#I just want good Spence dreams tonight

[slushi-chan]

Tw: talking about a creepy dream and distress (Spencer Reid was in it for some fucking reason, why’d he have to be in a bad dream)

Had a dream yesterday while napping where I was in the past but I was invisible and watching the past unfold and Spencer Reid was in the dream and going through it (poor bby can’t get a break even in dreams) and he visited some guy and I was there in the past as this guys pet like I was straight up treated like his pet, not in a sex way but like literally like I was just some animal and I remember present me in the past kept saying things just like commenting on what was happening or saying things to Spencer even though he couldn’t hear me and I kept trying to interact but I couldn’t and I remember Spencer was crying at one point and I wanted to hug him but I couldn’t and there’s other stuff that happened that I can’t remember and there’s some stuff I vaguely remember but can’t verbalize it’s just in my head anyway I can’t stop thinking about that dream and it’s really uncomfortable and distressing and I’m about to go back to bed now and I have this pit in my stomach and I just feel really bad right now and I needed to just vent. I wish Spencer was here to just hold me as I fall asleep and make me feel safe it’s so unfair he’s not real

[anhedoniawrites]

all those dreams where you’re my wife

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inside your mind - the 1975

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

summary: coming down from the highs of sex, Spencer and Reader talk about his brain and its thoughts.

genre: fluff & angst

word count: 2.1K

warnings: no use of y/n, proofread, this is an old piece of writing.

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Panting softly, your breath mingled with his, your chest rising and falling in tandem with Spencer’s. Your body felt weightless, the afterglow of your shared passion wrapping around you like a warm blanket. Sweat clung to your skin, and the soft hum of his heartbeat echoed in your ear where your head rested against his shoulder. The intimacy of the moment felt sacred, a shared silence that spoke volumes without words.

Spencer was unusually quiet. Not that his silence was uncommon—he often retreated into his mind after moments like this, his thoughts working in overdrive as if the endorphins had unlocked new pathways in his brilliant brain. He’d once explained to you that post-coital clarity often helped him connect dots he’d never considered before. You’d always found it endearing, a quirk that made him uniquely Spencer.

But tonight, something was different. His quiet wasn’t contemplative—it felt heavier, like the weight of his thoughts pressed down on both of you. You couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers hesitated as they traced lazy circles on your back, the way his chest rose with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world.

“What’s wrong, handsome?” you murmured softly, lifting your head just enough to meet his gaze. His chin, which had been resting lightly against the crown of your head, shifted as he tilted his face toward you. His eyes, usually warm and filled with an endless stream of curiosity, now held a flicker of something else—something guarded.

For a moment, he didn’t answer. He just looked at you, his brow furrowing ever so slightly as if he were weighing his words. You could see the gears turning in his mind, the way he struggled to reconcile his thoughts with the honesty that had always been the cornerstone of your relationship.

“Nothing, sweetheart,” he said finally, his voice soft but unconvincing.

It was a lie—a glaring, obvious lie. Spencer was many things: a genius, a profiler, a man who could recall entire books word for word. But a liar? Never. You knew him too well, knew the way his eyes darted away for just a fraction of a second when he was trying to mask the truth. He knew you knew, too, which made his attempt at deception almost endearing.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, your fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from his damp forehead. “Spence,” you said gently, your tone a mix of affection and concern. “You’re a lot of things, but a good liar isn’t one of them. Talk to me.”

His lips parted as if to protest, but the words caught in his throat. He sighed again, this one deeper, as though the act of holding everything inside was physically exhausting. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… complicated.”

“Complicated doesn’t scare me,” you replied, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple.

He let out a breath, his gaze darting away for a moment before returning to yours. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, almost fragile. “It’s just… I don’t know how to explain it.”

You frowned, leaning closer. “Try me,” you said softly. “You don’t have to have it all figured out. Just tell me what you’re feeling.”

His hand moved softly, almost reverently, to the back of your head. His fingers threaded through your hair with a gentleness that sent shivers down your spine, pausing now and then as though he were mapping the curve of your skull. There was something purposeful in the way he touched you, something that felt more like exploration than comfort.

“I wish I could know you the way you know yourself,” he murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. His fingers continued their journey, tracing invisible patterns that only he could see. “I want to be able to have your brain all laid out in front of me, every thought, every memory, every piece of you.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, his voice soft but steady as he continued, almost to himself. “The back of your head is at the front of my mind.”

