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444rockstargf · 11 days

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Please write anything with Spencer Reid, hopefully fluff that turns into smut. I love your work 🫶🏻🫶🏻

"whip it into a cream." | spencer reid

taco truck x vb. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: sweet, pretty, and filled with white cream...

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 2.0k

contents: fluffy, baking cupcakes with spencer, unprotected p in v, creampie, very cringe-worthy joke at the end

“c’mon, spence! we’ll never get to put these in the oven if you eat all the batter.”

you take the spatula out of his grip as he slathers a small helping of red velvet cake batter on his tongue once again. he shakes his head, smiling as he licked the decadent mixture off his lips. “you’re one tough lady.”

you and spencer had made plans to go to the best restaurant in town tonight, but of course a thunderstorm had to hit the streets with raging lightning and roaring thunder. you were bummed, so much that you had gotten back into your pajamas and slumped down onto the couch, letting the evening waste away. but spencer wouldn’t let this storm rain on your parade. so he had come up with the brilliant idea of making your own sweet treat. he truly was a genius.

he got into flannel-print pajama pants that matched your pants, getting both of you into oversized hoodies as he picked you up and set you on the kitchen counter. he kissed you softly on the nose, staring at you intently with his big brown eyes and promising you the night of your life. then you two got straight to business.

you began carefully pouring the deep red batter into the small cupcake tins that each had a white cupcake wrapper inside of it. spencer stood behind you with a hand on your waist as he watched the oven reach the desired internal temperature, giving you a gentle squeeze as a signal. “let’s get these in the oven, baby.” you filled up the last tin, smearing away a stray drop with your thumb and licking off the residue.

you picked up the tray and spun around, handing it to him. he took it and carefully opened the oven, placing the filled tin inside with great care before shutting the oven. he sighed, putting his hands in the large pocket in the center of the hoodie. “and now we wait.” you looked around the kitchen, pouting slightly.

“we should probably start cleaning up this mess, huh?” spencer groaned softly, wrapping both his arms around you and letting his head nestle in the crook of your neck. “never thought i’d live to see the day that you of all people would want to clean.” you swatted him on the chest with a scoff, earning a laugh out of him. “...besides, we haven’t even gotten started on the icing yet.”

you eyes widened with realization. “right, let’s get to that while the cupcakes are in the oven.” spencer nodded, already two steps ahead of you as he dug into the pantry and pulled out all the ingredients in one trip. he set a jar of icing sugar, a stick of butter and a cup of milk on the counter, starting to combine the ingredients into a large bowl as you watched him in action. there was something so enticing about seeing a man in action, or maybe that was just the effect that spencer had always had on you. you were never able to tell.

you propped your elbows on the cold marble, grinning ever so slightly as you watched a sweet, fluffy cream come to life. he lifted up the coated spatula, holding it in front of you. “this look okay to you?” you squinted as you looked at it, frowning as you shook your head. spencer raises an eyebrow. “what’s wrong with it, baby?”

you pointed at something indistinctable in the icing on the spatula. he brought it centimeters away from his face, trying to find whatever could be wrong. then you pushed his hand upward, getting a white, gooey mess all over his nose. you burst into a laughing fit, spencer fighting back the grin that threatened to spread across his unamused expression.

he set the spatula back into his bowl, only managing to get a little of the frosting off his nose. he shook his head as you giggled profusely, taking you into his arms once again and sweeping you into a kiss, his nose rubbing against yours and distributing some icing in the process. he pulled away, gazing down at you through his eyelashes with a cheeky smile on his face. “well, it looks like we’re both iced now.”

you rolled you eyes, grinning as you got a wet cloth and cleaned the mess off of your face, passing it to him to do the same. he sloppily wiped his nose, only smudging the white cream in the process. you groaned, going on your tiptoes to reach his face. “geez, you just made it even worse, spence.” he picked you up by your thighs, setting your bottom on the counter. “why don’t you help me clean it off then..?” you used your thumbs to get the last bit off his face.

he opened his mouth, licking the frosting off your fingers and humming with approval. you smiled, caressing his face gently with your thumbs as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. his hands had a gentle grip on your bare thighs as his gaze went slightly hazy, like you were the only thing in the world right now.

your hands snaked around the back of his neck, slowly pulling him down to your level until you connected your lips in a leaden kiss, his jaw opening as his lips moved against yours. he hummed quietly into your mouth, head tilting against yours to get a better taste of you. the atmosphere sucked the both of you in whole, the warmth of the room and the sweet smelling aroma from the oven making your nerves stand on end.

spencer quickly got carried away, his tongue slipping into your mouth and exploring it. you gasped softly as he did so, a familiar tingle ringing in your core. your tongues fought a silent battle as spencer started to move against you, his hips rocking into yours as his heart raced in his chest.

he bit his lip, suppressing a groan that nearly slipped from his mouth. his eyes glanced down, seeing where your two bodies connected and the primal beast that had awakened in his pants. his cheeks immediately flushed red as his gaze ran up to your face, taking in your shiny, parted lips and dilated pupils. you wanted him, badly. and there was no denying the desire he had for you. so the only thing to do now was just go for it.

spencer’s hands travelled downward uptil they reached the maroon drawstring of his pajama pants, his shaky hands barely able to undo the simple bow that he had tied to keep them up. his breathing was heavy and shaky, matching yours as your pressed your legs together to stop the molten-lava that boiled inside of you. you were already soaking through your shorts. not wearing panties was an amateur mistake. who knew that you’d ever find yourself in a situation like this?

as spencer finally undid the know, his cock sprung out with a bead of precum rolling down the tip. you looked down at his manhood, taking in the 8-inches of pleasure that would soon be inside of you. you wrapped your hand around his girth, a sharp hiss escaping his lips as you stroked his slowly, smearing the precum down his length with your thumb.

he rocked his hips up and down, creating a little more speed and friction against his shaft. his eyes were locked on you, drinking you in like you were a drop of water from a precious fountain. his hands found your waist again, slipping underneath the waistband of your shorts, kneading your bare hips as his thumbs worked their way down to your wet core.

you lifted up your hips a little, pulling down your shorts and kicking them off, letting them lay lifeless on the linoleum floor. you ihaled a shaky breath as the cool air hit your wet pussy, your clit throbbing in response to the sensation. spencer was nearly as red and the batter the covered the bowl a few feet away from you.

he spread your leg apart a little further, slowly sinking down onto his knees until he was face to face with your dripping cunt. he looked at your hole, nearly drooling like a starved dog. he brought his mouth close to you, his hot breath warming up your insides. before digging in, he looked up at you, his voice dropping to a raspy octave. “can i..?” you nodded, sealing your eyes shut.

the feeling hit you like a brick. his tongue began to swirl across your wet pearl, his pink tongue slipping through your gooey folds. you were audibly soaked, the sound of his fingers slipping in and out of your tight hole filling the room, apart from your strained moans and whimpers. short grunts came from spencer as he pumped himself, his cock throbbing in response to his severe arousal.

his groans filled your body with waves of vibration, making you shiver as you rolled your hips against his tongue. “that’s it, baby… use me…” he managed to mutter through breathless gasps. you tossed your head back, his fingers hitting the tight bundle of nerves inside of you repeatedly.

spencer took his hand off of his dick, panting heavily as he rose back to his feet, desperately trying to recollect himself. if he had been down there for a second longer, he would’ve came without even getting to the main course yet. he lined up his pulsing rod with your cunt, teasing your entrance with his tip. you bit your lip, feeling more turned on by his teasing than anything else.

he grabbed your hips, starting to push himself in inch by inch at a time. you slurred out moans in unison, holding onto eachother for dear life until he completely stretched you out, your pussy swallowing him whole. he wasted no time thrusting into you, his hips slapping against your and sending recoils throughout your body.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he rubbed messy circles onto your clit, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. he swallowed hard, his cock coming into perfect contact with your cervix with every sloppy thrust. his balls slapped against the base of your hole. the stimulation became two much for you, your muscles twitching as you quickly fell into a state of overstimulation.

“s-spencer..! i-i, i’m gonna cum…” you choked out, your fingernails digging into the plush fabric of his hoodie. he buried his face in your neck, kissing it to hide the whimpers that spilled out from him. he fucked you at lightning speed, your bodies heating up like two stars reaching their supernova.

your nerves glowed as you felt yourself releasing all over him, your core buzzing with pleasure. as you convulsed around him, spencer shot hot ropes of hot cum into you, his muscles spasming as his eyes momentarily welled with tears. he pulled out of you with a gasp, stray drops of cum gathering at his tip.

he pulled you close to him, using you as a foundation as he hastily recollected himself. you hopped off the counter and in the nick of time, the timer dinged, signalling that the cupcakes were done.

you walked over to the oven, not bothering to put your shorts back on since the hoodie was long enough to hide to the cum that dripped down your inner thighs. you opened up the oven, grabbing an oven mitt and pulling out the cupcakes, the tops of them fluffy and rosy. your placed the tray on the counter that you had just been sitting on, spencer inhaling the sweet aroma.

he smiled, grabbing the bowl of icing, finally having the chance to add the finishing touches to the cupckaes. he took one last taste of the icing, now shaking his head with disapproval.

“the icing’s okay, i guess.” he pulled you closer to him, bringing his lips to your ear. “but you, my dear, definitely take the cake.”

author's note: bang bang kiss kiss.

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starch1ldz · 14 days

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Venom au

Emily: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Morgan: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Spencer: You’re both pathetic

Morgan: What do you sleep with?

Spencer: Y/n.

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thedelusionalbitchgianna · 3 months

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Therapist: Now what do we say when we have anxiety?

Emily: My anxiety may be chronic but this ass is iconic

Therapist: No!

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austinshotbutlers · 1 year

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The Wedding Date - Part Two

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Your sister’s wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to you family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is… you don’t have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.1k

TW: Mentions and allusions to sex, swear words and bad writing?

A/N: Part two is here!!! I’ve tagged everyone who commented on part one but let me know if you want to be removed. The love i have received for part one has meant so much, I didn’t think it would blow up as much as it did. Thank you so much to every single one of you! There will be a part three! Part one can be found here

“Maybe we should hold hands?” You suggested as your smoothed down the red, silky dress you had picked for the party as you made your way into the extremely expensive looking lounge bar. You adjusted your hair slightly to ensure it looked perfect and once again smoothed the surface of your dress.

