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strawbeerossi · 10 months

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I have a really sweet fic request so like imagine season 3/4 Reid and reader having sex in missionary and Spencer puts his hand on the headboard and reader turns her head around and kisses his old track marks🥺 and he’s just taken aback by how caring the little gesture is

I LOVE THIS 🥺🩷

Scars

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: The ask explains it all, really.

Content Warning: Smut but not explicit, kissing, mentions of past drug use, teary eyed Spencer, lots of love, just fluffy as can be.

Word Count: 0.8K

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“I love you.” Y/N’s words were airy, her fingers tangling in her boyfriend’s hair as they were connecting their lips in a tender, sweet kiss while Spencer was slowly rocking his hips against his girlfriend’s.

After a particularly hard day, they were just supposed to be laying together and engulfing one another in love.

One thing led to another though, those soft kisses and the way they held one another taking an amazing turn as their bodies were tangling together.

Here they were, making passionate love while holding tightly to one another, appreciating one another’s warmth and touch and basking in the love that covered them like a sheet.

“I love you so much.” His words were soft, voice having a rasp to it from arousal. His eyes were trained on her face, watching as his girlfriend’s face was twisting in pleasure from each thrust, opting to pick up his speed.

It was nothing too crazy to take them out of this intimate bubble but just enough to make that pretty face contort more, her mouth agape as moans and soft breaths were falling from her lips.

It wasn’t long until Spencer had to bring his hand up to grip the headboard, picking up his pace yet again as he was letting out soft moans and groans of his own.

“Close,” He breathed, watching as Y/N’s head was tilting to the side, nodding along with his words to communicate that she wasn’t far behind.

“Fuck, almost there.” She breathed, eyes slowly fluttering open, her gaze on his arms. The sight of the old track-marks that were barely visible. Using the position that was available to her and not wanting to lean up to meet his lips, she was slowly pressing a kiss against his arm, the scars of his past usage of drugs.

He was accustomed to her lips smearing over any ounce of skin that she could reach when they were in the middle of the act. It was mostly his lips, jaw, and neck that got that attention though.

The minute that she was kissing the part of his arm he never wanted to show out of fear though, his hips were coming to a complete stop. He was stunned, unsure of how to react.

“Spencer.” Y/N whined, head tilting upwards. As she was about to complain, her annoyance was fading as her eyes softened. He was tearing up, overwhelmed at the simple action.

“Baby,” She began, her soft fingers brushing through his hair. “Are you okay? Do you need to stop? Honey, you know that you just have to tell-”

“It’s.. It’s not that, I’m sorry.” He breathed, bringing the hand that was previously gripping the headboard to his eyes to wipe them, even though a few tears had already dropped onto his girlfriend’s flushed skin.

“I just.. I wasn’t expecting that.” He admitted, the two staring at one another as there was a content silence. They’d only been together for a few months, the woman not knowing his story yet, all the scars he had gone untalked about because he was, in a way, ashamed of them.

“What?” Her voice was soft, a thin veil of concern on her face. “I just.. I don’t think most people would see.. Those,” He said while holding his arm out to emphasize. “And would not think less of me immediately.”

He couldn’t say that he blamed people for the initial reaction.

“Spencer, you know that your past means nothing to me, right?” They’d talked briefly of his addiction but it wasn’t too much of a conversation, mostly because of the fact that he was explaining how he was late to their third date because of one of his meetings.

“I love you, like, so much.” Her words were soft as a smile was on her face, her hands slowly running down his shoulders. “Your scars and marks on your body tell a story.”

This was a time to get philosophical, Spencer being buried inside her warmth while they held one another.

“And those stories shape you. You’ve overcome so much and you deserve love and appreciation. No matter what you’ve done. Drugs, alcohol, hell, I think I would still love you if I found out that you killed someone.”

There was a soft laugh leaving Spencer’s lips, Y/N falling right behind as the two giggled together for a moment. “But I’m serious. You are still a good man, baby. No past addiction could ever change that.”

The two shared a tender kiss, his forehead resting against hers.

“Now can we finish having sex? You are killing me here by making me wait.” Her words were soft, teasing him as she pressed a chaste kiss against his lips.

“Since you asked so nicely, I guess so.”

