Smut n Stuff

Request: First I just want to say thank you so much for writing your fics they are amazing! Here’s my request: what if it were some sort of ritualistic/religious fanatic case and they pulled in a specialty major from the nearby college (reader) a healthy dose of skeptical banter between two people whose disciplines might seem different but in this instance blend together: “There is NOTHING scientific about the occult” - Reid, a man of science. “Bitch" - Reader. @reidmorefanfics​ A/N: I know I talk to you in DMs a lot already but here’s a public thank you for being the best friend/fan ever! I love you!!! I hope you enjoy their silly, pissy banter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader 
 Category: Smut (NSFW 18+)
 Content Warning: Penetrative sex, lots of cussing, they fucking hate each other, but then they fuck, that’s it, that’s the whole story 
 Word Count: 3,263

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I really, honestly thought I was being nice and doing a favor when I volunteered to help on this case. After all, I was doing my thesis on the exact topic of the rituals used by the serial killer currently rampaging near my hometown.

It was convenient, considering I was already a suspect, and I wanted to explain why I would know way better than to fuck with the curses this person was messing with.

I now realize my mistake.

Pairing: Spencer x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N wants to try ‘dirty talk’ but it doesn’t go the way she wanted it to

Warning: Talks about sex, light smut (if you can even call it that) and dirty talk, fluff?

Words: 832

A/N: I don’t know how this happened but I’m not sorry

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“You want to try…’dirty talk’?” Spencer asked, eyes focused on you as you rubbed the towel over your hair. He was sat on the bed, back up against the headboard, his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. 

Y/n feels a little neglected by her boyfriend and his constant working so she takes matters into her own hands.

Category: Smut (NSFW)

Content Warning: Thigh riding, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, light degradation, Daddy kink

Word Count: 3,142

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Reader

I always loved the atmosphere to Spencer’s apartment. It was mature and scholarly, fitting for the Doctor who owned it. It was a shocking juxtaposition to the relationships I maintained in college. Back then all I knew was grungy dorm rooms and college boys who tasted like alcohol, which also fit perfectly for each other.

It had low lighting and sophisticated artwork on the walls. A lovely vintage record player sat by the wall under his plaques and degrees, along with a collection of music under it. Of course, he always preferred Mozart but I’ve slowly started to introduce him by more recent music. And by “Recent”, I mean the 70’s at the absolute latest. He was a man of refined taste, and who was I to judge him for that? But relationships were all about compromise. And his music choice just so happened to bring back back traumatic memories of my middle school violin lessons. So we decided to incorporate some Queen and David Bowie as well.

I scanned through the collection we had assembled with my fingers running over the labels as I read. Finally I settled on an old Paul Anka record I got from my grandmother. Honestly, I didn’t know it was salvageable until a few weeks ago, and since then I haven’t been able to stop playing it. I pushed it into the player and put the needle down onto my favorite track. The song echoed through the area of his large apartment. I smiled gently to myself as I stood up, swaying gently along to the sounds coming from the machine. Listening to the gentle words of love and lust, I couldn’t help but connect it to my own experience.

Spencer and I haven’t had sex in over two weeks. That may not seem like that long, but it feels like i’m in the parched desert, searching for an oasis. Which is ironic, because everything that he does makes me so wet. I would see him lick his fingers before turning a page, and I would think, God, do I wish I was that copy of… The Magical Mathematics of Quantum Physics. Then I would see him fidgeting with the belt synched around his waist and imagined how it would go if he were to pull it off and bind my hands with it, or maybe how the leather would feel whipped against my skin. Then the vicious cycle continues.

