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womenloverlmao · 3 days
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Spencer Reid Headcanon
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Spencer once comes home and like all of his non-button-up shirts (very few) are in the dirty laundry and this boy is so confused and then he just sees you walking in his shirt and it all clicks.
"We've resorted to thievery now, huh?"
"What's yours is mine."
"And what-"
"And what's mine is also mine."
He smiles but he still calls you a thief.
What's your sentence, you ask?
He's got his arms wrapped around you and he's not letting you go babes.
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how SPENCER REID shows his love:
gn!reader — fluff
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he shows it with his chivalry: opting to walk on the outside of the path, keeping you safe from the cars on the road. though, when you forget the rule, he's quick to remind you - a gentle hand cupping the small of your back, guiding you to swap places with him. 
he shows it with his touch: only ever wanting your hands in his, always preferring the touch of you. whether that be fingers loosely entwined or a deep embrace, you'd be the only person he'd let touch him in the way you do. he likes knowing you're near, so he's often one to have his fingers playing with the ends of your hair or fiddling with the fabric on your clothes.
he shows it with his thoughtfulness: reminding you to bring a jacket, knowing the weather will change later in the day. but if you were to leave it behind, it would be no problem - he'd already have a spare for you. he's often forgetful with his own things but never when it comes to you.
he shows it with his articulate attention to detail: giving gifts that hold a story, a specific meaning tied in. whether that be a memory you told in passing or a saying you shared, he's one to remember and give you a little something with sentiment.
he shows it with his vulnerability: opening up about the difficulties in his life - sharing all the things he was forced to overcome. he allows himself to be exposed and needy and anxious around you, letting you see the parts most don't want to see. 
he shows it early in the morning: waking up before he has to so he can squeeze in some last-minute cuddles before leaving for work. always snuggling himself up behind you, pressing kisses into your hair - remembering your scent for his day away from you. you have to be awake before he can leave though, he can't not say "goodbye."
he never fails to show you his love.
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idk if I like this, but I miss him and this was my in drafts so worth posting
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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 23 hours
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a/n: i know no one asked for this but it was on my mind! you can thank thickly cut pieces of onion for this one!
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thinking about spencer with a partner with sensory issues 😭 like they can't stand the feeling certain textures to the point where when they feel it/bite into it they feel the sensation all throughout their body.
he's just the sweetest about it too ☹️ like let's say you bite into something that has a less than favorable crunch and you just absolutely freeze up. you can already feel the itchiness incoming and that shiver of disgust shooting up your spine. it doesn't bother him when you gag and spit the food out, nor when you stim to get that unpleasant feeling out of your body.
he just sits there next to you comforts you if you need it 😭☹️🤍
+ second a/n: this is me projecting b/c i absolutely cannot stand the feeling of things like onions (goes for all... even green 😒), or strawberries even though they're actually delectable ☹️
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ddejavvu · 3 months
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Hi Mei!! ♡ How about Reid dating a sunshine!reader who tells obviously wrong facts when he is in earsight, just to mess with him? Bc I think it would be so funny 😭😭 Anyway, have a nice day, and thank you so much for all your quality content, you're saving lives <333
"Oh my god Emily, you're never gonna believe this," You lean in towards the brunette grinning at you, but your voice stays loud enough for Spencer to hear across the desk, "I just found out that bowling is more dangerous than dinosaurs are."
Her brow dips but her lips quirk up, "Alright, you've hooked me. What's the punchline?"
"No punchline," You shake your head, feeling Reid's curious stare on the back of it, "In 2019 someone died at a bowling alley after slipping on the floor and splitting his head open. But in that same year, there wasn't a single death by dinosaur. Isn't that insane?"
Spencer is already piping up before Emily can properly laugh, but you can still hear her beneath his frantic, "Uh, honey, that's not- that's not exactly right. I mean, dinosaurs would be incredibly dangerous, if any of them were still alive. Which, in 2019- uh, they were not."
"Statistically speaking, Spence," You use his favorite phrase against him, but you're not sure he picks up on the teasing grin set on your face beyond the concern he's stewing in, "You can't argue with the numbers."