“Stop fidgeting, you look beautiful.” Aaron smiled and he took your hand in his.

You walked through the large doors into a gorgeous, old fashioned style bar. Family and friends were mingling all around nursing all kinds of alcoholic beverages. A waiter with a tray of champagne flutes passed and you quickly grabbed two, handing one to Aaron. You knocked it back in one, ready to face the challenges of the evening.

“You might want to slow down just a little bit.” Aaron laughed as he took a small sip from his own flute.

You were about to respond but the shrill sound of your sister cut you off.

“EEEEK!” She squealed as she ran over. “My sister is here! Who’s the hunk?” She attempted to whisper so Aaron couldn’t hear but failed miserably. “I’m getting married! I’m getting married!” And before you could respond, your slightly intoxicated sister ran off to hound someone else.

“She is going to be so drunk by the end of the night.” You say to Aaron, rolling your eyes jokingly.

“I’m just going to step outside and give Jack a call. Is that ok?” Aaron asks, pulling his phone out his suit pocket.

“Oh god yes! Go call him!” You ushered him away to let him phone Jack. This was your chance to go and refresh yourself and you made your way to the restroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, tucking some loose hair back behind your ear before retouching your lipstick. You smiled to yourself as you remembered Hotch saying you looked beautiful, heat rose to your cheeks and you fanned your face to calm down. Once you had collected your thoughts and you had finished touching up your makeup, you headed straight out the restroom door and walked smack into someone.

“God I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was…” you looked up and immediately recognised the cold steely eyes that were staring back at you. “Luke….” You laughed nervously. “Hi.”

He loosened his tie slightly before he spoke. “Er… Y/N, hi.”

You both stood in an awkward silence for a few seconds as you took in his appearance. He had aged quite a bit since you had last seen him; the start of a receding hairline, a messy, unkempt beard and still wearing ill fitting suits. You took a mental note of how much better Aaron wore a suit.

“Where’s this boyfriend I’ve been hearing about?” He asked abruptly.

You were quite taken aback. “He’s somewhere in the bar. He wasn’t going to escort me to the bathroom.” You replied bluntly.

He was just about to say something else when the uncanny voice of your cousin filled the small hallway.

“Oh my god!! If it isn’t my favourite cousin ever!” She yelled, running over and embracing you tightly. “Seriously, nearly two years since I last saw you. I have ex-boyfriends I see more than you.”

You laughed as you pulled back from the hug. “Oh Livvy I’ve missed you.”

She smiled at you before turning to face Luke. “Hello asshole.” She says in a moody tone. “Hope it’s alright if I just steal my cousin away.” And before Luke could utter a single word, Liv was dragging you up the stairs back to the party.

“Thank god you came when you did. I think he was about to play 21 questions with me about my new boyfriend.” You huffed.

“I will always rescue you from that asshole.” Liv replied and picked up a glass of champagne. “Now here,” she passed it to you. “Drink! God knows you’re going to need it.”

You sipped at the drink and scanned the room to see if Aaron had joined the party again. Just then, you saw him on the arm of your mother as she introduced him to all of your aunts. She had clearly cornered him when he came back to the party and insisted on introducing him to all the family. You smiled as he said something which made the group laugh, all your aunts seeming to take an instant liking to him.

“Ok, spill! Who is the sexy boyfriend of yours then? How did you meet?” Liv asked as she watched Aaron as well.

“We work together at the BAU. He’s the Unit Chief.” You replied without a second thought.

“Dating the boss? Sounds like something I would do.” She laughed.

You shook your head with a laugh and then looked up to see that Aaron had managed to escape your mother’s death grip and was making his way over to you. When he reached you, he placed his hand on your hip and ducked down to place a kiss on your cheek.

“How was Jack?” You asked breathlessly, the tingle of Aaron’s lips still lingering on your cheek.

“Yeah he’s good. Tired from a long day playing soccer.” Aaron replied with a smile.

Your cousin coughed to remind you of her presence.

“Liv!” You burst out, moving to the side so Aaron could see her properly. “Aaron, this is my cousin Liv.” You introduced them. Aaron put his hand out and Liv shook it enthusiastically.

“Nice to meet you Aaron. I’m so glad Y/N finally got over that pathetic loser and decided to get herself a real man.”

“Liv!” You hissed at her as she embarrassed you but Aaron just smiled and moved so he could wrap his arm around your waist. “Let’s go get another drink.” You say to him and you both wondered over to the bar.

“What would you like?” Aaron asked as he caught the attention of the bartender.

“Anything that’s stronger than champagne.” You groaned.

“Two scotches please.” Aaron asked the bartender and he speedily poured out two tumblers of amber liquid.

“Thanks.” You murmured just loud enough for Aaron to hear. He placed his arm back around your waist, taking a sip of his scotch.

You started to giggle to yourself and Aaron looked at you quizzically. “What’s so funny?”

“Well it’s just…” you laughed a bit harder. “Hotch drinking scotch.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, trying his best to suppress the smile that was slowly forming on his face. “It’s not even funny Y/N.”

“Say that to the smile on your face.” You laughed harder and Aaron gave in, laughing with you. “I think the alcohol is finally working, I’m going to go and get some fresh air,” and you slowly made your way out to the patio, taking a deep breath in.

***

Aaron smiled as he watched you glide across the floor, heading to the opened doors. If someone had told him a month ago that he would be in LA with you, pretending to be your boyfriend, he would have said they were insane. This was so out of character for him yet it felt so right being here with you. Everything about you made his heart swell; your smile and laugh, your bad jokes, the way you tuck your hair behind your ears. But tonight, the way you looked in that red dress just took his breath away, you were simply stunning.

He turned back to the bar and asked for another scotch which the bartender handed over.

“I’ll have the same.” Someone said from beside him, he turned to look at the man. He had a long overgrown beard that definitely needed trimming and a rather bad fitting suit on. “Partying alone?” The man asked Aaron.

“No, my girlfriend has just gone to get a breath of fresh air.” He replied. “You?”

“All by myself tonight being painfully taunted by my ex-girlfriend.” Said the man with a sigh, taking a large gulp of his scotch.

‘Surely this isn’t Luke?’ Aaron thought to himself as he attempted to profile his mannerisms and appearance.

“Yeah she seems to be trying to make me jealous. She claims she has a boyfriend but I’m yet to see him with her. She’s desperate to show me what I’m certainly not missing.” He continued and Aaron immediately realised that this was indeed your ex-boyfriend. The bitter tone as he spoke about you so rudely was enough to make Aaron want to use all his FBI combat training but he refrained so not to cause a scene. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Aaron saw you striding effortlessly in your heels across the room to him.

*** You looked over the gorgeous gardens as you stood in the early evening, the sun beginning to set. While your sister may be an insufferable bridezilla, she knew how to pick a beautiful venue. You downed the last drop of your scotch and turned to look back inside at the party. Your sister and her fiancé Thomas were chatting to your dad, your mom was telling some extravagant story to a group of people who were laughing along and Aaron…

You looked for him and saw him where you had left him at the bar and talking to…Luke!

“Oh shit!“ you shouted out loud and received a couple of unimpressed stares from some guests who were admiring the gardens as well. You put the glass in your hand down on the nearest table you could find and hastily strode across the room to get to them. Without taking a single look at Luke, you wrapped your arms around Aaron and kissed him hard on the lips. His initial shock wore off almost instantly as he melted into the kiss, placing his free hand on the small of your back, kissing you back. It felt so perfect, so right and little did you know, Aaron felt the exact same.

You pulled back abruptly and turned to see Luke with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Luke!” You faked surprise. “I didn’t see you there. Have you two met?” You asked, motioning between him and Aaron.

“Not… not formally.” Luke replied bluntly.

“Oh! Well Luke, this is my boyfriend Aaron.” You smiled, moving so Aaron could offer his usual handshake which Luke shook reluctantly.

“I… er, I should go and find Thomas.” Luke said monotonously and he scampered away before you or Aaron could say anything to him.

As soon as he was out of earshot, you turned to Aaron. “Oh my god! That wasn’t too much was it?” You asked him frantically and Aaron just laughed.

“No, not at all. It was just a surprise is all.” He smiled sweetly.

“God I’m so sorry! And I’ve got lipstick all on your lips, hang on.” You frantically grabbed a napkin from the bar and started to wipe his lips clean of your red lipstick.

The concentration on your face made Aaron smile and he watched you with such adoration.

“Thank you.” He murmured and you looked too see him smiling at you. Heat rose to your cheeks, the way he looked you made you feel like a pre-teen again. You were about to speak when the sound of a glass being tapped silenced everyone in the bar.

“If I could please have your attention.” The voice of your mother filled the room.

“Jesus. Prepare yourself for the second-hand embarrassment from my mother speaking publicly.” You whispered to Aaron and he chuckled.

“Thank you all for coming to celebrate the engagement of my beautiful daughter Sarah and her fiancé Thomas. We have been waiting for a wedding in this family for a very long time now. We of course thought Y/N would be the first one down the aisle.” The mention of your name immediately caused a lot of looks from around the room focused on you, a couple of murmurs too and you cursed in your head whoever let your mom make a speech while feeling the affects of alcohol. However, the feeling of Aaron snaking his arm around your hips and holding you close made you relax and you tried to ignore your mom’s speech but luckily, your dad interjected and took over.

“To Sarah and Thomas!” He cheered raising a class and everyone followed suit.

“Are you ok?” Aaron whispered quietly into your ear and all you could do was nod.

***

As soon as you walked into your bedroom, you kicked off you heels and threw yourself onto the bed. Aaron walked in a couple of seconds later, loosening his tie and undoing his top button.

“That was simply awful.” You groaned into the pillow.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Aaron said as he sat down next to you on the bed, starting to unlace his shoes.

“Easy for you to say.” You huffed. “When you were talking to Luke, what was he saying?”

Aaron hesitated, debating whether or not to share the whole conversation but he settled on telling the truth. “He said you were trying hard to make him jealous and he didn’t believe you had a boyfriend.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and sat up abruptly. “He is such a dick!” You exclaim. “How did I deal with it for 5 years?”

