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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 month

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OUUH WHAT ABOUT spencer watching her do her makeup, pick out an outfit, get dolled up to go meet his team

fem bimbo!plus size reader, wc: 498.

a/n: AWW OMG writing this actually gave me cavities. this is probably the fluffiest thing i've ever written on this account!! i really tried to get into the mind of our precious bimbo reader, and i feel like i did a pretty good job if i do say so myself! 😏

You always liked to say that you did your best work under pressure, so why in the hell wasn’t your eyeshadow… eyeshadowing?

You looked at yourself in the vanity mirror, your gloss covered lips turned down into a deep frown. The lines caused by your frustration left behind little creases in your carefully laid foundation. You were one more mishap from a total breakdown.

“Spence?” You turn around in your porcelain white chair that completely contrasts the dark coziness that was Spencer’s room.

Tonight was the night that you were going to meet your boyfriend’s team, which in your mind translated to his family. You had met his mom already, and she liked you, so why were you so intimidated? Maybe it was because these people were like your precious boyfriend just twenty times more terrifying.

Tonight had to go well, or you swear that you might just die!

“Yes, sweetheart?” Spencer responds from behind the book he had his nose buried in. He had been resting against the headboard, the lower half of his body relaxed and his legs were stretched out carelessly. The advantage of being a human string-bean, you supposed.

“Does my makeup look okay?”

Your exasperated tone in your voice forced his eyes away from the page and onto yours.

He was surprised by the light tones of eyeshadow you had picked, they were a lot different from the bold pink, purples, and blues. That could only mean one thing.

“There’s no need to be anxious, honey. You look beautiful.”

Usually, you were very susceptible to Spencer’s praise, often turning bashful and shy, as well as giggling and grinning like a schoolgirl. Nope, not today. Today felt like not even the sweetest of hymns could bring you down from your anxiety ridden stupor.

“Really? Because I don’t know about the color… I feel like the eyeliner makes it look clumpy.”

Spencer Reid was trained for this, if the hours of cosmetology research he had done counted for something. Why you may ask? Well, the first time you had asked him about your makeup was when you two had first started dating, and it had unfortunately gone a little bit like this:

“Does this look okay?”

“It looks fine, angel.”

“Oh God, I should just start over, shouldn’t I?”

“That’s not what I said.”

Spencer smiles fondly, “It doesn’t look clumpy at all. In fact I think the dark and light colors complement each other well, they make your eyes look large and enchanting.”

And just like that, all of your apprehension melts away. “Oh, good!” You all but cheer.

He watches with a lovesick smile on his face as you pull out outfit-after-outfit from the closet – that’s really more yours than it is his – with an excited grin.

“How about this one?”

Spencer knows he’s in for a long night; with his book long forgotten, he doesn’t have the heart to tell you that you have an hour before you guys have to leave.

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dreamsontheirway · 11 months

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It’s Not Your Fault | S.R.

Summary: You leave work late one night and someone follows you. Spencer x reader. Warnings: stalker, sexual assault/unwanted touch Word Count: 1.7k

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Spencer hated it when you had to work late nights. You were also an agent at the BAU, but sometimes you had to stay late to complete paperwork. He would stay late with you on occasion, but you hated inconveniencing him. Of course, he would never consider it an inconvenience.

He had offered to stay late with you again tonight, but you refused. He had such a long day and you knew he needed rest. Besides, you wouldn’t be too long.

It was only around 9 pm when you were finishing up your work. You heard the shrill beep of your phone, indicating a notification.

Hi darling. Almost finished?

You smiled at his message. You quickly sent a reply, letting him know that you would be leaving imminently. Almost immediately, he replied with a thumbs up and a heart.

You began compiling all your papers and files, now completed, and placed them in the filing cabinet at your desk. You stood up, grabbed your satchel bag, and admired the look of your tidy desk before turning on your heel and walking towards the door.

You normally parked in the parking garage attached to the building, but earlier today it had been massively full due to a conference. You were forced to park in the garage down the street a ways. This wasn’t so bad; the early fall weather was the perfect kind to walk in.

You began your short trek from your building to the parking garage, adjusting your satchel bag on your shoulder. It made you a bit nervous how dark it was already, but it wasn’t a far walk by any means.

You were about halfway there when you heard the light scraping of shoes on concrete behind you. You snuck a glance and saw a dark figure about fifty feet away. Most of the time men on the street were harmless, but you were an agent, and you had a bad feeling about this. There had been a few cases recently about women being assaulted in this area.

You assumed you were just being a bit paranoid. It had been a long day of looking at horrible case notes, after all. You decided to walk diagonally across the street as a short cut, and to see if the figure behind you did the same. Your stomach twisted tightly when the figure followed your path exactly. The figure had gotten closer, too, by at least ten feet.

Your hand instinctively went to your hip. Shit. You had left your gun locked up in the office. Shit.

You could hold your own in a fight, but you had absolutely no clue what you were up against here, and no back up.

You scrambled and fumbled your phone out of your pocket, and clicked the most recent contact on your call list. He picked up on the second ring.

“Y/N, are you on your way home y—“

“Spencer,” you whispered, with an intensity that resulted in a thick silence on the other end. You typically called him Spence. He knew something was wrong. “Someone’s following me. I left my gun in my desk.”

