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ddejavvu · 2 years

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ok this is a bit complicated so bare with me

spence is a medical doctor but still works at the bau. the bau have to get like an annual medical test and one of them is a blood test.

moreid centric so reid is the one drawing the blood and morgan's scared of them. (derek said that he's gonna pass out and spence said things like i can take your blood when you're unconciouss") emily, jj, and everyone is watching and laughing but derek's nearly having a panic attack. spence then ordered everyone to get out and calm him down. he stopped mocking him and just being so gentle with him like he handle a lil kid who's afraid of needle.

this is kinda complicated and i just taught ab it in my daydreams lol it would mean a lot if you can write it for me, you dont have to though. luv ur writings, ty!!

<3 moreid <3 omg i want more characterxcharacter requests

"Spencer," As if the lack of professionality in using Spencer's first name wasn't evidence enough that Derek was panicking, his eyes were wide and intense too, locked on the needle in Spencer's hand, "I'm not kidding. I'm gonna pass out."

"It doesn't matter," Spencer shrugged, a soft smirk on his lips as he watched the usually cool, calm, and collected officer fall apart, "I can still draw blood even if you're unconscious."

Derek's eyes snapped shut, a grimace taking over his expression. And suddenly, it didn't seem funny. The shallow breathing that the man exhibited no longer seemed like grandiose dramatics put on for entertainment purposes, to get a few laughs. Instead they seemed real, ragged, and desperate.

The tightening of his muscles didn't seem like an effort to show them off, instead, his chest was stiff and his arms were pressed up against the wall behind him, holding on for dear life.

The way he'd scrambled up and out of the chair wasn't Morgan making Reid's job more difficult, it was Reid making Morgan's life more difficult.

Spencer finally snapped out of his discerning trance, hearing JJ's voice from across the room, "Oh, come on, you big baby. It's just a shot."

"Yeah," Penelope giggled, "I've seen seven year-olds take that more gracefully than you."

"Jack was better than this at three." Hotch piped up, an amused, seldom-seen smirk on his face.

"Guys," Reid spoke up, his voice much less light and airy than before, now grounded and strong, "Enough."

He didn't think he'd ever spoken with that much raw authority to his coworkers before. Sure, he'd given orders, he'd interrogated suspects, but he'd never silenced his team with two words before.

"Reid, we were-"

"Just give me a minute alone with him." Spencer glanced back at Derek, who was tracking everyone's movements with anxious eyes.

His coworkers, blissfully unaware and unrelating to the raw panic radiating off of Derek, shared a confused look. One by one, they stood, faces much more serious than when they'd been taunting Derek only moments ago. A few even mumbled out a mediocre apology to Spencer, as if he was the one that needed it.

"Derek," Spencer mirrored the man's former unprofessionalism, his voice soft and gentle as he set the needle down, stepping forwards a few steps, "I'm sorry for teasing you."

"It's stupid," Derek gritted out, his chest still heaving, "Hotch said- I'm in my thirties."

"It's not stupid," Spencer shook his head, walking closer and closer to Derek, "It's a phobia. I'm sorry I didn't realize before, I thought you were messing around."

"Don't apologize," Derek shook his head, screwing his eyes shut again, "I just- I can't do this."

"You have to," Spencer grimaced, finally standing in front of Derek, "I'm sorry, I wish there was some other alternative."

"I can't," Derek urged, "You don't understand, my brain won't let me-"

"I do understand." Spencer admitted, "Phobias can be crippling. And any situation seems better than this one right now. But this is mandatory, you have to complete these tests if you want to keep working here. If you don't do it now, you'll have to do it later, and I probably won't be the one administering the shot. Can I please help you with it today? I don't want you to have to do this again."

Spencer swore that he'd never seen Derek look closer to tears without actually crying. His chin was wobbling, his eyes glassy as his fingers clenched into fists to ground himself.

"I'll go slow," Spencer crooned, keeping his voice sweet and soothing, "Or- or fast, if that would help. You call the shots here- sorry, bad phrasing. But you know what I mean, you're in charge. Just because you need to complete the end goal doesn't mean you can't dictate the process."

"Nothing you can do will distract me."

"Actually," Spencer strode back to his desk, picking up an envelope from inside of his drawer, "I think these will keep you entertained for hours."

"What-"

"Baby pictures." Spencer pulled out a thick stack of photos, a slight blush on his face as he looked at the one on the top, "My mom sent them to me the other day. I kept meaning to get them out of here so that no one else could see them, but I guess it's good that I didn't."

