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thoughts after 1am
by Jerrod La Rue

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Bon Appetite
hello my people!
This was a Spencer Reid request from @aberrant-annie with Chef!Reader that cooks for the team, catches Spencerâs eye. I made Reader as Rossiâs niece because that just made it 10x better.Â
This was actually so much fun to write, thank you for requesting :)
PURE FLUFF
MASTERLIST
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âCiao, Uncle Dave! What can I do for you this fine evening?â I said cheerfully, putting my hands in the pockets of my apron. My uncle grabbed my face with a smile, kissing me on both cheeks.Â
He pulled away, and I noticed the people gathering behind him, most likely his team. âI know youâre about to close, but could you prepare one last dinner tonight?âÂ
Dave looked at me with pleading eyes, and I knew I couldnât say no to the old Italian. I smiled as I rolled my eyes at him. âOkay, old man. Take a seat.â I gestured to my waiters behind me. âGo ahead and get home guys, itâs late.â
The waiters nodded gratefully, and I looked over at the most gorgeous man I had ever seen taking a seat next to Dave. He chuckled at something my uncle had said, a faint smile falling on his lips. His hair was delightfully messy, he was at least six feet tall, and the navy blue sweater vest he was wearing was adorable.
âUh, hey, Uncle Dave? I could use some help in the kitchen,â I caught Daveâs attention, waving him into the messy kitchen area. He happily followed me.Â
While chopping onions, I asked a not so subtle question. âSo⌠whoâs the one in the sweater vest? With the good hair?â
Keep reading
Use Me (pt 1)
Part 2
A/N: Hello Everyone! This is my first ever fic that I've posted on this sight. I've been obsessed with Criminal Minds and Spencer Reid since the beginning of quarentine, so might as well put the obsession to good use! I hope you like it, and I am planning on posting a part 2 within the next couple days! Enjoy! (Also, I wrote and edited this on mobile so if the formating is weird I'm sorry)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character/Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of abduction, nonconsensual drug use, mentions of drugs, swearing, dirty thoughts
Words: 1.6k
Beta: My good Friend Erin!
I'm burning.
My skin feels like flames are crawling up my arms and my legs shake with every uneven step I take.
Sweat coats my brow, and my stomach churns as the world spins around me.
All because of the hand resting on the nape of my neck, which belongs to the unsub dubbed "the wizard" by the public.
He has a habit of abducting women, injecting them with some weird mix of drugs, and leaving them to fend for themselves.
Only one has been fatal.
Let's hope that statistic stays that way.
He pushes me forward, and I only vaguely know where we are.
My mind is in shambles, able to think about one thing and one thing only.
Spencer.
Every inch of him is infecting my mind, making my core pulse like it never has before.
Every image that flashes through my mind creates a dirty chain reaction.
I've had fantasies before, but god, they don't come close to the ones running through my mind.
I swallow, and wrap my arms around myself.
"What did- What did you put in me, you bastard?"
He chuckled behind me.
"Something to kick your little crush on the doctor into something more. Call it a love potion."
"How the fuck-"
But I wasn't able to finish my sentence before he shoved me up a flight of stairs.
I trip, falling onto my knees, my palms digging into the stone of the steps.
He grabs the collar of my jacket and drags me up the stairs, letting me go once we reach the top.
I slump against the railing, trying to catch my breath.
He leans down, and pins something to my shirt.
I try to focus on his face, but it's dark, and my mind won't cooperate.
"Have fun."
He stands, ringing the doorbell of an apartment, before walking away.
I try to stand, to go after him but he's gone before I can stabilize myself onto my legs.
And then I hear the door creak open, and a voice speaks out.
"Hello?"
How the hell can one word ruin me?
"Sp-Spencer?" This is hell. How can I be around him like this? How did the unsub even find out?
"Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?"
He opens the door, and the light behind him basks him in an ethereal glow.
He comes towards me, worry creasing his face as he places his hands on my upper arms.
Even through two layers of clothing, the touch alone sends sparks up my skin.
I bite my tongue to hold back a moan.
"He got me." It's hard to breathe right, with him standing so close to me. My breaths are ragged and shallow.
"He got me, and he injected me with something, and then he brought me here."
He pulls me behind him as his hand rests on his gun, which is still situated on his hip from the work day.
His eyes scan the street, and when he finds no one, he turns around, and ushers me into the building.
He's behind me, a hand placed gently on my lower back to keep me steady as he leads me towards his apartment.
God what I wish those hands would do to me.
Those long, slender fingers move faster and faster within me, curling around that pretty little spot until-
I stop, putting a hand out to steady myself against the wall, a pained moan leaving my throat. Sweat drips down my temple.
"What did he do to you?"
His eyes raked up and down my body, obviously profiling me, trying to figure out what was going on.
"I don't know." I say through gritted teeth. "But it feels like my body is on fire."
He nods, and within a few seconds weâre entering his apartment.
I run my hands through my hair and rub my face.
This isn't helping.
I'm surrounded by him.
Everytime I breathe, I can smell his musk, the natural scent of Spencer.
I shed my jacket, trying to cool off, but it only helps for a second.
The heat is radiating from inside me.
I sit on his couch and put my head in my hands, my leg bouncing as I try to distract myself from the impossible.
The leather is cool against my back, as he pushes into me, his kisses feverish, his hands roaming.
I want to cry.
This is borderline painful.
"We need to get you to the hospital."