“What exactly happened when he broke up with you?” Aaron asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

You took a deep breath. It was about time you shared the full story, no one knew it other than you and Luke. You hadn’t realised but Aaron had placed his hand on top of yours and engulfed it completely.

“It’s ok. Take your time.” He said with such care and kindness in his voice.

“Well, it was on our anniversary of all days. I guess we had been having some rocky patches, he didn’t like the idea of me moving to Washington and he especially didn’t like the idea of me joining the FBI. Luke is the reason it took me so long to apply for the BAU and when I finally did and told him, he was so annoyed!” Tears started to well in your eyes as you remember just how horrible the fight was and Aaron’s grip on your hand tightened which comforted you. “I ignored just how bad the fight was because everyone said it was normal but looking back, he was such a…”

“Fucking asshole.” Aaron interjected.

“Exactly. He’s exactly that.” You say. “The day he dumped me, everyone had got inside my head saying he was going to propose. My mom, sister and even his mom thought he was proposing. That’s why it hurt so bad, we were even… intimate the night before he dumped me.” Anger flared inside Aaron. How could anyone ever treat you like that? If he didn’t already hate Luke from his brief meeting with him this morning, he definitely hated him now. “No one really knew what to say to me, I was so heartbroken. I had to move back in with my parents and that’s when I decided I’d had enough and I packed up everything to come to Washington.”

“And thank god you did.” Aaron said with a smile. “The team wouldn’t work without you.” And you laughed.

“I’m going to go and get ready for bed.” You said, standing up and heading to the bathroom.

Once you locked yourself in the bathroom, you released a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. You just spilled your guts to Aaron and yet, you still knew so little about him.

***

Aaron was laying in bed when you came back from fetching a glass of water from the kitchen and you laughed.

“What’s funny now?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled from how he was laying with his head deep in the pillow.

“You’re too tall for the bed.” You giggled, walking round and placing the glass down on the bedside cabinet. You then pulled back the covers to climb in yourself. “When there’s two people in the bed, it makes me realise just how small it is.”

“I can sleep on the floor if that would be better?” Aaron offered, preparing to get out of bed.

“Don’t be stupid. You’ll get a bad back.” You said, shuffling to reposition more comfortably. “We’re just going to have to squeeze together. This is so cliché. The one bed trope from those cheesy romance books I read in college.” You groaned. “Thank you, again, for doing this for me though.”

“Stop thanking me Y/N, I wanted to help you.” Aaron replied, rolling over so he could face you.

Maybe it was the liquid courage still flowing through you from the party, but you lifted you hand and placed it on Aaron’s cheek, taking in all his features.

“You’re so handsome.” You mumbled, running your thumb across his lips and heat rose to Aaron’s cheeks before you leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Aaron immediately reciprocated, his hand moving to your hip so naturally, gripping it tightly as the kiss grew more heated between you. His mouth trailed down your neck, sucking lightly at the base which elicited a small moan from your lips. This was the most intimate you had been with someone in a long time and it felt so right to be doing it with Aaron. But suddenly and abruptly, Aaron pulled away.

“Wha… what’s wrong?” You asked breathlessly, lips still tingling from the kiss.

“Maybe we should stop before we do something we’ll regret.” He replied, moving his hand from your hip.

“But?…” you paused. Maybe he was right, sex could make things awkward. Sex could ruin your friendship. Sex could fuck up this whole arrangement. “Yeah… yeah you’re right. Erm, goodnight Aaron.” You said reluctantly and turned over to face the wall.

“Night Y/N.” You heard Aaron mumble before you drifted off to sleep.

***

Aaron woke from the bright Los Angeles sun peeking through the gap in the curtain, he looked next to him at you. You had manoeuvred during the night and were sweetly nestled into Aaron’s torso, his arm wrapped around you.

‘It was right to stop last night.’ Aaron tried to convince himself. ‘If we had slept together, it would have only overcomplicated things.’

Aaron kept these thought stirring in his head to persuade himself that he made the right call. He leaned backwards carefully so not to disturb you to reach his watch. The hands read 6:08am. He was always an early bird as it was these early mornings where Aaron felt most at ease. He carefully moved his arm from where it was wrapped around you, trying his best not to wake you. You stirred a little before rolling over, still sound asleep. He grabbed his running gear he had packed with him just in case and began to change, glancing around the room for some paper. Once he was fully dressed, he wandered over to the desk and opened a draw to reveal a stack of bright pink post-it notes. Pink was clearly your favourite colour growing up he noted in his head. He scribbled down a message on the post-it and stuck it on the empty glass on your cabinet.

He quietly walked down the stairs, trying not to disturb your parents but was shocked when he saw your dad sat at the dinning table with a cup of coffee and a newspaper.

“We haven’t scared you off have we?” Your dad asked with a laugh.

“No sir.” Aaron chuckled. “Just heading out for a run before Y/N wakes up.”

“I’d ask to join you but my running days are behind me.” Your dad said. “Venice Beach was always my favourite place to run, I recommend it for your route today.”

“Thank you sir, I’ll keep it in mind.”

***

You woke up surprised to find the bed empty, the mattress cold. You stretched to try and wake yourself up before turning to the bedside cabinet to check the time on the clock but a pink post-it caught your attention. You picked it up and read Aaron’s scruffy handwriting: ‘Gone for a run, back soon x’. The kiss at the end taunted you as memories of yesterday flashed through your head. Kissing Aaron Hotchner was something you never thought would happen in a million years, yet here you were.

You pulled the duvet back and climbed out of bed, grabbing your phone and trying to turn it on but it was out of charge.

“For fucks sake.” You mutter and scavenge through your bags to find the charger. “It has to be somewhere!” You thought out loud.

“What are you looking for?” Came the deep voice of Aaron out of nowhere.

“Shit! You made me jump!” You exclaim and stand up, turning to look at him. Your breath hitched in your throat as you took in his appearance. The tight shirt he was wearing accentuated his arms and the running shorts showed off his muscular thighs. The glimmer of sweat on his face and the glow of heat from the exercise made him look even more handsome than usual. This was a look you could get used to seeing everyday.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He chuckled. “If you’re looking for your charger, it’s in the big suitcase over there.” He pointed to the case that sat near the wardrobe.

“Thanks.” You say and unzip the case, reaching in to look for the cable. As soon as you fished it out the case, you plugged it in quickly and waited for the phone to get some charge.

“I’m just going to have a quick shower and then I thought we could head out for some breakfast?” Aaron suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good. We’ve been here a day and I already need a couple of hours away from my family.” You joked and Aaron nodded with understanding.

Immediately after he closed the door to the bathroom and you heard the water running, you turned your phone on and quickly typed a message out to Emily.

7:54AM | Y/N L/N: Help!!! I think I’m falling in love with Aaron.

7:57AM | Emily Prentiss: I did warn you it would happen! What went down at the engagement party?

7:59AM | Y/N L/N: My ex is still a dick as predicted. I kissed Aaron right in front of him and you should have seen his face LOL!

8:01AM |Emily Prentiss: Did anything other than kissing happen last night? ;)

8:02AM | Y/N L/N: Shut up.

8:04AM | Emily Prentiss: Ha! You didn’t answer my question which tells me YES! Something else did happen! Spill!

8:07AM | Y/N L/N: Fine! We made out a little after the party and I think we were going to have sex but Aaron said we should stop before we did something we might regret which was of course the right decision.

8:10AM | Emily Prentiss: OH MY GOD! Of course he said that, he is so down bad for you. He knows once you have sex with each other, there is no running away from his feelings. You need to sleep with him, I bet he’s actually quite good in bed. Do you think he’s as authoritative in bed as he is when we’re on a case?

8:12AM | Y/N L/N: Emily! Stop it! I have to go, I can hear Aaron coming out the shower.

And you switched your phone off before another text could come through from Emily. She was so enjoying this too much.

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“Any idea where we should go for breakfast?” Aaron asked you.

“There’s this really amazing brunch bar near Santa Monica pier, I used to go there all the time with Sarah.”

“Sounds perfect.” He smiled as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Your mom called from the kitchen.

You and Aaron saw her standing at the kitchen island drinking a fluorescent green smoothie.

“What’s up mom?”

“Ahh perfect! You’re both here. Sarah wanted me to ask you if you and Aaron could join her and Thomas for one of their last minute dance lessons.” She said excitedly.

You groaned like a miserable teenager. “Do we really have to? Aaron was just about to take me for brunch.”

“Yes! It will be great fun.”

You knew then, there was absolutely no getting out of this one.

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Part three

#aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch x y/n #hotch x reader #ssa aaron hotchner #criminal minds #fake dating #fake dating au #the wedding date

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The boy is mine (Spencer x Reader)

Based on “The Boy is mine” by Ariana Grande

“The boy is mine,

I can’t wait to try him”

Your dad was president. Yes, he was.

And as the first daughter, you had to have security. That was obligatory.

But after an attempt is made on your life, your dad gets more cautious, and during the time of the investigation an FBI agent is charged with your safety.

Spencer reid x reader

I/ The one where you meet, and he’s so fine you spill coffee on yourself

II/ The one where you’re clumsy, and somehow end up on top of him

III/ The one where he can not act as if he’s not attracted to you anymore

IV/ The one where you get caught

V/ The one where your dad accepts him

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mxssingmemories · 6 months

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your instagram, but you're friends with the bau

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yourusername

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yourusername he found a goat. everyone run and hide, we're all fucked

boygenius his name is is edgar

yourusername for the last time, HE DOESN'T HAVE A NAME

keepitpg please tell me you kept him

yourusername we did not and now spencer is mad at me

boygenius @/yourusername we could have kept him!!!

chocolatethunder reid in his natural habitat

boygenius that was uncalled for

doublej henry saw this and wants to meet the goat, you're screwed @/yourusername

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yourusername i did what i had to do.

ahotchner I'm pretty sure this qualifies as workplace harassment.

yourusername sorry dad

doublej y/n terrifies me

chocolatethunder same

prentiss same

boygenius same

italiandad same

yourusername i'm flattered

keepitpg it had to be done

yourusername EXACTLY

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yourusername welcome to the family of weird ass profilers, roo :)

keepitpg I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

chocolatethunder i want to meet this animal now.

boygenius did you know that world war one made german shepherds famous ? in other words, i can't wait to meet this guy

ahotchner Are you able to bring Roo to the office tommorow?

yourusername that can be arranged, boss

doublej me and @/prentiss are requesting custody of this angel

yourusername permission granted

prentiss SHIT YEAH smd @/chocolatethunder

italiandad I might have made some dog treats for Roo

yourusername you know my address, just knock and roo will love you forever

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yourusername i love our dysfunctional little family

boygenius i forgot my socks were purple

chocolatethunder wtf is with reid's socks

ahotchner I appreciate all the work you do for this team, Y/N. We all love you.

yourusername dude you can't just say that i'm crying in the club rn

keepitpg i love you guys :)

doublej <3

prentiss stop i'm feeling things

italiandad Love you guys.

