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The Technical Analyst and the Boy Genius: Spencer x Reader

Summary: You finally get your dream job working as a technical analyst for the BAU, but one team member isn't happy you're there. Warnings: Angst, talk of death, guns, shootings, stomach wounds

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Five years. It took you five years to make it where you are today. Five years of no sleep, constant anxiety and a need to get where you want to be.

You worked your butt off in school to get your many degrees, but your hidden passion was computer work. Getting into the many cracks that was hidden and searching for answers or for what was in the unknown. It was what made you so useful to the FBI.

Throughout your five years of working for the FBI, you had been with multiple units as a technical analyst, helping your coworkers save the day on different missions. It brought you more joy than you would have thought it did when you stepped into the FBI building all those years ago.

Within that time, you've joined your teams on and off the field helping, and you struggled with what you liked better, field work or office work. Either way, you were helping. So, when you got the offer to transfer to the FBI's BAU, though you were sad to leave your team, you jumped at the chance to work with the group that was your end goal. And that was because of one person.

Penelope.

You both had only met a handful of times, your schedules always opposite of each other and your work bringing you to different locations didn't help either. But she was your mentor and her word was gospel. It had started your first year at the FBI, you had hacked into her computers just for fun and since then you were best friends. And now you were finally getting to work right were you wanted to be.

"Oh my god, oh my god, it's you! It's really you!" Penn gasped out once she saw you make your way through the double doors of the BAU's bull pen. She squished you into a hug, disregarding the fact you had a huge box in your hand.

You laughed in her embrace and your free hand circled her back. "I know it feels like a dream!"

You stood there chatting for a second before a smooth masculine voice came from behind Penn. "I heard we were getting a new partner in crime, I didn't think she'd be this beautiful." He stopped besides Penelope before saying to her, "Not as beautiful as you, baby girl."

You smiled at the exchange between the two. You had done your research on the team, Penn suppling you with random lists she made of each member to help you get to know them better. "You must be Derek Morgan, it's a pleasure to meet you." You said, stretching out your one good hand to shake.

"You know me?" Derek chuckled, as he shook your hand.

"I've done my research." You winked at him before laughing.

"See, she'll fit right in." Penn said before grabbing your hand and introducing you to everyone.

Two weeks had flown by since you started working besides Penn. It was awkward at first getting to know the team and how each one worked, but you didn't mind. It was the awkward bits that made it fun. You had managed to nail down how everyone worked and what they expected, except for Spencer. He was upset at you randomly, bickering at the things you said or just wanting the news from Penelope. Rossi told you it was because he didn't like change, and not to take it personally. But as the days went by, it was starting to, not matter how hard you were telling yourself to power through.

It wasn't until a case that required you specifically was when he started acting differently.

It was a strange case, the UnSub would implant a virus into large computer server farms, where he would kill his victims by using flashing lights and noises through their computers to send them into a deathly seizure. The only way to rid this virus was to remove the discs that were implanted in person while also blocking it remotely from getting to people. It was a two-person job, and Hotch decided it was best to fly you out with them since you were cleared for field work.

Spencer wasn't thrilled and he made it known, Hotch sending him looks to shut him up when he started. You didn't mind when he wasn't besides you, you could ignore it like you used to when you had similar thoughts from people on your old teams, but when Hotch paired you two together with Derek that's when it started to annoy you and it just got worse as the day went on.

"Do you ever shut up?" You asked him that night at the police station. Everyone was trying to figure where the UnSub would strike next, but all Spencer could do was dismiss everything you'd say.

The room grew silent when you finally snapped. Derek and Emily biting their lips to stop from smiling because you finally stuck up for yourself.

"I don't care if you're a genius. You don't know computers like I do. If I were the UnSub, I would strike here. It's a huge server farm with plenty of rooms full of servers to sneak this virus in. He's gone with all smaller farms before and has been building his way up. He's cocky, and he isn't going to stop until he hits the biggest farms." Spencer stood quiet, watching you as you took a deep breath in before you tilted your head at him. "Oh, and did I forget to mention, I have several degrees in Psychology and Criminal Justice along with degrees in almost every field on computer work?"

The room broke out into chuckles, Spencer remaining silent. Rossi gave you a pat on the back with a small wink. "I think you finally broke him. Good job."

The next day, you were once again paired up with Spencer, this time alone. He was quiet as you drove and didn't say a word until you were at the farm when he grabbed you and whispered to be quiet.

You looked at him shocked, he wasn't one for physical touch, especially to new people and you knew it wouldn't happen with you with how much he disliked you. He pointed at the hallway that upon inspection had droplets of blood going down it. Spencer drew his weapon and stepped in front of you as you both headed down the hall to find a security guard leaning against the wall bleeding from several gunshot wounds.