Shit that's the last thing I need. My team, let alone anyone seeing me all hot and bothered like I've never been before.
Yeah. No.
I shake my head.
"No. God no. I know how to make it go
away, I just-"
I take a shuddery breath.
"I just need to be alone."
"I'm not leaving you, y/n. You're obviously in pain."
God fucking damnit.
He rests on his knees in front of me, and his hand lays on my lower thigh.
God, of course his hands have to be right fucking there, god damnit.
If only he knew he was making it worse.
"Can you at least explain to me what you're feeling?"
Fuck.
Double fuck.
But what the hell am I supposed to do? He's a genius, he'd figure it out eventually.
His words are laced with worry and care, and his eyes are soft.
I couldn't say no to him, even if I wanted to.
I take a breath and clasp my hands together to keep them from shaking.
"Um, I'm really hot, like really hot. Uh,"
My pussy is pulsing with every breath I take.
"I can't focus. I'm shakey."
I swallow.
"I'm thirsty."
That's the understatement of the century.
He's looking at me, but I know he's in his head, trying to narrow down what could possibly be in my system.
But my answers were vague. They could be the symptoms of any number of narcotics.
I run my hands over my jeans, and stand, walking over to his windows.
"Fuck."
If I don't tell him, he's just going to keep worrying.
Here goes nothing.
"I'm horny, okay? I'm beyond horny."
When I turn to face him, he's standing with his hands in his pockets, red covering his cheeks. "Oh."
I groan, planting my face into my hands.
"This wasn't supposed to happen, at least not like this. He found out, I don't know how but he did, and now I'm here, horny as all hell, embarrassing myself with every second that passes and-"
"What did he find out?"
I pause for a moment, going over the words that had just left my mouth.
Shit.
Play dumb.
"What?"
He walks towards me, stopping in front of me to reach up and rip something from my shirt.
"Use me."
Please don't say that right now.
He turns it in between his fingers, to show me the note.
If my face wasn't already flushed, I'm sure it would have been.
"Please, y/n, tell me."
I could cry.
I really could.
I close my eyes, not wanting to look at him when I speak it into truth.
My hands were clenched so hard, my nails were sure to leave crescent moons on my palms.
"He found out, that," I bite my lip, and groan. "He found out that I like you. A lot more than as friends, okay? I don't know how but he did.â
I pinch the bridge of my nose, before crossing my arms and staring at the ground.
"When I asked him why, he said it was to kick my crush on you into something more." I scoff, shifting my weight from foot to foot. "He called it a fucking love potion."
It's silent in the room.
I can hear the seconds pass by the clock resting on his wall.
I can feel his eyes on the side of my face.
"Let me help you."
His voice is soft, yet louder than I was expecting, and his fingers trail lightly up my arm.
That's when I look at him.
I shake my head.
"No. No, I can't let you do that. That's not fair to you. You're only doing because you feel like you have to and I can't do that t-"
"Y/n," his hand comes up to cover my mouth, and his eyes are darker than I've ever seen them.
God is it hot.
He wears a small smirk where his smile used to sit, and when he speaks, his voice is lowered.
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to, now would I?"
It wasn't a question like he had phrased it, oh no. It was a statement. One that told me he wanted it just as much as I did.
If you had told me this morning, that by the end of the night, I would have Spencer Reid offering to fuck drugs out of my system, I would have laughed in your face.
But right now, it was taking everything in me not to jump his bones.
His hand moves from my mouth, his fingers brushing hair out of my vision, tucking it behind my ear.
I stare, wide eyed at him, hands shaking as I reach up and wrap my hand around his wrist.
"Is that what you want me to do? You want me to fuck it out of you?"
I know this is exactly what the unsub wants.
I know we're falling right into his trap.
But god damn it, I want this too.
I want this so bad.
This is my decision.
I nod my head.
"Use your words."
I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I nearly gasped, "Yes, I want you to fuck me."
"Good girl."
Donât Call Me Doctor -Part 1
A/N: Hiiii! This is my first fic ever and I was so excited to finally start writing! Of course I had to use Spencer Reid as my muse. It may be a bit wonky but I hope you still enjoy. :)
P.S. this is going to be multiple chapters (most likely three or four)
Pairing: SPENCER REIDxFEM! READER
Category: Fluff and Smut
Word Count: 2.3k
ENJOY!:)
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MASTERLIST
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Never in a million years did I think I would come anywhere close to landing my dream job. I mean come on itâs a dream for a reason right? Wrong, cause here I was standing in the worn parking lot of the BAU for the first time as an official special agent. Iâm usually the humble type, but even I had to admit Agent Y/L/N had a fantastic ring to it. When my hand anxiously reached for the door handle and cautiously pulled it open, I felt a breath of fresh air wash over my entire being. This was where I belonged.
As soon as I entered the building, I was in a trance, taking in the sights surrounding me. I swiftly made my way to the hectic bullpen on a mission to find Agent Hotchner, who was supposed to get me settled in. I knew the F.B.I. didn't have much down time, but I certainly wasnât expecting the amount of sheer chaos in front of me, and judging by the frantic looks on most of the other agents' faces, neither did they. I was able to locate Hotchner fairly quickly and hastily made my way over to him, still shocked by the frenzy Iâd walked into.
