cum. make sure i can hear you count.'
the belt strikes down once. 'one,' you say trying everything in your power to keep your climax at bay.
another hit, 'two.' you know you can't trick him, you have to control yourself. he knows your body better than you know it yourself, and the moment you're about to cum he would pull his fingers out.
he waits a painfully long time for the third strike, keeping your body in high alert for what is probably less than a minute but what feels like more than an hour. and then, out of nowhere, he curls his fingers in just the right way and smacks the leather down on your skin.
'three!' you moan, your orgasm crashing thru your body. spencer never disappoints you, but this release is more intense than anything you've ever felt before. your senses stop working, your ears ringing and your vision only displaying stars. you feel spencers hand stroking your hair, and when you come back into your body, you feel your thighs covered in fluid.
you laugh softly as spencer helps you into a straddling position, holding you up and kissing you softly. 'well, that hasn't happened before,' you say against his lips.
'no, it hasn't,' spencer says, a proud grin at his ability to make you squirt displayed on his face. 'but i certainly hope it'll happen again.'
when taking a shower with spencer, things get a little slippery and soapy, and to both of your surprise, it's a very happy accident...
wc: 1.1k.
content & tw: smut. just smut. shower sex, anal sex (f receiving), a little bit of praise.
a/n: i'm not the biggest fan of this one but i tried my best.
after a long day of work, when spencer came home he was sweaty, gross and ready for a long shower. the moment he walked thru the door, groaned and immediately told you he needed to relax under a hot stream of water, the corners of your cheeks lifted and you decided to join him.
now, ten minutes later, you're standing together, surrounded by steam, with spencer washing your hair. he softly massages your scalp as you stand with your back to him, his fingers running thru your hair.
'i thought you were the one who needed to relax, baby,' you say slowly, completely melting into his touches. you hear spencer exhale as he smiles, 'well, i guess i just can't help but treat you like a princess.'
he grabs the shower head from it's handle and rinses out your hair, the shampoo running down your body to be washed down the drain. when he hangs back the showerhead and turns back to you, he steps closer to your body, pressing himself up to you.
he leans down to kiss your shoulder, his arms reaching around your body to hold you. you move your head to the side, giving him better access to your neck, and he happily takes the hint, pressing his lips to the soft skin beneath your ear before gently biting down. you smile, feeling his cock grow harder against your ass as his hands roam your body.
'is there something else you'd like to treat me to?' you ask, grinning softly with your eyes closed. spencer smiles against your skin, moving one hand to your shoulder and softly pushing you forward, bending you over. 'well, there are a few things i could think of,' he says, his voice growing husky as you press your ass against his crotch.
he keeps his hand on your shoulder, using his other hand to position the head of his cock with your entrance. the combination of the hot water, shampoo and your excitement make it a slippery task, and when you feel spencers tip pressing against your asshole you gasp and instinctively jump forward.
spencer gasps loudly as you turn around to face him. 'fuck, baby, i didn't... that wasn't...' he says, his cheeks growing even redder than they already were from the steam. you let out a giggle on a breath and wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers thru his wet hair.
as you stare into his hazel eyes you lean in to kiss him, pressing your lips to his lovingly. 'don't worry, my love,' you say between kisses, 'i know you'd never do that without asking me first.'
spencer smiles against your lips, letting out a breath of relief. 'i'm sorry, baby. i get it if you just wanna get out of the shower,' he says, an apologetic look in his eyes.