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A/n: this beautiful fic just won’t let me rest until I write it. It’s been hammering my brain all day so it could get written. So here it is. My beautiful, monstrous, funny looking BDSM baby. And of course, it would never be possible without my lovely @imagining-in-the-margins I swear she’s not only the best writer on this app, but also the best beta, and all around coolest human. So give all the love you can to her! And please enjoy and be ready for the next part soon <3

Couple: Spencer Reid/Reader

Word count: 4240 words

Rating: NC-17 or E for really fucking explicit

Content Warning: 12+ years age gap, intercourse, masturbation, dom/sub dynamics, brief not proper BDSM etiquette, cuckolding, cheating kink, a lot of swearing, and just all around dirtiness

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I couldn’t look away.

There’s a scientific reason why we can’t look away during car crashes, or any other type of disaster. This was like that. Something about flight or fight, our basic instincts or something just as primal. I don’t know if I could explain it to you, but the man in front of me probably could.

Then again, he’s extremely busy fingering a girl right in front of me.

So what else could I do but stand there, paralyzed, my mouth hanging open, and my hands cupping myself, outside my panties?

He still hasn’t turned around. He still hasn’t turned to me. I could make a run for it and pray that he didn’t see me; pray that he kept to his everyday constant of pretending that I was invisible. I just had to open the door,it was right behind me. I was leaning on it. I could make it–-

But then, as if he knew, he turned, and for a moment, his eyes were only on me.

Fuck.

Fuck.

What the fuck am I supposed to do when I catch my coworker, who kinda hates me and who I-definitely-don’t-have-a-crush-on, in a bdsm dungeon, dominating a girl, while I almost masturbate to it?

The sensible, rational thing would be to get the fuck outta there and run away to a different country all together to avoid the embarrassment.

But then again,

I was never a very sensible and rational person. So, I looked back.

I looked directly at him, mustering all the bravado and defying I could.

And after months, after days and weeks and hours, he finally looked back – .

Not with disinterest, not with boredom, not with a blank, far away stare, no, he looked at me with such confidence, such playfulness in his eyes that, I seriously thought this was just a look alike.

This couldn’t be Spencer Reid. Because Dr. Spencer Reid doesn’t look at me. He doesn’t smile at me, and he doesn’t come into BDSM dungeons and tie people up and let audiences watch.

At this point there was nothing I could do; I couldn’t move my body even if I wanted to. All I could do was watch and listen and pray –

pray that God granted me mercy and made the earth swallow me after this was over.

“Get up.”

He finally took his eyes off of me, and it was like I could breathe. It was like I was drowning. It was like I was on fire. It was like going I was crazy.

Look at me again. Look at me again.

Don’t. Don’t.

I watched. I watched as he untied her hands from the head board, only to tie them behind her back, and the girl, his sub, got up on shaky legs and just stood in front of him. Waiting. Waiting for his every word, his every command.

Like he owned her.

“Get on your knees and turn your back to the audience.”

Fuck.

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Summary: (Y/N) has recently joined the bau through non conventional and rather privileged means. Couple that with a dark and troubled past, all she really wants is a fresh start. What she didn’t predict getting in her way of that, was one Special Agent Dr Spencer Reid. She thinks it’s hopeless and he’ll hate her forever. That is, until she sees Dr Reid on a rather…unusual place.

A/n: I kinda can’t believe this is my first Spencer Reid/Criminal minds fic. I’ve been obsessed for so long but I never got the courage to post anything. Well, we’ll see how this one goes. I really do hope all of you enjoy this, since I’m planning to make it multi chapters and I’m too in love to abandon it! Forgive me for not giving y’all the smut right away but good things come to those who are patient! And also huge thanks to @imagining-in-the-margins for being such a wonderful human and helping me beta this first one. Shout out to all the lovely people in the discord for encouraging me enough to write this. And also for my sweet liv, bc if she didn’t like this I would def not have posted.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Word count: 2320

Rating: R-no actual hard smut. For now.

Content warning: 12+ years age gap, description of bdsm scenes and play, swear words, brief fingering

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Since the first day I stepped in the bau, I knew Dr.Spencer Reid would not like me one bit.

Call it a gut feeling, a hunch, or maybe my justified pessimism.

