A/N: Surprise I’m not dead! I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins fic swap and got my wonderful friend babyleaf! This was my first time writing for Ralves, hope you enjoy! Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader/Luke Alvez Category: NSFW Content Warning: descriptions of penetrative and oral sex, degradation, praise Word Count: 1.4k
I’ve always loved things that come in threes.
When I was little, it was a tricycle. Too top heavy for my childhood innocence, metal bars dented from gravel flying up as I taught my body my first love, what flying felt like. I can still hear my mom’s laughter and feel my father’s arms wrapping around my stomach and pulling me back, keeping me from the expanse of the asphalt. My first love was brought to me in threes.
As I got older, it was clover leaves. I loved finding four leaf clovers, but there was something particularly enthralling about being surrounded in a sea of trios, green triplets cushioning my toes. I would pick them and bring them to my mother, and she’d chastise me, reminding me that only the four-leafed plants held the luck she thought I was searching for. But it wasn’t luck I wanted, it was company.
As an adult, I found threes everywhere. Primary colors. The hands on ticking clocks. Suits, trilogies, stoplights, blind mice, guitar chords, and love. I noticed three in everything, made it a point to learn three in every language a search engine could give me.
When I met Luke Alvez, I thought my trilogy of findings was over. I had found my duo. I had learned what two fingers felt like, how they learned my body and carved their ownership into my muscles. Felt his lips pressing constellations into my shoulder blades, his two hands caressing my chest and dragging up to tilt my head to the side, moving to capture me in a much too short kiss. His touch left twos all over my skin, all over my body. When I met Luke Alvez, I kissed threes goodbye, leaving them behind for a lifetime of duologies.
Luke and I developed a routine over the next two years, of loving and loving. I memorized what he felt like inside me, memorized his kisses, memorized him in every conceivable way. I looked to Luke Alvez to teach me what good meant, and he taught me what it felt like, too. He was my ethos, balancing me between vigilance and passion. He kept me from my fire and kept me in my ice.
When I met Spencer Reid, everything changed. From the moment I saw him, my love of threes came back in waves. His curls fall down, each ringlet in three turns. His speeches, all three points to be made. Every handshake with three squeezes, every laugh with three crescendos. I never thought threes would be mine again, until I saw the look in Spencer Reid’s eyes when he looked at my Luke, and Luke looked at him the same way.
When I met Spencer Reid, I knew then and there my duo would soon become a trio. There was no way around the way he and I, he and Luke, and Luke and I all looked at each other. Luke came home that day, puppy like and swooning, talking Roxie’s ears off about his new coworker. I couldn’t blame, after all I did, and do, feel the same way about our new object of affection. I was just a bit better at hiding it than Luke. How Spencer and his brain didn’t piece it together sooner, I’ll never know.
Luke had confessed over coffee, sputtered words and burnt tongue spilling every secret to Dr. Reid. I never thought I’d see the doctor turn so red, but I soon found out he could turn me redder than that still.
Spencer Reid taught me the meaning of trilogy, of three, of us. Luke and I thought the duo was the ending, that the two of us had achieved something unlike anything gifted to humankind before. We were proven incredibly wrong the moment Spencer Walter Reid stepped into our life. The power of three was something I had never considered before I felt his love, his prowess, his consideration.
I memorized Spencer, too. The way his hands felt around my shoulders, pinning me back against him with his writhing hands making their way down my body. I memorized his teeth biting at the flesh between my neck and shoulder, the sound of his belt sliding from belt loops, memorized the way he made the hairs on my neck rise with the simplest whispers in my ears. Beyond that, I memorized the way he kept me calm. The way the brushes of his fingertips assuaged my beating heart, his careful ranting filling empty longing spaces between Luke and I’s silent words. He was our logos, our life’s reason and animus. He kept us bound but bated and every bit of him is in our grasp.
That wasn’t the only way he kept us bound, no, the man was deft and practiced with silken rope. Nothing burns in my memory quite so much as the memory of tied hands behind backs and fatigued knees from sitting in front of him, head craned to stare up at his chiseled physique. He’d trace my jawline, pry my mouth open, let his fingers take up precious real estate in my throat.
“What a beautiful, disgusting thing you are. Opened up for me, hm?” He’d mock me, nothing but love behind his eyes as I stared, nodding.
“All for you,” I’d whisper, choking on his hand in my mouth, my words wrapping around him. He always understood the sentiment. Luke would come around then, sliding my shirt off my shoulders long enough to bite his ownership into me.
“Pretty girl,” he’d say, rough hands smoothing up over my chest, reaching up to unbutton Spencer’s slacks and pushing my head forward to take him into my mouth. I remember looking up through shortened eyelashes and seeing his head thrown back in glory and Luke muttering, “Oh, good girl.” He always could sing my praises. That was something else I’d memorize too, the ecstasy loving them provides.
Spencer would pull me up then, fist in my hair and throw me onto our bed, snarling, “Oh, I’m not done with you yet. He may be nice to you, but I won’t be, not yet. You’ve got to earn it.” My face pushed down into the bed, his hand against my back and Luke’s hands running up my legs to trace at my heat, Spencer had pushed into me, moaning something unintelligible for the first time in his life.
He’d use me, thrust into me with a fistful of hair pulling my head up just enough to wrap around Luke, who would caress my face and tell me how good I was being, how sweet and patient. It would only be so long before Spencer would fill me with his warmth, falling over me and pressing kisses to my back, muttering his own praises in languages and feelings I would never understand. Luke would follow soon after, wiping my mouth and giving his own kisses to the corners of my mouth, copying Spencer’s lilted praises.
It’s all of these things that I leave memorized, imprinted, in stone in my mind. It’s now that I understand my place among the trilogy, the pathos of us all. My passion, my love, my desire. It turns out that, after all, I do still love in threes. Luke, Spencer, myself. The trio of a lifetime, of a long while, of our little piece of infinity.
Summary: based on the song “this is how you fall in love” by jeremy zucker and a cute tiktok i watched of a first look at a couple’s wedding.
A/N: i haven’t written in a while, so i’ve given you a small blurb to kind of rekick my motivation. also i wrote this almost entirely for my pal who has a thing for marriage.
Couple: Spencer Reid/Reader
Category: SFW fluff.
Content Warning: None!
Word Count: 547
The aisle in front of me is littered in crushed and fluttering petals, the little girl responsible for them skipping towards the altar. I see myself in her, watch my childlike innocence and perception of love make my path down the aisle. When you’re little, love just means, ‘who will hold my hand on the playground when we play tag?’ and I can’t help but think that’s not much different from what love means to me now. It’s less playground and more life, but I know now all I want is someone to be there. Whether it’s during the formation of love or the expression of it, Spencer is the one I want by my side. I can’t make myself look up though, not yet, gaze fixated on my shoes. Will Spencer be excited, grinning from ear to ear? Did someone fix his hair, or is it curling over his collar? Will he cry? Oh, I hope he doesn’t cry. If he cries, I’ll cry and both of us will look ridiculous.
When he asked me to marry him, we were in his living room. He had been fidgety all day, keeping his hands in his pockets the whole day. We had laid out a blanket and pillows to have a movie night, my one request for our date night.
He couldn’t get comfortable, and finally I turned and asked, “What is up with you today?” and when I turned, there was a little back velvet box in his hand.
“Is that…?” I had asked.
He nodded, tears welling up. “Will you marry me?” Of course I said yes, and now here we are, my hands fiddling with my engagement ring around my bouquet, and I get the nerve to look up at him.
He’s not crying now, at least from what I can see at the beginning of the aisle, but when he meets my eyes, I feel everything from the last few years in his eyes. Clutching my arm, Hotch gives me a look that says, Are you ready? I nod as we start to walk down the aisle to him, and I mouth “I love you” to him, and he says it out loud, over the music and our family and friends burst out into joyous laughter. I remember then that Spencer and I are not alone, and grin sheepishly up at Hotch.
“It’s okay.” He whispers. “This is about you, not us.” I settle back down, meeting Spencer’s eyes yet again. He’s starting to mist up, and I shake my head and mouth, Don’t cry! and he laughs. I see the smile crinkle the skin beside his eyes, and I feel tears coming to mine too.
We reach the end of the aisle, and Spencer reaches out a hand for me. We’ve never been one for tradition. Hotch smiles, and hands me away, and I take my place in front of Spencer.
“Hi.” He whispers.
“Hi.” I giggle back, seeing stars and life and love and everything in the eyes of the man before me. I squeeze his hands not once, but three times. I love you.
And that is how you fell in love, and this is how you fall in love, and this will be how we fall in love forever.
If i see one more spencer reid x reader in the jj x reader or emily x reader tag I am reporting all of you mfs idec anymore. If I wanted to read them I would search for that but y'all are disrespectful asf
Summary: Reader has waited so long for his wedding night. Especially because Spencer has not had him since the date was announced
Relationship:Spencer Reid x Trans Man! Reader
WC: 1K
A/N: Hi my loves! I write this fic in a culmination of two days and I love it!! I need this in my life.
CW:Mild Breeding Kink, NSFW, Mild possessiveness/ownership (“My husband” is said multiple times), and use of the term “sweet boy." Reader has no specification of a chest or not, but AMAB and AFAB terms are used to describe their body.
NSFW 18+ ONLY
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“I have always wanted someone to call my own,” he said softly, his knuckles brushing against the bridge of my nose, across my bottom lips, over my cheek. It was all places that he already had memorized ‐ every divot and curve and line already been touched by his hands twofold. This was … different through. Far better than every other time. “For some time, I was sure that I’d be fine with anyone. I can see now how wrong I was, my sweet boy.”
Spencer’s hands slid down my shoulders, moving to trace down my torso. I was burning. Spencer must be on fire considering how every touch of him to me scorched my skin in the best of ways. I knew that after tonight, I would never know anything but his hands on me. My husband placed a soft kiss on my hip bone, his warm eyes honeyed in the candlelight. “Anyone but you as mine ‐ my husband ‐ would be so wrong.”
