Morning Cocktail

Originally posted by nationgubler

Requested by @keekeethedonut from this list : 24 about drinking vodka in the morning. “It’s six o’ clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

Warnings: slight smut, language

Word Count: 1.2k

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“Alcohol interferes with the brain’s communication pathways, and can affect the way the brain looks and works. These disruptions can change mood and behavior, and make it harder to think clearly and move with coordination.”

You rolled your eyes and took another shot of tequila. Spencer had been spouting off useless facts about alcohol and its affects all night long. All you wanted was a normal night out with your friends and your boyfriend, but seeing as your boyfriend was essentially a walking and talking collection of encyclopedias, that was impossible. 

“Spencer!” You cut him off as he was about to spit out something about your liver. “Why don’t you just have a drink and dance with me? Please.”

“Yeah Pretty Boy. Have a drink!” You smiled at Derek, thanking him for the encouragement. Everyone else joined in loudly. 

He looked at you, then down at the tray of shots on the table. Taking a deep breath, he shook his head and wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to have both of us be inebriated.”

Rolling your eyes again, you rose up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I love you, but you are such a nerd.”

“I accept that.”

You laughed as you downed your last two shots before pulling your boyfriend out to the middle of the dance floor. You team let out a round of hoots and hollars, making you blush. That didn’t stop you though. 

“At least make an attempt to look like more than just a sexy stick?”

He smiled weakly, hands on your hips as you wiggled and shook around him. You didn’t know this song or even who sung it, but it felt so good to just move. Spencer just watched you, falling both deeper in love and lust with you. 

“You’re asking for trouble, love.” He growled in your ear, pulling you against his chest. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Maybe I just need to be punished.” You teased. His hands slid down to your bottom and squeezed, making you yelp. 

“We’re leaving. Go say goodbye to the team.” You nodded and pulled away from him, walking over to the rest of the BAU team. 

“Leaving so soon?” Emily teased as you gave everyone a quick hug. “Doctor Reid getting a little impatient.”

“Goodnight.” He called, pulling you towards the door. You were tripping over your feet, alcohol getting to you just a touch. 

“I think I like this side of you.” You giggled as Spencer helped you into the passenger seat of your car. He laughed, sliding his hands over your thighs. 

“You’re cute when you’re drunk.” Pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, he buckled your seat belt and shut the door. Getting into the drivers seat, he started the car and began your short drive home. “You enjoy driving me insane don’t you?”

You nodded, smiling playfully. “It’s my number one favorite past time.” 

To both of your surprise, you didn’t fall asleep in the car. Spencer didn’t even have to help you get out the car or in the house. Once you were in the house, the doting boyfriend act dropped immediately. 

“Do you feel what you do to me?” He growled, pressing you into the wall and capturing your lips with his. You moaned as his hands gripped your thighs, pulling them around his waist and carrying you to your bedroom. “I’m so in love with you.”

“Only you can go from sexy to sweet and back in less than a second.” You laughed as he dropped you down on the bed and buried his face in your neck, nipping and sucking. Your mind was still a little fuzzy, so you fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Eventually, he just pushed your hands away and pulled it over his head. Pulling off the rest of both of your clothes, he kissed his way up from your stomach to your lips.

“Are you okay with this?” Suddenly, there was a shift in the mood. His eyes were wide as he took in your flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. 

“Please Spence.” You begged. He smirked and leaned down, pressing into you slowly. Your lip quivered as you let out a long whine.

“I love you.” He whispered, dropping his head down next to yours. 

You gripped the sheets tightly as he pulled almost all the way out then sunk back in even deeper. No other sound was made as he repeated this, until he was balls deep. 

“You’re always so tight.” He chuckled, reaching down to grip your thigh. You wrapped you leg around his waist as he thrust in and out of you. “So fucking tight for me.” 

You smiled around your moans. It took a lot to make Spencer curse, and you always counted it as a small victory when he did. 

He shifted, new position making it easy for him to hit that spot inside you and making you melt. 

“Fuck Spence! Right there.” He smirked, pressing in harder. You reached down to rub your clit, but he quickly snatched your hand away. 

“No.” He growled. “You will come on my cock, by my cock.” 

You cried out in frustration. Releasing the sheet, you dragged your nails down his back as he drove you closer and closer to climax. 

“Let go, baby.” He nipped at your jaw. “Cum for me.”

You whined loudly as you came, Spencer’s thrusts persisting. A moment later, he wailed and spilled into you. He hovered over you, breathing heavily as you both came down from your high. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He smiled, pecking your lips. You hissed as he pulled out of you. 

“So are you.” You hummed when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. 

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Your head was pounding when you woke up to the sound of Spencer’s incessant alarm. Reaching over him, you cut it off. You climbed out of bed, pulling on his shirt and padding into the kitchen. 

You noticed that Spencer had joined you as you closed the fridge door and poured a cup of orange. 

“You look terrible.” He chuckled. 

“You weren’t saying that just a few hours ago.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

He walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist as you reached into the cabinet over the stove. Spencer immediately snatched the bottle that you’d just retrieved away. 

“Absolutely not!” He held the bottle over your head, knowing you were too weak to jump for it. “It’s six o’ clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka!” 

“Why not?” You whined. “My mother always said the way to get rid of a hangover is more alcohol.” 

“No!” He put the bottle back, turning you to face him. “Eat something. Have a cup of coffee. But that isn’t going to help you right now. Nor is it going to help if you go to work smelling like vodka.”

You pouted, to which he just smiled and pecked your lips. “You’re the worst.”

He laughed, pulling you into his chest and rubbing your back. “I love you too.”

Criminal Minds-The Good Ol’ Days

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Chapter 5-Love is in the Air

Just another collaboration with @princesswagger14

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“Oh, Spencer took that one...”

so i read @reidbyers’s ask post about librarians and spencer and while reading it, this sentence caught my attention: “sometimes he takes so many books out that a lot of the time people come in looking for a certain book and they have to be like sorry…spencer took that one and 21 more.” and it gave me an idea/insp for a small little one shot, so thanks @wheresthewater and @reidbyers for unknowingly giving me this idea! also i’m so sorry if this feels rushed! 


While studying to get your doctorate in Psychology, you were fortunate enough to have every book you need for all of your classes at your fingertips, whether having your parents supply them for you or finding links to it online. While writing a paper, you noticed the assignment had some references from your very early Intro to Psych book. You realized quickly that you were going to need to go to the library; you had since given that book to a nice underclassman. 

You didn’t mind, but occasionally, a book you wanted to check out would be gone and they always said the same thing.

“Sorry honey, it looks like Spencer has that book out at the moment.”

“Well it looks like Dr. Reid has that book.”

“Yup. Spencer again.”

It seemed like every time you needed a book from the library, Dr. Spencer Reid would check it out before you. The three main, kind elderly librarians found it amusing every time you mentioned a book he had checked out. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were conspiring against you.

Sighing, you grabbed your shoulder bag and keys and made your way out of your brick brownstone apartment building. “If this Spencer has my book this time, I might just scream…” You muttered to yourself as you walked down the street. Luckily the library was only a few blocks from your place. You could smell the air and could tell it was going to rain. You picked up your pace.

Walking in the large building, you smelled the books and smiled. 

“Well hi, baby, what’re you looking for?” Came from Franny, your favorite librarian, knowing your routine by now.

“Hi Franny,” you grinned at her. “Do you have this book?” You handed her a crumbled piece of paper with the title of the book on it.

“Hmm,” Franny entered the title in her desktop and smiled knowingly. “I’m sorry hone–”

“Let me guess,” you rolled your eyes.

“Spencer has it,” you both said in unison. One cheerfully, and one tired. You guess who’s who.

“God, I’d love to give this Spencer a piece of my mind,” you shook your head. “He consistently checks out every book I want and I actually need this one!” You exclaimed. 

“What for?” Franny asked. 

“It’s my final. Our professor decided against a test final and just gave us a paper final. It counts for over half our grade and I know if I use the material in this book, I know I’ll ace that final…you see, I’m gonna make a callback reference to our intro to psycho book that’s gonna tie up my entire paper in a cute little bow.” You rambled, a bad habit you’ve gained whenever you become desperate for something. “I’m sorry,” you said. “You probably didn’t need to hear this, Franny.” You shook your head. “I’ll just check back tomorrow,” you turned and left quickly.

If you looked back, you’d seen Franny pursing her lips, pick up the phone, and dial a number. “Hi Spencer. It’s Franny. I’m sorry to bother you but I have a need for a book you checked out.”


You chewed on your lip as you walked into the library for the third day in a row. You weren’t expecting the book to be there today or any other day, but you had to at least check. Especially since your paper was due in three days. You inhaled as the familiar smell reached you again, a smile on your face, placating you for the time being. Today at the desk, was Esther, a particularly nosy woman.

“Hi Esther, any luck today?” You asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Actually, maybe!” She answered you. “Spencer is coming by today to drop off some books and pick some up, so maybe your book will be in the bunch!” She offered. 

You raised your eyebrow. “With my luck, probably not. But I finally get to meet this allusive Spencer.” You took a seat at the bench next to the main desk where the librarians worked and pulled out your laptop. It was a normal seat for you whenever you wanted to spend time at the library.

“Do you want some lemon bars, sweetie?” Esther, the known cook of the three main librarians, placed two lemon bars next to you. 

“Thank you, Esther,” you grinned thankfully at her. 

Deep into your studies, you didn’t noticed that an hour had gone past or that the other two librarians, Franny and Dorothy snuck in.

“Is he comin’?” Dorothy, with her deep southern accent, asked. 

“Yes, Dorothy. He told me he’d be here at 4:15 and that boy never lies to me,” Esther replied, rolling her eyes.

“You sure this is gonna work?” Franny asked, pushing her gray curls aside. “What if they don’t like each other?”

“Fran, those two couldn’t be a better match. My Henry (God rest his soul) told me I had a knack for seeing lovers,” Esther nodded. 

“That’s cuz you were always putting your nose in places it shouldn’t be –” Franny began to rebut but was interrupted by Dorothy. 

“Shhh, he’s coming!”

Sure enough, walking to the desk was Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU. Trademark cardigan, scarf, and shoulder bag on. “Hi ladies, is something special going on? It’s rare to see you all here at the same time. Although I get the library’s newsletter sent to me every month and I didn’t see any events happening today to warrant you all here at the same time today.” He began to ramble. 

“Oh Spencer, don’t you worry about us,” Franny waved him off.

At the mention of the familiar name, your head popped up.

“I see you’re returning some books. May I check them in for you? Y/N here has been needing one you might have for quite some time now,” Dorothy grabbed the books from Spencer’s hand and slid them over to Esther. “Now leave us old ladies be to check these back in.” She shooed him away.

“So you’re the famous Spencer Reid,” you said as you saw him approach the bench next to you. “I’m not sure if its a pleasure to meet you or not,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Excuse me?” Spencer was taken aback. He saw you and blinked. You were beautiful. His mouth went dry, his heart stuttered, he felt a wave of adrenaline rush through him. 

You couldn’t help yourself. No matter how good looking he turned out to be, you thought to yourself. The rage built. “Every time I want to check out a book from here, you always have it, every single time! And sometimes you keep the books for months on end!” You huffed.

“Statistically, that’s impossible. There’s no possible way that every single time you need a book, I somehow have it,” Spencer challenged. Your voice sounded beautiful to his ears. He wanted to hear more of it. At least when it wasn’t filled with anger.

“Ladies?” You asked the librarians, without turning your back from Spencer.

“Yup.”

“Mhm.”

“Every single time.” Came their replies.

“…” Spencer had no reply to the three snarky librarians.

“Hmm,” you smirked at Spencer.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer said sincerely. “I didn’t know. If I did, I would’ve eagerly give you the books you needed.” I’d give you anything you want or need, his thoughts said, catching him off guard.

“Oh.” Your heart stuttered. He’s so sweet. And handsome. And obviously he reads since he consistently checks books out from here. And you weren’t expecting this response from him. You were fully expecting him to be this alpha male with a bunch of bravado. “W-well, thank you.”

“What book did you need so urgently that Franny called me?” Spencer couldn’t help but ask, the profiler in him begging to do so. The man in him, curious to hear more from her.

You told him the title. “I need it for my final paper. I-I’m getting my doctorate in psychology and I need it for one of my classes.” 

