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Mind’s Eye
[S2!Spencer Reid x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: After finally getting a breather with your closest friend, who you hadn’t heard from in a few years, you start to realise the change that blossomed. {GIF Creds: reidgifs}.
WC: 1,598
Category: Fluff, Slight Lime/Steamy
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The elevator closed with a ding; a ding that brought the silence and uneasiness back into your lives, reminding you of the memorable moments of childhood torture. You hated it.
“So, uh,” you began, your nervous lip-licking tick, kick-starting once again. “You still like… poetry?”
“Poetry?”
You felt his eyes avert from the elevator doors, latching onto you. The tone of his voice could’ve been easily taken as snappy or even perhaps, rude-like, but you knew his personality. He was just baffled.
“You’re asking if I still read poetry?” His eyebrow rose towards the ceiling. His voice well containing that of voice cracks and confusion.
“W-well, I mean…”
“In order to get his hands on you, your biological father is currently victimizing your entire family and yet, you're concerned on whether I had continued to read poetry?” A slight chuckle escaped his lips, radiating that of incredulity.
“I’m just making conversation, Spencie.” You retorted.
“Yeah, I know that. It’s just…” He paused, “you’re talking about poetry.”
“What’s wrong with poetry?”
“Nothing is wrong with poetry, but we’re in an elevator. It’s a treasured piece of artwork in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.”
You blinked at his words. “So, is that a… yes?”
You weren’t this awkward with Spencer, not ever. Even when he showed up out of the blue, after years of not speaking to you, you’ve acted like the both of you had talked the day prior.
So, why? Why now? Why was sharing an elevator with him as awkward as waiting in the grocery line for your mom to grab the milk she had forgotten? Was it the fact that this was the first time you’re alone with him after all those years away? No coworkers to distract you from the obvious?
Spencer gave you an annoyed look, mumbling a quick yes, before turning his attention back towards the elevator doors. You were loosing him and the elevator was almost on your floor. If the two of you left the elevator now, especially like this, it would only get worse.
You had to do something… fast.
You found yourself flying besides him, hand reaching out subconsciously to push the electromagnetic brake. The elevator alarm quickly came into play and screeched into the both of your ears as the elevator came to a halt.
His attention was back on you quicker than a bolt of lightening. “What’re you doing?!”
“Spencer, what’s happening to us? We used to be so talkative…”
“You do realize there’s an estimated average of twenty-seven deaths per year due to—“
“Never mind that!” Your voice rose in volume, causing him to shut up immediately. You breathed out a sigh, collecting yourself, before starting again. “Spence, we’re… we’re never like this. What’s happening to us?”
He sighed tiredly. “It’s completely natural that we’re “awkward.” We haven’t seen each other in person in months, let alone years. We've come across new passions… new experiences… that formed ourselves to who we are today. We just need to catch up, that’s all.”
You could only scoff, crossing your arms. A frown etched onto your lips. “Yeah, but we weren’t awkward yesterday! We acted like our usual selves. It was like… something changed with us overnight.”
“It could be the realization that your biological father is well, in fact, alive. Due to your mind still processing the fact that your own father is committing these… crimes… it can lead one to fall succumbed to their own thoughts without letting in any others. In this case, even without realizing it.”
“You mean to tell me that I’m the reason we’re… awkward?” Your voice dropped low to a whisper, barely being heard over the elevator alarm.
But, at this point, he didn’t care to notice the ringing anymore. “You did bring up poetry.”
“I only brought it up because you used to read it to me!” You argued, “I thought reminiscing on childhood memories would help ease the tension.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Tension?”
“It’s not just me, you know, you’re silent too. You also don’t smile that much anymore, I’ve noticed.”
You witnessed him glancing off into the distance, a somber expression forming onto his face. Something had happened… something you shouldn’t have brought up.
Your eyes never left his. It only took a second…. a second for those loving childhood memories to speed through your mind. It was like a movie, replaying in his deep, chocolaty eyes.
Your first words to each other.
Your first hug.
Your first lunch together.
The first poem he shared and read from his book:
Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe. Your favorite.