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tiredofthehumanlife · 28 days

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What happened to Mgg to make his sick twisted little mind come up with this crap

#im on that scratch episode #mgg #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds thoughts

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evsstolenhearts · 7 months

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Physically I am writing my essay on the theory on how king tut died, mentally I am explaining my theory on how the unsub killed the victim in a small town in Iowa while Spencer Reid looks at me like I'm an idiot and I get all the information wrong.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds thoughts

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deepdarkvelvet · 6 days

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on ep 21 season 2, i just love it when the victims are smart and actually do something instead of just getting killed

#criminal minds thoughts #shes so badass #she got those people killed tho

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reidsaurora · 1 year

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send spencer thoughts or steve thoughts, i'm bored 🤪

(send any nsfw thoughts to @hornyhornyhimbos tho)

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gaypoetsblog · 3 months

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I love how easily Luke and Matt blended right into the BAU family. And I'm in love with Daniel Henney😍🥹🧡❤️🩷💞💖💕💘😻💚💛💛💛💙🖤🖤💛🤟🏾🤟🏾🧡🧡❤️‍🔥🫶🏾🫰🏾🫰🏾🩷🌹🌹🩷🫰🏾🌹

#criminal minds #matt simmons #luke alvez #daniel henney #adam rodriguez #criminal minds thoughts

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thedelusionalbitchgianna · 1 month

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Derek: There's only one thing worse than dying

*Derek pulls back paper revealing the word "Spencer"*

Emily: Reid

Hotch: No!

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fandom-puff · 4 months

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I have lots of smutty thoughts:

John Shelby is secretly a kinky fck with a massive dom side that would put Tommy to shame

Sirius Black is the biggest sub and has cum just by eating you eat out multiple times

Hotch is really vanilla until he meets you and realizes how absolutely filthy you are it ends with him taking a week off just so you two can fck uninterrupted and discover every kink he didn’t know he had

Omggg. I’ve put a ‘read more’ thing cos this is a bit longer!

Send smutty thoughts about fictional men x

John Shelby is one kinky motherfucker, and he’s definitely dominant in AND out of the bedroom. He adores rough, filthy sex, and loves seeing his cum splatters on your body, be it your belly, ass, tits, thighs, whatever. But what really makes him feral is seeing his cum seeping out from your cunt. Fuck, it gets him hard all over again, only this time he’ll fuck you through several orgasms, as even if he’s hard, it’ll be a while before he cums again. Not that you’re complaining obv. Definitely one to grab your cheeks and force you to look at him, telling his pretty girl that she’s gonna cum on his cock over and over, till he’s done with you, that his good girl can take it, can’t she?

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Sirius black can be such a sub, and he’s definitely got a bratty streak to him. He’d DEFINITELY cum from eating you out, grinding his hips into the bed, rutting like a horny little puppy. Rather fitting really. His eyes would roll back so much, but when you do see his actual irises and pupils, his pupils are blown so wide they almost eclipse his irises completely. And his pale face is flushed the prettiest pink, a little sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, his black hair sticking to his face as he dives deeper into your cunt, hardly stopping breathe.

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Aaron Hotchner is rather vanilla, given he and Hailey didn’t experiment much. Not that that means he’s bad at sex- I envisage him as someone who wants to make sure his girl finishes at least once or twice before he even thinks of his own release. But when you approach him, your face aflame and barely able to hold eye contact, about your filthy fantasies, he’s taken aback. But hearing that you want him to overpower you, to slap you around a little, to have complete control over your pleasure, you bet your ass he’s doing his research. Absolute consent king. And thus ensues a rather extensive regime of kink exploration, discovering what gets the two of you going.

#smutty thoughts about fictional men #Aaron hotchner smut #Aaron hotchner x reader #Aaron hotchner thoughts #John Shelby x reader #John Shelby smut #John Shelby thoughts #sirius black x reader #Sirius black smut #Sirius black thoughts #Harry Potter thoughts #pesky blinders thoughts #criminal minds thoughts

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reyiasolo · 1 year

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FUCK I forgot how much Hotch comforted Strauss as she died. He was so gentle and he held her to him for her final breaths. He reassured her when she couldn't see. You could see his heart breaking for her as soon as he realized she was dying and there was nothing he could do until the paramedics got there and that they probably wouldn't get there in time.