"You can't possibly think that a few pictures of you as a kid are gonna distract me from a needle in my arm."

"I'm wearing a tie at age six," Spencer brandished the photo in question, one eyebrow raised, "You just told me the other day that you would bet money that I came out of my mom with a sweater vest on. I thought you'd want to see them. But if you don't want to," Spencer teasingly slipped the photos back into the envelope, heading back for his desk, "I can just-"

"Give me the pictures." Derek sighed, shakily peeling himself off of the wall he'd been leaning against, "Damn you and your stupid little baby glasses."

"I was six," Spencer chuckled, "I wasn't a baby."

"You're still a baby," Derek scoffed, "You're afraid of the dark."

"You're afraid of needles." Spencer deadpanned, leading Derek to his seat, "Did you forget what this was about?"

"Right," Derek sighed, his breath trembling in his throat, "Sorry, I-"

"Don't be sorry," Spencer shushed him, "That means the pictures worked. You were distracted, and you forgot about the shot. Keep looking, I'm pretty sure there's one in there of me reading War and Peace at far too young an age."

"Anything before sixty is far too young to read War and Peace," Derek grumbled, sifting through the photos in his lap "But, uh.. Thanks, Spencer."

Spencer smiled softly, the expression barely discernable as he rolled up the sleeve of Derek's t-shirt, "Just don't tell anyone else about the pictures."

"I can't promise that," Derek laughed incredulously, brandishing a picture of Spencer standing outside his university, two feet shorter and ten years younger than all of the other students there, "I'm keeping this one."

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sp2ncerz · 2 years

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the urge to write moreid hcs is SO strong but i need suggestions

#moreid #moreid fluff #moreid angst #moreid smut #spencer reid #derek morgan #derek morgan x spencer reid

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otakufimi · 1 year

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Imagine Spencer having difficulties with saying I love you to Derek, so he says it first in all the other languages he knows before doing it in english.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #moreid #spencer reid x derek morgan #fluff #headcanon

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the-ragingenby · 7 months

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AO3 Crosspost:

Super, duper short. But it’s pretty soft, so yeah.

@flufftober

Prompt: Cinderella Moment (Replaced with Wearing Each Others Clothes)

~200 words

You Little Thief

“Spence!” Spencer lifted his head a little at the sound of his name, though he didn’t take his eyes off his book.

“Yeah?”

“Have you seen my college sweater? I could almost swear I had it in the closet, but I can’t find it.” Derek appeared in the doorway of the living room before Spencer could even begin to react. He shot Derek a sheepish grin, remembering that he had maybe, sort of, taken the sweater. But it was so damn comfy! And smelled nice and safe. It felt like home.

“Sorry.” He snickered, finally closing his book and setting it on the small coffee table. “Your clothes are comfier than mine.”

Derek sighed, though there was nothing but amusement written on his face. “You little thief. I’m only letting you keep that since you look so cute in it.” Spencer stuck his tongue out at him.

“Yeah, and I’m too cute to say no to.”

“You’re a quick learner.” Derek plopped onto the couch beside Spencer, tugging his boyfriend close. “And you’re always so damn nice to cuddle.”

“You aren’t half bad yourself.” Spencer replied, a teasing smile on his face as he pressed into Derek’s touch.

I want to stay like this forever.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 author #criminal minds #derek morgan #spencer reid #romance #moreid #spencer x derek #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #day 4 #alt day 4 #wearing each other’s clothes #criminal minds fluff #fluff

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bastardbystander · 1 year

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stepping back from my usual ASOIAF posts, I re-posted my Criminal Minds fic for the people !! Snippet below & more tags on ao3 !!

Snippet:

“Are you hard, Love?” he asked, reaching out to trace his finger up Spencer’s thigh.

“N-No,” Spencer said, biting his lip and watching as Derek’s finger traveled higher.

“Don’t lie, Baby,” Derek scolded, moving the book onto the duvet for a better look at the bulge between his legs. “Good boys tell the truth.”

Spencer’s breath hitched as Derek climbed up to straddle his lap, smirking down at him with an evil glint in his eyes.

“You gonna be a good boy?”

“Yes, Sir,” Spencer breathed.

OR Spencer Reid reads Cheesy Romance Novels and wants to try one out with his wonderful boyfriend Derek Morgan

#criminal minds #derek morgan #spencer reid #moreid #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics #omega Spencer Reid #Alpha Derek Morgan #criminal minds smut #fluff and smut #spencer reid x derek morgan #derek morgan x spencer reid

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moreid-left-sock · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Morgan & Spencer Reid Characters: Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan Additional Tags: Season/Series 05 Summary:

Spencer muses on (read: complains about) varying rates of recovery and does his best to make sure he's not the only member of the team on crutches.