âAh you must be Ms. Y/L/N. Iâm truly sorry that you have to witness this mess on your first day, but I suppose it doesnât hurt to have you jump right into things. Give me a sec to finish this up and Iâll introduce you to the team.â
I nodded quickly, unable to speak, still kind of awestruck that any of this was actually happening. I took the moment I had while Hotchner finished up his work to take another glance at the experts around me. Thatâs gonna be you soon y/n you know, I thought to myself excitedly.
âOk, now that thatâs all set, shall we?â, Agent Hotchner spoke, interrupting my momentary fantasy.
âOf course, sir.â
âPlease Y/N, just Hotchâ, he said with a small smile.
I followed like a lost puppy as he led me over to the other agents who were obviously swamped in work from whatever case they had been assigned to. As Hotch and I got closer, a couple of them noticed and stood up excitedly running over to us, either with joy that fresh meat had arrived or as a momentary reprieve from the pages upon pages they had been straining over.
âEverybody Iâd like you to meet our newest recruit, Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Iâm sure you all remember how stressful and nerve wracking your first days were so be sure to make her feel welcome to the team.â
I nervously smiled towards the other agents, giving a small, awkward wave and simply said, âHi.â I was usually one to ramble on and on about the most trivial of things, but today it was a victory for me to to even get out a coherent string of words.
Immediately after my embarrassing attempt at a hello, a woman with spunky glasses and blonde hair came bounding up to me with the biggest grin Iâve ever seen on a person in my life.
âHi! Oh my god itâs so nice to meet you! I canât wait to get to know you. I can already tell weâre gonna be besties! Oh Iâm Penelope Garcia by the way, but you can just call me Pen!â
I was a little surprised at first, but found myself giggling as I was pulled into a tight bear hug by the extremely enthusiastic woman in front of me. Once she released me I turned my attention to the man standing next to her.
âNice to meet ya Y/N. Iâm Derek Morgan. Feel free to call me anything your heart desires, although I wouldnât mind you calling my cellâ, he said with a smirk. I assumed my blush was visible based on the way he chuckled before stretching his hand out to me. I timidly returned the gesture and cleared my throat before moving on to the other agents standing near.
After another round of awkward âhelloâs and ânice to meet youâs I became acquainted with a woman named JJ and another named Emily, or just Prentiss. The last of the crew was a kind looking man who introduced himself as David Rossi.
While I was ecstatic to have met the team and become a bit more comfortable in my shoes, I couldnât help but glance over at the only member that hadnât jumped at the opportunity to introduce themselves to me. He remained situated at his desk rummaging through the many pages spewed across the surface, seemingly oblivious to the whole interaction that just occurred.
Damn. He was attractive. Well that was a huge understatement, but the right words just couldnât come to my mind fast enough. I knew it was rude to stare, but there wasnât a thing in the world that could draw my attention away from the fine specimen in front of me. I had no idea what about him left me so speechless, maybe his delicious brown curls that looked absolutely tuggable or the veins that poked through the skin on his strong looking hands. Whatever it was, I was a goner.
âThatâs Dr. Spencer Reidâ, Prentiss explained, making me jump. Based upon the slight smirk on her face, Iâm guessing my ogling was pretty obvious. âHeâs our resident genius, if you will. Really bright kid, just try not to get sucked into his rambling if you can help itâ, she said with a chuckle.
I tried to listen to her with all of my attention, but I was still distracted by Dr. Reid. Why was he the only one who didnât say hi to me? Why didnât he even acknowledge my arrival? I found myself feeling disappointed that I wasnât given the opportunity to shake one of his beautiful hands or hear, what I would assume heâd have, a melodic voice. Prentiss must have noticed my evident shift in mood as well.
âDonât worry about him. Heâs truly a super nice kid, just has been overly busy lately. Been under a lot of stress, ya know? Anyways, give him a chance to redeem himself and Iâm sure the two of you will get along fabulously.â
I gave her a small smile and then made my way over to my new desk, which, lucky me, was adjacent to Spencerâs. How fun. At least Iâll have a nice view if I ever need a distraction. I placed my stuff down, anxious to begin my first day of many at this amazing place. Glancing down at the case files laid in front of me, I knew I should probably introduce myself to him to at least make him aware of my existence. I looked over and he was still hunched over his desk, reading at speed that I didnât think was humanly possible.
âHi Iâm Y/N Y/L/N! Nice to meet you Dr. Reid.â
I noticed that almost immediately after beginning my introduction, his body froze. His hands stopped frantically skimming the pages and his breathing seemed to halt. However, the icing on the cake was the way his body noticeably twitched after hearing me call him Dr. Reid. Now I felt even worse about this whole situation. I just wanted the gorgeous man in front of me to seem even the slightest bit enthusiastic about my presence, but I felt as though I had made so many mistakes in the two seconds I had been at my desk. Frantically trying to salvage whatever was left of dignity, I extended my hand and tried to fix the mess.
âSorry if I scared you! Iâm not the most socially adept individual. I couldnât help but notice that-â
âYouâre rambling.â
Did he really just interrupt me?
âPardon me Dr. Reid?â I tried my best to mask the shock from his rude interruption, although it was challenging to do. Once again I saw him twitch, more subtle this time around.
âYou were rambling. Thought youâd like to know. And itâs Spencerâ, he spoke sternly barely even sparing me a glance before diving back into his current task.
For the split second we made eye contact I was entranced once again by the enigma that was Dr. Spencer Reid. However, as quickly as it affected me, it was gone and I was back to wondering what the hell had just happened. âHeâs truly a super nice kid.â Yeah nice kid my ass, Emily.
