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ok ok ok i see this lingerie set all the time on instagram and ive always wondered how spencer would react you buying/wearing it if you are doing fic requests 👀
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ANGEL • S. REID X READER
fem reader; fingering; kissing; praise and compliments; description of the linked lingerie above; mentions of alcohol consumption; spencer loves you; ~1.5k words
“You look pretty today,” Spencer tells you, breaking the lull in conversation. You’re watching a movie — though neither of you are really paying attention by now, wrapped up in soft whispers and gentle loving caresses.
You shy from the attention, burying your face in his shoulder.
“Really!” His voice pitches up a little. “You’re beautiful,”
You smile into his skin, curling into his chest fully. “Thank you, Spence,”
He hums when you press a kiss to the column of his throat, relaxing as you place more and more on him. “Do you always get so affectionate when complimented?”
You shake your head and meet his eyes, head a mess of affection and want for the man in front of you. “Just when I really like the person they're from…” you mumble, toying with the bottom of your shirt as you look down. “‘nd when I’m a little wine drunk.”
Spencer laughs softly, fondly, sits up enough to press his lips to yours. He’s been drinking some, too, but he always cuts himself off early and has a higher tolerance. You sigh, curl your fingers into his shoulders and move forward without breaking contact. You slide into his lap, head tilting as he deepens the kiss easily, fingers kneading and rolling the soft flesh of your thighs as he guides your rhythm.
Each time you push for it to move, he pulls back slightly with a smile, looks at you so sweet, and then he kisses you slowly. So slowly. You want nothing more than for him to speed up, but the syrupy and molasses-like slowness and sweetness has heat bubbling up in your core. Without even realizing it, you’re sighing into his kiss, letting out soft gasping sounds of need as you seek friction — hips grinding small circles against him, pressure increasing as you find just the right angle.
He makes no moves to stop you, but he doesn’t help you either. Eventually, he can’t stop smiling against you and pulls back just enough to look down at the needy circles you’re making against him. Spencer swallows, words dying on his tongue when you shudder, a bolt of pleasure making you dig your nails into his shoulders more harshly. He winces but allows it, pressing forward with more urgency and a deeper kiss. He groans against you when your movements brush against his arousal and you quiver in his grip, muscles tense and skin hot like a live wire.
“Spencer,” you whisper, unable to stop your rocking even then.
“Honey,” his voice is gravely and low, eyes darker as he studies you. He’s watching every small change to your expression as you grind against him, and you whine when he restrains himself from guiding you — he clearly wants to, hands tightening on your hips to the point you know you’ll have bruises.
“More,” you rush out the plea in a sigh, pulling at his shirt. “Anything, just want you.”
“You have me.” Spencer reassures, voice thick. He clears his throat. “I’m all yours, angel girl.”
The pet name spurs you, lips quirking up in a smile. He catches it, brows raising as he licks his own lips.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you’re a terrible liar, even more so when you’re lying to a behavior analyst (you prefer to call him a mind reader), and your long-term boyfriend.
“Really?” He humors you, tempering his smile to look more neutral. “Nothing you want to tell me?”
“Nope!” You chirp, too eager. You guide his hands from your stilled hips to the zipper of hoodie. “Something to show you.”
“I thought there was nothing,” Spencer hums teasingly, slowly tugging the cool metal down your body. His remarks die on his tongue as you shrug the fabric back off your shoulders and down, revealing the lingerie you’d bought.
There’s a ribbon over your breasts, presenting a perfect present to him, a mesh window below it to peer into your cleavage. The ribbon guides his eyes down your waist, and he wonders what the panties look like beneath your shorts.
Spencer searches your face briefly, catching your smile as his eyes fall helplessly back to your chest. “So…– so pretty,” he manages, stumbling over the words. He raises his hands to trail the ribbon and press against the thin mesh window, feeling the weight and heat of your skin through the sheer fabric.
“You like it?” You ask, more so to force words out of him than for reassurance.
He snaps his gaze to your face and nods, kissing you quickly. “You’re perfect, angel. All dolled up like a present,” he slides one bra strap off your shoulder and kisses the skin as he lets it fall. “My perfect gift,”
He tells you often you’re all he ever wants, and as much as that frustrates you when you’re trying to buy him a birthday present, it serves now as a stoke to the flames of your desire. All he wants is you and your beauty, all he can think of is your body.
He unclasps the back of the bra, tugging the ribbon playfully in a pretend untying before tugging it from you. His head dips, pressing kisses and sucking on the sensitive skin. Not enough to leave marks, you always complained about the tenderness, but enough that you arch up into the heat of his mouth and tug him closer by his hair.