 I knew the moment my dad told me, fresh out of the academy and not even slightly experienced at 24 years old, that I ‘mysteriously’ got a generous offer for a job with one of the best teams the FBI had to offer, that I wasn’t going to be liked by a lot of people. Because it wasn’t a mystery how I got the position. It was actually really plain and simple, and could be boiled down to one word:

Nepotism

I didn’t ask for it; I didn’t want it (no matter how much I actually wanted the position, but by my earning it on my own merits), but I completely understood something like this was likely to happen. I knew it the moment I moved back home and decided that the only thing worthwhile I really wanted to do was join the FBI. My dad was a good guy who was just trying to help me, his intentions were just a little misguided. It happens.

What doesn’t ‘just’ happen is that my dad is the deputy director of the FBI. His helping me was ‘making calls’ and ‘pulling strings’, which instantly gives my peers every reason to doubt every achievement I have.

But I was completely ready for it.  

What I wasn’t ready for is for everyone on the team to be normal and so welcoming to me, like I was any other agent. It was everything I wanted.

Well, everyone did that except him. I couldn’t figure it out why, but from the first minute he turned those eyes towards me, looking me up and down but never quite reaching my eyes, I could feel the scrutiny under the stare. Almost like he was saying “Really? This is it?”.

But with a blink it was gone, and he turned away from me and put his attention to the book in his hand so fast I almost thought I imagined the whole thing.

But I knew, I knew I saw it. And I knew that even if I didn’t want it, my body and brain would spend days trying to make him acknowledge me again, to look me up and down again, to try and prove to him what I’ve been trying to prove to everyone:

I deserved to be there. I could earn it by myself. I just need the chance to do it.

And so, my journey to try to not only be useful but a valuable agent, someone he would have to notice began.

 And it was shit.

Everyone was so willing not only to teach me, but to listen to my input.

Luke always had my back, both of us being the newbies in the team. JJ and Tara were always open to listening to theories, doubts and rambling, besides being totally badass inspirations. Penelope always had a eager and friendly attitude that could comfort me immediately, and she welcomed me with open arms. Emily and Rossi were patient, while also pushing me to be so much better, and being the best mentors they could be.

None of them even seemed to have even a passing thought of giving me special treatment or harsher judgment. It was almost perfect.

If it wasn’t for Special Fucking Agent Doctor Reid. He wouldn’t even be an asshole towards me, oh no, It was much, much worse. He ignored me.

He was almost happy to pretend I didn’t even exist. Of course there were situations that he couldn’t avoid socializing, as minimal as it was, but it was like he was talking to a wall. He looked at me like he was surprised that I was even there. He wouldn’t acknowledge me unless he was made to. He wouldn’t even correct me when I was wrong. At this point I was sure that I could be screaming bloody murder at him and he wouldn’t take his eyes off whatever he was doing.

It was the most frustrating and irritating thing that has ever happened to me. It made my blood boil over. It made me cry with sorrow.

And I couldn’t even figure out why. I didn’t know what it was that made me crazy because Spencer Reid wouldn’t look my way.

So I did what every angry and frustrated normal young adult does.

I went to a sex dungeon to drink my mixed feelings away and watch BDSM scenes. Duh.

Summary: Reader is a mental health professional doing a study on prisoners and has three progressively interesting visits Spencer (based on the song “Dark Side” by Phoebe Ryan).

A/N: Is it hot in here, or is it just me? This is what I needed to quench my own thirst. I wrote this fic for me. I guess ya’ll can read it too. If you want. Couple: Spencer/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW) Content Warning: Dom!Spencer, unprotected sex/creampie, fingering, oral (male receiving), mentions self-harm, cursing Word Count: 5,283

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I had this study planned for years. I knew when I would be in this prison and what I would be faced with for a long time. I’d studied specifically for coming face to face with darkness and evil and not showing weakness.

But I wasn’t prepared for this.