"Well- you can't, but in 2019, the number of dinosaurs alive was zero, so that's- that's the only number that really matters, baby, but if you wanted to read more about the risks associated with communal sports venues, I'd be happy to share some articles I've looked into on-"
"Ah, leave it to Reid to turn a sick-ass discussion about dinosaurs about the dangers of fun," Morgan scoffs. He wasn't in on your plan from the beginning, but he's happy to jump on the bandwagon, "Besides, the last Jurassic Park movie was made in 2022, so there were dinosaurs alive, duh."
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ackermans-angel · 5 days
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Imagine drunk spencer reid hanging on your legs on a night out
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de4dlyniightshade · 3 months
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I just imagine that like Spencer HATES being vocal but the boys so sensitive he can't help but moan like a whore
THISSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. DIE ON IT.
HEADCANON SEGMENT!!! :3
i just know he's fighting for his life every time you give him a handjob, his eyes squeezed shut while he grips anything he can, trying so hard not to let any sounds slip out but he just can't help but let out cute little whimpers and gasps.
prince(he's too cute to be a king)of overstimulation!!! he'd take it like such a champ, letting you milk him dry until he can't even think for himself, he'd just moan and whimper and beg.
would literally almost bust when you whispered something like "let me hear you, baby" and just can't help but moan like a SLUT
every time you two go at it at least one neighbour complains bcs he's just so loud, practically screaming your name over and over.
honestly for the longest time he managed to convince you he was just quiet naturally but his facade fell the first time you overstimulated him, which was completely by accident, spencer, unbeknownst to you, had already rubbed one out before coming over but you pounced on him as soon as he was through the door so he was still sensitive and reactive, you thumb rubbing his tip making him let out an almost pornographic moan.
one of your favourite things to do is touch him in public, like in a bathroom or changing room so nobody would see you but he'd have to force himself to be quiet so you wouldn't get caught, your rule being that he wasn't allowed to cover his mouth, he had to just keep quiet.
you'd never been with someone so vocal before and you honestly don't think you could go back, you were addicted to the way he babbled almost incoherently, the pleasure going to his head and making him speak his mind, which is when he said some of the sweetest things to you, like how beautiful you are and how much he loves you and the way you make him feel.
one time derek came to spencer's apartment to drop something off while you two were preoccupied, the sound of spencer's loud moaning and whining being very audible even from outside his door, which started the constant teasing and fake moaning around the bureau.
i honestly might have to write a fic abt this>:3
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golden1u5t · 4 months
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dad!spencer >>>>>>
“Spencer?” You called out for him as you walked into the empty bullpen with your daughter holding your hand, you frowned as you looked around for him. After looking around for a few minutes your eyes landed on the conference room, since the blinds were open you could see the team sitting at the table.
You took a seat at Spencer’s desk until he was done reviewing the case, your daughter sat on your lap playing on her tablet. You set the brown paper bag down on the desk, you had brought lunch and you had planned to sit with him for a bit but someone had other plans.
A few minutes later the team emerged from the conference room. Spencer’s face twisted in confusion as he saw someone in his chair, his hand reaching for his gun but he quickly relaxed once he recognized your signature butterfly barrett and his daughters laugh. You looked up from watching your daughters tablet when you heard quick footsteps getting closer to you.
“Y/N, hi!” He breathed once he reached you. You took your daughters tablet and placed it on the desk and let Spencer take her from your lap, you stood up and quickly pressed a kiss to his lips. Spencer smiled and pressed a kiss to his daughters head. “What are you doing here? I thought you had her photoshoot today.”
“We did, it was earlier this morning. I figured we could come have lunch with you,” You pushed the brown bag towards him. “But, I see you guys have gotten a new case.”
Emily heard your daughters giggles and immediately left her conversation with Rossi for her. She squirmed in Spencer’s arms and reached for Emily, screaming “aunty em” until she took her from Spencer’s arms, taking her away to be with the rest of the team while you and Spencer had some time together before he was gone.
You smiled as you watched the team with her, remembering how quick the team fell in love with her. They were in love with her before she was even born. You stepped closer to him and rested your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“We still have half an hour before we leave. You guys can stay while we wait, I want to spend some time with her before I leave for however long.” He mumbled, into your hair. He sighed as he looked at her playing with the team. “I hope she knows how much I love her.”
“Of course she does, Spence. She knows that your job keeps you away sometimes but I make sure to tell her all the time how much you love her.” You lean back and cup his face so he could look a you, a small frown on your face. “She knows you love her and she loves you too. We love you.”