Realizing any attempt at a conversation with him would be futile I accepted my defeat and moved on. âOkayyyyâ, I responded turning in my chair to begin working on the case that had the BAU in a frenzy.
As annoying as it was, I still couldnât keep the doctor out of my mind. It was almost impossible to stay focused on the files in front of me with him sitting so close. Rudeness aside, he was still the most handsome guy I had ever seen with my eyes and I really wanted to get to know him. Turning my attention away from him, I continued working away, silently hoping that he wasnât going to ignore me forever. Who knows? Maybe Emily was right and he was just stressed?
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Well I was wrong.
I have been a part of the BAU for about three months now and while Iâve become good friends with the other members of my team, Spencer continued to pretend like I didnât exist. Which is fun. It was as if my very existence was a nuisance to him. I walked into a room and he walked out. I smile at him and he immediately ducks his head down and walks away. I enthusiastically say good morning and he replies simply with things such as âhiâ or âheyâ. Sometimes the only bone heâll throw me is a nod in my direction. I was going insane.
I learned pretty quickly that Emily wasnât entirely wrong. He seemed to be very nice and even goofy with the rest of the team. I always saw him greet the other agents with a wide smile every morning. Many times while we were all sitting at the round table, Iâd witness him go off on multiple tangents and ramblings that only served to annoy me further. He really was a genius. An extraordinarily intelligent, charming, sexy genius and it was infuriating. Why me? What did I ever do to make him hate me so much?
Leave it to me to fall in love with the one person in the world who pretends I donât exist.
Even though he never budged in his treatment towards me, I never stopped trying just in case he decided to change his mind. Everyday I would ask him if he wanted a refill on his coffee and his answer was always the same, a simple âNo thank you.â On one of the good days Iâd also get a glance in my direction along with his response. Dr. Reid had even stopped going to team outings with us, usually claiming he wasnât feeling up to it or he had too much work to catch up on.
I was seriously running out of options to get him to acknowledge me and I was getting desperate. Since Iâve started at the BAU, my sleep has been plagued with images of the aforementioned man and I was becoming so frustrated it was ridiculous. Everyday I just sit at my desk observing him as subtly as I possibly can.
I mean look at him.
Heâs gorgeous. The dreams I had been having certainly werenât helping either. Sure, I had found his hair tuggable before and had thought that his hands were quite attractive, but now things had been blown out of proportion. What I would give to feel those magical fingers of his doing ungodly things to me while I grasp his hair at the roots and tug hard enough to make him groan. Ok ok stop Y/N before you get too ahead of yourself. There really wasnât any worth in sitting here and fantasizing, seeing the doctor didnât show any interest. Sighing to myself, I decided to take one more brief look at the man of the hour before getting back to my priorities.
Wait. What the hell was that?
I glanced over at Spencer and caught him staring directly at me with a pensive look adorning his face. As quickly as Iâd noticed, he had looked away, hastily, clearing his throat and trying to suppress the new shade of red that blossomed across his cheeks and neck.
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?
Regardless of how unbelievable it was, I knew what I had seen. He was actually looking at me. Actually acknowledging my presence. And what was that look on his face? He looked so fucking deep in thought while scrutinizing my face. And donât even get me started on the blushing.
I was so confused. How could I possibly make Dr. Reid blush? Maybe I was just overthinking the whole situation and he had just zoned out staring in my direction. Maybe he was embarrassed that he had gotten distracted from the work laid out in front of him and jerked his head away out of shame.
No. Nope. No way.
However brief the eye contact was, I had seen it. That pensive look in his eyes. That look that made me feel like the one problem the genius hadnât been able to solve, no matter how many equations and solutions he had tested. But what did that mean?
In the three months that I had been in the unit, his attitude towards me was nothing short of rotten. He rarely said a word to me, unless required for a case. He blatantly ignored my many (and I mean many) attempts to get him to accompany me for coffee. Or dinner. Or even breakfast in the office. At a certain point I knew my efforts were futile, but I couldnât help it. There was something about him that drew me in farther than I had ever expected to venture.
So what gave him the right to look at me like that and fuck up my life?
To be continued...
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A/N: Yay the final part is here! Iâm so glad you guys like this series and hope youâll like other stuff I eventually write! Be sure to send
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Weatherman
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
a/n: this is my entry for @imagining-in-the-marginsâ âs small creators list! My prompt was âreader loses a set of very important papers after they blow away. Spencer, who happens to be nearby, helps collect them.â
this isnât my favourite but i figured iâd post it anyway :(
This is also in first person, which I am experimenting with so let me know how you like it!
Wordcount: 1.1k
Warnings: Mentions of schizophrenia/general mental illness and doctor talk, some cursing
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I am late. I am so, so, so very extraordinarily late.Â
What may very well be the most important meeting of my career starts in 3 minutes, and I only just got off the bus.Â
I grab onto the folder beside me - which contains over a years worth of research, research that I need for the most important meeting of my career - and take off towards the entrance of the hospital. Iâm just about five feet short of those steely sliding doors when I hear a crack of thunder that stops me dead in my tracks, and it wouldâve only been that which stopped me if I hadnât have seen him standing there.Â
He was tall and he dressed like he had been born in the 1960âs, though he couldnât have been more than five years older than myself. He turned around and I was caught in these honey gold eyes. His hair had that kind of effortless curly look that was perfect for running your fingers through. I probably couldâve stood there looking in those eyes for the rest of my life if I hadnât suddenly become aware that the folder in my hand had snapped open with a gust of wind from the storm.Â
I watched my work dance away in the wind.