The kiss turned into kisses as Spencer trails down the dip where my leg connects to my torso. He has long taken off my boxers, and every other piece of pesky cloth that could hide me from his eyes. I don’t feel the need to hide from him, though, I never have. Spencer is the first person I have ever wanted to see me. My loving husband, though, is still fully clothed in the tux that we had married in. Spencer uses two of his fingers to spread me open and licks up me. If I have any brain cells left, I would complain to him about soiling his tux, but Spencer gave me no time as he eagerly licked into me. I had asked him to let his scruff grow a bit for our wedding night, and it tickled at my skin and my thighs. Spencer’s lips wrapped around me and I could not stop the whine that fell from my lips. His fingers found his way into me and he set a mind melting pace.
“My husband has such a pretty little cock,” Spencer muses. He takes me back into his mouth, and no one could have prepared me for the way he hollowed his cheeks and sucked. My husband must have hidden this - this talent for a reason; if he had ever done this before our wedding day, I would have never made it to the altar. I would have been fucking him too insatiably. I was in love with the way he groaned around me as his tongue rolled around me, his fingers arching into that spot inside of me and I melted. Pleasure practically oozed from every bit of me. My hips rocked against Spencer’s hands and his mouth as I came. With a soft groan, my husband pulled away from my cunt. He smiled at me, one of the smiles that I had first fallen in love with - bashful, kind, and full of so much love.
When I looked at the man in front of me, changed by so much but still imbued with the same kindness, I knew that I could never have picked a better man to wed.
My slick covered his stubbled chin, “You fit so perfectly in my mouth.”
A noise fell from me and I laced my hands through his hair to pull him up to me, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips. One of Spencer’s hands came to rest on my jaw, some of my own wetness dragged across my skin. His other hand made quick work of his tie and shrugged off his jacket.
I don’t think Spencer had ever gotten undressed so fast. His button-up shirt and pants were gone before I could even register that he was lining himself up to me.
His kisses trailed down my lips to my jaw and then to the side of my neck. My hands came to push at his shoulders. Spencer whined at being dragged away from the ability to kiss my skin, a pout forming over his lips.
“I have a wedding present for you, my love. Wait just a moment.”
Spencer shook his head, “A present? Baby, you’ve already given me the ability to hold my entire world in my arms, forever. What more could I ever ask for?”
I pressed a kiss to his cheek, my lips resting by his ear as I whispered the next few words. There was no one else who could hear them, but I wanted to make sure they were his and only his to have. “What about being a dad?”
My husband’s eyes widened. “But - you’re on birth control?”
I shook my head at him, a smile swept over his face. “I stopped after you said you weren’t going to have me again until our wedding night. I wanted to surprise you.”
He nodded at me quickly, already realigning himself and pushing his hips as he muttered, “Let’s make a baby.” One of my husband’s hands came to rest on my stomach while the other grabbed the back of my thigh, pushing it up so that he could bury himself deeper into me.
He moved his face to try and kiss me, but our lips only hastily connected before the pace he set left me nothing but a moaning mess. I was so glad that he made me wait because the feeling of him inside of me again as my husband was perfect in ways I could never have imagined. Every cell in my body sang with joy as I came to my second orgasm of the night, Spencer’s adept fingers then bringing me into a third.
His hips came still against mine. Spencer’s forehead pressed to mine as a broken whine fell from his lips. Warmth flooded my tummy, and some of his cum dripped between my thighs. Spencer went to pull away but I grabbed him.
“Could we just stay like this..? I don’t know If I’m ready for it to end.”
“Of course. But, sweet boy, you are mine. Now and forever, it is never going to end. I may not be here every time you awaken or every time you sleep, but I meant what I said in my vows,” his hand brushed some of my hair from sticking to my face, “Till death do us part, and I don’t even think I will leave you then. I would break every law of the universe to stay with you.”
I smiled sweetly at him and pressed a kiss to his nose.
It should have been obvious to me. He would always stay here with me, even just in spirit. After all, I was his husband.
Please consider liking, reblogging, or commenting on the fic if you are on the taglist. Otherwise, you are essentially asking me to take an extra step to include you while offering me absolutely NOTHING in exchange, which is a pretty shitty feeling. (thank you to the amazing pom over at @/imagining-in-the-margins for letting me steal this bit from her)
Relationship: Sugar Daddy! Spencer Reid x GN!AFAB! Reader
Warnings: Mentions/Fears of Death, Thigh Riding, Mentions of Casework, Penetrative Sex
A/N: When I wrote this chapter, I was struggling with not only continuing to write but also if writing a GN reader was for me. Oftentimes I would just find myself making Bee more NB than GN and then othertimes, I felt like people would only read this and get the feeling like Bee is a girl. In reality, I write Bee as someone who just exists and that’s cool. You can see them however you want :]
“Idiot!” Y/N hissed at Spencer. They were livid. Y/N’s face was bright red and their hands were balled into fists at their side. “Do you know what I thought when I got the call from you and then you just stopped responding to the paramedics? I thought you were dead!”
Spencer sighed, raising a hand to press against Y/N’s cheek. They leaned into his palm. “I’m sorry,” Spencer said softly.
Y/N’s hand pressed against his. “I know you are. It’s not your fault. You just gotta be a hero, huh?”
Spencer nodded with a soft smile on his lips. Y/N’s rolled their eyes and flicked Spencer’s forehead; Spencer fake winced. “Well, next time don’t end up with bruised ribs, burns and ear damage, okay? My face is too pretty to be marred by stress from worrying about you!”
“You forgot a concussion.” Y/N glared at him like hellfire. “Alright, alright. I’ll be more careful. Now, I would really like a kiss, please.”
They pouted at him and shifted closer till Spencer could press a kiss against their lips. Spencer’s hands trailed down their shoulders to wrap tightly around their waist. Y/N sighed into the kiss as Spencer pulled them into his lap.
The two were now at Spencer’s apartment, with Spencer sitting on his bed while Y/N stood between his thighs. Y/N had shown up as fast as they could after work.
“Spencer,” Y/N sighed contentedly as his lips pressed warm kisses to the column of their throat, “You’re hurt.”
“I don’t care,” Spencer stated while dancing his fingers under Y/N’s shirt to pull it over their head. Spencer noticed something as his hands trail down their form; yes, he had spotted the scar before, but he hadn’t realized how obvious it was. He didn’t pay any attention to it, there was no reason to ask and make them feel uncomfortable.
Y/N’s eyes fluttered to a close as they gave in to the brush of Spencer’s lips against their neck and his hands palming down their thighs. Their fingers laced into his hair before they huffed out a sigh, pulling away. “You’re hurt,” they mumble.
Spencer hummed. He buried his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck, “I want to be close to you, pain is manageable.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, pleasure is commonly known to cancel out pain.”
Y/N cheekily smiled at him. “Let’s get rid of your pain then, yeah?”
Spencer pulled them from their feet, not into his lap, but onto his thigh. He placed a kiss to their lips: deep, but gentle and soft.
Someone, not privy to what their relationship was, might have called it a loving kiss.
Y/N broke from the kiss to press their lips against Spencer’s neck. Licking and sucking, they nibbled against his jaw. As if they could try to make Spencer ignore the way their legs and hips slowly shifted on his thigh.
His hands stoked through Y/N’s hair before tapping on the upside of their thigh, “What are you doing?”
They pulled away to look at him and Spencer smiled as he watched them internally panic. “I- I’m just kissing you.”
“Are you sure?” his fingers moved up their thigh as if they were walking. Y/N quickly nodded, eliciting Spencer to laugh. “If you want to ride my thigh, you just have to ask.”
Y/N swallowed before looking up at Spencer through their lashes. His breath caught in his throat at how doe eyed and innocent they looked.
“May I please ride your thigh, daddy?”
Spencer smiled sweetly at them, lust running through his veins like burning lava, “Of course, I just have one little question first. Okay, angel?” Y/N nodded and Spencer continued. “I was wondering how you’d feel about being called something gendered, like, princess?”
When Y/N tensed and Spencer knew he’d asked the wrong question.
“Shit. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It wasn’t my intention, I-”
“Spencer,” Y/N interrupted all sugary and soft, cutting him off as they gently placed their hands on his cheeks, “I freeze when I think, sometimes. It’s okay, take a deep breath for me?”
He nodded and followed Y/N in a few exaggerated breaths. “You were in a traumatizing event, it’s okay if you need some time. Tell me, what do you need?”
“Actually, other people have been in worse situations. I have been in worse situations. Really, I’m fine.”
“SSA Doctor Spencer Reid, look at me.” Y/N’s voice was on the verge of frustration as they lightly tapped Spencer’s cheeks with the pads of their fingers. “Your hurt is real, don’t brush it off. You’re not fine and that’s okay. On Sunday, you took care of me, no questions asked. Please, let me help you. You can’t be the only one with a hero complex, you know?”
Spencer laughed at that, knowing that there were tears on the edge of his eyes. “First, you didn’t have to use my full title. Second, I do not have a hero complex.”
“If you say so, babe. Now. You still haven’t answered my question.”
“You haven’t answered mine!” Spencer shot back. His hands rested on Y/N’s waist and rubbed circles into their skin.
“Ok. No, I would not mind being called princess. That’s it though. Anything else gendered would make me uncomfy.” Y/N’s pinkies ran underneath Spencer’s jawline and their thumbs traced the curve of his cheek. Their hands were only a little cold, but still left Spencer’s face and cheeks warm.
“Plenty of people like to be called princess. One of my guy friends told me that they used to like being called princess. It doesn’t feel like being misgendered, despite its feminine suffix,” Y/N continued. “Thank you for asking me if I would be comfortable, it means a lot.”
Spencer leaned back, using his grip on Y/N’s waist to pull them with him. They both flopped on the bed with Y/N’s head moving to lay on his chest. His hands and arms wrapped tighter around their waist. “This. I need this.”
Y/N rolled off of Spencer. He watched as they kicked off their shoes and shucked off their pants onto the floor. Instead of moving back to their place on Spencer’s chest, they moved to the top of the bed and slid under the cover.
They tapped their hands on the space beside them and Spencer wasted no time clambering next to Y/N. They pulled at each other till they were chest to chest and their noses were brushing.
Spencer pushed forward, his hands moving to their hair as he kissed them. Y/N hummed into the kiss as they tried to move closer, hands inching along to glide across Spencer’s back and sides. It was not frantic, like it was before - if that could even be called frantic - but it was different. It was softer and something intangible had shifted, but not changed. No. Everything was still the same.