“Shit,” Spencer exclaimed, frantically. “Shit. Where are you?” You heard rustling on the other end.

You were a talented agent, and Spencer knew you wouldn’t call him unless you thought there was something seriously wrong. Unless you thought you couldn’t handle it. The thought sent a shiver down Spencer’s back.

“I’m almost to the parking garage, but there’s no one around. Spencer, I don’t know anything about who’s behind me. I don’t know what to do.”

The person behind you was getting closer, but you were talking quietly enough so they couldn’t hear you. You were growing increasingly frightened. You knew you were trained for this, but you were still a relatively new agent, especially in comparison to Spencer and the rest of the team. You’ve had your fair share of creepy men come on to you, but you had the advantage of analyzing them and knowing what you were dealing with. You didn’t have that advantage this time around. You could assume the figure behind you was a man by the heavy steps, but that’s about it.

“Keep walking, quickly. I’m on my way. I’m texting the others. Stay on the line with me, please.” His voice was desperate; you could tell he was just as terrified as you. You knew one of his biggest fears was losing you. Your mind briefly flickered to the realization he’d probably never let you work late without him again. The thought seemed comforting in the moment, and you found yourself wishing he was here.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up stiffly.

“Hey baby,” a deep, slimy voice spoke, a few feet behind you.

Damn it, you thought. You had been preoccupied talking to Spencer, you hadn’t realized how much closer he’d gotten.

You ignored the voice, and continued to walk quickly. You were unsure about how to handle the situation. You just wanted to get to your car. You could see it shining in the distance, the beams of light dancing on the windows from the lights in the parking garage. Luckily, you had parked on the lower level so it would be easy to access.

“Hey, I’m talkin’ to ya,” the deep voice continued.

You could hear Spencer frantic on the phone, asking who the voice belonged to. You ignored him; you had to focus on making it to your car.

“Hey!” The voice bellowed, and a strong hand clutched your arm tightly, and you knew it would bruise.

You yanked it away, turning around. “Do not touch me.” You demanded, releasing a shaky breath.

Spencer was losing his mind. “Y/N,” he gasped. “I’m almost there. Hold on.”

You just breathed out in response. You slipped your phone into your back pocket, still on the call with Spencer.

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing alone out here on a night like this?” The man questioned. He smirked, his teeth crooked and his eyes a piercing blue, so different from Spencer’s soft and comforting hazel.

“I’m going home,” you stated, continuing towards your car, but angled so you could continue to watch the man.

“Come on,” he smirked. “Aren’t you up for a little fun?”

He lunged then, grabbing the sides of your arms and pushing you against the concrete wall right next to the parking garage. You struggled against his grip. He had caught you off guard, and he was much stronger than you.

“Let me go,” you spoke deeply, as venomously as you could muster, although the slight crack at the end wasn’t very intimidating.

He just hummed in response, and let his hand travel down your arm and rest against your hip. You squirmed against him, but his grip was far too tight. You felt bile rising up your esophagus at the touch of the vile creature in front of you.

You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes. You couldn’t move. You had no part of your body free to even attempt to utilize the years of training you’ve had. The bastard knew what he was doing, and it terrified you.

The man’s large and sweaty hand traveled further, and squeezed at the fabric of your ass. Against your wishes, your let out a light sob.

All of a sudden, the man was torn away from you, his tight grip causing you to stumble forward onto the grass. It all happened so fast and you looked in the direction of where the man had been pulled to.

You saw a familiar head of brown, wavy hair. Spencer was clad in a Caltech sweatshirt and jeans. He really had left the house as soon as you called. He always preferred to wear a combination of slacks and a button down or sweater.

Spencer had the man pinned against the wall, one arm against his throat and the other — oh my god. Spencer’s right hand had his gun pressed to the man’s side.

“Don’t fucking touch her. What gave you the idea you could touch her?” Spencer growled, his left arm adding pressure to the man’s throat. Spencer rarely cursed; you knew he was pissed. The last time you saw him like this was during the whole events with Emily. But even then… this was different. The veins in his neck were popping out so much it looked like they might burst. Spencer was often protective of you, knowing the dangers out there in the world, but you hadn’t ever seen him like this.

“FBI, put your hands up!” A loud voice boomed to the left of you and you quickly looked towards it, breathing out when you saw Morgan, his gun pointed towards the man and Spencer.

Despite Morgan being here now and you being safe, Spencer didn’t budge from his position against the man.

“Agent Reid,” Morgan boomed, harshly, knowingly. He knew how much Spencer cared for you, and how quickly his emotions could escalate when something he cared about was threatened.

Spencer loosened his grip slightly, and the vile man against the wall lifted his hands up in defense. Spencer hesitated, then finally released him, but pushed the man against the wall as he let go.

Morgan rushed forward and took Spencer’s place, twisting the man so his front was against the wall. He grabbed his wrists and placed them in cuffs.

You were sat, watching the scene in front of you. You felt helpless, vulnerable, stupid. You were an agent of the FBI, how could you have let this happen? You choked back a sob, but a whimper left your lips against your will.

At the soft and solemn sound, Spencer’s gaze dashed to you and his eyes were filled with worry. He rushed to you then, cursing himself for not attending to you earlier. He lifted you from the grass, clutching your shaking form against his own.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked, his hot breath against your ear.

