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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1k
Warnings: implied smut
Summary: You hooked up with someone expecting to keep him as a one-and-done. You didn't expect him to show up at your college.
Square Filled: "You are one fine specimen, and I'm not saying that because I'm drunk.” for @spencerreidbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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Shit. Shit. Shit. You’re so late. You can’t be late for your first day of college. You had a bit too much to drink last night which caused you to sleep in longer than you wanted to. You’re so late that you didn’t have time to do your makeup. Eh, you can do it when you get to school. The drive is only thirty minutes but with morning traffic, it takes forty-five.
Meet me in the bathroom by the cafeteria! Emergency! You send to your best friend.
You rush from your car all the way to the bathroom before anyone else has a chance to see how messed up you look. You have everything you need in your backpack to fix your look, and you almost cringe at yourself when you look in the mirror.
“Man, I need to stop drinking,” you shake your head.
You take out your brush and comb your hair when Madison walks in.
“Y/N?”
“Over here.”
“Are you okay? What happened?”
“I woke up late. I didn’t have time to do my makeup. I need to use yours.”
“You texted me this is an emergency. I blew off Jason just to come here.”
“Mads, this is an emergency. Look at me. I can’t go to class looking like this. I still have pimples on my face. Can I use your makeup or not?”
“Of course.” She sets her backpack on the counter and takes out the massive bag containing everything she needs for a full face of makeup. It’s a damn good thing you’re the exact shade as her. “Why’d you wake up late?”
“I was out late last night.”
“And?”
“Why does there have to be an and?”
“Bitch, I know you.”
“I had too much to drink,” you sigh.
“There it is,” she laughs. “Who’d you do?”
“Why does there have to be a guy?” you chuckle and look at her. She raises an eyebrow as if you could actually fool her. “Okay, I don’t know his name. I was too busy making out with him to ask.”
“Do tell,” she smirks. You grab an elastic and put your hair up to have it out of the way while you do your makeup. She gasps when she sees the dark purple marks on your neck. “What the fuck are those?”
“So, they’re noticeable?”
“Noticeable? It looks like he was trying to suck your blood. God damn.”
“Mads, when I tell you this man was so fine, I mean it. I thought he was shy and awkward because he had that look about him, but he was the complete opposite. He took me to the back where the bathrooms were and had his way with me. God, he was so big,” you gasp.
“Tell me you got his number.”
“His friends came and got him before we could say anything. I don’t even know his name. I had to go home and put my vibrator to good use even after the orgasms he gave me.”
“Okay, new mission in life, find that man. It’s been a while since you let someone ruffle your feathers.”
“Yeah,” you chuckle.
You grab what you need and cover your marks as much as you can. They’re so dark that the foundation can’t cover it completely, but with your hair down, it’s manageable. Once you feel like you can walk out in public, you hand everything back to her.
“Okay, we’re good to go. Thank you.”
“Anytime,” she winks.
You take one look at yourself and remember what it was like to have his hands on your body.
You’ve never done this with a stranger before. Sure, you’ve had public sex before but nothing like this. None of your flings had this much passion. You’ve only met this man not even an hour ago and his tongue is down your throat.
There is a family bathroom next to the men’s and women’s restrooms, so he shoves you into that one and locks the door behind him. He grabs your hips and lifts you so that you can wrap your legs around his slender waist. He shoves his hand between your legs as his lips trail down your neck.
“You are one fine specimen, and I'm not saying that because I'm drunk,” you moan.
All you can focus on is the way his fingers are rubbing on your clothed clit and how his lips are sucking on your neck.
“Y/N!” You snap out of your trance and look at her. “We’re going to be late. Come on.”
“Right.”
You two leave the bathroom and head in the direction of your first class, Criminal Justice 101.
“Tell me what he looks like. It’ll help me try to find him.”
“Curly brown hair, brown eyes, very tall, slim build, and he was wearing a sweater vest. Not what you’d think he’d be like. He knew what he was doing, that’s for sure,” you chuckle. “I don’t know anything about him.”
“You just know what his tongue and cock feels like.”
“Madison!” You look away once and run into someone who is reading a book. “Watch where you’re going.”
“That is no way to speak to a professor, young lady.”
You look back and see the Dean of the school escorting one of the new professors. You lock eyes with the new professor with wide eyes. He’s the man you fucked last night. He recognizes you but doesn’t say anything about it. Madison can guess what happened based on how you’re looking at him.
“Sorry,” you mumble.
“No, it was my fault,” he chuckles.
“Come, Dr. Reid. I’ll show you to Criminal Justice 101.”
“Wait, you’re teaching that class?” you ask, stopping the two men from leaving.
“Yeah.”
Madison grabs your shoulders and grins at Dr. Reid.
“Lucky for us, we’re your students.”
“Can’t wait,” he chuckles.
The Dean leaves expecting Dr. Reid to follow but the young doctor leans closer to you so you’re the only one who hears him.
“It’s a shame you covered them up. I’ll just have to make more.”
Your mouth drops open as he jogs to catch up with the Dean. You’re totally fucked. It’ll make class more interesting though.
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luvergirl777 · 4 months
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Sweet Girl | Spencer Reid
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Pairing | Spencer Reid x Reader
Word Count | 3k, not bad. 
Genre | Fluff, Smut 
Summary | Spencer is tired, so tired. He knows only one thing could possibly cheer him up. His sweet girl.
Index | Kinda sub Spencer, he's tired and want's to be taken care of, you're more than happy to do that, smut, unprotected sex, love confessions lol, they're perfect for each other, established relationship, pinning, cute shit.
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There are so many thoughts in Spencer’s brain, there always is. It’s impossible for them to slow down, he’s always so busy. Even when he’s not working, he’s thinking about the next case, the next degree, the next time he’ll be called into office for a dire case. It’s exhaustive and it feels impossible to just breathe for more than a moment. His morale started to slip, work becoming messy, cases blurring together, memory almost shot.
Until he met you, everything was hard, until he met you. It was an accident, technically. His morning coffee cafe wasn’t open, forcing him to break his routine that he’s had for months. As soon as he spotted you, the new (and out of his way) cafe instantly became his new favorite. Smart and kind, the sweetest smile always worn on your face. He swears you’re the smartest person he’s ever met, always ignoring you whenever you point out his multiple PHDs and ever continuous education journey. 
You force him to look at things differently, not really trying to, but you do. It’s refreshing, it’s amazing to him how it works, a breath of fresh air. Since he’s realized the difference in himself when he’s with you, he’s fallen head over heels. Your apartment is small and cozy, warm lighting and blankets everywhere. He’s at your apartment more than he is his own, feels more at home. 
You ease his mind, make everything easier. He can just be himself around you without any worry about needing to prove something. He can relax for the first time in what feels like years. It almost kills him to have to go away for cases, kills him even more when the cases last weeks or months. He spares you almost all the details, much like Garcia whenever he can. It’s not what you signed up for. Even when you ask, he only really tells you public knowledge. He keeps you separate from his work, he needs you separate from his work. His sweet girl, he’d like to keep it that way. 
Spencer’s exhausted, beyond exhausted he thinks. He can’t remember the last time he’s been away from you for this long, the last time he’s truly felt this horrible. His shoulders are heavy, eye bags growing from the exhausting 3 weeks he’s had. Kill, after kill, after kill, with no motive, no tracts, no suspects. He felt like a newbie again at the BAU, unable to track down their unsub. It feels like he’s failing everyone and himself, it was beginning to tear him down. 
Nightmare after nightmare, he was almost unable to sleep for the three weeks he’s been gone. The day they found the unsub, he almost cried with relief. The entire team almost cried, really. Generally he’s not emotional by any means, tries to stay objective in his work, but this time he just couldn’t. He’s happy, thrilled, to be home despite admittedly being a bit dishevelled from the trip. Unshaven, worn down, exhausted, eye bags, the list goes on and on. 
You’ve missed him too, but you’ve tried to keep your calling and texting at bay so as to not distract him from his work. As he makes his way home, you almost bubble with excitement. The door is loud as it unlocks, heavy click overpowering the soft instrumental vinyl that was filling the silence. Your feet run to meet him at the door, more than excited. The door opens, revealing a tired Reid. It’s the worst you’ve seen him in awhile, maybe in over a year you think. 
You’ve known Spencer for a while now, seen arguably the worst sides of him. This isn’t quite that, but it is pretty close to it. The slouch and far-out look tells you almost everything you need to know. 
“Oh, Spence.” You call to him softly, watching as his feet don’t move, eyes taking you in as you cautiously approach him as if he were a wounded animal. He doesn’t say anything, watching as you reach for his shoulders. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand, hands gently cupping his face and thumbs gently rubbing his cheeks as you comfort him. “Come, step inside.” You almost whisper, gently pulling him inside by his hands, warm. 
A small smile grows on his face as you take off his suit jacket, palms massaging his shoulders and biceps as you do so. You sway softly to the music, almost dancing into the kitchen as you pull him along. “Let’s eat, Spence.” You smile, sitting him down first. At this level, you easily reach his temple where you place a soft kiss. You don’t have to, but you’re more than happy to prepare a plate for Spencer. The music is comforting, the two of you sitting close, your foot brushing against his leg when you cross your legs. 
You happily clean up after the two of you, dancing around the kitchen as you entertain Spencer in the meantime. “How’re you feeling?” You hum, Spencer’s arms wrapping around your waist as you stand directly in front of him. He easily pulls you forward into his embrace. Your arms wrap around his neck, his face burying into the crook of your shoulder as you do so. 
“Better.” It’s all you need, all he needs to say. He’s putty in your hands as you softly pull him forward and off the kitchen bench, easily leading him to the shower. 
He’s so grateful for you, he thinks silently, to himself. He’s never felt like this for someone, and for the longest time, he was afraid he just couldn’t. He could never understand wanting someone with you everyday of the year, living in the same space, sharing everything. The thought used to make him nauseous. The thought of being with someone intimately used to make his skin crawl. But with you, it’s different, everything is different. 
He craves coming home to you, craves your touch after a long day, craves hearing your voice, craves your presence, craves your intimacy. He melts in your hold, his brain is able to finally shut off after a long day. All the thoughts, running miles a minute, goes away. 
He feels like he could cry as you run a shower for him, gently unbuttoning his white button up, fiddling with his belt to take off his pants, kissing his skin better, unknowingly healing him. “Y/n, please shower with me.” He mumbles, kicking his shoes and pants off, undressing the rest of the way. He steps in, watching as you undress before quickly joining him. 
“I’ve been worried about you, pretty boy.” You smile as you step inside, his arms immediately wrapping around your body. He’s tired and homesick, obviously so as he sinks into you. 
“I know, I know,” He nods along, hands sliding up to hold your head in his palms. “I’m okay, I promise.” Spencer smiles, gently kissing your forehead, back down to your cheeks, and finally connecting your lips. You immediately return the kiss, desperate for his touch, his lips on yours. 
“I know you are.” You smile, mumbling against his lips. Spencer smiles too, pulling you deeper into the kiss, closer to his body. You can’t help the small moan that slips when you feel him against you, shaky hands pu\lling him closer roughly by his back. 
“It’s always the best coming back to you, though,” Spencer almost groans into your mouth, making you weak in the knees as he does so. “I can hold my own, but there’s nothing better than coming home to you.”