Spencer nodded and pressed his lips to yours gently, a small tug on his pants leg forcing him to pull away. He looked down to see his daughter tugging at his pants.
“Daddy, can we eat now?”
“Of course, sweet girl.”
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runnyeggsworld · 2 months
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he’s so boyfriend
i’m such a SLUT for this man it’s not even funny
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*Spencer zoned out*
Derek: What are you thinking about?
Spencer: How long i'd survive if you suffocated me with a pillow.
Derek: What's wrong with you?
Spencer: Do you want a list?
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appocalipse · 22 days
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selfish - spencer reid
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summary: someone sends you flowers at work. spencer hates it more than he likes to admit.
a/n: i'm watching criminal minds again so...yeah, there we go. 2.1k words. ily if you read & reblog. ♥
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"Coffee?"
The question takes you by surprise as much as the voice that says it does—you've been so absorbed in your work you almost forgot there was anyone else on the floor aside from you. Almost being the key word here, since it's pretty hard for you not to notice Spencer Reid.
You turn around in your seat, a little startled, but when you see him standing there, leaning slightly against his desk and looking at you expectantly, you immediately smile. You let out a heavy sigh and take a look at the papers scattered on your table.
"Yes, please."
Spencer smiles back and turns to head towards the kitchenette. When he comes back, cup of steaming coffee in hand, you're trying to re-arrange the chaotic mess that is your workplace as best you can. You'd never been particularly organized — your mind works differently than most people, always bouncing around from one thing to another — and even after seven years of working at the BAU, you still have trouble keeping everything in order.
And today there's something you don't often see sitting on top of the stack of books on your desk: flowers. Generic, vibrant red roses, to be specific; something straight out of a grocery store parking lot display, wrapped in brown paper and tied together with string. It’s the thought that counts, you suppose, though maybe putting a little effort would’ve been nice. There’s a little card attached that reads "Thanks for last night  - Zach".
You wonder what Zach, last night’s blind date, is thanking you for. He had seemed nice enough during dinner, sure — a good conversationalist, quick-witted, easy on the eyes — but by the end of the night, you had already made up your mind that this wasn't going anywhere. You didn't let yourself think too much about the why, though. It would've led to questions you didn't want to answer.
"Here," Spencer says, bringing you back to the present, and you take the coffee cup from him. His brow furrows as his gaze trails downwards, until it settles on the small bundle of flowers.
You know he had already noticed it earlier, when he walked into the bullpen this morning, but he hadn't said anything then.
"You're a lifesaver," you say, ignoring the way your stomach churns, and take a sip of coffee. Unsurprisingly, it's exactly the way you like it.
Spencer hums, doesn't look away. "Did you...have a good time last night?" he asks carefully, almost cautiously.
"How did you..."
"Garcia," he replies simply, before you can even finish the question.
"Ah...I should've guessed."
Of course she would tell Spencer — she tells everyone everything, but especially Spencer, who has become her best friend over the past several years.
"Sorry," he says sheepishly.
"Don't be, you have nothing to apologize for." You shake your head, let out a light laugh. "It's Garcia we're talking about."
"Right," he agrees, but it sounds absent, somehow.
And suddenly his gaze flickers up, catches yours. You inhale sharply. Something is there, in the way he's looking at you, in the way his lips part slightly as if he wants to say something, but no words come out. You stare back at him, your heart skipping a beat, and you wonder if he can see it; the pounding of your pulse under the smooth, bare skin of your throat. Or worse, the reason behind it.
"So...did you?"
"Hm?" You blink, confused, still somewhat dazed from just looking into those warm, golden-brown eyes. "Did I what?"
"Have a good time," Spencer repeats, with the slightest tilt of his head.
Oh. Right. The date.
"Uhh...sure, yeah, it was great," you respond, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. A little too quickly. You hope, in vain, that he doesn't notice the slight waver in your voice, the rush of color that floods your cheeks. "The guy seemed really nice, very polite."
Polite is safe. Polite doesn't betray how much of a lie this whole thing actually is.
"Polite," Spencer echoes, a strange inflection to the word that makes you almost feel defensive, like you have something to prove.
But he isn't looking at you anymore, his eyes are trained somewhere over your shoulder, on the small notecard attached to the flowers.
You'd like to disappear right now. "Okay, you got me. It was absolutely boring and dull and awkward," you blurt out in frustration. Then, quieter, almost as an afterthought: "Maybe it's me, I guess."