'oh, no,' you say, planting one more kiss on his lips before slowly turning around again, pressing your ass to his crotch. 'i don't wanna get out at all. in fact, if you'd want, i'd like you to finish what you started.'
spencer gasps, placing both his hands on either one of your asscheeks, squeezing them softly as he pulls you closer to him. 'i mean,' he says, his voice darker, that sense of embarrassment from seconds ago entirely gone, 'if you wanna try something new, i'm entirely up for that.'
you smile, leaning against the cold tile of the shower, excitement and slight nerves mixing in your lower stomach. you feel his tip softly pressing against your back entrance, but this time you're fully prepared, not pulling away from him.
spencer softly presses into you, the feeling foreign but so good. his breathing is heavy and ragged. you gasp, and reach back to hold his hand. 'no, no, don't stop,' you say, panting softly as spencer stills behind you, 'ju- just go slowly.'
he follows your instructions, pressing deeper and deeper into you at a torturing but perfectly slow pace. you've never felt full like this, and in a way it feels more intimate than what you've ever felt before.
as you feel him pressed all the way inside of you, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. 'you okay?' spencer asks with a breathy voice. you can't see his face, but you know his eyes are dark and hungry.
'yes, it's... it's really good. just start slowly, okay?' you say, still holding onto his hand behind you. spencer slowly pulls back before moving back into you again. 'fuck,' you say on a breath. he settles into a gentle pace, testing out his movements. you feel his hand shake as he controls himself.
you stand up straighter, pushing your back against his chest. he wraps his arms around you, one hand moving to your lower stomach, the other reaching for your breast, softly teasing the soft tissue, rolling your nipple in between his fingers.
he leans his head down, kissing your shoulder. you feel his breathing on your skin, shocky and ragged. 'fuck, baby... it's- it's so tight...' he says in a husky tone. you wrap your arm around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. 'faster, please spencer, faster,' you moan, your eyes falling shut.
having spencer in your pussy was intense as is, but having him stretch out your ass, you feel your orgasm already building. spencer speeds up his pace, reaching all the right places inside of you. he moves his hand from your lower stomach down to your clit, rubbing circles that match the pace of his thrust.
'fuck, spence, i'm so close... feels... feels so good... i'm so fucking full...' you whimper, pulling on his hair as your muscles start to clench up. 'i know, baby, i'm right there with you,' spencer says behind you as he throws his head back. low groans sound behind you.
'f-fuck,' spencer moans, the sensual sound of his voice being enough to send you soaring. your orgasms slams into you like a brick wall, your entire body tenses up as you see stars. the tightening of your muscles sends spencer over the edge. he groans, his thrusts become frenzied and less controlled and it's not long before you feel him spilling inside of you.
he stills behind you, moving his arms to simply hold you gently. you stay like that for a minute, both catching your breath. you turn your head and are met with a soft smile on spencers face. you give him a smile of your own in return before pressing your lips to his.
you run your fingers thru his hair. 'well, did that help relaxing you?' you ask, a proud grin on your face. spencer laughs, showering your face with kisses.
'oh, baby. i haven't felt this relaxed in months.'
In attempts to catch a crazed stalker intent on having you all to himself, the team sends you and Spencer into the field posing as a loving couple in hopes to draw out the unsub, and perhaps residual feelings as wellโฆ
Warnings:
Drinking, canon-typical violence, some minor cursing
Word Count: 2.5k
Genre: Minor angst with happy ending
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โThis unsub presents with OCD-like tendencies; when things donโt align with his idea of how they should be, he feels an overwhelming need to fix it.โ
โAnd as weโve seenโฆโ Morgan paused to survey the room, โwill even resort to violent means to do so.โ You fiddled with your fingernail polish in the conference room as the rest of the team ran-down the details of the case, each clack of the clock sending your imagination further spiraling.
โThis unsub has taken a particular interest in (y/n) and Spencerโsโฆโ Rossi glanced at you both, eyes darting between you and Spencer in the mere split second that he stalled, โperceived relationship.โ
โPrevious letters that he has sent to the BAU state that it is โunnaturalโ and โwrongs must be rightedโโ. You shifted in your seat, hoping that the movement didnโt reflect concern on your end. You didnโt want to send the impression that you could ever be flustered by such a social degenerate with nothing better to do than stalk and nefariously matchmake strangers in the name of order. You didnโt want anyone to know that you were even slightly nervous. But of course you were nervous. There were death threats on your door, a faulty pipe bomb in your bathtub, notes to the BAU that begged the question what psycho was so concerned about your relationship status as he would go so far as to murder other men as a way to relieve the hatred he felt for Spencer Reid supposedly โtaking his placeโ? You had no other choice but to be nervous.