âShit! Shit, shit, shit shit!âÂ
That was all I could think of the say as I desperately chased after my research papers as they now found a new home on the ground in front of the sliding doors I came so close to entering without incident. I shouldâve known that wouldâve been too easy, I have never been graceful.
The honey-eyed boy and I both jumped into action, chasing down the papers as efficiently as we could in a stormy, crowded, cement slab. When he turns to hand me the stack he collected, I donât even have time to think about the words flying out of my mouth. All I know is I need to be in conference room B right now, wooing a table of investors into taking on my clinical trial.
âThank you! Iâm so late!â I could feel myself slipping into his features already, which likely why I huffed out those last few words.
 âYouâre gorgeous. Iâm SO late.âÂ
With embarrassing sentiment on the table, I turn on my heel and race to my conference room.
âââââââ
Once the door shuts behind me Iâm finally able to let out the breath I feel like Iâve been holding for the past hour. An hour I had just spent pitching my new clinical trial to the hospital board, or basically begging them to fund it. I could not be more nervous, even now that the meeting was over my mind was still in jumbles and going a mile a minute.
However this career defining moment wasnât the only thing that had me flustered; I canât stop thinking about the man from earlier. I can picture his veiny hands, the watch wrapped around the cuff of his shirt, the fact I had called him gorgeousâŚÂ
Okay, so that last one makes me cringe a little, but it wasnât like it was a lie. Plus, I was probably never going to see him again. He didnât work here (I would remember someone that pretty), and we had interacted for like five seconds anyway.
Thatâs what I told myself - until I turned the corner and ran right into him.Â
âOh! I am so sorry.â He says immediately, like a reflex, and I want to choke him out right there in that hallway because not only does he look like an angel but heâs polite too.Â
And Iâm so caught up in that thought that he speaks again,
âYouâre Dr. Y/l/n.âÂ
I just look up at him dumbly because yes, I am, but I donât know where heâs going with this yet and I really, really do not want to embarrass myself in front of him again.Â
âIâve read about your work in the Journal of Clinical Psychopharmacology.â His eyes are darting wildly around the room, and heâs talking so fast I can barely comprehend what heâs trying to say, âYour research in pediatric onset schizophrenia is really groundbreaking. I mean, the use of Olanzapine Pharmacokinetics during inpatient stays is-â
âY/n.â I interrupt, reaching my hand out for him to shake.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âYou donât have to call me Doctor Y/l/n. Youâre not a patient or an asshole, and those are the only people who have to call me that. My name is Y/n.â I say, trying to put some humour into the conversation.Â
He looks at me for a little too long before taking my hand. I can tell heâs uncomfortable the second he touches me, and Iâm horrified that itâs because my hands are clammy. He must sense my discomfort as I do his, because he looks at me with the first smile I earn from him and says;Â
âIâm not really a handshake person. Too many germs.â
I chuckle, but only because I want to see that smile painted across his face for as long as I can, savouring every second of it.Â
We stand in the empty hallway and when I breathe in it smells like hand sanitizer and cinnamon, and now itâs my turn to smile because this gorgeous man smells like fall and has read my research and has a smile that could stop wars and I know that I want to know every part of him, let him infect parts of me with his smell and his touch and I donât even know his name yet.Â
âSpencer,â He says, reading my mind, âThatâs my name. You donât have to call me Doctor either, just for the record.â
I laugh again, and it is much too loud for the amount of funny that statement was. I was a fifteen year old again and he was the cute boy in my math class who I couldnât talk to without giggling and blushing. Â
âYouâre a doctor? I havenât seen you around here before.â
âNot that kind of doctor, I have PhDâs.âÂ
He smiles that million dollar smile and my legs are like jelly. Just like that I know I will fall in love with this honey eyed man. Itâs now or never, and I donât know where I get the courage to ask him out for coffee but I do it - with shaky hands and a quiet voice - but I do it nonetheless.Â
We plan to see eachother again that night and I canât breathe until I see him. The coffee shop is empty except for us and even if it hadnât been the world would have fallen away from me anyway. He walks me to my door, and it starts to rain, and Iâm not even annoyed that my hair was ruined by the sky.Â
I guess the weather works in my favour sometimes.
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Get The Picture
Pairing: Spencer x fem!reader
Summary: (PADS, part 3) Nathan just wonât take âNoâ for an answer
Warning: Disrespectful male who needs a brush up on consent and harassment⌠little fluff?
Words: 1209
A/N: I wrote Part three! I couldnât wait. I changed the ending 3 times but I hope this is okay⌠Let me know if I should write anything else :DÂ
Part One HERE Â Â Part Two HERE
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Your phone pinged with an alert. You swiped your thumb over the screen, unlocking the phone and opening the iMessage.
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Satisfaction Guaranteed (Chip Fic)
Request: i know this is weird, but maybe spencer or chip having a weird love/obsession with eating the reader out?
A/N: This isnât weird at all. And I had to write this for Chip - donât ask me why. I just knew it had to be Chip. Couple: Chip Taylor/Fem!Reader Category: Smut! (NSFW) Content Warning: Mild cheating (grinding), domestic abuse, heavy petting, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, mild dirty talk Word Count: 7.3K
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Thereâs a quote, often misattributed to Einstein, saying that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Iâve never been much of a believer in the idea underlying the quote, especially in reference to people. After all, people can change, right?