The first day I met Spencer Reid he had been in the prison for a couple weeks. I could tell the other inmates hadn’t taken kindly to him, which was only to be expected.

It took almost no time talking to him to realize that he was innocent. Either because they were right, he had some undiagnosed schizophrenic break, or because he was being framed. I found the former very unlikely.

Request: How about a drabble where Reader and Spencer both have feelings for each other but don’t act on it, one day the team is after a serial killer called “the cupid” who abducts people and tries to set them up, but when the couples can’t sell that they’re in love, he kills them. Spencer and reader get kidnapped by unsub and have to act like they’re in love, anyway they make out and it buys them time because the unsub believes them and they buy enough time, for the team to save them

A/N: First of all, are you actually a writer for a crime show? Because this is gold. Thank you for giving me this request. I don’t know why I wrote so much, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Btw, since one of my Betas got worried… Yes, she’s on birth control lmao! Also, as I mentioned before, all Requests for Part 2s are on hold, so I won’t accept it if you ask. Sorry!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader 
 Category: Angst, Smut in second half (NSFW) 
 Content Warning: Dubious/Non-con (kissing as described in request), consensual fingering, penetrative sex Word Count: 9.3k

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Have you ever met a very important person under the worst possible circumstances? Call it star- crossed lovers, soulmates, or fate— it doesn’t matter. All I know is that the day I met Spencer Reid was the best and worst day of my life.

It started like any other normal day, and almost ended like it, too. But it didn’t.

There is something distinctly terrifying about your home no longer being safe. That’s what happened that night. I was just lying in bed, trying to quiet my mind enough to fall asleep, when I heard the unmistakable sound of the front door to my house being broken down.

Request: Hi. I’d like to make a fic request. Reid and reader are together. They’ve already had sex a couple of times but one night, Reid’s dominant side comes out. He feels guilty about it but the reader surprises him by telling him she liked it a lot. This leads to a more Dom!Reid in bed. I know you have a lot of requests so I’m patient. Your writing is worth the wait! Thx. 
 A/N: Thank you for your patience and your kind words! I give you this little fic about Spencer getting very jealous after his girlfriend dances on Garcia at a party. The song mentioned below is Juicy by Doja Cat. I listened to that shit on loop while I wrote this. I will say before anyone asks me for a Part 2, I probably won’t do it unless you have a specific idea. Dom Spence is almost all of my smut works, so I’ll be prioritizing new ideas. Love you, though! Couple: Spencer Reid/Reader 
 Category: Smut (NSFW) Content Warning: D/S, penetrative sex, fingering, rough sex, degradation, unprotected sex/creampie, hair pulling Word Count: 
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— Spencer POV —

It was no surprise to me that (y/n) is flexible. I figured that fact out pretty quickly after she showed up at my door one night after the rest of the team fell asleep.

I learned a lot about her that night. Like how loud she screams my name when she squirms on my fingers, or how tightly she pulls my hair and how hard she digs her manicured fingers into my scalp when my face is buried between her thighs.

I loved these things about her. I just didn’t love the rest of the team learning about that side of her.

Summary: Spencer meets an elementary school teacher and is overwhelmed by just how innocent she seems. He has to break her.

A/N: So I thought this was a request but it’s really just selfish. I wanted to write this. Consider this a combination of any vague request for more innocence kink. Don’t ask me for a Part 2 – It’s already coming! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut! (NSFW) Content Warning: Thigh riding, degradation, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), light exhibitionism Word Count: 7.3k

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Once Upon a Time…

That’s how these stories are supposed to start, right? It’s the stereotypical cautionary tale about little girls who get in over their heads. But for as long as I could remember, I’d prided myself on my ability to stay far away from danger. Not to say that I’m not like other girls - I’ve also always found that comparison juvenile.