โAdditionally.โ JJ began, โ Our unsub has found particular interest in (y/n), whom he believes to be soulmates with and will go to extreme lengths to feel connected to.โ She clicked at the remote, panning the screen through crime scene photos from earlier, men killed and dumped out in the open, supposedly so you could find them. You shuddered and turned from the images and Spencer took the time to ghost his fingertips over your knuckles, a gentle and common way he has learned to calm you down. You looked at him, yet filled with the impression of observers, you tore your gaze from his equally fixated eyes. Something about the moment felt so intimate, despite seeming so insignificant. He only touched your knuckles, rubbing his middle finger over your index joint, occasionally drifting down your tendon, yet it felt so exposing and wrong you had to pull your hand away. You shot him a quick smile, hoping to mend the disappointment.
"He has yet to appear in plain sight, however,โ Morgan shifted his weight, โWe are hoping that our plan will draw him out.โ He turned his gaze to Hotch, as if to say โcontinueโ.
โ(y/n) will go out into the field accompanied by Reid.โ Your heart leapt when he said it. โThey will go to the club that our unsub has been said to frequent, disguised as a couple.โ That really made your heart leap. It felt so silly, being more nervous about interacting with your best friend than going into the field with a crazy obsessed murderer, yet the words โRiedโ and โcoupleโ in the same sentence made you tense up quite a bit. โWe are hoping that this will set him off just enough to make an appearance, giving us the chance to take him into custody.โ
For the first time since you sat down at the table, you turned your body to look at Spencer. He was messing with his hands at the table, head down, fully engrossed in thought. You wondered what he was thinking about. You always did. You wondered if you made him feel the same way he made you feel, but you dispelled the thought as Hotch dismissed the team to began preparing for your sting operation.
~~~
The club was dark. You wondered how the unsub would even see you here, however, Rossi assured you that he would come and he would see you on a date with Spencer. Date. You sort of hoped it was real, and not a ploy to catch a killer, but you would take what you could get. You and Spencer were sat at the bar in the middle of the room, practically lit by a spotlight. It was almost too obvious. Spencer turned, knees hitting the counter due to his height.
โAre you nervous?โ He internally cursed himself for the question. Of course you were nervous. A serial killer was after you. He just wanted to try and make you feel better in any way he could. You read his concern like a book.
โA little bit, I think so, Iโve never done this before.โ
โHave a killer after you?โ
โBe on a date.โ The admission was slightly embarrassing, even in front of your best friend, but you were 22 and had never been on a date before. Maybe you should have been more adventurous in high school.
โWait, how?!โ Spencer raised his voice in genuine shock.
โWhat do you mean? No one wanted to date the weird kid in high school.โ
โYeah but, youโre so pretty!โ He froze, praying you didnโt see the heat rise in his cheeks. You did.
โWhat?โ
โIโm sorry I didnโt mean to-โ
โNo its ok! It just caught me off guard thatโs all.โ
โSay it again,โ A muffled voice came across your ear pieces, you picked out that it was Rossiโs. You completely forgot that you were being listened to.
โWhat?โ Spencer quietly responded.
โWe have eyes on our unsub. Heโs looking at you. We need him to hear you guys, so turn it up a notch.โ You looked up at each other simultaneously.
โGot it thank you Rossi.โ You touched your ear piece, passing it off as pushing your hair behind your ear.
โI-I mean you are really pretty, I just,โ Spencer took this time to take a big sip of his drink at the bar table. You did the same. โIt kind of surprised me thatโs all.โ He swallowed hard and you put your hand to his forearm, exposed by his rolled up sleeves.