Bookmarker’s Notes: I loveeeee this <3...Spencer knocking Derek in the knee and saying now they’re matching LOL (it’s too cute)

@glitter-lisp

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #moreid #moreid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #derek morgan fanfiction #reid bullies derek #fluff #humor

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rubber-ring · 1 year

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"I Love you too, pretty boy."

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

Tags: drug use, drug addiction, hurt/comfort, hurt Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid needs a hug, Derek Morgan loves Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid loves Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid whump

Words: 1,816

Derek used his thumb to wipe away Spencer's tears, whispering about how it was okay, Spencer was okay, Derek was here for him.

"Derek I–I need help." It came out in barely a whisper, but it felt so loud in the quiet of his bathroom, so convicting. So guilty.

Link To the Work on Ao3

It was 10pm and Reid was sitting against his bathroom door, his head resting on one of his hands, like if he let go it would fall off his shakey body and go tumbling onto the floor. His other arm was limp next to his body, going numb from the belt wrapped tightly around it, and as soon as he steadied his body enough to push that syringe into his vein, he would go numb, too.

Lately that's all Spencer has been yearning for, to turn his brain off.

Being a genius with an eidetic memory wasn't all it was cracked up to be, especially when his brain wouldn't turn off and he had the displeasure of reliving his trauma in a way no one else could. Other people's minds blur the memories, forgetting small details and only remembering the biggest ones, and some people didn't even remember at all – just a vague idea that something had happened.

But Spencer could remember it all. Hankel's breath and how it smelled (rotten and acidic, it attacked his senses), the rotted wood of that horrible shed (mold and mildew, likely decades of withstanding the weather and several, more recent years of failing at it), how it felt when Tobias gave him the Dilaudid for the first time.

Every little detail plauged him and left him gasping awake in the middle of the night, and he was tired of it.

That Dilaudid did help him, like Tobias told him it would, and in a twisted way he couldn't help but appreciate it. Sure, Hankel had been his captor, but Tobias had pitied him and tried to help at least.

Spencer held in a sob, feeling exhaustion crushing him like it had when he was younger, the bags under his eyes pulling his face downwards. He wasn't here to remember, he was here to forget. So he held the syringe in his hand and let it sink into his vein, the familiar feeling making him relax. He could feel his brain fog up, his muscles going lax, the thoughts peeling away until it left nothing in his skull.

Spencer would have given anything to have this be the new normal, for the high to last forever – he would have gotten on his knees and begged a God he didn't believe in to let him feel like this for the rest of his life. Instead, he sat there in a blissful catatonic state, distantly feeling the tingles at the tips off his fingers as the belt around his arm cut off circulation.

He closed his eyes, resting his head against the bathroom door, the well known feel of the cold tile beneath him.

Reid woke up with a headache, groaning as he sat up. The worst part of the high is coming down from it, it was like the opposite of feeling empty, he was too full, like always. The drugs drained any thought of Doctor Spencer Reid from his body, replacing it with a satisfying TV static.

But it certainly didn't last forever, and he undid the belt with a sigh, trying to get the feeling back in his arm, rubbing his wrist and fingers before going up and massaging the muscle. Reid looked down at the track marks in the crook of his elbow, his mouth doing dry. Despite the fact that coming down was the worst part of being high, the worst part of coming down was the track marks covering the inside of his elbow, the itch that never seemed to end until his next encounter with a syringe.

This was the moment, every time he indulged in this forbidden fruit, he has to face the reality of his situation. Spencer Reid was not an idiot, by any means, and he knew what he was. He knew what the track marks, the syringes he was so goddamn careful about disposing, the cravings, everything about this fucked up image meant.

It meant he was an addict, it meant that he was condemned, grouped into people not much different than him if you really thought about it. At 23 years old, with 2 PhD's, Doctor Spencer Reid was a drug addict.

He scratched at the crook of his elbow, already distantly thinking about when he would be able to sink into the comforting high he had come to love over time. It had been too early after this high to even begin thinking of the next one, but Spencer shoved it into a dark corner in his brain and picked up his phone, it was 1 in the morning now.

(11:30) Derek Morgan: hey pretty boy, was thinking we could hang out sometime? i know this case was difficult, would be nice to unwind with my best friend.

(12:00) Derek Morgan: cmon, i know you arent asleep. everything ok?

