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godsfavdarling · 2 months

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chapter 06

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: In the summer heat, Molly and Spencer's relationship flourished, filled with intense moments during the hot days.

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warnings: oral sex (female receiving, male receiving)

words: 1,8k

As the school year came to an end and summer unfolded with its July heat, Molly and Spencer found solace in each other's company. Their relationship, blooming slowly, had become a source of comfort and joy.

In the midst of the sweltering summer days, they had shared a few heated make-out sessions, their lips coming together in moments of passion.

However, beyond these intense exchanges, their relationship had yet to venture into further territories. The heat of the season seemed to mirror the simmering anticipation between them.

Now, in the midst of the summer heat, they sat together on Spencer's couch, indulging in ice cream.

Molly embraced the summer with her outfit – a charming short, sleeveless, red floral dress adorned with buttons. The dress featured delightful ruffle details on the shoulder straps and front, adding a touch of whimsy to her vibrant ensemble.

The heat lingered in the air, making conversation unnecessary.

In the midst of savoring their ice cream, Spencer's gaze wandered, drawn to Molly's bare thighs. He couldn't help but be captivated by her simple yet alluring presence.

Then Spencer's attention shifted, fixating on Molly's lips.

The way she savored the treat seemed to mesmerize him, and his gaze lingered on the subtle movements of her mouth.

His heart raced, skipping a beat each time that he watched the ice cream slip free. He could feel the slickness of her lips, the pillowy, malleable softness of her. He could taste the sweetness of the firm muscle of her tongue.

Molly, aware of Spencer's lingering gaze, let out a soft, amused laugh. Meeting his eyes with a playful twinkle, she continued to enjoy her snack, savoring each bite with a delightful combination of mischief and shared understanding.

Caught in the playful exchange with Molly, he found it increasingly difficult to suppress the suggestive thoughts that danced in his mind.

The combination of her laughter, the summer heat, and the intimacy of the moment fueled a growing sense of desire.

As they both finished their ice cream, Molly, sensing the weight of Spencer's gaze, couldn't help but inquire, "What?". Her question held a playful curiosity, inviting Spencer to share the thoughts.

Feeling the charged atmosphere between them, Molly took matters into her own hands. With a hint of impulsive desire, she grabbed Spencer's shirt and pulled him closer, initiating a passionate kiss that left them both breathless.

Sensing the growing heat of the moment, Spencer found himself laying on top of her. Molly, moving under him, responsive to the desire that enveloped them, could feel the undeniable hardness against her thigh.

Spencer, caught in the passionate momentum, trailed a series of kisses down Molly's jawline and neck, eliciting a delightful squirm from her.

As he reached her chest, he looked up, a silent question in his eyes. Molly, nodded in agreement.

Spencer's hands skillfully began to unbutton the first few buttons of her dress. As they parted, revealing her bare skin beneath, the absence of a bra heightened the sensation. Spencer was met with the captivating sight of her.

He started to press gentle kisses on her breasts while his hands roamed around her hips. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he began to suck it softly, then treated the other one with the same care. Molly couldn't suppress the moan escaping her lips.

They had never gone this far, and she didn't know what to expect from Spencer. She knew he was a great and very attentive kisser, but they hadn't done much yet.

As Spencer enjoyed the feeling of her hard nipples on his tongue, she put her hands in his hair, rocking her hips, seeking more friction. Spencer gazed at her, and she reciprocated, meeting his eyes.

"Would you let me go down on you? That's all I can think about." Spencer asked, his eyes lingering on Molly.

"Ummm... I... I didn't shave. I didn't know we would..." Molly replied, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

Spencer stopped her. "I don't care. I'm a grown man. Come on." He placed a kiss on her cheek. "Can I?" he repeated.

"Okay... Yes. Yes, you can!" she giggled, and so did he.

He grabbed her hands and pulled her up to change their position. She now sat on the couch as Spencer kneeled before her on the floor, starting to place kisses on her inner thigh.

Once he reached her heat, he put his thumbs around the waistband of her underwear and pulled it off by lifting her legs and then spreading them before him.

"Spencer, are you sure..." she started with a sobering tone. Creeping insecurity began to resurface.

"Yeah I'm sure," he whispers against her skin, "Just lie back, relax and look pretty."

Then, before she could offer any other protest, she felt the heat of his tongue as it was sliding between her folds. Immediately, she was overwhelmed. There was no hesitancy in his movements.

He placed a soft kiss on her folds, which made Molly gasp. "You're so pretty," he said softly.

Slowly, he dragged his tongue through the wetness that had gathered between her folds. Molly whimpered. She could feel her skin grow rough with goosebumps.

"You taste so good," he groaned before sucking on her clit and placing two fingers at the entrance.

Molly's body felt like it was on fire. Everywhere he was touching her was somehow too much and not enough.

"Please," she whined.

Her hands threaded through his hair and grabbed a hold of him like he was the only thing keeping her restrained.

Spencer's nails dug into the skin of her thigh. While her legs applied crushing force to try and bring him closer, he remained adamant in holding Molly exactly where he wanted.

While his tongue toyed at her entrance, she was left defenseless. Whimpers flowing from her lips. Her whole body trembled.

Her legs close against his ears, and she could feel his moans as they reverberated through her.

One of Spencer's hands joined his tongue. Molly felt the tension building in her stomach.

Just as two fingers pressed into her, his tongue pressed flat against her clit. Immediately, the ever-growing euphoria came to a breaking point.

Molly choked on a scream, but still managed to sob as every muscle in her body tensed. Her heels dig into his shoulder and her thighs quivered.

Spencer seemed unfazed. Instead of stopping, like she'd expected him to, he closed his lips around her sensitive nub and continued.

He suckled her clit like it could sustain his life.

He paid no mind to the way she was falling apart. His fingers pumped into pulsing muscles and he continued to hum sounds of pleasure against her.

He didn't stop until Molly's body fell limp. Satisfied he stood up.

She climbed off the couch and dropped to her knees like she was preparing for a prayer. She used both hands to pull down his pants and underwear and to pull his erection free. She closed her eyes as she pressed a small kiss against burning skin.

"Please," he whispered without even thinking. Her giggles filled the silence.

Spencer looked down at her through his half-lidded eyes. He watched as he disappeared between her lips. Inch by inch, she accepted him into her.

Spencer felt weak and felt his heart beating against her tongue as she wrapped it around his dick. She held him close, as close as she could.

His eyes glazed over as he continued watching himself disappear over and over into her warm mouth.

He didn't dare to disturb her, although he couldn't help but fantasize about kissing her. Spencer laced his fingers through her disheveled hair.

She pulled away and gasped just before she closed her lips around him again. The sudden burst of cool air only heightened the warmth of her. His body bucked harder against her.

Her nose was buried in soft curls at the base of him, but she showed no signs of objection.

Instead, she rid her mouth of any air. She suckled until her tongue was flat against the sensitive underside.

Spencer's hips drove him further into her throat and relished in the wetness dripping from her bottom lip.

With one final thrust against the back of her throat, he took hold of her hair and gave her everything he had. Hot waves of desire pooled in her mouth and she moaned.

He gently pulled her off him.

Not even a second after she'd taken a full breath, she took him in her mouth again. Gently, she cleaned overly sensitive skin to ensure that she hadn't missed a drop.

She released him, and before she could take another breath, Spencer leaned in, capturing her lips with his own.

Both tasting himself on her lips and savoring the remnants of her honeyed essence on his, their kisses became a deliciously intertwined symphony of flavors.

He assisted her in getting up, gently cupping her face, and continued to kiss her.

She lost her breath, her hands finding their place around his flushed neck, as the intensity of their kiss deepened.

Spencer breathed her in, reluctant to let her go just yet, savoring the closeness and the lingering essence of them.

He shifted his hands, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body tightly against his.

Molly finally pulled away, a joyful giggle escaping her lips. They locked eyes, Spencer's gaze filled with adoration as she bit her bottom lip.

With a gentle smile, he cupped Molly's face and asked, "Are you okay?" He wanted to make sure this felt right for her. It's the first time they've gotten this far.

Molly, still catching her breath, looked into his eyes and replied, "Yeah, I'm okay! More than okay, actually." She chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "I didn't expect us to dive into uncharted territory like this, but I don't mind it at all."

Spencer continued to hold her, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. "I just want to be sure you're comfortable. I care about you a lot, and I don't want to rush anything."

Molly reached for his hand and intertwined their fingers. "I appreciate that. I really do. And I'm comfortable, more than I thought I'd be. I'm fine. Are you okay?"

He nodded, a reassuring smile on his face. "Absolutely. More than okay. We can take things at whatever pace feels right for you. No pressure."

Molly leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. "And for you. And thank you, I'm glad we're on the same page. This is new, but it's exciting!"

Spencer returned the kiss.

Still wrapped in Spencer's arms, she looked around the room and then glanced out the window. "How about that fair?" she suggested, recalling their earlier plans to visit the fair in the city.

"The weather seems to have eased up a bit now. We could finally go and enjoy the evening without the scorching heat."

Spencer considered the idea, a smile playing on his lips. "That sounds like a great plan."

Molly nodded, excitement gleaming in her eyes. "Perfect. I heard they have some amazing food and games. Plus, it'll be a nice change of pace after our... heated moment here!"

Spencer chuckled, "Agreed."