“Spence, we gotta clean you up,” You almost whimper at your own words, sadly pulling away from him. “Had a rough couple of weeks.” Spencer just nods along, allowing you to do as you please. He’d let you do anything, always. He melts as your hands meet his hair, shampooing and conditioning. He doesn’t melt when you wash his body, quite the opposite as his skin burns hot as your hands rub along his body. 
“Please,” Spencer whines, quickly doing the same for you. He needs to get out of this before he loses his mind, he thinks. As soon as you’re both clean, his lips almost slam against yours, needy, almost desperate. “I’ve missed you so much,” He whines, complaining. 
“Come, Spence.” You mumble, lips against his shoulder as you talk to him. Your face and ears are burning hot, wanting to get out of the shower quickly. Spencer follows you without a hitch, quickly wrapping the both of you in fizzy towels as he places another kiss to your shoulder. “I’ve missed you, Spencer.” You smile at him, walking backwards out of the bathroom. He follows happily, a tired smile painted across his features. A towel hangs low on his waist as he follows. 
“I’m really tired, hun, I won’t lie.” Spencer mumbles as he sits down on the bed, fluffy towel becoming loose when his grip leaves it. A whimper leaves his lips when you straddle his hips, core bare as you lower your weight. He can feel your warmth, mind growing fuzzy almost immediately as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close. You don’t make a move to hurry things up, only tucking his hair behind his ears as you glance over his face. 
“So pretty, Spencer.” You mumble as you talk to him, continuing to play with his hair. “I’ll do the work, I just want you to feel good. Feel good after being away for so long, working so hard,” You mumble against his shoulder as you kiss it. Your town easily falls backwards off of your shoulders, leaving you bare on top of Spencer. “You gonna let me do that? Gonna be good?”
“Yes, yes please.” Spencer mumbles, roughly connecting your lips. His grip tangles in your hair, pulling as close as he possibly can. You whine into his mouth, hips grinding against him, so close yet so far, chest pressed flush against his own. You lift yourself onto your knees, pulling at Reid’s towel to move it off of his lap. You drop your weight back down as soon as possible, grinding against Reid’s cock, easily slipping through your folds. 
“Want you, miss you so much,” You complain, for no particular reason. You know Spencer is more than happy to give you what you want, almost wants it just as badly. “I want it.”
“Take it, sweet girl, take it.” He groans into your mouth, sloppily kissing you as if his life depends on it. His palms knead at your flesh, touching and holding everything you can reach. You whimper when his hands knead your inner thighs, so close to where you need him the most. “Need it just as bad. I’ve missed you so much, love you so much.”
Your hips lift up, Spencer helping you out the slightest as he lines up his cock for you. Your legs shake as you sink back down, hips connecting with a small slap. You both share a moan, needy hands pulling one another as close as physically possible. Spencer throbs as you grind against his cock, completely inside you, clit rubbing against his skin. It doesn’t feel that good to him, but watching you shake and whimper is almost enough to get him off. 
“I love you, Spencer.” You mumble, finally building the strength to lift yourself up, bouncing on his cock. You know exactly what Spencer likes, what he wants, moving exactly how he needs you to. You know where he’s sensitive, how to get him to tick. As you kiss his neck and squeeze around him, he swears he can stay here forever with you. He wants to stay forever, not here, maybe not this specifically, but with you. He wants to be with you, forever. 
“Y/N, I- oh fuck,” Spencer whines as you speed up, desperately chasing his moans, wanting to hear him. He feels embarrassingly close already, all of his senses full of you. You’re so tight and warm, goosebumps spreading across his skin. “Y/N, will you, uh, I want-” His words break off as he moans, feeling his abs tighten up as he fights off the urge to cum. To combat it, his fingers dip in between your bodies, gently rubbing circles into your sensitive clit. 
“Spencer, oh fuck.” You whine, tightening around him even more. “Gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum.” You bite softly into his chest, whimpers muffled by his skin. 
“Marry me,” Spencer whines, voice muffled and whiny. You don’t register his words, focused on the way his fingers rub circles into your clit, his other hand roughly guiding your hips as you bounce up and down on his cock, vice grip around him. Your thighs are shaking, teetering on the edge that you’re so close to falling off of. “Y/N, marry me.” Spencer's hands stop your movement entirely, giving you no stimulation as he holds your hips flush to his. 
“I-Spence, you’re mean-”
“Marry me, Y/N.” He cuts you off, not listening to the way you’re about to call him all sorts of names. “I love you so, so much. So perfect to me, Y/N. I want to be with you, forever. Please, marry me. I promise I’ll ask you in a cheesy, over the top way later, and we can say that was the official proposal. I never want to come home to anyone else but you.” 
“Spencer,” You can’t help the whine that struggles to escape your lips, squeezing around him even tighter. His grip doesn’t let up, holding you completely still. “This is a bit crazy to ask when I was about to cum all over your cock.” You giggle, hands coming to hold his face as your mind begins to clear just the slightest bit. “You know that, right?”
“I-I know. I was just thinking-” He starts, releasing his grip on you once he realizes your plight, allowing you to grind against him for some sort of stimulation. 
“You do that, a lot.” You giggle softly, biting back the moans as you move on top of him. 
“You do so much for me. It’s like, like when I’m with you, my brain quiets down. I don’t have to worry, don’t have to think a hundred miles a minute. I can just be me, when I’m with you.” Spencer rambles on, brows creasing as you speed up your movement, desperate to get there once again. “I can let you take care of me, love being around you.” 
“Spence, we’re gonna look back at this and laugh.” You giggle as you grind against his cock. Spencer goes back to rubbing tight circles against your clit, moaning when you tighten around him again, beginning to move up and down. 
“So, I’ll take that as a no th-”
“Of course, Spencer. Of course I’ll marry you, my pretty boy.” You grin hard, watching as his face completely lights up, matching your giant smile. A giant squeal escapes when he quickly flips the two of you over, your back hitting the bed before you can protest. “Spencer! I thought you were tired.” You laugh, immediately being shut up when his hips begin to move. 
“I was.” Spencer smiles, hips driving forward into you. You’re already so close, so worked up, that the change in position almost sends you over. “Now I have a fiance, it’s a bit exciting, you see.” Spencer laughs at your circumstance, all of the wit wiped clean as you mewl and moan underneath him. He does his best to sooth the shake in your thighs, hands rubbing the soft skin underneath them, hips never slowing. Like you, he knows what you like, exactly what you like, his memory doesn’t allow him to forget it. 
“You- oh fuck,” You whimper as he rubs ghost like circles into your clit, not needing much more stimulation and he knows that. 
“Come for me, please. Wanna feel you, want to hear it, need it Y/N.” He groans, leaning forward to kiss you, sloppy and messy. You’re trapped underneath him, the weight somehow overwhelming and exactly what you need. At the change of angle, his cock hits exactly where you need him, hips grinding against your clit with each movement. 
“Oh fuck, fuck, Spencer, coming.” You whimper, hands reaching for his back, scratching and pulling him closer. You’re almost impossible to push into as you cum, so sensitive and aroused that you clench so tightly around him. He whimpers into your skin, finally coming unraveled as it all catches up to him as well. 
“Good girl, so good.” Spencer groans into your skin. “Gonna cum for you, okay?” You nod eagerly, legs wrapping around his waist as you pull him close. 
“Cum inside, Spence, my sweet fiance.” You whine, thighs shaking from overstimulation. The name makes him fold, the way it slips so easily from your lips making him melt instantly. 
“Cumming, cumming.” He whines, sloppy thrusts slowing down as he does. You can’t help but whine with him, clit so sensitive that it’s almost driving you crazy. 
“Spencer,” You whine loudly, legs tightening to stop his movement completely. You’re too sensitive, it’s too much for you. “I love you.” You mumble, pulling him in for a kiss. 
“Love you, so much, the most.” Spencer mumbles, words soft and sincere as he speaks. Your legs slowly unwrap, sore and tired as you finally rest them. He’s moving slow as well, trudging into the bathroom for a damp towel to clean the two of you up. He’s almost sluggish by the time he’s done, tossing the towel into the bathroom without even really looking. You almost expect it as he collapses next to you, completely spent with his legs hanging off the bed. 
You giggle softly, rolling your eyes at the dramatics as he finally fully crawls into bed. You crawl next to him, propped up onto your elbow as you look down. “So, we're gonna tell our friends you asked me to marry you while balls deep?” You laugh almost directly into his face, hand coming to push hair behind his ear. 
“No.” It’s stern and final, no arguments accepted. At this, you laugh loudly. 
“C’monn, it would be funny, Morgan would love it.”
“That’s exactly why I’m scared. Listen, let’s sleep, before I rethink this decision.” He jokes dryly, a smile on his face when you finally give it up. You pull him close, cuddling into his side. 
“You’d never.”
“You’re right.” He hums, eyes falling shut. “I love you too much.”
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lovesclinic · 2 months
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CARING ┊ synopsis: hotch takes care of you
✧˖*°࿐ kind of? platonic hotch x fem!reader
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hotch knew something was up all day, but you refused to talk about it.
you’re hiding in garcia’s lair while she had gone to find her boyfriend, kevin, when hotch finds you curled up in her chair, crying.
the way you sniffle despite his sudden entrance is embarrassing.
he clearly wasn’t expecting to find you here, probably expecting the tech wizard, penelope.
"look, something is clearly bothering you. you can't hide it from me." you avoid his eyes, expecting them to be stern and commanding as usual, not knowing that there was a gentleness to this exchange.
"what's wrong?" he asks, clearly concerned but trying not to show it "you've been quiet for days." he leans against the table, crossing his arms over his chest "talk to me,”
"i'm not going to force you." he tells you softly "but I want you to know that i'm here when you're ready." be takes a deep breath, his eyes softening slightly as he looks at you "i'm worried about you."
"uou look like you haven't slept in days." he says, his voice low "your eyes are sunken in, and your skin looks.. i dont know, you just need help. i'm not sure what's wrong, but I want you to know that I'm here for you."
"you're stubborn,” he admits with a small smile at your lack of response, "but even you can't deny that something is off." he hesitates for a moment, then decides to push slightly harder "is it work? personal?”
your lack of response and the nonstop tears falling seem to concern him more as he continues,
"well, I can't make it better on my own. but what I can do is make sure you take care of yourself." He says firmly "that means getting enough sleep, eating properly, and drinking lots of fluids."
"i know you can be stubborn, but please don't push me away." he says softly "I just want to help." he leans in slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding or agreement "deal?"
you hold out your pinky, not trusting your voice to speak right now. he links his much thicker pinky around yours, bringing it to his lips, and stamping it with a kiss, and you do the same.
"that's how jack an' me do pinky promises," he clarifies.
"alright, then." he sighs, knowing it might be a battle but promising himself he'd fight for your wellbeing "let's start with now. if you refuse to go home, come sleep on the couch in my office.”
before you can refuse, he adds,
“i’ll close the blinds.”
"okay'boss" you manage to whisper before he pulls you to your feet, wrapping you in his arms, promising safety, and maybe even love.
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Kneecap
Morgan: Prentiss you good?
Prentiss: Yeah why wouldn’t I be?
Hotch: Because you’ve dislocated your knee Prentiss.
Prentiss: dislocated is a strong word, bruised would be more accurate
Hotch: Oh really? then what is your kneecap doing on the left side of your knee?
Prentiss: taking a vacation?