“Just my pride,” you choked, laughing grimly. “I’m so sorry I let this happen.”

His grip on you tightened, his strong hand pulling the small of your back towards him. “Don’t say that. It’s not your fault. We’re pretty sure he’s the unsub the local police department has been looking into.”

You shuttered at the thought. You felt like one of the victims whose smiling face was on the board in the conference room. You felt weak.

As if Spencer could hear your very thoughts, he whispered against your hair, “It’s not your fault.”

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ssaronance · 1 year

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dxhxe · 1 year

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spencer reid doing the face where he has an awkward smile…

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forevermoreale · 1 month

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Spencer wearing his FBI vest makes me week in the knees 🫠

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bluehourbucky · 10 months

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Nightmare

pairing: postjail!Spencer Reid x f!reader

summary: spencer is scared that he'll lose you so he needs a bit of loving <3

warings: violence/ mentions of kidnapping / mild spoilers for s8 and s12 / fingering /unprotected sex

a/n: first time writing for my first love <3 Genuinely had a crush on Spencer before I knew what a crush was duhdhdbd

sorry about the smut I'm still very new to writing it😅 I don't think I'm very good at it but I'm trying!

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Spencer is in a dark hallway, there's only one way he could go, and that's straight ahead. The small copper door stand there at the end, red light puring out of the cracks. The only sound he can hear is his own steps on the wooden floor. He pulls out his gun and starts walking towards them, as he gets closer, he can hear the muffled sound of two maybe three people.

Spencer is at the door and he slowly pushes them, he again puts up his gun and walks in.

This isn't what he expected to see.

"Oh good. Finally joining us Spency, we're just starting to have real fun."

Spencer is horrified to see you straped in a chair, blood driving down your temple, red lines on your wrists from being tied up, your tears falling down your cheek. Cat stands behind you, caressing your arms while you're squirming, trying to get away.

"Leave her alone. This is about us."

Cat laughs maniacally.

"Not anymore. She's pretty, and very special huh, enough to get little Spencey to finally put down his walls." Cat licks your tears and Spencer tries not to gag he knows absolutely how uncomfortable that is.

"Baby I'm gonna get you out of here, I promise."

"Oh that's cute. But I don't think so not until you give me what I want. Why don't we play a game."

Cat smirks sitting down in your lap and taking off the tape that covered your mouth.

"Spencer, no. Don't play her gam-"

Cat puts a hand over your mouth.

"Ah shut it. So what do you say Spency, one game and I let her leave. I do recommend that you do especially when she's in such a delicate state."

Spencer looks at Cat trying to find the lie in her eyes but there's none, then he looks at you silently asking if what Cat is insinuating is true.

You nod slightly, pulling as far away from Cat as you possibly could.

Spencers heart dropped at that moment.

"Okay."

After hours and hours of playing Cats game he was done.

"Alright that's it. I'm done."

Cat laughs and points a gun at you.

"Gonna kill her like your little Meave."

"No." but before he could do anything Cat pulls the trigger.

"Spencer.... Spencer...."

Spencer stands frozen and closes his eyes.

"SPENCER!"

You shake Spencer as hard as you can but he's still not waking up and screaming your name.

Spencer gasps as he finally wakes up from the nightmare.

"Y/N, you're okay?" He pants and holds your face in his hands, inspecting it for injuries.

"I'm okay Spence, are you? It's not real honey I'm right here."

He pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck, his hand holding your head. He can't control his emotions, so he cries, and you let him. You're whispering, it's okay, and it wasn't real over and over again, slowly pulling your fingers through Spencers locks.

"Honey, what happened?"

you ask softly looking at Spencers red eyes.

"She had you. She killed you like Meave. And I lost you and our baby, and I couldn't stop it."

"Spence, sweetheart, that won't happen she's locked up. You know I won't let that happen, right? Never." you wipe the tears and kiss his cheek softly.

"I know, but it felt so real I could've lost you."

You smile sadly.

"You'll never lose me okay. Also did I hear you right, something about the baby?"

Spencer looks away, but you turn his head.

"I know we talked about it and we agreed that it's not the best idea but I think I'd like us to talk about it again."

"Well I'm not opposed to it especially because I enjoy baby making process."

Spencer laughs at that, and you're relieved that you've managed to make him smile. Your heart hurts for him he's been through so much, and he deserves the world, and you've made it your mission to take care of him as long as you live.

"I love you."

"Love you too,sap." You laugh and hit him slightly.

"Seriously I don't know what I would do without you, I don't deserve you."

"Spence. None of that nonsense. It's not about deserving it's about choosing, and I choose you every day. How about we start making that baby, what do you say?"

Spencer being Spencer says

"It is very unlikely that you get pregnant on the first try as you're on birth control. It is 91% effective, and you've been using it correctly, so the odds-"

you roll your eyes and push him down on the bed, straddling him, then slowly you kiss him. Spencer deepens the kiss by putting his hand around your neck, pulling you closer. You pull away, and your lips trail down behind his ear gently nibbling the sensitive skin. Your lips continue going lower and lower. You absolutely enjoy the little noises that leave his lips when you softly bite the skin right above his nipple.

"Baby, please." Spencer whispers, and you smile against him.

You gasp as he suddenly turns you around, and has you pinned against the bed, his fingers interlocked with yours.