#bau x reader platonic #instagram au #my writing #this was sm fun to make #criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #jj jareau #derek morgan #david rossi

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cumulo-stratus · 15 days

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Embrace[s.r]

spencer doesnt feel like hes anything more than his intelligence, but ethan proves him wrong.

WARNINGS- angst, internalized homophobia, self esteem issues, crying, mentions of mommy issues

college au!Ethan x college au!spencer reid ][ hurt/comfort ][ masterlist!!

a/n- ok this is actually my first ship fic and im so excited!! i've been obsessed with Ethan x spencer ever since i started writing this! hope y'all enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing <3

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there was a soft breeze drifting through the window ruffling the non-existent curtains that no college student was going to spend their little money on. Instead there were some cheap shades provided by the university.

Ethan never minded his small means, his small dorm with a small bed despite being in his junior year. The bed was big enough to fit him and Spencer and that's all he cared about.

but tonight, in the dark room they weren't sitting on top together- no Spencer was hunched over himself his body wracking sob after sob, and ethan’s arms wrapped around him. they left comforting circles on his back, and squeezed spencer tightly against his chest.

the darkened room left both boys faces wailed by shadows, hiding spencers tear track stained cheeks from his best friend.

ethan’s hushed voice was deafening over the silence of the tiny dorm room. He whispered quiet small nothings into spencers ear.

spencers cheek was smushed into his best friends shoulder, and his face was in ethan’s neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his worn university sweatshirt.

spencers knees were pulled to his chest in a self soothing motion, and ethan’s arm wrapped around the ball of spencer in his lap. Spencer also had his arms wrapped tightly around ethan’s waist, white knuckle gripping the back of his sweatshirt.

spencer had never felt worth more than when he was with Ethan. Ethan saw him for more than a 187 IQ or a multiple degree nerd. To Ethan, spencer was a man who had humor, deep empathy, and so so much love to give.

And it was nights like these were sometimes spencer needed a little help remembering that.

after all, thats what best friends are for right?

by two am, spencers body didn’t have any more tears to cry. He was a tired cookie sinking into his best friend’s arms.

“i, im sorry,”

spencer sounded hesitant, voice still shaky and throat still frogged. Ethan only chuckled lightly to himself, causing spencers eyebrows to knit together slightly and his head to perk up from its place on the other boys shoulder at the sound.

“spencer you've nothin to be sorry for” ethan’s soothing drawl lulled spencers worries along with the bashful smile he held for the idiotic genius in front of him.

this caused a small smile to crawl its way onto spencers lips and a blush on his cheeks.

“everyone needs a lil’ reassurance sometimes- even geniuses like you spence,”

spence. only Ethan called him spence. spencer liked when ethan called him that. the only other person who had a nickname for him was his mother, and thats a whole other can of worms filled with mommy issues we dont have time for.

these reassuring words caused the aforementioned smile to grow on his lips a centimeter or two. Spencer had now raised his head to look directly at Ethan. Their faces were so close, they could feel each others breath warming the others’ lips.

Ethan couldn't help but let his eyes drift downwards to spencer’s pink lips, the moment getting the better of him. the young genius was too busy staring into ethan’s beautiful deep brown eyes.

the bearded man tentatively lifted a hand to spencers cheek. he cupped it gently, his thumb rubbing away the tear tracks littering spencers soft cheeks. Ethan could feel the heat rising to his already warm cheeks.

this caused spencer to smile a bit, his eyes crinkling slightly from joy and bashfulness. they reminded themselves of school girls, blushing and grinning for eachother.

Ethan leaned in closer without actually touching spencers face with his, if that was possible. though it was spencer who took the final leap to close the gap.

Spencers lips felt exactly how Ethan had imagined them for months, the kiss feeling electric as they danced. Ethan had been pining for his best friend for months, but this whole experience was new for spencer. He had never really kissed anyone, and he had never really imagined it being with a man. but it felt right. like so many things had just clicked into place and spencer felt at peace in ethan’s arms

finally pulling away air, they both grinned big bashful smiles at each other. “that was nice, i like doing that. i like kissing you.” Spencer the ever logical man of science stated them as facts, though the hearts in his eyes were far from logical.

“can i kiss you again?” Ethan phrased it more like a statement than a question, but the offer still stood. instead of a response, Ethan got a kiss, which i guess one could say is a response. this time neither was caught off guard, and they could enjoy it more.

spencer felt fireworks behind his eyes to say the least.

when the pair reluctantly pulled away for air again, Ethan couldn't help but stare into spencer blown, honey brown pupils. Thais caused spencer to blush, a warmth creeping up his cheeks, blending with the buzzing lingering on his lips left by ethan’s own lips.

“i like you, ethan, like a lot”

ethan chuckled a bit, not at spencers admittance, but at the fact he fel the need to say it. “oh really spence, we practically just made out. but for the record i like you to, like a lot” Ethan had a warm smile fas as he spoke, looking down at spencer, who was still resting the side of his head against ethan’s shoulder.

spencer blushed a little when Ethan called him out, but knew he only meant it lovingly. though lovingly was the only way ethan ever spoke to spencer.

Even before spencer collapsed into his arms crying when he came over to vent about classwork, even before Ethan comforted him with no hesitation, and even before they practically made out. which was why Ethan felt the need to support

“hey spence?”

“ya?”

“you know it’s okay that you kissed a guy, ive known i was into guys since freshman year, its okay.”

spencer looked down, fiddling with his fingers like he always did. Ethan took the opportunity to take spencers hands in his. “hey, honey, look at me, it’s okay.” spencer darted his eyes up to Ethan’s and he said with an obvious frog in his throat “its okay that I kissed you, its okay that im in love with you.”

ethan’s smile was warm at spencer’s words, and he placed a peck on his cheek. “thank you handsome, thats all i wanted to hear.” spencer was even more blushy at the pet name, leaning farther into ethan’s shoulder in the hopes of obscuring his face in the other boys sweater.

“you know if your in love with me, then i think that means we should be boyfriends, right?” Ethan had a playful tone, but the questions till stood.

“i think so too, boyfriend.” spencer spoke joyfully, a smile on his face as he placed one last kiss on his now boyfriends lips.

without any other words said the new couple laid down together. spencer laid with his back resting against his boyfriends chest as he curled in on himself.

Ethan took the opportunity as the big spoon to rest in face in spencers hair, the smell of his hair gel bringing comfort.

Spencer fell asleep to the sound of ethan’s breathing and the feeling of his boyfriend’s warmth against their skin. He felt like more than enough in ethan’s arms, in ethan’s embrace.

The End

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𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜

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Business as Unusual - Chapter 6: The Domestic Life of Crime Bosses

NOTE: Please do not translate, plagiarize, copy, or steal my work as your own ~ Thank you <3

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader

word count: 6.4K

warnings(18+only): Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; Angst

CHAPTER SIX: THE DOMESTIC LIFE OF CRIME BOSSES

Kate squeals with excitement as you and Kate sit together in Nat’s office. Nat stepped out for a moment, taking a call from the dry cleaners. Her voice was slightly annoyed from the interruption.

“FINALLY!!” Kate cheers in a hushed whisper.

“Shhh” you wave your hands in front of you, not wanting Natasha to hear you two.

“So they’re finally going to take you out?”

“Yes, Saturday night actually.” You say with your glasses perched at the tip of your nose. Gripping a pencil in one hand, the other typing into a paper tape calculator. You were more than capable of doing mental math, or doing the work via pencil and paper, but having a calculator like this helped you see if by chance you made an error along the way (which was next to never.) Good practices made for little mistakes though.

Kate claps her hands together, her blue eyes turning to little crescent moons with the way she’s smiling.

“Yelena and I have been shipping the three of you for so LONG now,”

“Apparently everyone has known about their crush for a while now,” you chuckle, turning to enter the numbers into the accounting software on Nat’s computer.

“And obviously we’ve all seen the way you act when you’re around them.” You turn to look at Kate, fake shock filling your features. She giggles, and pushes your shoulder with a gentle hand. You grab your arm, and pretend to wince in pain.

“Ow! ow! Wanda!” You pretend to cry out, voice low, but loud enough for Kate feel her anxiety spike. Kate knows that Wanda would be home at some point soon for lunch. Usually she popped her head in the office to say hello by now. On a usual day like today, Nat would sit with you going over numbers all morning. Depending on the client, it could take anywhere from an hour to at least 5 getting ahold of different vibranium suppliers via untraceable phone numbers, emails, etc. After spending the majority of yesterday taking notes while Nat blabbed on the phone with someone in East Africa, today felt like putting on a pair of old sneakers. Comfortable, and easy to walk in.

“Don’t you dare!! Wanda nearly threw Yelena off the side of a building for the ankle incident.” You grin, pushing your reading glasses up your nose.

“To be fair your wife left a foot shaped bruise on my sternum for weeks,” You say, running a hand over your sternum. Truthfully, the bruise had just started to fade, now yellowing around the edges. Wanda was still making you ice the bruise. Yesterday she watched you wince slightly when carrying a box into the apartment. For the next hour you had a bag of frozen peas practically strapped to you.

“Oh yeah? And I’m sure it was so hard having nurse Nat care for you,” Kate rolls her eyes, and sits back in her chair, a smug smile playing across her face. Kate was here today to learn the security program with you.