“Spencer,” you whisper. “Wanna see my panties?”
He exhales softly, like the amused snort he does through his nose. “Would I ever say no?”
You tilt your head at him. “Well, sorry I wanted explicit consent,”
Spencer shakes his head fondly, kissing your cheek. “Thank you, honey. But yes, I want to see. I want to see all of you,”
You stand and turn so he gets the best sight of your panties as you slide the shorts down — the ribbon over your butt, the smaller strip of fabric that cups the flesh in a way that accentuates every piece of you. You twirl and he presses a kiss to your stomach. It’s ticklish, makes you giggle, and his chin digs into your skin a little as he looks up at you, tracing shapes on your inner thighs so lightly it almost stings from the sensitivity.
You blink at him and he only huffs a laugh, trailing up to the wet patch on your panties. Your knees buckle a little, but he catches you like he always does, guides you back down to him and his mouth. You kiss him like he’s the air you need, whining softly in the back of your throat as he snaps the waistband of the white fabric against you before tugging them to the side. The simultaneous friction of the fabric and his fingers, finding purchase and a rhythm in your slickness, has you shuddering.
His fingers are always calloused perfectly for this, giving a roughness that contrasts the gentle crook of his fingers and the methodical pace, a perfect mind-numbing mix of everything him. His gentleness betrays him even when you ask him to be rougher; in stolen and short kisses; the affectionate brush of his hand over your insecurities and most sensitive skin; in the way he adjusts perfectly to your non-verbal tells before you even know to voice something.
He’s perfectly attuned to you and your body.
“You’re dripping,” Spencer whispers, awed, and you realize then the sloppy sounds your cunt makes on his hand. You squirm but he shushes you, clicking his tongue. “Such a good girl. Always so ready and willing,”
You whine, grinding down into the palm of his hand as he crooks his fingers just right and eases just that bit further into you. You clench at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut when you can’t handle the sight of his pretty face and intentness on your pleasure in tandem with the feeling anymore.
“Come on,” he urges. “Let go for me,”
He keeps working you, thumb rolling your clit in a mind-numbing tempo that perfectly offsets and melds with his fingers.
“There you go,” he whispers, awed, as your body arches and tenses as the pleasure crescendos and crashes into you in waves, leaving you whimpering and chest heaving as you try to come back from the sea. Spencer’s got you, as he always does, kissing your sweat-slicked skin and whispering praises, a soothing thumb (the clean one) running over your cheek into your nuzzle into his hand. “You did so well, angel,”
You reach for his sweatpants, but he presses back just out of reach. “Give yourself a second.”
“But I want you,” you urge, and Spencer only smiles, unabashed and unreserved fondness.
“And you’ll have it. I’m not going anywhere.”
trying something new both in writing style and characterization bc i am frustrated with how i do both 🫡
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body warmth
you and the team were on a case in illinois,, and it was winter. meaning it was freezing to say the least. you and spencer were roomies per usual. but the one thing you both noticed apon checking into your room was how freaking cold it was. it wasn’t like a little bit chilly it genuinely felt like you were in a freezer. you and spencer shared a glance and then you commented ‘im about to freeze my tits off’. to which he chuckled ‘i’ll call down to front desk and see if they can turn the heater on maybe?’. he made a call,, it went unanswered. he tried again,, and again and then he went down to see what the deal was. turns out the heater wasn’t working and that was that. as spencer broke the news to you,, you plonked onto the bed and whined. fast forward to 10pm. you had enjoyed a warm shower and now you were in your pyjamas tucked into the bed,, shivering ever so slightly. spencer was looking at you,, you felt his gaze on you and before you could say anything he was up and beside you,, he tucked himself in and wrapped himself around you. the feeling of his body heat against yours was enough to make you orgasm right then and there. he started going on about some study on how cuddling increases body heat and reduces health risks and you were more than happy to listen. you rest your forehead against his as you both exchange sloppy kisses,, sweet soft giggles inbetweeen your kisses. it wasn’t the first time you and spencer shared a moment like that,, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
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prompt: ‘I think I forgot what human contact felt like’.