He fell silent for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as if trying to untangle the thoughts swirling in his mind. His hand didn’t stop moving, the gentle rhythm of his touch grounding both of you in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

After a long pause, he spoke again, his voice tinged with hesitation. “Sometimes, when you’re asleep, I’ll just… watch you breathe.” His eyes flickered toward you, searching your face as though bracing for judgment, but his hand never faltered.

“I’ll watch the way your breathing slows, the way it evens out. It’s like… proof. Proof that you’re real, that you’re here with me. And then I start to wonder…” His voice trailed off, but the weight of his thoughts lingered in the air.

His fingers stilled briefly before resuming their gentle path, tracing the base of your skull as though it held the answers he was searching for. “I wonder what you’re dreaming about,” he continued, his voice softer now, almost fragile. “I wonder if you dream of me, or of the things you love, or the things you want in life. And I can’t help but think about how much I want to know every part of you. What makes you happy, what makes you sad, what you think about when no one’s watching.”

His other hand came to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. His gaze was intense, those wide, earnest eyes searching yours for understanding. There was no shame in his vulnerability, only a raw, unfiltered need to be known and to know you in return.

“I don’t want to miss anything,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. “You’re the most important person in my life, and sometimes it terrifies me how much I feel for you. Like… like I’ll never be able to express it the way I want to.”

The silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. His hand lingered on your cheek, the other still cradling the back of your head as though he could hold your thoughts in his palm.

He let out a soft, shaky breath, his forehead lowering until it rested against yours. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, the words almost too quiet to hear.

For a moment, he stayed like that, his eyes closed, his breathing syncing with yours. His hands stayed gentle, as though he were afraid of breaking the moment. And then he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you with a desperation that spoke of a love too big for words.

In the quiet that followed, his touch said everything he couldn’t, and you let it.

In the gentle quiet of the room, Spencer’s voice broke through like a fragile thread, hesitant yet determined. “I mainly watch you sleep because I’m terrified of my mind,” he admitted, his tone a mix of vulnerability and unease. He hesitated, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of the blanket as if debating whether to pull the veil back on his inner torment.

His gaze dropped to the floor, his breath catching slightly as he continued. “When I sleep…” he started, the words trembling on the edge of his lips. “I dream that you’ve been taken. It’s always the same. I’m helpless, paralyzed—every step I take feels like wading through quicksand, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t reach you.”

His voice grew quieter, a raw edge creeping into it, but he forced himself to keep going. “By the time I finally get to you, it’s too late. You’re lying there…” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, as though the very memory of the dream clawed at his throat. “You’re lying on the ground in a pool of your own blood. And the only thing I can see, the thing that haunts me even after I wake up, is the ring on your finger.” The room seemed to close in on you, the silence heavy and suffocating. You didn’t know what to say, how to respond to such a confession. You’d never talked about marriage—not explicitly, at least—but there had always been an unspoken understanding between you two. You both wanted it, you both felt it in your bones, but life had never given you the time to explore that possibility.

But hearing Spencer speak of the ring, of the symbol of everything you meant to him, in such a terrifying, haunting context—it shook you. The dream wasn’t just about losing you; it was about him failing you. About the one thing that represented his commitment, his love for you, now twisted into something horrific, something he couldn’t escape.

Your mind raced, trying to process the weight of his words, the depth of his fear. You could see it now—the desperation in his eyes, the vulnerability in the way he held himself. Spencer was afraid. Afraid of losing you, fearful of not being able to protect you.

In that moment, the love between you felt both fragile and immense. You reached out to him, your hand finding his, the warmth of your touch grounding him in the storm of his emotions. You didn’t need to say anything—he already knew how much you cared. But still, you squeezed his hand, hoping to convey everything that words couldn’t.

Spencer finally looked up, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “It’s supposed to be a symbol of everything good, everything I’ve ever wanted to give you. But in that moment, it feels like a mockery—a cruel reminder that I couldn’t protect you. That I failed you.”

The room fell silent, his words lingering in the air like a fragile echo. He looked at you then, his gaze pleading for understanding, for some assurance that the horrors of his subconscious didn’t define him.

“Spencer Reid, you could never fail me, not ever. Don’t ever think that,” you said softly, your voice steady but full of the weight of everything you felt. Your hands found their way to his face, cupping his cheeks gently, guiding his gaze to meet yours. You could see the self-doubt in his eyes, the fear that had taken root there, and it made your heart ache.