You didn’t speak, not a word. His eyes found yours again and did all the talking; every sparkle and every glisten spoke in the silent conversation.You found yourself reaching up for his tie, pulling it out of his beige colored vest. He only stared longingly at you, eyes full of solicitude.
A part of you was scared that you would ruin the relationship that you had built since college. Yet, the other, told you it was the beginning of a new chapter.
You wanted him.
You needed him.
With a final glance of assurance, you yanked his tie towards you, leveling his height with yours. His arms resided against your hips, bringing you in close. Again, no words were spoken as you closed the gap between the two of you. His lips were smooth, warm like silk out of the dryer.
In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a single moment. At first, you were hesitant, as if the two of you were doing something you weren’t supposed to. But, with each passing second, the both of you grew more and more comfortable. Going deeper and deeper within the kiss; taking small amounts of breaths in between.
You found yourself being gently pushed against the wall, inches away from the elevator’s buttons. Spencer’s hands found themselves unclipping your hair clip, letting your hair fall loosely on your shoulders, before discarding it off to the side.
His tie was still in your hand at this point, hanging loose around his neck. The other hand had latched onto his waist with unsurenesss of what to do.
You were kissing him…
You were kissing Spencer — fucking — Reid.
And man, was it amazing.
Just as his lips moved downwards towards your jawline, realization had dawned.
“Spence,” you muttered in between breaths, “we’re still in the elevator.
Much to your dismay, he listened — rather easily at that — and slowly retracted his lips away. It left an unbearable numbness etching throughout your entire body but mostly your lips. It’s been only one kiss — a few milliseconds apart — and yet, you needed him like an addict.
The elevator started once again with a jolt, shaking the entire box like an earthquake. If it wasn’t for Spencer’s firm grasp on your waist, you would've fallen face-flat on the marble.
The two of you didn’t have a chance to get words out until the doors flew open with another ding. No one was around, surprisingly, leaving an empty hallway for you to walk through.
Spencer had long-dropped your waist and was already halfway out of the elevator leaving you to follow in pursuit, a nervous laugh exiting your throat.
The two of you walked side by side down the hall, both staring awkwardly at the floor. Spencer’s hands were stuffed into the pockets of his trousers, his unadjusted tie swinging back and forth as he walked.
You wanted to say something — anything about the moment you’ve shared in the elevator, but you kept quiet. He looked rather peaceful despite the silence.
Alas, you both reached your room. You let out an awkward laugh once more when Spencer rested against the wall, his eyes studying your every move as you took out the room key.
“I uh… think I left your hair clip in the elevator.” He finally spoke up, his voice cracking up an octave. “I can - uh - go back and g-get it for you, i-if you’d like?“
“It’s okay,” you spoke with a smile, noting how nervous and trembled he had gotten within a few minutes, “I have a lot.”
He nodded along, clearly not knowing what else to say as you unlocked the door in front of him. With a simple nudge, the door opened to reveal the small room that was exactly how you left it. Your suitcases resided by the door, clothes crammed and unfolded inside.
“So… see you in the morning, Spencie?” The nickname rolled off your tongue in a pleading manner. Your heel turning to face him.
You still wanted him, badly. It was bluntly obvious to the both of you. To have Spencer to grab hold of your face, his tongue forcing through, leaving it to collide in sync with yours. His body, gently pushing you inside. His leg closing the door with a kick. The loud bang echoing throughout the crappy hotel room.
His hands finding his tie, throwing it to the side along with his glasses. Lips never sundering. His hands finding their way back to your face, tugging you even closer.
As much as you wanted — needed him, it wasn’t the Spencer you knew.
The Spencer you knew hadn’t moved from the wall with eyes staring back at you with admiration. He wasn’t one for action.
“Yeah,” He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, “good night.”
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I posted 15 times in 2022
7 posts created (47%)
8 posts reblogged (53%)
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I tagged 15 of my posts in 2022
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#{making jen break the fourth wall via tumblr rp is fun. talking in character but like the character gets to talk with me and the other mun}
My Top Posts in 2022:
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UH OH |
“What else?” Dr. Hae asked them, bracing for more bad news.