Spencer's brow furrows. "Why would you think that?"
Because I can't get you out of my head. Because I want things I shouldn't.
"It's complicated."
"It usually is," he mutters, "especially when feelings are involved."
You think of Maeve, because that's probably who he's thinking of, too. It still feels like a punch to the gut.
"Yeah...they have a tendency to make you do stupid things."
Things like going on dates with people you're not even remotely interested in.
"Tell me about it," Spencer says with a sigh.
A beat of silence passes between the two of you, thick and heavy, and you let your gaze fall, focus on the coffee in your hand.
"Well, at least the flowers are pretty to look at."
Another sigh — much louder, heavier — and when you look back up at him, you see him glaring daggers at the flowers, almost like they'd personally offended him. He doesn't even notice you staring, you think, and there's something else on his face, in his expression, that's hard to read, even for you.
"Spence?"
He jolts, as if startled by the sudden break in the silence, and glances back over at you. "You don't even like roses," he states.
There's a sudden tightness in your chest, a pressure behind your ribs, as if someone had reached in and squeezed your lungs until the air rushed out in one big gust.
"I...they're not my favorite, no," you say slowly. "But, you know, it's the thought that counts."
That seems to snap him out of it; he shifts, runs a hand through his hair, lets out a shaky breath. "Right. Yeah. You're right. It's...the thought that counts."
His fingers fidget with the cuffs of his cardigan, the tension in his shoulders melting away.
"I would have gotten you carnations," he continues, his voice so low that you barely hear him.
"Carnations?"
"Red ones."
The coffee cup feels slippery in your hands; your palms are suddenly clammy. You're almost afraid you'll drop it. "Red ones," you echo, unable to keep the wavering note out of your voice this time.
Spencer looks at you — really looks at you — and his gaze softens, pools like honey in the light. "They're more personal."
You nod, dumbly, and your brain has already started jumping to conclusions. "Personal," you parrot again, like a broken record.
Spencer nods, hesitantly.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"For being selfish."
Your stomach twists itself in knots. The pounding in your ears is so loud, you wonder how Spencer can't hear it.
"You're the least selfish person I've ever met, Spence."
He sighs. "Not when it comes to you."
The confession catches you off guard, and your grip on the mug falters.
It shatters on the floor.
"Shit," you mutter, bending down to pick up the bigger pieces, only to recoil in pain as, of course, you manage to cut yourself.
You've cut yourself on the edge of the shattered mug; it's a small nick in the flesh of your palm, red beading and trickling along the length of your palm.
"You're bleeding," Spencer says, kneeling beside you.
You take a moment to glance at your hand, at the scarlet dripping onto the floor, then look back up at Spencer. "I am."
You don't know why you say it, except that he's so close — closer than usual — that you can feel the warmth radiating off him in waves, can smell the lingering scent of cologne.
"Hold out your hand," he says, his voice slightly raspy.
You do.
His thumb brushes against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. If he notices, he doesn't say anything.
"It's not deep."
"Good to know."
"Come on," he says softly, pulling you up to stand with him. "Let's go clean that up."
You let him lead you into the kitchenette, let him rinse the blood away in the sink and press a napkin to the cut until it stops bleeding. You let him dab iodine into the wound, watch him gently wrap gauze around your hand and secure it with medical tape. You let him do it, even though you could have done it on your own, because it gives you an excuse to stay this close to him for a few seconds longer.
"There," he murmurs, examining his work one last time before looking back up at you. "Good as new."
"Thank you," you whisper.
"No problem."
You study each other for a minute, caught in the spell that always seems to descend upon you whenever you're in the same room together, a bubble of tension that you never seem able to break.
Then, in unison: "I should go."
Neither of you move.
"Work..."
"Yeah. I have to send these emails."
"I have...reports. To finish."
Spencer is the first to move, to start to turn around and leave. But then, without warning, you reach for him, your good hand closing around his forearm.
He stops dead in his tracks. Doesn't turn around.
You swallow hard, try to calm the racing of your heart. "Wait," you say, quietly, because anything louder would be too much in this moment, right now. "Are you...what did you mean? Earlier, when you said you were being selfish with me."
It's silent for a few moments. You think he might not have heard you.
