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𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖏𝖎, 𝖌𝖔𝖏𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖎 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.4K words

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: how toji, satoru and kento would act as your best friend

GOJO SATORU

- Gojo may not be very loyal as your boyfriend, but he would definitely be one among your most loyal friends.

- Whenever you’re sitting down at some place, literally anywhere, be it at a cafe or on some random stone ledge, he’ll let you lean back into him.

- Gojo is tall, and he’s somehow always so warm, so treating him as a platonic cuddle buddy would be so nice.

- So imagine you’re exhausted from a long day and you find this stout little ledge to rest on. Gojo would sit down with you there. 

- You could lean onto him, press your head into his shoulder and Gojo would actually feel very relaxed to have someone he trusts and holds dear next to him. 

- Knowing that one of his closest friends is safe calms him to an impossible degree. He knows he’s lost too many already.

- And if the day has been too long, he’ll let you sleep on his shoulder. Let you enjoy having a little power nap while ignoring the little line of drool that will wet his uniform.

- Hip to hip, your head to his shoulder, it does not feel as romantically intimate as it could be, but he loves that you’re here with him all the same. He’s always been scared of losing his friends, no matter how well he hides it.

- So he’ll keep you warm as you nap on his shoulder. 

| Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three |  Part Four |

Summary: Reader has a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, which her Professor is hellbent on making a little bit better. A/N: If y’all thought you hated Kyle (bathroom bitch boy), just wait until you meet the new antagonist (of the female variety) here… I hope you all enjoy! 😚 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Sexual themes/fantasies Word Count: 6.3k

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Einstein once attributed his genius to his childlike sense of humor. Studies performed since then have largely proven his point — funny people tend to have higher IQs, which makes sense when you consider the cognitive and emotional intelligence required to produce humor.

Spencer Reid was no exception. The only problem was that his humor was so remarkably niche and impossibly specific that barely anyone could understand the punchline. He insisted to me that he’d gotten better over the years, which I only barely believed… until he told me a joke that hadn’t left my mind since. A joke that he described as ‘just crude enough to make it palatable to the layman.’

“Caffeine and Viagra are both phosphodiesterase inhibitors,” he’d said — a slow start if there had ever been such a thing. But I held on to hope, hanging on the ecstatic, guileless smile he wore. And boy, was I glad I did, because what he’d said next broke me into a frankly embarrassing fit of giggles that returned with the memory every time.

“Which explains why both of these drugs keep you up all night.”

| Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three |  

Summary: Reader earns her nickname, and Spencer sinks to a new level of sin. A/N: Here, take your first dose of smut 💊 ✨ Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Drinking, alcohol, masturbation (male) Word Count: 5.3k

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If I had to pick my favorite thing about working for Spencer Reid, it would probably be something that most people wouldn’t expect. Sure, it was nice to be able to work with a human encyclopedia, and he was definitely very nice to look at, but neither of those things contributed to my love for my job.

It was the sense of belonging. An overwhelming feeling of serenity that existed, flowing freely beneath the surface like a network of roots twined together. I never felt out of place when I was with Spencer — which couldn’t be said for basically any other time. Especially not now.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays because it’s just absurd. You harass your neighbors while dressed in a costume and they reward you with something sweet (or, in some cases, change). As I’ve grown older, not much has changed aside from the creativity and length of the costumes.

… and the sweet treats being replaced by the bitter sting of alcohol.

| Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three |  

Summary: Spencer and Reader are forced to remember that the world is not only made up of the two of them. A/N: Big thanks to everyone who is tagging along for this series! Your interaction means the world to me and always motivates me to keep going :) Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Adults w/ Age difference (15yrs), Prof/Student Word Count: 6.4k

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Every year I eagerly waited for the first day when the weather dipped below 65. There was just something about the way the air nipped at your skin and tickled your lungs, urging you to find something soft and warm to wrap yourself in.

This year, I had a few ideas of what to start with. Or rather, who. Although, judging by the quiet, almost imperceptible chatter of her teeth, she was anything but warm.

“You do have the forecast available to you, right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she laughed, clenching her jaw and turning to me like the stillness would prove that the wind whipping between her bare legs didn’t burn.

“How are you not freezing?”

But to my surprise, she didn’t deny it.

“Oh, I absolutely am,” she said. I waited for some kind of explanation, but she gave me nothing but a smile that further stoked the fire inside me.

“Why? Why torture yourself?”

“The things we do for beauty, Professor,” she sighed, waving me off despite stepping closer, “I don’t expect you to understand.”

| Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three |  

Summary: Reader interviews for a position as Dr. Spencer Reid’s Teaching Assistant, and Spencer learns something special about her. A/N: My new series is finally here! Any feedback is, as always, greatly appreciated 🥰 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn Series (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Adults w/ Age difference (15yrs), Prof/Student, Virgin!Reader, Word Count: 5.2k

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It was days like this that I both deeply envied and related to hummingbirds. Days where I was only barely on time, tumbling up archaic steps of ancient buildings and trusting my instincts not to let me fall. I envied them because they were effortlessly graceful. Beautiful in their simplicity and fondness for sweets.