“Spencer has three PhDs,” Esther added, boasting. 

“Esther, hush,” Franny smacked her shoulder. “Let the kids do it by themselves,” she whispered to her.

“Three?” You were impressed. “Wow. You’d have to be kind of a genius to have three PhDs.” You said non nonchalantly. 

“Well, certifiably, I am a genius. I have an IQ of 185 and can read 20,000 words per minute and have an eidetic memory, but I don’t necessarily like to call myself a genius,” Spencer bashfully said. 

“Whoa…” You breathed. “But you’re totally one. A wonderful, brilliant genius,” the statement accidentally slipped out of your mouth and you blushed.

Spencer laughed, blushing as well. “Thank you.” 

You and Spencer engaged in small talk during the time the librarians were checking in more books. In the back of your mind, you were wondering why they were taking so long. They never take this long. But in your Spencer filled haze, you didn’t care. You smiled at each other, both of you taking in the beauty of each other’s smiles. You quickly moved your stuff aside for him to take a seat next to you on the bench. He quickly glanced at your laptop and instantly read part of your paper. The topic quickly jumped to psychology which jumped into talking about people’s minds, which, thanks to Spencer, jumped to odd facts. You were amazing by this man and all he had to offer. He had given you some extra facts to put into your paper.

Meanwhile, the librarians were smiling at the two of you, silently cheering you both on. The women had never seen Spencer smile as large as he did with you and you had never opened up so quickly to another person. It took even Esther a few months before you even gave her a smile. 

From then on, you and Spencer had a standing date at the library. In your bench. Occasionally Spencer would check out a book you’d randomly mentioned before just to rile you up. He was never able to live down the encounter that caused you to meet. While studying one night, Spencer rushed into the library and planted a kiss on your lips, changing your relationship with that. While he made the first move in your relationship, you made the first move in the bedroom. He was scared of his inexperience and you talked him through it. He proved to be a quick learner and with him reading smut novels for experiences and ideas in the bed, you were never ever unsatisfied.  

You both adopted a dog, which you named Esther because of the dog’s keen sense of smell. Esther found it hilarious and promptly kissed you both on the cheek. “About time you named something after me! I’d better get a baby named after me!” She cackled. 

The team noticed he was always happier and sometimes would walk in with his hair and ties ruffled. Luke could’ve sworn he saw a hickie on Spencer’s neck during a case. When he asked the boy genius about it, he immediately blushed at the memory.

“I want to try something,” you said shyly one night. 

“What?” Spencer smiled, holding you in his lap. He furrowed his brow at your shyness. You’d gotten over that long before. 

“I know you have sensory issues, but…I just want you to feel. Don’t think, but feel,” you told him as you wrapped your arms around him. 

“I don–” He was cut off by you kissing his neck. He laughed, “Y/N, I have no problem with you kissing my — oh.” He felt a wet vacuum on his neck. He could feel your tongue working on his neck, the feeling new to him. It caused a stirring in his body. The same stirring he got when he was aroused. He couldn’t help himself as he grabbed your face and kissed you.

“Spence, I wasn’t done!” You exclaimed. 

Spencer quickly removed your shirt. “And I’m just getting started,” he smiled.

Time passed quickly, yet slowly in your relationship. You were both so happy together. You didn’t know if you could be happier. He had come to your graduation, where you first met the team. They were suspicious and thought he relapsed so they followed him to you. The team loved you instantly. You quickly became a part of the family. JJ and Derek often called you and Spencer to baby sit. You kept your standing date at the library, even though you had no need of studying anymore. The three librarians always happy to see you both.

One day you went to the library to see all of them there. That never happened. Unless, like Spencer said the day you met, there was an event. And you knew there wasn’t. “What’re you ladies doing here?” You asked cheerfully.

“Oh no reason, darlin’,” Dorothy told you, looking like the cat who swallowed the canary. Actually, they all looked like that. 

To your surprise, Spencer proposed to you. In that library. On that bench. The squeals from the ladies were deafening. You swore they cheered even louder than Spencer’s team at your wedding. They each made long toasts, the guests confused at first. Esther’s was full of details you both hadn’t known she knew. “Nosy old bat,” Franny had said. Esther had the entire room cackle with laughter. Dorothy’s speech was filled with many, many southern phrasings and accounts of key moments of your relationship which she was witness to. She was always the one you came to during struggles in your relationship. And Franny’s was filled with wisdom, love, and hope. She was the one who orchestrated your first meeting.

No one was surprised, however, when you became pregnant immediately after your wedding; the both of you eager to start a family. Everyone was surprised when your water broke in that fateful library. On your bench. While Spencer panicked and called, in order, the team, then the ambulance. Luckily the three ladies had all enrolled in midwifery quickly after your first meeting and helped you deliver your first child, Diana Dorothy, in that library. On your bench. 

You were happy to inform Esther, a year after giving birth to your first son, that his first word was ‘Esther’. “This is better than having a baby named after me!” She hooted.

Unfortunately, with the times, the three ladies eventually passed. Esther first, Dorothy quickly after, then Franny held on long enough to see the birth of your third child, a girl you’d decided to call Francis Esther. In each of the ladies’ will, there was one statement that remained the same. “Give the library bench to Drs. Spencer and Y/N Reid. It has always been theirs.” 

That bench sat in the library of your home with Spencer, underneath a beautiful window where you’d told your children stories of the three ladies who were responsible for everything they knew. 


MASTERLIST

UPDATED AS OF 7/21/2017

CRIMINAL MINDS

Smarter Than I Look

لم شمل

Still Here

Dreamer

Association

Chance (Pt1)

Second Chance (Pt2)

Chance Wedding (Pt3)

Little Chance (Pt4)

Butterflies

The Color Red (Pt1)

Gray(Pt2)

Pink and Blue (Pt3)

Fortune Cookies (pt1)

Keeper (pt2)

Catch Me

Sick Day

The Twin

Mutual Attraction

Affected

Caught

No Monsters (Monsters Universe 1)

Daddy (Monsters Universe 2)

The Next Chapter (Monsters Universe 3)

Becoming A Reid (Monsters Universe Bonus)

A New Addition (Monsters Universe 4)

Not Yours

Misunderstanding

Like I’m Gonna Lose You

Flirting

Like No One’s Watching

Jennifer Isabel

She Checks Out

Mom-Approved

Love, Laugh, Safe

Best Christmas I’ve Ever Had

Now Dialing…

Aveline Charlotte Reid (pt 1)

Sweet Caroline (pt 2)

Christmas Morning

My Snowflake (pt 1)

A Different Kind of White Christmas (pt 2)

More Than Friends

Jealous

Happy Birthday

Teach Me To Feel

Home To You

Marine Science

Truth From Fiction

A Match (pt1)

Hazel Eyes (pt 2)

Love You, Hazel Eyes (pt 3)

Fight and Flight

Just A Cover

Simon and River

Dare?

Rushing

Anxious

Welcome Home, Sailor

I Win

Speed Reader

Poolside Fears

Talented

Spider Sense

Karaoke Dare

Baby Fever

Rescued

Baby Genius

White Flag

New Year, New Us

Decades Old Date

One Try

Beautiful

Sleeping Over

Conflict Resolution

Forever

Our Song…(pt1)

…And Dance (pt2)

Movie Night

Because I Love You

Catching My Eye

Mixed Signals

Little Sister

Home Sick

I See…

Sleeping In

Not So Secret

Lights And Sounds

Inked

Flustered

As I Am

Nothing Like You

Deduction

Beauty And The Beast

Skin and Fabric

Eyes Up

Mistranslated

Not Yourself

Distracting

Lights Out

Inherently Perfect

Acquaintance (Talented Part 2)

Photo Shoot

Unexpected

Dirty Mind

Holding Tight

Forgetful

Carriages and Carousels

Leg Room

Height Difference

All Grown Up

Forced Into Goodness

Warm Snuggles

Visitor

Fearful

Dreams of Exhaustion

Check-Up (Part One)

The First Date (Check Up Part Two)

The Wedding (Check Up Part Three)

Decibels

Surprise Meeting

Not What They Expected

Crashed

She’s Yours

Near-Death Experience

Walk In The Park

Accidental Matrimony

Beauty

The Unexpected Gift

Rejection 

Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Flirtatiousness

Say Yes  

Red-Lipped

Coffee Break

He’s My Storybook

Stand Out In A Crowd

Protector

Bastille Day

Confessional

Surprise (A Little One Part 1)

Deception

Age Gap

Turnaround

Someday Soon

Shattered

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

My Mess

Picnic

Spencer Reid x OC

Used Books And Autumn Rain Chapter One (ReidxOC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Two (ReidxOC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Three (ReidxOC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Four (ReidxOC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Five (ReidxOC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Six (Reid x OC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Seven (Reid x OC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Eight (Reid x OC)

Used Books and Autumn Rain Chapter Nine (Reid x OC)




HARRY POTTER 

Wolfstar (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black)

Watching Remus Lupin Parts One and Two

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Three and Four

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Five and Six

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Seven and Eight

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Nine and Ten

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Eleven and Twelve

Watching Remus Lupin Parts Thirteen and Fourteen

Her Favorite Genius

This is my fic for @passionate-hedgehog‘s exchange!  I got @stunudo to write for!

She only had a couple preferences: that it takes place within the first eleven seasons and that it has JJ, Garcia, and Spencer in it.

Coming up with an idea for this was easier than I expected.  This is inspired by the end of season 8 episode 5, where JJ announces Henry is going trick-or-treating as his favorite profiler, Spencer.  In this fic, Spencer and Y/N’s daughter decides to go as her favorite tech genius!

Hope you like this darling, I really enjoyed writing it!  Sorry, it’s a little short, I’ve hit a stump and really needed something to get me out of it.  This helped, but I hope it’s good nonetheless!

Originally posted by heroofretribution

“No trick-or-treating for you this year?” Rossi asked Morgan as they made their way through the bullpen.

The chiseled man chuckled and shook his head.  “Tempting but I think not.”

“How about dinner?  I’ll buy,” Rossi offered, smirking at his coworker.

“I’ll take a free meal any day.”

“What about Jenn, Y/N?  She still not going to trick-or-treat?” Rossi asked Y/N.  She was stacking file folders on her desk, trying to organize quickly so she could get out of there.

“Funny you mention that,” she replied with a smirk.  “She’s changed her mind.”

“Everyone,” Spencer said from the doorway.  “As you all know, little Jenn said she didn’t want to go trick-or-treating this year because she was a bit nervous about it.”

“Takes after her father,” Penelope said with a smirk.  “What changed her mind?”

“Well,” Y/N said, “I told her that if she doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t have to, but that meant she wouldn’t get to show everyone what she dressed up as.”

“You blackmailed a toddler?” Derek asked amused.

“She wanted so badly to dress up as her hero and favorite genius that she decided to come here and around the rest of the Bureau to get her candy.”

“She’s dressing up as Spencer?” Penelope gushed, placing a hand over her heart.

“Nope,” Y/N said with a grin.

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Famous

Spencer Reid x Reader 

The team can hear Garcia’s scream from their desks. They used to jump up and run to her office, but now … not so much. Reid sighs and shakes his head, while Prentiss and Morgan laugh and shake their heads. JJ emerges from her office on the second level of the Bullpen and looks down at the three members of the team below her. “What happened now?”

Prentiss smirks and goes back to writing, laughing to herself. “You never know with Garcia.”

The woman in question bursts through the glass doors right then, a flurry of blonde hair and bright colors as she says, “Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” over and over.

“Who announced they’re getting married now?” Prentiss asks. “Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield?”

“As much as I would love that, no,” Garcia responds as she rushes over to them. “What I want to know is what this is!” She stops in front of Reid’s desks and thrusts her phone (her second spare one, that is) in his face. “Enlighten me, Dr. Reid?”

Reid blinks at the sudden intrusion of his personal space before taking Garcia’s hand and moving it back so that he can see what’s on the screen. He swallows when he sees it’s an Instagram post from your account displaying the picture that he currently has set as his home screen on his phone. Reid and you are cuddled together with him placing a kiss on your cheek, and you laughing.

He raises his eyebrows and spins back around in his chair, burying himself back in his work. “Right. That.”

He can practically feel Garcia’s body heat rising. “That’s all you have to say?” she squeals.