#call hotch #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotch #hotch thoughts #soft hotch #erin strauss #criminal minds thoughts #criminal minds season 8 #the feels #my heart

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strawbeerossi · 11 months

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Daydreaming || 1/3 ||

Part two || Part three

Pairing: Fem!reader x Aaron Hotchner

Description: When Jack makes a new friend at school, Aaron is happy to listen to all the stories his son shares about their days together. At another child's birthday party, Aaron gets to meet him as well as his mother.

Content Warnings: Fluffy fluff fluff with a pinch of angst, Jack and Finn are happy to tell all of their parents' business, the two boys try to play matchmaker, reader is a widow, mention of parental death, mention of unspecified illness, mentions of guilt, smiley Aaron (!!!)

Word Count: 1.6K

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My first Aaron fic! Y'all let me know what you think! I'm considering making this a series depending on y'all's thoughts!

Aaron had heard enough about Jack’s new little friend Finn Y/L/N to write a book, it seemed. He liked dinosaurs, liked to read picture books, and he was great at making pretend food. The father loved hearing the tales his son would come home with from a busy day at school. It started with him talking about his day, giving his father all his graded papers for the day, and he had to read for twenty minutes for his reading log.

After that, he was more than happy to gush about his day with all his friends, Finn being the newest and most exciting. It seemed like they got along well, lord knows he got enough notes from Jack’s teacher about his talking and joking while he was supposed to be paying attention.

Aaron hadn’t met the little boy until Jack was playing with him on the school playground when he was coming to surprise him by picking him up early after a gruelling case.

The cases with children always made him hug his son a little tighter, so this wasn’t too out of left field. He could remember a little blonde boy hurrying behind Jack to the fence, the little boy already seeing his father from the parking lot that was next to the playground.

“That’s my daddy!” Jack gushed, the seven-year-old letting his small hand poke through the fence to point Aaron out. Finn looked like a cheerful kid, waving quickly at the black-haired man who couldn’t help but smile as he noticed his son’s excitement. “Hi, Jack’s daddy.” The blonde greeted, his hand opening and closing in the sweet form of a smaller child’s wave.

“My name is Finn.” He spoke confidently, a beaming smile on his face with dimples making their grand appearance. “Are you really a superhero? My mommy says that my daddy was one too!” He spoke, head tilting to the side.

Was.

Before he could answer, the boys’ teacher had already caught notice of the familiar father. “Hello, Mr. Hotchner!” She spoke, greeting the father. The older woman offered a content smile. “Nice to see you. Jack, buddy, go get your things. Finn, come play, honey. Your mom should be here soon.” She mused, watching the blonde wave at Aaron again before he was rushing off.

That afternoon, he was taking Jack to get ice cream while sitting across from him. “Hey, buddy..” Aaron began, now curiosity taking over him. “What does Finn’s dad do?” The words came out a little softer. Jack knew about death, being familiar after losing his own mother at such a young age.

“Well, he said that his daddy used to drive a firetruck.” Jack responded, dipping his spoon in his ice cream before putting it in his mouth. “But he got sick one day, and he died.” The bluntness of children was something to behold. “He was a little baby so he can’t remember.” He added soon after.

After the encounter with the older male, Finn was opening up to Jack more in school about his own father, telling him stories that he’d heard from his mother at some point.

Talking about the death of his father also prompted Jack to open up about his deceased mother as well. They spent a lot of time sharing stories from either their surviving parents, or even sneaking pictures to show one another on the playground.

As the days turned into weeks, it wasn’t long until the first child in their class was having a birthday party. Aaron made it a point to take the day off for that, mainly because his son was over the moon since Finn had already told him at school that he was going. Jack had dragged Aaron around the store for what felt like hours, the two looking at suitable gifts for the birthday girl and even a nice card that they signed.

Jack was holding the gift bag in his hand, proudly walking alongside his father up the driveway while his other hand was safely held by Aaron. “Come on, daddy.” He began, quickly hurrying to the front door, having to stand on the tips of his toes so he could ring the doorbell. The father behind the door looked cheerful enough, despite the house being full of children who were already excited enough, the sugar later going to make them bounce off the walls more.