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dreamsontheirway · 11 months

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Bait | Ch. 1 | S.R. x OC

Summary: Willow Brooks is a kind-hearted, but spitfire red head who treats each case with the upmost compassion and care. But when an unsub is targeting women who look just like her, she's faced with the dilemma of acting as bait for the unsub. Spencer Reid, her boyfriend, is absolutely not keen on the idea. Warnings: mentions of murder/the case Word Count: 1k

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"Look at you, so small and fragile... and your beautiful red hair," a deep, bellowing voice spoke.

Whimpers sounded in the dark in response to the low groaning of the male voice. The chopping of scissors sounded next, a sob erupting into the echoing chamber of the dingy underground cell.

"Oh magpie, I love you so much."

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Pulling her fiery auburn hair up into a tight ponytail, Willow Brooks entered the bullpen of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Her satchel bag was slung across her frame lazily as she trekked the short distance to her desk. As she placed her bag down at her feet, she couldn't help but let out a long yawn.

If there was one thing that Willow was, it was dedicated to her job. She loved being a profiler, sometimes too much. In fact, she had stayed up far too late the previous night completing files and prepping for the next day. She suffered from chronic anxiety, and sometimes the only way for her to feel safe was to over prepare herself for work. Everyone had their coping mechanism, but Willow wished hers allowed her to get more sleep.

"Tired?"

The voice of Spencer Reid chimed in her ears, and she turned to smile at him. She and Spencer had been together only a short time, but it felt so real for both of them.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” Willow spoke, pushing stray hairs behind her ear.

Spencer’s brows furrowed as he looked at her with his big, brown eyes.

“How many times do I need to tell you the importance of getting enough sleep? In fact,” Spencer attempted to ramble before he was cut off.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.”

Spencer smiled lovingly at her in response to her apology. He recalled the day they had finally professed their love for each other. After months of innocent pining, all it took was a local officer hitting on her for Spencer to do something about their relationship. The officer had flirted with Willow throughout the entire case, and it culminated with him resting his hand on the small of her back. Spencer recalled the heated feeling that rose up his face upon seeing the interaction; one that quickly turned to rage when the officer's hand began roaming downward.

Willow had grabbed the officer's wrist, twisting it, and Spencer recalled his heart swelling with pride and admiration. Her actions didn't stop him from bolting over to her anyways, intent on giving the officer a piece of his mind. After the ordeal, and after Spencer apologizing to her on behalf of the entire male population, he had finally, and bashfully, admitted his feelings.

Back in the current moment, he reached out, pushing back the strands of auburn hair that had fallen in front of your face once again.

"I'm sorry, I just worry about you."

Willow smiled softly at him, her core filling with warmth at his sweet confession. The moment was short-lived, Agent Hotchner's voice filling the bullpen.

"We've got a case. Roundtable in 5." His rugged gaze traveled across the room before he turned and went back to his office.

"Shall we?" Spencer spoke, and grabbed Willow's bag from the floor.

She just chuckled and rolled her eyes before following him up the stairs. She had protested many times that Spencer did not need to carry her belongings every day, but her efforts were futile.

Garcia was already in the office, and prepping the materials for her presentation. Spencer and Willow took a seat at the opposite end of the roundtable, next to one another, as they often did. Soon enough, the rest of the team piled in and claimed their seats, pulling out notebooks and case files.

"Rough one today, heroes," Garcia spoke before muttering, "as always."

She pulled up a photo of a young woman on the overhead screen. Willow's chest constricted slightly at the sight. The woman bore a striking resemblance to herself; vibrant auburn hair and piercing green eyes. She let out a breathe she didn't realize she was holding before noticing Spencer's jaw clenched tightly beside her. She placed a light hand on his lower thigh to relax him.

"This is Hannah Rogers. She was taken on Monday night and found early this morning in Rochester, New York." Garcia spoke solemnly, stealing a glance at Willow and Spencer.

"It seems the unsub is only holding these women overnight, and their bodies are found the following morning. That means he is most likely dumping them in the very early morning hours." Hotch chimed in, and Garcia clicked to the next slide.

"There clearly seems to be an infatuated with the color of the victim's hair. A lock of hair has been missing from every crime scene, right behind the left ear."

Willow could hear Spencer exhale shakily at the sight of the next slide, showcasing what this unsub did to their victims. She rubbed his thigh again, hoping to ease some of his worry and remind him that she was right here, next to him. His hand traveled to hers, gripping it tightly.

The entire time Willow and Spencer had been dating, he had been extremely protective of her while on cases. They had not discussed it, but Willow could come to the conclusion that it stemmed from his trauma with Maeve. He never wanted her to be put in harm's way, so she could imagine that this case was especially hard for him.

"As you may have noticed, the victimology resembles our own Agent Brooks significantly. Because of this--" Hotch had started, before Spencer interrupted him.

"No." His voice was stern, angry. "I know what you're going to say, and absolutely not."

Hotch eyed him, unimpressed by Spencer's unprofessionalism.

"As I was saying, because of this, we would like to use that resemblance to our advantage. Agent Brooks, we would like to use you to get close to the unsub."

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A/N: Thanks for making it to the end! I'm trying something new here, with an original character. Please let me know what you think, and if you're interested in hearing more!

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Chapter Nine - Charm and Harm

Summary: FBI agent Leila faces a profound life change after giving birth to a baby girl, supported by her loving husband. Despite the challenges of motherhood, Leila returns to her role as a dedicated agent a few months later, ready to confront gruesome and haunting cases with the BAU team.

Pairing: BAU!Fem!OC x Male!OC , EVENTUAL Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!OC (Like much later)

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death. All the usual Criminal Minds stuff. And there is NO CHEATING.

Note 1: I imagine Leila Kade as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don't see her as South Asian, then that's fine. It won't affect the storyline. I also imagine the OC!Male as South Asian, but again, it won't affect the storyline.

Note 2: The team will consist of the main cast (Emily, Derek, JJ, Spencer, Penelope, Aaron, and Rossi) but will also include Elle Greenaway and Jason Gideon because they were some of my favorite characters and I wanted to include them with the rest of the team. Basically, Elle and Gideon never leave when Emily and Rossi join.

Note 3: There will be multiple time skips throughout this series. For example, the first chapter will begin on the first season and episode of the show but then there will be a time skip to later episodes (because there are obviously way too many episodes to write this series on and I wanted to include specific episodes that would help the plot of this story). This means that this series will be a slow burn romance but I believe it to be better this way. This will also stray from the actual show a lot, so don't expect it to follow the plot precisely.

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Leila heard a knock on her door, and she looked up to see JJ entering with several case files. She immediately nodded. "I'll be there, JJ. Thanks."

JJ gave her a warm smile and turned around to notify the others, giving Leila the chance to set down her pen and rise from her chair. She exited her office and headed towards the conference room where JJ, Elle, Derek, and Spencer were walking together. "That right there's a yes, baby. I knew it. I told you." Derek exclaimed, and Leila, falling into step with JJ and Elle, tilted her head in curiosity.

"What's a yes?" Leila inquired, looking at the others.

"Elle has a boyfriend," Derek replied, his smirk widening.

"Don't listen to him," Elle sighed, rolling her eyes. Leila couldn't help but notice a faint blush on Elle's cheeks, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"Hmm," Leila hummed, giggling at their playful banter.

"See, she didn't deny it," Derek chimed in once more.

"She didn't really admit to anything, man," Spencer interjected.

Elle shot Spencer a grateful smile. "Thank you."

Derek remained undeterred. "Reid, trust me, you got a lot to learn."

The five entered the conference room, where Aaron and Gideon were already seated at the round table. They took their seats as JJ began presenting the new case. Leila sifted through the files as JJ spoke.

This new case centered around a man named Mark Gregory, who had kidnapped and murdered four women. Gregory had somehow disappeared and it had been 36 hours since he got away, along with a woman named Nicole Wegener. The victims were taken within a 60-mile radius, tortured, and then drowned in hotel bathtubs. Their bodies were discovered a couple of days after they were reported missing.

The team grabbed their go-bags and made their way to the jet. Upon arrival, they delved deeper into the case, exchanging additional details that hadn't been discussed in the conference room. Upon landing in Florida, they drove to the FBI Temporary Command Center to meet with the authorities leading the investigation.

Following further discussion with the Florida FBI unit, the team opted to split up, assigning tasks to interview Gregory's associates and family members. Leila, Elle, and Aaron teamed up to speak with Gregory's business partner, Hank Bloomberg. With less than twelve hours on the clock to locate Nicole Wegener alive, Leila had doubts about their chances of finding her in time.

The trio arrived at Gregory's office, where they were to meet with Hank Bloomberg. Spotting him holding a briefcase, they approached, Aaron displaying his badge as he addressed him. "Mr. Bloomberg."

"Yes," the man replied, somewhat puzzled.

"Agents Hotchner, Kade, and Greenaway, FBI."

"Well, I've already talked to the police," Bloomberg stated.

"We're from the Behavioral Analysis Unit, and I'm sure we'll have some different questions," Elle replied, nodding in acknowledgment.

Aaron began to speak. "We're looking for some insight into Mark Gregory's behavior right before the killings started," he began, and Bloomberg nodded his head as Aaron continued. "Things you might not think are important could actually be helpful."

Bloomberg raised an eyebrow in concern, subtly shaking his head. "Well, I don't know why he disappeared. You're sure you got the right guy?"