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babiebom · 1 month
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Hiiii. I hope ur ok with my just constantly being like *ahem* spencer reid 👉🏻👈🏻🥹🥹. I loved how you wrote him in the last request! I feel like a lot of the time, people write him very ooc - just bc he can be hard to get written the right way, but like that's my boy, look at him spitting random facts for HOURS 🥰🥰?? Like yes, pls info dump on me while I stare at u lovingly, Spence 💞.
I recently came to terms with being ftm, but it's almost impossible to find any male! reader x Spencer Reid content. Which can be very dysphoric 😵‍💫. Which sucks! Bc holy hell, there are some fuckinnn amazing writers out there writing fanfics.
So now, I have come to you, an amazing writer out here writing fanfics, to beg ask if ud be down to write any kind of oneshot with Spencer Reid dating a male reader! It honestly doesn't have to be anything specific - romantic, angsty, enemies to lovers, slow burn, whatever peaks ur interest atm!
I would just love, love to have that content with Spence & a male reader if you're down for the task! Thank you so so muchh 💓. Hope ur having a wonderful morning / afternoon / evening !
A/N:im sorry this took so long!! I’ve been busy working (blegh) and I wanted to write something sweet for you!! I’m happy you’ve come to terms with being ftm!! As a cis identifying person myself I can’t say that I know how it feels, but I am VERY happy that you’re more comfortable with your identity!! Also never worry about being too “crazy” over Spencer I’ve been obsessed with him since I was about 5 or 6 (yes it’s been a long time)!! I’ll try more to write in a more gender neutral way when writing anything reader insert related that way you can enjoy my writing without feeling left out or anything!! Always let me know if there are things I can do better <3
Tw: maybe some cursing but overall should be wholesome
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Criminal Minds Masterlist
Spencer Reid often came home dejected after a case gone wrong, it was often that he came home tired but happy after a successful case. It wasn’t often, however, that he came home excited for a break; but then again he hadn’t had a boyfriend to come home to on previous breaks. Now, as you watch him walk through the front door of your shared apartment, you can’t help but grin at the absolutely goofy look on his face.
“Emily gave us all 4 weeks off to rest after our latest case, so that means I get four WHOLE weeks of you to myself! Isn’t that great?” He lets out a giggle after he finishes speaking, putting his bag down on the kitchen counter. You didn’t even have to ask him why he was so giddy, he answered unprompted.
“It is great!” You try to match his energy, only seeing him this excited for the first time since you’ve met. He brings you into his embrace, hugging you so tightly that you think you might die if he squeezed you any tighter. “So what are your plans now that you’re a free man for four whole weeks?”
“Well we could go to the park and play chess, or stay here and play chess but I think the sunlight would be good for both of us. Or we could go to the movies, or take a class together, or…”
“Your plans are to just have dates with me every single day?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow.
He nods as if the answer is the most obvious, concrete fact in the universe. He looks at you, not as if you’re dumb, but as if to say ‘duh what else would I be planning to do?’.
The two of you move to sit on the couch, enveloped in each other as he talks about the many, many dates you’re going to go on now that he’s free from his time constricting job. “What if I don’t wanna do those things?” You ask playfully. He shrugs.
“It doesn’t matter what we do, as long as I get to do it with you”.
“Oh?” You look at him as if he said something scandalous, “I didn’t know you had that big of a crush on me.”
He shoves you gently, rolling his eyes at your attempt to joke off his sweet words.
“You’re joking but studies have found that couples who have regular date nights more often result in higher relationship satisfaction, better communication, and a stronger emotional connection. Us going on dates during these four weeks will be better for us in the long run.”
You don’t reply, or interrupt. It’s always amusing to listen to him ramble on and on about facts that he finds interesting or applicable to the conversation. And all it does is make you fall more in love with him, seeing how serious he is about your relationship working out in the future. He says that he loves you often, but it’s things like this; seeing and listening to how much he genuinely cares about your relationship.
Being the boyfriend of a pretty boy genius has its perks, and how much he cares about you compared to others is definitely one of them.
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spencersawkward · 2 years
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*candied oranges pt. 2//spencer reid*
summary: fem!reader brings her new boyfriend to meet the team for drinks, but she doesn't know why Spencer keeps acting up and presses him for answers. part 1 here!
pairing: fem!reader x spencer
word count: 3k
content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, SoftDom!Spencer, Doctor kink, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, slight angst, mentions of torture (case).
A/N: hey everyone! i hope you're all doing well. i was so excited to write this tonight and i hope you enjoy it :)
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the rest of the evening blurs. part of you is tense with anger. how could he say something like that right now? when he knows that you're with somebody else, and when you're at a party with all of your friends? it's irresponsible-- a word you would never normally use to describe Spencer. 
Penelope's home is lovely and cozy and the perfect place to spend an evening with cheese and wine. it also feels like a swiftly shrinking, inescapable box. Reid doesn't interact with you for the rest of the evening. you can still smell the light, crisp scent of his cologne in your mind as Wren rubs your arm. 
it's too much to bear. you leave first, unable to parade around the apartment like a good partner when Spencer is so obviously standing there. you feign a headache and hug your friends goodbye. as Reid begins to make his way over, you pretend to be busy gathering up the (now empty) Tupperware and slip out. 
"are you okay?" Wren asks as soon as the door closes behind you. his cute brow is furrowed. your chest squeezes with guilt.
"yeah, I'm okay. I'm just..." you wrack your mind for an excuse. "thinking about a case that hits close to home. sorry for acting weird." 
he slides his arm around your shoulder and holds you, your head landing on his shoulder. it feels nice. "don't apologize. do you wanna talk about it?" 
"not really. thank you, though." all you can think about right now is what a terrible person you are-- for thinking of someone else when you have this person in front of you, for not telling him about Spencer's confession, for thinking you could want anyone besides Reid at all.
all of it is too much to organize in your mind right now; you want to go to bed and try again tomorrow. maybe your head will be clearer when you're not full of wine and candied oranges. 
...
if your job wasn't so important, you would take a couple days off. seeing him is bound to mess with your head. but there's simply no justification you can think of that would make you feel comfortable with letting down the team. plus, you know Spencer would never spend work hours trying to breach the subject; he might have bad timing, but even he knows better than that. 
things between you and Wren have been strained as well; after the Friday evening at Penelope's, you've been avoiding him. he's understanding, but you can tell that he's getting concerned. it's wrong to keep letting him think you're invested in the relationship.
if anything, it's become abundantly clear that you aren't in a space to date Wren. maybe anyone. 
the breakup moves more smoothly than you expect, in the privacy of your apartment. you tell him that you've got a lot on your mind right now and can't give him the attention he deserves. it isn't a lie. you don't mention Spencer. 
Wren gives you a reassuring smile and says that he understands. 
as soon as you close the door behind him, you find yourself crying without a clear reason. the tears come down all at once, a combination of guilt and sadness and feelings leftover from your case. it's been too long since you went to therapy and holding everything in has formed a lead weight in your stomach. 
you think about how you're going to have to see Spencer at work tomorrow morning and how it's going to affect you. how distracting it will be to possibly be paired off with him and to smell that cologne and know just how tightly he grabbed your wrist and the terrible relief that bloomed in your chest when he said he loved you.
all of it hangs over your head like a sword. 
washing your face and gathering up your bag, you go to the one place you know Spencer will indubitably be on a Sunday night. 
...
he's leaning back in his chair, spinning slightly from side to side as he studies some paperwork. for a second, you don't go inside. you just stare through the glass doors at the back of his head, the pen he keeps clicking in his hand. most of the lights in the place are off, except for the lamp on his desk.
you take a deep breath.
Reid turns around as soon as you walk through the door. he looks surprised to see you at first, eyebrows raising briefly before he clears his throat. 
"hi." he says. 
something about the casualness of it fills you with a mix of emotions. "hi? that's what you have to say?"
he purses his lips and frowns. "I didn't expect you to be here." 
"me, neither." you walk over to your desk and throw down your things with an impertinent slam. without waiting for a response, you walk over to the kitchenette and pour yourself a cup of coffee from what he's already brewed. you notice the container of sugar that he's left out, then think of the three full scoops he always uses.
"I wanted to give you some space, Y/N." he offers. you peek around the corner to see him still in his chair, watching you intently. 
"how gracious of you," you say sarcastically. "after confessing to me at a party with my boyfriend that you're in love with me, you wanted to give me space." 
the chair squeaks as he stands up and joins you in the kitchenette. he keeps a safe distance.
"I'm sorry. that wasn't the right time to tell you that. I just didn't know what to say when you asked me why I was acting different." 
"I only asked why you were acting different because you were being an outright asshole to someone I cared about." you stir your coffee with one of those little wooden sticks and resist the urge to snap it in your hands. 
Spencer's gaze moves from your drink to your hands to the cabinets, obviously trying to come up with more excuses. 
"cared?" is the only thing he says. 
"what?" 
"you said cared, in the past tense." he meets your eyes and holds them. your jaw clenches. 
"and?"
"you don't care about him anymore?" now he's just needling.
"we broke up, Spencer, Jesus Christ."
"why?" he frowns, genuinely confused this time. 
you're silent. 
"why did you break up?" he repeats. his attention is so intense, you nearly look away. it feels like every nerve in your body is frozen. you don't want to tell the truth, but you can't think of any lie that someone as smart as him would believe. 
"Spencer." it's the only thing that you can say. but it's charged. 
"I'm sorry for telling you at the party, but I don't regret it." there's a rawness to the way he says it. 
you think about the time when you and Spencer were paired together for a case in rural Georgia and he started behaving strangely. everyone on the team was strangely gentle with him and you had no idea why, until the case was over and the two of you got a drink back home. he said he'd been kidnapped by an unsub, held captive in a barn and tortured. 
the whole time he talked about it, it was like he was telling a story that wasn't his. there was distance in it, the kind victims sometimes have when recounting a trauma. you felt terrible for asking, but he insisted that it was better you know. you didn't know exactly what he meant by "better." he walked you home that night and, when you asked if you could hug him, he nodded. he'd held you so tightly, you can still feel the pressure on your ribs if you try. 
he's watching you now, your fingertips burning against the hot mug of coffee. his hazel eyes have that same tumultuous quality, chaotic and seeking all at once. 
"I..." you trail off. there are so many things you want to say. 
Spencer inches closer, his movements awakening something in your chest. your heart flutters, despite all the frustration recently. 
"what are you thinking about?" his voice is so soft. you know exactly what you're risking by doing this. you don't want to lie anymore. 
"I love you, too." the words float. they're long overdue. Reid's expression changes to something lighter, a slow smile. 
"yeah?"
"yeah." 
there's a moment where you look at each other. there are so many ways you could proceed-- decide to leave it alone and keep working together, or give up the act and give in to what you truly want. 
but Spencer doesn't waste any more time, pressing his lips to yours in the barely-lit kitchenette. he does it so fiercely, you have to lean back with a slight giggle to accommodate him. you set down your mug. his hand reaches around to the small of your back and pulls you in closer, your own arms wrapping around his neck. 
he cups your face, thumb brushing gently over your cheek. he tastes like sugar and his lips are soft, the kiss increasing in desperation as he presses you against the counter. you let out a sigh at the weight of him. 