Thatâs what I had to tell myself. I had to believe that people were capable of change and that one day, if I fought hard enough or right enough, things would change. I had to tell myself that because I knew that if I stopped believing it, I wouldnât have any sanity left.
But there comes a time when your voice is so hoarse from screaming that you canât fight back. Any attempt to speak comes out in broken shouted whispers.
âDo you think you could justââ I tried to beg my husband, but he stopped me before the request had even left my mouth.
âGod, do you ever stop nagging?â he barked, âI swear, you havenât used your mouth for something useful in years.â Â
The words feel like knives on my skin and ice in my veins, but the implication wasnât even the most painful part; it was the audience to the insult.
âChip, do me a favor and find a way to make her shut up. Iâll pay you double,â my husband joked, turning to the man sitting on the floor next to the other door with the knob in his hand.
Four in Hand (Reid Request)
Request: a fluffy imagine where he asks (they can be just coworkers) reader to tie his tie but she donno how and he teaches her and stuff - @craz-ydiva A/N: This was so cute! I hope this little ficlet satisfies your craving for fluff 𼰠This was a multiple request so if you are a smaller writer who also received this, please let me know and I will link your story here! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff! Content Warning: None! Word Count: 1.7K
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I was late. I was late to an event honoring David Rossi, and he was definitely going to be pissed. I didnât have a good excuse for being late, eitherâ at least, not one I could tell him. The truth was that I was late because I had redone my hair and make-up three times each while getting ready. Why did I do something so asinine for a work event, you ask?
WellâŚ
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Guest Speaker
Anon requested: Hi! I saw that your requests are open, so this is oddly specific but, could I get a Reid x reader where sheâs a cheerleader kinda prom queen stereotype but sheâs like really smart and majoring in criminology (maybe thatâs how they meet?) and heâs sorta insecure about dating her, maybe it could be a bit smutty? If not itâs totally cool, thank you sooo much.Â
Authorâs note: First off, I would like to apologize to you anon. I took a rather long hiatus without really planning to due to some personal stuff, so Iâm really sorry for that. I hope you still follow me, I hope you see this, and I hope above all else that you like it. @gretaamykâ for giving me the idea of the football game. Honestly donât know what I would have done without it lol. Go check her out, sheâs awesome! Also, I should mention I didnât add any smut because I didnât feel like it fit the story. But, if you would like, I could do a smutty part 2! Just let me know.Â
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Readerâs POV:
Could this class be any more boring? Sure, criminology is my favorite subject. But this professor looked like he had one foot in the grave, with the voice to match. Talk about naptime.Â
I put my pen down in exasperation and decided that picking at my nail polish was a better way to spend my time.Â
âPsst,â a voice hissed next to me.Â
I popped my gum as I looked up at the source of the voice. It was Naomi, my best friend.Â
âGirl, I didnât even notice you next to me!â
âI know,â she whispered, trying not to laugh. âYou were too enamored with your polish flaking off. Sometimes I wonder how youâre top of the class.âÂ
I stifled a laugh.Â
âI wonder the same thing sometimes, Naomi. Hey, I think I might dip a little early. What do you think about coming with me?âÂ
No answer. I waited to see if she would respond, but she never did. Glancing up, I saw her staring towards the podium. There was no way she was looking at Dr. Daniels. I followed her gaze and about swallowed my gum in surprise.Â
Dr. Daniels was up there, but next to him was someone I had never seen before. Quite unfortunate, if I do say so myself, because he had to be the most beautiful man I had ever seen.Â
I whispered to Naomi out of the corner of my mouth, not breaking my gaze towards the man, âWho⌠is that?âÂ
âI think Daniels said he works at the FBI. A guest speaker, I guess. Dr. Spencer Reid.âÂ
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Story Time
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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I always loved the atmosphere to Spencerâs 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 Iâve slowly started to introduce him by more recent music. And by âRecentâ, I mean the 70âs 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 didnât know it was salvageable until a few weeks ago, and since then I havenât 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 couldnât help but connect it to my own experience.
Spencer and I havenât had sex in over two weeks. That may not seem like that long, but it feels like iâm 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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Just My Friend (Reid Request)
Request: Can I please request either a jealous Matthew or Spencer smut? Iâm not sure which one would be hotter in my opinion.
Request: 13, 21, 31 (smut) with Spencer please!
#13 - âMine.â
#20 - âCould he make you feel as good as I do?â
#31 - âIâm gonna fuck you so hard you forget that asshole.â
Category: Smut
Content Warning: Jealousy, Degradation, Fingering, Penetrative Sex
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Spencer sat at his desk with his eyes burning a hole into Morganâs head. He held a pen in his hand, and he took his frustration out on by clicking it repeatedly. Morgan was talking to Y/n, having a conversation that must have been extremely funny based on the way that she laughed at everything that came out of his mouth. Her hand playfully brushed against his arm and Spencer thought he might explode. Spencer recognized that look in his eyes. Sure, Morgan flirted with any woman thatâs conscious, but it was different for Spencer when it was his girlfriend there with him. Of course, he couldnât bring it up to him. Nobody was supposed to know about their relationship in the first place. But Spencer had never been closer to spilling their secret than in that moment.
âSpence, cool it on the pen!â JJ said, looking up from her file with an annoyance on her face. Her expression changed to a cocked eyebrow when she saw the anger on his face coupled where where he was looking.
âSorry,â He snapped out of it, avoiding her gaze and instead looking down at his notes.