Leila gave him a reassuring nod as she spoke. "Usually when someone takes off, it gives us reason to be suspicious," she said, trying to gain any form of information from him. "Anything you know can help us."

The man nodded, trying to think of something. "Well, I've never noticed any odd behavior. We've worked together for five years. I've known him for 10. He helped coach my son's soccer league this past fall. He's my best friend."

"What about his relationship with women?" Elle asked him.

Bloomberg chuckled. "Mark's a consummate ladies' man. He always had a different woman on his arm." He responded, and Leila raised an eyebrow. "Never had a problem getting a date."

"Yes, well, dating doesn't do it for him. He likes to torture and drown them," Aaron added. The man stood there in shock, his mouth agape as Aaron continued to ask him a question. "What do you know about his history with women?"

"He was married once in his early twenties." Bloomberg answered, still shocked. "Swore he'd never do it again."

"Did you know her?" Elle asked him.

"No, it was before I met him."

"Do you know if she's still in the area?"

"Wait a minute," The man furrowed his eyebrows. "You think he did something to his ex-wife?"

"We're looking for what we call a stressor, this is what could have made him lose it and we have to look into all of the possibilities to understand why he is doing what he is doing," Leila said, trying to answer his confusion. "If we need to ask you any more questions, we'll find you."

"Thank you," Aaron added, and the man stood there for a few seconds before nodding his head, turning around and walking away from them.

The information Bloomberg brought up made them realize that Gregory had most likely been killing for way longer than they thought he had, considering he was married in his early twenties.

The team gathered more information on Gregory, significantly enhancing their understanding from where they had started, enabling them to update the FBI unit with a comprehensive profile. Gregory's adeptness at adapting to various situations, aided by his various disguises, stood out, and his ex-wife was still alive. With Gregory now on the run, it suggested he was a spree killer, poised to escalate and take even more victims.

Only a few minutes later, Aaron received a call that they found Nicole Wegener's body but instead of it being nearby, it was found all the way in Georgia. Leila let out a deep breath as they all heard the words come out of Aaron's mouth, knowing Gregory was already starting to escalate just as they predicted in the profile. Elle and Derek were on their way to Georgia to take a look at the scene.

While Elle and Derek headed to Georgia, the remainder of the team stayed behind, granting Aaron and Leila the opportunity to speak with Gregory's ex-wife. Meanwhile, Gideon and Spencer opted to engage in a conversation with Gregory's father. Following their discussions with both the ex-wife and the father, they gained deeper insights into Gregory's character and motivations.

Leila sensed that they were getting closer. Taking a break, Aaron joined her to refuel with some food. "I'm so hungry," Leila muttered, eagerly biting into her sandwich.

"I can see that," Aaron chuckled, earning a playful glare and a gentle smack on the arm from Leila.

"That's not a nice thing to say to a lady," she quipped, rolling her eyes before resuming her meal. Glancing over, she noticed Aaron without any food and handed him another sandwich, prompting a puzzled look from him. "It's delicious. Try some."

He flashed her a grateful smile before accepting the sandwich, following her suggestion to try it. Humming with satisfaction, he nodded approvingly as he took a few more bites. "You were right. This is delicious. Who made this?"

Leila grinned mischievously, taking a sip of water before replying, "I did. I've been told I make amazing sandwiches," she said with a smirk. "And I'm an exceptional cook overall."

He tilted his head in amusement. "Well, you have to let me try your cooking one day, then."

"I'll keep that in mind," she responded, going back to eating.

Gregory had abducted another woman from the mall, prompting Elle and Derek to race to apprehend him. Meanwhile, the team in Florida uncovered a disturbing revelation. Gregory had held his own mother's head underwater during a car accident, leading to her drowning. This detail caught Leila off guard, because after all, Gregory was only ten years old at the time. However, it also shed light on his actions. His first kill held immense significance. Learning of his mother's infidelity to his father during his formative years, he unleashed his pent-up anger upon her during the car accident.

Elle and Derek succeeded in apprehending Gregory just before he could harm his final victim. Leila breathed a sigh of relief knowing the victim was safe, but Gregory was shot and killed. With the case over, the team could finally close the case and return home.

When they finally returned, Leila packed up her belongings before preparing to leave. Spotting Elle at her desk, an idea occurred to her. She approached the brunette and stood before her. "Hey, Elle, you busy tonight?"

Elle looked up and shrugged. "Depends on whether I feel like finishing this paperwork or not," she replied honestly. "Otherwise, I'm free."

"Cool, how about we grab something to eat?" Leila suggested, and the brunette nodded enthusiastically, gathering her belongings before joining Leila on their way to her car.

They drove to a nearby restaurant, and Leila made a mental note to grab some food for Zaid. They settled at a table next to the window, placing their orders as they engaged in conversation.

"So, was Derek just messing around, or are you actually seeing someone?" Leila inquired, recalling the playful banter from a few days prior before their case briefing. "Not that I'm prying or anything, but…"

Elle rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "I sometimes hate profilers."

Leila chuckled, empathizing with Elle's sentiment. She reached across the table and lightly tapped Elle's hand to regain her attention. "Spill the beans. Who's the lucky guy? Because I have a feeling I might know who it is."

The brunette bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she glanced out the window. Soon, laughter bubbled up from her, her hands flying to cover her face as she struggled to contain her amusement. Leila couldn't help but join in, her own laughter mingling with Elle's. It felt like they laughed for ages, though in reality, it was only a few seconds.

"Okay, yes, you got me," Elle admitted, finally giving in. "And, um, yeah, we've been seeing each other for a few weeks now. I just didn't mention it because I didn't think it was that serious."

"So, it's official then? You two are serious?" Leila beamed, her excitement palpable at the news that her best friend was in a happy relationship. Elle nodded, and Leila couldn't contain her excitement, letting out a delighted shriek that caught the attention of a few nearby diners. Quickly realizing she had drawn attention, Leila covered her mouth, feeling a tad embarrassed, which only made Elle laugh.

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aperrywilliams · 10 months

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Green Card - Ch6: And if It Were True? (Spencer Reid x Fem!OC)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!OC (Ana María González)

Series summary: What reason leads two complete strangers to marry? For Spencer, the chance of his mom being admitted into a new medical trial. For Ana María González is to get the elusive green card.

Chapter summary: Ana and Spencer share some intimate memories and truths, and they start to feel confused about their new friendship.

Word Count: 6k

CW: I marked this one like 16+. Please respect that. Strong words. They talk about blood and medical stuff. Spencer has nightmares. Mention of Spencer's abduction and addiction. Semi-nudity and sexy dancing (fem). Mention semi-nudity (male). Description of molestation episodes as a child and danger of rape (not consumed). Mention of suicide, murder, and rape (none of the characters involved). If I forgot something, let me know.

A/N: This was a bit hard to write, but it gives more context about Ana's life before coming to the US.

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"That can't be credible. A transplant in one hour? By a kid of sixteen?" Spencer complained, pointing to the TV.

"Hey! They were in a hurry, and it was not any guy. We're talking about Doogie Howser," Ana clarified, sipping her tea.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Still, I can't believe they made it. Did you know the record time for a massive emergency team response in Los Angeles is 4.5 minutes? Here they did it in 2.5! That's ridiculous!"

Ana narrowed her eyes.

"We are still clear this is fiction, right?"

"I know! But I suppose they wanted to make it believable. That's my point."

Ana and Spencer just ended up watching the entire show's first season. Both were absorbed by the screen enough not to pay too much attention to the clock until the credits of the last episode.

"We are going to regret this in the morning," Ana anticipated, standing from the couch and stretching a little. Spencer nodded in agreement.

She was right, but for Spencer, these were the best hours of his last week. And not because of how good a show Doogie Howser was, but rather because he turned off his brain for a while. And all thanks to Ana's insistence. If Spencer felt anything at this moment, it was gratitude and appreciation for her.

True to her word, Ana didn't ask or insist that Spencer get to talk about what had him so frustrated.

They both tacitly agreed it was time to sleep. Without saying a word, they walked until they reached the door of their respective rooms.

"Good night," Ana said, just about to enter her room.

"Ana?" Spencer stopped her.

"Yeah?" she asked curiously.

"Thank you. For today. For everything, truth be told."

"Don't mention it. Sleep well. You need it, mister accuracy," the girl joked, pointing to his chest. Spencer chuckled.

"Sleep well too. Good night."

And as unbelievable as it sounds, Spencer slept great that night, waking up from only a few hours of sleep.

On the way to work, he couldn't help but remember last night's coming and going of comments about the television show, making a smile appear on his face.

What was all this? Definitely something new for him. Something he partly had with his friends at the BAU, but it was not the same. Spencer felt an unspoken complicity with Ana that he couldn't place with anyone else. Not with Maeve, that's for sure.

He had never gotten to that stage with Maeve—something as simple as doing anything, reading, watching TV, even going to the movies.

No, the activities with her were going out to dinner, visiting museums and conferences, and catching up with sexy time. She spontaneously appeared at the BAU and met Spencer's colleagues only a few times. At most, she agreed to go to one of Rossi's dinners, but the taste of the evening got somewhat bitter. She didn't look comfortable, and neither did Spencer. From then on, Maeve disappeared from the BAU's radar.

"Hey Reid, you look pretty good compared to how you left the bullpen yesterday," Luke pointed as soon as Spencer arrived at his desk.