Most days Kate works with Clint, as his back up security detail for Natasha. She’s a skilled archer who’s trained in martial arts. According to Nat, Kate is a pretty good shooter. Although the raven haired girl doesn’t look the type to fight, she’s taken down more than a dozen grown men in the past. Today she just wears a pair of joggers, and a black zip up hoodie. You recognize the shirt she wears underneath as a crop top that Yelena wears from time to time.

“No comment,” you say, a bit flustered as you remember the day Natasha and Wanda took care of you after Yelena’s blow to your sternum.

Flashback: 8 hours post “The Ankle Incident”:

Nat turns the spare key into the lock of your apartment. The usually light footed woman, tip toes inside to find you snuggled against Wanda. Foot still resting atop a pillow, which has moved to the opposite end of the couch rather than the coffee table. The two of you under your fleece green blanket, which Nat has learned is your favorite. Softly Ratatouille played on the television. The volume is just above silent. Natasha so desperately wanted to curl up with you and Wanda. Your head rested on Wanda’s chest, soft snores escaping your lips. Wanda’s arms are wrapped around your sleeping body. With little to no pressure Natasha tapped her wife on the shoulder.

“Malaysh, it’s me. Time to wake up,” she whispered. Wanda’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at her wife sleepily. The two share a brief kiss hello.

“I see that someone is still zonked,” Nat whispers, gesturing down to you. Wanda hums, running a hand through her hair.

“She woke up and insisted that we watch another film,” Wanda’s eyes flicker up to the television screen.

“You should have put her to bed,” Nat scolded.

“I was going to take her to bed after the cooking Rat movie,” Nat looked over her shoulder, and shook her head at the ridiculousness of the movie. Of course Y/N would love a movie about a cooking rodent. She reaches for the remote, and presses the power button, and the screen goes dark.

“I’m going to take sleeping beauty to bed, okay?”

Wanda yawns, and nods her head. Nat hooks her arm under your legs, and cradles your sleeping body against hers. You snuggle against the Russian’s chest, basking in her warmth. She pretends to play it cool, but she pulls you in closer. Her heart fluttered in her chest.

“Can you have Bucky pick her up Ensure or Pediasure or something tomorrow? She needs to put some meat on her bones.” Wanda nods in agreement. Both of them know that you never finish a meal. Your chronic stomach aches made you constantly nauseous. Rendering you underweight. It’s not that you didn’t like to eat, the two of them watched you eat sweets, ramen, and (hot) pasta dishes. You just physically couldn’t handle food sometimes.

“Too chalky,” you mumbled, stirring in Natasha’s arms. She chuckled, of course that’s what you heard her saying.

“Go back to sleep, silly girl,” Nat cooed, heading toward your bedroom. She opens the door, and sees the dragonfly night light illuminating your room. Gently she laid you down, making sure to put zero pressure on your ankle. As she pulls the covers up, s he notices the small bunny rabbit stuffed animal on the floor beside your bed and smiles. Picking it up, and placing it next to you on the bed. Instinctively you reach out and cuddle the bunny closer. The Russian’s heart nearly melts right then and there.

“Goodnight, Sweetheart,” she whispered softly before exiting your room.

Present Day:

“What aren’t we commenting on,” Nat asks as she renters the office. She’s got an apple in her hand, which she’s taken a few bites out of already. She sets a glass of water down next to you. You stare at it blankly, before turning your head back to the computer screen.

“We are commenting on whether or not Y/N needs another cup of coffee,” Kate says cooly. Nat laughs, shaking her head. She gestures for you to drink the glass of water, although she would never force you to drink it. You shake your head, you already had two glasses today. One glass that Wanda made you chug at breakfast, and another that took you 2 and a half hours to drink. Before you can verbally protest, Kate’s phone lights up, and she looks down at the message.

“Ah, shit. Clint needs me to give him a hand with moving supplies. I gotta run,” Kate jumps to her feet, and without a word leaves.

“And then there were two,” you say smiling up at Nat. She grins back. She pulls you to your feet, and sits down on her desk chair, which you’d been preoccupying all morning. Without fail, she pulls you into her lap. Now that Kate was gone, Natasha didn’t feel the need to hold back. The past few days have felt like a dream. The constant touching from the two women felt almost normal now. Neither of them had kissed you on the lips yet. A kiss on the forehead, the back of the hand, top of your head, sure. Your mouth was apparently off limits. You bury your head into the side of Nat’s neck, and she sighs softly.

“Wanda will be here soon,” she tells you in her low voice. It almost sounds like a warning.

“Good, I miss her,” you mumble, and Natasha laughs huskily. She begins to type into the calculator, silently forcing you to take a much needed break while she double checks your work. Natasha typically works in silence, but today she puts on your Spotify playlist. Preferably she puts on the playlist with classical music on it.

“This all checks out. We should be able to get the checks out to Tony for our next rescue by next Monday.”

You nod your head, determined to assist with the next mission. You pull out your phone. You don’t have any new messages from Wanda. Frowning, you slide the phone back into your sweatshirt pocket. You’re ready to be done with work for the morning. The impossible urge to get up and move was setting in quickly.

“What time did Wanda say she’d be home?” You whine growing antsy in Nat’s lap. Without thinking, she places her hands on your hips to keep you still. You freeze the moment you feel Natasha’s touch.

“Am I not enough, baby?” She asks.

You are hyper aware of her hands on your hips. Her words echo through your mind like they are bouncing off the walls of an open chamber. Suddenly you can’t think about anything else but Natasha’s hands on you. You can feel her eyes looking down at you. Timidly you look up through your lashes at her. The stark green of her eyes never ceases to amaze you. Her eyes are emeralds shimmering in the sunlight.

“Nat,” you say, voice low.

“Hmm?”

You look up the tiniest bit more to stare directly into her eyes. With one of her hands still on your hip, her other hand tips your chin up to connect your lips together. And oh boy, does she kiss you.

Your heart flutters excitement in your chest. Natasha tastes like coffee and mint. Her red lipstick stains your naked pink lips. You had always pictured Natasha’s lips to be gruff, but they are quite the opposite. Her lips are perfectly moisturized, and so very gentle when kissing you. She’s gentle, but urgent with you. The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but when you break apart you're gasping for air. Had you been holding your breath that entire time? Nat rubs your back with her free hand, forehead pressed against yours. The two of you giggle like school children.

“Oh?” Wanda’s voice rings in the room, and your head whips in her direction.

“WANDS!” you nearly cheer, clambering out of Natasha’s lap. Half running to her, she opens her arms to embrace you. She wraps her arms around you and squeezes you for a tight hug.

“I missed you,” you mumble into her. Wow, have you always been this clingy?

“Really it didn’t look like it just a moment ago?” Her voice is half playful and half serious. Which confirms to you that she’d witnessed you and Natasha kissing a minute ago.

“C’mon Wands, it’s not a race” Nat says casually, turning her attention back to her computer. Your cheeks are burning as you look up at Wanda. She looks down at you, her pupils are blown wide. You feel the tweed of her pant suit under your fingertips. She takes in your sorry expression before speaking again.

“You’re right. I’ll just have to wait for the perfect moment then.” Wanda says before scrunching her nose at you with a smile. Nat tells you both to go on and eat lunch without her, she will grab something to eat shortly. Natasha has a 12:30 p.m. call with someone from Sweden. You hear her pick up as you exit from the room, hand in hand with Wanda. You are always shocked when you hear Natasha speak another new language. Before today you didn’t even know she could speak Swedish.

“What’s for lunch?” You ask when Wanda places your switch into your hands from off the counter.

“I was thinking of grilled cheese and tomato soup. How does that sound?”

“That sounds really good actually,” Wanda gives you a large grin, and wraps an arm around your waist pulling you into a side hug before shooing you away from the kitchen. You sigh, and make your way into the living room.

You fling yourself back into the cushions, and start up your game. Your villagers have been overjoyed with the work you’ve done on your island. You smile as you see the little characters dancing around celebrating the bridge you’d built.

Quickly though, you mind thinks back to Natasha. The way her hands felt on your hips, her lips against yours. Your body is aching for her. But you had to be good. As more time passes you start to wonder about when Wanda will kiss you. You’ve been fantasizing about her for a long time. A couple of weeks ago the possibility of her even spending more than a few minutes around you was so far-fetched. But now, she’s the first person you see every morning, and the last person before you go to bed. Maybe she would kiss you after your date Saturday night.

“Y/N, honey, lunch is ready,” you jump a mile in your seat as Wanda’s voice pulls you out of your fantasy.

“C-coming Wanda,”

You quickly hit the save button, push yourself off of the couch, and make your way into the kitchen.

“I was thinking,” Wanda starts as she brings your food over to the kitchen table. You look up at her, “maybe you could do some running around for me this afternoon with Bucky? There are a few things we need for dinner, and dry cleaning we need picked up.”

You were supposed to spend the rest of the day with Natasha, and you really (selfishly) wanted to be with Nat at the moment. You wanted to be with Wanda too, but she had meetings this afternoon that she had to be at.

“MJ could come too. I know you like a little bit of company on your travels.” You take a bite of your sandwich. You notice that she’d cut the crust off for you. Glancing up, you see Wanda smiling down at her soup, moving the spoon around in the bowl.

“I think Natasha wanted to show me the security program.” You say testing the waters on how she would feel if you stayed here with Natasha. The spoon stops in Wanda’s soup bowl, and you can see her slight tug downward of her lips.

“She can show you tonight.” Wanda says reaching across the table for your hand. Fingers intertwined with yours. You sigh, knowing that Natasha would let you go. But you wanted to learn the security software now, but you knew better than to argue with Wanda.

“Okay,” you smile, and Wanda nods her head. You want to ask her what she’s thinking about. Why was she being so pushy about groceries and dry cleaning? It was the middle of the week. Wanda and you went to the store on Sunday together. There was plenty of food for dinner.

“How is MJ?” You ask casually dipping your sandwich into the soup, deciding to change the topic of discussion completely.