"I love you. You're incredible."

"I know. Just please touch me." you moan when you lift your hips to rub against him.

"Spence," you whimper as he takes off your shirt and places kisses between your breasts. Not being able to hold it in you moan when Spencers fingers enter you.

"Oh god please don't stop."

Spencer curls his fingers inside and starts fucking you with them making you see the stars, he knows your body so well and knows exactly where you need him the most- which is exactly why he's not touching you there.

"Hugging my fingers so well pretty. You're so tight can't wait to be inside you." all you can do is moan at his words when his thumb finally starts circling your clit.

"Please,please,please." Spencer chuckles and attaches his lips to your nipple swirling his tongue and gently biting it, making you scream.

"Go ahead baby." That's all you need to go over the edge, you cum as you scream Spencers name, nails scratching down his arms.

Spencer barely let's you recover as you feel the head of his cock at your entrance.

"You okay, hon?"

"Please just fuck me."

And who is Spencer to deny you especially when you've asked so nicely.

At first, his thrusts are slow and gentle,he's making love to you.

"Love you so much, princess."

Before you can reply, his fingers find their way to your clit and that combined with the hard thrusts and Spencer spreading your thighs more going deeper makes you see the stars.

"Please I can't I'm so close." you manage to say between the moans and pants he's hitting your spot with every thrust.

"I'm close too just a bit more love." Spencer grunts as he feels you squeezing him, the room is filled with your moans and skin slapping, the tears falling down your face trying not to cum as Spencers thrusts become sloppier and faster.

"Let go, baby. I got you." You hold on to Spencers hair and squeeze his hand as you cum your orgasm overwhelming you. Spencer is not too far behind as soon as you came and squeezed him he was a goner, and the sound he let out was borderline pornographic.

When he tries to pull out your legs trap him.

"Wanna feel you til I fall asleep."

"Gonna get you pregnant like this." Spencer jokes.

"Mr genius didn't you say it's impossible."

"No I said it's a low possibility but not impossible."

You can't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry about waking you up. Sorry I'm messed up."

"Spencer, don't do that."

"Really don't know why you're with me and how you even fell in love with me when you met me at my worst and you still found good in me."

You look at him, and sadness washes over you, it is true you've met at his worst you were one of the few FBI agents who were not on the team that helped when Spencer was in jail. When the FBI didn't stand behind him, you were furious. Yeah, maybe you didn't know him personally, but you've heard about everything he'd done for the FBI, and you couldn't believe what assholes wouldn't help one of the best assets to the FBI.

"I have a thing for bad boys." It was now Spencers turn to laugh.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I kinda liked the unhinged Spencer he was hot."

"Well who says that he's gone."

Spencer smirks and you can tell he doesn't plan on letting you sleep any time soon.

[THE END]

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chrrysgirl · 5 months

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a hug from him, where he holds the back of my head, would make all my problems go away i’m so serious.

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minswriting · 8 days

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nsfw | mdni | spencer reid x reader | handjob, overstimulation, sub spencer 🥰

imagine making spencer whine and whimper after he got back after a long and draining case. he’s sat against your chest, between your legs as you jerk off his cock. he had already cum twice before and his body was jerking and spasming. the room was filled with the sound of your hand moving up and down his length, using spencer’s cum as lube.

“mmm-oh fuck,” he whined, bucking his hips. “is too much, is too much, oh my god,” spencer threw his head back, landing on your shoulder.

you cooed, slowing down your hand. “is it really too much, baby?” you asked softly but mockingly. “and here you were a while ago begging me to make you cum continuously tonight,” you sighed.

spencer thrusted his hips to gain more friction on his cock. “no, no, no. please don’t stop,” he begged. “want you to make me cum again. please don’t stop. it feels so good,” spencer’s voice was desperate, needy, wanting nothing more than to be at your mercy.

“good boy,” you said, kissing the shell of his ear as you moved your hand faster.

spencer let out a loud moan, closing his eyes from the pleasure. “feels so good, oh my god,” he whimpered, feeling the tension building inside of him. “gonna cum, gonna cum, oh fuck,” and just as he said so, he began releasing ropes of cum, coating your hand and his stomach. you jerked him off through his orgasm before slowing your hand down. you kissed spencer’s cheek, letting him bask in the post orgasmic feeling.

that was until you started again. and the night didn’t end until spencer had cum at least two more times.

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thedelusionalbitchgianna · 4 months

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Spencer to Hotch: Emily told me to tell you that I want McDonald's

Emily standing in the doorway: I did not!

Hotch who just wanted to sleep: How the fuck did you two get in my house?

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criminal-mindsincorrect · 4 months

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Emily, walking in the meeting room : Hi everyone

No answer

Emily : Guys ??

Penelope : We can't hear dead people.

Everyone : nods

Emily : You guys are so dramatic it was ONE TIME

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 12 days

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You asked for Spencer Reid and Reader requests, particularly plus size, and I am so down bad for that man! Especially later seasons him.

Could I have one where he and the reader are intellectual peers but also enemies? Like she's on the team and just as wicked smart as him and into old literature and languages but they constantly butt heads? And the team knows they really just have feelings for each other, but they'll never admit it. Maybe the reader admits it to Penelope or someone one night drinking that he's hot but she never thought he'd actually sleep with her bc she's fat, but she'll take his attention any way she can get it. Maybe Spencer overhears and proceeds to show her just how hot he finds her arguing with him? 👀 Thank you in advance, girlie!