As the party was moving to the backyard, it wasn��t long until quite a few parents were already talking amongst each other. Aaron felt strange, if he was honest. He couldn’t put his finger on why exactly. “Sorry we’re late.” There was a woman’s voice sounding through the other side of the fence, unlatching it before making her way inside with a smile, Finn by her side as he was quickly running to join the party.

The woman in question was captivating, a smile on her face as she was carrying a gift bag on one arm, leaning down to hug the birthday girl with the other. So she was a parent who was involved. Aaron wished that he could have the luxury of knowing everyone in the class, already being familiar with his son’s friends.

“Daddy!” The word pulled Aaron from his thoughts as he was turning to look at his son, a smile on his face. “What’s up, Jack?” He asked, now kneeling down to get on his son’s level. “That’s Finn’s mommy.” The child whispered, stating what Aaron had already pieced together. “We should go say hi.” He spoke, which Finn had already gotten his mother’s attention as his hand was tightly holding onto hers as he was happily tugging her behind him.

The minute that the two parents were finally brought face to face, both of their son’s looked more than satisfied. “Hi, you must be Mr. Hotchner. I’m Y/N, Finn’s mom. It’s very nice to meet you.” The woman offered a smile as she was holding her hand out for him to shake.

“He’s a superhero.” Jack spoke up, making the two parents laugh. “Is that so? Well, are you Spider-Man or Batman?” Y/N asked, a wide smile gracing her features while Aaron just couldn’t help but match that smile.

She was beautiful.

“She has a crush on Spider-Man.” Finn cut in, looking up at Aaron as if to signal for him to say that.

Were these two little shits trying to play matchmaker?

“Unfortunately, I’m only an agent with the Behavioral Analysis Unit.” Aaron responded with a chuckle, much to their sons’ dismay. “Oh, with the FBI.” Y/N recognized the name while offering a smile. “I write for the paper. I’ve written so many articles about your team and the good that you all do.” She confirmed, a smile on her face.

“I’ve spoken to Jennifer Jareau on several occasions as well when it comes to pushing out stories in order to help you all catch the local people you catch.”

She was surprised she didn’t recognize who he was, however it made sense considering she didn’t come face to face with the team too much, only speaking with the communications liaison when she was needed.

The two boys were facing one another before shrugging, slowly growing bored of the adult conversation before they were heading off to go play with their friends. “I’ve heard a lot about Jack. He’s such a sweet boy.” Y/N smiled. “I was worried about Finn starting at this new school. He was going to a smaller, more private institution last year but.. He just wasn’t happy there any longer and I know I’d hate to be stuck somewhere that I don’t like.”

Aaron smiled while nodding along with her words, giving her his full attention since their children were off playing. “Yeah, Jack was telling me about that. He told me something about a teacher there who wasn’t so nice.” Aaron added on to the conversation, making the mother nod. “You’ve got no idea. I don’t know why she bullied a six-year-old but.. Mama put an end to that fast.” Y/N shook her head as her hands were in her pockets.

“I don’t mean to come across as rude for putting my nose in things that aren’t my business,” Aaron spoke while he was looking at the woman in front of him. “But how do you do it? How do you make being a single parent look so easy?” He asked, making Y/N offer a small smile.

“I’ve been a single parent for a long time. To be honest with you, I used to feel selfish for getting pregnant even though I knew my husband at the time wasn’t going to survive what he was going through.” She admitted. “I make it look easy but I can promise, it never gets easier.” She said softly.

“I um.. I heard about your wife from Finn. I truly am sorry, even if it was a while ago. I know it’s hard losing the one person who you thought would be around much longer.” Her words were soft, a small smile on her face. “And I hope you know that you are doing a really good job. I know your life is busy and your career can be a headache but that little boy loves you. He looks at you like you’ve hung the moon.”

It was something he needed to hear, something that Aaron appreciated. They had a deep understanding of one another in that aspect, the knowledge that there is hope of moving forward after tragedy. It was a long road but they both handled it like pros.

“After the party, me and Finn were going to go get some lunch and have a little picnic in the park, if you and Jack want to join us. I think that he would be absolutely over the moon to invite you both.” Y/N spoke, which there was now a smile gracing Aaron’s features once more as he was looking back to his son.

“We’d love to.”

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