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Your Mistake, Not Mine ||
"I think you severely underestimate the situation you just put the rest of the world in because of your personal attachment towards this ...” Dr. Hae had told in a still voice, showing just how quickly she was unafraid of them and their threats.
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#3
"Yikes, it is dead in here." Jennifer had peered in her fellow muses in the dark space of the dashboard.
"Anyone wanna talk? Chat? Text? Hang out? I'm not busy!"
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@chaoticbynature
cont. from [here]
[sees how many muses you have]
See the full post
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My #1 post of 2022
"What? Why are staring?"
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hotch lost half of his life then and there.
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SPENCER REID IN 6x07 “MIDDLE MAN”
#this might be his best chioce of clothes#short hairs had theirs moments#spencer reid#Spencer reid gif#spencer reid edit#spencer reid gifs#reidgifs#criminalmindsedit#criminal minds#cm#cmedit#cm edit#cm gif#cmgif#mgg#mgg gif#cm 6x07
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MAKE ME CHOOSE ♦ @jonathanssweatercollection asked: our boy jonathan byers or your twink from criminal minds
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#cmedit#criminalmindsedit#spencerreidedit#criminal minds#spencer reid#usercharr#reidgifs#mmc*#gif*#mine2#im keeping what jonathan said because it's too freaking FUNNY IJDFNSGFDG#THIS ONE WAS PAINFUL TO PICK BUT I WOULD MARRY THIS MAN IN A HEARTBEAT#dont kill me jonathan you know i love our BOY!!#also please ignore the fact that i forgot a comma :)))
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A Look™
#cmedit#cmgifs#reidedit#reidgifs#spencerreidedit#criminalmindsedit#criminal minds#spencer reid#*#cm*#cm13*#tv*#gif*#reid*#THIS WAS SO DARK AND SO HARD TO FUCKIGN COLOR FUCK#also they didn't give me nearly enough of spencer lookin like this to satisfy me#i need more
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i was going insane trying to figure out what the map behind spencer’s desk in his apartment is of because it looked so familiar but i couldn’t place it so i literally opened google maps and just started going around global coasts until i found a match and unless i’m completely mistaken it’s
fucking?? tampa?? anyway.
EDIT: it has been brought to my attention that it was a temporary map that he hung over his artwork for a case they were working on i’m so relieved i truly was worried he just had a massive satellite map of tampa as focal art in his apartment. although. still begs the question as to why he has a large map of the tampa bay readily available to hang on his wall.
#POR QUÉ MY GUY?!??#also shout out to atlas reidgifs for their sick gif set that put this on my radar again ty legend#spencer reid#criminal minds
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i miss sher and atlas and lunar wya besties
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I have a very specific one, hope that's alright!
Spencer Reid x Male!Punk!single dad!reader, where reader and Spencer met in prison (noone in the BAU knows about it) and they live together.
Reader used to be a info broker/tattoo artist and piercer for different gangs and he is from a big shot mafia family. He used his conections to get through prison life. But he under no surcumstances wants his young toddler to grow up in that enviorment so he is actively distancing himself from that life.
Spencer is scared because 1. he has never felt like this for a man before and he doesnt want people to look at him differently and 2. he doesnt know how people will react to him dating a former criminal.
Maybe the team meets reader in an interogation and Spencer doesnt know reader is there until he gets sent to talk to a child for information while reader is interogated and its readers toddler?
Sorry if this is waaaaaay to detailed but this has been stuck in my head FOREVER and noone has written anything like it 😅
This is going to be long because I am in love with this ask. This was super fun to write! Also, all prisoners in states where marijuana is legal should be released from prison if they committed non-violent drug offenses with marijuana. Edited by @mystic-writes
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"What are you thinking about?" Spencer asks you, looking up from your bare chest. He presses a kiss to it, and you sigh, contentedly.
"Just thinking about how we met," you respond. Spencer smiles and kisses you, his stubble brushing against your cheek as he does.
You're sitting in your cell reading when the door is opened, and the guards escort in a prisoner you've never seen before.