༉‧₊˚. 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 || 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

— pairing: spencer reid x plus size!reader

— summary: you and spencer hate each other, that much is obvious... right?

— warnings: very surprisingly crude language in this, self-doubt, implied insecurities, misunderstandings, e2l, they're in love and everyone else knows besides them, i made them dorks i don't apologize, mentions of wet dreams, mentions of male masturbation, dirty thoughts, kissing, stripping, vaginal fingering, spencer's dirty mouth, lots of reassurance 'cause i'm a sap, spencer reid #1 consent king, missionary, unprotected sex, sex god spencer?!?! (he does his research), pleasure dom!spencer, switch r & spencer, heavy praise, and a fluffy ending to tie this all up in a nice little bow!

— wc: 3136

⋆ a/n: okay i do admit that this is RIDICULOUSLY long, but i knew exactly what i was getting into writing this and honestly i had so much fun! i don't think i've ever created such characters that have so much chemistry with each other, so cheers to that! (unedited unfortunately :[)

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As soon as you hear Spencer’s voice, you make a point to groan obnoxiously loud.

“And just to think I would be able to go home without a headache today.”

You could feel the glare from said man burning a hole in the back of your head, so you swivel your chair around in order to face the music – in a pleasurable masochist kind of way. His annoyingly handsome face was twisted up in irritation – much to your glee – his eyebrows turned down, and his perfect, plush lips pulled into a deep frown.

You could tell you had interrupted him saying something that he deemed important, most likely a fact that you and him would go back and forth on, and you couldn’t be more pleased with yourself.

“Funny you mention that seeing as though your voice is the cause of mine.” He bit back, his eyes narrowed into slits. “Aw, you think of my voice?” You tease. “Only in my nightmares.” You wink at him. “You still think about me.”.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Luke piped up from his own desk, drawing the attention from your other intrigued co-workers in the bullpen. “Oh here we go.” Tara said in amusement at Luke’s rambling.

“Back when I was a kid there was this girl that I went to school with, and I would always tug on her hair or try to trip her,” His voice was almost reminiscent. “Everyone thought I hated her, when in reality I was just trying to get her attention.”

“Ah,” Matt said with a smile, “The classic ‘boy bullying the girl he likes,’ or in this case, it’s the girl this time.” Your cheeks began to heat and your eyes went wide, Spencer’s own face and the tips of his ears turning an admirable pink hue.

“Absolutely not -”

“What? No -”

Both Spencer and you stumbled over each other to try and defend yourself, but you didn’t have a chance because Emily’s voice cut through whatever was about to be said next, the woman making haste from her office and into the room with the round table.

“Alright you guys, enough. We’ve got a case.”

“To a job well done!” Penelope cheered as she held up her citrusy alcoholic beverage in the air, signaling she wanted to toast.

You smiled indulgently at the woman sitting next to you, clinking your glass with hers noisily and flickering your eyes over to where a disheveled Spencer Reid sat. You didn’t say anything to him though, because you’re a big ol’ softie and like to let the boy wonder rest before you have him back on his toes.

His eyes met yours the same time your glasses collided. You wish you could say that the vibrations from the clinking was the cause of the shiver that forced its way down your spine, but you knew better.

It was like the rest of the bar disappeared, the sound of the others joining in on your rejoicing fell on deaf ears. You could have sworn his dark brown puppy-dog eyes drank you in before he looked away and cleared his throat, taking a rather comically large gulp of his water.

Your eyelashes fluttered like a thousand butterflies wings as you rushed to drink your own beverage.

“Okay, what was that!?” You felt Penelope’s finger poke at your ribs before you actually heard her.

“Ow - fuck! What was what?” You yelped quietly, your hand reaching down to bat away her stabbing digits. “The - the -” She fought to portray her words before her face lit up when she found the correct ones, “The eyefucking!”

Your stomach erupted in butterflies, “Eyefucking? What eyefucking?” You asked with a scoff, hiding your blush behind the rim of your mug.

“Oh, please, don’t give me that.” It was Penelope’s turn to scoff at you. “Everybody knows that you and Spencer like each other.” She said it almost like it was a fact, leaning forward to take a smug sip of her drink through the miniature black straw.

Spencer knew listening in on Penelope and your conversation was inappropriate; but in his defense, you guys weren’t really quiet about what you were talking about.

“I -” He heard you begin, “It’s one-sided.” Was all you said before draining your beer. “So you admit it!” Penelope exclaimed with a gasp.

Spencer felt his eyes go wide at her words, but there was this desperate feeling that spread throughout his body; one that caused his fingers to twitch and the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“When you put it like that it sounds childish!” You complained slightly, biting at the meat of your lip. “I… I’m just not his type you know? Like - you know better than anyone that guys don’t pay attention to girls like us, so you have to learn to improvise.” You were cringing at your own words, but the liquid in your cup was enough to loosen your tongue and lower your inhibitions.

“Was me choosing to constantly argue with him the smartest way to try and peak his interest? No, but I knew he liked a challenge and well… it definitely wasn’t the proudest conclusion I ever came to, but what was I supposed to do? It isn’t like Spencer would date me let alone actually want to sleep with me.”