Somehow, Spencer found himself wishing something had changed. That the murmurs of words that he pressed into Y/N were more than just a sound, frequency or vibration. His hands were pulling off Y/N’s pants and he was wondering if it would be easier to end the two of them right now or let himself succumb to an emotion that was notwelcomed,despite how much he wanted it to be, and get hurt in the long run.
He made his decision by pulling Y/N impossibly closer with his hands. Spencer pressed his thigh up as Y/N ground down on it, their hips shifting as they chased their pleasure. He nuzzled his head into the place where their shoulder met their neck, he nipped and kissed at the skin there, listening to the sounds flowing from Y/N’s lips.
Spencer sucked at the base of their neck while Y/N rode his thigh faster. Their breathing was harsher and Spencer could tell they were on the verge of release.
“Look at you, you’re being so good for daddy right now.”
Thus, with his praising words, Y/N’s eyes fell shut and their mouth opened in a soundless moan as they came, hips stilling on Spencer’s leg. Spencer then used his leg to pry their thighs open enough to slide his hand into the front of their underwear, using two fingers between their folds to gather some of their wetness. He brought the fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, muttering softly, “Delicious.”
Y/N watched him with parted lips and hazy eyes. Spencer pressed a quick kiss to the tip of Y/N’s nose and then their lips, before shifting the two of them so that his back was against the wall and Y/N’s legs were on either side of him. He pushed his hands from the side of Y/N’s leg by their knee all the way to their hips to pull down their underwear.
“Not fair,” Y/N pouted while messing with the buttons on Spencer’s shirt. “I’m all naked and you’re completely dressed.”
He hummed offhandedly, “Do you want to undress me?”
Y/N nodded, “Yes please, daddy.”
“Okay baby, go ahead.”
Y/N’s fingers nimbly unbuttoned his shirt to place their hands on his chest, then pushed his shirt off of his shoulders. He did the rest by pulling it off his arms and tossing it to the side; Y/N used that time to pull down his pants, not all the way though, they both now had the urgency to get back to being close together.
Y/N ground softly onto Spencer’s dick as he ran the head of it through their folds, gathering the wetness that had accumulated there. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his neck to hold his hair as Spencer slowly buried himself into Y/N. Their chests were pressed together, bringing them closer, both physically and emotionally.
It felt so good to be cared for, Spencer noted. Even if the person caring for you didn’t feel the same way. For Spencer, being with Y/N was enough: holding them, kissing them, taking them on lavish dates. That reminded him, he should take them somewhere tonight if it was not too late, of course. It was only a fleeting thought, before he didn’t really think anymore.
If he did think, beyond praises for Y/N, it would be a choir and echo of ‘I think love you.’
“So good for me, princess,” he breathed out as his pace picked up, Spencer’s hands practically slamming Y/N down onto him. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you. I kind of wish I didn’t, it would be so much easier to not.’
Spencer couldn’t bear to hear Y/N’s voice, not when a fake version of it in his mind was saying that they loved him too. So, he took two of his fingers and tapped them against Y/N’s lips.
“Suck,” Spencer ordered, groaning when they opened their mouth to do so greedily.
Spencer’s index and middle fingers drew in and out of their mouth while the others wrapped around the hollow of their cheek and their chin. It was much easier to make the sight of Y/N so erotic than to let this, whatever this was, be an almost romantic memory.
He pulled his fingers from their mouth to rub their clit, not stopping his almost, if not only mentally, loving pace. They weren’t fucking, but they weren’t making love either, it was a mix between the two that Spencer liked more than he’d ever admit.
Y/N was looking at him with such glistening eyes and he felt his heart flutter. Spencer’s only intent was to make them feel good, so he thrusted up into Y/N a little bit faster, while bringing their hips down a little harsher.
Y/N couldn’t help but release a few moans, throwing their head back as their pleasure grew unbearably strongly.
“Come for me, baby.”
Y/N’s body obeyed and came a few seconds before Spencer did, but he ignored his own pleasure to the best of his ability to help Y/N ride their wave. Their body went limp on Spencer and he pressed a kiss near their hairline. Y/N came back to life with an airy and carefree giggle; it was so sweet that Spencer almost forgot his woes.
“Mmm,” Y/N hummed as their cheek pressed against Spencer’s shoulder, “I forgot it could be like that.”
Spencer crooked his neck the best he could to look at them. “Like what?”
They shrugged flippantly; Spencer could tell that there was something they were not saying, but let it slide. After all, he wouldn’t want them to question him about anything.
“Hey,” Spencer said softly after a few minutes of cuddling like they were, him still buried inside of Y/N. “Let’s go out to eat.”
Y/N pulled back to look at him with a confused expression. “It’s too late to get a reservation and I’m not in the mood for fast food or delivery.”
“I know someone who can get us a reservation at say…” Spencer paused to look at his bedside clock; it was currently six fifty-six, “… Ten?”
“That’s enough time for me to get home and get all dolled up,” Y/N noted.
Spencer nodded, “Enough time for me to call in my favor and get us our reservation, too.”
Y/N smiled widely, “I should move and clean up then.”
He shook his head. Spencer would never make someone clean themselves up after sex, it was in the general moral conduct not to! “Please,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on Y/N’s forehead, “Let me.”
“Anything for you,” Y/N sighed dramatically.
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“Hey, Pen.” Spencer said as the phone picked up.
“Hello, hello, my love. To what do I owe this call from my favorite G-Man?” Garcia replied, as bubbly as ever.
“I’d like to cash in a favor, if possible.”
“Honey, I’m a miracle worker. With me, anything is possible. Now, spit it out! Full story or whatever you want is no bueno.”
Spencer sighed into the phone receiver. “I told you about the person I’m in a relationship with, right? Well, I’m taking them to dinner tonight and was wondering if you could hack into a restaurant and out my last name down for a reservation at ten?”
“Pshhh, easy peasy lemon squeezy, babe. First. I want every detail. Momma doesn’t work for free, you know?” Penelope knew how to get her way and Spencer could never lie to someone who had worked around profilers. She wasn’t a trained one, but needed a good eye on the computers to decide if a guy fit the profile or not.
His free hand moved around his shirts in his wardrobe to find the right one. “They happen to be the first responder I called on Tuesday. That doesn’t matter though, they’re more than some random person that texted me or someone that I’ve gone on a few dates with. I’m in love with them and it’s fucking scary.”
Penelope hummed on the line, “Tell them how you feel, it’ll hurt you if you get rejected, but in the long run…”
“No!” he interrupted, “I can’t. I don’t care that it hurts me that Y/N could never feel the same way, I want to make us last, so that I can love them longer.”
“It seems as though I can’t help you with advice then. I can get you your reservation, though.”
“Thanks Garcia, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
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Y/N decided that they wanted to drive themself to the restaurant and back, instead of Spencer picking them up and dropping them off. That was fine with Spencer because he was planning on using the metro anyway.
Except for that when he was just about to enter the subway he paused and turned around. Guess his subconscious wanted him to drive, then.
Spencer showed up first, having already left for the subway early just in case. Luckily his hacked reservation went through and he was able to get seated, hassle free. When the hostess tried to seat him at a table where Y/N would be across from him, he politely asked to be seated at a booth, which led him to be met with a raised eyebrow and a ‘Follow me, then, sir.’
After that he could do nothing but wait till Y/N were to show up. He took that time to scan over the menu, two times - if two was the equivalent of thirty, of course.
Eventually, Y/N was being led by the hostess to the table, who then said that the waiter would be there soon.
“Hey, hey,” Y/N grinned while sliding in next to Spencer. Their hands quickly laced together as Spencer took a moment to admire what they were wearing. Their hair was styled perfectly and they were dressed to the nines. The light glinting off of their nails showed that they had put on shiny clear nail polish with the pinkies being a dark, wine red that matched their outfit.
“Red looks nice on you,” he mused in lieu of a greeting.
Y/N grinned at him with a soft ‘thank you’ before looking at their menu. They glanced through it, tongue between their lips as they decided. Spencer was waiting for them to choose what they wanted to eat before picking the wine, that way it would fit with whatever they both decided on.
When the waiter came over, Spencer asked Y/N what they were having. Their dish paired best with a white wine, which was lucky considering that was what Spencer’s also best paired with.
Just as the two were getting ready to place their main dishes, Spencer’s work phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out and was rewarded with a call from Emily, likely about an emergency case or so. The phone was brought to his ear and he listened to Emily, shooting a look to Y/N that screamed “sorry.”
Y/N deflated as Spencer pulled the phone away. “Guess we’ll have to postpone?”
Spencer nodded, “I’m so sorry, you can still stay here and eat, I—”
“No! Only sad weirdos have their dates leave them and then eat alone,” Y/N pouts, arms crossing their chest. “We’ll both leave at the same time, make it look like it was our idea?”
His brows furrowed, “Our idea?” Y/N moved closer to Spencer and slid their legs over Spencer’s lap, their hands traveled across his chest and shoulders. “Oh,” Spencer breathed.
Their lips connected in a hasty kiss that was not entirely for show. Spencer chuckled, “You’re insatiable!”
Spencer and Y/N walked out of the restraint with Spencer’s arm curled around Y/N’s waist, pulling them close. The two ignored the baffled states of the staff.
They parted for their own vehicles with a kiss, Spencer opting to drive to Quantico.
Emily had briefly talked about the case. Six victims, evolving MO, with nothing but victim and crime scene profiling for evidence.
Apparently, the only reason they weren’t connected beforehand was the different victims. One would be a pair of women, differing ages, both white. While the next pair would be a non-binary individual and a man, different in both race and age.
The only thing making them done by the same unsub was the single black feather left behind by the perp.
It was, to say the least, peculiar.
Even more so once there was digging done behind the pairs.
To Spencer, this all seemed too familiar.
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Summary: Spencer didn’t visit your store for weeks because of the caseload. When he comes into the bookstore this time, he leaves with more than just books.
The little bell at the door of your bookstore chimes, indicating a new costumer. Putting away new books, you cheerfully say without looking at the door: “Welcome, let me now if you need anything.”
At the clearing of a throat you look towards the door and your eyes fall on Spencer. Your eyes widen, mouth falling open, clearly speechless. You hadn’t seen the genius for weeks. He usually came in every time he’d finished a case.