And then—
"You already know," is his reply. It's so quiet you can barely hear him, but it resonates, nevertheless. "You know what I meant, what I'm trying to say."
"I'm not sure."
"Yes, you are. You're smart."
"Not as smart as you," you quip, because it's easier to make a joke, to hide the quivering in your voice, the pounding in your ears. "And I don't want to assume, because if I'm wrong—"
"You're not wrong."
"—but if I am, this is going to be incredibly awkward and embarrassing and I don't think I can handle that on top of everything else."
"You won't be wrong," he repeats, with such certainty that your heart leaps in your chest.
You have to say something, anything to release the pressure that's building in the air around you.
"The problem wasn't really the flowers, you know," you confess, letting out a shaky exhale. "I would have loved even those stupid roses...if they came from you."
Spencer's posture stiffens, tense underneath your touch, and for a split second, you worry you've misread the situation entirely. That you've made a complete fool of yourself and any friendship you and Spencer had managed to cultivate over the past several years would be irreparably damaged.
But then, he turns around to face you, his gaze searching, probing. Your grip on his arm loosens, and he takes a step towards you, tentative.
"Do you mean that?"
You nod, swallowing hard, and it suddenly occurs to you that you've never been this close to Spencer before — at least, not like this, with no one else around. Not in a place where you can breathe in the subtle notes of his cologne, where you can see every freckle, every eyelash.
"Because if you do," he whispers, leaning in, his eyes locked on yours, "then you should know that I've been thinking about you for a very long time."
He waits, the pause dragging out... until you realize he's waiting for your consent.
You answer by rising up on your toes, reaching up to cradle his jaw in your hands, and pressing your lips to his.
It's soft, hesitant, a question. Spencer leans into the kiss, tilting his head slightly, and the change in angle sends a shiver down your spine, makes your knees go weak but you don't care. His hands find your waist, and you pull him even closer, until there's no space left between you.
When you finally pull away, both of you out of breath, Spencer rests his forehead against yours, lets out a contented sigh.
"Sorry," you murmur, your voice hushed. "I probably should have, um, asked first."
He laughs, and you can feel it reverberate in your chest. "I would have said yes."
You smile.
"Still, sorry."
Spencer pulls away just enough to look at you, and his gaze is so warm, so tender, that your heart aches. "Don't be, okay?" He kisses your cheek, and you let out a quiet sigh of delight. "And just so you know, I'm going to bring you carnations next time. The prettiest ones I can find."
Next time.
"I would like that."
"Good."
And this time, neither of you goes anywhere.
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kaicubus · 6 months
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NSFW Spencer Reid Headcanons
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warnings ✩° : smut NSFW headcanons, cursing, mentions of penetration, mentions of thigh riding, yeah.
pairing ✩° : spencer reid x fem!reader
authors note ✩° : my eyes hurt bc i got facemask in them...blinking away the tears rn.
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Spencer Reid is a busy man. He loves his work and he loves his job, but coming home to his lover and spending quality time with you is something he also really loves doing.
Spencer loves morning sex especially. It's that particular atmosphere of the sun beaming into the room through the windows, making everything a warm color, and waking up to your pleasant face after a night of just talking and cuddling that really turns him on.
Plus, it always puts him in a good mood at work.
It curves to the right, 8.3 inches, the tip is #c07c7a, long and skinny, very pretty. Lawl.
He is SO careful with you. He treats you like he doesn't want to break you, and that can be kind of awkward at times because he's trying to not move you in an uncomfortable way in just pure, pensive silence.
Spencer asks before doing anything. That means, he asks to kiss you, asks to touch you, asks to eat you out, asks when to put it in, etc. He's super big on consent but he's also just asking for your approval to do the things you both want him to do.
After care usually consists of asking and giving reassurance, right after fucking your brains out, light kisses on your head and running his fingers through or over your hair and massaging your hips (because he knows they hurt).
When he fucks you, Spencer likes to wrap his arms around you, whether that be for physical touch or to get the extra leverage to fuck you harder and deeper. When he does this, he presses his nose against your shoulder and you can feel him inhale sharply with every thrust.
He's very prone to whimpering, but he seethes and gasps more than anything.
Reid is very very nervous, very rarely he'll be outwardly flirty towards you. You're usually the one who has to initiate things.