โItโs ok, Iโm gonna make it easy for you, hm?โ You lowered your voice and looked up at him giving him a slight nod. He nodded in response, happy for you to relieve the pressure from him. You proceeded to unbutton your top an extra button, fluffing up your hair as you shrunk the gap between you two.
โW-what are you doing.โ He whispered, his voice turning up in the end.
โMaking it easy for you!โ You looked up at him, doe eyes peering through your lashes as you rubbed his arm, a habit you had adopted years before, yet it never felt so intimate until now. Spencer took the hint as well, smiling gingerly, ghosting a hand atop your exposed waist, almost as if he were afraid of breaking you. He had also done this many times before, however you both felt something not so platonic rising within you.
โI wasnโt lying, when I said you were pretty,โ His large hand cupped your waist, fingertips innocently prodding at your waistband. Your hand snaked up to his bicep, feeling your heart rate rise in your pulse. โI meant it.โ
โSpence, I-โ
โI did!โ His eyes widened, his tell that said โI mean itโ. โI see you every day at work and I think that youโve just come from some beautiful night out with some guy way cooler than me.โ Spencer grabbed a piece of your hair between his free hand, observing it with his fingertips. Following his lead, you pushed a stray piece of hair away from his dark eyes, feeling his gaze deepen.
โI can promise you Doctor, no man has ever taken me out for a โbeautiful nightโโ. You could swear you saw relief in his eyes.
โItโs so weird to me. Your soft hair, your contagious laugh, the way that you are so considerate, the way that I canโt take my eyes off of you,โ He surveyed your face. โHow could someone not see how beautiful you are?โ It was your turn to go slack-jawed, unable to pull your eyes off of the words leaving his lips.
โSpence, I,โ You pulled your hand to his cheek. โI think youโre pretty too.โ This was quiet. The unsub couldnโt hear your voice this low. This was for only Spencer to hear. Quickly and almost against your judgement, your bodies pulled together. It was painfully and at the same time beautifully slow; A speed that said โI know what Iโm doing and I know what I wantโ. Your lips barely brushed against each other. Your eyes closed and the world was dark yet suddenly so full of light. He didnโt want to break you, or taint the beautiful innocence he felt on your skin, he thought, you were too good for it. Yet his body pulled him closer into you, lips moving in untroubled unison, a way that spoke volumes in the silence between you. You grabbed his face and pulled him closer, shutting out the world, shutting out the unsub, shutting out the observant breathing in your earpiece. You felt years of unspoken feeling poured into you, as his language began to ignore your setting.
โ(y/n), Reid, Heโs left the club and heโs angry, you need to pursue him.โ Hotchโs voice dug into your ear as you and Spencer ripped yourselves away from each other. A look of regret was exchanged before you quickly exited the club.
~~~
It was much darker outside and your eyes tried their hardest to adjust to the sudden change in light. The dry dirt beneath you was kicked up as you and Spencer ran towards the unsubโs vehicle you were briefed on hours before. You let Spencer advance to the car as you watched the woods that sat just beyond the headlights. A good place for an unsub to hide you thought. Just as Spencer turned to give you the all clear, a swift arm wrapped around your neck and cold metal pressed against your temple.
โDrop the gun!โ The unsub yelled and it stung your ears as you flinched. โI said drop the gun!โ
โOk, ok, Im putting it down ok?โ You fearfully dropped your gun to the ground, feeling the reality of the situation set it. He kicked the gun away, eyes now moving to a horrified Spencer, gun poised to shoot.
โPut the gun down.โ Spencerโs voice dropped into a deep, demanding tone of a person you had never seen before.
โYou took her from me!โ The unsubโs spit flew as he choked out more and more accusations. โI saw your little show in the club there,โ his voice tensed. โI donโt take kindly to people disrespecting me like that.โ Spencer cocked his gun, zeroing in on the unsub, waiting for a clear shot.