Hummingbirds’ hearts can beat as fast as 1,260 beats per minute. It sort of felt like that for me, too. Not just because I was woefully out of shape and in a pencil skirt of all things, but because I was dreadfully nervous. Even when I finally reached the top of the stairs and managed to step inside, I felt more trapped than free. Like I’d somehow stumbled from honeysuckle fields into a concrete cage.

The stale air of the building that had only recently begun gathering students again almost felt refreshing compared to the Virginia heat. I couldn’t be sure if it was really as cold as it felt or if my sticky, damp skin just made the difference more noticeable. Either way, I knew I had to pull myself together before I made it down the hallway and met my fate.

I took a moment to breathe and remind myself that, no matter how badly I wanted the job, it was still just an interview. I‘d survive. Probably.

A/N: Just a little teaser for all of you patient folks! I’ll be keeping track of the chapters here as I add them. 

Series Content Warnings: Age Gap between Adults (15yrs, 25/40), slowburn, loss of virginity, Professor/Grad Student, explicit sexual content (NSFW, 18+)

| Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | 

“I think he seriously believes that deflowering an angel could mean an eternity in fiery hell.”

- Cynthia Hand

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Fantasies were not a strange or new phenomenon to Spencer Reid. As a young boy, he had spent many early afternoons tracing the climbing vines of the cape honeysuckle. It was an imposter, he knew, not at all related to the true Lonicera americana.

But still, he would drag his finger along the protruding filaments, dreaming of what it might be like to pull the stem from its place. To bring the nectar to his lips and feel the way the sticky sweetness tries to force his mouth shut. To give into the temptation and gluttony and greed and ignore the resistance. To press soft petals against his tongue until there was nothing left.

Fantasies were not a strange or new phenomenon to Spencer Reid.

He just never imagined they would be about a student at his school.

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“All things truly wicked start from innocence.”

Title: A Different Type of High (part seven)

Request: no

Couple: spencer reid/fem!reader

Category: angst, with the tiniest bit of fluff

Content Warning:  mentions of dating why recovering an addiction, mentions of drug use, attending narcotics anonymous, struggling with sobriety, withdrawal and symptoms of withdrawal, mentions and allusions of sex, Swearing, mildly ooc spencer, spencer’s pov,

Word Count: 3,202

Summary: The team confronts Spencer about how close he and reader are getting and are worried about their health and safety.

A/N: there won’t be an update next week, i have a very special/important announcement coming later today that’ll explain why. This is also the last part before the fun parts begin >:) so im also going to take the quickest break for a week and a half. But don’t worry, other things will be post! anyways, thank you all for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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I looked down at the person sleeping beside me. Their small body was curled into my side and one of their arms was languidly thrown across my body as if I was a stuffed animal. Part of me wondered if they were scared I’d disappear. I wish I could tell them that they didn’t have to fear, I wasn’t going anywhere unless they wanted me to. Well, other than work, I won’t be leaving them.

I tried to not let my thoughts be just about them, and my worries and fears. But it was hard. They were the first good thing to happen to me in a long time.

I’m sure their thoughts were consumed by me too. In fact, I know their thoughts were filled with me. They’re an addict. They have an addictive personality, and I’m their new addiction. They probably don’t even realize it either. Of course, why would they? They probably don’t even realize it. They live in their own little bubble, with their own rules, and I’m just a part of it. I was glad I was a part of it too. Because, I’m also an addict, and they’re my new addiction.

“Hey,” their soft voice pulled me from my thoughts. I looked down at them with a smile. “What’re you thinking about? You got that look in your eye,” they smiled as they tried pulling the blanket over their body, and tried to hide into my side. 

“Nothing special,” I retorted, feeling a warmth spread through my body as they continued to cling to me. “Why? What are you thinking about?” I asked, resting my hand on their back. They rolled so my hand was on their stomach. 

“You,” they beamed, sticking their head out from under the blanket. A bright smile grew on their lips as they looked at me. Their hair was a mess and covered their eyes just right. The light from the lamp on the nightstand lit them up just right, showing each imperfection on their face.  A blueish-purpleish spot on their neck caught my attention, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw it.

“Good things I hope,” I watched as they sat up, the blanket pooling around their waist. I tried not to stare at their bare body, but they made it hard as they stretched their arms in the air before turning to look at me. They leaned closer to me, a sly smile growing on their lips.

“Only the best thoughts of you fill my head,” they whispered before not so gracefully pressing their lips to mine. I laughed as I rested my hands on their shoulders to try and steady their body. 

“That’s good, I think,” I raised an eyebrow as I looked back at them. They smiled before slipping out of the bed and grabbing the shirt I wore from the day before.