Spencer wanted to argue with you about how wrong you were, to tell you about every thought he’d ever had about you.

He wanted to tell you about how much you frustrate him, how at first, he thought he hated you and it took him an embarrassingly long time to realize he hated how badly he wanted you; hated how many dirty dreams he had included you and that plush body of yours. He’d wondered how soft you were, how you smelled and tasted.

Did your moans and whines sound as enchanting as your laugh? Did your eyes twinkle the same way when you were about to cum?

Those thoughts kept him up at night and his hands in his pants, stroking himself to his unlimited imagination all revolved around you. Those were the days that he was more prone to pick fights with you, mostly because he was embarrassed, ashamed, and quite frankly plain ol’ horny.

Spencer thought you were just so sexy, especially when he had managed to light that fire under your ass that really got you going. He wasn’t a sadist or a masochist by any means, but he loved when you yelled at him. So, for you to think so lowly of yourself it almost drove him mad because you didn’t know.

But you were going to.

You were going to kill whoever was bothering you on your day off.

The knocking was unexpected, but so was who was responsible for the noise.

“Spencer?” You asked in surprise.

Usually you were prepared for your exchanges with the man, but if your pajamas were anything to go by, you were anything but. Spencer felt his mouth go dry at the sight of your tits sitting braless in a thin undershirt, your soft tummy slightly straining against the cotton material and a pair of shorts that look like they were practically strangling your thighs.

The only thing he could really say was… “Do you know how infuriating you are?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms over your chest, and little did you know the action pressed the tops of your breasts over the hemline. “Excuse me?” You almost scoffed, “Please don’t tell me you came all the way here just to argue with me.”

“No I - fuck just let me finish.” This was not how he wanted this to go. You looked like you wanted to say something but your curiosity made you choose to stay silent.

“Do you know why you’re so infuriating?” He asked, taking a tentative but careful step towards you. “Because you haunt my every living thought. I see you when I’m awake, I see you when I’m asleep. I can’t… I can’t escape you! I can’t escape how I feel about you.”

Your eyes were wide and your brows were furrowed; it looked like you almost couldn’t breathe.

“But you want to know the worst part?” His hand lands on your cheek and his thumb gently caresses the skin there. “You have the audacity to think that I wouldn’t want you.”

“You want me?” You asked in disbelief. “But I… but I thought you hated me? I mean - I haven’t been all that nice to you.” You attempt to joke weakly, but your body is on fire; your stomach is tangled up in knots. You were trembling in excitement at his words but in disbelief too.

“Do you have any idea how much I love arguing with you?”

You laughed at his words, your lips slipping into a small smirk as you threw your arms around his neck in an act of boldness. “Oh yeah?” You hummed seductively. “You wanna show me how much?”

“Yeah,” He replied breathlessly. “I do.”

And just like that his mouth was on yours and a long leg shot out behind him to shut your front door. The slam made you yelp, but it quickly melted into a giggle against his lips when he reconnected them.

Spencer tugged you closer to him, and God the feeling of your body was so much better than anything his subconscious could have conjured up. You felt so soft and the front part of your torso pressed against his chest in a way that if he didn’t have you naked under him soon he was going to go crazy.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He didn’t want to pull away from you, but he wanted to do this right.

“I didn’t know you were a gentleman, Reid.” You teased with a dazed smile on your face. “There’s a lot of things that you don’t know about me.” You quirked a brow. “Oh really? How about you tell me?”

“Later,” He said with a lazy shake of his head, “Later.”

His hand reached down to cup your ass, your crotch rubbing on the large boner restrained by his pants. You moaned quietly at the feeling, and found yourself saying, “Down the hall and to the left.”

When you arrived, he couldn’t keep his hands off you; they grabbed at your back, ass, waist, hips. There was so much of you that he had no idea where to start. All he knew is that he wanted all of you right now.

“Can I take your shirt off, please?” His words almost came out as a whine and it welcomed a fresh wave of arousal in your panties. “Take off whatever you want, I’m yours.” A reassuring confession that Spencer had no idea he needed to hear.

His lithe, veiny hands tugged at your top first, dragging it over your head and throwing it somewhere random. Your pants and panties were next to go and you couldn’t help but shiver at Spencer's intense stare.

“I’m uh- feeling a little vulnerable here, could you lose a layer or two?”

The man blinked rapidly, his fingers shooting to undo the buttons on his cardigan. “Yes, yeah of course, sorry I -'' You grabbed the shaky digits. “Calm down, take it slow. I’m not going anywhere.” It was a light jab meant to ease his nerves. For a moment he looked unsure but you gave an encouraging smile.

After his clothes disappeared he held you by your waist, walking you backwards until your calves hit the bed. You quickly hurried to scale the mattress until your head hit the pillows.

“God,” Spencer gulped. “This is so much better than what I imagined.” You giggled slightly. “As much as I appreciate your flattery, I want you to fuck me. Now.” You said it with such simplicity that his eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets at your crudeness.

He swallowed his shock. “Whatever the lady wants.”

He hurried to crawl over your leaning body; you cup his cheek in an act of haste, dragging him down to lay on top of you. His own hands didn’t stop their determined trail, tracing the soft planes of your plush body until he reached your wet cunt.