"Spencer." you lean back and breathe out his name as he attaches his mouth to your jaw, the tender part of your throat, down to your collarbone. he sucks harshly at your jugular, at the heavily thudding pulse you're certain he can feel. you want it to last forever, but you're feverish. so many missed opportunities brought back to the surface. 
"I love when you say my name." he murmurs against your skin. 
you can smell his cologne again, and your fingers tangle in his hair. when you tug on it, he lets out a groan. 
"fuck..." you gasp as he grips onto your hips and holds you against him. the erection in his pants strains against your stomach. 
"I need you." he rocks against you. you bite your lip and try to keep from giving in right here and now.
"not in the office." you smirk. the thought excites you beyond words. you moan as his teeth graze your collarbone.
"I'll have Garcia delete the footage."
"we shouldn't..." but you're fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. he kisses you on the mouth again and quickly lifts you up just enough to rest on the edge of the counter. every fiber of your being is devoted to this moment.
"okay then." suddenly, he pulls away and runs a hand through his hair. he pretends to turn to walk away, but you laugh and grab onto his wrist and yank him back. 
"no!" you whisper. he grins playfully, triumphantly. you kiss the smile off his lips. "shut up." 
"that's what I thought." he chuckles and slides his hands up your thighs, kissing you more softly. you can feel the pressure building between your thighs, the heat that makes you wriggle in your seat. 
his fingers dig into your legs, amused by your eagerness. he pushes your skirt up and his thumbs brush over your inner thighs. 
you think about how at any second, someone could walk in. normally, this would give you anxiety, but there's something exciting about having Spencer pushing your legs apart in the BAU office. 
"come here." he grunts. you shiver and let him use one hand to pull you closer to the edge of the counter and the other to flutter over your panties. you inhale sharply at the sensation. he isn't giving you exactly what you want, and it's soaking you.
"please--" you whisper, hips bucking against nothing. 
"you want me to touch you?" his cockiness is surprising. hot.
"mhmm."
"you're sure?" he grazes his fingers over your panties. you wonder if he can feel how ready you are for him. 
"god, Spencer, please." you sigh and grab onto his shoulders. he finally does as asked and begins to rub your clit, finding it with ease when you moan. 
foreheads resting against each other, he looks at you and increases the pressure. his eyes are dark and deep and inviting, so different from how he normally looks. for all his teasing, he wants it just as much as you do. if anything, he's struggling to hold back. 
he leans down and kisses your neck. "you like that, huh." his voice is lower.
you let out a breath in response, then gasp as he slides your panties to the side and dips his finger into your wetness. he groans. "I bet that boyfriend of yours couldn't make you feel like this."
"Spencer--" 
"Dr. Reid." he corrects you with authority. it turns you on even more, how dominant he's getting, and you melt into him. he takes this as a sign to keep going. "who do you really think about when you wanna cum, Y/N?" 
you bite your lip to hold back the moan building in the back of your throat. part of you wants to play hard to get and pretend that on late nights you don't find yourself breathing out his name with your vibrator between your legs. that he isn't the only one who can truly make you lose your mind. 
"I--" you're about to tease him when he starts fingering you with one curved finger and rubbing your clit with his thumb. all sane thoughts fly out the window. you throw your head back. "fuck, Dr. Reid." 
"I'm gonna take my time with you when we get home." he whispers into the shell of your ear before kissing your temple. 
for some reason, this tender motion and the combination of his word-- the implication that there will be more of this-- sends you in a spiral. euphoric and intense, the orgasm sends shocks through your body. words try to come out of your mouth, but they're incomprehensible. your hold on him is vice-like. 
your legs shake and your pussy tightens around his fingers, desperate for him to keep touching you like this. he groans. "god, that's so sexy."
you're grinding against his hand as you try to ride out the high. "Spence, please just fuck me." 
"awfully needy." he chuckles and slowly removes his fingers. just as he presses his mouth to yours, you pull away and move to slide off the counter. it takes every ounce of willpower, but you're nothing if not bratty. 
"okay." as if you're going to leave. 
"hey!" he laughs and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back into him. 
you grin. "doesn't feel good, does it?"
"I'm sorry." he settles you back into your position. you run your hand through his hair, staring up at his perfect face. you don't want to be anywhere else in the world. 
"you've said that a lot tonight," your hand finds Reid's cheek. mouths centimeters apart. "show me how sorry you are." 
he reaches down and unbuttons his pants quickly. your eyes lock as he pulls out his hard dick and tugs your panties to the side, positioning himself at your entrance eagerly. 
"this okay?" he's resisting the urge to slide into you, and you're beyond ready. you scoot closer to him and nod. 
"yes, please." 
Spencer holds eye contact as he sinks into you, the pressure and pleasure melting together with excitement. it's new and delicious. as soon as he's fully inside and his jaw tightens, you throw your head back. he's too beautiful to look at. 
after you've adjusted, he starts to move. the sensation stretches you out and you moan, fingers digging into his shoulders with abandon. he grabs onto your hip and starts to slowly push. 
"oh my god..." you sigh to contain the mix of emotions in your body. 
"how does this feel?" his breathing is shallow and a vein in his neck is visible as he tries to keep his pace reasonable. 
"so good." you buck up against him and he reads your body language perfectly, sliding back in. 
he gets about two more thrusts in before you really begin to build your rhythm, his body slamming into yours greedily. he's groaning against your shoulder, straightening to kiss you and breaking it to catch his breath. you wrap your legs around him. 
"harder." you beg. he listens and starts fucking you recklessly, with pent-up desire. 
"you're so fucking perfect." he growls as he kisses your neck sloppily. when he starts to suck on it again, you feel the tension building tightly in your stomach. 
"right there, oh my--"
"good girl, come on, take it." he starts pulling you closer to meet his thrusts and the sound of his moans makes you even wetter than before. he's needy, too, grabbing at you like he'll die without it, fucking you relentlessly. 
"I'm gonna cum, Spence." you writhe against him. his grip tightens. 
"good," he urges you on. "I wanna fill you up."
the thought of this completes you, your body squeezing around him desperately. you let out a load moan and scratch at his back while you cum. 
"keep going, keep going." you beg. he slides a hand between your bodies and rubs your clit again, nearly overstimulating. the pleasure is overwhelming, crashing over you until your eyes roll into the back of your head. 
you hold back a scream and he bottoms out inside you, groaning your name as he fills you up and rocks against you again. he slows down.
the two of you stay there for a while, drawing out the moment for as long as possible. it's perfect, the way he fits with you. his breath on your cheek, the feeling of his heart through his chest. 
although you're both still dressed, it feels more intimate than any sex you've ever had. just knowing each other for so long has created such a tight knot within you that you're ready to keep undoing. 
"I'm not done with you." he whispers against your lips. 
"good." you reply. 
"let's go back to my apartment?" his tone is weighted with desire. your stomach flips. you can't wait for what he's going to do to you. 
"mhmm." all you can think about is how quickly you're going to rip off his clothes when you get him home. 
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theoreticslut · 2 years
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「 living a nightmare 」
aaron hotchner x fem reader
summary: sharing a room with your boss after a rough case is both torture and heaven.
requested: no 
word count: 3.3k
warnings: !!! - anxiety, depression, major anxiety attack, ptsd, flashbacks, sexual abuse/assault, psychologically & physically abusive relationship (past), mentions of prescription drugs, mentions of extreme bruising & weight loss, implied nudeness, potentially suggestive comments
a/n:hi hi hi! I wrote this for @band--psycho​‘s bingo challenge w/ the prompt “why didn’t you tell me?” I am rather proud of how this fic came out, but PLS pls pls read the warnings and read at your discretion. it hurt me to write this, and i don’t want to upset anyone who has lived a similar situation. just pls take caution and read what you can handle. I love you guys & hope you like this if you do read it ♥
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All Aaron can do as he opens the hotel room door is take a much needed breath. This case was rough - not just in narrowing down the unsub, but in the entire nature of it. 
Between the nature of the kills, and the scare of one of his own - you - being this close to the unsub’s next victim, he is more than ready to give all of you a long weekend. 
He’s sure that none of you would disagree, especially when he can hear you sighing deeply to yourself behind him. Another small town means doubling up on rooms again - not that he’d complain though, not when he’s paired with you.
As unprofessional as it might be, he can’t deny the fact that he’s developed feelings for you. It’s no surprise when you’re all around amazing - not only are you supremely intelligent and look at things from different perspectives, but you’re kind, funny, charismatic, beautiful…You’re a wonder, and he can’t help but want to know you more than anyone else does.
“H-hey Hotch, is it alright if I steal the shower first?” You ask, stuttering slightly yet grabbing his attention nonetheless.
“Yeah, go ahead, y/n.” 
At your little nod and soft smile, a smile finds its place on his lips. He looks away before you can notice though, not wanting you to realize his little secret.
~.~
Digging through your go bag, you pull out everything you need for a shower - your toiletry bag, your hair brush, your lounge clothes….and your emergency bottle of anti-anxiety meds.
Grabbing everything, you head towards the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. As soon as the lock clicks in place you can’t help but let out a deep, shaky breath you’ve been holding since the unsub grabbed you. 
You can feel hot, heavy tears well up on your waterline, threatening to spill over at any second. As the tell-tale tightness in your throat that signals a sob builds, you quickly try to get the shower turned on to cover your sounds. Fumbling, you finally get the shower started just as you start to cry - the heavy pitter-patter of the shower head covering your choked out sob, still cautious that Hotch might hear you. 
The last thing you need is your boss - that you’re unfortunately attracted to - to hear you sobbing. You didn’t need him worrying or pulling you from the team. It’s not like you couldn’t handle this.
This being the onslaught of memories, or rather nightmares, you’ve so desperately tried forgetting. 
-:-
“Liam, p-please. I’ll stop whatever it is that’s got you like this. Just please, please don’t hurt me…”
-:-
You can’t stop the tears from falling down your cheeks anymore, nor can you catch your breath as you choke on your sobs - pleading to god that Hotch doesn’t hear you. 
Undressing yourself with shaky hands, you lean on the counter as soon as you’re nude, staring at yourself through tear-filled eyes - your attention immediately drawn to all the places that were once covered in bruises week after week. 
It’s impossible to forget how ugly your body was at that time in your life - the way your skin was splotched in nearly every shade of the rainbow, the way you were visibly - and unhealthily - thin, not to mention the way your eyes - your entire soul - dimmed in despair.
Shaking your head, you try to rid your mind of that image - trying instead to see yourself as you are now. You are not that timid, little, helpless young-adult anymore. 
Taking a deep breath, albeit still shakily, you pop open the bottle of anxiety meds and place one in your mouth, turning the faucet on and bringing a cupped handful of water to your mouth to swallow it.
As soon as it’s down you can feel yourself able to breathe better. Sure, you’re still shaky - the meds don’t work that fast - but at least you know that you will be okay. 
The meds will help calm your heart rate, and thus your shaking; you’ll shower the feel of the unsub’s arms around you off; and you’ll go back out to your shared room with Hotch, who you’ve never felt anything but safe with. 
~.~
Having heard the water of the shower turn on, Aaron lets out a breath. He can’t believe how flustered you make him feel at times. He’s an adult for crying out loud, how do you get him feeling like a teen in love?
Sighing, he leans back in his bed, wracking his brain for anything he could do while he waits for the shower. 
Maybe he could order food? It’s been a rather long day and he’s not sure when the last time either of you ate was. The entire team had been rather preoccupied with the case.