Spencer called for an ambulance and back up before saying, "I'm Doctor Reid with the FBI, what happened?""

The man struggled to sit up so he could talk. You helped him up, pressing your sweater against his wounds. "A man came in, shot me and headed to our main server room. I tried to lock down the doors before he could get in, but he shot the control booth and shot me again."

You looked up at the control panel in the small room next to you. Spencer replaced your hands on the man's stomach and nodded for you to take a look. The panel was beyond fixing, the only way into the server room was to unlock it by hacking into the lock on the door. You looked back Spencer who was holding the man up as he reassured him help was on the way.

"The only way to open the room is accessing the panel box on the door. We're going to have get to the main room." Spencer nodded and helped looked at the security guard next to him.

"Tell me how to do it, you stay here with him."

"It's not something you can just figure out, it's something I need to do."

"No, Y/L/N. It's too dangerous, you're just an office worker."

You sent him an annoyed look. "I'm more qualified than you think I am."

"You may think you're qualified, but they didn't give you a gun. So, tell me what to do."

You looked at him and sighed. There was no way he could unlock the access panel in time to stop the UnSub and arguing back and forth was stalling you both. You could either give him the information and hope he figures it out or break away from Spencer and do it yourself.

In no way did you want credit or glory in taking down an UnSub, you just wanted to stop him. You didn't want him to take more lives than he already had, and this server farm was huge, and he could easily kill hundreds if he wanted too. Wasting time was ideal in this situation. You could have your badge taken away or be removed from the team, but you knew you had to try. So, you did the opposite of what the boy genius was telling you to do, and that was to sprint out of the control room, Spencer screaming for you to come back as you headed to the main server room.

You looked at the control panel on the side wall, pulling the frame off of it before plugging in your phone to it and taking over the controls. Your brain felt like it was on fire with how hard you were trying to find the specific number pattern to help your phone out. Once you figured it out you could easily hack into main control system and open the door. But you still had the UnSub to think about. He already shot up the security guard which he hasn't done before. So, you had to figure he was by the door, gun ready for you to come in. You were a few seconds away to opening up the door when an angry Spencer came running your way, his face red with anger.

You didn't have time to think, you just did. You launched yourself at Spencer, knocking him over as the door opened and bullets flew towards you.

Spencer was stunned with your body draped over his, your sweet perfume mixing with his woodsy scent. He watched you quickly get up, somehow dodging the few bullets that was shot at you before knocking the gun out of the UnSub's hand with a roundhouse kick before swiftly taking him the ground, his face smooshed into the ground. You looked like an angel and his brain couldn't comprehend what just happened.

The sound of footsteps heading his way and JJ leaning down to check on him brought Spencer back to reality. You single handedly stopped an UnSub with a roundhouse kick while saving his life a few seconds earlier.

Hotch quickly took over from you and handcuffed the UnSub. "Go, I got this."

You nodded and looked at the hundreds of servers in front of you, analyzing which ones could contain the virus. The team watched you as you figured which ones had it and how many there were. The rest of the day was spent disarming the virus, Spencer following you around as you went holding onto whatever you gave him.

"Hey, Y/N." Spencer's voice came from behind you as you made your way to the plane's stairs.

You turned aorund to find him staring at you, nervousness written all over his face. "Yeah?"

He cleared his throat. "Um, I just wanted to thank you for back at the server farm. You knew what needed to be done, and you were able to stop the virus before it could take another life. So good job back there."

A smile crept onto your face at how nervous he was to thank you. "No problem. I have anti-terrorist training from one of the old units I worked with. We profile and anticipate their next moves so it was pretty similar."

"You were a field agent?" He asked, as he made his way up the stairs behind you.

"Yeah, I worked on and off the field in my old units. It helps me from going stir crazy." You laughed and took a seat on the couch, Spencer joining you.

"Wow, and the karate?"

"Oh, I was a gymnast and did karate growing up."

The rest of the plane ride you spent talking with Spencer about your old units and your interests.

Emily looked over at Rossi and Derek before nodding over to the two of you. "Looks like they're going to be inseparable soon."

"Looks like you and Penelope have some competition." Rossi chuckled.

"Baby girl and I are going to have to step it up."

JJ tuned around in her seat to join the conversation. "Looks like Spence is already pretty comfortable."

The team looked over to see your head on Spencer's shoulder and his on rest on the top of yours, sleep finally catching up to you two.

Hotch sighed at the two of you. "Don't tell me I'm going to have to watch them too."