"Hey. [L/N]. Got your new cellmate," one of the guards says, unlocking the man's manacles. As much as they have it out for you, you couldn't give two shits about them. You have other ways to get by that don't involve the guards.
They push the man into the cell and you have to drop the book so you don’t get a lapful of cellmate. He holds the man by the shoulders and stands up, putting him on the bed as the guards scoff and close the cell door.
You sigh and sit down next to the man, and ask, "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine," he says and you nod.
"What's your name?" you ask, rubbing a hand over the tattoos on your right arm.
"Spencer. Reid," he replies. "What's yours?"
"[Y/N] [L/N]," you say.
Spencer nods. "Why are you being so nice to me?" he asks suddenly.
You shrug. "I don't need to push you around to feel superior," you reply, before leaning in and placing a hand on Spencer's chin, whispering, "And you, Spencer Reid, are the most attractive man I have ever met."
Spencer's eyes go wide, but he doesn't pull away, and you realize he must find you attractive too.
Spencer chuckles. "You scared the shit out of me," he says, and you laugh, kissing him.
"I don't scare you now, do I?" you ask, and Spencer shakes his head.
"No. You could never scare me…"
"Daddy! Papa!"
You look over at the door and see your son, Peter, standing there, waiting for permission. You pat the bed next to you, and Peter grins, running and jumping onto the bed, landing in between you and Spencer. When he lands, his elbow connects with your groin and you let out an "OOF" as pain radiates up your stomach and back, and down your legs.
"Sorry, daddy!" Peter yells and Spencer laughs loudly, kissing his adopted son on his forehead.
"It's okay," you say, breathlessly, closing your eyes and willing the pain away.
"Papa! Papa!" Peter says, turning to Spencer. "Guess what!"
"What, Pete?" Spencer asks, waiting for the four year old to continue.
"Today, at school, we got to learn about animals!" Peter exclaims and you kiss the back of his head. "And we learned all about mammals and I talked about how my Papa knows all about every animal and how he told me all about mammals and one called the elephant and-"
"Oh, buddy that's great," you say, cutting your son off. You love to listen to him ramble, but you're out of time. "Why don't you and Spencer have a fun day at the park? I have to go to work," you say.
"Daddy! But I want to go with you! You said I could go to work with you next time!" Peter whines and you sigh, pulling your baby onto your lap and kissing his temple.
"Alright. We can go to my work together. But, you have to promise to me you'll be good," you say and Peter nods, grinning.
"Thank you, daddy!" he exclaims and jumps off the bed, running out of the room.
You sigh with a smile and Spencer gathers you into his arms. "You sure you'll be okay without me?"
You nod and kiss him. "Yeah. The guys all love him, and they're all extremely gentle with him. If there's a problem, I'm sure one of them will make sure he has anything he needs," you say.
Spencer nods. "You're a good man."
You roll your eyes, but kiss him again, smiling as Spencer opens his mouth, his stubble catching on your lip every now and again.
"Ew! Kissing!" you hear Peter say from the doorway and you and Spencer both laugh.
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"Hey boss!" Greg says from behind the register. He's a tall, white man with a shaved head and blue eyes that when focused on someone in anger, could kill. You see him smile more than stare nowadays.
You nod at Greg and go into the back room, leading Peter by the hand as Greg greets your son. "Hey!" Peter says with a grin and a wave.
Greg chuckles as he finishes counting at the register, and you and your son go into the back room.
You see Darren sitting at the small kitchen table, his large, dark frame standing out starkly against the white of the small kitchen.
"Hey," he says, his deep voice echoing in the almost empty room. Peter just grins and waves at him. Darren smiles when he waves and gets up off the chair and kneels in front of Peter. "Want to see something?"
Peter nods and Darren rolls up his shirt sleeve, revealing a new tattoo of a dandelion. Peter gasps. "Is that a dandy-lion!" he exclaims and Darren nods, smiling. Peter wraps his arms around the large man's neck and pulls him into a hug.
"[Y/N]?" you hear someone say behind you. Your smile drops as you see a gun pointed at you. "Put your hands up. FBI."