Deciding that’s what he was going to do, he goes looking for the phone book most hotels/motels keep in their rooms. He might be old school in that way, but he figures that’s the best way to see what kind of food places are around - especially which ones deliver. It can’t be expected that he’ll just know what’s in each and every town they stay in.
Sighing when he doesn’t find it in either of the bedside table drawers, he clambers out of the bed to look in the dresser and desk drawers. He doesn’t get far though as he trips over a book as soon as he gets out of his bed.
Letting out a small grunt, he catches his balance before leaning down to pick up the small, soft-covered black book. As he flips it over he notices your beautiful hand-written name on the bottom right side of the cover. He figures it must be something that dropped out of your bag without you realizing. 
He’s just about to set it back with your stuff when he fumbles with it, nearly about to drop it, but catching it before he does. In the process, however, the book opens to a fully written-on page where a sentence catches his eye.
“It’s been another rough week.”
Stopping, he briefly glances over the page, realizing rather quickly it’s a journal - something he should definitely not be reading.
He can’t help himself though, some unconscious curiosity needing to finish what it started.
“It’s been another rough week. The few cases we covered at work were relatively simple, it’s just been a lot of paperwork, but I’ve been laying awake each night not able to expel the memories from my mind.”
What memories? As far as Hotch is aware, you haven’t had anything too traumatic happen. At least nothing that made it into your file or happened on the job. 
“I can’t get his face to leave - it’s all I see when I close my eyes at night. It’s him and his terrifyingly malicious smile. How did I ever miss that? Had he truly been a completely different person when I met him? It’s been so long now, I’m truly not sure. All I know is how he scared me day in and day out.”
“It’s not fair that I live with these nightmares when he probably doesn’t even remember my face - let alone my name - even though we were dating for 3 years.”
Aaron can’t get his mind around what this entry is hinting at. You couldn’t have been in an abusive relationship without anyone on the team realizing, right? Surely one of them would have picked up on some small action of yours when something rough happened.
Thinking back on all the time that’s passed since you joined the team - a full 6 years - nothing pops out at him. Sure you’ve always been better at the cases involving domestic abuse and sexual assault. You’ve never had a problem getting the victims - whether male or female - to trust you and open up, but he always figured that was just because you’ve got such a trusting, a welcoming, a warm personality.
Had it really been because you fully understood, and connected, with them?
Aaron had been so lost in his thoughts that he never even heard the shower stop, nor did he hear the door click as you unlocked and opened it. It’s not until your small voice calls his name that he realizes how lost he had been.
~.~
“Hotch?” You question, voice wavering slightly as you can’t help but worry about the book in his hands.
When he jumps at your voice, however, your suspicions are confirmed and you can’t help but drop your head. You really didn’t need him to know anything about how damaged you really were. You’re not sure you’d know what to do if he benched you - or worse - kicked you off the team.
“Y-y/n…y-your notebook was on the floor.” 
You can’t help but sigh as he hands you your journal. You know that he’s read some of it, and you know that he knows that you know he did. 
“I never meant to read it - I didn’t even read the entire page. I’m sorry that I even started.”
“I know, hotch. I know you wouldn’t read it just for the hell of it. I just -“ you have to stop to catch your racing thoughts. Even though you’re sure he’s bound to do so, you have to ask. 
“Please don’t bench me or kick me from the team. I’ve done well for this long, haven’t I?”
“You’ve done amazing, y/n. I-I…why would I bench you? Or kick you from the team?” 
At his confused tone, you look up at his expression to find the same bewilderment you heard in his voice.
“Y-you wouldn’t bench me for having issues?” 
“No? Y/n, we all - everyone on this team - we all have issues…”
~.~
At your clear confusion, Aaron can’t help but be confused. Why would you ever think that he’d bench you? He has no reason to.
Finally taking a moment to look you over, he realizes just how tired and defeated you look. Between the way you carry yourself, and your eyes - your eyes are red and slightly puffy as if you’ve been crying…
“H-have you been crying?” He asks, voice soft as he can’t stop the rush of worry.
He doesn’t want to think that you’ve been crying in the shower while he was literally feet away.
~.~
With Hotch’s question, you stop, letting out a breath as the entire atmosphere of the interaction changes.
“N-no.” You stammer, trying your hardest to appear convincing, but you can’t help the slight drop of your head. 
You can’t look at him; you know he’ll be able to call you out on it if he sees your face. That is if he hasn’t already read you.
“Don’t lie to me. Please. What happened today, with the unsub, that was terrifying. You have every right to-“
“I wasn’t crying, Hotch…” You interrupt. 
“Y/n-“
“I’m fine, hotch. Please. Can we just…ignore all of this?”
“You know I can’t.” He states and you can’t help but chuckle dryly, defeated.
“I know.”
You can’t stop the hefty sigh you let out, all fight in your body leaving you as you physically deflate - shoulders dropping, head dropping, even your legs going out as you sit on the edge of your bed.
A moment passes where neither of you speak - you too worn out to know where to start and Aaron too confused, and slightly pained, to want to push it.
With a careful step towards you, however, he breaks the tension.
“What’s going on, y/n? What can I do to help?”
“I’m not sure there’s anything you can do, hotch. I’m just…broken.” You sigh, anxiously wringing your hands together.
“You’re not, and there’s no need to be formal right now. I think this is the furthest from formal you could get.” He tries to joke, making you smile only slightly as he takes a seat in his bed across from you.
“Alright…Aaron, y-you saw my journal and I know I mention it enough in there that it’s more than likely you saw it.”
“I want to hear it from you, though. If you want to, I mean. You’re the one to decide whether you trust me with your past.” 
“Thank you…I-I don’t really like to talk about it, but I do…trust…you with it.” You start, taking a deep breath as you feel his eyes on you while you anxious play with your hands.
~.~
Aaron can’t help himself as he reaches out to place a hand over yours - the ones you can’t stop moving in your anxiety.
As his hand covers the both of yours, he can feel you immediately relax, watching you let out a breath you’d apparently been holding without realizing it.
“Just out of high school, I was dating this guy…h-he was - amazing. He was kind, he was confident, he was straightforward…h-he made me feel special. H-he, uh, he didn’t stay like that for long…” you start, and Aaron can’t help but notice your leg start bouncing as he still covers your hands.
“I don’t know how I fell for it, but he…he manipulated me and made me believe it was just him and I. I don’t know, maybe it was just that I was so in love with him that I would’ve done - and did do - anything he asked of me.”
“I-I didn’t really have any friends in high school, and when I started college that same year, I purposefully drove people away because I knew he wouldn’t like them.”
“I isolated myself until it was literally only him in my life. Th-that’s when he really changed, I guess. I-I don’t really know because He still seemed like the guy I fell in love with. I was blind, I guess.”
Aaron watches as you shake your head, and he can practically read in your mind that you’re telling yourself to get back on track.
“Anyways, before long he started using me for anything…a-and everything, h-he wanted. If he wanted someone to hit upon, he came to me. If he wanted someone to…kiss on, h-he came to me.” 
He can hear you choke on your words and he’s immediately squeezing your hands in his, trying to catch your eye to convey that it’s okay - that you’re safe.
“He raped you?” 
Watching you nod and choke on tears, Aaron can’t stop his heart from breaking and his blood from boiling at the same time.
“Too many times.” You croak out and that does it for him.
Before he realizes it, he’s pulling you over to him - in between his legs - and wrapping his arms around you. 
“I’m so sorry. You never should have had to go through that.” 
~.~
As soon as you register Aaron’s words and that you’re in his arms, the tears start all over again. You’ve never talked to anyone about this before, aside from your therapist you’ve had on and off for years now. Your own family doesn’t even know what had happened to you.
“He hurt me so much, hotch. A-and everything today…it just brought everything back to me. The way th-the unsub handled me - pushing me around, hitting me…threatening me. It was too much like him.”
“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I promise, y/n. You’re safe now, though. I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe…”
You can’t help but chuckle at his words, not having anyone say that to you before and mean it so sincerely. 
“h-hotch…Aaron, thank you.” 
“Of course.” He murmurs, pulling back to look at you as your tears slowly start to dry up. 
He can’t help but think how beautiful you are, even after crying your eyes out - not that you’re aware of his thoughts.
Another few moments pass between the two of you as you slowly stop crying altogether. 
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Aaron asks, not able to stop the nagging question from slipping out.
“I didn’t want you to look at me any differently. Not as a teammate…or a friend.” 
“What do you mean?”
“I-I like you, hotch…even though it’s completely unprofessional. I like you and I don’t want you to pity me or disregard me because I-I’m a bit broken…”
~.~
Aaron can’t stop the smile that grows on his face as his brain short circuits a little. You like him? Like he likes you?
“You like me?”
He can see you pale as you’re looking down at the floor, nowhere near his eyes.
“Yeah…a-and I understand that it’s completely unprofessional and if you need to transfer me because of it. I know it’s wrong to like my boss, but-“
“Hey.” He interrupts, effectively stalling you in your tracks as you cautiously look at him.
“It may be unprofessional, but I don’t really care right now. I like you, too, y/n.”
Watching as you flounder to form thoughts, he simply chuckles and pulls you a bit closer to him.
“I like you, y/n, and nothing could make me pity you or look at you as anything less than what you currently are. You’re stunning, and I feel pretty lucky that I’m the one you decided to share your past with.”
“You really like me, too?” You stammer, apparently still not having processed his words and he just chuckles, nodding.
“I do. I like you a lot, but I think if this is going to work out, you’re going to have to get used to calling me by my name.” He teases, smiling as you nod, still seeming dazed.
“I do call you by your n-“
“Aaron, not hotch. I like hearing my name coming from you.” 
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Even if it is when you’re poking fun at me.” He admits, smirking and cocking a brow as he references all the times you’ve been talking with the team - thinking that he can’t hear you - mocking his dry, work-hard boss persona.
“Mm, Aaron Hotchner does have other sides to him then.” You tease, understanding exactly what he was talking about.
“I do, and I’d be happy to show them to you.” 
“I’d like that, Aaron. And thank you - for understanding, and not pitying me.”
“What you went through is terrible, and I will forever be sorry it happened to you, but I’ve seen just how strong that has made you - even if you do have some rough days with it.” He smiles.
“What do you mean ‘how strong it’s made me’?”
“Any case we’ve worked that involves sexual assault or domestic abuse, you’re the one that the victims trust and open up to.” He states, holding you in place with his hands on your hips as he looks up at you.
“You use the pain that you went through to relate to them and they see that. They know that you understand them without having any judgment.”
He can see you shy away at his words and he can’t stop the smile that brings to him. He’d spend - and is going to spend - the rest of his life to make you aware of how naturally amazing you are.
“Without you, it’d take us so much longer to solve them.”
“I just like that I can help them know that they’re not alone.” You admit, and he smiles.
“I can tell, and that’s just another thing that makes me like you.”
Noticing the blush that rises to your cheeks, he chuckles and pulls you closer to him, practically pulling you into the bed with him - pulling a small squeal from you.
“Lay with me, will you? I was going to order us food before I stumbled on your journal, but right now I’d much rather hold you, if that’s okay?”
“It’s more than okay, ho-Aaron.” You say, correcting yourself mid sentence and he can’t help the warmth that spreads in his chest.