All of this is just to say that normally, I wouldn’t concern myself with the traditional folklore about how little girls just can’t help but get in trouble. But this week it was Spirit Week at River Hill Elementary, and it was apparently my duty to teach the tale of Little Red Riding Hood. I mean, I guess it made sense, considering our mascot was a wolf. And to be fair, it was a much cuter costume than the three little pigs or Hansel and Gretel.

After the initial concern of having to find a Little Red Riding Hood costume that wasn’t intended for a college Halloween Party, I had actually started to get excited about the idea of dressing up and reading the fluffy, innocent rendition of Little Red that the school librarian could find.

That was, until the FBI showed up at my classroom door and I was literally dressed like a goddamn story time character. The initial embarrassment had quickly passed thanks to the comforting words of Agent Jareau, who was obviously a mother herself.

Pieces located here are more on the dirty/kinky side of smut and are one-shots.

Per request, here are all of my fics in one place! I’ve reworked this post so now all requests that are not complete are under the cut.

Please check below the cut to see if there is a duplicate request before asking! You can read more about fanfic requesting etiquette here. I love you all!

Please note that all Part 2 requests are on hold, and you should expect to wait a very long time.

^ 40 currently in line, position below does not indicate order of request!

Spencer Reid/Reader

* means it contains smut

If it says [requested] it is still on my list of things to write! 

Fluff:

Bedtime Stories on the Jet: (Genderless!Reader) Spencer and you share the jet couch. 

Style Theory: (Genderless!Reader) Fashion student Reader meets her favorite scholar and teaches him a lesson in self-love.

Soulmates: Spencer comes to a conclusion during a late night with Reader. 

Stranger Danger: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

Studious Shadow: Reader’s crush won’t stop avoiding her at work and she thinks he might hate her.

Honeysuckle Hair: Spencer has some words to say about Reader’s curly hair.

Intentions: Spencer’s teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

Astraphobia: SSA Reader and Spencer share their most embarrassing fears. 

Drunk Dial: It’s been years since Reader talked to Spencer, but after a bunch of drinks it seems like a really good idea.

What Goes Up: Spencer breaks the Magician’s code for a very adorable exception.

Sharks & Symbiosis: Spencer helps Reader through her time of the month, and ends up talking way too much about fish.

Impromptu: Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.

Painting by Numbers: Spencer is still a little worried about his pregnant wife painting the house. 

Moral of the Story  (Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3* requested]): Spencer has a surprise for you on the night before you two get married. 

Bi the Way (Male!Reader): Morgan learns something very interesting about Reid after he leaves his bag at his significant other’s house. 

Angst (Check the CWs):

Phoenix ❤️ (Part 1*, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4*, Epilogue Coming Soon): It’d been 10 weeks since Spencer died in your arms. At least, that’s what you thought. (Rewrite of the Emily/Doyle Arc)

(Don’t) Hurt Me (Part 1, Part 2*) ❤️: After being saved from the clutches of death at the hands of two serial killers, Reader leans on Spencer to heal.

Schrödinger’s Relationship (Part 1, Part 2*) ❤️: Reader finds out Spencer has been dating a kind and cute woman (when he’s not spending the night at her house).

Cupid & Psyche ❤️*: Reader and Spencer get kidnapped by a rather romantic matchmaking unsub who demands they perform for him. 

Ribcage ❤️ (Spencer!POV): Spencer realizes Reader is the one, but it might be too late. He has to find her.

Not Your Backup ❤️ (Spencer!POV): Following JJ’s confession, Spencer admits she’s more like a sister to him. Now that he’s confessed to Reader, Spencer and JJ argue about JJ’s unwarranted jealousy of his girlfriend.

My Only Chance ❤️: The BAU is after one of the most prolific serial killers in the world, but she swears she’s innocent.

My Angel ❤️: Reader’s been drugged and Spencer has to talk her down.

Repentance ❤️: (Genderless!Reader) Spencer is confronted with his second chance at life, finding it full of regrets. Reader tries to talk him through it. 