"I had a good night of sleep, I guess?" he offered as an explanation, although he knew it was more than that.

"Nice to hear. The bad thing is Penelope already called us with a new case to the conference room," the guy shrugged apologicately. Spencer sighed, his good mood faltering a little.

The case looked worse than the one they wrapped yesterday, and Spencer couldn't hide his disgust. At the police station, flipping between the case file, his mind wasn't really there.

'What will she be doing right now?', 'Will she have ended her shift right now?', 'Maybe I should make the dinner when I get back,' 'I should ask Rossi for a recipe to try.'

Spencer stopped suddenly when he realized where his mind had gone. Why was he thinking of her? It wasn't bad, but the man felt odd doing it. They were still strangers in need. Friends to some extent. Roommates for necessity. It wasn't right.

"Are you okay, Spence?" JJ's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah. Yeah," Spencer assured, returning to the file he was reading.

But things didn't improve for Spencer. In two days, the case turned into a mess when they found the unsub was using religious motives to kidnap, drug, and torture his victims until they died. The similarities didn't go unnoticed by Spencer or the team. Hankel. Too vastly matching what Tobias Hankel did.

Spencer sidelined himself a couple of times from discussions about the case and could not participate in the take-down to arrest the unsub. Emily understood Spencer's reluctance but was worried about the consequences this might have on him later.

Back in Virginia, Spencer was drained and only thinking about sleep until next week—something odd for someone as workaholic as him.

His teammates looked shocked at how Spencer was the first to cross the glass doors out once Emily sent them home after the debriefing.

Disappointment found Spencer when he realized the apartment was dark. Nobody was there. What was he expecting? Be greeted by Ana, who would have waited for him? Yeah, maybe he did expect that.

Huffing for his own silliness, Spencer walked to the kitchen. His stomach grumbled, and he didn't want to go to bed without eating again. The smile returned to his face when in the fridge found a Tupperware with a note on it: 'A leftover if you haven't eaten yet.'

Those little gestures have made Spencer's heart swell. Was it the fact nobody had made things like this for him before? Was the idea of having someone thinking of him? Spencer didn't know, but whatever it was, he was afraid of the consequences.

He left a note over the counter in case he couldn't see Ana the next day: 'Thank you. I promise dinner is up to me next time. And don't worry; I won't cook.'

The note caused the desired effect when Ana read it a couple of hours after when she returned. Chuckling, she moved to the sink to fill a glass of water before bed. Ana soon walked the corridor to her room when a sound from Spencer's room stopped her. It was faint, but she was sure to hear it. A whimper? A sob? Cautiously, she neared her ear to the wooden door. And then a scream.

"Let go of me! Let me go!" Now it was clear, it was Spencer's voice, and it seemed he was struggling with someone. Ana opened the door without much thought and saw the man jittering on the mattress, covered with sweat. His arms were fighting with the air, and his voice strangled with tears.

"Please, let me go!" He repeated over and over.

What should she do? Clearly, he was having a nightmare, but was it a good idea to intervene? The main concern for Ana was Spencer could hurt himself. She knew about vivid nightmares, and that kind of outcome wasn't rare. Slowly she approached his bed, speaking in a soft voice.

"Spencer? Can you hear me? It's me, Ana. Can I come closer?"

Spencer kept tosing, wiggling his arms as he tried to fight against something or someone.

"They want to kill me. Don't let him kill me, please," he begged, still dreaming. Ana dared to hover over Spencer, tentatively touching one of his arms.

"They won't do anything. Spencer, you are in your apartment. We are alone here. Please wake up," she encouraged him.

"I don't want to die. Please, tell him I don't want to die," he cried.

That broke Ana's heart. Now more confident, she sat beside him on the mattress, holding his hands and rubbing them in smooth patterns. Spencer's breathing was still irregular, but it seemed he was waking up.

His eyes shot open, and seeing Ana's face broke the dam. He was fully crying now, hiding his face on Ana's lap.

"Hey, you're okay. You're safe," Ana mumbled, rubbing Spencer's back.

"No. I'm not," he sobbed, clutching at Ana's sweater. He looked so vulnerable it cracked her heart.

Ana wondered about what horrible things had happened to Spencer's beautiful soul. She had some ideas, but he hadn't told her much yet.

"I promise you're safe. I'm not letting anything bad happen to you, okay?"

She didn't know where those words came from. Ana wasn't even sure what was happening, yet she felt the urge to protect him at all costs.

Still rubbing his back, Ana held him until his sobs became sporadical sniffles. Maybe it took five minutes or ten; Ana wasn't sure, but when she saw how Spencer's breathing evened out, she felt things were improving.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, still not able to let go of his grasp of Ana's sweater. "I did you wake up," he apologized, drying his tears with the sleeve of his pajama shirt.

"Nu-uh. Don't be sorry, Spencer. You were having a nightmare. A nasty one, I would say. And if it makes you feel better, I just came home. I was heading to my room when I heard you," she explained, reaching for some locks of hair that covered his face. Spencer sighed, now fully conscious of his surroundings.

"I haven't had one like this in a long time. I sure scared you with my screams," Spencer mumbled, embarrassed.

"I would say more than scaring, I worried. Can I ask you something, though?"

Spencer's eyes found hers, almost fearing the question was coming. Ana noticed.

"No, you don't have to tell me what happened, but it would be a good idea if you changed your pajama. It's damped, and it wouldn't be good to keep it like that on your skin. And you could use a warm cup of tea. Conozco un secreto para hacer una agüita milagrosa, especial para estos casos (I know how to make a cup of miraculous brew for this specific purpose).” Spencer frowned.

"Agüita? Like little water?"

Ana chuckled.

"It's more like 'brebaje especial,' or medicinal tea," she explained. Spencer hummed. Even if he managed to understand most of Ana's Spanish, there were words still too specific for him. He liked to learn about them, though.

"Come on. Change your clothes and join me in the living room, okay?"

When Spencer came to the living room with a new pajama and a robe covering his frame, Ana walked from the kitchen with two mugs. Sitting on the couch, she handed him a cup.

"It's hot, but it'll help. I promise."

They kept silent for a while. Spencer carefully sipped his brebaje. It tasted bitter, but he felt better after a few drinks. Ana did not say a word, not wanting to disturb him.

"He drugged me," Spencer mumbled suddenly. Ana looked at him, confused. "Hankel. Tobias Hankel," he clarified.

"The guy who kidnapped you?" Ana asked, remembering what the BAU girls told her at Rossi's. Spencer nodded.

"The team says I died, and he brought me back. I don't remember much; he kept me drugged constantly. With Dilaudid." The images and flashes came to Spencer's mind as he recounted what happened.

"Jeez, Spencer. I'm sorry," Ana mumbled, clutching her mug tighter. She suspected where this was going.

"Worst part was I got addicted. I struggled to come clean. I have been sober for ten years now. But when the nightmares come, I still think of getting high," Spencer sighed. "I'm so weak."

Immediately Ana's free hand flew to one of his biceps.

"No. You are not. Cravings happen. You fight every day against that, and you're here, still fighting."

Ana was determined not to let Spencer go into that rabbit hole. She knew how vulnerable he felt but would do anything to help him.

"But sometimes I feel so tired. You know, I - the last case. The unsub was drugging his victims like Hankel did with me. And I asked myself, why can't I stop them? Why do more people have to put up with that? And then I think a hit could make everything easier."

Spencer's words rang heavy in the air. It wasn't the first time he thought about that, but maybe it was the first time he voiced it.

"But you know the hit at the end won't make go away those things, right?" Ana prompted.

"Yeah. I know. And then I think about what you told me the other day. About why I'm still doing this," Spencer mentioned.

"I wasn't trying to impose my perspective. I'm sorry if it sounded like that," Ana hastened to apologize, and Spencer's hand went over hers to reassure her.

"It was a valid question. It is a valid question, indeed. Don't apologize. The thing is, I found myself wondering the same, you know?"

Ana sighed, she could see his struggle, and the urge to do anything to ease his pain increased.

"You are a good man, Spencer. You should know that. And it's completely valid if you want different things in life. It doesn't mean you have to shut down everything, but you can see changes as good things and not so terrifying," Ana told him, squeezing his hand. It was a gesture they got used to. Her hand on his felt comforting and right. Spencer looked at her with a sheepish smile on his face.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry for overwhelming you with my - you know - things."

Ana shook her head.

"Don't be sorry. I'm happy to help. Also, I told you I was a good listener," she reminded him, releasing his hand to pat his knee.

"I can be a good listener too. I mean, if you need to. I know you said you didn't like to talk about yourself that much, but if you need to, I would be happy to hear you," Spencer offered, shyly looking at Ana. She returned him a smile.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. And I'll keep it in mind, okay?" Ana paused. "How do you feel now?" now she asked, pointing to his mug. Spencer looked at the empty cup. He did feel better.

"Way better. I would say this 'agüita' worked," Spencer confessed. "You were right." Ana chuckled, Spencer's Spanish accent wasn't the best, but she found it cute.

They kept talking for a while until he saw how tired Ana was. Despite her offering to stay up with him, Spencer insisted he was fine and both should go to sleep. Reluctantly, Ana agreed.

After that night, Spencer started to feel more confused. For him, Ana was still an enigma in many ways. Despite his skills as a profiler, he could tell the armor she placed in front of her rarely allowed him to see beyond. He had no doubt Ana was a powerful and tenacious woman with a difficult past. But whenever they came up with the subject of her life before coming to the US, she tended to say general things and then move the topic elsewhere.