If there's one specific thing you like to do to mess with Reid, it's riding his leg. It doesn't matter if it's his thigh or his knee, really. You usually sit yourself down on his lap when everyone else has gone home after finishing your work, which leads to a confused Spencer, leaving him just a whole lot flustered.
Back at your place, it's a completely different story when you ride his thigh. It usually starts the night off, finishing with Spencer's head thrown back and his pants drenched with cum after feeling your thighs straddle his leg and hearing you breathlessly moan nothing but his name.
"The look" is him looking up at you, even if you're sitting down, with a his eyebrows raised just enough for you to understand right away or get turned on.
He loves receiving hickeys. Paint his neck PURPLE, it's his favorite color anyways. Especially when they poke out of his shirt, just one or two, enough to get a few questions from friends, but not enough for other people to ask about it or worse, tease him about it.
Also, after sex, Spencer loves cuddling you, whispering cute things and sometimes really dirty things too with one arm under your neck and one arm over your hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb.
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womenloverlmao · 2 days
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Spencer Reid Headcanon
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I am all for giving tired, traumatized boi comfort but
dating him sounds like Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls.
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foxy-eva · 2 months
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Dad!Spencer Headcanons
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(requested by anon for my New Year's Celebration)
Spencer could not be happier when you tell him that you're ready to have kids. He always wanted to be a father.
When the baby is born he goes on parental leave to be able to spend as much time with his family as possible. He might even decide to take time off from the BAU and take on a teaching position so he can be there more.
He is so excited to finally be a dad and reads every book about parenting he can find.
He proves to be a great dad from day one. You can always rely on him to be there for you and your child.
He is used to an irregular sleeping schedule due to his job so it doesn't bother him to get up at night to take care of his kid.
It doesn't take too long until you decide you want to have another child and Spencer is just as excited as the first time to start this journey again.
He loves to read or recite children's books to his kids and they love listening to his voice. Soon they start sharing his love for books.
Spencer loves to watch them grow up and learn new things. His eyes are always filled with wonder and adoration when he sees their unique way of discovering the world.
He is really involved in his children's lives. They feel very safe with him and always tell him when something is on their mind. It warms your heart to see how much they trust him.
He keeps every single drawing and art piece they make. He would never throw away anything his kids created.
He loves to spoil his kids and he has a hard time saying no when they ask for something while looking at him with their big eyes. Sometimes you have to remind him to not overdo it.
Spending quality time with his family is really important to Spencer. It quickly becomes a family tradition to do some fun activities on weekends.
He makes sure that his children can explore different kinds of activities to find out what they like and what talents they have. It doesn't matter if it's art, music or sports, he will be there to support them.
Other kids from the neighbourhood or from school are always welcome at your house. Spencer really likes to entertain his kids' friends with little magic shows. He wants his children to have everything he missed out on as a kid.
Spencer has a hard time letting his children go when they grow older and need him less. He accepts it of course but sometimes he wishes that they would stay little forever.
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~Just A Taste~
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Summary: Spencer Reid is a munch, that’s it. (Season 7 Spencer)
Author’s Note: This is my first actual fic that didn’t come from some hazy dream I had and my first time writing anything of this nature so, hope it’s good lol.
Warnings: oral (fem receiving), mentions of sex and first times, and I think that’s it ;)
Spencer had an oral fixation, and not the type with smoking or obsessive nail biting.
No, Spencer had the other type of oral fixation. He was unbelievably obsessed with eating me out. I always thought the expression “pussy drunk” was a little funny but it was the most accurate description to describe how Spencer got.
It was a surprise, when after the first few times of us making love, he had started asking to go down on me more and more. It was a pleasant surprise believe me but definitely not the reaction I would have thought from the man who was so jumpy the first time we had sex.
Him second guessing his every movement turned into him hauling me up onto the kitchen counter, sliding down my panties and going to town before I could even get a word out. Our pancakes were pretty burnt that morning, but it was definitely worth it.
This continued on for a while without any complaint from me. I mean what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t indulge in my boyfriend wanting to be extremely generous.
Until that is, Spencer tried to corral me into an empty office at work, already trying to unbutton my pants before the door was fully shut.
“Whoa whoa there! Slow down brainiac, what do you think you’re doing?” I said grasping onto his fingers that were currently frantically working my zipper down.
“I want you, so bad.” His voice sounded strained and desperate as he looked down at me, intentionally stressing that puppy dog eyes look that he knew made me weak. “Please?”