Shaking yourself free from the shock, you walk closer to him. “Hi, Spence. It’s been a while. I was starting to think you’d found a new bookstore.” You shoot him a teasing smile.
“I could never,” he chuckles, “I’ve had a lot of cases following up on one another.”
You grimaced understandingly. “That must’ve been a lot to deal with.”
He nods and you see his body take in your whole body. You were wearing a light summer dress with some white sneakers and your hair loosely fell over your shoulders.
“I’ve kept some books aside that I think you might like. They’re behind the counter, at the usual place. Do you want some coffee while you browse through them?”
“Yes, I would love some coffee,” he answers you.
You see his shoulders relax when he walks behind the counter and puts the books on the counter. You loved seeing him unwind in your bookstore. Usually, he’s browse through the rows of books and slowly his shoulders would relax and an easy smile would paint his lips. You always offered him a cup of coffee after ringing up his books and you’d talk. You’d talk about simple things or his most recent case or a terrible costumer.
“Here you go,” you whisper while setting his cup down in front of him.
“Thank you,” he answers while keeping his eyes on the tower of books he’d put on the counter.
“See anything you might take home with you,” you cheekily say while sipping your coffee. Your eyes take him in while he carefully assesses every book.
“I might,” he says while fiercely meeting your eyes like he was talking about more than just the books.
He clears his throat and redirects his focus back to his books. You feel your cheeks heat up at the implication that might’ve been hidden in his words.
You decide to distract yourself by putting the newly delivered books on the right shelve.
“I think I’ll take them all,” Spencer’s voice suddenly comes from beside you.
You jump a little and meet his eyes. They’re crinkled at the edge and amusement shines in them.
“Spence, you scared me.”
Spencer laughs aloud and it’s the most beautiful laugh you’ve ever heard. You’re mesmerised. Shaking your head as to clear the fog created by his laugh, you walk towards the register.
“You making up for lost time by buying everything?”
“Maybe or maybe all of your picks were what I was looking for,” he winked. He actually winked.
Spencer had never been this bold before.
“You’re getting cheeky, Dr. Reid,” you responded.
Blush danced over his cheeks.
“Do you want to go to dinner tonight?” he blurted out in one breath. The pink spreading even more.
You felt your own cheeks heat up. “I would love to, Spence,” you answer him.
(Credits: Pictures found on Google / Title Background, font and template from PicsArts)
Title: Not Beautiful Summary: Spencer invited you to have dinner with his team. He sees a vulnerable side of yours. Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Squares filled: Follower Prompt for Make Me Feel Bingo of @girl-next-door-writes // Family Dinner for @anyfandomfluffbingo // “You need therapy” for @anyfandomangstbingo // Strip Tease for @anyfandomkinkbingo // Warnings:Rated for Everyone. Body Dysmorphia, striptease, anxiety, implied smut, Word Count:1486 Request
A/N: This was a request from @castiels-majestic-wings. I’m very sorry for the delay, I hope you liked it. I did my best to suit your request. Please bare with me is the first time writing for Spencer Reid.
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“Next Friday Rossi’s hosting a dinner in his house. Would you like to come? Rossi insisted” You were re-reading the text message Spencer sent you the past weekend. You didn’t want to go, to be honest. Your mindset wasn’t at its best, you were struggling with your body image, but still, you accepted. You didn’t want to disappoint Spencer.
Warnings: criminal minds level violence, mention of past teacher/student relationship
word count: ~1800
When you open your eyes, you are struck by how dark it is. After you moved to DC, it took a while for you to grow accustomed to not having complete darkness. Even in your apartment at night, light still filters in through the curtains.
“Our unsub could definitely be a woman. I mean, mad woman, the Man? Those are some pretty obvious clues.” Emily threw the idea out as soon as Reid was done listing titles.
Things continued on like that for the next few months. You and Spencer would go on dates whenever he wasn’t on a case. When he was away, you would call each other every night you could. To say you were happier than you’ve ever been would be an understatement.
Chapter 8 of In Breakable Heaven! Two chapters in a day because I was on a roll! :)
Summary: A little friendly competition between our secret couple.
Warnings: implied smut
Word count: ~2600
How did I get myself into this mess? You kept thinking the same thought over and over again. A few days ago, Morgan got you’re competitive side to flare up and now you are royally screwed. The team wanted to unwind after the case that so rudely interrupted you and Spencer’s date, but Spencer just wanted to see you. They still don’t know about your relationship though. You’ve actually got a bet going on who will figure it out first, but that’s beside the point. The two of you constructed a plan to get Penelope to invite you along with her to the teams bar outing. If you had known it would lead you here, maybe you would have just met Spencer at his apartment afterwards.
“There’s something I haven’t been completely honest about.” You blurted out taking a break from cleaning. It had been a few months since Halloween, and you and Spencer have hung out whenever possible, but never calling anything a date. You had both gotten pretty busy with the holidays, but still made time. He is basically your best friend, but you want more than that. You just aren’t sure he feels the same way.
Spencer turned from where he was reading on the couch immediately mirroring the nervous expression he could see on your face. “What is it? You know you can tell me anything. That’s what friends are for.” Ugh, friends. This is so confusing. As he walked up to you, you thought you noticed a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but you brush it off. You need to focus.
You woke up slowly, not realizing you were on the couch with another human. As usual, you tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but instead of landing on the other side of your bed you land squarely on the floor between your couch and coffee table. Spencer shifted on the couch to look down at you as the two of you burst into laughter.
“Ooh, since you’re dressed as a singer, you have to go first in karaoke. We can’t start until everyone is here though. Penelope’s rules.” Emily declares.
Pairing:Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary:After finally opening up to your therapist about why you haven’t had sex in so long, he suggests a few new exercises to help you face your fears. Category:SMUT (18+) Content:Themes and discussions of sexual trauma surrounding a painful sexual encounter, power dynamics, masturbation, dubious consent, voyeurism (unbeknownst to reader), Spencer is a perv. Word Count: 3.1k
NOTE:I feel like I haven’t posted anything in ages and I was getting really anxious about it for some reason, so I decided to cut this oneshot into two parts so that I could get something out. Plus, I know a lot of you have been pretty excited about it, so it seemed like a win! I’m not sure when Part 2 will be out, but I’ve been working on it in bits and pieces, so I hope you’ll stick around for it!
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Waiting for Doctor Reid to show up is like waiting for Christmas Day.
Only, rather than being nine years old and excited to spend the morning opening up gifts, you find yourself on the other side of things. It’s very much like you’re the parent who knows what’s going to happen, spending every second dreading the inevitable moment where your child wakes you up at the ass-crack of dawn, when really, you’d rather be sleeping.
Your hands twiddle nervously in your lap as you wait in his office, that fateful conversation from last week’s session replaying on a loop in your brain.
Pairing:Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary:After finally opening up to your therapist about why you haven’t had sex in so long, he suggests a few new exercises to help you face your fears. Category:SMUT (18+) Content:Themes and discussions of sexual trauma surrounding a painful sexual encounter, power dynamics, masturbation, dubious consent, voyeurism (unbeknownst to reader), Spencer is a perv. Word Count: 3.1k
NOTE:I feel like I haven’t posted anything in ages and I was getting really anxious about it for some reason, so I decided to cut this oneshot into two parts so that I could get something out. Plus, I know a lot of you have been pretty excited about it, so it seemed like a win! I’m not sure when Part 2 will be out, but I’ve been working on it in bits and pieces, so I hope you’ll stick around for it!
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Waiting for Doctor Reid to show up is like waiting for Christmas Day.
Only, rather than being nine years old and excited to spend the morning opening up gifts, you find yourself on the other side of things. It’s very much like you’re the parent who knows what’s going to happen, spending every second dreading the inevitable moment where your child wakes you up at the ass-crack of dawn, when really, you’d rather be sleeping.
Your hands twiddle nervously in your lap as you wait in his office, that fateful conversation from last week’s session replaying on a loop in your brain.
Pairing:Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary:After finally opening up to your therapist about why you haven’t had sex in so long, he suggests a few new exercises to help you face your fears. Category:SMUT (18+) Content:Themes and discussions of sexual trauma surrounding a painful sexual encounter, power dynamics, masturbation, dubious consent, voyeurism (unbeknownst to reader), Spencer is a perv. Word Count: 3.1k
NOTE:I feel like I haven’t posted anything in ages and I was getting really anxious about it for some reason, so I decided to cut this oneshot into two parts so that I could get something out. Plus, I know a lot of you have been pretty excited about it, so it seemed like a win! I’m not sure when Part 2 will be out, but I’ve been working on it in bits and pieces, so I hope you’ll stick around for it!
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Waiting for Doctor Reid to show up is like waiting for Christmas Day.
Only, rather than being nine years old and excited to spend the morning opening up gifts, you find yourself on the other side of things. It’s very much like you’re the parent who knows what’s going to happen, spending every second dreading the inevitable moment where your child wakes you up at the ass-crack of dawn, when really, you’d rather be sleeping.
Your hands twiddle nervously in your lap as you wait in his office, that fateful conversation from last week’s session replaying on a loop in your brain.
“And what about your sexual relationships?”
You froze like a deer in headlights, unwilling to budge no matter how loud his horn was. Even as he asked again, your name a gentle coax on the surface of his tongue, you remained perfectly still.
“Did I… strike a nerve?” he asked.
“U—Um… I…”
“It’s important that you’re up-front about these things with me, Y/N… Of course it’s fine if you don’t feel like telling me everything right away. But if there’s something wrong, I’d like to know. That way we can at least find somewhere to start. Does that sound okay?”
“Um… Y—Yeah, I guess so…”
He asked again, and you found it extremely difficult to look him in the eye.
Or… to look at him in general.
You knew eventually you’d have to talk about your sex life, but in all honesty it was shoved deep into the back of your mind during the other sessions— You know, when you were laser-focused on literally anything else while trying not to think about how attractive you found your therapist and how fucked up that was.
Doctor Reid always made sure to speak slow and concisely, which, when combined with its smooth tone and the way he looked at you with his pensive, hypnotizing eyes, was fucking deadly. And you weren’t even going to mention his hands— the way they glided beautifully across the notepad he wrote in, or how they flexed and tapped on his knee or on his chin.