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You sigh as you sit in the interrogation room, your head on the cool metal table. "Please let me see my son! He's probably scared!" you call out into the empty room, knowing they can hear you. You've done this before.
The door opens and a man and a woman step in. The man is handsome, tall, with pale skin and black hair. The woman next to him is also tall, with dark skin and brown, wavy hair that comes to her chin.
"Do you know why you're here, [Y/N]?" the woman asks, sitting down in front of you.
"No, I don't, actually," you spit.
“You only have ex-cons under your employ. WHy is that?” The man asks.
“Because they were all charged with non-violent drug offenses, and because of that no one will hire them even though they didn’t hurt anyone,” you explain.
Outside of the interrogation rooms, Spencer runs into the precinct, hair all over the place. "What's going on?" Spencer asks Emily, who's standing, waiting for him.
"We detained a suspect earlier today, and he had a kid with him. He won't talk to anyone and I'm hoping you and I can get through to him," Emily says.
Spencer nods and let's her lead him down to the interrogation rooms, where he sees Luke and JJ frowning at the monitor.
Emily walks into the room, and Spencer follows after her.
"Shit," he breathes out.
"Papa? What's going on?" Peter says from.his chair. He gets up and runs over to Spencer, throwing his arms around his Papa's legs. "Daddy says you only curse when something's wrong. What's happening?"
"Papa?" Emily asks, but Spencer ignores her.
"Yeah, Pete. Something is wrong," Spencer says, glaring at Emily. He gets down in front of his son and kisses his forehead. "They think Daddy's done something bad. They think he hurt people."
"What? But, Daddy would never hurt anyone!" Peter cries out, burying his head in Spencer's shoulder and crying.
"Spencer what's going on?" Emily asks as he picks the boy up.
"What has [Y/N] told you?" Spencer asks, soothing his son with a hand up and down his back.
"He said that he was with his boyfriend at the time of the murders, but we haven't seen anything about a boyfriend," Emily says.
"That's because I'm his boyfriend," Spencer says, and Emily gasps. "And I know how to stay off Garcia's radar."
"But-but he's an ex-con!" Emily shouts.
"So am I! Or did you forget that? I may not have been found guilty, but I still went to prison! It's where I met [Y/N]," Spencer explains, anger in his voice. "It's where we fell in love…"
Emily gasps again but Spencer just rolls his eyes, exiting the room with Peter on his shoulder, and goes into the other interrogation room that has you in it.
"Alright, that's enough," Spencer says, and your head shoots up, and your eyes lock on his. You go to get up, but your hands are still chained to the desk, and you are forced back into your seat. "[Y/N] didn't do this."
"What? But, he's lying!" Simmons says but Spencer shakes his head.
"He's not. I'm his boyfriend. I can vouch for his whereabouts at the times of all the murders," Spencer says, walking over to you. He kneels down and Peter throws himself into your lap.
"Daddy! Papa said these scary people think you hurt someone! But, I told him you wouldn't!" Peter says.
You smile sadly and kiss your son's cheeks, kissing away his tears. "Papa is very smart. You must get that from him," you say, looking up at Spencer, who still looks angry at who you presume are his colleagues, but smiles lovingly at you.
You know he's going to have to explain everything, but for now, you're happy he's here, with you.
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Waiting Up | Spencer Reid Blurb
Summary: Spencer hates when you wait up for him, until suddenly, he doesn't.
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 531 words.
A/N: If this fic feels familiar to you, it's because I've had to repost it, since I can't find the original anywhere on my blog!
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Spencer wouldn’t often call you during the middle of the night, he’d want you to sleep, to have a night of peace and calm even if he’s out in the middle of nowhere hunting killers and saving people. He knew a month into your relationship that he never wanted to be that man who expects the other to wait up for them, expecting them to pick up the phone when you’re already in bed or answer the door when you should be asleep. And he knew, he knew from the moment he’d found you asleep on the couch while you tried to stay up until he got home from a weeklong case in Chicago, that he never wanted to be a man you lost sleep over.
