Spencer Reid Fanfic Novels & Stories

Our tongues duel, and Spencer tugs his fingers through my long blonde hair. It's a kiss I want to go on forever, but eventually, he pulls back slowly, taking my bottom lip with him for a few millimeters, continuing to lavish me with small, sweet, short kisses. Both of us are reluctant to let go. Our current kiss begins to deepen, and I tighten my grip on the hem of Spencer's polo shirt, but his lips are ripped away from me in one quick jerk. My eyes follow his, looking at his outstretched arm where Frankie pulls on the end of her leash. Spencer flicks a hand through his hair nervously. "I guess she's ready to go after all." His arm's tugged hard again, and he works to keep his upper body str

Cathy rolled her eyes, "if she would just woman up and fuck him." "Don't say such crude words, Cat." I watched in amusement as Cathy glared at Spencer. She hated being called Cat. "My poor virgin ears might bleed." Despite how outgoing I was, the three of them were the only friends I had. I and Spencer met in our senior year of high school. He was a transfer student and I was a nice girl who wouldn't let a person like that be friendless. Transitioning was always hard. When the time came for college, both of us applied for the same ones, the rest of our friends scattering across the globe. Spencer was half Korean and had the softest hair to ever exist. Even if his mother wasn't in the picture

My breath hitched, and for a moment, we just stood there, the air between us thick with history. Spencer had been my friend, my confidant, the man who’d stood by me through the darkest days of my custody battle with Elliot. But he’d also loved me, fiercely and hopelessly, even when I couldn’t return it. His move to Chicago, his divorce from Roseanne, his persistence—it had all been for me, and I’d broken his heart by choosing Elliot. Seeing him now, after months apart, stirred a mix of guilt and nostalgia. “Reese,” he said, his voice low, formal, as he straightened. “It’s… good to see you.”

"Fine. Maybe I don’t want to be responsible for your death. Are you happy now?" Reid chuckled and winced as it hurt. "You care for me." It wasn’t a question and before I could deny it, his hot lips brushed my throat. "I like it." The words sent a shiver down my spine. This was no longer the cold, controlling Reid that I knew. He was someone else now, someone who made my heart race dangerously. Which he shouldn’t be. "I'll get your medicine," I said firmly and squirmed out of his loosened grip. "Now."

Spencer looks pissed off. “Alfred! Don't spread rumors.” “Alfred, don't be afraid and tell me the truth.” And that's how I came to learn something new and refreshing about Spencer. Apparently, he was too fascinated by the drag queens in his childhood. He admired them so much that he tried applying make-up once but ended up looking like a failed art experiment. His family had a good time doing a photoshoot with him. Spencer looks absolutely pissed off as Alfred outs his vulnerable past so easily.

" Even though she loved Roan more than Roan loved her, she wanted this. Spencer looked at her lover. In her eyes, a mix of love, despair, sadness, and longing, and Roan didn't have to think twice about spencer’s invitation… Spencer lay on her bed, in her room. She couldn't sit because it hurt too much. Her first time was different from what she had imagined. It wasn't satisfying and it didn't feel nice at all, it only hurt. Roan had guided Spencer to lay down on the soft grass and then he had pulled her pants off. After widening spencer’s legs and positioning himself in between, he took her! He didn't even take off the rest of their clothes!

“Why don’t you get on the bed and find out? Since you’re so curious about gay sex, I can fuck you. Maybe you’d like it.” Spencer’s face twisted with rage. “Don’t you dare project your disgusting sickness onto me, faggot.” He shoved me with both hands, hard. I flew backward, crashing into the boards with a loud bang. Pain shot through my shoulder. “What the fuck? Get your hands off him!” Reed’s roar cut through the arena like thunder. Before I could even process it, he was there — grabbing Spencer by the jersey and slamming him against the glass. His fist flew, landing heavy punches across Spencer’s face.

It never deviates. "How was your date with Melissa?" I ask, rifling through my bag for my phone. He scoffs, but I detect a chuckle. I teased him a lot about Melissa, but I did it in good fun. He deserves to be happy away from me. I can't provide him with the happiness that I know we both crave. We have been flirting forever because that's all we can ever do, but I've always had this huge crush on him growing up. It was like a dream come true getting to work with him, but I quickly realized that that was all we could ever do, work together. We can't be together. The Murphy-Spencer relationship dictated that. Although being the first woman to rule the syndicate meant I could change the rules..

he said. “Don’t do this to yourself,” I said. “You know we can’t change the past.” “I’m going to be there for you and Malcom. Whatever you need,” he said. “I appreciate that.” I let go of Alec’s hand and moved closer to Spencer. Our relationship was new, untested, but he was trying. And there was no harm in me trying as well. I wrapped my arms around him, giving him a hug. Spencer tensed as if he wasn’t sure how to respond. Then he relaxed and threw his arms around me, pulling me closer.

Aleya giggled. MINE! We heard a growl, looked up and Spencer had Aleya wrapped in his arms, his face buried in her neck. MATE. He whispered in her ear. Whoa there handsome. She giggled. What do you mean mate? And who are you? She looked at him and was smiling widely. Spencer didn’t have a chance to speak before Spyder burst into the office. Where is she? He moved closer to Spencer and Aleya, he inhaled deeply. MATE. He growled. Uuhh …what the… Aleya asked wide eyed. Aleya, this is Spencer and Spyder Collins. Reign introduced them. Spencer, Spyder this is Aleya Blackburn. Queen Apryl’s niece and my cousin. She wiggled her eyes up and down. Both males visibly tensed. So, that means, we are now