“She’s well! I met her boyfriend the other day. His name is Peter, he brought her flowers for their anniversary. It was very adorable,”

You smile and think of the secretary and her boyfriend sharing soft giggles outside of Wanda’s office. A small part of you wishes you had been there to meet the boy. Maybe to have Wanda introduce you as her… what were you to Wanda and Natasha? A girlfriend?

“That’s so cute,” you say, between another mouth full of sandwich. Wanda chatters about the company, and you discuss some of your favorite books. Wanda gives you a few recommendations, since she basically reads a book a week. An hour passes; the bowls and plates are left for the housekeeper to take care of. You are starting to worry about Natasha. She doesn’t usually take this long on her calls.

You peek your head into the office, and Natasha is standing at the window. Her arms are crossed, and you don’t think that she’s noticed. She looks lost in her thoughts. In an attempt to not interrupt her, you slowly start to back out of the office.

“You don’t have to go,” her voice sounds strained, like she is attempting to fight off tears.

“I was just checking on you.” You say standing in the doorway. Hands taking their natural position, clasped behind your back. She turns to look at you, and she looks tired. Her eyes are glassy, and you wonder if she really was fighting off the waterworks.

“I’m right here,” her attempt at a smile is weak, and you yearn to wrap your arms around her waist and squeeze her tight.

“Wanda asked me to do some errands this afternoon,” you say. The words hang in the air for a moment. Her eyes cast downward, and then she shakes her head. The weak smile never wavering from her lips.

“That’s okay. Tonight then, security program?” She motions with her thumb over her shoulder to her computer.

“You bet!” You smile, and walk over to Nat. You embrace her, arms around her waist. You don’t know what’s wrong, but you hold her tight to remind her that you are there for her. Her muscular arms wrap around you, and you feel her growing soft again. Defenses falling for you.

“I’ll miss you,” you mumble against her chest. She chuckles softly.

“It’s only a little while, baby girl,” Nat leans down, and kisses the top of your head. You try to turn your head so that she will kiss you again, but gracefully she maneuvers out of your hold. You frown, and the older woman ruffles your hair.

“Call me if you need anything, okay? I'm gonna run to the warehouse to meet Clint and Kate.” You nod your head, and head out to do the list of errands that Wanda left for you to do.

You spend the entire afternoon thinking about Natasha. Had your kiss been so bad that she didn’t want to kiss you again? Would she tell Wanda that you didn’t kiss well? To be fair you think you’ve only kissed 3 people ever, including Natasha. You also wonder why she had been upset. Bad kissing didn’t equate tears?

When you pick up the dry cleaning you see the suit Wanda bought for you for the Gala next weekend. Smiling when you see that she’d gotten your name stitched in gold lettering on the inside of the suit jacket.

“I was thinking,” you say to Bucky. He’s opted to let you sit in the front seat today. He glanced over to you. His ray bans make it nearly impossible for you to see his eyes.

“About changing the music?” He grins, as your Boygenius CD plays softly in the background.

“Absolutely not, this is ART. I was actually thinking about you possibly teaching me how to drive?” You ask, looking at him, and then glancing out the windshield again. You want to appear nonchalant. Bucky was certainly a cool guy. He never forced you to talk to him. He was perfectly content with comfortable silence. For Christ’s sake, he wore a leather jacket and suits. Nothing screams badass more than a leather jacket.

“We must have different tastes in art then.” He laughs, taking his sunglasses off to look at you. You stare at him blankly, waiting for an answer.

“I think that would be great. I’d love to teach you kid,” he winks playfully, and focuses his attention back on the road.

“Thank you, Buck.” You smile, settling back into your seat. He rolls his eyes at you using his shortened nickname. He secretly loves it, you know it.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that, by the way.” He laughs as he pulls up to the apartment building. As you’re walking up to the building you see Clint speaking to Kate in a very serious manner. They stand far enough away from the building, close to the alleyway beside the building. Kate looks apologetic as she whispers back to Clint. The blue of her eyes are piercing in the afternoon sun. Clint looks down at the sidewalk at you and Bucky, and shakes his head. You don’t want to interrupt, so you continue into the building. Bucky glances over his shoulder at the pair, and says nothing.

“What was that about?” You ask as the two of you get into the elevator. Bucky pushes the button to Wanda and Natasha's penthouse. He just shakes his head again, and continues to stare forward. A sinking feeling courses through your body as the elevator rises. You wonder if this is about Mrs. Bishop. Could it be? No, Wanda said she’d literally end Eleanor Bishop's life if she even thought about crossing her. No one would be so stupid to cross Wanda Maximoff. The elevator door slides open, and you and Bucky enter the apartment.

“Sestra, Eleanor Bishop will be stopped.” Yelena’s voice is full of annoyance, but you can hear the emotion building in it.

“That’s not the point, you dingus, she’s attempting to steal my suppliers, and sell them to Kingpin herself. EVERYTHING we’ve built is on the line right now, Yelena .” Natasha’s voice is so venomous that you feel the hairs on your neck stand up. Bucky stiffens to your left, and he motions that he’s going to step out. Clearly not wanting to impose on the sibling’s fighting. They must be in the kitchen, the two of you don’t move.

“I’m going to go check in with Clint and Kate. Call me if you need me,” He says, voice just above a whisper. His smile is apologetic as he silently enters the elevator.

“Okay, see you later,” you reply weakly. To be honest, you are kind of annoyed that Bucky just left you standing there. For a moment you wonder if you should just head home. The day wasn’t over yet though. You promised Natasha to work with her tonight. Plus you don’t think that the downstairs crew would let you head home alone right now. A small part of you feels that you wouldn’t be safe alone at the moment.

You decide to take the shopping bags into the sitting room by the elevator. You place the dinner supplies, and dry cleaning down on the fuzzy carpeted floor. Sliding down to the floor opting for the fuzzy carpet, rather than the uncomfortable couch, you pull out your phone. Two missed calls from Wanda light up your phone screen. Shit shit shit!!!

You scramble as you hit the return call button, holding the phone up to your ear. As you do, the sliding doors of the elevator open, and Wanda’s heels hitting the hardwood floor echo through the apartment. She spots you sitting on the floor, and walks over to you with concern on her face. Apologetically you look up at her.

“I-I’m sorry,” you hold up your phone, and she doesn’t notice. Her face turns solemn, as she walks over to you. The edges of her lips pull into a small frown. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun. Pulling her sunglasses away from her face you can see the slight glassy look in her eye. Had Wanda been crying today also? You jump to your feet. A severe need to comfort the red head overcomes you. Running into her arms you hug her around the waist tightly. Wanda squeezes you tight, cheek resting against the top of your head.

“I’m here,” you say because you’re not really sure what to say.

“I know, Detka. I know.” Her voice is soft. Wanda’s gentle hands comb through your hair.

“Wands,” Natasha’s voice rings through the room. Nats voice is also so gentle, and you wonder again if you should head home. To let the couple talk with each other privately. Wanda and you turn to see Natasha and Yelena standing in the foyer. Yelena has a black eye, and you wonder how she got it. She gives you a half smile, before making eye contact with Wanda. Her eyes went wide at Wanda’s expression.

“Yelena, I told you-” Wanda barks, letting go of her grip on you, and heading straight for Yelena. Natasha steps in front of her sister protectively. Yelena doesn’t shy away though, if anything she practically squares up behind her sister. Idiotically you stand frozen in place, shocked that this was playing out right in front of you.

“It’s not her fault. Eleanor’s goons hacked into our database. According to Kate, her mother went MIA about a week ago. No phone calls, no messages, nothing. Eleanor Bishop has essentially cut ties with her daughter.” Natasha says, running her hands over her wife’s arms. Wanda's tense stance relaxes slightly. Today would not be the day that Wanda throws Yelena over the side of a building.

“I told her that we know nothing. She doesn’t even know that Kate and I are involved.” Yelena says to Wanda peering around Natasha. You feel extremely out of place. The conversation between the three women feels like one right out of a movie. Not one that you’d witness in person, playing out in real time. You shift uncomfortably side to side, staring down at your Animal Crossing socks that Wanda bought you.

“Then how does she know about the sales in the first place?” Wanda says to Yelena with a tone that’s way less venomous. Yelena shrugs, and continues to explain herself,

“I think she’s tracking one of us. I’m unsure of who though. I have a feeling it’s Kate, or one of you two.” Wanda glances at Natasha. A look of horror struck across her face.

“How do you know that?” Natasha continues to run her hands up and down Wanda’s arms.

“I’ve seen someone pacing outside of the apartment building, on multiple occasions. As soon as they make eye contact with me they head in the opposite direction.” Yelena says looking at her sister with a hardened expression.

“And you didn’t think to stop them?!” Natasha says in disbelief her hands releasing Wanda’s arms. Yelena shrugs again,

“I think everyone is suspicious. I thought your girl over there was a narc. It turns out that she’s just a nerd.” Yelena gestures to you. It’s your turn to shrug. A long time ago you’d accepted that you are, in fact, a huge nerd. Yelena smiles over Nat’s shoulder at you. You give Yelena a small grin back, secretly giving her the middle finger while Wanda wasn’t looking in your direction. Natasha ignores the banter between you and Yelena. Her mind wrapped up in the insanity of the situation.

“So what’s the best course of action?” Wanda says, placing an exhausted hand on her forehead. Natasha blinks a few times, before sighing heavily, and saying reluctantly,

“She’s going about this virtually for now. On our front we will need to gear up our digital security. In regards to Eleanor, we may have to hack into her computer and delete the files in her possession. As well as any backup files she may have stashed elsewhere.” Yelena places a hand on her sister's shoulder, turning her so that she’s looking directly at you. The three women turn to you, and you look behind yourself. Trying to see if you were missing something very obvious. You point at yourself in disbelief,

“Me?” You question, grimacing in discomfort as the three sets of eyes rest heavily on you.

“You’re our resident computer specialist.” Nat says with a small smile. The dots connect, and you understand where this is going. They wanted you to hack into Eleanor’s database.

“Supercomputer.” Yelena says flipping you off. Wanda pushes her hand down firmly, before turning to you again. Her eyes are less glassy, and the look on her face makes your heart melt. Her singular forehead crease smoothes out, her entire body relaxes. Wanda extends her arm out for you. Yelena smirks at you when you bury yourself into Wanda’s side, inhaling her scent. Yelena would be giving you shit for this another day, you knew it.