โShe isnโt yours.โ
โReid, (y/n), is everything alright?โ Hotchโs concern soaked through your ear piece as the unsubโs grip on your neck tightened.
โSheโs mine you bastard!โ The unsub shouted his foul cry.
โNo she isnโt.โ Spencer snapped. โWhat is her favorite color?โ
โIโm sorry?โ The unsub was clearly not keen on playing Spencerโs game, and you were equally confused and terrified.
โItโs light purple. Not plum, not eggplant. Light purple. See, you wouldnโt know that because you donโt know her like you think you do.โ
โI know where she lives you dumbass! I know all I need to know!โ
โPlease, any low level data miner can find someoneโs address, but, you donโt know that she only wears her hair up when itโs over 75 degrees outside, and, every winter, she takes out a 5 year old pink sweater from grad school, because she doesnโt like to spend money on things she doesnโt really need.โ You listened to Spencer draw out information you didnโt even recognize about yourself. โShe also hates black coffee, hates Splenda even more, and wears socks without lines because they feel too weird.โ The unsubโs grip loosened as you felt the gun on your temple falter.
โSee, you think you know about (y/n), but the truth is, she will never love you, and the only rings you're going to see are the oneโs around your wrist when they put you away.โ The unsub paused and, in the split second that he faltered, Spencer snapped his gaze to your own, an unspoken nod, as you kicked the unsubโs shins as hard as you could, falling to the ground as the sound of a gun went off.
Your ears were ringing. You didnโt want to open your eyes or check your body for wounds. You wanted to wait as long as you could before seeing the difference between life and death dripping from your head, and yet, you were there. You were alive.
Spencer flung his gun to the ground throwing himself at your place on the dirt parking lot, trembling hands at your ears trying steady your shaky breath. You yelped as he touched you, pulling you into his arms rocking you back and forth as if to say โIโm sorryโ, as if to say โI should have been more carefulโ, as if to say โI love youโ.
โIโm here, Itโs over now,โ he whispered into your ear, grabbing your hands in his own. โBreathe, itโs ok, breathe,โ You inhaled and exhaled on his cue as the team flooded in to handle the rest.
You didnโt know how long you sat there on the ground with Spencer. All you remembered were the soft kisses he planted on your tussled hair, and the warmth his body exuded in the cold autumn air. All he could say was โIโm sorryโ, and all you could say was โThank youโ.
~~~
Spencer walked you back to the ambulance. They checked you out and, seeing no signs of injury, released you to go home. Spencer never left your side. You picked at your thumbs sticking out of the huge emergency blanket the medics gave you.
โI didnโt know you noticed all of that stuff,โ You cracked out a quiet sputter of words from your swollen throat. โI barely ever did.โ
โI guess itโs the profiler in me,โ He stopped for a second. โOr maybe the fact that I just canโt take my eyes off of you.โ He looked up at your red face. You could only laugh, a small, understanding breath that broke the tension between you. โIโm serious! Itโs like, when youโre in the room I canโt focus, Itโs like, like-โ
โLike I canโt make myself act normal when youโre around,โ
โExactly,โ You didnโt need words to speak what came next. A gentle hand on your cheek pressed icy fingertips into your jaw.
Spencer, youโre freezing! Come here,โ You opened up your blanked, beckoning him to sit at your side. He rested his head on your shoulder, taking your hands in his own, slowly turning to place a gentle kiss on your temple. A warm, understanding kiss that said โI will never let a gun touch any part of you again, no one will hurt youโ. You sat for a moment before Hotch took you away to take a statement. At this time, Rossi strode over to Spencerโs seat on the back of the ambulance.
โGood job out there.โ He gave Spencer a knowing glance. โKeep protecting her Reid.โ Spencer nodded eagerly.
โOf course sir.โ
โIm serious. She was meant to be yours.โ
A/N: Thanks for reading! Itโs been a fat minute since Iโve posted any writing! I hope you enjoyed it, and if notโฆ I donโt know, thatโs just not my problem.
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