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One Day
Request: Nah, my own ideas.Â
A/N: This is what happens when my brain randomly goes to different placesÂ
Couple: Spencer X Fem!Reader
Category: Smut. (NSFW)Â
Content Warnings: Masturbation (male), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, wartenberg wheel
Word Count: 6.3KÂ
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From the moment I woke up this morning, there was an odd air in the apartment. It wasnât anything bad, just different. Â Thereâs been a teasing gleam in Spencerâs eye all day and Iâm not sure what to make of it.
Currently we both sat on the couch reading our own books. I was reading Frankenstein again and Spencer reading Great Expectations again. Weâre both fans of rereading books.
â(Y/N)?â
âYeah?â I ask, not even looking up from my book.
âIâm finished with my book.â His voice is light and almost pouty.
âWhat do you want me to do about that?â
The response I got wasnât exactly what I was expecting, when suddenly my book is torn from my hands and I am on my back under Spencer. My loud cry of surprise fills the apartment but he merely laughs.
âOh, hello there.â
âHi.â He grins childishly.
âYouâre surprisingly heavy.â I comment combing my fingers through his hair. No matter what he does to try and tame it, it always reverts back to the messy bedhead look.
âNot very nice.â He murmurs.
âYou love me.â
He nods before crashing his lips to mine. His hips pin me to the couch as his mouth hotly trails along my jaw and neck. At the same time, his fingers dance along the skin above my pants, stopping every so often to draw funny shapes.
The hesitance that was there when we first began dating is long gone after years of familiarity and comfort. I know that I trust him with my life and body, and I know he feels the same.
His lips make their way back up to my ear and I shiver as his hot breath hits my skin.
âIâve missed you.â
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to convince a genius {spencer reid}
summary: Her reigning title as trivia champion is in jeopardy once Spencer starts to attend. She recounts the four times in which she tried to convince Spencer to join her trivia team.Â
warnings: some mature language, fluff
word count: 4.9 k
a/n: This fic is from @imagining-in-the-marginsâ prompt list! âReader is a trivia champion until Spencer starts attending with his coworkers. Reader tries to snipe him over to their team.â When I was writing I channelled the version of Reid from that s7 ep when him and Morgan are in a prank war, kind of a more teasing demeanour than usual. Thatâs the Spencer Reid energy I was portraying whilst writing. Feel free to send me messages in my inbox and let me know if you would like to be added to my permanent taglist :)
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I didnât remember when it officially started. At first, it was only once in a while before it became a sort of mutual agreement to have trivia night a few Saturdays of the month. Of course, with our hectic work schedule, plans falter and postponing happens, but it usually tends to work out. Keeping in mind, weâve only had about four âofficial games,â but it seemed as if a budding tradition was about to emerge. It varied between who hosted, but more often than not, it was held at Rossiâs with the promise of a signature home-cooked pasta dinner with some aged red wine.Â
Somehow, trivia has always been something that I considered to be my game. Retaining a lot of useless information came as a strength, which allowed me to be the reigning trivia champion â not only with the BAU team â but also when I used to play with family and friends back home. I have never really been the competitive type, but the competition seeps out of me when Iâm in the zone. The zone recently being the floor of Rossiâs living room, with a stack of index cards and a notepad with a tally of the point system.Â
It started to become a stress-relieving team event, to focus our attention on an uncomplicated game rather than the outside dangers. However, Spencer never really came around when it was trivia night, sure heâd reluctantly partake in team outings, but coincidentally was busy each time we had a designated game night. It struck me as odd because with all the random facts clouding his brain â waiting to be spewed at any given moment â this would seem like the appropriate time to put them to use. I just assumed that he didnât like to be competitive in a game that wasnât remotely analytical like poker or chess.Â
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sweater weather {spencer reid}
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summary: After getting caught in the rain, Spencer offers his sweater in replacement of her soaked clothes. Â
warnings: drowning in fluff
word count: 2.7k
a/n: This took me so long to edit and I changed the outcome eight times before settling on this one, I hope that it sounds alright. Thank you for all the love that has been shown on my recent Spencer fics, I really appreciate it <3 Feel free to leave feedback or messages in my inbox, I love to read them :)) Huge credits to @lydtothemoonâ for helping me plan this out, love you the most <3
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The day began as normal as a Sunday could possibly be; rolling out of a bundle of comfort thankful that Monday is still another day away, drawing open the curtains to allow sunlight to creep its way in, taking each next step with patience, nothing seemed too important to rush.Â
Initially, I had a reservation for my couch between the early hours of the morning to a sensible departure at around nightfall. At least, that is what I thought before my phone received a notification from none other than Spencer Reid. The contact name itself made my heart swell, but I attempt to not make it completely obvious.Â
Do you want to get coffee in about an hour?
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Show Me the Ropes (Reid Series)
Request: Iâd love to read your take on Spencer being introduced to BDSM. Maybe the team has a case and they investigate a club. One of the submissive/dominatrix is interested in him and teaches him the ropes (pun intended).
A/N: My favorite Anon! I have finally finished part one of your fic! I desperately hope that you enjoy it so far, because you deserve it. I think about you all the time and I hope things are going well for you. As for everyone else â this is just the background leading up to their relationship. Itâs basically all smut from this point on, so buckle in! I take requests for this kink anthology, but reminder that I donât do anal play for personal reasons. Enjoy! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW) Content Warning: Exhibitionism, Public Sex, BDSM, roughhousing, heavy petting Word Count: 9,750
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It was a calm Friday night in Washington, D.C. and the air smelled of cherry blossoms, dogwoods, and adventure. Just inside the five star hotel suite was a collection of oversized coats not fit for the weather. They werenât meant to keep us warm; they were meant to keep us safe from prying, judgmental eyes.