You whine loudly at the feeling of Spencer’s fingers stroking your damp slit.

“So responsive.” He murmured with delighted smirk. You go to say something snarky but you’re quickly cut off when he begins to rub tight circles on your clit. “‘M sensitive.” You gasp against his lips, your back arching and pressing further into him.

His body falls to the side, laying next to your naked one with a cheek balanced on his fist. “I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers first,” Spencer whispers into your ear. His ring finger entered your warmth slowly and he felt himself choke on his words. You mewled, a hand shooting up to tangle in his long, curly hair, the other grabbed at his wrist.

“Then, I’m gonna make you cum on my cock.” After a few experimental twists of his wrist, his middle finger joins the first. Your breathing speeds up with every movement of his digits.

“Afterwards, ‘m gonna clean you up and take you out to eat.” Your brain could barely process what he was saying, but every word that left his mouth added to the swarming butterflies in your gut – which felt so juvenile seeing as though he was already knuckle deep inside you.

“And when we get home, I’m gonna eat this sweet pussy for dessert.”

Your eyelashes were fluttering rapidly, your hips moving frantically on his fingers in an attempt to try and get him deeper. Spencer must have sensed what you needed, because with a few firm swipes on your sensitive clit sent you spiraling over the edge.

“Spencer, Spencer, Spencer… I - I -” Your gummy walls squeezed his digits, and the only thing keeping you grounded was the heat coming from his body.

“Wow.” You laughed breathlessly. “Wow indeed.” He mimics with the same amount of amusement.

“Are you okay to keep going?” He asks.

“Are you kidding?” The look on his face was almost laughable, and you gave his naked chest an encouraging pat. “Hell yeah I’m good, how about you?”

“If I told you I could cum just from watching you, would you believe me?” You roll your eyes and snort. “We’ll find out later, loverboy. Get up here.”

He scrambles to get on top of you, but then stops. “Wait, wait,” He reaches behind your head and grabs a pillow. “Lift your hips up for me.” Your eyes go wide, because who in the fuck taught him that? Though you move a bit slowly through your surprise, he manages to get the soft thing under you, your lower back now elevated.

But all excitement dies out when he realizes there might be no protection, he looks like he could almost cry.

“It’s cool, Spence. I’m on the pill and I… I haven’t had sex with anyone in an embarrassingly long time.” You admit shyly, your eyes casting to the side nervously. “I’m clean too. I don’t really remember the last time I’ve had sex either.”

You guys make eye contact and erupt into a fit of giggles, “To relearning the art of sexual intercourse then.” Spencer scrunches his nose up at your wording, but you don’t give him any time to retort because you’ve already placed two hands on his face, tugging his head down to kiss your smile-split lips.

He takes the time to kiss you for a moment before reaching down to line his dick up to your entrance. You both shiver at the sensation. You guys disconnect your lips to watch him enter you, your foreheads pressed together and breaths mingled in anticipation.

You moaned in unison when he slowly but surely seethed himself in you fully, and your body tensed at the long awaited intrusion. “Gimme a sec.” You gulped. “Yeah, yeah, of course.” He panted.

You allowed yourself a moment to relax, brushing your fingers through his curls as a way to comfort Spencer as well. After taking a few more seconds to enjoy the raw, intimate moment between the two of you, you said, “Okay. Okay, I’m good.”

Spencer licked his lips and rolled his hips tentatively, and your breath hitched. A string of whimpers were soon to follow with every drag of his cock against your sensitive inner walls, the leftovers of your previous orgasm leaving your body feeling electric.

Your mouth drops open into an ‘o’ shape when his tip brushes your g-spot.

“Right - right there Spence…good boy - fuck - good fucking boy.”

The term of endearment was an accidental slip of the tongue, but it had frayed some nerve in his body, because the groan that left him was guttural and hungry.

“Say -” He huffs. “Say it again, please.” The pace of his thrusts speed up as he begs, and your nails drag down his back. “You’re my good boy, Spencie.” His eyes flutter shut at the praise and he doesn’t bother to be gentle anymore.

“Mphm! More - I need more.”

“Okay, okay.” He rushed to balance on his elbow so that his other arm could slip between the two of your bodies to rub at your clit. Your back arched, and Spencer all but throbbed inside of you, his balls tightening and threatening to cum right then and there; but ever the gentleman, he waited, his stomach sucked in tightly and his body jolting quivering.

“I - I’m gonna cum.”

It didn’t take much to pull you into a kiss. It was sloppy, and messy, and lewd and all of those other wonderful synonyms. Spit dribbled down your chins and with one last hard thrust that almost sent you up the bed, you gripped onto the older man for dear life.

Everything went white as you came; your hearing, your vision, every single cognitive thought you had pretty much flew out the window.

It was Spencer gently wiping the sweat off of your brow that brought you back down to reality, your lungs finally opening up and expanding for that much needed air.

“Hey,” He cooed. “There you are.”

“Hi,” You sighed with a ditzy smile on your face.

There was a moment of silence before you said, “How about we save the oral for breakfast?” Spencer laughed, but nonetheless nodded in agreement. “That sounds perfect.”

“So, what’s for dessert then?” He couldn’t help but ask. “Hm…” You pondered for a moment.

“How about ice cream?”