spencer was off. you could tell. you knew spencer like a book,, cover to blurb.spencer isn’t going on his usual rambles,, he was sat on the jet reading. not unlike him but considering his behaviour pervious to boarding u knew something was up. you sat next to him and smiled ‘what’s up spence ur not urself’. he looked puzzled before responding ‘it’s nothing y/n’. you knew it wasn’t nothing. ‘i know your not okay spence’ you smiled whilst grabbing his hand. physical touch was foreign to spencer. he never received it throughout his life. so as the years past he found himself yearning for it. he looked down at ur hand interlinked with his. ‘do you want a cuddle,, when im sad that always cheers me up’ you ask him. spencer looks at you like you just told him you had 3 boobs. he looked confused. his expression of confusion turned to one of excitement almost. his face turned a bright red. ‘I-uhm are you sure i mean everyones here y/n and we’ll uhm i-‘ his voice was going 98347474 miles a second. ‘spencer,, it’s okay since when do u care what others think,, just come here’ you opened your arms and spencer shuffled towards you. reluctant at first he wrapped his arms around you. you held him close as he burried his head into the crook of your neck,, taking in the scent of your hair. you felt the teams eyes on you but that was the least of your concerns right now. spencer had a small smile arising. you played with his beautiful curls,, it almost felt surreal to be holding the most perfect boy in your arms. you thought spencer was dozing off until you heard him say ‘I think I forgot what human contact felt like’ before letting out a truly adorable giggle. you felt your heart dance at the sound of his giggle. knowing that you were a safe space to spencer made you feel ways u had never felt before. ‘im glad i can model the wonders of human touch for you’ you giggle out. ‘we should do this more often spence your a better cuddles than i anticipated’.
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nightmare
note: i hate this,, but none the less i hope you guys enjoy🩷
hotch assigned you and spencer to share a room on a case yet again. you both got along really well,, you considered him a best friend. spencer is the one person who just gets you,, you can be yourself around. the two of you always find yourselves sat next to eachother,, walking side by side and hugging too long for it to just be ‘platonic’. you both arrived back into the hotel room after a long work day. your room had 2 single beds,, as you arrived in a few minutes after spencer he was unpacking his small duffle bag,, the sight was adorable. ‘hi spence’ y/n smiled. ‘hey y/n’. as the night went on you both changed into your pyjamas and settled into your beds. 2am rolled around and you shot up from your sleep panting. you had another nightmare,, they were common for you but nonetheless horrific. spencer shot out of bed and sat himself next to you ‘hey,, hey what’s wrong’ his voice laced with concern as he wrapped his arms around you. ‘sorry it’s just,, one of my uhm nightmares’ y/n was embarrassed she had woke spencer up and he could tell. he sighed ‘scoot over im sleeping with you tonight. I’m not leaving you by yourself not like this’. ‘you really don’t hav-‘ spencer cut you off,, ‘im not leaving you’ he lays next to you and pulls you against his chest,, your legs were intertwined with his and he was a good cuddles you had to admit. right before you fell asleep spencer whispered ‘your safe now i promise’. you mumbled out a very sleepy ‘i love you’.
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prompt: ‘your ridiculously comfortable you know that’
emily walked into y/n’s hotel room,, this was nothing out of the ordinary for the two they were extremely close. y/n was sat on her bed and she looked as though,, for lack of a better word that she was contemplating life. emily hadn’t seen her like this before,, it was strange. y/n who was normally full of life and giggles was sat silently with tear stains on her face. emily wasn’t sure how to handle this. sure she comforts victims and survivors daily with her job but it was different somehow. she didn’t want to mess things up with y/n. she sat next to her. ‘y/n what happened?’. emilys voice was so gentle and soft,, enough to make you melt. y/n chuckled as a tear spilled down her cheek ‘whats not wrong’. emily frowned and she pulled y/n into a tight hug. time passed and somehow the two ended up intertwined in bed together *not in THAT way* but in a rather endearing soft way. they shared smiles,, warmth and soft touches that lasted too long not to just mean nothing. the night progressed into emilys head burried into y/ns chest. ‘your ridiculously comfortable you know that’ emily giggles out. y/n smiles and presses another soft kiss to emilys temple.
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prompt: ‘your wearing my shirt?’
y/n slowly woke up from her slumber to see spencer wasn’t where she last saw him. she fell asleep in his arms but the space beside her in the bed was empty. She got up and threw on one of spencers t-shirts before making her way through his apartment into his kitchen. she crept around the corner only to see spencer reading a book and drinking a cup of coffee. spencer looked up at y/n with the purest smile. ‘your wearing my shirt?’. ‘oh i uhm- i hope you don’t mind i just needed to through something on cause i woke up u weren’t there i wanted to see-‘ before y/n could finish spencer chuckled ‘your not being interrogated,, i like seeing you like this’ he wraps his arms around her placing a kiss to her forehead.