“What is it, Baby Girl?” Morgan asks, leaning over in his cubicle/desk. Prentiss does the same.

Garcia walks quickly over to him. “Only our favorite doctor cuddled up with the nicest, most beautiful woman on the planet!” She thrusts the phone in Morgan’s face. Prentiss leans over and looks also.

After examining the photo for a few seconds, Morgan raises his eyebrows playfully and faces Reid. “What is this, prettyboy?”

JJ sighs from where she still stands on the second level. “Did (y/n) post the picture?”

“Yup,” Reid responds, still not looking up from the file he’s reading.

Prentiss looks up at JJ. “You knew about this?” she asks.

The blonde raises her eyebrows. “He’s the Godfather of my child. Of course I knew.” She smiles and walks back into her office, leaving Garcia, Morgan, and Prentiss gaping at her. But they quickly turn their attention back to the doctor.

Morgan whistles appreciatively. “Almost a million likes. Who is this girl, Garcia?”

“She’s totally famous on Instagram and practically everywhere else!” Garcia exits out of the picture of you and Reid and scrolls through your feed so they can see the rest of your pictures. “She’s not really a model, but she also is? I guess? She’s mostly a role model, for, like, everyone, and she raises money for charities and all of that amazing stuff.”

“So this is your girl, kid?” Morgan asks.

Reid finally looks up from his file and looks at Morgan. “My girlfriend, yes. (y/n) and I met about eight months ago when she was on a trip here to D.C. Things just kind of escalated from there, and…here we are. We didn’t really want to tell anyone and let it get out until we were ready.”

“And when, pray tell, were you going to tell us, then?” Prentiss asks.

Reid smiles. “She’s coming to team dinner at Rossi’s on Saturday.”

Garcia makes an almost inhuman squeaking noise at the news, while Morgan and Prentiss just smile. “There we go, kid!” Morgan yells.

“Hey.” The four team members look up at Hotch, who had just walked out of his office. “When you’re all done, BAU room. We have a case.” After they all nod, Hotch continues on his way to their meeting space.

They all stand up and start to gather their things for the meeting. Garcia walks by Reid and places a big kiss on his cheek. He can’t help but blush at the physical contact. “Congratulations.” she says sincerely.

He smiles. “Thanks, Garcia.”

Prentiss and Morgan walk up to him next, and the latter claps Reid on the shoulder with a grin. “Way to go, prettyboy. Your charms finally worked.”

Reid chuckles. “I didn’t even have to use magic this time.”

Morgan grins and wraps his arm around the boy’s shoulders, pulling him into him as they walk up to the meeting.

Originally posted by dxmureminds

Candy

Requested by @25noname25​:  Can you do a Spencer Reid x reader where the reader works at the BAU but also works as a stripper to get more extra money and Spencer, Morgan, and Garcia find out? – Originally, the request also included that the reader have a strong Mexican accent. I opted to omit that piece as I am not Mexican nor do I have any one who can confirm that I am properly executing an authentic, strong Mexican accent. Whenever I write, I always try to keep everything as vague about the reader as possible so that anyone reading can insert themselves in easily. 

Word Count: 1.4k

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“I’m starving. Is anyone else starving?” You looked up from your case file where Derek was idly tapping his foot. 

“Order something to eat.” You offered, glancing at the clock on your desk. 9:14. You glanced over the small pile of paperwork you still had to complete, sighing. Of all the days to be working late, today was not good. 

“Where you going?” Spencer asked as you got up from your desk. 

“I’ll be right back. I’ve gotta make a call.” You quickly made your way up the stairs and into an empty office. Checking to make sure no one had followed you, you shut and locked the door, then dialed the number you didn’t dare save in your contact list. 

Your second boss answered the phone almost immediately. “If you are calling out again, you’re fired.”

“I’m not calling out. I’m just going to be a little late.”

“You’re pushing it Candy.” You could tell he was frustrated, but you couldn’t risk leaving right now. “Ten o’ clock. Even a minute late and you’re ass is grass.”

“Ten o’ clock.” You promised before hanging up.

You took a deep breath and headed back out to your desk. You focused as much as you could on the paperwork in front of you, purposely ignoring the two men who were staring at you with confused expressions. 

“What was that about?” Derek asked after a moment. 

You waited a beat before lying. “I was checking in on my mom.” 

“How is she?” You looked Spencer in the eye and smiled. 

“She’s good. Wishes I would visit more.” You stood and shoved your paperwork in your bag. “I think I’m going to finish this at home and turn it in in the morning. Goodnight boys.”

You left quickly before either one could question you again.

Derek smirked as you rushed away, fingers already dialing on his phone. “Baby girl. I need a favor.”

——

“Tyrell’s actually gonna fire you one day, Candy.”

You rolled your eyes as you applied another coat of lipstick, blowing yourself a kiss in the mirror. 

“No he’s not.” You tied your hair back and smiled at your friend Cookie. “He’s been threatening me for years now and done absolutely nothing. I’m too valuable.”

“You and all us other hoes.” You laughed together as you shuffled through the hanging costumes. 

“Where’s my police uniform?” You asked, thumbing through the clothes a second time in case you’d missed something. “I specifically purchased that outfit to fit me and me alone.”

“I had Cherry wear it last night.” You turned to the door where your boss was standing with his arms folded over his chest. “You know the rules. If you’re not here to perform, your act is fair game.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to wear?”

“Green school girl.” He smirked. “And I expect at least a few room rentals from you!” 

You flipped him off as he turned and walked away laughing. Turning back to the wrack and snatched the skimpy slut outfit over your body. 

“He’s not going to have to fire me, because one of these days, I’m going to quit!”

“Sure you are!” You took a few deep breaths as you made your way backstage. Moving around, you watched as the girl on stage finished out her routine. You’d just finished formulating yours when you heard your que. 

“And now, I hope you boys brought your notebooks because Candy is about to take you to school!”

With that, you pit on your game face and stepped out in front of the crowd. Ignoring the familiar nagging in your mind, you focused on the song – Brittany Spears’ “Oops I Did It Again” – and just danced. You ignored the pole, choosing to rather focus on making your body move the exact way you wanted it to. There were hands everywhere, bills flying. 

You smiled as you sang the cheesy, cliche song to yourself and continued to dance. Jumping off the stage, you continued your act and danced with as many strangers as you could before the song came to an end. 

Rushing to the back, you pulled as many bills as you could out of your clothing (or lack thereof) and shoved it into your purse. You smiled as you counted the few hundred dollar bills that had made it onto your person. Quickly, you changed into a pair of tiny cut-offs and a tank top, then hustled your way out to the floor. 

“Three beers. Booth in the back.” You shouted a thanks to the bartender, taking the tray of drinks.

“Three ice cold Bud –”

Your words came to an abrupt stop as you came face to face with three of your best friends. 

“You looked real sexy up there, Candy.” Derek was smirking, while Penelope held her hand over her mouth to keep from cackling. Spencer looked both curious and uncomfortable.

“How did you guys find me here?” You squeaked. You’d been so careful to make sure your stripping didn’t cross paths with your job at the BAU.

“You were acting weird so Morgan made Penelope track your phone. And when that didn’t work, they hacked your car and tracked that.”

“You have to leave. Now.” You set their drinks down and quickly turned away. 

“Oh no you don’t!” 

“Fuck.” You muttered to yourself when you felt Derek’s hand wrap around your upper arm.

“See little mama,” He stepped in front of you, holding up a wad of cash. “We each went in on something your menu called The Diamond Experience and we fully intend to get our money’s worth.” 

“Absolutely not.” You protested. The Diamond Experience was the closest you could come to banging the customers without it being considered prostitution. It involved a lot of grinding and close contact, something you didn’t want with at least two of the three people surrounding you. 

“Come on sweetness.” He slid the money in your front pocket, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “ We just want to talk.”

You let out a heavy sigh, clenching your jaw. “Fine. Follow me.” 

You lead them to one of the private rooms in the back of the club, locking the door as soon as they’d stepped in. 

Penelope finally let out the laugh she’d been holding in. “I’m so sorry. I just can’t take you seriously when you’re dressed like that.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t have anything else to put on at this moment. Usually, my customers are requesting I take something off right about now.”

That only made her laugh even harder. Spencer looked you up and down before shrugging off his red cardigan and holding it out to you. You offered him a small smile of appreciation and pulled it over your shoulders. 

“Now what the hell is going on here, Mama? And don’t give us any of that “putting myself through college” crap.” Derek crossed his arms over his shoulders, but the smile on his face let you know that he wasn’t actually upset. 

Spencer stood. “Statistically speaking, one third of the people who become stripped are in fact putting themselves through college.”

“Thank you Doctor.” You smiled at him again. “And as a matter of fact, I did originally get into exotic dancing to put myself through school. It allowed me to make enough money to avoid any student loans and I knew that I would most likely not be found out because college guys are broke.”

“You’re not putting yourself through school now though.”

“No I’m not, you chocolate wonder.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him. “I stopped for a brief time when I first joined the academy, but returned so that I could continue paying my bills. And when I joined the FBI and then the BAU, it just sort of became a way to release tension. It made it easier to cope with all of the bad stuff we see all the time.”

You looked down at your hands, toying with the buttons on Spencer’s sweater. You couldn’t bare to look into their eyes, especially Spencer’s. 

The room was silent, making you more and more uncomfortable. “Someone please say something.” 

“I’m really hungry.” You all laughed at Spencer’s comment. “How long before we can go get something to eat?”

You wiped away the tears that you didn’t realize were rolling down your cheeks. “I can leave anytime after my dance. Tyrell won’t notice.”

“Let’s go grab a burger.” Derek stood and held his hand out for Penelope, leading her out the door. 

Turning to Spencer, you couldn’t help but notice the hungry tint to his eyes. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” Your brows furrowed as your mind raced. What else could he possibly want to know.

“How much for a home visit?”

Dozing Off

Originally posted by prettyboyspence

Requested by - @imagicana

“So picture this. Reader bad ass af and super flirty think morgan but female version, always flirts and teases Reid. One day he teases her, they end up fucking in an interrogation room”

Warnings - smut and unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

Y/N and Spencer couldn’t be anymore different than they already were. Y/N was someone who would always be the first into any building ready to arrest the unsub. Spencer was the one that would stay behind, more often than not, to assist from the precinct. Y/N would be the one to squabble with Rossi and Tara over what the best sports car available was. Spencer was the one who would rather read the bibliography of Sir Bernard Spilsbury, the father of modern forensics. Y/N would boast with Derek and Emily about sexual escapades, whereas Spencer would catch up on some paperwork. Y/N was the first one out onto the dance floor and Spencer was the first one to leave. 

Y/N treated Spencer the way that Derek and Penelope treated each other. Y/N would call him “vanilla thunder” flustering him to no end. Spencer would always correct her grammar causing Y/N immense frustration. Thus causing Y/N to retaliate by stating false facts which annoyed Spencer to all hell. Everyone knew that one day the two would end up together, other than Spencer and Y/N themselves. The two were head over heels in love with the other. They had this fiery chemistry. They had a love/hate relationship of sorts. And above all they were both immensely frustrated, sexually. 

When Spencer thought Y/N was going over the case file she would instead be thinking of him pounding into her wearing just his tie. When Y/N thought Spencer was biting his lip in concentration he was trying to get the image of her screaming his name in ecstasy out of his head. The two were complete opposites, yet there was an animalistic sexual tension between the two.

Their lips collided, ravaging the other. Barely getting the time to lock the door to the interrogation room, Spencer picked up Y/N, as if she weighed less than a feather before placing her on the desk. Y/N wrapped her legs around Spencer, slowly grinding into him as her lips placed small wet kisses on his neck. Spencer let out a groan before he rushed to pull up Y/N’s pencil skirt and felt her wetness through her underwear. The pale pink boy shorts contrasting with the dark dusty pink from Y/N’s juices. Y/N reciprocated the feral actions by undoing Spencer’s pants and massaging him through his boxers.

“You’re so wet” moaned out Spencer, stroking her over her underwear as he left kisses by her collarbones, leaving Y/N a quivering mess.

“It’s all for you, Doctor” breathed out Y/N, while sticking her hand down his boxers to stroke him, smirking as she knew that being called doctor was a massive turn on for her teammate.