(12:52) Derek Morgan: im gonna come over, spence. just to check on you. be there in 10? ill have food too.

Anxiety pooled in his stomach, the last person Spencer needed to see him like this was Morgan, and he went to shove his sleeves down to cover the evidence of his horrifying new reality until he remembered he had slipped on a short sleeve shirt. Long sleeves were way too difficult to manage.

He could hear the muffled sound of a knock on his door, and it felt like Reid couldn't get up fast enough to get rid of his syringe and empty bottle of dilaudid. He was still waking up, still trying to sober up, his limbs were sluggish in their actions but his mind was going too fast and it was frustrating him.

He let out a wet mix between a groan, a sob, and a whimper, gripping onto the sink like it was the only thing keeping him above water.

"Reid? I'm coming in."

No, dear god no he's gonna see– he's gonna know. He'll be digusted at you, who would love you? Especially like this. Who would love an addict?

Spencer let out a choked sob of defeat, practically collapsing onto the toilet seat. He curled in on himself, crying into his trembling hands. Distantly, he heard the bathroom door open, and he wanted to disappear.

He wanted to run away, never wanted to look up into Morgan's eyes and admit to his best friend and long term crush that this is what he had become, that this was the disgusting normal. That Spencer was disgusting now, ruined in such a deep way.

Spencer heard Morgan drop to his knees in front of him almost instantly, the older man grabbing his shaking shoulders gently.

"Reid– pretty boy what's going on?"

There wasn't any digust in his voice, just deep concern and worry, and maybe tears? Was Derek Morgan crying? Crying because of him?

Spencer only sobbed harder, "I–m sorry. I'm so sorry I'm sorry I'm sor-"

"Hey hey hey, Spencer look at me, okay? Please?"

At that, he raised his head out of his hands, the tears blurring his vision but he could still see Morgan's face. The eyebrows drawn tight in worry, the tears in the mans eyes threatening to fall. the hands that reached forward and held Spencer's head in his hands like it was so fragile it would break if Derek moved any faster.

Derek used his thumb to wipe away Spencer's tears, whispering about how it was okay, Spencer was okay, Derek was here for him.

"Derek I–I need help." It came out in barely a whisper, but it felt so loud in the quiet of his bathroom, so convicting. So guilty.

Morgan just looked at him for a little bit, before drawing him into a hug and lifting him up. Spencer squeaked slightly through a sob, hiccuping against Derek's shoulder.

"I know–I know, baby, its going to be okay. You're gonna be okay. We're gonna get you some water, change your clothes, and then we're gonna lay down and go to sleep, okay? We can figure things out in the morning, but right now we're gonna take it one step at a time."

Spencer barely had time to react to the use of the pet name before he was being placed on the counter of his kitchen, Derek turning around to grab a cup and fill it with water. By now, Spencer's sobbing had calmed down to nothing but a couple of sniffles and occasional hiccups, and he took the cup with shakey hands.

He nodded a thank you, and sighed when he felt his parched throat getting soothed by the cool water. He didn't have the words (nor the energy) to talk with Derek, but the other man must have caught on because he didn't talk to Spencer.

He didn't mention much of anything about this situation, now that Reid thought about it. Derek showed up, ignored the track marks and poorly hidden Dilaudid bottles, and comforted him. He held him, got him water, and supposedly was going to lay in bed with him?

"You done with your water Spence?"

He nodded, and tensed slightly when he felt Derek picking him up again.

"I can–"

"I know, baby. Just let me take care of you. I know you're tired."

Spencer just sighed and wrapped his arms around Dereks shoulders, pressing his head into the spot where Morgan's neck met his shoulder. He could feel himself falling asleep, but noticed that Derek was setting him down.

He gripped Morgan in his arms, like if he let go the man was going to disappear or turn into smoke and he would never see him again.

"Hey, pretty boy, I'm just putting you down so I can get you some sleep clothes, okay? What do you normally sleep in, do you want some sweatpants?"

A shake of his head, no.

"Just some boxers, then? It's okay, I want you to be comfortable."

...Spencer nodded after a bit.

"You want to keep your shirt on?"

A nod.

"Okay, pretty boy, up we go."

Spencer groaned ("Won't be for long, baby, just gotta get these jeans off of you.") but let Morgan bring him up. Soon enough his pants were off and he was being tucked into the blankets, with Morgan right next to him.

Reid felt himself turn around and practically latch onto Morgan, burying his head into the mans chest and letting out some dry sobs. Derek rubbed his back, gently ran his fingers through Spencer's unruly curls.