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mggsv · 9 months

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15 Minutes

gn!reader x derek morgan x aaron hotch hotchner (18+)

summary: “Look at that..” He began to unbuckle his belt. “We got 15 minutes.” He murmurs to Hotch. “We’ve dealt with less time.”

warnings: secret relationship, office sex, dom!hotch, dom!morgan, sub!reader, oral ( male receiving), hair pulling, minor degrading, choking, dumbification

“That’s it…you’re doing perfect sweetheart.”

Hotch breathes out, hand wrapped tightly in your hair as you took his thick cock into your mouth. Your lips were swollen, knees hurting from the hard floor, you had been there a while- getting your Daddy off. “Fuck..” he tipped his head back slightly, clouded eyes staring at that slutty mouth of yours while you took him whole.

you’re on your knees below his desk, from any other angle than right next to him, it seemed perfectly fine. But you were there, sucking Hotch’s dick for the morning before JJ set the meeting for the case you all had.

You could see him losen his tie just a bit. If it were up to Hotch you’d be getting fucking right now. He so badly wanted to bend you over his desk, hands full of your ass while he fucked you. The thoughts made his cock twitch in your mouth, a groan leaving him soon afterwards.

A knock on the door disrupts you. You halt and stare up at him in alarm, but we’ll he does is pat your cheek. “Keep going.” He says lowly.

“Come in.”

“Hotch, we got a case- Florida.” JJ, as you expected. Your tongue swirled around his thick head. You could hear Hotch give a small cough, but his eyes were on JJ. You watched him nod, “How bad is it?”

“Bad as it’ll get. I’m gonna need the team on the jet, we can go over the case on the way.” She chuckles, placing a file in his desk, you could see the vanilla colored ends of the file while he reached for it. “Thank you.” He whispers, your head lowering as your tongue licked a long strip down the veins of his cock. You kissed gently, licking up the saliva you had coated it with just moments before.

“Hotch-“ you heard Morgan’s voice pipe in. Your sex throbbed as you started to touch yourself between the legs, earning a slight disappointed look from Hotch.

“Morgan. JJ could you give us some privacy please?.” Your head moved faster, feeling Aaron’s cock twitch in your mouth. Your hand slipped into your pants, starting to touch yourself. Once you heard the door shut, He lets out a small moan. His eyes weren’t on you though, they were on Morgan, whom he motioned forward. You let up as Morgan came into view, giving you a small smile.

“Look at that..” He began to unbuckle his belt. “We got 15 minutes.” He murmurs to Hotch.

“We’ve dealt with less time.”

“Ah- Fuck..” Your hips buck against the cool desk as Morgan’s cock slammed into you. Your whimpers grow desperate, desperate for release neither of them granted. You were laid out completely across the desk on your back. On one side Morgan fucked into you, fast, and the other, Hotch rutting his cock onto your face while he choked you. “Close sweetheart?” He whispers, looking down at you. You were seeing stars. “Yes- Yes please Daddy..” your voice rasped.

You gasp for air, feeling Hotch’s hand release for just a moment before tightening. He holds your head up at a more comfortable angle while he slipped in and out of your mouth sloppily. Derek’s thrusts became heavier, his groans spilling fluently while he tried to rush your orgasm. That pool in your stomach was burning. “Look at that..made for me.” He murmurs.

Hotch’s cum splattered on your face before you could even process. You gasped, your back arching feeling Morgan’s cock press deeper into you. Hotch’s hand was still around your throat, his cock slapping your face to smear what was already there. Morgan’s next groan made your body burst. Your legs shook violently, Hotch’s hand never letting up. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hips bucked sadly against Morgan’s strong hands that kept them spread.

You mumbled incoherently to them as Hotch released your throat, quickly leaving a loving kiss on your lips. Morgan’s thick cock slipped out of your leaking hole, his hands rubbing the soon to be marks on your inner thighs. “Baby? Talk to me.” His hands smoothed out your body while they rode higher and higher up your torso. Your body relaxed into the polished wood while there was a knock at the door.

“Hotch? Morgan? Cmon we’re about to take off.” You hear JJ call. The air felt thick as you caught your breath. You drowned out Aaron and Derek’s voices as they talked to each other, and whispered to you. That feeling of Morgan’s warm hands on your body- rubbing you into comfort, and Aaron’s sweet voice close to your ear while he did the same. It was your favorite part, their hands on you after fucking you dumb over Hotch’s desk.

“Hotch-“

“You go..I’ll catch up, alright?” They share a small kiss. Morgan leans down to peck your swollen lips, “I’ll see you when I’m done sweetheart.”

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