He was distracting from the get-go, which was dangerous. But now, on the topic of your sex life?
You couldn’t dare to look in his general direction.
So, with your eyes glued on your lap, you mindlessly counted the number of tiny flowers printed on your skirt and answered the best you could.
“I don’t… I don’t have frequent sexual relationships.”
You wondered if he would ask you to speak up, but he didn’t. Instead, he asked, “How frequent would you say they are?”
“Um… Well… I only ha—ad sex once.”
“Are you… embarrassed about that?”
“No.”
He paused. “That’s good. There’s no reason to be.” And after you didn’t say anything in response, he continued. “How long ago was the encounter?”
You hesitated a little longer, but he didn’t push it. Eventually, intimidated by the silence, you sighed and quickly blurted, “About a year ago.”
There was another pause, and you assumed he was writing something down. But then he asked, “And how did you find your experience?”
“I—I’m sorry?”
He cleared his throat. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I… I don’t… Why is that relevant?”
“You’re coming to me once a week for counselling because you said you’ve found yourself shying away from other people, where a year ago you were a normal adult with normal interests in socializing and being around others. Correct?”
“Yes…”
“Every session so far, we’ve gone through your upbringing, your family life, school, friends, your first jobs… All up until now. Everything is perfectly fine, and yet we still can’t seem to figure out why you’ve strayed from your habits. The only topic we haven’t discussed is your sexual and romantic relationships.”
You stayed silent, the flower pattern on your skirt suddenly becoming more like a dizzying optical illusion by the second.
Doctor Reid continued. “And judging your body language, I see that you haven’t looked me in the eye once since I brought up sex. My guess is that something happened during your first time that—”
“Look, honestly I don’t think that’s relevant to my situation, I haven’t had sex since then because I don’t want to, it has nothing to do with this.”
“It’s okay if it does,” Doctor Reid encouraged. He was gentle, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he was amused. “That’s what I’m here for.”
You glanced up at him briefly, seeing a soft smile lighting the air between you. It filters some of the embarrassment you’re feeling, and with a sigh, you adjust in the chair and look off to the side.
“No. I didn’t enjoy myself.”
“Okay. We’re getting somewhere, that’s good. Do… you want to tell me why you didn’t enjoy yourself?”
You blinked, feeling your chest tighten and your stomach churn at the memory. “It’s stupid.”
“Y/N, I promise you it isn’t… We don’t have to discuss it now if you don’t want to, but it’s not stupid.”
Thankfully he let you mull it over in the silence for a while, giving you time to gather your emotions and thoughts. And still, without looking directly at him, you began to open up.
“He hurt me… I—It wasn’t… bad or anything, like he didn’t do anything I didn’t want to… I just… I—It hurt. Really bad. Like, I don’t think I’d ever felt that kind of pain before.”
“Did he, um… Go too hard? Do you think maybe that’s why it hurt you?”
You let out the loudest breath of air, embarrassment and exasperation filling your lungs with every breath you took. “Yeah, that was part of it, but like… He was also kinda big, and it didn’t feel good going in at all… And I know it’s supposed to not feel greatat first, and I thought it would get better, but… I—It just got worse, and worse, and I felt like I was getting torn apart from the inside out, I…”
Tears were steadily streaming down your face now, your throat incredibly tight and ears pounding as you tried to find the strength to say your words.
“I… I never want to do that again.”
A box of tissues was dropped into your lap after you’d gathered yourself a bit, and you mumbled a small ‘thank you’ as you wiped your face. Doctor Reid was more than glad to let you take your time, and you were thankful.
It was also great to know that it didn’t seem like he was embarrassed for you or ready to laugh. In fact, his tone was as smooth as ever, and incredibly warm as he spoke.
“Do you think that experience had an effect on the way you socialize somehow?”
“I… Maybe. Sure, I mean… I’m at that age where the people I hang out with all want to hook up, and if we’re not trying to go home with someone, then we’re not having a good time. It’s… It’s a lot of pressure, especially when I think about the fact that people like sex… I mean, like… That was awful, and people act like it’s the end-all-be-all to enjoyment, I… I don’t know…”
“Sure… You had a bad experience, and it’s normal to retreat after experiencing that kind of pain… But it wasonly one time. You never know, maybe your partner just wasn’t the right partner for you.”
You shook your head intently. “No. No, that’s not… No.”
There was a decent pause before Doctor Reid spoke again. “I want to ask you something… And this might be a bit personal, so I’m sorry if I push any boundaries…”
He waited for you to object, but you didn’t, silently giving him the go-ahead.
“Have you ever masturbated before?”
Dear God, you wanted to throw up. “What?”
“Well, before you had sex… Did you ever… Explore what you like on your own?”
“Um… Y—Yeah, I guess so…”
“You guess so?”
You sighed. “Yes.”
“Okay… In your exploration, did you ever try anything penetrative?”
“Do I actually have to answer that?”
“Of course you don’t. If you’re uncomfortable we can move on, but… I really do think this is going to help… Trust me.”
You sighed again, looking at his face once more to see him as he always was— sincere and pensive and understanding. And then you continued.
“No… I’ve… only ever done clitoral stimulation.”
“And what about after your sexual encounter? Have you masturbated since then?”
You paused. “No.”
And then he paused. And you were pretty sure you knew exactly what he was going to tell you.
Sure enough, he said, “Before I see you next week, I want you to try masturbating again. Maybe watch some porn or read some erotica… Whatever you think will get you more comfortable with your body and your sexuality… And we’ll see where you end up.”
“Do you reallythink this is going to help me get over my… fear of sex, or whatever this is?”
He smiled softly at you, and despite the bad relationship you’ve been having with sex, it brought a low simmer to the pit of your stomach. “It’s a good start.”
It’s a good start…
“It’s a good start,” you whispered when you got home that night, right before getting under the covers and turning to the collection of porn you’d had saved over a year ago.
It worked, too.
You’d expected it to take way longer than a week to get back any sliver of libido. And it was definitely hard at first, but by the time your next session with Doctor Reid came around, you’d been masturbating regularly every day.
Though, it seems his instruction may have worked a little toowell.
Once you were comfortable with your own body again, you couldn’t stop the images of his face as they danced in beautiful flashes behind your eyelids. Scenarios were acted out in your dreams, his presence melding with yours and replacing those you’d watched and read, and it created a new sense of nervousness once you realized that you’d have to see him again in a few days…
And now that you’re here, only seconds away from the moment he’d walk through the door, your stomach twists and your heart leaps.
You almost think maybe running out the door is a good option, but then he’s waltzing through it with that seasoned swiftness that only adds to his charm and makes you even more intimidated by him.
“Good afternoon, Y/N,” he greets with a warm smile, taking the seat in front of you.
“Hi, Doctor.”
“How was your week?”
After a pause, you clear your throat, obviously not very good at hiding anything. “Fine.”
“Just fine?”
“Yep.”
He only waits for you to continue. You hate when he does that…
Because it works, getting you to talk every damn time. “Still not inclined to do anything out of my normal social routine, but I’m… better.”
“How so?”
Feeling his gaze on you makes your heart lurch. “Um… I’m more… comfortable… with my body, I guess…”
“So you took my suggestion, then?”
You can only muster a nod, words dying in the back of your throat and evaporating into nothing.
“You still seem… shy.”
“Well, I’m talking to my therapist about my masturbation habits…”
Thankfully he seems to understand, nodding with a small laugh that aims to lighten the mood and make you more comfortable around the whole situation. After all, it is only the start of your session this week, and a whole hour and a half of awkwardness wouldn’t suffice.
Even still, what he says next doesn’t ease your mind much at all.
“Do you mind elaborating a little?”
“I don’t know how much more elaboration you need,” you half-scoff, clearly defensive over your privacy— And with every right to be so, considering most of your thoughts had been about him.
“Well, let’s start with how frequent you’ve been with it.”
That you could do. “Um… about every day for the past week?” And right before I left the house…
“Good. How many times a day?”
“Once.”Twice, sometimes three…
“Okay…” He writes things down, and then pauses before asking his next question. “Have you tried any new techniques?”
“I’m sorry?”
“I mean other than clitoral stimulation.”
“No. I—I thought this was just supposed to be a start—”
“Oh! It was. I didn’t mean to frighten you, I’m sorry. I don’t expect you to be ready to have sex or anything right away— You should always be allowed to go at your own pace, I hope you understand that.”
“Right…” There’s an awkward pause, but you want things to keep moving, so just to keep him talking, you continue, “So, um… What’s the next step then?”
By the look in his eyes, you realize it was probably the wrong question—and way—to ask. Even after just explaining that you could go at your own pace, the way you spoke to him could have easily been interpreted as a newfound confidence to push forward. In your case, had it been real, it would have been falseconfidence.
But even still, a dim light bulb still shines.
“We’re going to make sure you’ve actually been doing your homework. Come with me.”
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There’s just something about you that Spencer can’t seem to understand. It’s something beautiful and alluring, and more than anything it’s incredibly wrong. Because he surely shouldn’t be taking you to a separate room in the building where they interview mental patients while others watch from behind one-way glass and take notes.
But here he is anyway, leading you into the room and trying desperately not to kiss or touch you…
“W—What do you want me to do, exactly?” you ask in that timid way of yours. It’s almost innocent, like you truly don’t understand why he’s brought you here rather than confirming your suspicions, and somehow that only makes him want you more.
“I want you to masturbate. This room is soundproof, it’s camera-free… Whatever you do in here will be completely private.”
“Why? I—Isn’t this like… This… I…”
Spencer reaches out and touches your shoulder, and when you look at him like a lost animal, he nearly crumbles to dust. “Look… It’s more than okay if you don’t want to, I understand… But I really do think this will help you. You’re completely safe here, I want you to know that.”
He’s speaking to you in that slow, collected way that always gets you to open up to him, and when you finally nod and agree to do his little assignment, he smiles, though his stomach inside is doing flips and he’s shooting off celebratory fireworks in his brain.
“What do I do when I’m done?” you ask.
He reaches into his pocket and gives you a pager. “You can page me with this. I’ll be in my office, so by the time I get to you, you should have enough time to get yourself situated. Is that okay?”