"It's gonna be okay, I'm here for you, we're gonna get you help. You're so brave, I'm so proud of you, you're so strong."

Spencer curled into Morgan more, trembling under his touch, gripping his shirt like a lifeline. He couldn't believe that Morgan was doing this for him. What had he done to deserve this?

"Derek?"

"Yeah, Spence?"

"...I love you."

"I love you too, pretty boy."

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #fanfic #moreid #spencer reid #derek morgan #fluff #rubberring writes

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spencerlouis · 2 years

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Hey could you do something where Spencer isn't insecure about his weight. Maybe someone insults him but he's not bothered by it??

“Hey, pretty boy,” Morgan greeted Spencer, giving his stomach a little jiggle. When Spencer had first joined the BAU he was worryingly skinny, the team soon discovered his light weight was caused by an illness. But as Spencer started to recover he gained quite a bit of weight, mostly caused by Garcia stuffing him full of baked goods and sweets. At first he was self-conscious until everyone, especially Garcia, told him how good he looked. The girls on the team fawned over him like old ladies, calling him plump, cuddly, and cute. Garcia in particular said that with his curls and rosy cheeks he looked like an adorable plump doll. Morgan was very hands on with Spencer’s pudge, always grabbing him and cuddling him.

Spencer now liked his body, his extra weight. It made him feel cute and soft. But what he liked most was he was healthy now, no longer tired and sick all the time.

“Morgan!�� Spencer exclaimed, “you almost made me drop my coffee.”

“Sorry, Reid,” Morgan chuckled at his best friend who clumsily made his way back to his desk. Morgan went to sit at his own desk, beside Spencer, and get to work. When he was half way through his first file he heard someone calling Spencer’s name.

“Hey, Reid!” An agent named Mccabe waved Spencer over to where he and another agent, Agent Crawford were talking, “We’re having a Christmas party for all the FBI kids,” Crawford started to explain, “and we were wondering if you would play Santa? Kids love you and we won’t have to buy a fat suit that way, you’ve already got that belly.” he finished with a slight chuckle, patting Spencer on the stomach.

Morgan’s eyes widened in surprise, and he felt himself getting defensive. But Spencer smiled and quickly agreed before walking back over to his desk.

“Reid, you don't have to do that if you don’t want to, you know,” Morgan told him.

Spencer shot him a look of confusion, “Why wouldn’t I want to? I love kids and holidays.”

“Well… what they said about your weight.”

Spencer shrugged, “it’s not like they lied, I do have a belly.”

“Reid…” Morgan started sympathetically, but before he could provide any comfort Spencer cut him off.

“What? It's not a bad thing. You guys always say I look cute and plump. You’re always grabbing my chub, I assume it’s because you think I’m cuddly and not because you want me to lose weight. And Garcia and Rossi are always feeding me, they wouldn’t be doing that if they thought I should go on a diet,” Spencer said, before adding, “I like how I look, I like being soft and I’m a lot healthier now. It’s not some secret that I’m heavier or that I have a stomach.”

Morgan considered what Spencer had said, “you’re right, and you are cuddly,” he teased, reaching out and poking him in the belly, “I just was worried they might have hurt your feelings.”

“They didn’t,” Spencer responded, before a smile appeared on his face “are you still coming over later?”

“Of course.”

Spencer and Morgan stepped out into the chilly parking garage of the Fbi building. Spencer immediately began shivering and his teeth began to chatter.

““How are you so cold all the time with all that extra fluff on you?” Morgan asked with a smirk, squeezing one of Spencer’s love handles.

“It’s not my fault,” Spencer pouted, pulling his coat tighter, “I grew up in Nevada, and I was even cold there.”

“Well, don’t worry, my car is right here.”

When they arrived at Spencer house Morgan went to make them hot chocolate while Spencer immediately made them a blanket fort and covered himself in blankets.

“Feeling Warmer?” Morgan asked, placing Spencer's mug beside him. Spencer nodded and happily took a sip of the warm liquid which had marshmallows and a candy cane in it.

“What movie did you put on?” Morgan asked as he entered the blanket fort.

“Narnia,” Spencer replied, “I hope that's okay?”

“Of course.” Morgan got comfortable. About halfway through the movie Spencer fell asleep, cuddling next to Morgan. Morgan found his soft body very comforting after a long day at work. He smiled at his best friend's chubby cheeks and swept back some curls that had fallen in his face before giving him a kiss on the forehead.