“Our intelligent girl,” Wanda says, squeezing you tighter into her side. You nod sheepishly.

“Barton, Kate Bishop, and I will stake out Eleanor’s place. We’ll get a good idea of where to track her.” Natasha agrees, and the two sisters embrace, mumbling something to each other in Russian that you don’t understand. When Nat swats at her sister playfully, and they both glance over at you; you know they’re talking about you. Your eyebrows scrunch together, clearly confused.

“Am I going to have to learn Russian?” You say with a deadpan tone, and Yelena shakes her head and cackles,

“No, this is way too fun. Anyway, Bye!” She enters the elevator and leaves.

“Is she always so cryptic?” You mumble, and Wanda cracks up. She presses a small kiss to the top of your head. You lean more of your weight into Wanda, and she supports it happily. Natasha gives you both a warm look, but her eyes still are clouded with worry. You reach out, and tug at the hem of Natasha’s long sleeved black shirt. She looks down at your tugging hand, and takes a small step toward you and Wanda. Wanda hums, as Nat’s arms wrap around you, and you are squished between both women.

“You both needed a hug, so I am offering you my best deal, the 2 for 1 hug.” You giggle looking between the redheads. It takes a whole 5 seconds for your words to register in Wanda’s brain, and then she’s hysterically laughing. The grip she has on you and Natasha loosens. The tension in the room fizzled out with each passing moment.

“That was horrible,” Natasha’s voice is full of amusement though. You stay like that for another minute or two, before the two women start chatting about the plans for the night.

“I’ve got to make a few calls, Y/N and I can go through the computer to check for security breaches after dinner.” Nat says to her wife, reaching up to tough Wanda’s cheek,

“Join us?” You ask Wanda. She looks off guard by your question.

“Oh, honey I don’t know if I’d be much help.” Her voice sounds cautious.

“We want you there,” Natasha replies before you can. Wanda extends one tender hand to Natasha, and another to you.

“If you both insist,” she says nonchalantly.

She leans over and kisses her wife, and you feel their love for each other in such a domestic moment. When their lips disconnect, Wanda looks down to you. You’re already looking up at her with affection radiating off of you. She leans down, and connects her lips to yours. Your heart is doing backflips in your chest. You let out a content sigh against her lips, as if to say ‘finally’ . Wanda tastes like vanilla, and you wonder if she’s had a vanilla oat milk latte today. The kiss lasts only a few seconds, and you are yearning for more. You huff in annoyance as she pulls away the tiniest bit.

“Somebody is eager,” Wanda says, ghosting your lips. You desperately bite back the urge to whine for her to kiss you again.

“Not to sound like a perv, but if you keep doing that I won’t be able to make these calls,” Natasha says, staring at you and Wanda. You lean up on your toes, and boldly peck Natasha’s lips.

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we Ms. Romanov!!” Natasha is visibly stunned, and Wanda bursts into another round of hysterical laughter. Quickly you untangle yourself from the two women’s arms, and dash towards the kitchen.

“Did she just?” Natasha says, her cheeks turning a rosy red. Part of you feels a bit smug to be the one not blushing for once.

“Sweetheart, You’re blushing.” Wanda says patting her blushing wife on the back before following behind you.

Wanda prepares Natasha’s favorite comfort food for dinner, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple slices, and cheese crackers. At first you thought she was making something for you, but when you protest Wanda admits that Natasha loves PB&J sandwiches.

“I never would have expected that,” you say, grabbing the box of cheese crackers from the pantry. For a woman who literally works out for two hours every morning, Natasha has such a sweet tooth. You’ve grown accustomed to her hand expecting at least a few m&ms from the tube whenever you snack on them. During movie nights Natasha would dump m&m’s into the popcorn. She claimed it cut through the saltiness. The Russian was right of course, and for once the combination didn’t mess with your aversion to mixed food textures.

Wanda smiles, and with a shrug she says,

“I’m making brownies too. She likes them fudgy,” she plucks the box from your hands, and then goes back to putting together the sandwiches. You notice the 1 with the crust cut off and smile, wrapping your arms around the Sokovian.

“Wanda?” You ask timidly.

“Yes, detka?” Wanda’s voice is so soft. You loved domestic moments like these that you shared with the women.

“I’m really happy you kissed me,” your voice is small, but for some odd reason you feel the need to tell her.

“I’m really happy that I kissed you too, sweet girl.” She puts down the butter knife, and turns to face you. She licks a small bit of peanut butter off her thumb. She pretends to not see the slight pink in your cheeks as you watch her do so.

“Were you upset this morning when you saw Nat and I kissing?”

“Oh sweetheart,” Wanda tries to wave you off.

“Please tell me,” you say leaning into her. You can feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Why didn’t she want to tell you?

“Y/N, this is all still so new. Natasha has always been the bolder one between the two of us. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, and for a moment there I do have to admit I was jealous.”

“Of me?” You say narrowing your eyes. Wanda laughs, shaking her head.

“Would you believe me when I said I was jealous of you both?” You must look confused as you pull back to look at the older woman. Head cocking to the side, silently questioning her jealousy.

“Call me selfish, but I wanted both of you to kiss me the way you were having each other. I wanted to be Natasha, holding you in my lap, pulling you in to kiss me so intimately. On the other hand, I wanted to be in my wife’s lap kissing her, like I always have.” The gears turn in your head, and it all makes sense then. You nod your head softly, and peer up at her again. She runs a soothing hand over the small of your back. Feeling the need to reassure her, you reply,

“Well you can always kiss me, and I know you can always kiss Natty,”

“I know Malyshka, but I don’t want to scare you either,” her eyes do look slightly afraid, as if you were someone she was scared to lose. Wanda reaches up to run her thumb over your right cheek bone.

“I’m not scared.” You admit, face turning the color of cherry tomatoes. For the first time you felt like you were just as important to Wanda and Natasha as they were to you.

“If I’m being honest here, Nat and I also don’t want to get carried away with you either.” Wanda says her hand on your back stilling. Her own cheeks are heating, turning slightly pink.

“What do you mean?” You ask confused. Didn’t you just tell her you weren’t scared of her and Natasha?

“Honey, Nat and I like you a lot.”

“Ditto, but that’s a good thing, right?” Your voice is trembling. Was she trying to tell you that she liked you so much that she didn’t want to be intimate with you? That made absolutely no sense to you. She could have her way with you any day she wanted, and you’d let her. Should you tell her that? A million questions bubble behind your lips, but Wanda speaks before you can,

“It’s a very good thing, but honey, that’s not what I mean,” Her head dips closer to yours, and you’re flustered by her closeness. Brain turning to mush with Wanda’s face just inches from yours.

“I don’t understand.” You whisper.

Wanda sighs, shaking her head with a smile on her face. What you don’t expect next is the dizzying, mind altering kiss that Wanda gives you. Your eyes go wide, and then flutter shut as you kiss her back. Her hands find your hips, and pull you closer to her. Somehow it’s still not enough for her though. Wanda’s lips part, and her tongue slips into your mouth. You let her, letting your tongue dance with hers. But clearly she’s the one in control here. Your body is on fire, every portion of you is clinging to her. The world around you has gone silent besides the soft sounds you two make together. You keep yourself still for her though, letting Wanda take the lead completely, and you can tell that she loves it. Her fingers dripping the smallest bit under your shirt hem. Grazing the soft skin of your hips. When she pulls away from your lips, you lean forward, eyes still shut. When her lips don’t meet yours, you let out a small groan of frustration.

“Do you understand now?” Eyes opening you find Wanda smiling down at you again, her lipstick smudged from kissing you.

“What were we talking about again?” You ask, trying to catch your breath. Wanda looks at you in disbelief. She lets out a small laugh, rolling her eyes at you. She frees you from her arms, before saying,

“Please get me the eggs and milk from the fridge. You can help me make the brownies tonight.”

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piqtescue · 7 months

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this photo is rewiring my brain

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cykoscandycane · 9 months

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WHATWHATWHATWHAT im lovinf this band au idk….. i NEEEDED to draw oli omg. srry for the artstyle change again i promise ill try to stick to one style IM TRYONGFGFGD ok bye :33 (if u couldnt tell i love using :3)

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444rockstargf · 2 days

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Hiii! I love your page first of all and second I was thinking about like Spencer Reid x reader to lana del Rey song lust for life, like maybe the song is playing in the background as reader is getting ready for a get together and he feels so overwhelmed with love? Idk I just love lust for life and Spencer Reid

AHH THIS IS MY FAVOURITE REQUEST EVER!! ( p.s. you didn't ask for any smut so I didn't include anything too raunchy. thank you! )

"nobody here, just us together." | spencer reid

lust for life. - lana del rey

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 701

contents: a little fluffy, making out, sexual implications

your translucent red record spun in the corner of the bedroom, the 70s-inspired tune leaking through the closed bathroom door as you stood in front of the mirror.

you ran your hands down your deep-red silky nightgown, taking in the soft but thin texture of the fabric. you had your hair done up all nicely, applying a light blush to your cheeks for a rosy touch. you could feel spencer’s burning presence through the door, making your nerves buzz with excitement. this was going to be your first night with him. nobody else around, just you and him together.

your little “dates” with him had been going in all the right directions, months of shy flirting and risky innuendos making your certain of his suspected attraction toward you. and now, you’d finally gathered the courage to invite him over for the night.

you took a deep breath, opening the door and displaying yourself to him. you watched a smile pull at his lips as a pink tint stained his cheeks. “there she is…” he said, the words breathy and under his breath. with a few feet of distance separating you two, your eyes travelled along each other’s bodies, the room’s temperature seeming to be growing warm. you had gotten all dolled up, but somehow the simple sight of him in his suit and tie made your knees weaker than anything.

a moment of silence enrobed you two before he stood up slowly, stepping into the dim streaks of amber and golden sunshine that poured from the windows as he approached you. he got closer and closer until two inches of space stood between you two. you tilted your head upward to meet his infatuated gaze, his arm slowly snaking around your waist as he pressed you into the wall behind you.