Not being able to wait any longer, Spencer slid aside Y/N’s underwear before entering her. He let out a moan, not being used to a tight space. Y/N bit her lip, holding back any moans so as to not alert anyone left in the building.

“Move” whimpered out Y/N.

“You sure?” asked Spencer.

“Yes I’m sure. Just fuck me” yelped out Y/N as Spencer began to thrust into her.

Spencer ripped open Y/N’s button down shirt and started playing with her breasts, making sure not to leave one out. He played with her nipples as he continued to drive his cock into her.

Y/N’s moans started to get closer to another as her legs started to shake from the rush of nerves. Her walls started to clench around him signaling her orgasm. Spencer removed a hand from her breasts and started to draw figure eights on Y/N’s clit urging along the arrival of her climax. The culmination of the euphoric look on Y/N’s face and the clenching walls surrounding his engorged self, ushered on his own climax.

“Y/N, you okay?” asked Spencer.

Y/N jolted up from her previous lying down position on the couch.

“Yeah, I just dozed off” replied Y/N, yawning, as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

Knowing that she wouldn’t get any further sleep without dreaming about Spencer, Y/N tried to focus on finishing the paperwork. Spencer was the man the Y/N continuously dreamed about. He was the one that she thought about when getting off. He was the one that she would call if she needed help. But he was too perfect and she knew that he deserved better. He deserved a beautiful, blonde hair, blue eyed woman whose intelligence rivaled his. Unaware of Spencer’s compassion and affection for her, she thought that he was unobtainable. 

@reiding-and-writing

A/N It has been a long time since I wrote smut. I apologize if it sucks! I also know that this is A LOT shorter than my normal fics, I’m sorry. Smut just takes more time and effort for me to write. I hope ya’ll enjoy it regardless!

High on Love

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Prompt: Based on this video. I tried to make it as fluff as possible! Hope you enjoy it!

“I love you sooo much!” Y/N giggled with a huge smile. “You should love me too”

“Y/N I am your boss.”

“I know but we are getting married! You’ll be my husband!”

“We are? Okay where are we going to get married?”

“We are going to get married in the chapel!”

“At the chapel I see.”

“Yup.”

“I don’t think Hotch will like the chapel that much,” Morgan interrupted, pressing his lips together so that he doesn’t burst out laughing. The team had caught their unsub but unfortunately, Y/N broke her arm. Hotch had gone in the ambulance with her while the rest of the team stayed behind and cleaned up. Y/N was clearly out of it, giggling and smiling so much while Hotch was blushing slightly.

Y/N turns to Morgan with wide eyes and open mouth. “Why not?”

“Morgan,” Hotch immediately said, glaring at Derek. He turns back to her and lets out a smile when she happily giggles.

“I think we should get marrriiiiieeeddd!” Y/N sings, and everyone bursts out into laughter as Hotch blushed with a smile. “We’ll be the cutest couple ever,” she continues, giggling with the team.

“I see.”

“Aaron I love you. I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your ass.” She blows him a kiss with a giddy smile, and JJ has to wipe the tears from her face.

“She is so gonna regret this,” JJ whispered to Prentiss, who was recording the entire thing.

“Thank you Y/N,” Hotch said, trying to regain some composure but Y/N was too adorable.

“You are so adorable. Aaaarooooon I looooovvee yooouuuu soooooo muuuuchh.” She reaches out and grabs his face, her fingers stroking his chin and hair. Suddenly there are tears in her eyes and her lips pouted adorably.

“Aaron I am scared.”

“It’s okay Y/N.”

“Where are my clothes?”

“There is nothing to be afraid of. You are in the hospital.”

“WHY AM I IN THE HOSPITAL?”

“You broke your arm. Remember?”

“WHY DID I BREAK MY ARM? I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING I AM SO DRIZZY.”

“Don’t worry,” Hotch calmly said, holding her hand. “It’s the medication, just keep on squeezing my hand okay?”

“Okay Aaron. I love you,” she said with a dreamy smile.

“Why don’t you say it back?” Rossi teased the unit chief, who blushed at everyone’s glee.

“Everything will fine okay?” Hotch said to Y/N, ignoring the cracking from his team.

“Coz we are going to get married tomorrow! At a chapel!” Y/N exclaimed, a dreamy smile still on her face. “In Las Vegas!”

“Oh really?” Everyone could tell that Rossi was really enjoying this. Who wasn’t? It was sad that Garcia wasn’t here to tease Y/N mercilessly.

“Yes!” Y/N turned to him with a wide smile. “We will be the cutest couple ever!”

“Are you still feeling dizzy?” Hotch tried to distract her, but now it seemed like nothing could stop her now.

“I’ll be the most beautiful bride you’ll ever see,” Y/N said. There was a sudden noise and Reid walked in to see Hotch’s blushing and embarrassed face the rest of the team biting their lips to hold in something. He saw JJ physically turned away, hanging on to Prentiss who was recording everything along with Morgan. The three of them had their shoulders shaking and wide smiles on their faces, while Rossi had a smirk directed at his boss.

‘What’s going on?” he was super confused.

“Me and Aaron are going get married!” Y/N giggled at him, her eyes slightly glazed and a wide smile stretched across her ears. “In Las Vegas! You will give me away coz you’re my brother!”

Spencer openly gaped at that while the rest except for Hotch and Y/N laughed out loud. “I am serious,” Y/N pouted. “JJ and Emily and Penelope will be my bridesmaids. Rossi will be the best man and Morgan will be the priest.”

“Why am I the priest mama?” Morgan could barely talk through his laughter.

“Coz you’re an annnnngeeeel!”

JJ snorted loudly, and even Hotch couldn’t hold in his laughter anymore. “And Jack will be the ring bearer and Henry will be the flower boy! Aaarooon you’ll wear a red suit coz it’ll bring out your ass!!”

“And what will you wear my dear?” Rossi sweetly asked her.

“A blue gown! With sparkles!”

A knock interrupts their light moment and a nurse walks in with a smile. “How’s everything going on here?”

“Aaron and I are going to get maaaaaarreeiiiidd!” Y/N sings with a bright smile to the nurse. The people burst into laughter again, and the nurse smile’s got bigger. “I see that the anesthesia is still doing its work,” she tells them. “It’ll be not too long before she falls asleep,” and with that, she left the team again.

Y/N turns to Hotch with a soft look in her eyes. “We are going to get marrieeed. And you will give me a blue ring okay?”

“Okay,” Hotch relents with a smile that is usually unseen.

“It will be awesome. You’ll love it. I’ll loooove it,” She is now whispering, and it is clear that she is falling asleep.

“I will.”

“Aaron I love y….” And with that Y/N goes to her dreamland, and the team excluding Hotch has to leave the room to not let their laughter wake her up.

But Hotch stays with a smile and continues to hold her hand. “And I love you too Y/N,” He whispers to her.

Twenty-two Percent

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader (ft. BAU team)

Content/Warnings: fluff

Words: 1144

A/N: I have written a soulmate AU request with Spencer Reid from @chocok22 for 43. The name of your soulmate appears on your skin after you meet them.


You were excited. This was it - the day you had been looking forward to for a couple weeks now. This was the day you were starting your new job at the BAU. Ever since you were a teenager, and you and your family were the target of a serial killer stopped by the BAU, you had known this was what you had wanted to do. You had been top of your class in the FBI academy, read all of Agent Rossi’s books - gone the whole nine yards. And now the day had come, and you felt both excited and like you were going to throw up.

“Agent Y/L/N!” A voice called as you walked into the building, a small suitcase holding supplies for an overnight trip slung over your shoulder. You glanced over, seeing Agent Rossi himself walking over to you. You hadn’t seen the agent since the closing of the case you had been involved in as a teenager. “You’ve grown since I last saw you.”

“You remember?” You asked, both surprised and flattered as you shook his hand.

“When Aaron - that is, Agent Hotchner - and I were going through applications, your name was what caught my attention. You’ve gone far, kid.” There was approval in his voice. “You can come up with me, I’ll give you a tour.”

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Bombshell

An anon asked for a Reid fic where the reader is British and he gets turned on by her accent.  The team teases him for it and he eventually has to explain to the reader why he gets so weird whenever she talks.  I love this request, I really hope you like it!  Added in here a classic Spencer Reid Quote, shout out to anyone who can find it!

It gets smutty!  Some fluff ensues at the end, it’s super cute!

UnBeta’d so sorry for any errors, also flood warning!

Originally posted by toyboxboy

“As soon as Agent Y/L/N gets here, we are going to start the briefing,” Hotch said to the team, who were all still sitting around at their desks before disappearing into his office.

“Ready for the new team member, pretty boy?” Derek teased from his seat with a smirk.

“What?” Spencer asked nonchalantly.  He knew Y/N was British.  She’d been in for numerous interviews and when she was in the training field, all the other trainees were talking about the ‘British Bombshell’ that was joining the BAU team.  

“You know what,” Derek replied.

“Does Reid have a thing for accents?” Prentiss asked.  She looked at the genius with playful eyes.

“No, he has a thing for British accents,” JJ said, shaking her head.

“I see,” Emily said with a smirk similar to Derek’s.

“I don’t know if I like the looks on your faces,” Rossi said as he walked up.  After inspecting the teasing smiles of the three agents, he clocked the blush on Reid’s face.  “What’s wrong with you, coffee catching up to you this morning?”

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Helping Hands

Reid x Reader smutty smut smut

“No. You cannot go to a gig dressed like that”

Your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid looked down at his outfit and then back up at you. He was dressed in smart slacks and a shirt, with dress shoes on his feet. You on the other hand were dressed in a denim skirt, leggings, a vest top and an oversized hoody. Converse hi-tops completed your look.

For your last birthday Spencer had presented you with two tickets to see your favourite band Muse performing. They didn’t tour America that often so when they’d announced a tour, you’d been desperate to get tickets only to discover that they’d sold out pretty much straight away. Reid however had been one step ahead of the game knowing it was your birthday in a few weeks. He’d set Penelope Garcia on to the case, her somehow jamming the server for other users until she’d purchased two tickets. Naturally, you’d chosen to take him.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

You shook your head, it wasn’t that he didn’t look nice. He just looked….. “It’s too smart, too over dressed for a gig”

You marched him back down the hallway to his apartment, striding into his bedroom and throwing open the closet doors. You knew he owned jeans, you’d seen them at least twice before. You found them eventually, slinging them at him and searched for a t-shirt finding a plain black one which would do and tossing that at him as well. Spying a grey cardigan on the back of the closet door, you instructed him to wear that, along with his converse and you left his room so he could change.

He emerged five minutes later looking like a completely different guy. He looked good though, he hair slightly messier from tugging the t-shirt on and the jeans hugged his frame nicely. You nodded your approval and the two of you set off to the gig.

Four hours later and you were grinning from ear to ear as Spencer drove you both home. Your ears were ringing, your lower back was on fire from standing up for so long but you’d had the best time ever. The band had been amazing, belting out all of your favourite tunes and the atmosphere had been so intense and enjoyable. You’d been overcome with emotion during Unintended, one of your all time favourite songs, and you’d grasped hold of Spencer’s hand as you swayed with the rest of the crowd.

He’d seemed to enjoy it as well, actually singing along to the songs although you knew all he’d had to do was listen to them once whilst reading the lyrics and he’d have them all memorised.

The ride home was short, the gig hadn’t been too far from home so you invited Spencer in for a few beers, groaning as you slumped down onto your couch, flicking the TV on.

“Everything okay?” Reid asked you slightly louder than normal. He dropped down next to you, handing you an uncapped beer which he’d pulled from your refrigerator.

“I’m good. My back just hurts a bit, I’m getting too old for this shit.”

Taking a pull of his beer, Spencer set it down and then turned to you.

“Y/N turn around. Where does it hurt?”

Adjusting your positioning, you crossed your legs and turned on the couch so you were sitting sideways on with your back to him. “It’s just at the bottom, it aches like a mother fucker.”

Spencer chuckled and then gently placed his hands to your lower back, slipping them under your hoody and pressing his thumbs into your spine, softly kneading the aching area. It felt surprisingly good and you leant forward slightly, pulling your hoody off to allow him better access.

Spencer’s lithe fingers worked along your spine and lower back hitting all of the pressure points with precision and you found yourself enjoying his touch so much so that a soft groan escaped your lips causing Spencer to freeze his movements and your eyes to fly open and your jaw to drop.