He wanted to know more. Sure, he told himself it was for the best outcome in the interview, but deep down, there was something else, and he couldn't pinpoint it.

How much time had he left to find out?

During another case happening in Los Angeles, Spencer's phone chimed with a text. It was from Ana.

'I just got a letter from Immigration. They scheduled our interview for July 3rd.'

That's a month from there, Spencer estimated. He didn't know how to feel, to be honest. In a month, things would be over. Ana would go with her life, and they would part ways.

It was what they both wanted, right?

Ana told herself the same. As she got the letter, her anxiety thrived. It would happen eventually, but she wasn't sure how to feel about it. She had grown closer to Spencer in the almost two months they had been 'living together.' But she knew it wasn't her place, and it wasn't her life. The guy needed to get back his life, and she must move on with hers. Period.

A heatwave stroked hard in DC on the first days of June. Ana was displeased, so one of those days, when she got to the apartment after a long shift, she took a cold shower and decided to keep out of clothes except for a sports bra and panties. Spencer wasn't home, he left for a case four days ago, so it was no harm. She cooked dinner and ate watching a TV show. When she was done, it was still early, so she decided to tidy up the place. With her earbuds on, Ana chose her 'aseo playlist' and started to work.

A while later, she was so immersed in the music she didn't hear the front door open.

"Ana?" Spencer called once he realized the lights were on, but he got no response.

He wasn't prepared for what he entered in his living room. Ana was sweeping the floor while she danced and sang to the rhythm of a song.

'The lights are on, but you're not home

Your mind is not your own

Your heart sweats, your body shakes

Another kiss is what it takes.'

But seeing her dancing wasn't the only thing that captivated Spencer; it was her outfit or lack thereof. Spencer's eyes fixated on Ana's exposed skin as he felt his cheeks burning - and other parts of his body too.

'Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah.

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough. You know you're gonna have to face it;

You're addicted to love.'

Without knowing what was going on behind her back, Ana kept performing to - for her - a non-existing audience. The cadence of the music made her hips move sensually. An open-mouthed Spencer watched as this beautiful - and almost naked - woman danced. Still scanning her body, he noticed a tattoo on her back and another on her right ribcage.

It was wrong, he knew, but he couldn't stop looking at her.

The charm bubble burst once Ana turned around to find a stunned Spencer staring at her.

"Oh, fuck!" Ana almost tripped with the broomstick, which fell to the floor. "Spencer! I didn't see you coming!" she yelled, pulling out her earbuds.

Spencer still couldn't say a word. He tried to keep his composure and gaze at her eyes, not her body. Then is when Ana realized her appearance. Little she could do for it, though.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I know this is inappropriate, but I didn't know you would be coming home today," she apologized, trying to cover herself behind the counter.

"I - uh, sorry. I should have texted. We caught the guy early this morning," he explained, averting his gaze to any direction but her.

"Good! That's good!" she nervously chirped.

Spencer knew he had to move. Ana was feeling enough embarrassment, and it wasn't right.

"Uh. I'm going to change. Don't mind me. You can resume your - well, what you were doing," Spencer said, still nervous but trying to sound calm and forcing his legs to cooperate and walk out of the living room.

"Oh. Okay. I can heat some dinner for you in the meantime. Well, after I put on some clothes," Ana half-joked as Spencer sauntered to his room as fast as he could.

Heat. What a choice of words, he thought.

"Thank you!" he called before shutting his bedroom door.

Ana felt mortified. It wasn't the fact she was almost naked dancing in the living room, or maybe it was, but it was more the fact Spencer saw her like that, so exposed.

She would never admit it, but she had also seen the boy in almost no clothes getting out of the shower one morning. Clearly, she didn't mention it to him. Ana realized the kind of domesticity they were hauling and how it could expose them in this way. It's not that she didn't like the idea; it was more that she liked it too much.

Spencer tried to forget what he saw that night. Still, even without an eidetic memory, he wouldn't—another reason why Spencer was captivated by Ana. But he wouldn't do anything about it; he was in a relationship with Maeve and didn't want to mess it up.

However, Spencer started to question his own decision.

It was one of the rare days of paperwork in which he could leave the BAU early. Spencer was grateful for it; the exhaustion from the previous case still had him wishing he could sleep for days.

Spencer was about to put the key in the lock when he heard a loud sound from inside, presumably a glass breaking. In fully-alerted mode, he pulled out his gun and carefully opened the door.

He kept frozen on the spot when he saw Ana yelling at the top of her lungs while knocking on the kitchen counter and throwing another glass to the wall.

"Hijo de puta! Maldito bastardo! (Son of the bitch! Bloody bastard!)"

That's when Spencer reacted, holstering his gun and slowly approaching Ana.

What the hell had happened?

"Ana? Hey, hey! What's wrong?" Spencer tried to call her attention, but Ana didn't acknowledge his presence yet. When their eyes met, Ana stopped shouting but still panted and disoriented.

"Qué me estás mirando, ah? También te vas a reir en mi cara? (What are you looking at?! Are you going to laugh at me too?!" the girl asked angrily. Spencer's face was pure confusion.

"What? No-I - what are you talking about?"

"You're not different from them. Nobody is different," Ana kept babbling, eyes to the ceiling to stop the tears pooling from her eyes.

Spencer's concern grew. He's seen people lose their temper like that in his line of work, and not for nothing.

"Ana, talk to me. What happened?"

That's when the girl broke; falling to her knees, she covered her face with both hands, fully crying now. Spencer quickly knelt in front of her to envelop her in a tight embrace.

"Hey, it's okay. It's going to be okay," he reassured, stroking her hair. Ana hid her face in Spencer's chest, crying disconsolately.

"I made a mess," she whined, clutching Spencer's cardigan.

"It doesn't matter. It's not important. Do you want to tell me what's wrong? How can I help?"

Ana contemplated her answer for a while. Spencer deserved an explanation for what was happening. She could have lied about it, but it wasn't fair to him, and she didn't have the energy to.

"I thought I could just forget it, you know? Maybe like that, I could have convinced myself that nothing wrong happened," she sighed.

"Come on, let's go to sit down," Spencer offered, getting up from the floor, helping Ana to do the same, and leading her to the sofa, avoiding the scattered glass shards on the floor.

Seeing she still had trouble breathing steadily, Spencer grabbed her hand and encouraged her to mimic him. Inhaling deeply and exhaling in the same way.

After a couple of minutes doing so, Ana nodded. She felt capable of talking.

"I know you already have noticed I avoid talking about a specific part of my past. Part of my childhood, to be specific. It's not I wanted to hide something from you instead from myself. I have never told anyone about this. I never even told my mom before she died."

Ana shifted in her spot on the couch. Suddenly her throat went dry.

"In my family, well, on my mother's side, blood ties have always been tremendously valued. My mom leaned on her family, especially after my dad left us. In fact, we lived with an aunt for several months until my mom managed to find an apartment that could afford both of us.

At that time, in the house, my aunt lived with his husband and their son. I almost didn't see my uncle; he worked all day. And as the money wasn't enough, my aunt found a job too. My mom doubled shifts at her job, partially to make money and partly to forget her husband had left her. That meant I was alone with my cousin almost every afternoon I got back from school."

Ana paused to gauge Spencer's reaction. He was listening intently to every word. And even if he was running every possible turn in her story in his brain, his trained poker face didn't reveal anything.

"I was a 9-year-old girl, barely trying to understand why her dad was no longer with her. I didn't know much about anything. Just my mom always told me to be careful around strangers. That's why it didn't seem weird to me when my sixteen-year-cousin got very close to me, coincidentally when we were alone. At first, he would agree to play any game I could think of with me. Dolls, cars, PlayStation, whatever. The problem began when he wanted to decide what game to play. The way he looked at me went unnoticed by me at first. But something in my gut told me it wasn't okay when once we were playing doctor-patient, and he wanted me to take off my dress. He convinced me somehow. And I was so confused. God, I thought it was part of the game. That time he only watched me for a long time. The next time it happened, he touched me, fortunately, nowhere intimate part. Every time, he was increasing the risk. The next time it happened, he - he tried to touch me down there, but out of instinct, I didn't let him. But I didn't know what else to do. Then I froze when I saw him grabbing his dick, and he started jerking off in front of me. I didn't even know what that was!" Ana recounted, disgusted at the memory.

"Did he-?" Spencer trailed off. Ana shook her head, knowing what he wanted to ask.

"No. He couldn't. After he finished doing it himself, he sent me to my room. And I got so shocked I couldn't stay with him anymore. I begged to stay at my classmates' houses until my mom could pick me up. A month later, my mom found us an apartment."

Spencer let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Why you didn't tell your mom?" Ana shrugged.

"She already had a lot on her plate. And she trusted so much in her family. Also, I didn't know what really happened until later in school when people started to talk about abuse and stuff like that." Spencer nodded in understanding.

"What did you do then?" he asked softly.

"For a long time, I pretended it never happened. My mom died, and I didn't have time to think about that. But sure, you can guess I couldn't go like that forever. A time after my mom died, I had to go to therapy. And it helped. I did acknowledge what happened, and it wasn't okay. Still, I couldn't let that event dictate how I establish relationships with people. You know, despite my trust issues, I engaged in some healthy relationships in college and moved on. At least I thought I did until today," Ana sniffled—head shooking in denial.