“words cannot explain how beautiful you are, my dear.” and he was right. the shards of sunset that seeped into the room gave you a gentle glow, making you more luminous than even the brightest star. his breath was heavy as his thumbs massaged slow circles onto your waist, pulling your body into his to fill in the gaps that parted you from him.

your gaze locked with his and a shock sizzled down his core. he wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up with minimal effort. you wrapped your legs around his waist as he rested his chin in the space between your breasts, your hearts rapidly beating in unison. a lust-filled flicker of his gaze gave you the green light, and you connected your lips in a sloppy kiss.

he groaned deeply, feeding his sounds of arousal into your mouth as his hands moved up to grip your ass. he drank you in with no intention of ever letting you go, your touch seeming like the only thing keeping him alive at this moment. he had been wanting this so badly for the longest time, longing to feel your soft lips against his own in a concealed environment.

he pulled his lips away from yours, holding you even tighter as he began to trail deep kisses down your neck. heavy breaths spilled from your lips as your hands each took in a generous handful of his hair, his golden-brown locks feeling like silk in your grasp.

he had taken control with no doubt or hesitation in his movements. his hands knew the right places to go, his tongue drew the perfect patterns on your soft skin, it was almost too much.

you connected your lips to his forehead as he planted kisses all over your collarbone, pausing to look up at you with hazy eyes. his eyes appeared to have a layer of shine on them, like he was on the brink of tears. his body trembled as he held you and his words were laced together with only an ounce of intelligence. “i-i… i love you. so, so much…”

you could tell he was mere seconds away from losing it, but so were you. you and him were alone, free to decide where to take the night. your fate was in your hands, so you bit the bullet and began to take off his clothes…

author's note: stream the lfl album.

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the-au-thor · 3 months

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Mirrorball reader x Spencer?

(I mean this in the way like she is what the song lyrics say but also taylor lover? BAU member?)

DEAAAAR I'm so so sorry. I've been busy and trying to write something that felt right to me. I didn't know if you wanted angst or fluff but I'm delusional and I love love soooo here we go! If you wanted something different just let me know.

All I do is Try | Spencer Reid x MirrorballBAU!Reader

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The atmosphere inside the jet on the way back home was tense. The recent case had been exhausting, to say the least. Despite successfully closing the case after a week away, there was no real joy; people had died, individuals who would never return home to their families like you and your team. Your foot, suspended in the air over your other leg, moved to the rhythm of the music from your headphones. Trying to entertain yourself, you read a book on your Kindle. In the middle of a catchy paragraph, you looked up to find Spencer's gaze. He lightly covered his mouth with his hand while holding one of his books with the other. His face was somewhat tense, eyebrows furrowed. You knew it was due to concentration and fatigue.

You mimicked his furrowed brow, covering your mouth like he was. Then, you hid your half-smile and playfully raised and lowered your eyebrows. Spencer saw this and lowered his gaze, this time more relaxed, releasing a silent laugh that translated into a smile. He removed his hand from his face, revealing a teasing expression, sticking out his tongue. You laughed from your seat, changing your posture, both feet now on the ground. You placed the Kindle on your lap and made a silly face to make him laugh. He returned the gesture and then laughed loud enough for others to turn their heads, though their expressions didn't seem curious. It was as if they had expected to witness both of you sharing a laugh. Quickly, they turned back to their affairs, exchanging knowing glances. Oblivious to your teammates' silent conspiracy, you and Spencer silently observed each other, the echoes of laughter in your eyes.

You took off one of your headphones and tapped the seat beside you, inviting him to sit. He didn't need much persuasion to get up and join you. You offered him your headphone, and he took it silently, putting it in his ear. He glanced at you with a know-it-all expression.

"Folklore again?" You rolled your eyes.

"Ugh, just listen and be quiet."

Spencer continued to watch you with a half-smile as song after song played. He saw you chatting with J.J via text while moving your head to the rhythm. Spencer then realized that every time Jennifer claimed to be reading on the jet, she was actually lying and chatting with you, sending funny baby memes and travel destination posts. You also shared TikToks with Penelope, exchanging the weirdest and stupidest videos, prompting her to respond with laughter. The rest of the flight was in complete silence, only accompanied by your music. He wasn't a fan of pop music before meeting you, but after that, he discovered that you would go everywhere with your headphones and Kindle, reading romance novels and sighing over fictional love stories. You played songs from your playlist loudly on every occasion, and far from annoying him, he found it adorable.

When the jet landed, Spencer barely felt like moving. He was tempted to ask if he could camp there that night; the mere thought of traveling home meant too much energy expenditure for him at that moment. Spencer watched you entwine your arm with Morgan's as you descended from the jet, trying to lift his spirits. He chuckled when you jumped and kissed Derek's shaved head, despite his grimace. Eventually, he gave in, laughing along with you, relieving the tension from his shoulders. Spencer bid farewell to the rest of his team alongside you. He saw you kiss your colleagues' cheeks with a smile and lighten the mood with something funny. Spencer drove the car back home feeling a bit less tired. He thought he was being discreet, glancing at you during every red light, and you half-smiled without taking your eyes off the window, captivated by the city lights and people walking their dogs on the sidewalks.

When they arrived home, Spencer suggested ordering Chinese food since they were hungry but too tired to cook.

"Don't be silly; I'm making tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches," you replied with a smile.

As soon as you arrived, you kicked off your shoes, letting them fly across the room. Then you took off your jacket and performed that magic trick that even Spencer, an expert in the field, couldn't comprehend yet. You moved your arms, slipped your hands inside your blouse, and voilà, your bra was somewhere over the sofa. Spencer laughed after your victory dance; he knew you hated wearing a bra more than anyone, and that ritual upon returning home was something that, far from causing him any horror, made him happy. With him, you were yourself, free.

After dinner, Spencer relaxed on the sofa, watching a rerun of an old soap opera on the retro channel. The dim lights in the room suddenly brightened, and "Paper Rings" started playing on the speakers. Spencer rolled his eyes but smiled, knowing exactly what would happen when you slid across the living room floor in your pajamas and sunglasses. Spencer turned off the TV and gave you his full attention as you began lifting your legs and arms, your hair swaying around you while performing your living room choreography.

You approached him without missing a beat, a skill Spencer admired because, while he didn't have two left feet, he also didn't possess the abilities of a natural dancer. His expertise in the area was due to the countless parties at Rossi's house and all the times Penelope, J.J, Emily, and you dragged him onto the dance floor. The truth was, he could never refuse a dance, even when you invited him to join in wearing pajamas in the middle of his living room. You let out an excited squeal when he stood up to dance with you. You hugged him around the neck, getting closer as you both moved to the music.

"That's it, babe! Move those hips!" you cheered with a smile, making exaggerated facial expressions with the sole purpose of making him laugh. "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with a paper ring, uh huh, that's right, darling; you're the one I want," you sang, releasing him to twirl around the room.

Spencer played along, watching you dance, seeing your feet move with agility, spinning in the middle of the room like a brilliant disco ball; a diamond, a necklace of emeralds. The most beautiful thing in the room. Like a light that captured his attention. "You're the one I want, in paper rings," you balanced your hand in the air, pointing to your ring finger, and ran to the center table to embrace the photograph you both had taken at the Universal Studios. "In picture frames, in all my dreams" you let go of the frame and hung onto Spencer's neck, throwing bothh of you onto the sofa with a final performative flourish that made him laugh. Spencer and you stayed in that position, lying on the sofa, breathing heavily and still hugging each other. Spencer looked at you; tiny, almost microscopic droplets of sweat slowly sliding down your forehead, your wild hair around your face, and your crystalline eyes. He released your grip from his neck and brought one of your hands to his lips for a kiss. As he pulled it away from his mouth, he looked at your fingers and smiled.

"Well, it wasn't a paper ring, but I did my best," he said, referring to the delicate and meaningful ring he couldn't resist putting on your finger after two years of officially dating.

You returned the gesture, kissing his hand this time, and smiled once you had caught your breath.

"The best decision I've ever made," you murmured, feeling Spencer's fingers caress your face as he studied you with his detective's furrowed brow. "What?"

"My love, I know this case was tough for you too."

"W-what are you talking about?"

He sighed, gently caressing your forehead, this time with both hands and moving the massage carefully to the back of your neck.

"I know what you were doing there for us: being this cheerleader who always brings a smile to our faces. And hey, I get it," he clarified, "but if there's anyone you don't have to pretend to be okay all the time with, it's me."

You opened and closed your mouth, somewhat stunned.

"I...what?"

Spencer let out a tender laugh and kissed the tip of your nose briefly.

"Yes, like the song; 'When no one is around, my dear, you'll find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinning in my highest heels, love. Shining just for you,'" he responded. "You don't have to do that for me all the time or be stoic for me. I can handle your fatigue, your sadness, or your anger just like you do with me," he offered with kindness and willingness.

That, and seeing him recite that song somehow made him even more attractive. He identified the new smile emerging on your lips and smiled back.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," you replied too quickly. Spencer knew you were lying. His sly smile widened, and he moved a bit closer to you.

"Heeeey," he sang, "Even in your worst lies I saw the truth in you."

You furrowed your brow. "Are you quoting Taylor Swift against me? Because I'm pretty sure the lyrics weren't like that."

Spencer lowered his hands down your sides, hugging your waist with a mischievous smile.

"Let's put a mark our friends will see on your collarbone, shall we?" He offered, lowering his lips to your neck to start kissing it. You squirmed, feeling a tickling sensation. "Oh my God, look! Hand under your sweatshirt..." he moved his hand over your skin, and you stopped him with a smile, not entirely convinced.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

He shook his head while continuing to kiss your neck.

"I thought that with all the times we've listened to the album on every car ride, you'd know the lyrics by now. It's 'baby kiss it better,'" he replied, feigning impatience, making you laugh.

You took his face between your hands to look into his eyes.

"I've created a monster."

He looked at you, closed his eyes, and started singing, "And I can see us twisted in bedsheets, August sipped away like a bottle of wine."

"It's not August."

"Come on, your husband here is trying to seduce you with Taylor Swift songs. How many times have you heard that happen?" he complained.

You laughed, your entire body aching from your laughter. You hugged him and let him love you. Apparently, this time, it was his turn to shine for you.

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