“You’re… Leaving me alone?”
The question almost knocks the wind out of him. To play it off though, he laughs a little. “What, you want me to watch?”
“That’s not what I meant! I… I just mean… Anyone could…”
“Like I said, this room is completely safe and soundproof. I’ve booked it for your session today, so no one is coming in to use it. There is a room right next door if you’d prefer I stay closer though, just in case.”
“Y—Yes, please…”
Spencer smiles and sets the pager on the other side of the room, on a small table in the corner. “Okay. Page me when you’re done, and I’ll give you a few minutes to collect yourself. Okay?”
“Okay,” you give with a nod and a small smile. Your nerves have calmed, and maybe this helps Spencer feel better about what he’s about to do, but in spite of his ulterior motives, he’s truly glad you’re making progress.
He leaves and shuts the door, locking it and making quick work of sliding into the small door next to it. After locking that one as well, he switches on the light and settles in, seeing that you’ve only just sat down on the small couch in the middle of the room.
You both lean back at about the same time, you into the couch cushions and Spencer in the spinning desk chair. It doesn’t take but a single movement of your hand down to the button of your jeans to make him hard, and now he’s determined to make you feel the same way about him that he does you.
It’s set in stone the moment you slide the denim down your legs and spread them wide, right in front of him. He watches as you take a deep breath and rub yourself through your panties, little pieces of your hesitation crumbling away by the second, and he just knows he’s going to fuck you properly.
When, he doesn’t know. But it will happen, that much he’s sure of.
In the meantime, he settles for fantasy. Spencer opens up his own pants and just loosens them enough to get his dick out, and all the while his eyes are trained solely on you.
He doesn’t start moving his hand until you slide your panties down as well, fluttering your eyes closed the moment your finger makes contact with your bare clit. In that moment, Spencer is glad for the soundproofing, because if you’d actually heard the way he groaned out just then, he would have been doomed. He spits on his hand and starts to glide it softly over himself, matching the speed of your own as it languidly explores your body.
All he can think about is how beautiful you are… He should be thinking about how wrong this is, or how you probably don’t feel the same attraction to him that he so obviously feels about you, and doing this is only making his crush worse…
Butdamn it, you’re just so captivating, he can’t stop.
And he doesn’t.
No, Spencer doesn’t even give a second thought to sighing out your name and imagining you in front of him—closer than you are now—with your head tilted up and your pretty eyes batting up at him while he fucks your throat. He mindlessly whispers praises in between low whines as his speed and pressure increases, and he’s so close to coming.
He can hold out, though. He can wait for you. In fact, he wants to wait for you. He wants to watch you come undone before he even thinks about getting there himself.
But of course, as they say, you don’t always get what you want.
It’s not like it’s his fault, though. You’re the one who’s losing yourself in a fantasy, using his name on your lips as a plea to aid you in the most intimate form of pleasure…
“Doctor Reid,” he can hear you whine as you squirm and bring yourself closer to bliss.
He can’t help it, then. His name falling off your tongue sets off the explosion that ripples through his insides. His hand falters, and he releases the most pathetic sound he’s ever made at the mercy of a sexual partner, right as he comes all over his hand. You’re calling his name again, in broken chants getting higher and higher in pitch until you’re incoherent, and he’s just a sticky, flustered mess.
He sits there and watches you reach your climax, still gently stroking his cock with a lip between his teeth. Your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth hangs open, and your legs, while still wide, are wavering and tensing. His eyes travel down to your hand as it aids you in pleasure, and he wishes more than anything that it was his.
In fact, the thought gives him an idea for your next session…
request: Hey, I’ve got a Spence request! It’s Christmas at the FBI, and the team has done Secret Santa, and you got Spencer, your best friend who you have fancied since you started at the FBI 5 years ago. You all go to Rossi’s to spend the evening and morning, so you can all drink & not drive home. After presents and a few drinks, you and Spence end up under the mistletoe where he declares his feelings in front of the whole team, who encouraged him to tell you how he feels, before you arrived to the party
a/n: i didn’t expect to write this much, it was 7 pages on google docs. i am pretty proud of this tho.
warnings: FLUFF
word count: 3.6k
You looked around at the lights and garland that had adorned the bullpen as you entered the BAU for the first time after arriving home from the case. You grinned from ear to ear like a child as you took in the sight. Spencer was right behind you, pausing to take in the sight beside you. He looked down at you, still in awe, and smiled. You looked so beautiful to him under all those shining lights, and you just looked happier than you had in recent weeks. Christmas was usually tough for you anyway, and this year was no exception. Nonetheless, you persevered. Rossi had been planning a BAU Christmas party for a little bit over a month, with the help of you and Garcia, to make it the most magical Christmas any of you had had in a pretty long time. Needless to say, getting home from the case was more exciting than it usually was.
You tugged your go bag back to your desk and plopped down in your chair, rubbing your eyes. It was around 7pm and you all were going to Rossi’s right from the office to start the festivities. Knowing you wouldn’t be driving home, you had a second go bag packed and ready in your car, along with Spencer’s since you guys had carpooled. When you started at the BAU around 5 years ago, you and Spencer instantly became best friends. Granted, it took him a long time to really break out of his shell of awkwardness, but even then he was very comfortable around you. It was something about you that really made him feel, for lack of a better word, special. Not in the way that he was typically treated for being a genius, but just for being Spencer. That’s what Spencer loved most about you- the way you admired him for just being him. Not because he was a child prodigy and not because he was a genius. He was just Spencer.
Not to mention you always let him ramble and spill facts without ever telling him to shut up, or even interrupting him. Nevertheless, you quickly became very close, especially when you learned your apartment was right down the street from his. That’s when you two started carpooling to the office together. You always stopped at the local coffee shop or Starbucks to feed your coffee addictions, and went home around the same time every night. Spencer always made sure you made it inside safe, and vice versa. The funny thing was, for as incredible as you both were at your jobs as profilers for the BAU, neither of you had the faintest idea that you were in love with each other. Everyone in the entire building knew except for you two. Even Hotch was rooting for you two to get together.
“Ready to go, Spence?” You asked, shooting him a huge grin. He grins back and nods, throwing his bag over his head like he always did. You followed him out the door and to your car and drove yourselves to Rossi’s mansion. The ride was relatively quiet, Spencer had whipped out the book he started on the plane because he absolutely had to know how it ended, and of course he could finish it before you made it to Rossi’s.
“Did you do the secret santa?” You asked, breaking the silence.
“Yeah. Did you?”
“Yep.” You smiled to yourself. You actually got Spencer, and you couldn’t have been more excited. Regardless of whether you had gotten him for secret santa, you were planning to get him a little something anyway. Actually, a few things. You wracked your brain for a few days, wondering what Dr. Spencer Reid would like that he didn’t already have. Of course, you started with a giftcard to his favorite bookstore, along with the newest edition of his favorite collection of Edgar Allen Poe stories. You also got him a giftcard to Starbucks, to make up for all the times he’d paid for your coffee, despite your protests. You made him your famous chocolate chip cookies and your favorite thing? The Halloween Christmas sweater you’d found and KNEW you had to get it for him. He never understood the point of an ugly Christmas sweater, so you figured you would get one that celebrates his favorite holiday with the edition of it celebrating Christmas. You could already see the look on his face when he opened his gifts later that night.
“Hey Spence, can you help me?” Spencer only brought a gift bag with the edition of his overnight bag, meanwhile you had a couple bags, along with two bottles of wine for Rossi and your own overnight bag. He grabbed your overnight bag and a bottle of wine and headed up to the door with you following behind, praying you didn’t slip on any ice.
You made it to the door unscathed, being greeted by Prentiss who was already a glass of wine deep.
“It’s party time!” She said upon opening the door. You and Spencer grinned and followed her inside, kicking the door shut behind you. Everyone was already there, starting on the spiked eggnog drinks without you guys.
“Hey, I told you guys to wait for us!” You whined as you set your presents underneath Rossi’s massive Christmas tree. The others looked away and took sips of their drinks, earning a small glare from you. You opted to start with a glass of white wine and escalate from there later. You took a long sip as you sat along the counter beside JJ. She held up her hands in mock defense.
“I told them they should wait but no one ever listens to me!” You giggled a little and patted JJ’s shoulder sympathetically.
“I hear you. They never listen to me either,” You said, shooting a look in Spencer’s direction in particular. As if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned around and looked at you. When he saw you were already looking at him, he raised his eyebrows in question. You shook your head and he shrugged, returning to his conversation with Morgan and Rossi. Penelope was doing peppermint vodka shots with Prentiss while Hotch watched, somewhat amused as Emily started choking on hers. You smiled as you watched your friends ease into the party so quickly after such a long case. It warmed your heart to see them relaxed.
“I don’t know, Rossi. What if it ruins our friendship?” Reid asked, his voice small. He only softened his voice like that when he was unsure of himself.
“Look, kid. I may be old, but I do have eyes. She loves you, Reid.” Rossi said.
“Trust me, Pretty Boy. Everyone here sees the way you look at each other.” Derek agreed, taking a sip of his beer.
Spencer chewed on his lip thoughtfully when he felt eyes on his back. He turned back to see you staring at him, where you began giggling with JJ. Spencer raised his eyebrows as if to ask, “Did you need me?” and you shook your head. He shrugged and turned back to Rossi, who was smirking. He shared a look with Derek and walked over to Hotch, who was now forcing Emily to drink more water.
“Like I said, trust me.” Derek said quietly as he left Spencer in the center of the kitchen to his thoughts. They were quickly interrupted as Rossi announced it was time for presents. Spencer grinned, this was what he was the most excited for. He had you for secret santa and he knew he really nailed his gift to you this year. He knew you better than anyone, and thanks to his eidetic memory, he knew everything that you had mentioned in passing were small things that you wanted. Including the necklace that you’d pointed out in the jewelry shop down the street from your apartments 8 months and 29 days ago, on your way to Starbucks. You gazed at it longingly every single time you passed by, but never could justify purchasing it for yourself.
“Alright kiddos, gather round.” Rossi said. Everyone made their way to the couches and sat as you helped to hand out presents.
“Morgan, these are yours. No one open anything until everyone has a gift!” You stared at Emily in particular, who grinned sheepishly. Hotch placed a hand on her leg and smiled at her, knowingly.