But you, you wanted to wait up for him when you could, to pull him into your arms when he got back from a case, make him dinner, and sit with him while he tried to rid his mind of all of the recent horrific details, and most of all, you wanted to be awake when he came home, taking him to bed and tucking him under the covers before falling asleep tangled against his body. Those were your favourite nights, even if the both of you were exhausted and he needed a shower from flying and you had work early the next day. And even though Spencer kept telling you to go to bed, to sleep and that he would see you in the morning, you would never stop sitting on that couch and watching the front door, wishing for your fiancé to come home that little bit sooner.
And then suddenly, even after all his worries about your lack of sleep, seeing you on that couch became Spencer’s favourite thing, your body under a pile of soft blankets and the television still on but turned down low. For him, it was this constant reminder that there was someone waiting for him when he got back home, that he wouldn’t be coming home to an empty house or an empty bed, a feeling that used to fill the young doctor with dread. Now, as he gently wakes you up and you tug each other to bed, pull the covers over your bodies and rest against each other, Spencer is eternally grateful for every late night. He doesn’t care that he might have to leave again the next day, or that you’ll only be in his arms for a couple hours and this peace will never last long enough, he just fills that moment of gratitude with soft kisses and sweet smiles that you’re very keen to return.
As you’re drifting off to sleep and Spencer is holding you to him, he whispers out the line that you hear every night you wait up for him, but it never fails to make your heart burst.
“I love you, Y/N, thank you for staying.” Sleepy kisses and your fingers drawing patterns on his skin as he looks down at you with big, wide and love-filled eyes, he can’t help but grin and relax into your touch as you say, “I love you too, Spencer Reid.”
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some glimpses of spencer reid in his apartment | cm 12x11
#spencer reid#criminal minds#criminalmindsedit#spencerreidedit#cmedit#cm#mygifs#matthew gray gubler#mggedit#mgg#reidgifs#i love his apartment so much we should have seen more of it
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Spencer Reid and his tea part 2
12x12 A Good Husband
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Wake up call - One Shot
Inspired by this gif-set by @reidgifs.
Him resting his leg on the chair does stuff to me.
18+ / smut!
You didn't even need to open your eyes to know that he wasn't next to you. You shimmed your hand across the bed to find his side cold and let out a whine. You knew some cases took their toll on him, and you could hear it in his voice when he called you from the plane earlier inviting you over. It was times like this you wondered why he does this job at all, why put yourself through all that horror without even a good outcome. Your eyelids flutter open and look around the room as best as you could, noticing a slither of light coming from the bedroom door.
You stretch over to his side of his bed and cuddle into his pillow, hoping that his smell will get you back to sleep. For someone who spends most of his time in motels and sleeping in chairs, the fact that Spencer had a comfortable bed didn't surprise you; nothing about his apartment did. After months of dating and sleepovers being exclusively at yours, he finally let you come over, spluttering on about how dirty it was, but you didn't care. Building his trust had been the most important thing. The fact that he let you through the door made your heart burst and fall more in love with him than you thought possible. It also signalled a change in him; you noticed his shoulders relaxed a little when you cuddled into him on the couch and how much lighter his laugh was bouncing off his dark green walls in his safe space. You glanced to the door, hoping to see any sign that he was joining you again, but after a few silent moments, you decided to try to find him. You slipped out of the sheets, draped one of his shirts over your body and tip-toed out into the light.
That's where you found him. He’s sitting by his desk, surrounded by books and case files, wearing a t-shirt, his boxers, and a guilty look on his face.
"Did I wake you?" the guilt amplified on his features. You shook your head before you join him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders nuzzling into his neck.
"Just missed you," You can feel him smile as he rubs your arm. "What has you awake?"
"This last case…I. think I missed something, so I've been looking through some books I was reading last summer," You knew he was on a roll and not to say anything until he calmed down a little, so you sat down on the corner of his desk, you let a small smile escape when his hand finds you thigh, and his thumb rubs circles.
"Spencer," You take his hand to your chest, which grabs his attention. "I know I'm probably out of line when I say this, but it's over. You did everything you could; you all did."