I bit my lip, hands still stopping him from trying to pull down my pants. How the hell was I supposed to remember to think like a responsible adult when he seemed so desperate to have me? Well fortunately a few of my brain cells seemed to remember where we were as I heard the sounds of people passing by the locked door.
“Spence, we are at work, you cannot drag me into an office just to fuck me!” I respond back to him, keeping my voice whispered but hoping I’ve conveyed how risky this is. “What has gotten into you? What happened to the boy who was to shy to even kiss me in front of our coworkers?”
Spencer pursed his lips, that glossy pleading look still in his eyes. “We didn’t have much time for anything this morning since we woke up late, and I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you all morning, and you’re just there, sitting across from me looking so beautiful and sexy…and it’s driving me crazy…” Spencer rambles on until he’s out of breath.
Before I can even formulate a response, he tacks on at the end, “…and I never said I brought you in here to fuck you. Just please angel…let me taste you, and then I promise I’ll be good until we get home.”
The surprise plus him shooting me another one of his famous puppy eyes look made me cave faster than I’d like to admit.
“Okay pretty boy, but make it quick, jeez and I thought I was the horny one.” Rolling my eyes jokingly and lifting my hands from his. Spencer didn’t waste any time immediately dragging my slacks and panties down in one go. He pushed me to lean up against the vacant desk sitting in the room, and dropped down to his knees in front of me.
His hands grasped the backs of my thighs, spreading my legs slightly before quickly diving his face into my center. His tongue started with a long lick up the entire length of my folds, making me shudder. He did it once more and that’s where I figured he’d stop just before I felt the feeling of him begin to drag his tongue down towards my entrance.
The sudden intrusion of his tongue sliding into me made me let out surprised moan. He speared his tongue in and out a couple times before going back up and lapping at my clit. All the while groaning into my pussy like I was greatest thing he’d ever tasted. “So good, sweetheart…”
“Spence…” I gasped out, trying to find the words to remind him we had to get back before any of our friends came looking for us. How mortifying would that be to have them find us in this state, me desperately trying not let out any of my whimpers and Spencer looking and sounding like he had discovered the sweetest ambrosia between my thighs.
It was no use though, as Spencer attached his lips to my clit and sucked harshly while flicking his tongue side to side, all thoughts and concerns flew from my mind.
But I should’ve known it was always going to be a theme in our relationship, Spencer was always going to want more than just a taste.
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A/N: aaaand that’s it! After months of reading Spencer Reid fan fiction, I just had the urge to write a small one myself. This is the first time I’ve ever written something like this so constructive criticism is very much wanted.
I’m still learning how to format things, as sometimes how to even get the dialogue I want down grammatically correct is a challenge. So if anyone has advice, comments, or critiques let me know!!
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ddejavvu · 6 months
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Reader commenting on Spencer’s hands being cold, and he starts excitedly rambling about the best ways to heat them up, like putting them under armpits. Only to get completely thrown back when she stuffs his hands in her under boob to keep them nice and warm and strong :) <3
Your eyes are drawn to Spencer's hands when he starts curling them into fists, rapidly clenching and unclenching them in the chilly Chicago air. You're sitting cross-legged on the stoop of a witness's home, waiting for JJ to return from questioning her. She'd been uneasy with such a heavy government presence in her home, and you don't blame her for it, so you'd elected to stay outside with Reid.
"Cold, Spence?" You ask, and he nods sheepishly, his curls flying.
"I'm trying to get circulation back to my fingers," He explains, shaking his hands out for a brief second before curling them again, "Moving your fingers gets your blood flowing, but there's only so warm I can get in 30-degree weather."
You smile sympathetically at him, watching as his nails dig into his palms once more with a curl of his fingers, "Maybe we can bribe JJ to get us coffee on the way back to the precinct."
"They never give me the sugar I ask for," Spencer laments, shaking out his fingers once more, "I think they think I'm trying to steal their supply, but I really just like having eight packets in one cup."
The snort that you let out releases a puff of visible breath into the cold morning air. As it dissipates Spencer tries breathing into his hands, but his skin is still pale, nail beds dangerously close to turning purple, and you sigh resignedly.
"Come here, Spence," You hold your hands out, and he looks curiously up at you. His head tilts just barely to the side, and you're reminded of a confused puppy.