Past those coats, though, thatâs where the real fun was to be had. Sadly, it wouldnât be had by me that night. Or at least, I thought it wouldnât.
My nail tapped absentmindedly against the wine glass in my hand, which attracted the attention of the man beside me more than anything else. It certainly didnât do anything for my nerves. Still, it was obvious that of the two of us, I was more comfortable in our current situation. I couldnât blame him; it must have been strange to be there while on the clock.
âYou know, this wouldnât have been nearly as uncomfortable for you if the serial killer had decided to start killing people before our monthly munch.â I said quietly, hoping that it was the kind of innocuous joke that might appeal to an FBI agent currently stuck inside a BDSM event. But to say it did not land would be a dramatic understatement.

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Here to Misbehave (Part 1 â Reid Series)
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Â Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15
Request: I got this request twice! (Spencer spots you at a nightclub. Only problem is heâs an FBI agent and youâre under 21) - @ohlookheatherâ âNumber 12 please! Maybe have him figure out her age after theyâre together for the night. Idk do whatever you want.â - @spencerreidsthingsâ A/N: Iâm so glad I actually got this out in time (whew)! I think him figuring it out before they spent the whole night together provided the perfect amount of tension to close the deal for them, hehe. Once again, this will be a two parter, with the first part leading up to the smut in the second part. I had so many ideas, I couldnât keep it short! I hope you enjoy! <3 The second part might not be for a minute, Iâm kind of busy this week. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: PG-13 - Mildly Spicy Fluff (good stuff coming in Part II) Content Warnings: Adults w/ Age Difference (10yr), heavy petting Word Count: 4,013
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There are many reasons to come to a nightclub. For some, itâs an excuse to find someone to kill their loneliness. For others, itâs a chance to escape themselves. Iâm not sure which I was more of tonight.
The pulsing bass reverberated through the floor, and I let it take me somewhere else for awhile. Losing myself in the crowd, my body seemed to know how to move to the music without much thought.
It was my birthday, evidenced by the giant sash my friends insisted on me wearing. If anyone asked, I had just turned 21. But truthfully, I still had another year until then. The strange thing is, Iâm not the kind of person to make a habit out of breaking the rules. But something about this year made me stir crazy. Everything happens for a reason, right?
The moment that thought went through my head a pair of pensive eyes caught my attention through the crowd. A man was leaning against the bar, seemingly alone. I thought it strange, considering how out of place he seemed. Surely, he must have come with someone else. But the way he was looking at me told me he probably wasnât there with a woman. At least, I hoped not.
I almost went to him, but I felt a familiar tap on my shoulder. My friend was calling my attention to the relatively empty stage, begging me to join her on it. Now, I am not the best dancer, but when youâre trying to get a cute guyâs attention, thatâs what you do, right? As I climbed up with her, I tried to spot him once more. Unfortunately, he had moved from his previous position. Oh well, I thought, maybe he hadnât really been looking at me after all.
So instead, I just focused on the music. Swaying my hips to the beat, I closed my eyes and let my hands run up and down my body the way I wished someone elseâs would. I wondered if he could still see me. I wondered if he was still looking.
Iâm not sure how much time passed, but when I glanced back to the bar for the fifth time, I spotted him again. Once he noticed me noticing him, he quickly turned around, and I knew this was my chance.
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Blush (Reid Request)
Request: Post prison Reid goes to his shy girlfriendâs house and finds a sex toy in her sock drawer, and Spencer confronts her for it because she would never usually own something like that. And it gets smutty. I just thought it would have been funny. A/N: You said funny, but other horny folks and I said rough sex. So, I hope you still enjoy it! Also, soft moment at the end because I am a sucker for aftercare. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader ⨠Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+ ONLY) Content Warning: penetrative sex, oral sex (female receiving), sex toy (vibrator, female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, Dom/Sub dynamic, jealousy, unprotected sex/creampie, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, soft degradation, brief aftercare scene included Word Count: 6.1k
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The worst part about my job wasnât the late nights â you get used to those pretty quickly. The problem was that I never got any warning for when they were about to happen, which meant that all of my plans were tentative at best. Half the time I didnât even bother writing them down, knowing that I probably wouldnât be able to make it, anyway. Â
Luckily for me, my boyfriend was a very stubborn and persistent person, so he would usually wait up for me when we did have plans. Unfortunately for both of us, though, things had been⌠different⌠lately. It had only been a few weeks since he got out of prison and it was hard to go back to normal, to say the least. So, I figured the least I could do for the time being was to make a note of when I was supposed to see him so that he wouldnât be left waiting for me.
This is all to say that when I came home from work that night, there was no reason for me to believe there would be someone else in my apartment. And yet, as I turned the corner into my room, I was confronted with the sight of a person sitting in the dark on my bed.
âSpencer!â I squeaked, practically jumping in the air and clutching my chest.
âHey there, bunny.â Spencer cooed, tilting his head as his eyes scanned over my uniform. If I hadnât known any better, I would have thought he was looking for something on them; a sign to prove that I hadnât actually been at work. âSomeoneâs been out late.â
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