"Sometimes I feel like I didn't do enough… I'm the genius. I'm meant to know everything..." He says the last part in a whisper as he looks up at you with his wide brown eyes, and your heart breaks a little.
You take his face into your hands, your fingers tangling into his hair. You know he didn't want an answer to the question. He just wanted someone to listen to him. It worried you to think of a time before when he would probably sit here in darkness for hours, pouring over files with no sound other than pages turning. He buries his head into your chest and wraps his arms around your waist. You twist random strands of his hair between your fingers, noticing that there's an auburn fleck when it catches the light. He lifts his head from your chest; his eyes glance at your attire. You keep your fingers in his hair, moving it away from his eyes.
"Is that my shirt?" You nod your head, "Looks good on you…" his hands move underneath to your bare skin and just like that, the files and books around him are forgotten, his eyes are starting to cloud over.
He stands up from his chair and moves between your legs, and you shift your position on his desk so you are perched in place. He leans down and captures your lips in his; the minute your tongues meet, he lets out a groan, and his large hands find the small buttons of his shirt; you shrug it from your shoulders, leaving you on his desk in your lacy underwear. He breaks away from the kiss, his gaze trailing all over your body.
"You are so beautiful like this…" his hands' ghost your ribcage before finding your hard nipples, "You know I'll think of this every time I sit here from now on…" he bends his head down and flicks his tongue over your nipple, his nimble fingers working the one, not in his mouth. You let out a gasp, your nails finding his shoulders as he switches, his teeth now grazing the sensitive bud. You can feel a wet patch being left on the wood underneath you.
"Spence…" you whine.
You know he's smirking because he knows you so well. His free hand travels down to your underwear where he cups you; you let out a whine when his hand connects with you. He breaks away from your chest, and you both lock eyes.
"Fuck me, you're soaked…" he dips his fingers beyond the lace and circles your entrance, your hips snap forward to try and get some relief.
He smiles as he gathers your juices and circles your clit lightly, your name cursing from his lips now. You whine as he removes his fingers before he tugs your underwear down your legs. He opens the top drawer of the desk and drops them in.
"You could've asked; I would've given you a clean pair."
"But I want these ones", he winks at you.
You let out a chuckle before he grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge. He kneels between your legs, throwing them over his shoulder before he dives in, his tongue dipping between your folds.
"Jesus Christ!" You can feel him trace shapes with his tongue on your clit, and you're in heaven; one of your hands is tangled in his hair again, your other hand keeping you in place on the desk.
You can feel your orgasm building quickly in the pit of your stomach when his fingers start pumping you.
"So close – fuck Spencer!" he moans against your clit as you feel your orgasm wash over you, your legs shaking as he continues his assault while you come down from your high.
He pulls back from between your thighs, his lips and chin glistening and a massive smile on his face.
"Did I do well baby?" You nod your head as he takes off his t-shirt and slips down his boxers.
That’s when you see how hard he is. Your hand reaches out to touch him as you slowly pump him in your hand, his pre-cum leaking into your palm with every movement.
"I need you inside me", you croak out; you both hear the needy tone in your voice.
He replaces your hand with his own, lining himself at your entrance before he slides in slowly. You let out a cry when he snaps his hips forward; he steadies himself with one of his arms on the desk, the other holds your hip in place as he fucks you so slow and deep you can feel the tears prick the corner of your eye.
"You feel so good baby," he moves the hand on your hip to your jaw, smashing your lips together.
His encouragement made you tug on his hair and bit his lip as he starts to pick up the pace a little; it makes you wonder if he was made for your pleasure. He feels that good inside you, hitting your cervix with every stroke, stretching you to your limit in the most delicious way possible. He pulls away from you, and you can see the concentration on his face, the vein on his forehead now visible as he tries to keep himself together. You dip your hand between your bodies and circle to bundle of nerves between your legs, and a loud moan escapes your lips as you tighten even further around him.
"So close…so fucking good…" you mumble, almost giving yourself permission to fall apart, your nails digging into his supporting arm as you collapse back on top of the papers on his desk.