It’s Not You, It’s Her 💔 (Spencer!POV, Anti-Reader/Spencer): Spencer realizes he’ll never love Reader the way he loves Maeve.

Smut One(ish)-Shots:

Late Nights and Bar Lights (Part 1, Part 2*): Spencer is oblivious to how much SSA Reader likes him… Until he’s not.

Dark Side (Part 1*, Part 2*): What can Reader say? Spencer in a prison jumpsuit is just too hard to resist.

Never Have I Ever (Part 1, Part 2*): After a case involving kink culture, Spencer is assigned to judge the girls’ game of Never Have I Ever. Later, him and Reader compare scores.

Big Bad Wolf* (Part 1): Spencer is overwhelmed by the apparent innocence of an elementary school teacher he meets on a case. 

Devil in the Backseat*: Reader is a little too much for Spencer (and he’s into it).

The Objective & The Occult*: Reader is a witch and Spencer is a scientist, can I make it any more obvious?

Bigger Bitch than Payback*: Sub!Spencer has to pay for kissing Cat, and Reader is all too ready to conduct the punishment.

Body of a Goddess*: Soft Dom!Spencer reminds plus sized-Reader just how much he loves her body.

Funhouse Mirror*: SSA Reader promised Spencer he’d be surprised by her  costume of the Doctor for the Halloween Party. To her credit, he definitely was.

I Like It Like That*: Jealous!Spencer shows himself after a rowdy party, Spencer promises to never do that again, but Reader immediately makes him take it back.

Teacher’s Pet*: Reader insists on being a problem for her favorite Professor.

Different Kind of Daddy*: After a rough day, Reader has good news for her husband. 

Jazz & Jealousy*: On a visit from New Orleans, Ethan takes a liking to Spencer’s crush. Spencer is not thrilled by this.

Red Handed*: Sub!Spencer. Reader catches Spencer in the act, and then joins in.

“Bro Code” Be Damned: Spencer decides that the Bro Code isn’t really a code to be taken seriously when Derek’s girlfriend is feeling neglected.

Series:

Here to Misbehave (Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3*, Part 4*, Part 5*, Part 6*, Part 7*, Part 8*, Part 9*, Part 10*, Part 11*,  Part 12*, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16+ requested, Author Update): Spencer meets a girl he can’t get enough of at the nightclub, then quickly realizes she is not supposed to be there.

Request: listen, i just found your page today but im OBSESSED!!! and i have a request idea for reid. basically spencer is bi and gets a boyfriend but he is too scared to tell the team about it, bc he feels like they would judge him. but they eventually figure it out, when they see reid with a hickey or something. - @itsarayofsunshine​

A/N: AAAAAAA BI REID FTW. I’ve prioritized this fic because I think Bi Reid is unfairly lacking in content. Thank you for letting me write this adorable fic. As a heads up, it’s third person limited POV because I thought it worked better with your idea. Shoutout to @dreatine​ and @redbullchick​ for their help with the title and some of the more hilarious dialogue in this piece!

Btw, Reid doesn’t live in DC in this fic because as someone from just outside Quantico, that idea is stupid as shit. Pet peeve of mine lmao. 
 Couple: Spencer Reid/Male!Reader
 Category: Fluff 
 Content Warning: None! It’s cute. 
 Word Count: 2,295

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Spencer Reid was almost never late. For as long as Derek could remember, Reid had been on time nearly every day. But lately, he noticed his friend had been coming in five to ten minutes later than usual.

Today, however, Reid came into work thirty minutes late. That wasn’t all that was off about him today, though. In fact, it wasn’t even the most interesting thing.

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Summary: Separated and terrified, Spencer and Reader rely on their unique skills to survive. The team, minus Penelope and Derek, don’t know who the strange girl in the bank is, but they find out very interesting things about her history.