“I like ice cream.” But then he added, “But I like you more.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst.” You groaned, covering your eyes, but your grin gave you away. “I like you too, I guess.”

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Proven Me Wrong | S.R.

Summary: Reader hates their glasses, so they opt to go visionless for a day. Spencer won't let that happen. Warnings: None Word Length: 1.1k

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Grabbing your belongings from your passenger seat, you opened your car door and stepped into the dimly lit parking garage. You began trudging towards the exit, squinting your eyes as you went.

You had completely forgotten to pick up a new batch of contact lenses over the weekend, and now you were forced to deal with the consequences. You hated wearing your glasses to work, so you opted to just not have your full range of vision for the day. It's just one day, you had thought.

It's not that you didn't like your glasses; they were relatively fashionable. You just always felt that you weren't taken as seriously when you had your glasses. Due to the heavy prescription resulting in the lenses having to be quite thick, it exemplified the size of your eyes and you felt made you look significantly younger.

Traipsing into the BAU office and arriving at your desk, you placed your belongings down. You noticed the teetering tower of case files that were newly piled onto your desk. Coffee, you thought. You needed coffee first before beginning to even consider the sheer number of files that you needed to complete.

Upon entering the kitchenette area, you beelined to the coffee maker were about to pour yourself a cup. You hadn't noticed, or rather hadn't seen, Spencer staring at you when you came in.

"Hi," he spoke, startling you. "Did you not see me? I already prepared you a cup."

He handed you a steaming mug of the bitter liquid. You could smell the cream and caramel syrup he had already added for you. Your favorite.

"Sorry, thank you," you smiled at him, his face blurry and doubling from your lack of vision prescription. Despite your current impairment, you could see a smile ghost his face.

You two wordlessly made your way back to the bullpen, and you placed your steaming cup at your desk.

"Did you get the same amount as me?" You asked, referring to the towering pile of case files mounted on your desk. "This is going to take forever."

Spencer's brow creased before he hummed and spoke, "I got about the same. I can take a few from you."

You waved your hand at him. "No, no," you brushed him off, "I can do it."

Spencer ignored you then, grabbing a handful of your case files and taking them to his desk.

"Spence," you laughed, astonished at his tenacity.

"It's fine. I can finish just these in less than a half hour anyways." He never intended his remarks about his quick reading and high IQ to sound conceited, but it sort of came with the territory.

"Well, thank you." You appreciated the help and sat down to complete your remaining files.

It was nearing lunchtime, and your completed pile had finally started to catch up with your uncompleted. Despite the small victory, you still struggled. You were in pain; the space behind your eyes burning. After squinting for nearly 4 hours due to your lack of clear vision, the eye strain had completely taken over your every thought.

You rubbed at your eyes, and seriously considered asking Spencer for the eye drops that you knew he had stashed in one of his desk drawers. You and Spencer had been together a fair while now, and he knew you wore contacts, but he had never seen you in your glasses. You didn't think he would think anything bad of you, necessarily, but something in your gut still caused insecurity to bubble up.

"Are you alright?" Spencer appeared beside you then, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I can take a couple more of your files if you'd like."

You shook your head, not wanting Spencer to do any more of your work for you. You already felt guilty enough about the ones he had snatched from earlier.

"Nah," you dismissed, "My eyes are just tired. I ran out of contacts and forgot to pick up more."

"Why aren't you just wearing your glasses, then?" Spencer was confused, his brow furrowed in perplexity. He did not understand why you wouldn't want to see your work, if you had the ability to. As far as he knew, your glasses were still fully functional. He had never seen them on you, but he knew enough to know that you owned some.

You sighed, realizing you would have to share your insecurity with him. You hated confusing Spencer, and the crease on his forehead resulting from pure puzzlement made you feel guilty.

"I just," you started, looking to see if any of your fellow agents were around. "I don't like the way they look on me."

"But," Spencer's brow was still scrunched. "Don't you need to see your work? I don't understand why you wouldn't wear them if it meant you could complete your work comfortably."

You exhaled, frustrated. You loved Spencer, but sometimes he did not understand your insecurities. He was so factual and logical, and most days you loved that about him. However, sometimes it was hard to express your feelings and have him understand you.

You thought of a way to explain this to him so that he would understand.

"I'm insecure about them. I," you considered your next words. "I worry that they make me look unprofessional. And you haven't seen me in them; what if you think I look hideous?"

Spencer laughed, and it warmed your insides, both with love and with irritation.

"It's not funny!"

"No, no it isn't," Spencer cooed. "I'm sorry. It's just that I would never think you looked bad in anything, let alone hideous. It seems silly to me that you wouldn't just wear them if it meant that you could see your files."

You appreciated his words, but you humphed dramatically anyway. Your facade had been foiled by the intelligent young man.

"Fine," you muttered, digging through your bag for your glasses case. You found the leather-bound object and opening it, you pulled out your black, thick rimmed glasses and slipped them on your face. You hummed, the feeling of finally being able to see the world around you clearly was soothing.

Spencer looked at you; he just stared. You shifted uncomfortably, staring up at him through the newly placed glasses on your nose.

Spencer noticed your shifting and was quick to say something. "I think you look absolutely ravishing."

You laughed then, and said, "I think that's a bit dramatic."

Spencer shook his head, "No, it's true. I didn't think you could get more beautiful, but you've proven me wrong."

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