“Could you order food now, though? We can cuddle while we wait for it, it’s just been an emotional day and I’m hungry.” 
He watches you pout and can’t help but chuckle at how adorable you are. For having such a rough case, he has to admit that it ended rather nicely.
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ackermans-angel · 5 days
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kisses4reid · 18 days
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convenient | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,
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summary - studying while working at a convenience store is easier that thought when a regular happens to be a genius.
genre - fluff, fem!college!reader x earlyseasons!spencer
warnings - school work, that always scares me. they’re the same age!!! early 20s. mention of condoms.
edit - bc this is getting so much love, i’m opening a taglist for part 2!!! just comment or put in a req to join the ‘convenient’ taglist 🫶
the chime of the door didn’t phase you, the creaks and squeaks of the store slowly becoming one with you. flipping onto the next page of your biology textbook, something that was unnecessarily expensive, you shake your hand to get rid of the cramp you slowly became aware of.
it was only when a wave of man’s cologne and a plastic bag stood in front of you that you ripped your eyes off of your books.
he was tall, skinny, had long(ish) hair and looked amazing. there wasn’t really anything else to say, other than that the thin smile he displayed toward you made you smile back.
“just these for today?” you ask, fixing your posture and pushing some loose strands back to their place behind your ears.
“yes, thank you.” he says, voice as timid as his appearance. it was a bag of apples, a 2 minute bolognese container, and a bag of coffee. you scan them, weigh the apples, and watch him as his long fingers slip through his wallet to find a debit card. “have a good night.”
your eyes return to your textbook as you go to erase an answer you had previous written, obviously wrong.
“the heads of the phospholipid bilayer are hydrophilic, not phobic.” he says. it surprised you, making you return to his gaze slowly before realising you should probably reply instead of staring at the man.
“oh- yeah, thanks. i caught that it’s just, i guess i’ve been staring at the same words for so long i can’t differentiate them.” you give a small fake laugh as he nods, giving you a long look before coughing and leaving promptly. he leaves with his bag, and his hands fiddling with each other.
you can barely focus after that. customers come and go, and although you’ve only been doing the late shift for a week, this encounter with the unknown man couldn’t leave your mind. the way he dressed, his smell, his voice and how he corrected you (which would totally annoy you usually). you hoped he would return.
and he did. three days later, this time even later than the last.
you were stuck in a dark purple sweater, the aircon in the store blasting cold air that you were too lazy to fix. and although the air flipped pages of notes and questions, you were still stuck in a trance.
the blasting aircon blew a wind of mens cologne this time, it smelt like wood. your eyes glanced up from your books and trailed the familiar man, noticing how he was reusing the plastic bag from days before.
he returned to the checkout with apples, a 3 minute cannelloni, and a bag of coffee. he was now the one trailing you, “where did Latrice go?” you look up, chuckling a bit,
“Latrice is getting paid by her daughter-in-law to babysit the twins,” you reply, surprised you were willing to tell him so much information. he could be a stalker for all you know. or just a regular, obviously that’s way more likely. “trust me, i miss her as much as you do. $14.98.”
he nodded with a small smile and sliced his card down the side of the card reader.
you searched for him now, only after two encounters you were already craving some sort of human interaction at work. usually you avoided it since the only other ‘regulars’ were old men and mean teenagers. you had switched to writing a biology report on your computer, the sound of the keyboard almost covering the sound of the door bell.
a bag of apples, a 2 minute lasagne, a bag of coffee, and a banana muffin.
“big night?”
“uh- what?”
“you got a banana muffin. i thought you were starting to become predictable.” you bagged his things as he chuckled, looking over you and your laptop. you noticed only because you were also looking at him, “biology report. wanna read it?” you joked, but he didn’t catch that part.
now he was behind the register, sat on your wheelie stool reading and editing your report while walking you through everything he was changing. you didn’t understand most, but you were just happy to stay around him. you weren’t even scared of Old Alan, the guy who only buys cucumbers and condoms. nobodies ever asked him, don’t think anyone wants to know.
“what’s your word limit?”
“3500.”
“only 3500?” he gave you a raised eyebrow, voice getting slightly higher. he coughed, “sorry, that’s nearly impossible.”
you sigh, “i know… i’m y/n by the way. thought you should know who your helping cheat.”
“i’m not helping you cheat, i’m just… editing,” he hit backspace a few times with a lowered bottom lip, “my names spencer.”
you smiled and crossed your arms as you leaned against the counter. spencer. yeah, that sounded nerdy enough.
pt. 2
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patrickispinky · 5 months
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Emily: i can't find my pen. are you sitting on it again?
Y/n: no.
Emily: stand up.
Y/n: i don't want to.
Emily: why?
Y/n: *mumbling* because i'm probably sitting on your pen 😔
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pinkiebieberpie · 3 months
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pov: your camera roll if you were dating spencer reid
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The Better Man
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~1.1k
Warnings: fluff, minor angst
Summary: You're a single mom who hates bringing men into your life only to have them leave. Your daughter deserves better than that. You're currently dating Spencer, and you're wondering if it's the right time to bring him into her life. Will it be worth it?
Square Filled: “you want? you want? you want? what about what I want?” for @anyfandomgoesbingo
Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3
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I can do this. I’m more than capable of getting breakfast ready for both me and my daughter. Even if she is screaming her head off. Oh, please be quiet. Please make it stop.
“Gemma, please stop crying. I am getting your food.” She continues to cry. “Baby, please. I’m working as hard as I can right now.”
If anyone were to look in your kitchen window, they would see a woman who is just trying to feed her child while looking like a raccoon with messy bedhead hair. The bags under your eyes don’t help your case, either, but you haven’t gotten much sleep this past week. Gemma has been sick and has been keeping you up at all hours of the night.
Sometimes you feel like a shitty mom because it seems like whatever you do isn’t enough. Being a single mom is hard. No one told you how to do this. No one gave you a rule book and said, “Here you go! Study for the final exam!” where the final exam is actually having a kid. You’re doing the best you can do even if it doesn’t feel like it.
Before you can start crying because Gemma is crying, you plate some bananas, cereal, and small strawberries on a plate for her. She immediately stops crying when the food is in front of her, and she digs in. You chuckle tiredly and kiss the top of her head. She is getting so old. It seems like yesterday you birthed her when really, it’s been eight months.
Your phone rings and you light up at seeing Spencer’s name.
“Hey,” you answer.
“Hey. I’m off this weekend if you want to hang out.”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to get a sitter,” you sigh. “I’m pretty low on money right now.”
“That’s fine. I don’t mind if you bring her along. I understand if you don’t want to, but I’m really great with kids. I’d love it if she came along.”
You and Spencer have been seeing each other for a few months but he hasn’t met your daughter yet. You don’t want to introduce her to someone new if they’re not going to be in your life for very long. You really like Spencer and you hope he’s going to be in your life for a long time. He’s been very patient when it comes to your daughter, and maybe it’s time they meet.
“Why don’t you come over? I’d feel more comfortable having a date here.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I think it’s time you meet Gemma.”
“Okay, yeah! I’ll bring some food over and we can cook together.”
“That’d be amazing,” you smile.
“I gotta go. I’ll see you Friday.”
“Okay. Bye.” You hang up with a huge smile on your face. “You hear that, Gemma? You get to meet Spencer. He’s a sweetheart. You’ll love him.”
She squeals in response but it’s mostly because she wants more bananas. You’re not worried that she will love him, it’s if Spencer will love her. You can’t think about that. You have work to get to. The call center you work at has a daycare attached to it for parents who can’t get someone to watch their kids, so every day is Bring Your Daughter To Work Day.
The weekend comes faster than you expected but that means Spencer gets to come over. He might even spend the night if all goes well. When Spencer comes over, he is nothing but sweet towards Gemma. She is playing in her playpen but as soon as Spencer walks in, she squeals and crawls over to him.
“Spencer, this is Gemma. Baby, this is Spencer.” Spencer grins and picks her up once she gets to him. “I’ve been trying to get her to walk lately. She turns eight months next week.”
“Hi, Gemma. Do you want to walk for Mama? Yeah, I can see it. You’ll get there,” he chuckles.
Spencer brings in the groceries he bought so you two can cook lunch while Gemma plays and watches Spongebob. While you don’t know how to be a single mom, and learning every day to be better, you’d rather do this than be with the ex who knocked you up. He left you when you were pregnant so it’s just been you and Gemma for a long time now. It’s hard to let men in your life, especially with a kid so young, but Spencer has been nothing but a complete gentleman to you. He takes things at your pace, never does anything to make you uncomfortable, and always puts you and Gemma first.
Dinner is spent talking about your week and the plans you have this weekend and afterward, Spencer goes to the living room to play with Gemma some more. He’s really warming up to her. Maybe this is going to be a good thing. Your phone rings and your blood runs cold when you see who is calling you. You excuse yourself and step off to the side while Spencer tosses Gemma in the air a few inches only to catch her. Her laughter makes this night all the better.
“What do you want?” you ask when you answer the phone.
“Hey, you got any money to spot me? I’m in a bit of a pickle,” your ex asks.
“Are you kidding me right now? You call me up after how many months only to ask for money?”
“Can you do it or not?”
“Fuck no,” you hiss on the phone. “This might be in your grand plan, but I want you to actually start acting like a dad and be there for Gemma. You know, the daughter you have?”
“You want? You want? You want? What about what I want?”
“You’re a piece of shit.”
“Fuck this. I can’t believe calling you was ever a good idea.”
He hangs up after those harsh words, and you try your hardest not to cry. He’s fucking lucky you’re not going after him for child support, but maybe you should.
“Y/N! Look!” You look at Spencer and Gemma to see her walking toward him on wobbly legs. “She’s walking!”
“Gemma!” you gasp and rush over. “You’re walking, baby!”
Before she can fall to the ground, Spencer scoops her in his arms and kisses her cheeks. She has no idea what is going on but she loves the attention. Spencer looks like he doesn’t want to be anywhere but here. Seeing him with Gemma today has only made you realize that he’s the only man you ever want in Gemma’s life.
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luvergirl777 · 1 year
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For Science | S. Reid
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Plot: Spence asks you to teach him the one thing he doesn’t know, and can’t exactly learn on his own. Your best friend since college finally wants to better understand female anatomy, specifically how to please it. 
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Best Friend Reader
Contents: Smut, New York, a lot of dumb banter between them, etc. BAU team! Love confessions. Spencer is dumb, but so is the reader lol.
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Reid wasn’t hard to read for you, you’d known the boy since he was 18 and working towards his doctorate. Granted, you were also 18 and just beginning your bachelor's, but that’s besides the point. He’s recently joined the BAU, and if what he tells you is true, he’s doing pretty well for himself. (Reid is terrible at telling lies to you, you call them out every time.) Hailed “boy genius,” and “pretty boy” by his coworkers. Spencer almost cried with you agreeing with both nicknames, even going as far as to pick up pretty boy for your own use. 
Since you know Spencer so well, you know immediately that his inviting you to New York with his team is odd. There’s something he’s not telling you, it’s clear throughout his entire demeanor, but you don’t push him too much. If it were just a normal vacation, Spence would’ve planned it all out weeks ahead of time. What you guys would do, where you would go, how long you’d spend in one area, the best restaurants in the local area, the least busy times to go sightseeing. He’d have it down to a minute-by-minute playbook in his head, not a second difference. So when you ask, “What’re we gonna do there?” 