AUTHORS NOTE: Please note that this piece switches between POVs, and everyone told me to stop adding the identifiers of who’s POV it is since they can break immersion. It should be fairly obvious. Otherwise, I don’t know how banks work. Idk how heists work. I know nothing. I hope you enjoy it anyway! Couple: Spencer/Fem!Reader 
 Category: ANGST. Just. All of it. All of the angst. Every bit. 
 Content Warning: Gun violence, discussions of death and dying Word Count: 10k

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“Hello, my name is (y/n)(y/l/n) and I’m calling from the Bank of America on K St. Northwest to report shots fired. The shots sounded like burst-fire from multiple semiautomatics.”

When adrenaline kicks in, there are a lot of things that don’t feel real. Time seems to warp into some ominous presence weighing down on you, but your body has never felt lighter.

“Ma’am, where are you?”

Her voice sounded so far away. My own just felt foreign, like it belonged to someone else entirely.

“I’m inside the bathroom. Listen, I might not have a lot of time. There’s a federal agent inside the bank. His name is SSA Dr. Spencer Reid with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. Call…”

My mouth blanked on the names of the two men Spencer talked about the most. I’d met them both, why couldn’t I remember?

Several more shots rang through the building as an answer. It was enough to shake loose the names, which flowed from me before I could even comprehend where they came from.

“Call SSA Aaron Hotchner and… Derek Morgan.”

“Can you remain on the line?” She sounded insistent — which is against their protocol by the way. My eyes were glued to the bathroom door’s hinges.

“Only until the door opens.”

The sentence conveyed my thoughts without actually forming the words. Once that door opens, I’m probably going to die. It wasn’t a completely irrational fear.

“Okay. I need you to remain calm. Did you see any of the gunmen?”

Jesus, it was like everything I’d just told her had gone completely over her head. “No, I’m in the bathroom.”

“Does the agent have his service weapon?”

“No.”

If she didn’t ask me a question I could say yes to soon, I was going to lose my fucking mind.

I tried not to think about Spencer outside, but I couldn’t help it. All of my thoughts were on him, even before the commotion.

Was he even still alive?

“Help is on the way, Ms. (Y/l/n).”

“Please hurry.”

My entire body shook from the hormones, my instincts telling me to do anything besides sit crouched on a toilet in a bathroom stall. I don’t even know why I bothered hiding. They would definitely kick them in, or just shoot straight through the doors.

“We’ve contacted Agent Hotchner and he’s also on his way.”

Finally, some good fucking news. I released my breath as quietly as I could, closing my eyes for just a moment to compensate for the fact I hadn’t blinked in several minutes.

“Thank you,” I whispered, clutching the phone like it could actually do something for me past this point. But it couldn’t. No amount of breathing exercises would help me through this one.

Suddenly, there was movement outside the door. A crowd of people were shuffling past the door, and I heard the distinct sound of a toddler wailing.

“I have to go.”

“Wait, don’t hang up—“

I couldn’t wait, though. With trembling hands, I erased the evidence that I’d ever called them in the first place. And then I resumed my position as a sitting duck; quietly and as ready as I ever could be.

I listened for his voice, but I never heard it.

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Summary: Spencer finally meets Reader’s roommate while the two prepare for a picnic. After Spencer lectures Reader on the dangers of the outdoors, the two face a different kind of danger at the bank.

A/N: This was so soft I’m crying. Why do y’all make me hurt them. Why. Just kidding, I also love it and we all know it. It’s all about the hurt, babey. Enjoy!

Shameless plug for the Discord here. Couple: Spencer/Fem!Reader 
 Category: FLUFF. With angst. No smut in this one. Content Warning: Gun violence mention Word Count: 6.3k

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— Spencer POV —

Although I’d been inside (Y/n)’s apartment several times now, I couldn’t say I’d ever actually looked much at my surroundings. It felt strange to admit that, mostly because I felt like I was doing something wrong; like I was a traitor to my job.

But then again, it felt worse to try to profile her. The few times I had made it obvious, she had made it very clear it was unappreciated. I could understand why.