“JJ, this bag is yours. Hmm, Garcia this one is yours, Emily, Hotch,” You handed them out one by one. “Ah, here’s yours Spence.” You hauled a couple bags over, and his eyes widened at the sheer amount of stuff adorning both bags.
“Here’s yours, Rossi, and I just found mine!” You sat on the floor and crossed your legs out in front of you.
“Alright, how are we doing this?” Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do we all just open at the same time orrr…”
“No, someone can go first and each person who has the person opening goes next, makes sense?” Everyone nodded. “Rossi, you can go first since you oh so graciously hosted. And are letting us stay the night.” You added. Everyone laughed as David shook his head, quickly tearing into the bright wrapping paper. His jaw dropped slightly as he pulled out a box of cigars.
“I told you before, my dad was a cigar aficionado. I know what you like, Rossi.” Derek winked. Rossi rose and said a few words of excitement in Italian before kissing Derek on both cheeks and pulling him into a hug. He laughed and clapped Rossi on the back before returning to his seat, and digging into the gift bag in front of him.
“Alright, I see you secret santa!” Derek pulled out a Chicago Cubs baseball jersey, along with a few other baseball related things.
“I had to delve a bit more into the sports world than I’m used to, but i’m really glad you like it.” Emily smiled. He pulled her into a tight hug.
“Okay Em, you can go.” You wiggled your eyebrows as she fake glared, ripping her wrapping paper to shreds.
“Oh my God! I love it!” Prentiss held up a couple different books by her favorite author, Kurt Vonnegut. JJ grinned.
“Look deeper.” Prentiss dug deeper into the bag and pulled out a beautiful set of hand painted wine glasses.
“JJ, these are beautiful!” Prentiss gave her a hug and started taking them out of the box and passing them around to those that were drinking wine, or planned on it later. She disappeared into the kitchen to clean the glasses and fetch the wine.
“Alright JJ, it’s your turn!” You were especially eager for this one, knowing that Spencer would be coming up soon and you could finally see the look on his face. You’d had the gifts in your possession for 2 weeks and his turn could not come fast enough.
Finally, it was Spencer’s turn. You watched as he tore into the neatly wrapped gift box first. You knew he’d open that one first because it was the biggest box. He pulled the sweater out, seemingly confused at first, before it dawned on him.
“Oh my God, it’s a Halloween Christmas sweater! I love it!” He grinned and took off his blazer, revealing the tshirt beneath. He threw the sweater overtop and pulled the sleeves to his elbows, grinning with the joy of a little kid. He was so excited that he almost forgot about the other presents on the floor beside him. He finally made eye contact with you and you indicated he had other things to open. He sat back down, a slight blush crossing his cheeks as he opened the book and gift cards.
“I love everything, thank you so so much, (Y/N).” He said, the look on his face screaming genuine happiness and excitement.
“Actually, there’s one more thing.” He furrowed his eyebrows as you snuck around behind the tray, retrieving the tin of cookies you’d hidden back there, fully knowing the vulchers you called friends would find them if you put them anywhere else. Spencer’s jaw dropped.
“Are those your famous chocolate chip cookies?!” He asked, incredulous. He knew they were incredibly special to you, which is why it was so rare for you to make them. You grinned and nodded. He jumped up, threw the tin on the sofa, and pulled you into a hug. He picked you up a little, causing you to giggle uncontrollably.
“Thank you endlessly, (Y/N).” He said quietly, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. A deep blush rose to your cheeks. As you both pulled away, you noticed Spencer was blushing like crazy too.
“I guess that leaves me!” You said, noticing everyone else had opened their presents. You grinned as you dug into yours, pulling out a Starbucks gift card, a new Starbucks tumbler to replace the one you broke a few weeks back, the anniversary copy of your favorite book, (Y/F/B), and finally, a small, blue velvet box was crammed at the very bottom of the back. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and opened it with a gasp. You snapped your head up to meet Spencer, who was grinning at you sheepishly, his cheeks tinted bright pink.
“I-I knew you’ve been l-looking at that necklace for months, so….” He trailed off, breaking eye contact to stare at the floor. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “If you don’t like it I can take it back,” You stared at him in awe as tears threatened.
“Spence,” You said breathlessly, touching the necklace with a careful finger. “I love it, thank you so much.” Everyone in the room shared a look, fully knowing what was coming. You and Spencer were so busy with each other, that you didn’t notice when Rossi silently ushered the others out of the room and into the hallway to watch.
“Would you mind putting it on for me?” You asked quietly, handing Spencer the small box with a shaky hand.
“S-sure.” Spencer silently cursed his shaking hands as he fiddled with the clasp for a minute, before it clicked into place.
“Thanks.” You glanced up at the tall, lanky Doctor, when something a few feet above his head caught your eye. You gestured up at it, catching his attention.
“Mistletoe.” You said quietly. You got up on your tiptoes and placed a warm, soft kiss on his cheek, earning a blush from Spencer. A weird look came across his face when he suddenly grabbed your face, and crashed his lips into yours. You immediately melted into both Spencer and the kiss, forgetting where you were for just a moment as it was just you and him, alone together.
You pulled apart for air breathlessly, as you looked into the face of what used to be your best friend. That barrier had absolutely been shattered, but when Spencer broke out into a small, shy smile, you knew that it was meant to be that way.
“I…. I’ve been in love with you for the last 4 and a half years. It didn’t take me long at all to realize that you were the most beautiful girl in the world, but when I realized how smart, funny, and caring you were? I knew it was over for me. I didn’t say anything for the last few years because I was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” You whispered, placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, and smiled a little more.
“Losing you.”
“You’ll never lose me. Not ever.” You shook your head defiantly, and placed another kiss on his lips. This one was much quicker, but filled with all the love and words that hadn’t been spoken until just now, and any words you could ever hope to say. Your friends cheered from beside you as you buried your head in Spencer’s chest, embarrassed. There were rounds and rounds of congratulations, told you so’s, and even a few bets had apparently been placed. You glared as they exchanged money and sheepish grins. You shook your head as you followed your friends into Rossi’s kitchen to continue getting your drink on.
**
It had been a few hours since Spencer’s confession, and to celebrate, you had accidentally had a few drinks too many. You started playing a drinking game with Derek and Prentiss that you had ceremoniously named “Beerio Cart”, and played several rounds since you were the champion. You grinned proudly, Spencer placing a plastic crown you all had found the last time you were at Rossi’s on top of your head, much to Derek’s ego’s chagrin. Following that, you had a few shots with Hotch and Garcia, followed up by the peppermint schnapps Penelope had prepared. Needless to say, the entire team was pretty hammered. IN the last few hours of the evening, Spencer had opted to drink more water and sober himself up slightly in order to save himself the pain the following day.
Rossi was on the same page as Spencer, not to mention the older Italian man’s tolerance was that of a bull. He could probably drink an entire bottle of wine and still be under the legal limit. He had retired to bed around 12:30am, fully aware that he was going to have to cook breakfast for his hungover “children” the following morning. You, Spencer, Prentiss, and Derek were the last ones awake, and now Derek had decided to retire to bed.
“Goodnight, and Merry Christmas.” Derek slurred, tripping up the stairs a little bit. It was the last round of Beerio Cart with Prentiss and Hotch that had done Derek in. Hotch had gone to bed shortly after that, Emily promising him that she would be up shortly after. That was 2 hours ago, and Emily was still downstairs with you and Spencer. She looked around, seeing that everyone except you two had gone to bed, and you were quickly crashing. She shrugged and stumbled up the stairs, managing to make it to her room with Hotch relatively easily. At least it was the first one at the top of the stairs.
Spencer turned his attention to you, and smiled warmly. You were starting to fall asleep standing up. He’d seen you do this a few times before, and usually was able to coax you into either laying your head on his lap if you were on the jet or on his shoulder if you were going to be in the SUVs.
“(Y/N), are you ready to go to bed?” You opened your eyes slowly and blinked, processing his question slowly. You nodded and rubbed your eyes, smearing your makeup all over the place. Spencer smiled a little and guided you to your room, sitting you on the bed.
“Close your eyes, love.” You complied quietly as Spencer gently wiped your makeup off. He tucked you into your bed and placed a kiss on your forehead, turning to leave. He felt you grab his wrist and turned around, caught totally off guard. You were sitting up, wearing your best puppy dog eyes face.
“Stay with me?” You said in such a soft voice, that made Spencer’s heart melt. He glanced at the door, then back at you, where you were still pleading with your eyes. He gave in, took off his shoes, and climbed in beside you. He wrapped an arm around you and you laid on his chest, quickly falling asleep to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat.
***
You began stirring when the smell of pancakes wafted up the stairs and into your room. You scrunched your face at the harshness of the light peaking through the windows, and felt the onset headache.
“Fuck.” You whispered, rubbing your temples.
“Good morning.” Spencer said quietly beside you, sitting up to lean on his elbow. He donned his glasses and his scruff was already growing slightly.
“Good morning, Spence.” You said, your voice still raspy. You looked at the bedside table in search of your phone and saw two ibuprofen tablets and some water. You gulped them down gratefully and immediately felt relief.
You and Spencer made your way downstairs, greeting by the sight of your hungover friends, and Rossi, who was flipping pancakes and bacon at the stove.
“Oh look who decided to join us! The reigning Beerio Cart champion.” He smirked. You saw the crown sitting on the kitchen table and you grabbed it, placing it on top of your head.
“I stand by that wholeheartedly.” You said, folding your arms over your chest. Rossi shrugged.
“If you say so, kid.” You took a seat beside Hotch, who was rubbing circles into Emily’s back on the other side of him. She looked about as bad as you felt, and you instantly hoped you didn’t look like that, especially not in front of Spencer. As if he could hear your thoughts, he smiled at you, and you smiled back. You glanced down at his lips and flicked your eyes back up to meet his, when he closed the gap and pecked you on the lips. You grinned and a blush rose to your cheeks, as you munched on the pancakes Rossi set before you.