And he replies, “I dunno, New York City things?”
It’s immediate red flags, sirens, and wailing in your head. Skeptically, you agreed nonetheless. Packed your bags, got on the plane, dealt with awkward introductions and banter between you and Morgan over the use of pretty boy, and lastly learned Hotch is more intimidating than Spencer lets on when telling you stories. After a suffocating plane ride sitting across a table from Hotch, you finally feel like you can breathe when you and Reid enter the rental. A cute little apartment-style rental with an open layout, cute décor, and very healthy plants in the window. Sitting down with cold water from the fridge, leaning back on the comfortable couch, you really feel like you’re living the New York City life. 
“I need you to teach me how to please a woman.” It’s fast and rushed, Spencer, spewing out his words before he has a chance to rethink them, maybe bite his tongue for the entire trip. 
Your water is spitting out, a couple of drops landing on your chest and the rest in your hand. You’re lurching up in a coughing fit in no time, setting the bottle down as you struggle to clear your windpipes. “You want me to what?!” Looking over at him, Spencer is just about as nervous as when he first asked if you consider the two of you friends. Nervously playing with his hands, shifting from side to side on his feet, diverting his eye contact away from you. He readjusts his clothes, a signature button-up, tie, and cardigan over it with basic dress pants. His feet are clad with his signature black and white converse, forcing you to remember how young he actually is. Loosening his tie, he swallows hard. There’s no hint that he’s joking, no tug at the corner of his lips after he tells a joke that normally doesn’t land right. 
“I’m not joking.” Yeah, no shit Spencer. “There’s this girl, okay! I’ve been reluctant to tell you because I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me. She’s beautiful, Lila is her name. On a mission once, she said she really liked me. And we kissed and cuddled, and uhm, grinded, but that's it! I didn’t want to go too far because I was nervous!”
“You’re seeing her while we’re on our trip, huh?” You’re in disbelief. You can’t exactly say you’re surprised, as you knew Spencer was hiding something when he invited you onto the trip in the first place. However, this isn’t the secret, withheld information you were expecting. He nods his head, read like a book and he knows it. He offers you a: tonight, actually through his embarrassment. “Ugh, fine. FOR SCIENCE, only for science. Whattya wanna know? I know you probably have some sort of plan.”
“Yes, yes. For science, only.” His grin is shit-eating, you know him so well. He pretends to think, recalling all of the questions he’s memorized in that brain of his. “What feels the best for women? I took multiple anatomy courses in college, so of course, I know where the labia majora is, and the minora, and the clitoris, urethra, vulva, vagina, G-spot is. I read that most guys are too rough, or they rub the wrong areas such as the labia minora. I also know that some women can come from internal stimulation, but not all are able to or it’s being done wrong. What feels good, and what pressure feels good for women? How do I get her excited, too, you know? In movies, when they begin kissing they rush and throw their clothes all over the floor and leave a trail to the bedroom-”
“Okay, that’s enough.” You interrupt before he gets going too much and talks you into a coma. “Being good at things, especially with sex, comes from experience and knowing what she likes and doesn’t like. Everyone is different. Morgan likes to be flirted with and what about you? Do you like it when girls hit on you and pull on your tie?”
“No.” Spencer gives you a definite answer. 
“See? Everyone is different. What does she do when you’re together? Maybe that can give you some insight that you missed, because as smart as you are, you’re bad at reading signals.” Spencer knows you’re right, moving to sit next to you on the couch. 
“She likes to be close, skin-to-skin contact I suppose. Which usually spurs from-”
“Spence.” You interrupt him. 
“Right, right. She likes when I hold her head in my hands, and gently hold the back of her neck. She really, really likes to kiss my neck and jaw. Doesn’t really like being rough with me, at least. Maybe it’s because I’m not super strong, afraid she’ll uhh, break me, ha.” He jokes, earning a small smile from you as you nod, acknowledging the small joke. “I just don’t know when to move on, I don’t want to move too quickly and scare her or hurt her.”
You can’t help but sigh, throwing your head back softly. “You have to read her cues, Spence. Watch how she reacts to you, what sounds she makes, what sounds she doesn’t make.”
“So I go off her cues? Body language, micro expressions, I can do that! I’m pretty good at that!” Spencer smiles hard, nodding his head. “So we kiss, hold each other close, heavy petting, and just go from there. I want to please her first, though. Make her have an orgasm first before we move on with anything.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Huh?” He’s dumbfounded, opening and closing his mouth. His eyes blow wide, brows immediately raising with them. It feels as though his mouth has run dry. Spencer fixes his hair, nervous, as he pushes some curls back behind his ears.
“To show you, unless you and uhm, Lila are official. Then forget I asked. I just figured it’s easier to show you than it would be to try and explain with words.” You shrug, trying to play it cool and not die from embarrassment in front of him. Spencer has a blush spread across his face as he nods, eventually making its way up to his ears. Leaning in, you gently press your lips against his, hands quickly finding their way to his hair. It’s awkward at first, Spencer not knowing how to respond as his hand meets the side of your face. “Relax into it, Spence.” You coax, placing your hand over his, encouraging him to relax it and slowly form it to the contours of your jaw. 
He does, lips becoming much softer as they slide against your own. Your fingers find their way into his hair, gently pulling at the nape of his neck, forcing his head to tilt back. A small groan slips past his lips before he has a chance to stop it. “That's it, Spence. See, you gently do something, and see how they react to it. If they don’t like it, don’t do it again. If they do, now you know.” You give him more advice, teaching him. 
“If I want something, and they’re not making a move to do it, how do I ask?” Spencer asks, voice weak and soft as he mumbles against your lips. “Without being too pushy, I mean?”
“You just ask nicely.” You shrug, “Try it.”
“Can you, uh, can you sit on my lap? If you’re comfortable with that.” Spencer asks shyly, avoiding your eye contact. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, swinging your leg over and seating yourself. His brows push together, creating a small crease in between his eyebrows. He’s cute like this, pretty with his hair tucked behind his ears. Your chest press together, Reid’s hands hesitantly resting on your hips and back as he pulls you closer. You lean into it, pushing your chest into his own with a small hum. 
“You want to keep going?” You ask softly, one hand resting on the side of his head as the other re-tucks his hair behind an ear. Your lips meet once more, this time more needy and desperate as they slide against one another. “You can ask her if she wants to keep going, too, as I did just now.” You mumble into his mouth before reconnecting your lips. 
“This okay?” Spencer asks softly, hands sliding underneath your shirt. His cold hands meet your warm skin, goosebumps created in their wake. Your tongue catches in your mouth, unable to talk as you nod to answer his question. He hikes your shirt up, easily slipping it over your head and placing it gently on the couch next to the both of you. Such a Spencer Reid thing, you briefly think as you peck his lips once more. Placing your own hands underneath his cardigan, you wait for his nod before removing it, moving to the buttons on his top. Spencer's chest heaves, nerves setting in. 
“This okay?”
“More than okay. Amazing, actually. Splendid perhaps.” You can’t help but giggle, softly kissing him as you finish unbuttoning his top. “Skin to skin now, I’d recite whatever fact you were about to say earlier but I didn’t let you finish.” You giggle, pressing your cleavage against him. Reid smiles, a fond feeling in his chest that he can’t quite place. “Pretty boy.” You beam hard, the image of Spencer underneath you, flushed pink, slender fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips, lips bright red from kissing. 
“Please...don't.” Reid almost whimpers underneath you, hips jerking up into your own. “Do you want…want to continue?” It almost isn’t a question, a rhetoric one maybe. 
“Of course, Spence.” You hum softly, holding onto his shoulders and slowly leaning down. Spencer follows without a hitch, slipping in between your legs as your thighs wrap around his waist. His hips gently grind into yours, testing the waters with you. He easily draws out a small whine from you, encouraging him to continue. Grinding slightly harder, you whine louder. He’s picking up your advice quickly and learning quickly. “You can… take off my pants.” You mumble, now your turn to blush underneath his gaze. He does, once again setting them neatly on the table beside the couch. 
“I don’t want to hurt you, how do I make sure you’re ready?” He asks, ready to learn once more as his hands rest on your hips. “I know kissing is an arousing action, but there’s more, right? Kissing on your jaw, neck, chest, hips, and erm. Uhm, erm, oral sex?” 
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You mumble to him, shrugging softly. “We can just kiss and grind if you’re more comfortable with that.”
“No, no! I want to. I mean, I want to learn from you. I just don't want to make you uncomfortable.” Reid is quick to explain, fingertips digging slightly into the skin underneath them. “Please…can I?” It’s needy, whimpering as he holds your hips. 
Taking one of his hands, you gently place it onto your chest, watching as his mind absolutely melts as he holds it in his palms. You nod softly, encouraging him to continue. “Fuck.” Spencer whines, leaning over at his hips as his lips connect with your jaw. His lips are hot against your skin, leaving light marks in their wake as he makes his way to your chest. Your soft moans spur him on, every now and then he lets out a content sigh at your pleasure. Spencer's fingers slink around your back, easily popping open the clasp. 
“That easy, really? Are you sure you need my advice, Reid?” You accuse, smiling softly. 
“It’s a simple clasp, gimme a break.” Spencer draws, making you laugh. He easily shuts you up as his lips meet your chest, sucking softly and nipping on the sensitive flesh. A small yelp escapes before you can hold it back, Spencer licking over the bite to soothe the pain. It feels good, better than you thought it would. Encouraged, and slightly more confident, he continues his trail down your stomach. “This alright?” He asks, hooking one index finger underneath the side of your panties. 
“Yes, Spence. More than okay.” You nod, watching the nerves flash across his face. “Hey, I’ll tell you if you do something wrong, not wrong. Something I don't like, I suppose. Just so you can get an idea of what to do.”
“I know you will.” Spencer smiles up at you, finally sinking down to his stomach in front of you. The sight alone makes your breath hitch, catch deep in your lungs somewhere. Maybe if you were luckier you could’ve got him before Lila did, confesses to him before he actually got serious with her. Shoving it aside, for now, you focus on the pretty boy currently between your legs. Slowly, as if he’s afraid you’ll jump away, he pulls down your panties. Spencer bites softly into the inner sides of your thighs, leaving dark marks in his wake. Whimpering, it takes everything in you not to beg for him to continue. 
“You’ll be nice to me, right Spence? No teasing?” You whimper, allowing your hands to slide down to meet the back of his head, curls slipping through your fingers. There’s a glint in his eyes that you almost miss, pupils blown wide as he peers up at you. “Pretty boy will be nice, hm?”
“To you? Always.” Spencer smiles, licking along your core experimentally. He watches your reactions closely, finding what you like and what you don't. He finds what feels right for him too, and finds what gives both of you the most satisfaction. Reid can’t help but grind into the couch beneath him, involuntarily groaning into your clit as his tongue flicks across it. 
“Fuck…fuck Spence. You’re better at this, than you let on.” You whimper, voice catching in your throat as you speak. Spencer is better at this than you thought, eating you out as if he hadn’t had a meal for months. Sucking, slurping, and groaning into you as if he had just crossed a desert and you were the first oasis he’d come across. His jaw flexes with each movement, brows pressing together in concentration. You’re not expecting him to take initiative, sliding a slender finger easily into you. You gasp, pulling harder on his hair, closer to your core. 