So, before we even got to her door, I tried to quiet the voices screaming in my head, telling me to look for clues to all the unknowns about her. It wasn’t because I was expecting her to be hiding anything; I just wanted to know everything about her.

I could simply wait for her to tell me, though. We had all the time in the world, right?

“Laura, I’m home!” She called out immediately after breaching the entrance, following the exclamation with a very hurried request. “Spencer is here so please don’t be weird!”

The response was a calm, steady series of footfalls down the hall. The girl stuck her head around the corner, peeking at the two of us with a devilish grin.

“Pleasure to finally meet you, Dr. Reid.”

I told myself I probably shouldn’t be this nervous. If she was friends with (y/n), she was most likely a decent person. But let’s just say women around that age had never been particularly kind to me. They brought to the surface a lot of memories I’d tried very hard to bury.

She didn’t put her hand out to shake, which told me they’d already probably talked about me more than I’d have liked. ‘Wait,’ I thought to myself, ‘Is it okay to profile her roommate?’

“I’m going to go get a basket together. Wait in the living room, my kitchen is a disaster.”

Before I could argue, she had already disappeared, leaving me stranded in the hallway with her roommate who looked ready to cause trouble. I just hoped it wouldn’t the kind that revolved around me.

She waved a hand in front of her, motioning for me to make my way into the living room. Once we were there, she immediately took a seat, but I remained standing. Felt better to be able to escape.

The silence was awkward and suffocating. I could feel her staring at me, but she wasn’t saying anything. It felt wrong to look back.

“She says you read people for a living.” Her voice had a hint of skepticism in it I’d grown used to. “Sounds kind of like what psychics say.”

“Yeah, we use a lot of the same strategies, too. They just aren’t as honest about it as we are.”

“What do you see here?”

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Summary: Spencer and Reader reconnect.

A/N: Kept stressing myself out with having to stick to my previous separation of parts then realized I could literally just post what I already have. Here you go. Smut, aftercare, smut! The rest of the Parts events will shift, but it’ll all still be there. Enjoy! Couple: Spencer/Fem!Reader 
 Category: Smut (NSFW) 
 Content Warning: Adults w/ Age Gap (10yrs), penetrative sex, degradation, Daddy kink, unprotected sex/creampie, BDSM, choking Word Count: 8.3k

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You might think that dating Spencer Reid would make doing your homework way easier, but you would be wrong. Turns out that dating a genius includes him lecturing you on the importance of learning things yourself.

That’s why I had been sitting at his kitchen table with him for at least two hours, struggling to finish the last five problems on my assignment while he casually read a book in a language I couldn’t even place.

“Speenceeerrr.” I called from across the table, reaching in his direction with the saddest pout I could form.

“Don’t whine,” he answered without even looking up. Jerk.

“I’m bored,” I continued to whine without any shame, “Can I come sit on your lap?”

“No.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I realized he was in one of his stubborn moods. But that was fine.  I could deal with stubborn.

“Please?” I asked, only to receive another immediate “No.”

This time I put both of my hands in front of me, pressing my breasts together while I leaned over the table as I asked, “… Pretty please?”

That was enough to get him to finally lower his book, peeking across the table to see me staring at him with wide doe eyes and a coy smile.

“You’re very cute,” he said with an extremely brief smile, returning back to his book when he concluded, “Still no.”

“Come on!” I cried with a groan, “I promise I’ll behave.”

He laughed at that, idly flipping a page before speaking. “Oh, you do? You promise?”

“Yes!”

“Fine. Bring your homework,” he instructed, gesturing to me to come over without ever putting down his book.

I scrambled to collect everything, happily padding over to him and dumping my book, notepad, and pencils in front of him. Once I was there, though, he suddenly raised his hand to stop me.

“Take off your pants.”

With a raised eyebrow, I shifted my hip to the side to inspect his suspiciously calm, vague demeanor.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”