If anyone wants to send me chubby Louis Tomlinson or chubby Spencer Reid concepts, ideas, or requests you can. The only thing I don’t want is anything with full on s3x and outright f33derism. Any ship is fine as well.

Also feel free to ask me questions as long as they are respectful

#chubby #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #derek morgan #moreid #fluff

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beautifulbrainrot · 1 year

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masterlist!

last updated: 03/08/23

request guidelines: here

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

fluff

sleepy

spencer reids doe eyes

lipstick kisses

after sex cuddles

housebusband!spence

touch averse reader kisses spence

looking at spence when he reads

alt!reader in a band

holding hands

bathing together

rich!reader fluff

kisses with spence

artsy gf!reader meets the team

listening to autistic!spence rambling

autistic!reader realises autistic!spencer is attracted to her

jealous spencer

reader telling spencer they love him for the first time

introducing spencer too beabadoobee

angst & angsty fluff

spence getting his hair cut after prison

traumatic event (reader kidnapped)

reader finds out about spencers addiction

reader breaks up with spencer over his relationship with jj

TW spencer seeing readers scars

TW reader seeing spencer’s scars

smut

edging spence with a vibe*

thigh kissing drabble*

round 1*

youre more than just a fling, my love*

i love your body baby (insecure spence)*

im bored, wanna play?*

we could.. do it*

sub!spence x rockstar!reader*

stop the teasing please..*

pegging spence for the first time*

i love it when you’re naughty like this*

i love your body baby (insecure reader)*

rich!reader buys spence an expensive gift*

making out with spence in his car

sub!spence giving oral*

overstimulating spence*

spence with a praise kink*

spence with a praise kink getting pegged*

dumbification with spence*

spencer watching you stretch*

sub!spence and tall!reader*

firearms qualification*

pegging needy spence*

drunk spence humping readers leg*

cant keep my hands to myself

whoever gets horny first loses

overstimulating sub!spence*

teasing sub!spence through his boxers*

sub!spence rutting against you but not going in*

sub!spence giving you a facial*

sub!spence in panties and a skirt*

drunk needy spence

spence’s sensitive nipples

spanking bratty spence

sub!spence & sub!reader

playing with spence while he’s having a wet dream

spencer pleasuring you

aftercare with sub!spence

sub!spence w premature ejac

tying spence up during a punishment

perfect princess

virgin!autistic!spence x virgin!autistic!reader

pretty princess spence

spence & reader sexual tension

aftercare hc’s for sub!spence

more skirt spence

trans!spence strap warming you

trans!spence squirting

cockwarming princess spence

sub!spence hc’s

princess sub!spence hc’s

trans!reid hc’s

slapping spence’s ass in a skirt

glasses reid

pt2 spanking spencer in a skirt

spencer finding out he has a mommy kink

TW body worship with self harming reader

eating trans!spence out on his period

getting eaten out on your period

Aaron Hotchner

pegging sub!hotch

Emily Prentiss

be patient.*

scared of storms

emily in lingerie

Elle Greenaway

elle with sub!fem!reader

Moreid & Moried x Reader

moreid phone sex

spence blowing morgan while u watch

B99

Amy Santiago

amy santiago x emily prentiss au

dancing with ames

#masterlist #spencer reid x reader #sub!spence #sub spencer reid #sub!spencer #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #dom!emily prentiss #dom emily prentiss #amy santiago #amy santiago x reader #amy santiago x emily prentiss

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spritehouse · 9 months

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some what used to be mine scene/story concepts i have

⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS: mentioned drug use/relapsing & mourning

1. spencer calling hotch in the middle of the night, asking if he can come home

he's crying and hotch tells him that he's always welcome home before realizing that spencer is already outside in the rain after standing there for some amount of time doubting himself/if aaron still loves him

2. spencer relapses & how it affects luke too

obviously, spencer's going through it, but seeing his partner under the influence is super triggering for luke too and he wants to be by spencer's side through everything, but he has to put distance between them for his own safety

3. emily helping spencer get sober/maintain his sobriety

im pretty sure i mentioned that emily is a recovering/recovered addict in my time's been wasted and i want to follow up on that & how it affects their dynamics

4. derek & spencer fluff

i never write fluff but i want more of them just being boyfriends bc im a sucker for soft moreid

5. add on to 4: moreid as adults

probably in a dream spencer has or smth, just imagining what their relationship dynamics would be like if they got the chance to grow up together and mourning those possibilities

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unmitigatedsuperiority · 2 years

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In celebration of my first ever multi-chapter fic boundless having been completed, I am dedicating the month of October to fulfilling fic prompts/requests: Promptober!