"What happened today?" Spencer asked.

"I - I never knew what happened to him. I lost all contact with my family after my mom passed. But today I discovered he - he was found dead in his cell after being sentenced for raping and killing three women," Ana winced as the words left her mouth. "Do you know what it means? He hurt others. And I didn't say anything back then! The bastard harmed people and didn't pay for it. And I didn't do anything to prevent it!"

Her tightly-fisted hands collided with the couch's cushions. Frustration, guilt, and anger poured from her. Spencer was quick to react, holding her hands in his.

"Hey, no, no, no. Don't say that. You fought for your safety. You didn't know. You were a child. It's not your fault, okay?" Spencer reassured her.

"But I should have said something! To anyone! Maybe someone could have stopped him," Ana debated, feeling the guilt eating her. Spencer shook his head.

"You had your reasons, Ana. You wanted to protect your mom and yourself. And nothing guaranteed it didn't happen again. He was sixteen then; he was already on the wrong track. It wasn't your call to notice and warn people about him."

Ana took in Spencer's words. It was reasonable. She was a child. Still, it didn't feel enough right now. Her rational brain was fighting with the nagging feeling of remorse.

"Is it bad I wish I never knew what happened to him?" Ana cracked, feeling the tears down her cheeks.

"Not at all. Believe me. There is nothing wrong with that," Spencer assured, embracing her tightly. "And I know you're thinking you were luckier than the others he might and did hurt during his life, and you were. But remember, he did hurt you too. And that isn't any less."

Ana cried, held by Spencer in his arms. It was an intricate feeling. On the one hand, she felt terrible knowing justice didn't get served and how that man managed to hurt more people. But on the other, a relief washed over her after letting it out.

Minutes became at least half an hour. Spencer traced comforting patterns on Ana's back as the tears subsided. He thought she was falling asleep until she spoke again.

"I still made a mess in your kitchen," she mumbled with a raspy voice from the crying.

"It is the last of my concerns right now," he replied, a gentle hand still stroking her back.

"I should go to get rid of the glass shatters," she lifted her head from Spencer's chest, attempting to stand up, but Spencer didn't let her.

"No, no, no. None of that. You'll stay here. I'm going to clean that off, and I'll make some tea for both of us. It may not be like your 'aguitas,' but it will help," Spencer announced.

That made Ana chuckle. Even if she wanted to argue with Spencer about it, she felt already drained to do so.

Spencer was right. His tea was different from Ana's, but it helped. It helped in such a way sleepiness found her quickly, making her doze off on the couch with her head on Spencer's lap. He didn't have the heart to wake her up, so he snatched a blanket from the chair next to the couch and covered them both. As Spencer watched her sleep, his thoughts wandered toward that lingering feeling in him—the urge to embrace her. Not only physically embracing her yet embracing her heart, her whole. It was something new for him.

It wasn't like the need to protect someone vulnerable to danger as he usually did at his job. Ana had already shown early in life that she could cope with adversity. Even so, seeing his heart exposed this way elicited a feeling of admiration and unconditionally. He could no longer see her as a stranger, let alone get the idea she would soon be no longer in his life. Was he naive in thinking they could keep this friendship once everything was over? Was he a fool in believing the feeling was mutual? Was it reasonable to think this was just friendship? Without answering all those questions, an exhausted Spencer fell asleep with Ana in his arms. In his mind, embracing her in more than a way.

Morning found Ana curled on the couch, covered with a blanket and something - someone - else. As she stirred, she felt a pair of arms around her waist. That was enough for her to open her eyes fully.

Those arms were Spencer's. Shit.

Not daring to move, Ana mentally revisited the night before. She fell asleep on Spencer's couch with Spencer himself wrapping his arms around her. Why didn't he wake her up? Was he still sleeping? The soft snoring escaping his lips told her yes.

Ana thought it was a crime to feel so comfortable right now. Should she move? Ana contemplated her options until, as on cue, Spencer stretched, losing his grip on her waist. She moved slowly, sliding off the sofa until she touched the floor. Seeing Spencer still not open his eyes, she got up quickly.

Still groggy from sleep, Spencer opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ana standing before him.

"Hey," he mumbled. Ana mirrored him.

"Hey. Good morning."

"Good morning," he smiled. Ana cleared her throat.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep last night. Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked, not mentioning how they were cuddling in their sleep. Spencer shifted to a sit position.

"You looked tired, and I didn't want you to disturb your sleep," he simply explained, rubbing his palms on his eyes to sweep the remaining slumber.

"I'm sorry. You must have been uncomfortable all night," Ana deduced, taking in the couch and the tall man on it.

Spencer thought about it, and the truth was far from that statement.

"Not really. Quite the opposite," Spencer admitted at loud. Ana gave him an odd look, and he realized what he said. "How are you feeling?" Spencer quickly changed the subject.

"Better, I guess," she shrugged. "I wanted to thank you for listening to me and, well, not kicking my ass out of here after the mess I made in your kitchen," she chuckled. Spencer did the same.

"I would never do that. And I'm glad you're feeling better," Spencer said, giving her a wide smile. Ana could have melted in the spot. How could he be so cute like that? She couldn't help but take in his adorable messy hair and how he rubbed his eyes like a sleepy little kid.

Get a grip, Ana. Get a grip.

"You know, I'm going to make breakfast. If you want to take a shower first," Ana offered, ready to head to the kitchen. Spencer checked his watch, and an idea popped.

"Ana! Wait!" he stopped her. She looked confused, asking if something was wrong. Spencer shook his head. "No, no. It's just, can we do something today? I mean, what if we go out and do breakfast in a new place I found?" Ana raised an eyebrow.

"Are you betraying my coffee shop?" Spencer laughed.

"Never! But I think you'll like the place. It's a beautiful day outside, and we can take a walk afterward. What do you say?"

Ana didn't know why she felt her cheeks turn red. It's not like he's asking her out on a date or anything like that. It's just a friendly outing. He only wanted to be nice to her, she thought.

"Okay. We can do that. One condition, though," Ana prefaced in a serious tone.

"Name it," Spencer quickly replied.

"Only if we're going to eat ice cream afterward," Ana said, and Spencer smirked.

"Deal."

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multifandomsimp69 · 4 months

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Spencer Reid X Ghanian male oc

Defiant

Masterlist

1-Slow beginnings

2-The corpse in the painting

3-The first meetings

4-Fallen angel

5-The girl in the class

6-Marked for error

7-Slinence in the storm

8-Wanted for duty

9-Prefect grave

10-The bride in the grave

#spencer reid x male reader #sub spencer reid #criminal minds x oc

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babiebomsmasterlist · 3 months

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For all of your Criminal Minds needs

Headcanons

Spencer Reid x reader with ADHD

One shots

Spencer comforting you after you lose your friends

Spencer Reid x Male!Reader fluff oneshot

Reader insert fics

N/A

Fics with Ocs

Baby Blue

Character Only Fics

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christmasbarbie-wp · 13 days

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DAYLIGHT -- chapter one

--#: 838 words

summary: in which the new child services agent falls (quite literally) for the FBI's boy genius or in which the FBI's boy genius helps bandage up his sweet co-worker.

pairing: spencer reid x male!oc (cosmo bennett)

Silent rustling filled Spencer's ears as he peered at his bosses anxious movements over the rim of his sunglasses.

His hazel orbs had settled on the same page ever since Hotch refused to remove his eyes from his watch, ''hey pretty boy, any clue why Hotch hasn't moved from his watch.'' the genius spun in his seat to look at his co-worker, ''the child service team have agents who were meant to be here... an hour ago.''

The screeching halt of car wheels echoed through the quiet desert followed by a loud car door slam. From the all black vehicle emerged a man in his early thirties decked head to toe in baby pink, a bag topped with stuffed animals dangling off his shoulder. His beautiful blue orbs paired with his fluffy, blonde locks made him look like a disney prince. Cosmo Bennett was the definition of gorgeous, or at least that's what he was always told from a young age. Trailed after by a copper haired woman who seemingly didn't know how to button up her shirt as everyone could spot her lacey, scarlet bra. A digusted look sitting on her face as her shadow coloured boots hit the floor, ''I hate the fucking desert. There's sand bloody everywhere and if i get bitten by some fucking lizzard then Mallory is dead.''

The team of FBI agents watched as the woman continued to spew out complaints, ''andy, you know Mallory doesn't like it when you swear around children. They have delicated ears and anyhow I think that man's waiting for us.'' Cosmo pointed to Hotch who finally looked relieved, ''those are the child services agents?'' Emily quizzed placing her coffee down on the table.

''indeed they are, i'm not one to judge but you can see up her shirt.'' Emily continued gesturing to Andromeda, ''and him, well he's actually quite cute other than the odd obsession with pink.'' ''oh and he's just so handsome. Look at those charming blue eyes. Their full of warmth and happiness.'' JJ commented observing Cosmo.

Cosmo picked at the sleeves of his pink sweater. A silent attempt to control his off-the-wall, bouncy energy, ''are you alright Agent Bennett.'' Hotch noticed the man's display of habit.

''well, Mallory thinks I'm too energetic so she tells me when meeting new people to just focus on something else so that I don't get over-excited and start rambling.'' Cosmo offered a warm smile to the montonous man.