“Sorry…. ” he started to say and you shook your head.

“You didn’t hurt me Spence. It just felt….really REALLY good.”

“Do you want me to carry on then?” he asked tentatively, a slight edge to voice.

“Erm….only if you don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind…. But could we change positions? It would be easier for me if you sat between my legs in front of me.”

You understood what he was saying and could appreciate how it would would be more comfortable but it still didn’t stop you from saying, “Christ Spence, how long have we been friends for and you’re only now telling me you want me between your legs?”

His cheeks flushed pink and you immediately regretted it. He coughed, clearing his throat, “Do you want the damn massage or not?”

You did, it was doing wonders to ease your suffering. You scooted from your seat and waited for Spencer to part his thighs, settling on the couch between them and waiting for him to start up again. He did and you leant into his touch, his hands working on your spine as you tried to keep your little grunts of satisfaction to yourself.

Adjusting your position slightly, you rolled your neck on your shoulder wincing as you heard a crack. Spencer’s hands immediately moved up your back to your shoulders, pressing against the hard knots that had formed and working to loosen to them. The sensation was magical and you allowed your eyes to close again, your breath hitching in your throat as his thumb brushed over a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. This time Spencer didn’t pause, he just shuffled his body forward slightly, his thighs trapping you between them. His fingers continued their dance over your sore muscles, brushing over that spot again and earning another groan from you. When he did it again moments later your mind began to wander. It was THAT exact spot on your neck, the spot that when touched correctly would send tingles right down to your groin. And Spencer’s fingers kept sweeping over it in just the right way….

Did he know? Or was it just an accident? When it happened again, his finger tip actually lightly circling the spot and making your downy hairs stand on end as a low gasp left your chest, you realised he must know.

Which was extremely interesting.

You and Spencer had been friends as well as colleagues for a few years now and you’d always wondered whether there perhaps was something more between the two of you. He was attractive, very much so and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered briefly what it would be like to kiss his plump pink lips. But you’d always pushed the thought aside. It was Spencer after all. Spencer didn’t have girlfriends, half the time he rarely seemed to even notice if an attractive looking female was in the room. It was only six months ago when you’d both been babysitting Henry together that he’d actually expressed desire to find someone. You’d talked to him for a while, surprised by how insulted he was when you’d told him that you didn’t think he was bothered about finding a partner. When you’d asked him what his ideal woman was though, he’d appeared awkward and eventually just shrugged the question off, not giving you an answer.

Had there been a reason he hadn’t given you an answer?

The next time his finger dashed over that spot on your neck you made sure that your groan was louder, leaning back slightly and placing your hands onto his thighs. Spencer stiffened slightly but carried on with his slow kneading of your shoulders and neck. Feeling bolder and just damn curious, you softly stroked his thighs feeling him sit up straighter at your touch. The air was almost crackling with tension right now, both of you waiting for the other to give some sort of signal that you wanted more. You inched your hands higher on his thighs hearing Spencer’s breath catch, his hands stilling their movements momentarily before changing track. This time they moved to your sides, trailing up and down your rib cage tickling you sensually through the thin cotton fabric of your vest. You shuddered, heat starting to flood your body as you dug your fingernails lightly into his thighs, not enough to cause pain. On the eighth lap up and and down your torso Spencer’s hands lingered inches from your breasts and you could feel him closer to you than before, his breath on the back of your neck. Wanting to give him a sign but not to outright tell him that this was okay, you reached up to your hair and pulled it to one side, exposing your neck to him.

Reid received your message loud and clear and a pair of warm lips pressed against your neck, his hands creeping around to your front and splaying across your abdomen. Spencer peppered the side of your throat with kisses, his tongue poking out and swiping over the shell of your ear, his hands not moving from their spot on your tummy.

“Is this…. is this okay? That…. that I’m doing this?” came a whisper in your ear, Spencer’s voice a few octaves lower than what you were used to.

“Uh huh….You’ll know if it’s not okay, Spencer. Trust me,” you whispered back, surprised by the slight croak to your own voice. You turned your head to the side, your eyes connecting with his, both of you realising there was no going back from this once you took the next step.

You ran the tip of your tongue over your lips watching Spencer do the same. But still, neither of you moved an inch.

“Spence. The ball’s in your court here. If you want this then…. ”

You didn’t get chance to complete your sentence because his lips were suddenly upon yours, the pressure light to begin, still unsure. When you didn’t pull away he deepened the kiss, his head tilting to the side and his lips parting. Allowing your own to part, your tongue slipped out to meet his as you twisted your body to kiss him properly.

Spencer’s kisses were both everything and nothing like you expected them to be, igniting a passion in you that you hadn’t felt for a while; a desperate need to be closer to someone, to feel them pressed against you. You suddenly had the urge to kiss Spencer everywhere, to taste him and to drink him in. If one kiss could make you feel like this, God only knows what would happen once this went further.

You pulled away from his mouth, breathless and gulping the air down as his face searched yours for signs that he’d done something wrong. Smiling, you tucked your hair behind your ear and then turned your body completely around, Spencer’s eyes widening as you straddled his lap, your skirt riding up as you changed positions, the denim waistband uncomfortable against your stomach. You grimaced.

“Did…. I do something wrong?” Spencer clocked it and you shook your head.

“It’s the skirt and the position I’m in.”

“You could…. Erm, take it off?” his cheeks were already flushed so you couldn’t tell whether the colour deepened or not but knowing Reid the way you did, you’d be surprised if it didn’t. You stood directly in front of him, taking his hands and placing them on the waistband.

“Or… You could take it off for me.”

Only a few seconds passed before he answered but it felt like an age.

“Y/N, if I remove your skirt, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop with just that.”

“So don’t stop then.”

Taking a deep breath and seemingly having a word with himself, Spencer’s fingers quickly moved to the button on your skirt, unhooking it and then sliding the material down your legs. You stepped out of it, kicking it to one side and then stood, waiting. You weren’t going to take charge here, you wanted to see what he’d do. Rising to his feet and towering over your small frame, he slipped his fingers under your vest, gripping the hem and tugging it upwards, peeling it off your body.

You didn’t think you looked like the most attractive person standing in your bra and leggings but the way Spencer’s eyes were trailing over your torso, made you feel like a goddess. He rolled his lip between his teeth before dropping to his knees in front of you and slowly dragging your leggings off, lifting your feet one by one and then moving them to the side. Running his hands up and down your legs you were shocked and pleasantly surprised when he moved them to your ass, squeezing your buttocks through your panties.

You were even more surprised when he slipped his hands into your panties, pressing them against the bare skin of your butt.

“I really, REALLY want to have you naked and laid out in front me so I can see and kiss every inch of your body, Y/N.”

Those were words you’d never in a million years expected to hear from Spencer Reid but yet they’d just left his mouth and you felt yourself becoming even more turned on than you were before.

Cocking your head towards the bedroom, you did your best to cross the room in what you hoped was a sexy walk, hoping to God that Spencer was actually following you. Almost as soon as you were through the door, his hands were on you again, not quite as gentle as before. His movements were fuelled by a passion inside of him and it showed. You didn’t mind though. Your bra was unhooked in seconds, being pulled down your arms and being tossed somewhere onto the floor as Spencer dropped to his knees again to drag your panties off leaving you entirely naked and exposed.

He started to place wet open mouthed kisses up your legs, starting at your ankle and slowly working up to the tops of your thighs, before crossing over to the other leg, avoiding your most sensitive area. Your legs felt shaky and you tangled one hand into his luscious hair doing your best to not fall over.

“So beautiful… ” you could hear him murmuring into your skin as he repeated his kisses up and down your legs, a hand pressed firmly against your butt cheek and lightly squeezing.

“Spence….” your leg shook again and Reid pulled away from you shuffling forward on his knees and forcing you to walk backwards until the backs of your legs hit the bed.

“Lie down,” he whispered, remaining on the floor and looping a hand around your ankle, making it so that you were laying with your butt on the edge of the bed.

“This hardly seems fair that you’re still dressed. Even the playing field a bit please?”

Spencer obliged and you saw his tee shirt whiz over your head as he removed it and threw it into the corner of the room, still knelt between your legs. Gripping your thighs, he pushed them wide open opening you to him completely. You could feel how wet you were already, knowing he could see it too. Spencer ran a finger teasingly up and down your slit and you watched open mouthed as he then bought that finger to his lips, tasting it. Not that you’d ever imagined what Spencer would be like in the bedroom but if you had, you were sure it would have been a far cry from what was actually happening.

Lowering his head, Spencer kissed and nipped along you inner thigh again. This time though, he didn’t stop. You glanced down to the end of the bed seeing his eyes locked on yours as he placed the flat of his tongue on you, licking a thick stripe from bottom to top, flicking your clit. You gasped as he briefly hit the spot. He did it again, this time placing his hands on you and using them to very gently pull the fleshy skin back, so he had clear access. His tongue stayed on your pulsating clit though this time rather than flicking off it and you gripped the bed covers as he started to circle it, using the exact amount of pressure you needed.

Your moans became more frequent and louder, your appreciation spurring him on as he worked you with his tongue, moving the sensitive nerve bundle from side to side, back and forth. When he slipped first one, then two fingers inside you, curling them against the pebbled area of your inner front wall, you knew it wouldn’t be long and less than two minutes later you were gasping out his name as your hips bucked off the bed, forcing yourself harder against his mouth as you came.

You felt Spencer retract, you suddenly feeling very empty as you watched him wipe his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before standing and pushing his jeans and underwear down. You tried not to stare at his impressive length as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you.

Reaching your hand up, you tugged him down to you, crashing your lips against his and tasting the slightly bitter taste of yourself on his mouth. Spreading your legs, you locked them around Spencer’s waist so that he was forced against you, his cock nudging at your entrance.

Pulling his lips away it was Spencer who remembered the all important question. “Condom?”

“Contraceptive implant. Definitely clean though so it’s entirely up to you.” You hated condoms hence the implant and regular testing. You were quite certain Spencer would be okay too but you waited for his confirmation.

“I am too, can we… go without then?”

You nodded and quickly slipped your hand between your bodies, grasping him and lining him up, your mouths opening simultaneously as he pushed inside, inch by inch.

He began to move slowly at first and then gaining pace as you moulded to his shape, bucking your hips up against his.

“Fuck….oh fuck,” Reid groaned, trying to shake his hair back out of his eyes. You reached up and pushed it back behind his ears. Wriggling, you raised your legs higher trying to feel him as deep inside as you could. He shifted, moving one leg at a time up over his shoulders.

“Jesus fucking…. Oh God,” the new position had him hitting directly against your sweet spot as he thrust in and out, your walls clamping down around him. It made it tighter for him too and you could see him struggling to last.

“Harder please” you rasped out, knowing you weren’t going to come again but enjoying the feeling nonetheless.

“I’ll… I’ll come if I do,” Spencer whispered, sweat shimmering on his forward.

“So? You’ve already made me come with your mouth. It’s your turn now. Hard and fast, just the way I like it.”

He obliged, slamming into you with a renewed ferocity that had you crying out in pleasure. No more than thirty seconds and his face contorted in that telltale grimace, his body juddering and his breathing ragged. Spencer allowed your legs to drop to the mattress, as he lowered his body down, resting his head on your chest as he panted.

You stroked his hair lightly, then enormity of what you’d just done hitting you.

“So…. That was some massage”

Reid chuckled, his body shaking against yours as he did causing him to slip out. You winced, hating the feeling of liquid seeping out onto your sheets. You’d live with it for the moment.

You continued stroking his hair, waiting for him to speak. He opened his mouth a few times, closing it again as he tried to figure out exactly how to respond. Things had escalated extremely quickly and now you both had to deal with the aftermath.

You just hoped he didn’t think it was a mistake.

“Y/N….. In case it wasn’t blindingly obvious by what we just did, I like you.”

Finally….

“Well that’s good. And in case you didn’t already know, I’m not in the habit of allowing guys I don’t like to give me that type of massage.”

He chuckled again and you grinned. Spencer raised his head, looking you directly in the eyes.

“So we like each other then”

You nodded at him, “I’d say so. Funny how that happens.”

“So…. Maybe tomorrow we could go out for dinner?”