Title: A Different Type of High (part six)

Request: no

Couple: spencer reid/gender-neutral!reader

Category: spicy fluff (RATED T)

Content Warning: swearing, talk about and allusions to sex, making out, mentions of dying, mentions of drug use (Dialiludid and Oxycodone), withdrawal and symptoms of withdrawal, attending narcotics anonymous, struggling with sobriety, mildly ooc spencer

Word Count: 3,637

Summary: Spencer and the team plan a dinner party to celebrate Reader’s 6-month anniversary of being clean. Reader and Spencer make a risky decision that could hurt their friendship 

A/N: Oh goodness, I’m so sorry this part took so long to be posted. I’ve had half of it written for a few weeks, and then I’ve been sitting on the other half bc it originally contained smut. I sat and thought about it for a few days, and I decided at extreme last minute to edit it and make it just spicy fluff, with a rating of pg13-T for the allusions of and talks of sex. I had my best friend proofread this and made sure it was a-okay to post with those ratings! i also edited all the parts so they could be for a gender-neutral reader! so please let me know if this part (or any other part) has an issue with pronouns. Again, im so sorry it took so long for this part to be posted. anyways, thank you all for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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“Six months,” I looked down at the token in hand. My eyes stayed glued to it for what seemed like an eternity, only looking away when there was a knock on the door. It wasn’t for 6 months, though, it was still my 5-month token. We’d be going to get my 6-month chip in a little bit…

“I hope you’re not doing something stupid in there!” Spencer spoke on the other side of the door. I smiled before pulling the door open. He was leaning beside the door, waiting for me to leave. “I thought you’d never leave,” he looked over at me with a smile. I stepped more out of the bathroom and looked up at him. 

“Nope, just going to the bathroom,” I lied, but still kept a smile on my lips. I try not to lie to Spencer, but for some reason, this one was different. If I had it my way, I would keep myself locked in the bathroom, and never having to leave again. “Do you have to go? It’s free now,” I gestured towards the door. Spencer looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. “Although, I’d give it a minute…” I looked down at the ground and shrugged.

“Are you okay?” He asked, following beside me as I walked towards his bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him as he stood right in front of me. “Six months, that’s quite the achievement,” he whispered as he sat beside me.

“I’m just nervous… That’s all,” I shrugged as I looked over at him, “I already want the day to be over… Is that bad to say?” I rested my head on his shoulder after I leaned on him. 

“No, I don’t think so,” Spencer shook his head, “I think it’s totally valid. This is the first time that you’ve made it to such a big accomplishment… It’s exciting, it’s nerve-wracking…” he whispered. 

“I think it’s more than nerve-wracking…” my voice was hardly a whisper. “We should go. The faster we go, the faster we can get this over with,” I looked up at him and shrugged. 

“We should get going. It’s a very important meeting for you today. Gotta get that coin,” Spencer laughed, before standing up. I sighed deeply before standing up. I rolled my eyes. “It’ll be over faster than you think it will,” he wrapped his arm around me as he walked me outside. The weather drastically changed over the last six months, I’ve forgotten how nice Maryland can be when it’s not cold and snowy. And, as soon as we stepped outside, a warm breeze brushed across my skin and through my hair. I smiled, relaxing my shoulders slightly.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three (coming soon)

Summary: Spencer makes some decisions for himself.

A/N: For those who didn’t notice, this will now be 3 parts! This and the next have much more unsub-stuff. This is a relatively dark fic (for me), so please take the content warnings seriously (you always should, but especially here). Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Angst/Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Unsub!Spencer, public sex, penetrative sex, psychiatrist/patient, institutionalization, forced sedation/tranquilizer use, needles, kidnapping, displays of force/violence, rough sex Word Count: 5.8k

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My life had felt differently lately. Not that it was a bad or regrettable thing. To others, the changes probably went unnoticed. They wouldn’t see the way my eyes followed rolling grey clouds in the hope that they might share their thoughts in the form of lightning and rain. They wouldn’t feel how my heart was in a constant state of fighting to be freed from the prison of my ribcage, searching out an embrace that I’d let slip through my fingers.

I didn’t try to hide it. I wore my emotions like embroidery stitched into my sleeve with contrasting colors. I wanted people to look. I wanted someone to notice how my life had been irreparably changed while no one else was watching.

But how could I be surprised by people’s ignorance, willful or not, when I was so acutely familiar with it before I ever met him?

The world had not suddenly closed its eyes to the happenings around them. When Spencer kissed me, it didn’t change the fabric of reality. All it did was change me. I became a version of myself that knew his lips and hands and heart, and with that, I found a freedom I wasn’t really certain what to do with.

All I knew was that I wasn’t willing to let it go.

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)  

Rating: M

Words: 1.9K

Warnings: Child birth, language, tooth aching fluff

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one  thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a     family, right?

AN: Two updates in a row! (Unedited) Now the taglist is officially closed now that we only have the Epilogue left. Thank you to everyone who took this journey with me, let me know what you think! much love, Cia

**Gif Not Mine**

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Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)  

Rating: M

Words: 2K

Warnings: None, just angsty as hell. typical cm violence. shooting, guns.

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one  thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a     family, right?

A.N: Thanks for letting me take my little break to get my Life back in order! Unedited because I wanted to finish tonight. Let me know what you’ll think! We’re in the homestretch now only a Chapter and epilogue to go. much love, Cia

❝ what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

with your hair falling into place like dominoes ❞