The copper-haired woman snickered to herself, watching as Cosmo distracted himself by watching a lizzard running across the sandy scenery, ''she's got a point sunshine...you are literally the most energetic human being i've ever met and i've got a four year daughter. Trust me Agent Hotchner, i don't want to be here but Mallory told me I had to babysit him because last time we left him alone he wandered off into a cat cafe and we couldn't find him for two straight hours.'' Andromeda stopped seeing Cosmo petting the top of the lizzards head, ''Cosmo put the bloody lizzard down now.'' Cosmo slowly set the lizzard down with a pout on his face.

''my team is over there if you would like to introduce yourselves to them.'' Hotch suggested while point to the group of darkly dressed people.

Andromeda hated talking to new people, especially ones who gave her judgy looks hence why she brought Cosmo everywhere with her, ''hello, you must by the rest of the Bureau, I'm Andromeda MacDonald and this is...''

''Cosmo Bennett, it's wonderful to be working with you.'' Cosmo interupted going to shake Spencer's hand.

''Cosmo, darling your hand's bleeding... how on earth have you managed that from the car to here? We've not even been here for an hour yet.'' Andromeda quickly passed the dirty blonde at tissue at the sight of blood dripping down his hands.

''I don't know, I'm quite a clumsy person. No problem easily fixed, I can just get a plaster.'' Cosmo reached into his jammed bag.

The hazel eyed genius watched as the man struggled to get what he was looking for, ''you guys go meet Hotch, I'll help Agent Bennett.'' Spencer dismissed the rest of the group, moving to crouch down in front of Cosmo.

''thank you, you don't have to help me you know.'' Cosmo giggled as Spencer cleaned his cut with an anti-septic wipe.

If you were to ask Spencer Reid what his first opinion on Cosmo Bennett was he could only use one word. Angel. Well that and sunshine considering how bright Cosmo's smile and eyes gleamed. Cosmo was enchanting in Spencer's mind, from his bubbly personality to his piercing greyish-blue eyes. He just adored this man he'd never met but then again, Cosmo loved Spencer just from their first interaction, ''I'm Spencer, it's nice to finally meet the best social and childcare services have to offer.''

''it's nice to finally meet you too doctor Reid... wait Mallory called me her best.''

#fanfic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #wattpad #male oc

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ghost-king-kai · 5 months

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The Requesting Hall Guidelines

Welcome to the request guidelines! Here you can be informed of my dos & don'ts, characters & fandoms available, and rules in The Requesting Hall.

Please review (or at least skim through) these rules prior to sending a request to the hall.

Request Rules

Be sure to keep asks and requests respectful.

Make sure the request is detailed enough for me to write for.

Anons are welcome! (if you'd like a specific designation, feel free to ask)

The Dos & Don'ts

These are the types of requests I do and don't do.

I Do...

x Male!Reader

x GN!Reader

x Transmasc!Reader

x NB!Reader

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Characters Available For Requests

The listed characters and fandoms are the ones I am usually inspired to write on the regular or as of right now but that doesn't mean you can't ask if I write for a specific fandom or character that isn't on this list, especially if it's from the list in the Kingdom Directory.

Marvel

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Available for Romantic Requests: Peter Parker (Only Tom & Andrew Portrayals)

Platonic Only: The Avengers (Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, The Vision) [All Together & Individually] The Marvels (Carol Danvers, Monica Rambeau, Kamala Khan) [All Together & Individually] Etc. (there are literally so many characters-)

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Persona 5

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Criminal Minds

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Platonic Only: The B.AU. Team (Aaron Hotchner, Jason Gideon, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Alex Blake, Luke Alves, Tara Lewis) [All Together & Individually]

Star Trek

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Strange New Worlds

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Discovery

Platonic Only: The Crew (Michael Burnham, Saru, Sylvia Tilly, Adira Tal, Keyla Detmer, R. A. Bryce, Joann Owosekun, Hugh Culber, Gen Rhys, Paul Stamets, Jett Reno) [All Together & Individually] Cleveland Booker

Kelvin Timeline

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Fair Warning: Fandoms and characters will be added and removed a lot over time. Apologies in advance if a character or fandom you would like to request disappears overnight. Inspiration comes and goes and this section just reflects what and who I am gladly willing to write for at the time.

#the requesting hall guidelines #kingdom directory #addressing the masses

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findyourrp · 6 months

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Hi all! Looking for some fandom plots atm cause I’m missing my angsty babies hehe. I’m 25 and go by Tulsa and have been writing since I was probably 11 or 12?? Soooo for a hot minute lol. I’d definitely consider myself literate-adv. Lit as I’m able to pump out 3+ paras depending on the scene/reply. However, I will say, my favorite types of roleplays are around 2-3 shorter paras and rapid fire *chef’s kiss*. Non-rapid fire isn’t a deal breaker though, I know not everyone has time or attention haha.

RULES:

I’m just going to quickly jot down some loose ‘rules’ for lack of a better word, but I promise I’m really not too crazy strict lol.

The one rule I am STRICT on is that all of my partners need to be 18+. I prefer 20+, but I’m not gonna knock you if you’re 18 or 19, I know it’s hard to find partners.

I talked a little bit about literacy already, but just to specify I write in third person past tense and will always reply with at least a paragraph and I’d like the same in return. One-liners just make it hard to immerse yourself. I won’t roleplay with anyone who writes in the first person though, it lowkey makes me uncomfy…

I’m a sucker for some good smut scenes, especially when they include angst or come from something angsty or toxic (pls), so I’d prefer partners who are comfortable writing nsfw content. Of course we’ll discuss specific personal triggers together too, as for kinks though my characters have different ones based on THEM, not me. This has confused people in the past so just let me know if I need to explain any further : )

As far as doubling goes, I’ve heard it described in different ways by different people. The first way is just playing side characters to help world build and give the plot more substance/drama, that I absolutely do and would want my partner to do as well. Obviously our ship will be the main focus, but other characters bring the world to life! The second form of doubling I’ve come across is almost in a transactional sort of way? Kind of a ‘I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine’ type of thing. I don’t do that. There are a few canons I can and enjoy playing in these fandoms that we can discuss me playing for you if you have a pairing you want to do, but I just don’t like when people EXPECT me to double for ‘fairness’ sakes, it’s a big pet peeve of mine….

I think those are all of the rules I have? Well, at least that I’m remembering right now lol. Onto what I’m looking for I suppose: I’m looking for partners who are open to playing M characters in MxF plots. I have ~some~ original ideas, but I tend to like fandom plots best. These are some of the pairings I’m currently craving, the role with the asterisks (*) around them would be who you’d play. The next role would be who I’d play, with their standing as a chara in parenthesis and then the fandom after the dash!

ROLES:

*Derek Hale* x Paige Krasikeva (Canon-Divergent) - Teen Wolf

*Kol Mikaelson* x Averie Forbes (OC) - Vampire Diaries

*Inuyasha* x Kagome Higurashi (Canon) - Inuyasha

*Loki Laufeyson* x Eira Jarrledottir (OC) - MCU/Thor Movies

*Tomoe* x Nanami Momozono (Canon) - Kamisama Kiss

*Billy Hargrove* x Kat Wheeler (OC) - Stranger Things

*Finnick Odair* x Annie Cresta (Canon) - The Hunger Games

*Spencer Reid* x Olivia Chandler (OC) - Criminal Minds

*Male!OC* x F!OC - Percy Jackson

*Stiles Stilinski* x Lydia Martin (Canon) - Teen Wolf

*Draco Malfoy* x Artemis Cresswell (OC) - Harry Potter

Those are what I have right now, at least for this ad. Please keep in mind, all of my original characters have bios/backstories that are at least a page long if not longer. I know some folks have their opinions on ocs, but even just taking a look and deciding no is cool with me : )

This ad is turning out really lengthy, but just one more lil section before I wrap it all up lol: the following is what I’d be looking for out of a potential partner.

Can reply at least once a day, but would prefer multiple times. (obviously this doesn’t apply if something comes up, just let me know, I’m not strict or scary, promise!)

Loves to gush about the characters/pairings/fandom we’re writing. I love getting invested and coming up with potential future plot points or doing aus or hcs about where they could end up. It’s all so fun!

In that same vein though, I do want to set a boundary: I don’t do anything that requires me to share my voice or get off of discord. I have super bad anxiety so any kind of call or sharing of personal info stresses me out a lot. I’ve tried it once and it all ended in a mess and I’d rather not get into it again, so please be able to respect that.

If you write primarily on Discord in servers, that’s perfect! And bonus points if you use tupperbox!

OKAY! I think I’m finally done rambling lmao, sorry about how long it turned. If you’re at all interested please interact or simply add me on discord - toxicdeliquency

Also, please introduce yourself and what fandom and/or pairing caught your eye instead of just a simple ‘hi’ message, it makes things much easier and less awkward haha. Hope to hear from y’all!

🫶🏻

#submission

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godsfavdarling · 1 month

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chapter 30

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Molly and Spencer are enjoying adult activities for the first time in months.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: smut (oral: male receiving, protected sex)

words: 2,1k

a/n: thank you for all the likes! i'd love to know what you guys think so don't hold back on those comments <3

As the evening wore on, Spencer and Molly sat in the soft glow of the living room lamps and settled in to watch a movie.

As the credits began to roll and the movie drew to a close, Molly hesitated for a moment before gathering the courage to ask, her voice tentative yet sincere, "Would you like to stay the night?"