“Or you could stay and we could go for breakfast. Or breakfast in bed.”

“Or we could do that. I fully support that option.”

“I thought you might,” you smiled at him.

“You’re sleeping on the wet patch though….”

Dating Spencer Reid Would Include

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

  • He’d be so shy and nervous.
  • Lots of blushing from him.
  • He’d stumble over his words.
  • You’d find it adorable.
  • Derek would tease him about his crush.
  • Lots of convincing from the team to get him to ask you on a date.
  • He’d take you to his favorite restaurant.
  • You’d spend the night talking and laughing.
  • After dinner, the two of you would go for a walk.
  • Sitting together on the jet (if you work together).
  • If you’re not in the BAU, you would have to be very understanding of the amount of time he spends traveling for his job.
  • Being close to the entire team (if you’re not in the BAU).
  • Especially JJ and Derek.
  • Loving it when he rambles off random facts.
  • He’d love to suggest books for you to read.
  • He’d even bring you some books.
  • He’d recommend documentaries for you to watch together.
  • Watching old films together.
  • You’d get him to watch some of your favorite things too.
  • Attending Comic-Con together.
  • Despite him being the smartest guy in the room, he would never make you feel less intelligent than him.
  • Wearing his sweaters around the apartment.
  • He would love seeing you in his clothes.
  • Swapping time between your apartment and his apartment.
  • You’d love to cook together.
  • Listening to Mozart and Beethoven and other classical artists.
  • Dancing together to the music.
  • Playing chess together.
  • Going to visit his mom in Las Vegas with him.
  • He was nervous to introduce the two of you at first but was relieved when she accepted you as part of the family.
  • The two of you would call her every weekend and visit her when you can.
  • If you have a particular interest that he doesn’t share with you, he will learn everything he can about it.
  • He’d notice things that other people wouldn’t.
  • Like the subtle signs that you’re upset.
  • He’d bring you your favorite candy or a hot chocolate to cheer you up.
  • If you were up for talking about why you were upset, he’d sit and listen to you.
  • You’d do the same for him if he was upset.
  • You’d bring him his favorite book and chocolate frosted doughnuts with sprinkles that you know he loves.
  • Just like he does for you, you’d listen to him about why he was upset if he wanted to talk about it.
  • Play fights.
  • He’d love to tickle you.
  • Mainly just to hear you laugh.
  • Cuddles.
  • Especially after a case.
  • Forehead kisses.
  • Cheek kisses.
  • Sweet and slow kisses.
  • All kinds of kisses.
  • He was quite nervous and shy the first time you had sex.
  • Giggly sex.
  • Always reminding him just how loved and valued he is.
  • Him laying his head in your lap while you’re sitting on the couch.
  • Playing with his hair.
  • Singing or humming his favorite songs (especially when he’s feeling down).
  • Pet names.
  • “Babe/Baby.”
  • “Sweetie.”
  • “Hunnie.”
  • “My sweet genius.”
  • “My love.”
  • Romantic dates.
  • Eventually moving in together.
  • Talking about the possibility of having a family and getting married.
  • Long, in-depth conversations about anything and everything to do with the world.
  • Always looking out for each other.
  • Being able to make each other laugh uncontrollably even when you really don’t want to laugh.
  • “I love you.”
  • “I love you too.”

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Blow Your Mind

Originally posted by lovershub

Request- ‘Can you please write one where you have really rough sex with Reid?’

Part 3 of SMUTmas!


 ‘He is so hot!’ You exclaimed, pointing at the actor on the TV. ‘Look at him in his FBI vest. I would want him to slam me against a wall and fuck me senseless.’

You took a sip of your drink, and turned to your boyfriend, FBI genius Spencer Reid, who was staring at you in disbelief.

‘Y/N, I’m an FBI agent too?’ Spencer questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

You laughed. ‘Yes, I know that. But you’re quite, well, lovey-dovey in bed. I couldn’t imagine you being rough with me.’

Spencer leant forward and removed the mug from your hand.

‘Oh, Y/N, I could Blow. Your. Mind.’ He whispered into your ear, as a moan involuntarily escaped from your mouth.

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Irresponsible and Overbearing

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Spencer Reid x Reader

The air in the BAU was tense enough to cut through. Spencer and Y/N were giving each other looks crueler than ones the entire team got from unsubs combined. The members of the BAU just looked on curiously at their teammates trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Spencer and Y/N had been married for a couple years and Y/N had been pregnant for a couple of months. The two adored each other. Every single day when they were dating, and even to this day, Spencer brought a cup of Y/N’s favorite coffee (now decaf) and a pastry on special occasions to Y/N’s desk. Spencer had lead up to asking Y/N out by leaving items that reminded Y/N of her childhood with a note. The first day it was a Tomagochi, that Garcia had ultimately stolen from her. The second day he left Y/N’s favorite Shel Silverstein book, The Giving Tree, which she had lost the year before during her move to Quantico. The final day, which happened to be her birthday, he left the full set of the Harry Potter series in Arabic, the language that Y/N was trying to teach herself.

Spencer and Y/N were that one couple. They were the couple that everyone hated, because of how sappy they were, yet the couple that everyone wanted to be, because of how well one complemented the other. Y/N made Spencer actually for once admit that he might sometimes be wrong. And Spencer helped Y/N gain so much self-confidence, that she had previously lacked.

They had only ever seen Y/N and Spencer ever get into one fight. Y/N had found some Dilaudid in Spencer’s safe which he used to store his gun. Everyone had thought that the two were going to break up. Spencer was mad that Y/N was “snooping” and Y/N was mad that Spencer still kept the one thing that had almost ruined his life. Spencer, after he thought about it for a while, had realized that Y/N was only upset that he had had to go through that experience on his own. And Y/N had realized that having Dilaudid, although he never wanted to use it again, gave Spencer a bizarre sense of competence. He felt power knowing that if he had wanted to he could go back to the euphoric feeling that came with every high, but had chosen each and every single day not to. Although neither Y/N nor Spencer told the other about these revelations that had come with this fight, at least not that night.

That fight had occurred within the first year of them dating and now they were married 3 years and pregnant. The team was confused. Especially Agent Lewis, as she hadn’t been there to see the first fight occur.  

Finally, JJ grew up the courage to ask, “What on earth are you two fighting about?”.

“Y/N is irresponsible!” exclaimed Spencer.

Their teammates looked shocked as they had never seen Spencer ever insult anyone, let alone Y/N the love of his life.

“Please, Spencer is being overprotective and overbearing” spatted out Y/N.

“Okay, pretty boy you gotta break this down for the rest of us” said Derek.

“Y/N keeps on getting mad at me for making sure she’s healthy during the pregnancy of OUR child” said Spencer, emphasizing the word OUR.

“I wouldn’t get mad if he didn’t feed me rabbit food. I don’t care if I’m Popeye, no one should be eating spinach 24/7. I HATE SPINACH!” yelled Y/N.

The team finally started to understand what was going on in the heads of their favorite couple. Spencer, as big a heart he had, was trying to limit what Y/N could eat and he took it a bit too far like he tended to do. And Y/N was just sick and tired of being forced to eat healthy foods.

“Spencer, listen to me, you’ve got to let Y/N eat what she craves as well as healthy foods” said JJ comfortingly.

“Reid, don’t go overboard or Y/N will hate you, trust me” added Hotch.

While Penelope added, “you both just have to remember that you love each other and when you fight it breaks our hearts” before wrapping Y/N in a light hug.

“I guess I can cut down on the spinach, and let you have things you crave, but only if you eat more vegetables” said Spencer.

“I’ll only eat more vegetables if you promise to tell me when I’m being a hormonal bitch” said Y/N before going over to where Spencer was sitting and hugging him as tight as she could, without ending blood flow to the future Annabel Diana Reid.

Spencer chuckled before pulling down Y/N so that she could sit in his lap, and rubbing her just visible baby bump. The others smiled as they looked onto their resident genius and Y/N, look happier than they had ever been.

“Hey Spence?” started Y/N.

“Yeah?” asked Spencer.

“Can I get pistachio ice cream?” continued Y/N as their teammates started to snicker.

Spencer just grinned before he pressed a loving kiss to Y/N’s cheek.

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A/N - Spring Break is over :( I’ll try my best to keep posting imagines! I hope you guys like this and please leave me comments! And remember request ARE STILL OPEN! I love ya’ll!

Do it again

A/N: This request came from @skybenedetto requesting SpencerXReader with the dialogue prompt “you just kissed me.” “how observant.”

I hope you like it! It was super fun to write :)

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You’re the Boss

Pairing: Hotchner x Reader

Requested by anon: could you write imagine with Hotch,where the reader step-sister Penelope and helps her with her work (like an Intern).Once Hotch was asked to help the reader with something and she is trying to “quietly” seduce him.Aaron understands this and talks to her about it,but she continues to seduce him. Hotch tries to pull away,because she’s many years younger,but in the end loses,and it leads to hot sex in his office. Sorry if this is too much detail.Even if you do not accept,in any case, thank you :)

A/N:  When I talked about having a naughty dream, another anon asked for some rough sex with Hotch, and this only seemed fitting to the matter.  So major smut warning ahead.  Features a ‘sir’ kink and a bit of spanking in case anyone isn’t into that…

Originally posted by aarongregthomas

“I know it doesn’t sound that exciting, but my dearest pineapple, you have to start from somewhere,” Penelope said to her stepsister, handing her a stack of files.

“I know, I know.  Only way is up,” Y/N replied, grabbing the files and papers that she’d be instructed to organize in the filing cabinets.  Being an intern at the FBI may not have been the dream job, but it was going to look good on the resume and slowly but surely, she’d be able to climb the federal ladder.

“Garcia, do you have your debriefing paperwork?” Aaron Hotchner asked from his office door.  Y/N’s attention focused to the Unit Chief of the BAU.  The man had actually caught her attention since the minute she walked into the bullpen, his dark and stern gaze giving her goosebumps, the good kind.

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The First Time In Forever

A/N despite the title, this has NOTHING to do with Frozen. Lol.

Spencer x Reader

“I’m sorry, but you’ve never had an orgasm?”

Your best friend Spencer Reid was staring at you with an incredulous look on his face, turning away from the Game of Thrones episode you were watching.

One and half bottles of wine and a GoT-athon, and the conversation had turned… wrong. Just plain wrong.

You can’t even remember what exactly had happened on the screen to make you comment that you’d never had an orgasm, but as soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them.

You were open with your best friend, but not that open. Although… rather than blushing like you’d have expected him to, he just seemed shocked and appalled.

“Nope,” you replied, seeing his eyes bug out.

“Are you sure? Y/N, you’re 27.”

“I’m well aware of how old I am, Spencer. And yes. I’m sure. At least… I think I am.”

He quickly topped his wine glass up, this revelation was obviously making him turn to drink. Well, more to the booze that he already had.

“You think? Explain…. Because you’ve come to into work before raving about guys you’ve banged.”

“So you DO listen to those conversations…” You were surprised, he normally just rolled his eyes and buried his head in a file.

“I listen because you and Penelope talk very loudly, although sometimes it’s at a pitch that I’m sure only dogs can hear…. Ouch! Don’t hit me! Anyway… Stop going off track.” He rubbed his arm where you’d hit it.

“Why are you obsessed with this bit on information anyway? Does it matter that I’ve never had an earth shattering moment. I still enjoy fucking.”

“But what’s the point if there’s no orgasms? And what do you do when you can’t sleep at night?”

“Spencer Reid!! Well, next time your eyes are darker than normal, I’ll know what you’ve been doing all night. And there’s plenty of point.. Sex is fun. And it still feels good. Its just….I dunno. No man has ever managed to make me tremble. At least, that’s what I’m led to believe happens.”

“And… Erm.. You’ve never managed to make it happen either yourself?” The tiniest amount of pink appeared on his cheeks.

“I’m getting you drunk more often, Spence. The team would never EVER imagine you having this conversation. And no. I’ve tried.”

“You must be doing it wrong. I’ll send you some links later on how to masturbate properly.”

You shifted on the couch, your jaw dropping. “You will not! And anyway…. You don’t even have a vagina. What makes you so sure that I’m doing it wrong?”

“Because if you were doing it right, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“And you think you know how to do it right?” You knocked back the last of your drink.