“Please tell me you two aren’t always going to be that sickeningly adorable.” Garcia said, wearing her sunglasses inside. You laughed a little, feeling a pain shoot through your brain. You groaned slightly, busying yourself with your pancakes. Spencer made you a bloody mary, spouted out facts about the origin of the drink, the useful properties of it, and anything else he’d known about it. You listened as you sipped, starting to feel just a little bit better. Whether that was with the help of the bloody mary or Spencer, you already knew the answer.
i need to discuss w someone something i discovered today. HAS ANYONE HEARD MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER’S HALLOWEEN SONG FROM 2010 I JUST FOUND IT ON SPOTIFY AND I AM NOT OKAY
please drop by my ask and tell me if you’ve heard it before i’m sobbing i love it
a/n: this is lowkey ass but here’s another request filled !!! if i don’t fill your request i am so sorry my inbox is VERY full and some of them get lost in the sauce!!
word count: 2k
warnings: hints at smut but none actually, fluff as always
“Are you sure we can’t cancel?” Spencer whined, letting his hands come to rest on your hips. You had gone to the break room for a last minute pick-me-up before heading out to the bar with the team, not knowing that Spencer had followed you. It had been a long day with the completion of a case early in the afternoon, and the jet ride was only an hour and a half back to Quantico. You knew Spencer wasn’t fond of the bar scene on a good day, let alone after a long winded case.
“Spence, it’s okay, you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to.” You said leaning into him as you made your coffee. Spencer frowned and shook his head.
“No, I’ll go.” You handed Spencer the extra coffee you had made for him and he gulped it down gratefully, pausing to rub his eyes. You grinned and placed a kiss on his cheek before returning to your desk to grab a pair of new clothes. You went to the bathroom to change, and found Emily and JJ already in there, getting ready.
“Hey there!” Emily said, applying a fresh coat of lipstick.
“Did you convince Spence to join us?” JJ asked.
“Somehow yes. It took a lot of coaxing and a few promises of different things for when we get home tonight.” You giggled. Emily’s jaw dropped and JJ raised her eyebrows, sharing a look with Emily.
“Ooooh, dirty things?”
“I don’t kiss and tell!” You replied, fixing your makeup in the mirror. Emily and JJ shared your laughter and you went into the stall to get changed. You emerged in a red, off the shoulder top and a pair of red black skinny jeans with some calf-high heeled boots. You looked in the mirror and grinned at yourself. You looked like a badass. JJ and Emily had already finished and returned to the bullpen by the time you got changed, with Morgan and Spencer. Morgan whistled as you approached and Spencer stopped mid-conversation with JJ to drop his jaw. You knew that red was Spencer’s favorite color, so wearing it in this capacity was a huge thing for him. You grinned as he approached, resting his hands on your waist.
“You look absolutely gorgeous, my love.” He said quietly, placing a quick peck on your lips. Morgan whistled again, and you gave him the finger. He held his hands up in surrender and walked towards the doors, the rest of your team and you following him into the elevator, where Spencer grabbed your hand. Generally Spencer wasn’t a huge fan of PDA, however, he knew that it was your “love language” of sorts, so he would often compromise with small but sweet gestures; such as allowing his hands to rest on your hips or waist, holding your hand, or the occasional peck on the cheek or lips. It was small enough that Spencer was still comfortable, but it made you ridiculously happy.
You split up among yourselves in the parking lot, meeting up at the bar. Hotch promised Emily that he would take his own car there, to which Emily made a face. He gave a look with her that conveyed he had to do something he didn’t want to, such as having a conversation with the witch herself, Erin Strauss. Prentiss broke into a sympathetic smile as she climbed into the car and rocketed out of the parking lot. You plugged your phone into Spencer’s aux to try and get him a bit more perked up, so you put on one of your playlists that he hated the least; and actually had come to enjoy. He hummed along quietly, absentmindedly stroking his thumb across the top of your hand. You stared out the window and just appreciated the quiet time you got with your love. You arrived shortly later, and the drinking had commenced as soon as you and Spence walked in. Garcia shoved a Bay Breeze into your hand and forced you to chug it for being late.
You complied, shotgunned the drink, and slammed it back down on the bar with a cheer. Garcia seemed satisfied and you felt a hand on the small of your back; it was Spencer. He had a weird look on his face, following his gaze you quickly realized why- some guy at the bar was staring at your ass. His look quickly changed to a scowl as he pulled you in and placed a passionate kiss on your lips, to show the entire place you were entirely his. He pulled away and you quickly pecked his lips and smiled.
“I love you.” You said.
“I love you too.” Spence grinned and took a sip of his beer, grimacing at the taste. It was one of the alcoholic drinks he despised the least, but that was not to say that he was particularly fond of it. He couldn’t understand how Morgan was such a fan of the drink, but learned quickly not to ask questions. To each his own.
Spencer lost track of you rather quickly as you were a little ways away, at the other end of the bar, doing shots. Suddenly Spencer felt a presence behind him, and looked back to see Morgan.
“What’s up, Boy Wonder? You look a little lost.” Spencer frowned and shrugged.
“I just don’t like the party bar sort of scene, but I wanted to make (Y/N) happy.” Morgan chuckled and took a sip of his beer.
“Pretty boy, you are both very very sweet, and frankly quite whipped.” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and looked at his friend, who was being beckoned by Garcia. Spencer followed behind and when you saw him, you lit up.
“Hey you,” You said, reaching out your hand. Spencer took it gratefully, and pulled you into a hug. You melted into him.
“You guys wanna grab a seat at the bar, get some apps and a few more drinks?” Morgan offered, taking Garica’s hand. You all agreed and Prentiss walked away to call Hotch, to see if he was on his way and if he wanted anything for when he got there.
Your time at the bar was relatively short lived before moving to a table to accommodate the group better. Morgan sat back with his arm slung around Garcia’s shoulders, who was getting closer to tipsy with every sip of her margarita. You were talking about first kisses, to which you felt Spencer tense up slightly beside you, like he so often did during these sorts of conversations.
“I mean, I kissed my childhood best friend on the playground, but I doubt that really counts.” You paused.
“Not really. It counts for something, but it’s not your real like, first kiss. Spill it, girl.” Morgan said, smirking.
“Alright, alright. I was a sophomore in high school; my best friend had this family friend who had a son a year younger than us, who went to high school with us. He was really sweet, but also very VERY quiet. We were sort of friends, in a sense. Like, we knew each other and would text back and forth sometimes, mostly about a bio class we had together, but regardless. I really liked him and he never expressed any real interest in me, other than just like smiling at me and getting close to me, which didn’t mean much. Anyway, my best friend and I went to a New Year’s Eve party at his house and we were mostly hanging out in the basement or floating around with the various kids we went to high school with, just hanging out and other teenager stuff. Lo and behold, it’s the countdown to midnight and he appeared at my side. It became midnight and he grabbed my hand so I would look at him, he took my head in his hands and just kissed me.” You smiled at the memory of the sweet boy who only lasted in your life for about a month.
Derek laughed, Garcia and Prentiss awed, and Spencer didn’t really express anything. He just took a quiet sip of his beer.
“Alright, I said. It’s your turn, Prentiss!” Her eyes widened as she shook her head.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” She smirked, echoing your words from earlier today. You rolled your eyes as Hotch approached the table.
“Saved by the bell.” You muttered as Emily stood, giving Hotch a quick peck on the lips. He smiled and sat beside her.
“Another round?” You offered, standing up with your now empty glass. You crossed the room and took a seat at the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you. You saw someone sit beside you out of your peripheral and realized it was Garcia, who was grinning wickedly.
“Hi, Sweets.” She said, sounding entirely too innocent. You narrowed your eyes.
“What did you do?” You asked.
“Nothing!”
“Pen.”
“I didn’t do anything. I have an idea,” She smirked.
“Oh God, what?”
“I saw this hilarious thing on Twitter last night where you text your significant other something SUUUPER nasty when you’re in a public setting together to see how they react.” You considered it for a minute, when the bartender approached. You listed off the group’s order and he disappeared.
“You’ve caught my attention, Pen. Have you tried it with Derek?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Have I tried it. Please, honey. I’ve done it 4 times tonight alone, have you noticed him even FLINCH?” You glanced back at Morgan, who was clapping Hotch on the back. Your eyes wandered to Spencer, who was finally smiling, and looked like he was actually having a good time. Perfect opportunity.
“You’re on, Garcia. $20 says Spencer blushes, shifts in his seat, and looks down at the table.”
“Alright, I say he smirks, rests his head on his hand, and gives you that look he does right before you leave the BAU.” A flush filled your face as you realized that your allegedly “discreet” look was apparently not so discreet.
The bartender returned with the drinks seconds later, and you only had about a minute to come up with something GOOD. With the help of Garcia, you got to work crafting the dirtiest text you could think of that would earn you the response you were looking for from your boyfriend.
Spencer felt his phone vibrating in his pocket which immediately alarmed him, considering the few people that would actually text him were all sitting with him. Besides you, who had gone to the bar, but you wouldn’t have just disappeared and only sent a text. He furrowed his eyebrows as he read the text he received from you, immediately reacting the way you thought he would.
He quickly locked his phone and put it face down on the table, running a hand through his hair in discomfort. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks, among other places, as he began shifting in his seat to try and discreetly make himself a bit more comfortable. He stared at the table, hard, as if he was going to burn a hole through it with his eyes. Meanwhile, you were collecting $20 from Garcia across the room, in tears from laughing so hard. With Penelope’s help you escorted the drinks back to the table, earning a few cheers from your friends. You sat beside Spencer and placed a casual hand on his thigh, making him squirm even more.
“Why did you do that?!” He whispered in your ear.
You simply smirked in response and took a sip of your drink.
“Let’s just say i’m now $20 richer.” Spencer narrowed his eyes at you before looking around the table, his eyes landing very quickly on Garcia. She was being uncharacteristically quiet and still leaning on Derek, but avoiding eye contact with Spencer. He scowled and she ignored it, trying to suppress her laughter.
You placed a chaste kiss on Spencer’s cheek and he shifted again, but grabbed your hand anyway. For what it was worth, Spencer was definitely very good at putting up with your mischievous ways.
You unlocked your phone to send someone a text, when you saw your own to Spencer. You grinned in spite of yourself.
I can’t think about anything besides you throwing me on the bar and ravaging me in every way you please. You know, kinda like last night…. I’ve never heard you say my name so loud.