Spencer turned to her, his expression softened by a glimmer of hope. "Only if you'd want that," he replied, his tone gentle yet filled with a quiet longing.

She met his gaze, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You can stay. Your stuff is still here," she assured him, her words carrying a sense of warmth and welcome.

With a nod of gratitude, Spencer agreed, a sense of relief washing over him at her invitation.

Despite everything that has happened, Spencer found solace in the simple act of spending time with Molly.

But he couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease that gripped him. He longed to offer her the comfort she deserved, hoping that their shared moments together would provide some respite.

With each passing moment, he found himself drawn to Molly's presence, a sense of familiarity and belonging washing over him.

Yet beneath the surface, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more to her silence than met the eye. He yearned to break through the barriers she had erected, to offer her the comfort she needed, but he knew that unraveling the complexities of her emotions would take time.

He hoped that in the quiet moments they shared together, she would find the courage to open up and share her thoughts and fears.

As Spencer moved about the familiar surroundings of Molly's apartment, he couldn't help but notice the subtle reminders of their shared past. Everything seemed frozen in time, as if the apartment itself had been holding its breath, waiting for his return.

In the bathroom, he glanced at the neatly folded towels and the familiar arrangement of toiletries, unchanged since the last time he had been here. The sense of familiarity washed over him, offering a small measure of comfort.

As he made his way to the wardrobe, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of his clothes, clean, neatly hung and folded. It struck him how Molly had preserved this space, keeping his belongings close as if she had known he would return.

A rush of gratitude flooded through him, mingled with a tinge of regret for the time they had lost.

Spencer sat on the bed, his gaze lingering on her space which remained unchanged, with his belongings still occupying the shelves. He watched silently as Molly suddenly entered the bedroom.

She approached him, her gaze fixed on his, and without a word, she knelt before him. He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

With a determined look, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, her movements purposeful and deliberate. Spencer swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest, as he automatically shifted his hips upward, allowing her to pull his pants and underwear down and expose him to her gaze. The air seemed to crackle with tension as he awaited her next move, his body thrumming with anticipation.

Her hands brushed up the length of his bare thighs, her mouth warm and wet as she kissed and licked her way up his naked skin.

He felt himself growing hard just from the scene unfolding before him: her head between his legs, her soft lips and hands caressing his skin with gentle insistence. The desire coiled within him.

She cupped his balls, applying light pressure, making him groan loudly. She moved her hand up, encircling the base of his shaft, sliding it up and then back down. Skillfully, she moved her hand up and down, applying the perfect amount of pressure, eliciting waves of pleasure that intensified the ache between his legs into a painful, throbbing need.

Each stroke sent electric pulses of desire coursing through him, building the tension to an almost unbearable peak.

He had thought about her every day, missing her intensely. The mere possibility of never seeing her again had been tormenting him for the past few months. But now, here she was before him, working her magic, and it felt like a dream come true.

Lost in the intoxicating sensations, Spencer surrendered himself to the hot, wet heat of her mouth. He clutched at Molly, his fingers entwining in her honey-blonde hair, as waves of pleasure washed over him. He could feel the soft vibrations of her moan against his skin as she took him deeper, her tongue teasing and tantalizing every inch of him.

With a primal need driving him, he pushed his hips up, thrusting himself into her eager mouth, relishing the exquisite pressure and friction. Her tongue danced along his length, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through him, while the subtle scrape of her teeth only added to the intensity of the experience.

He bit his lower lip to stifle the sounds threatening to escape, his desire to maintain some semblance of control warring with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. Molly responded eagerly, her nails digging into his thighs, the sharp pain only serving to heighten his arousal.

His hips bucked furiously, driving himself deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, until she nearly gagged, but she took him eagerly, her own need matching his.

"Fuck, Molly," he urged, his breath ragged and desperate. The ache in his cock was almost unbearable, his balls drawn tight with the anticipation of release.

Molly moaned in agreement, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to Spencer's core.

Spencer's fingers slowly slipped from her hair, his touch gentle as he let go. He lay back onto the mattress, his body trembling with the intensity of his emotions and the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through him.

Tears welled in his eyes, a mix of ecstasy and vulnerability, as he moaned and whimpered.

With each breath, he felt himself get closer, the weight of his longing leaving him raw and exposed. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be consumed by the sensations, his chest rising and falling in sync with the rhythm of his racing heart and Molly’s movements.

And as the tears slipped silently down his cheeks, he knew that he had surrendered not just to her touch, but to the depths of his own longing and love.

Molly's movements didn't slow down; if anything, they seemed to grow more determined, more fervent.

As she looked up at him, her brown eyes locking with his, Spencer felt a surge of electricity shoot through him.

That was all he needed to go over the edge, his climax crashing over him in hot, wracking spurts. She swallowed him down, allowing him to release everything, not pulling away until he was completely spent.

His body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He felt utterly spent, but also incredibly satisfied.

Wiping her mouth with her fingers, Molly grinned up at him, her expression triumphant.

Molly got up from her knees, and as Spencer was evening out his breathing, she sat next to him on the bed. Still with his back against the mattress, he uttered, “God, I missed you so much.”

“Did you miss me or my dick sucking skills?” Molly teased, a playful glint in her eye.

Spencer, feeling a little flustered, didn't know how to respond to that unexpected question. It's not what he meant to convey.

“I'm kidding. I missed you too. Especially your pussy eating skills,” she said with a mischievous grin.

They both laughed, breaking the tension.

“I tried to masturbate…” Molly began, his cheeks flushing slightly, “but it's not the same.”

“It's not?” Spencer asked, genuinely curious.

“No. I suppose that means you can never go to prison again. Or leave me. Or...” she trailed off, the thought of losing him too much to bear.

“I'll never do any of those things. Although you, I'm gonna have to die before you because I won't survive that,” he said with a soft smile.

“Well, we have a problem then,” Molly replied, her tone light but with a hint of sincerity as Spencer took of his sweater.

"Come here," Spencer rasped, his voice thick with desire, as he grabbed Molly by the arm and yanked her towards his naked body.

With a hunger born of longing, he kissed her deeply, passionately, the taste of himself still lingering on her lips.

Then, with a sense of urgency, he turned them over, the need to feel her beneath him overwhelming. His hands moved deftly, undoing the buttons of Molly's jeans as his lips trailed along her neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. With each button released, his anticipation grew, the fabric of her jeans sliding down her legs as he revealed the soft curves of her body. He felt himself getting hard again.

Next, he lifted her blouse, his lips returning to the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing kisses along her jawline and down to her collarbone. His touch was gentle yet determined as he slipped his fingers beneath the soft material of her panties, caressing the heat between her thighs with a reverence that spoke of his longing and desire for her.

As Molly moaned into his ear and arched her back, Spencer felt a surge of desire coursing through him. He could already feel the evidence of her arousal, and as his fingers easily slipped into her wetness, she cried out at the sensation, her pleasure echoing in the room.

Feeling her urgency, Spencer continued to explore her with gentle yet insistent strokes, his own need growing with each passing moment. Sensing her readiness, Molly undid her bra and threw it aside, but then she stopped him, a note of caution in her voice.

"Wait," she said breathlessly, her eyes locking with his. "We have to use a condom. I stopped taking pills."

Spencer kissed her lips tenderly. "Of course," he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing circles on her skin. "Do we have...?"

Molly reached into the nightstand, pulling out a condom and handing it to him. Spencer took it from her hand, his movements skilled as he expertly put it on himself.

He looked into Molly's eyes, the intensity of his longing threatened to consume him. Unable to wait any longer, Spencer pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss.

With one of her knees pulled up to his hip, Spencer positioned himself over her, his weight supported by his hand next to her face.

Gently, he guided his throbbing dick between her slick folds, teasing her with the sensation of his tip against her entrance. A soft moan escaped Molly's lips as she arched her back.

With a longing glance, Spencer met her gaze, and then their lips connected in a heated kiss.

Without breaking it, he slowly began to slide himself inside her, the exquisite sensation of their bodies joining eliciting a gasp of pleasure from both of them.

As he buried himself deeper, their kiss deepened, their passion intertwining with every movement. Spencer's heart pounded in his chest as he lost himself in the sensation of being one with Molly, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Molly's continuous moans reverberated through the room, driving Spencer to the edge of his control.

Unable to resist any longer, he broke the kiss and buried his face into her neck, his lips finding solace in the warmth of her skin. Her hands wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer to her as they moved together in a passionate rhythm.

With each thrust, Spencer felt the beat of Molly's heart against his chest, syncing perfectly with the pulsing waves of pleasure coursing through them both. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be enveloped in the sensations, savoring every moment.

This was what he had missed so much, the feeling of being completely consumed by her.

Suddenly, Molly's voice broke through the haze of pleasure, “I’m close…”. Her words send a surge of determination through Spencer. He kept up the intensity of his movements, sucking on her neck as he drove her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

And when he felt her walls clenching around him, signaling her impending release, Spencer let out a primal cry of his own, his own climax crashing over him in a wave of bliss.

Spencer continued to move, prolonging their shared pleasure. Molly's hand found its way into his hair, gently pulling at the roots, sending sparks of sensation shooting through him.

In that moment, as they laid entwined in each other's embrace, Spencer knew that he never wanted this feeling to end.

#keep holding on #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x oc #dr spencer reid

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