“Yep… Never had any complaints when I’ve been getting a girl off. And I used to talk Austin through doing it all the time when we couldn’t see each other.”

You spluttered your drink out, wiping your mouth with your hand.

“Austin… That bartender you used to see? You’re saying you used to have phone sex with her?”

“Yes.”

“I am learning so many new things here tonight Spencer.” You shook your head at your friend and colleague, feeling buzzed.

“If you let me send you the links, you’ll learn something else too.”

“Spencer!!”

“What.. Orgasms are one of the best things about life. Everyone deserves to have them, especially you. It’s a travesty that you’re not sure if you’ve had one or not. You’re missing out.”

You couldn’t not laugh at this conversation. You knew Spencer wasn’t as sweet and innocent as everyone made him out to be, he couldn’t be, he was a grown man. A very attractive grown man. But still….

“Spencer, this sounds like the plot of a really really bad porno. Any second now and you’ll be offering to give me one,” you sniggered.

“I will if you want. I could either talk you through getting yourself off, or just do it for you.”

“Reid, I was joking.”

“I’m not. Offer stands. Like I say, everyone deserves orgasms.”

You became very quiet all of a sudden and you realised you were actually considering his offer. You did sometimes feel like you missing out, and maybe you were doing something wrong… You still enjoyed sex and stuff but it would be nice if you got to finish too. You’d just never had that knee trembling, deity worshiping moment.

You completely blamed the wine for this.

..

Half an hour later, after the rest of the wine, much deliberation on your part, and much assurance on Spencer’s part that no this didn’t mean anything, no this wasn’t his way of trying to get you into bed although it would be easier to do this in the bed, and no he wouldn’t have to see anything, and you were lying in bed.

You were under the covers with your pants off but your underwear on and Spencer was lying on top of the covers, propped up in his side. The lights were out and the only light came from a thin sliver of moonlight where your drapes weren’t quite meeting.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t look at me whilst we do this,” you whispered.

“Fair enough.” Spencer rolled onto his back, looking up at ceiling.

“Sooo….”

“Alright so erm…. Try thinking about something that does turn you on. Maybe a sexy scene from a movie or something,” Spencer’s voice had dropped and had become a soft, low cadence that was soothing but instructive.

You closed your eyes and tried to picture your favourite sexy scene.

This just felt wrong.

“Start running your hands over your body first, slowly feeling your skin. Pay attention to your breasts, maybe pinch a nipple or something.”

You did as he asked, feeling extremely self conscious about what you were doing. You let your hands move up and down your body a few times, squeezing your breasts and teasing a nipple through your vest. You’d removed your bra when you’d got in but had refused to get naked. You so couldn’t do this….it felt.. Silly.

“Reid, I can’t do this.”

“You can if you want to,” he told you.

“It feels silly doing it to myself with you here. Like I’m listening to an instructional video or something.”

He rolled to his side again. “You could just let me do this for you this once. And then when you know what you’re missing out on, maybe you’ll feel more inclined to figure it out for yourself.”

“But…. It’s weird…”

“Only if we make it weird. It’s up to you Y/N.”

“Erm….Oh God. Okay… Do it,” you felt yourself blushing horrendously as Spencer pulled the covers back and slid under, lying closer to you and rolling onto his side so that he was facing you. He tugged the cover down slightly to your waist and then placed his hand on your tummy.

Lazily he began drawing patterns with his finger tips, them skimming over the fabric of your vest top.

“Relax, Y/N. Relax,” He said in that same low voice and you let out a breath, keeping your eyes closed.

Spencer’s hand stayed in the safety zone for a while, gently stroking your stomach, your arms, your shoulders. It was relaxing, and you felt yourself beginning to feel more at ease with this. It was just Reid. He wasn’t bothered by this, why should you be?

He let his hands move lower under the covers, tickling the tops of your thighs lightly, grazing over the soft material of your underwear as he moved his hand back up, sliding it over your stomach and onto your breast.

“Many men actually neglect the breasts, they assume that woman don’t actually find having their breasts fondled all that sexy. In actual fact, the majority of woman have said that they wish their partner would spend more time on them, some woman even claim to have climaxed solely from having their nipples stimulated.”

As he said that last part he spread his fingers and then closed them slowly, catching your nipple between them. Moving his hand gently back and forth, he rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your breathing hitched as he used his fingers to swipe over the now hardened nub, teasing it gently.

“Am I allowed to…..?” he moved his hand to the strap of your vest and you nodded, still keeping your eyes shut as he pulled down your top, exposing your breasts to him. You thought you detected a change in his own breathing but you couldn’t be sure. Feeling him moving on the bed, he heard his voice again.

“Can I….can I use my mouth?”

Oh fuck….

“Not down there you can’t!” you blurted out, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Okay. But I can use it here?” he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the sensation causing you to bite your lip. You nodded.

Spencer lowered his mouth to the breast closest to him and moved his hand over to the other one. He began peppering light kisses over the swell of your chest as his fingers circled and teased the puckered flesh of your other breast. You weren’t going to lie, the sensation was wonderful and you started to forget the awkwardness of the situation and to actually enjoy it. His lips slipped over your nipple, pursing around it and sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it as he pulled it’s twin at the same time. You moaned, not beings able to stop the sound.

You could feel his lips change shape, he was smiling at the sound. Carrying on he repeated his actions, grazing his teeth over the skin and sending jolts of pleasure down into your groin. Giving one long hard suck, he released it from his mouth and dragged his hand down your torso and over your panties.

“I need you to spread your legs slightly. You’re clenching them shut,” Spencer whispered and you realised you were. You moved them, allowing him access.

He placed his palm flat on your groin and began rubbing his hand back and forth, applying a small amount of pressure, but not particularly paying attention to any one area.

“Another mistake guys make is going straight for either the clitoris or the vagina, forgetting the whole area is sensitive, even more so once someone is aroused. The clitoris is the most sensitive part though, it has over eight thousand sensory nerve endings all in a tiny area. Some woman can come in a matter of seconds from having their clit stimulated, others take longer, even up to hour. So you have to be patient. But most people aren’t that patient, which is where you could be missing out.”

He ran his hand up and down your covered centre and you winced slightly, realising that your panties must be feeling damp.

“Can I take these off? We can leave them on if you’re uncomfortable…. ”

You raised your hips in response, helping him quickly pull them off and then settle his hand back between your thighs. He’d already seen your breasts, to hell with it.

“Are you sure I can’t use my mouth down there?” he asked again, his long fingers dragging up and down.

“I’m sure… Cos it’s not like I’ll be able to do that to myself right?”

“True…..”

You allowed your legs to move slightly further apart as his hand explored.

“So if you’re doing this yourself, you need to remember to that keeping lubricated is important. Chaffing can be a problem, for guys and girls. Don’t start stimulating your clit when it’s dry, in my experience, the sensation is better when it’s wet. You can use lube, or you can lick your fingers first. Or you can use your own arousal, like this.”

To demonstrate, he pushed the tips of two of his fingers into your opening and you gasped. Retracting them he slid them forward, using the slick from his fingers as lube.

“You’re so wet, Y/N.”

“Spencer! Don’t say shit like that to me….. ”

But oh god, how delicious it had sounded coming from his mouth.

“Why… It’s the truth. It’s good, it means what we’re doing is working.”

“What you’re doing you…..oh…. Ah…”

Your words trailed off as he pressed his fingers to your clit and began massaging it, moving his fingers in a circular motion at first, he’d then switched to a more pressured side to side movement, changing between the two.

“There’s so many nerves ending here, Y/N. You can’t really go wrong with how you stimulate them. Some people use their whole hand to massage it like I’m doing now. Others just use one or two fingers like this.”

He changed his positioning, applying just two fingers directly to your clit and rubbing faster. The pressure was more localised than with his whole hand and felt more intense. He carried on for a few minutes, heavy breaths exhaling from your body. You bent one of your legs at the knee and placed your foot flat to the bed, your legs suddenly feeling restless.

“Other woman like having their clit tapped or smacked.” He demonstrated again, making a tapping motion on you. It felt okay, but not fantastic and you shook your head.

“Not a fan? Some girls aren’t. Okay and then we have that magic elusive spot that some people can never seem to find. The g spot.”

He slid his fingers through your folds, your lips separating as he slid two fingers inside you, your hips bucking off the bed as he did.

“Most women need clitoral stimulation to come, which is why most don’t orgasm during penetration itself unless they or their partner is playing with the clit too. That’s a mistake that men make, not working the clit as well or even being offended when the woman starts to touch it herself. They’re missing out though. There’s nothing better than being inside a woman whilst she orgasms, trust me.”

He started moving his fingers slowly inside, curling them.

“The most sensitive part of your vagina is the first two thirds, or there is a spot right at the top called the A spot, but that’d hard to reach by yourself. Your g spot is located about two to three centimetres along the front wall and feels pebbly and rough. You can’t feel it unless you’re aroused. So you should be able to feel this… ”

Spencer pressed his fingers to it and you felt the familiar sensation that you felt during sex. Rather than thrusting his hand in and out, he simply manoeuvred his fingers against it making you start to pant.

“Y/N, use your hand on yourself.”

You followed his instructions and slid your hand between your legs, using two fingers rather than the whole hand. You tried to mirror his actions from before, feeling light headed as he worked his fingers inside you.

“You can use your other hand to pull back the clitoral hood if you like, but some woman find it too sensitive.”

“This… This is fine… Ugh… Oh.”

This WAS fine… More than fine in fact. It was….Oh god there were no words to describe it.

“Apply a bit more pressure, Y/N. ”

“Help me…” you gasped out as he slid his hands from inside you and placed his fingers over yours.

Interlocking his hand with yours he pressed down, guiding you in your movements.

“Your skin is flushed and I can hear your heart racing.” He lowered his head back to your chest and sucked your nipple back into his mouth as your hands moved together between your legs.

Your leg started to twitch and you tried to slow your movements, feeling slightly funny.

“Nope… Carry on. Let go, Y/N. You’re nearly there. ”

Spencer continued working his fingers against yours, his lips sucking against your chest.

Your gasps grew louder and your legs trembled, your hips involuntarily bucking from the mattress. You could feel a pounding in your head, hear the blood rushing through your veins. Every nerve ending in your body seemed to be on fire and you felt like you’d never felt before.

“Oh god…. Oh fuck… Oh fuck, Spencer.” Was this coming? Oh jeez, it had to be….. You could feel yourself contracting inside, your whole body quivering. You were dizzy but in the best possible way, and you continued to expel expletives from your mouth as the feeling racked through you, subsiding after around twenty seconds or so, although it felt like longer.

Spencer removed his mouth from your chest and his hand from yours, and you felt him wipe it on the sheets. You did the same with yours, and then slowly opened your eyes to see Spencer looking very pleased with himself.

You couldn’t speak, not yet. You just lay there, trying to regulate your breathing for a few minutes. When you finally could think straight, you realised your boobs were still on display and you hurriedly pulled your top back up.

“Shame…. I was enjoying looking at those,“ came the comment from your companion.

You glanced over at him, a smirk on his face.

“So?” he asked.

“I both love you and hate you for that.”

“Why both?”

“Because you were right. That was the best feeling ever. And I definitely hadn’t had one. But if I can’t replicate that myself when I’m alone…..”

“You will. Now you know what you’re doing.” he told you.

“But if I can’t?” You felt shy again.

“Then…..I can always help you. Or do it for you. I don’t mind. And it’s not like I’m not getting anything out of it. Giving an attractive girl orgasms makes me feel good too.”

“You think I’m attractive?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. I’m not blind.”

Oh.

Hmmm.

“What about….what about actually making you feel good. Like… Well. Finishing you off too.”

“Well,I’m not gonna lie, that was extremely frustrating for me. But I enjoyed it. And I’ll just cold shower when I get home or something.”

Or something. You giggled, knowing what the ‘or something’ might be.

You shifted your position on the bed, moving closer to him and placing your hand on his groin, seeing the surprised look on his face.

“Hey, no. I didn’t do this to get something in return.”

“I know you didn’t. But I want to. I may not have been able to get myself off, but experience tells me that I’m quite good at getting other people off. And we’ve already crossed the friendship line of no return. Why not cross it even further. If you want to….”

Feeling a twitch underneath your hand, you waited until he nodded and moved to the buttons of his jeans.

“Spence… ” you stopped. “Thanks, by the way.”