“You’re so whiny, whimpering underneath my touch,” Spencer speaks, more of a tease rather than a statement of fact that he’s so accustomed to. This also catches you off guard, so used to him stating facts. You can’t stop whining as he slides another finger inside of you, curling and hitting all of the right spots. Maybe the anatomy classes are paying off. He works out his speed in no time, pressure, timing, roughness, everything with watching your reactions. “Like this, hm? Like me touching you like this?”
“Yes, Spence. Like it a lot.” You pant, clenching hard around his fingers as he hits all the right spots, never removing his mouth from you either. “Are you, are you gonna let me cum?”
“Fuck, I want nothing more,” Spencer mumbles, continuing with his actions. 
“Just a bit more, yeah? Almost there.” You encourage him, teetering on the edge as you focus on the feeling. Glancing down, the sight alone sends you over the edge. Pretty face buried in between your thighs, eyes peering up at you with need, hips involuntarily grinding into the cushions underneath him. You cum hard, moaning his name loudly as you do. Spencer continues until you physically can’t take it, thighs threatening to sandwich his head in between them from how sensitive you were. “Fuck me.” You mumble, hands reaching to pull him over you. 
Your lips meet roughly, almost crashing into each other as they connect. You can taste yourself on his lips, moaning softly into his mouth from how dirty it was. “Do you have condoms?” 
“Yea-Yeah, in my bag.” Spencer nods over to his bag that sits in the kitchen island, sat aside when you both got in. You basically scramble from underneath him, on a mission to retrieve them. 
“You gotta lot of shit in here.” You giggle, rummaging through the contents before finding them. With a satisfied grin, you walk back and present your findings. “Can we continue, Spence?” You're back on his lap, hovering slightly above his lap so you don’t ruin his fancy dress pants. He nods faster than his brain can fully comprehends your words, which is quick. With a small smile, your lips softly reconnect as your fingertips meet his waistband. You easily pull a soft gasp from him, focused on feeling your way around as you unbutton and unzip them. “Lift your hips a bit.” 
He follows without question, allowing you to slip them down so they rest on his thighs. Finally, you’re able to seat yourself on his lap, both of you moaning from the much needed friction. Your hips move on their own, humping slowly against his own as you melt into the kiss. “Here, let me.” Spencer mumbles against your lips, hand softly brushing yours as he takes the condom from you. Pulling back, you slide down a bit to allow him access to his boxers. Watching with wide eyes and a salivating mouth, Spencer easily slides his boxers down his hips, tearing the condom open with his teeth. 
“You know, you’re not actually supposed to do that because it can rip a hole in-“ You begin, almost mirroring how Spencer goes on his rants. 
“Shhh,” Spencer grins at you, “You’re starting to sound a lot like me.” The grin is shiteating, making your cheeks blush pink. Once the condom is on, he’s pulling you against him once more, fingertips roughing digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “I'll let you lead, princess.” Spencer speaks softly, making you quite literally ache. 
Slotting your lips together, you allow yourself to grind down onto his cock, getting a feel. Reid whimpers underneath you, sliding between your folds with a wet sound accompanying it. “I’m gonna start now, yeah?” You ask, mind feeling fuzzy with the close proximity. Reaching down, you pump his cock a couple of times before lining yourself up, slowly beginning to slide down onto him. You could cum from Spencer’s whines and whimpers alone, face scrunched up tightly as he bites down on his lower lip. Once you’re fully seated, you allow yourself to reach forward, tangling your fingers in his hair as you kiss him. “Do you like this, pretty boy?” You coo at him, allowing yourself to slowly slide up and down his cock. 
“Mmmm, maybe, maybe not.” Spencer whines as you fully slide back, seating yourself once more in one swift roll of your hips. 
“What’s the probability of that answer being maybe?” 
“Pretty fuckin high.” 
It hurts, the way his cock batters your walls, filling you so deep it feels like he’s in your stomach. Hurts how his fingers dig into your hips, helping you move up and down the length of his cock. Hurts how pretty he is underneath you, chests pressed together, lips brushing everyone and then as you moan into each other’s mouths, hair slowly becoming untucked. Hurts how he’s going to do this with another girl within the next week. 
“I’m close, Spence.” You mumble, involuntarily clenching around him as you catch his gaze. You press your chest more into him, tug on his hair slightly harder. “Please let me come, please.” You whine, finally breaking eye contact as your head falls into his shoulder. He picks up the slack as your thighs start to slow, legs exhausted from moving. He snaps up into you easily, forcing moans to slip past your lips that you try to muffle into his shoulder. “Bit more, just a bit.” You whine, thighs beginning to shake from how bad you need it. You have to pry one of his hands from your skin, gently guiding it to you clit. Thanking all the gods, Spencer understands immediately. 
“C'mon princess, let it go. Cum around me, cum for pretty boy.” He coaxes, lips brushing along your ear as he speaks. And you do, immediately, catching you off guard as you shove your face into the crook of his neck. You want so badly to sink your teeth into him, bite the soft skin underneath you but you don’t for respect of his previous engagements. “Gonna cum, okay?” Spencer asks, waiting for you to nod before allowing himself to. His hips thrust up into you sloppily, both hands once again digging into your hips to help guide down. 
“Please Spence, cum in me.” His hips drive up into you, grinding hard as he does. Spencer’s hands squeeze your hips so hard you’d be surprised if there weren’t bruises, making you whine. “Fucking hell, pretty boy.” You groan, finally catching your breathe as you pull yourself from his neck. It’s a sight to see, Spencer’s face so prettily fucked out underneath you. You kiss him, much more tender and soft than you have before, more loving than desperate this time. 
“Thank you…for teaching me.” Spencer speaks, awkwardness cutting through the air from his words. 
“Oh, of course. Any time.” You fake a grin, slowly beginning to move off of his lap. Your legs hurt as they support your body weight, legs still shaking slightly. You’re shifting through the clothes that are in various places, jokingly tossing Spencer his whenever you come across them. Spencer’s climbing to his feet soon after, buttoning his pants back up. “Also, don’t forget aftercare. Some girls love it, some don’t, so just play it by ear.” You give your last bit of advice, shrugging slightly. 
“Right, do you want to do that or?” Spencer asks, words coming out more awkward and dismissive than he meant to. 
“Nah, it’s alright. I'll be fine without it.” You smile, beginning to get re-clothed. “I’m probably going to take a shower and pick a room, you get the leftovers. I call first dibs.” You stick your tongue out at him as you make your way to the hall, on your way to find the better room and claim it with your belongings. 
“What?! That’s totally not fair, I invited you on the trip!”
“Finders keepers!” You laugh, slipping into the larger, nicer room of the two and immediately looking to door behind you. Your heart breaks with the awkwardness between you that you’re trying to cower up, breaks more than he’s getting ready in the other room to go on his date. You’re just getting out of the shower when there’s a series of small knocks on your door. 
“Hey,” Spencer stands on the other side, eyes accidentally looking you up and down in your towel. “I just wanted to let you know I’m heading out, you can order takeout if you’d like. I’ll leave my card on the coffee table in the living room for whenever you’d like.” He’s thinking hard about something, you can tell as he seems distracted as he’s talking to you. You’ve already gotten over the Lila thing, telling yourself that it’s not your business in the first place. 
“Thanks Spence, have fun on your date!” You smirk, reaching out of your door to jokingly punch his chest “Knock ’er dead.” He only offers a half hearted laugh, nodding before turning and making his way back down the hall. Odd, but not so odd you’d openly question him. Maybe he’s just nervous before his date? You brush it aside, continuing on with your little night routine that’s otherwise unaffected by todays festivities. 
You make your way to the living room after Spencer leaves, order takeout, put on a show while you wait, do a face mask, the whole 9 yards. Your peaceful night is interrupted as the front door opens, scaring you half to death as you jump to the other side of the couch. “Spencer?! What are you doing home, YOU SCARED ME!!” You scold, clutching your chest. He doesn’t answer, just immediately pulls you in to him, kissing you as if he’s starved. “Hold on, hold on?” You ask, pushing his shoulders slightly away. “Did the date not go well?” You ask.
“There was no date, we met up and I told her I didn’t want to continue seeing her.” Reid answers in the most matter of fact tone possible, making you laugh. “She told me I’m a dick and stormed off.” He shrugs, diving back in to kiss you. 
“Okay, but why? Am I missing something?” You once again break the kiss, Spencer looking at you as if you were the dumbest person alive. 
“Because I think I love someone more.” He kisses you again. 
“ME?!” 
“Geez, finally you get it.” 
Your poor takeout grows cold on the doorstep, hours ticking by. Spencer’s determined to understand how to please a woman, in all positions, ways, methods, and modes possible. “For science,” Of course.
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lovesclinic · 1 year
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ྀི ۪ ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪ ׂ. ꒰ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 !! ꒱
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ღ. synopsis ; in which hotch is whipped for you but the team isn’t aware until they overhear their stern boss hotch and a girl talking on the phone…
ღ. pairing ; aaron hotchner x reader
ღ. notes ; a lil short one for you, this is cute omg - also my posts are flopping :(
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to the rest of the team, hotch had always seemed to exude a tough exterior, serious and work-oriented.
until jj had walked past hotch's office, overhearing an, interesting, phone conversation and immediately calling over the rest of the team.
the group were all silently huddled around hotch's slightly ajar door, where he was sat surprisingly casually. with his legs elevated and crossed on the desk, his phone sitting on the desk on speaker hone, hotch leaned back in his chair which was luckily facing away from the door. if he were to turn around, hotch would see his team pushing to get the best spot to listen in to his conversation.
"and aaron you know you didn't have to make me breakfast," a soft voice could be heard from the teams eavesdropping position by the door.
"oh of course i do love, you barely ate dinner last night so jack and i made you banana pancakes,"
there was a sweet giggle heard from the other line," yes and i particularly enjoyed your chocolate freddo pancake,"
"well i can't take all the credit sweetheart, jack may have helped just a bit," the pair laughed, leaving the team in shock.
"this if befuddling my beautiful behavioral analysts!" garcia whisper shouted, unintentionally right next to spencer's ear, as he was leaning down close to the door to hear better, causing his to startle forward in suprise, right into the now wide open door.
a creak could be heard before, "I have to go darling but i'll call you back in a minute,"
a click could be heard, signalling he had hung up.
"leave." usually his stern face and commanding tone would have caused the team to follow orders immediately, but after his display of pure affection, the team couldn't help but tease.
"oh ho ho, my man!" derek clasped a hand onto his boss' shoulder in congratulations.
"can we meet her? please?" garcia asked with wide eyes,
"pancakes, huh" rossi stared quizzically at his firmed he thought he knew fully, though he never would've expected this.
"everybody out."
after the team left, hotch immediately called you back, he was whipped, and desperate for every second he could get with you.
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Physics Magic 2022
*Rocket lands on Emily’s forehead*
Emily: Oooh-A what was that?
Garcia: Don’t you recognize a rocket when you see one?
Spencer: I-I-I was mearly demonstrating a physic’s law I-I-I didn’t mean to-
Emily: Oooh show mee
JJ: Wait- throw it back
Emily: *Throws it back confused*
Hotch: I think she meant the rocket Prentiss not your umm bottom
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sarcasm-and-stiles · 1 month
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Y/N: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...
Spencer: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?
Y/N: Holy fuck-
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