Through your haze, you can feel him pull out, and he coats your tummy and chest with his orgasm; he catches himself from falling on top of you with his steady hand. He must notice the look on hour face.
"I don't think Hotch would appreciate my cum all over the files" you let out a giggle as he pecks your lips, "Stay here, and I'll clean you up."
You close your eyes, and you hear his feet patter to his kitchen and grabbing some tissue and a damp cloth. You snap your eyes open when you feel him wipe himself from you, him gazing at you with complete adoration in his eyes.
You always hope that he can see the same in yours.
"C'mon, sleeping beauty, we can pass out for a few hours before we have to get up again." He pulls you from his desk and back to bed.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader smut#mgg#spencer reid x fem!reader#criminal minds
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Aaron Hotchner & Spencer Reid | L.D.S.K
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voiddrop’s masterlist
Because if I’m gonna write again, I guess I need one of these.
Status: No longer being updated
Key -
Smut: 🔥
Angst: 💀
Fluff: 💖
A-Z
Adrian Chase
gif by xmalereader
Head-Canons
Helping his trans!boyfriend with dysphoria 💖
Bad or Petty Habits
Adrian with a trans!boyfriend that matches his energy
One-Shots
friendly neighbourhood vigilante 🔥
In A Shitty Motel Room… 💖
Eddie Munson
gif by luvfrlslou
Head-Canons
Eddie Munson with a Cat 💖
One-Shots
Rabies 🔥
Drabbles
Eddie and his male S/O have a fight.
Open Wide 🔥
Peter Parker (TASM!)
Gif by jin0
Head-Canons
NSFW Alphabet 🔥
One-Shots
Nothing yet...
Drabbles
Huntsman Spider 🔥
Nothing But Trouble 💖
Spencer Reid
Gif by nervous-tic
Head-Canons
Nothing yet…
One-Shots
Chances: One, Two 💖 🔥
Drabbles
Nothing yet…
Blurb Requests -
Eddie Munson
Snuggling in the back of the van 💖
Peter Parker
Hand holding 12 + kisses 36 and 40 🔥
Spencer Reid
Helping you at your dissertation defence 💖
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criminal minds characters of color appreciation week !
so this cm character of color appreciation week is official!! thank you to everyone who gave me their input on it and plan on contributing! any type of content is welcome(also art, i’m so sorry i forgot to add that on the form but it’s edited now!) this week will take place from june 21st to june 27th. so here are what each day’s topic will be:
day 1(june 21): favorite character of color
day 2(june 22): favorite platonic ship
day 3(june 23): favorite romantic ship
day 4(june 24): favorite poc centric episode
day 5(june 25): favorite scene
day 6(june 26): first appearance OR last appearance
day 7(june 27): free choice
+ when you post for a day, you can label your content with the day and prompt
+ once again, no white people are allowed to participate. this is not an attack against any white person who wants to participate, it is just what poc feel most comfortable with!(guidelines/faq for white people during this time)
+ for the ship days that require another person to be included, it’s not required for the other character to of color. you can do whatever you’d like for the other person, whether the character is of color or not.
+ during this week, this account will be tracking #cmcocaw21 (it stands for cm characters of color appreciation week 2021), so if you create anything for a character of color, make sure to tag it as that so we can boost!
+ even if you didn’t get a chance to fill out the google form, you are always welcome to still post content!! just follow the step above to make sure we can track it :)
+ as always, make sure all content you post is appropriate and respectful.
tagging people who filled out the form so they see this!
@perhapspearl @angelreid @hotchsbabygirl @cabotism @temily @hotchphobic @plethores @alvezs @pennygarcias @scandinavian-punk @reidgifs @taralewiz @jj-arms @wowitsel @hotchgan @moreidsdaughter @hyphoidprocess
#white people can rb this!#boost please!#cmcocaw21#<thats the tag#ps this is also my source blog for during this week + guture#future#request for members will be open after the content week!#i also apologize to any fic writers if any of these topics are kinda hard to write?#i tried to accomodate all the diff sections through the topics
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