“You’re welcome.”

Grinning, you started unbuttoning his jeans, feeling happier now you knew you could pay him back.

Plot: y/n challenges Spencer to relay facts while he fucks her.

Word count:1517

A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN

It’d been a long day for Spencer,not because work was tough, he was used to that, but because you had decided to rile him up for the entirety of it. Spencer had never been a possessive or even a really jealous boyfriend when it came to other people flirting with you because he knew your heart belonged to him, but when it was the other way around there was little he could do to fight off that pit in his stomach. So when both of you were tasked to stay at the Florida main office to help with the profile and you decided it would be ‘fun’ to flirt with the lead detective let’s just say he wasn’t okay with that.

Watching you flirt with the detective in Florida and not being able to tell him to back off made his blood boil and his fists clench on instinct. Watching you caress his muscles and laugh at what was probably a lame joke made him wanna fight the guy. Watching you shamelessly push out your butt to the detective as you bent over to pick up something you dropped made him want to keep you bent over and make you scream, but watching you suck “innocently” on one of those godforsaken lollipops that Garcia insisted on giving out and direct your eye contact to that detective made him want to fuck you until there was no doubt in your mind that you were his.

It wasn’t the poor guy’s fault, Spencer knew that you were flirting with him to make him jealous, but the things you made him want to do to people you flirted with were not good.

You knew what you were doing, flirting with that detective in front of Spencer to get him going, the lollipop, the bending over, the laughs and caresses, you knew exactly what you were doing. Spencer liked to believe that he wasn’t possessive but he was, you knew from experience. Of course he would never admit it in public or even to your face but in the bedroom, that was a different story. Last time you’d riled him up the way you were doing at the moment, the bruises on your hips from him holding you flush against him stayed behind for weeks reminding you of the fun. Just thinking about it made you have to tightly clasp your thighs together.

The entire car ride to your hotel was silent, neither of you daring to speak.

The elevator ride to your shared room was full of sexual tension your finger tips aching to reach out and touch him. Feel his skin on your skin, his lips on your lips, aching to just feel him, his presence, his touch.

Hearing the click of your hotel room door as it unlocked was like music to your ears because you knew that the moment that door shut behind you the fun would ensue.

“You’ve been a bad bad girl you know that right y/n” Spencer growled in your ear his hot breath sending a chill all the way down your spine and directly to your core. “I don’t know what your talking about”, you spoke feigning innocence as your knees trembled eager for what was to come. “Don’t play dumb with me y/n”, Spencer spat feigning harshness causing you to let out a low groan. “What you were doing with that detective didn’t go unnoticed, ” Spencer said as his lips hovered over yours ever so slightly denying you the kiss you so desperately craved “the way you caressed his biceps and let your hand linger for longer than necessary, pretended you were attracted to him? You know exactly what that’s been doing to me”. “What are you gonna do about it pretty boy” , you quipped in an attempt to maintain the little control you knew you had. “I’m gonna let you squirm”, he said trailing one of his hands slowly down towards your core.

Gently he ghosted his obscenely large hand over your jean clad center in an attempt to tease you. Thinking you could be sneaky you bucked your hips forward in an attempt to gain even a minimal amount of friction only for your hips to be slammed down against the wall by Spencer’s other hand. “Fuck that’s gonna leave a bruise”, you breathed feeling achey but loving the feeling of having Spencer be rough. “It probably won’t,depending on the amount of tough skin tissue you have on your body”, Spencer chided as he began leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck and made his way to the dip between your breasts.

“You’re being such a smart ass right now since I’m the one being teased but let’s see how you do when it’s your turn”, you panted feeling the effects of Spencer’s advances heightening your pleasure. “Oh” Spencer hummed sarcastically as he finally let his hand rest fully on your center and causing you to let out an involuntary moan. “I-I’d l-love …oh god…to see you spout…Jesus fuck…bullshit facts like that when….mmphm….you’re inside me”, you moaned as Spencer began to move his thumb in light circular motions denying you the rough friction you yearned for. “Is that challenge”, he questioned halting his movements entirely. “So what if it is” you taunted taking that opportunity to catch your breath and compose yourself.

Unfortunately you didn’t have much time to do so before Spencer had swooped you up in his arms and carried you to the table in the center of the room. In one quick chain of events he had your back pressed against the mahogany surface with nothing but your panties on.

“So you’re just gonna leave those on are you?”, you jested a hint of playfulness lacing your voice. Spencer moving your panties to the side and positioning himself at your entrance being the thing to make you shut up and brace yourself.

Slowly Spencer pushed his cock into your wet core allowing you time to adjust before speaking again “don’t make a sound or I stop”, he said his voice more of a low growl than anything else.

If felt like hours before Spencer decided he could begin to move but when he finally did you swore you were close. “When…fuck…you orgasm, your body produces quadruple…ah…the usual amount of the bonding hormone oxytocin…meaning that….ahh god…you’re more likely to develop….holy shit you’re so…fuck…tight…feelings for the person…jesus…you’re having sex with”, Spencer sputtered as he pumped into you and punctuated each word with a moan or groan.

“Spence…I’m close”, you breathed watching a glint of mischief flash in Spencer’s eyes and before you knew it he’d flipped you over ,dick still in between your thighs, and was pounding into you mercilessly from behind.

“You know”, Spencer began as he slowed his movements, “the average woman only needs around 8 minutes to orgasm I want….fuck…to see if we can beat that time”. His words set your skin on fire and brought you ever closer to your release.

Saying that Spencer was pounding into you mercilessly was an understatement as each thrust was faster and harder than the last making you throw caution to the wind and be as loud as you wanted. “levels of self-control…mmphm…decrease during orgasm, while the area of our brain related to 'moral reasoning’ also dips…god…which would explain why you’re still screaming even though I told you to be quiet”, Spencer spoke loudly and breathlessly making sure you could hear him over your obscene moans.

“Spence…spence….I’m cumming”, you whimpered as your frame began to shake and Spencer took a fistful of your hair tugging harshly and used it as leverage to thrust into you deeper fucking you through your orgasm. “Seventy per cent of women have faked an orgasm…”, Spencer began as he moaned feeling your tight wet walls clench around his cock. “Surefire ways he can tell it’s real include retraction of the clitoral hood just before orgasm, a racing heart, dilated pupils, vaginal muscle spasms, arched feet and stiffened nipples.” he said as his hands made their way from you hair to your breasts.

“A woman’s orgasm can last any where from 25 to 30 seconds”, He said ,fingers rolling your nipples, as he thrusted into you a few more times and released himself inside of you. “5 minutes and 35 seconds, not bad”, he panted as a chuckle escaped your lips. “I can’t believe you actually kept count you dork”, you sighed, as Spencer pulled out of you and turned you to face him.

“you’re mine, and I’m yours, do you get that”, Spencer spoke softly as his forehead came to rest on yours. “I do”, you said equally as soft. It wasn’t an I love you, but it was enough.

Deciding things had become heartfelt enough Spencer suggested you ought to get cleaned up and offered to share the shower with you to “save some water” which you immediately agreed to.

A/N: I’m really really really sorry I haven’t been as active as I would like to be school has been kicking my ass. Hopefully you enjoy and if you do/did please leave some love like and reblog (I sound like a YouTuber I’m sorry lmao) and I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your day/nightxX

Because I’m Weird

Summary- Spencer likes someone at the BAU and gets encouraged by the team to ask her out. He makes up excuses for not asking her out. This gif is adorable and I just had to make a one shot out of it.

Originally posted by lukeassmanalvez

Ever since she’s joined, Spencer became infatuated with her.  He interacted with her a couple of times and those few times were the best times of his week.  She was smart, funny, and beautiful.  Oh god, she was beautiful. He loved her hair, he loved her eyes, and he loved her lips.  Oh those lips, he thought at least once a day.  He imagined himself kissing her gently yet passionate and he’d wrap his hands around-

“Reid.” Morgan practically shouts.

“What?” Spencer asks flusteredly.

“You’ve been distracted all week. Is it because of the new girl?” Morgan teases. 

“What, no!,” Spencer lies unconvincingly, trying to evade an interrogation.

“Reid’s got a crush,” Morgan jokes. Reid tried to escape, but it was too late.  The team surrounded Morgan, not allowing Reid to leave.

“On who?” JJ asks.

“The new girl,” Morgan answers, laughing at the blush forming on the genius’ face.

“She’s cute. You should go for it.” Emily suggests encouragingly.

“I don’t know,” Spencer mutters, a little ashamed.

“Why?” JJ asks.

“Because I’m weird,” he admits.

“Weird? How does that have anything to do with asking her out?” Morgan questions.

Reid starts, “ Girls don’t like weird guys. Actually, there was a study done by-”

“Just because there was a study, doesn’t mean that she doesn’t like you,” JJ assures.

“Well, she’s beautiful and I’m just me,” Spencer tells discouragingly.

“How would looks have anything to do with it?” Emily sighs, slowly getting annoyed with this conversation.

Spencer recites, “Actually researchers found that physical attractiveness of the partner was the strongest predictor of initial attraction for both men and women.”

“So? You’re not just you. And Y/n won’t just like you for your looks.” JJ states.

“Well,” Spencer thinks, running out of excuses,” she’s older than me. Studies show that in most cultures, women are more attracted to older men than they are to younger ones. Researchers explain that this is because men are capable of fathering children for nearly their entire adult lives and older men typically have more resources.”  

“She’s only older than you by a year or two. And you are only going on a date, she doesn’t need any resources.” Morgan responds with scrutiny.

“Well-” Reid starts but is unable to create another excuse.

“Exactly, ask her out. But if you don’t, ask her if she swings the other way.” Emily jokes and winks, then walks away. Spencer didn’t know what to do. The team is telling him to go for it, but he is afraid of rejection.  She’s just so, so perfect.  Spencer thought he could never have a shot with her.

“Spencer,” Hotch calls, interrupting Spencer’s thoughts.

Spencer enters Hotch’s office and asks, ”Yes?”

“I need you to take these to y/n. She needs them ASAP.” Hotch commands in his usual monotone voice.

“Um, can’t someone else do it?” Spencer asks, trying not to sound desperate.

“Morgan and Emily still have to finish paperwork, JJ’s delivering something else, and Rossi is giving a lecture.  Here are the papers.” Hotch orders, giving Spencer the papers whether he liked it or not.  Spencer reluctantly turned around to deliver the papers.  As he was walking, he read through the papers.

He wasn’t paying attention and didn’t realize what happened until he heard,”I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” Spencer closed the file and looked to see who it was. It was her. “Sorry Dr. Reid, I was so invested in this book that I wasn’t paying attention.” you apologize.

“Oh, it’s um okay. Oh and uh, you can call me Spencer,” he tells flusteredly, trying not to stutter too much.

“Oh, okay Spencer. What do you have there?” y/n questions curiously.

“It’s the papers you needed,” he states, holding them out.

“Oh, I don’t need those anymore.” She replies kindly.

“But Hotch said you needed them ASAP,” Spencer wonders out loud.

“No, I um, lost them and those were copies but I found the originals,” she explains, slightly confused by the situation. You could see that Spencer looked annoyed so you said, “I sent him an email this morning. Maybe he didn’t see it.”

“Yeah, maybe he didn’t see it,” Reid replies, but his voice showed that he didn’t believe those words.  

Y/n starts to turn around when Spencer asks,”Will you go out with me?” Well, more like blurts it. Spencer, feeling unconfident, rambles, “You don’t have to. It’s fine. It was really stupid of me. I don’t know why. Not like you’re not great. I’m an idiot. Not for asking you out for thinking I’d have a chance with you. I’m sorry.”

Y/n chuckles,”I’m free whenever.” Spencer didn’t realize that while he was rambling, she wrote her number down.

“I’m sor- wait yes. I will go- want to go out with you. Okay bye.” Spencer stutters.

“Um, Spencer?” Y/n asks, with a smile on her face.

“Yes?” he replies, already embarrassed by this situation.

“Don’t you want my phone number?” she questions while holding the small piece of paper.

“Oh yes. I um here’s mine.” Spencer awkwardly holds his card out and takes the paper from her hand.

“Bye Spencer.” Y/n waves lightly and walks away. Spencer looks at the paper. It had her number and underneath it said:

took you long enough to ask ;)