Submit your prompts and I'll write a blurb/short one shot—It's a request extravaganza, folks!

Rules: Send in your prompts (so as long they follow my request guidelines) and I'll write them. Simple as that! Deadline: Last day I'll accept prompts is October 31st

I'm attaching my request guidelines below the readmore as well.

Happy requesting! :)

Favorite things to write are in italics things i will write:

ships: i'm open to most ships but here are some faves: ralvez, penemily, temily, tenelope, jenelope, jemily, moreid, hotchreid, spencer x reader, penelope x reader, emily x reader, tara x reader. willing to consider garvez and morcia. i will also write gen!fic and platonic requests for all characters :)

subjects: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst w/ a happy or bittersweet ending

things i will NOT write:

ships: hotchniss, jeid

subjects: pregnancy, engagement/marriage, dad!spencer or any other parent!character (unless they are already a parent eg. hotch), major character death, relationship with a minor, age regression. i am currently NOT accepting smut prompts

disclaimer: i write for myself first and foremost. while i love receiving prompts and do prioritize answering them, i reserve the right to not write blurbs/fics for any prompt or subject that makes me uncomfortable for any reason.

tagging my taglist in case y'all are interested: @everyonesfavoritepipecleaner @ropoto @dalexandriag16 @reidslibrarybook @reidselle @serenity-lattes @shinebrightlikeafanbase @spencerssweatervests @crynroom @samuel-de-champagne-problems @sugasthreedollarkookie @reidsbookclub @liltimmyst @hayleyarts @navs-bhat @mikaylafairy @honeydjarin

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the-ragingenby · 7 months

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AO3 Cross-post:

It’s like a day late, but oh well. Better late than never :3

@flufftober

Prompt: “I Got You” (replaced with Hot Chocolate)

~850 words

Hot Chocolate (Just for you, you addict)

“Alright, Spence. This is an intervention.” Derek announced with a sigh, snatching the coffee mug off Spencer’s desk before he could protest.

“Hey! Stealing my coffee is a new low for you.” Spencer huffed, glaring at Derek. Derek rolled his eyes.

“Be honest. How many cups of coffee have you had today?” He raised an eyebrow as Spencer looked away, laughing nervously.

“You know, who really keeps track of those things…”

“You do.” Derek frowned a little. “Come on, pretty boy. I know you know exactly how many.”

“Seven…and a half. If you’d just let me finish that one.” Spencer reached in vain for the mug that Derek held just out of reach.

“Yeah. No. I’d better tell Hotch we’re heading out early. You need to get some proper rest and not rely on sugar saturated coffee to stay awake.” Derek decided with a nod, ignoring Spencer’s whisper-shouted protest and made his way to Hotch’s office.

“Sorry to bother, Hotch. But Spencer isn’t feeling the best, so I’m taking him home.” Hotch looked up from his work, his hardened expression softening just a little.

“Go right ahead, Morgan.” Hotch gave him a little nod. “We all know how our resident genius is. Take care of him.”

“Yes, sir.” With a respectful dip of his head, Derek slipped from Hotch’s office and made his way back to Spencer who, to his credit, started packing his stuff.

“Now where are you two off to this early?” JJ asked from her desk, eyeing the pair suspiciously.

“Being taken against my will.” Spencer huffed, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder.

“You’re being dramatic.” Derek chuckled, nudging him in the general direction of the elevator. “I’m just making sure he gets some rest, that’s all.”

“Living off of coffee again, Spence?” JJ snickered as Spencer rolled his eyes at her. “See you guys later then.”

Derek thanked her with a laugh and followed after Spencer to the elevator. He had only just pressed the button when there was a yell from somewhere behind him.

“Wait a second!” Derek turned to see Penelope racing down the hall, the best she could in heels. “I know I say this every time, but I think it’s an obligation at this point.” She drew herself up and cleared her throat. “You’d better take super good care of him and better not do anything I wouldn’t do. Also, spoil the shit out of him. Spence, let me know if this hunk for brains tries anything.”

Spencer smiled devilishly. “Of course, Garcia. Glad to have someone on my side.” He shot Derek a glare, though it was more playful than anything.

“Let’s go, pretty boy.” Derek waved to Penelope and nudged Spencer into the elevator, watching the doors close behind them.

Although the BAU knew that Spencer and Derek were a thing, they didn’t know that the two of them were living together. “I’d rather have some time to prepare myself for the inevitable teasing I’ll have to sustain from those guys.” Spencer had admitted when they had first discussed just how much of their relationship they’d like to disclose to their co-workers, their friends.