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prompt :’im tired, just cuddle me’
you and spencer hadnt exactly made things ‘offical’ but you weren’t just friends either,, no ‘friends’ were doing what you two were. hotch knew the both of you were close and paired you two together to share a room whilst on your most recent case. once he announced that morgan began his usual teasing followed with jj jumping in full mom mode and telling him to knock it off. you and spencers faces growing crimson as you caught each others eyes. the team all went about doing their own things whilst spencer smiled awkwardly at you,, ‘i uhm look foward to spending some time with you’ he mumbled. ‘same here spence’. he smiled at your response before the two of you went about the rest of your day trying to tackle the unsub. long story short it was a long,, shitty,, hard,, lonesome day. you walked into the room barley able to carry yourself,, the lump in your throat feeling thick as ever. spencer was laying on his bed. there was 2 single beds in the hotel room. he smiled as he noticed you entered. he was already in his plad pyjamas laying neatly tucked into bed reading a book. your heart ached at the sight of him,, you imagined yourself coming home to this every night but you felt your cheeks boil at the thought. what you didnt realise was that the effect your day had on you was showing on your face and attitude because spencers face went from one of content to worried but also nurturing. ‘hey’ he says,, ‘hi’ you respond,, your voice raspy. ‘long day huh?’. ‘yeah’ your voice was barley above a whisper. spencer knew what was up. he got out of bed and marched towards you,, without even thinking about it he pulled you into his arms holding you close. a few moments passed by and you were just in his arms,, it felt so comforting,, so right. he pulls away and looks at you with such a soft look on his face. the words ‘im tired just cuddle me’ came out of your mouth before you could even think about it. spencer chuckles and blushes at your fowardness but before you could say a word he chuckles, ‘put your pyjamas on and then we can talk cuddles’. you swiftly nod and throw on your pyjamas. checking yourself in the mirror trying to pull yourself together but on the other hand aching and moving so fast just to be back in his arms. you take a deep breath and walk into your shared room, you lay next to him on his bed and shifts himself so that your laying on top of his chest. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead ‘goodnight y/n’. you mutter ‘night Spence’ before you both practically pass out.
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chalk kisses
note: hi angelfaces!! i haven’t been writing for long so this is a tad bit goofy and the spellings probably horrendous but nonetheless i hope it’s enjoyable! any requests or recommendations please message me x
‘cmon i know what’ll cheer you up’ spencer says as you walk hand in hand down a path. you don’t know where your going, what’s in store but one thing your sure of is that you trust spencer. and that no matter where you end up as long as your together all will be well. you notice him sit down quite aburuptly onto the curb and open his notorious satchel. you must have pulled a confused face because the reassuring smile of spencers your all too familiar with spreads across his face yet again. ‘sit here baby’ he says as he pats the space beside him. you sit anxiously anticipating what spencer has instore for you. ‘i know you’ve been saying how you want to go back in time feel like a little kid again, and we’ll we both know that’s not possible so i decided to bring a peice of childhood to you’. you raise your eyebrows until you see spencer pull out a pack of chalk from his satchel. he picks out your favourite colour and hands it to you. he takes some chalk and begins painting the pavement with doodles. you intituavly do aswell. minutes blur into hours as you both giggle and share sweet soft kisses as you both relive a part of your childhood.
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bad day??
note: hi angels!! this is like my first proper time writing so please ignore any typos or anything like that!! if you have any requests PLEASE comment them or message me!! enjoy this (if that’s even possible xx)
todays case was particularly difficult. the unsub was just so unpredictable it was hard to make a real profile. all around the case was a nightmare. you had been ‘seeing’ your middle aged,, grey haired,, stylish coworker emily for a little over a month now. things were still in the early days so you hadnt launched things in the office yet, wanting to test the waters first. emily knew something was off. you were quiet. something you usually werent. you were sat at your desk finishing up your paper work not having your usual playful banter with tara and jj. you were silent as the two chatted and giggled. you felt emilys glare on you but your mind was elsewhere. the other two women finished up soon after and said their goodbyes. you still sat working. by working i mean sitting and staring into the screen of the computer letting your anxiety’s and doubts consume you. emily noticed this. she approached you. ‘that case got to you huh?’. before you could even respond you felt your face respond for you. tears spilled down your cheeks as you barley choked out the words ‘im sorry’. emily chuckled ‘sorry?? sorry for what’,, she wrapped her arms around you. her floral scent floded your nose and you felt home. ‘your okay, you will be okay’ she cooed as she pressed light kisses to your forehead. emily held you for what felt like hours before she whispered ‘let me take you home’. before you could argue she had your hands intertwined as you walked out together to the carpark.
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i would pay a million trillion dollars for an older man to hold me like this just once 🥲 ˚｡⋆
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living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts
WOULD'VE, COULD'VE, SHOULD'VE — Taylor Swift
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