"Give me your hands," You urge, emphasizing the way that you're holding yours out. He does so without question, but you can tell that you've certainly improved circulation to his face, because his cheeks are blazing hot with a rosy blush when he obeys.
"Body heat really helps," You promise, unzipping the fabric of your FBI windbreaker. You hold both of Spencer's hands in your free hand now, but when your jacket is properly unzipped you lead his hands straight to your torso. They're posed on your ribcage, and Spencer stills, watching the way that they touch you with wide eyes.
"Under- there," You slip his hands up an inch, letting them slip into the space beneath your bra, your skin flushed with natural heat that soaks into Spencer's veins like sunlight to a wilting plant. Contrary to the body heat now flooding his limbs he's frozen, eyes wide and jaw slack as you stuff his hands beneath your chest.
"That better?" You ask, shimmying slightly in place and jostling his hands. Your bra slips further over the backs of his hands and only makes them warmer, enveloping him in even more of your body heat. He gulps, you actually see his throat bob, and nods silently, still leaned forwards to take in more of your warmth.
"Thanks," He breathes, trying very hard, and failing very miserably, to pretend like he's not about to combust.
You're almost certain that his hands are barely thawed at all when JJ steps abruptly out of the front doors of the building, and her boots skid to a stop in front of you and Spencer. You glance up at her with a warm smile, but Spencer yanks his hands away, wringing them out in his lap with wide eyes.
"Uh, she was- we were just... my hands-" Spencer babbles, and the more he struggles, the more her smirk grows over her face.
"His hands were cold," You explain, reaching out to grab them once more and squeezing the barely-tepid skin, "Let's hurry and get into the car, we can turn the heat on full blast."
You've seen Spencer exhibit a mild jog while chasing unsubs, his gun held at his side like it's a bag of bricks, but he skitters to the SUV faster than you've ever seen him move, leaving you and JJ behind on the steps of the apartment building.
"So, did he put his hands there, or did you?" JJ asks, and you don't need to see her face; you know from the mirth in her voice that she's still smirking as you stand up.
"I did," You grunt, trying very hard, and failing very miserably, to pretend like you're not about to combust, "He was shivering, JJ. What was I supposed to do, let him freeze to death?"
"No, no," She raises her hands in a gesture of surrender but her voice still contains that sadistic amusement, "You're right. A word of advice, though: next time, stick his hands between your thighs. It's a lot warmer down there."
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ackermans-angel · 5 days
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Collegeboy!spencer who you meet in your first year of college, even though he’s already been there two years and almost has a second PhD.
Collegeboy!spencer who you sit next to in your psychology class because you were late the first day, and it was the only seat left
Collegeboy!spencer who reads incredibly fast. When the professor gives you a few minutes to read the first pages of the next chapter you’ll be going over, you look over to your right and have to do a double take. The guy next to you drags his finger down the center of each page, it appears to be him just skimming the words, but it is done very seriously and swiftly.
“There’s no way you can actually read that fast” you say, in disbelief.
He looks up at you and says, “Our conscious minds can process 16 bits of information per second. Our unconscious, however, can process 11million”.
There was an awkward pause. You tilt you head at him still confused.
“Yes I- I can actually read that fast”
You giggle at that and smile. “Okay, boy genius” you say and then go back to reading. He was strange and It sounded like he was reading that straight from a book but you believed him.
Collegeboy!spencer who doesn’t know whether you were teasing him or being genuine, but he smiles none the less.
Collegeboy!spencer who’s glasses fall down his nose as he concentrates on the words he’s writing on his laptop. Only for him to push them back up on the bridge of his nose with his long fingers.
Collegeboy!spencer who you start to develop a small crush on as you sneak glances at him for weeks, but it’s silly because you don’t even know his name.
Collegeboy!spencer who thinks you’re just as pretty, but doesn’t think he stands a chance with a girl like you.
Collegeboy!spencer who usually does group assignments alone, but when the professor mentions a partner research paper, you see this as your opportunity to get to know the mysterious smart guy next to you.
“So what you say, boy genius, you wanna work together?” You ask.
He’s caught off guard, and is a little dumbfounded before he replies. “Oh, yeah uh, s-sure. I’d like that”
You find his shyness endearing as you proceed to introduce yourself. “Oh, by the way I’m y/n”
He gives you tiny smile as he pushes some of his hair out of his face. “I’m Spencer, Spencer Reid”
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