Derek understood. Even if they meant well, their friends can be a bit much sometimes. Especially Garcia. He sighed, smiling. He still cared about them though.

When Derek unlocked the door, he quickly ushered Spencer to the couch, draping a soft blanket over him. “Now stay put. I’ll be right back.”

“Boooo.” Spencer grumbled, cuddling deeper into the blanket until he was little more than a mop of curls.

Derek could hardly suppress a chuckle as he disappeared into the kitchen, soon returning with a pair of steaming mugs and setting one in front of Spencer, who eyed it suspiciously. “Here.”

“You dragged me home for drinking too much coffee to give me…?”

“Hot chocolate, dummy.” Derek pushed it a little closer, allowing Spencer to gaze down at the mug more easily. It was then that he noticed the swirling whipped cream and handful of marshmallows floating on the surface. “To fuel that sugar addiction of yours.”

“It’s not an addiction, just a preference.” Spencer snorted defensively, though he gratefully took the mug in his hands and took a sip. “Thanks, Derek.” Spencer murmured after a moment.

“Anything for you, pretty boy.” Derek replied easily, settling comfortably beside Spencer as he sipped at his own mug of chocolate. Spencer leaned against Derek, humming contentedly.

“Maybe I should drown myself in coffee if this is what I can get out of it.” Spencer teased. Derek rolled his eyes.

“Try it and I’ll hide all the creamer. Only bitter coffee for you.” Derek retorted easily.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Try me.”

“Ugh. You’re so mean.” Spencer grumbled again, setting down his now empty mug on the coffee table.

“Mm. But you love me.” Derek planted a sneaky kiss on Spencer’s forehead before he could dive back beneath the blanket.

“Blehhh.” Spencer stuck out his tongue at him before disappearing under the blanket.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Love you too, Spence.”

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findroleplay · 1 year

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Hiya! I’m Izzy 23 she/they and 20+ is preferred but 18+ is also okie dokie. I’ve been roleplaying for about 10 ish years I’m looking for roleplayers who write in the third person and between two and five paragraphs. I only write on Discord so please be willing to move over there. I’m mainly looking for plots containing romance, angst, fluff, hurt, and comfort. If you’re comfortable, I’m open to roleplaying NSFW themes, ABO, and in some cases poly relationships. All of that being said all Characters will be 18+ at the very least. Fandoms I’m looking for Yellowstone: I’m mainly looking for OCXCC I’ve never actually roleplayed for this fandom before but like I’ve got all this muse and nowhere for it to go.

Marvel (MCU and Comics): I’m open to OCxCC, CCxCC, ABO, and Poly in this one I love world-building and meshing MCU canon with comic Canon and our own idea’s as well. If we’re doing CCXCC I do have a distinct preference of M/M pairings but I am open to some M/F and F/F and other paring combinations. I have an insanely long list of ships and characters I play so if you’re interested please just ask me for it and I’ll send it over rather than putting it all here. Harry Potter (Marauders Era after graduation only): I’m open OCxCC and CCXCC I adore world-building for this one and bending Canon to fit our liking. I do also prefer to have multiple characters and moving parts in these plots in the background. I also have a hella long list of characters and ships that’s ready upon request. Though if I had to say what my biggest muse for this right now is Dorcas MeadowesxRemus Lupin.

For Harry Potter, I also have a platonic plot centered around James and Remus in an AU where James and Harry survive and Lily dies.

Criminal Minds: I’m open OCxCC, CCXCC. ABO and Poly ship here as well. I like to have a nice blend of slice of life and other things with a little bit of casework. Basically the reverse to what the show gave us. The ships I’m looking for are Hotchgan, Moreid, Demily, Davily

Supernatural: I’m just looking for OCxCC here uhmm it’s been a hot minute since I’ve roleplayed this fandom. I think I’ve seen up to season ten for sure? I am planning on finishing it soon. I think my OC would pair up nicely with Dean or Cas but I’m open to your suggestions as well.

I do double up and honestly I really enjoy it. I work and I’m a college student so response times vary. I try to respond daily but some times it takes 3-5 days if it’s going to be longer, I try my best to let you know ahead of time. Sometimes I literally have no idea what day of the week it is because my executive function is weak. All that aside I love to plot, brainstorm, world build, share media and playlists, and just all the things with my partners. I also adore OOC chatter.

If this interests you please feel free to add me on discord at noneherself#8063 Or like this ad and I’ll be in touch real speedy like.

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