He opened his mouth to protest, but you pressed your forehead against his, a silent plea for him to hear you, to understand. “You’ve given me so much in this life, Spencer,” you continued, your voice barely above a whisper, but every word carried the depth of your emotions. “So much that I never thought I deserved, but you showed me that I do. You showed me that I’m worthy of love, of happiness. That I’m worthy of you.”

You could feel the weight of your words sink in as Spencer’s breath caught, his eyes flickering with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude. It wasn’t just the love you had for him—it was everything he had done for you, everything he had helped you realize about yourself.

You gently pulled one of your hands away from his face, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached for his hand, placing it over your chest, just above your heart. “This…” you said, your voice catching in your throat as you pressed his hand against the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. “This is because of you. Every beat, every breath—it’s because of the love you’ve given me. You make me feel alive in a way I never thought was possible.”

Spencer’s eyes softened, his gaze dropping to where his hand rested against your chest. The quiet intensity of the moment wrapped around both of you, and you could feel the weight of everything he was carrying—the fear, the guilt, the love—and you wanted to lift it off him, even if only for a moment.

You leaned in slowly, your lips brushing against his forehead in a soft, lingering kiss, a silent promise that you were there, that you always would be. Then, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes, you whispered, “Spencer, you don’t ever need to worry about failing me. You’re everything I’ve ever needed. And I’ll never let you forget that.”

Spencer’s eyes fluttered closed, and without thinking, he leaned in to kiss you, his lips gentle against yours, a kiss that spoke of gratitude and love, a kiss that grounded you both in the present moment. When he pulled back, you couldn’t help but smile, brushing your thumb lightly over his cheek.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. And before you could respond, you kissed him again, this time deeper, letting the weight of everything you had just shared hang in the air between you like a promise, unspoken but undeniable.

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My Remedy

m!reader x spencer reid (18+)(fluff)(angst sorta but happy ending)

summary: Spencer’s had a rough day at work, and you do your best to make him feel better

warnings: soft dom!reader, sub!spencer, subspace, sir kink, praise kink, milking

“Spence..? Baby..talk to me. Can you hear me?”

“M..Mhm.”

“Sweetheart..i need a clear answer. Let’s stop right here-“

“No- It’s..it’s okay.. keep going.”

His breath hitched as you kissed up his trembling thighs lovingly. Your fingers slipped deeper into your lover’s hole while you watched his glossy eyes, and the faded tear marks on his cheeks. He moaned softly..your name slipping beautifully off his tongue.

Spencer had a bad day at work that day. The way he came into your shared apartment and immediately went to the bedroom without your normal kiss was the first alarm. Secondly, it was the shower water running afterwards. You always showered with Spencer when he got off of work- no matter if you’d taken one already or not. You enjoyed the space you both shared (and washing his hair was a fever dream). You ordered his favorite too, indian food. Hell- you’d starve yourself until he got home and don’t have an issue with it, as long as it was time spent together.

“..Spence?” You frown as you call out to him. You made your way down the hall to your shared bedroom, making your way to the bathroom door. You knock twice before you heard it, faint, but as you leaned your ear against the door you heard him sniffling. “Baby..?” you speak softly, “Are you okay?” He sniffled once more, a faint “no” could be heard.

“..May I come in?” the shower water turns off, and you hear Spencer mutter, “yes..”

You open the door to find your lover sitting on the edge of the tub, looking down at his lap. “What’s wrong baby?” you ask him, taking a seat down on the floor by his long legs. you lean your head on his thigh, smiling softly when he starts to touch your hair.

“Bad day at work.” he sighs.

“We’ve all had those.” you chuckle. his hands pull gently at the strands.

“..it’s just..it was overwhelming. one case after the other i don’t sleep. i think my mental stability just collapsed, i couldn’t proceed with work and came home.” the thoughts made you frown while Spencer shuddered. “i’m sorry for ignoring you.”

“Sweetheart ..it’s okay. How about this: i draw you a nice warm bath, and get the food heated up and then we can head on to bed hm? no boring late night shows, just us in bed.” You stand up and grab his hand, which he gladly accepted. You kept his hand as you turned on the tub water, looking underneath the bathroom sink for his little aftercare basket you had.

“..Baby?” Spencer’s voice filled your ears. You look back at the red figure and raise a brow, “Yes sweetheart?”

“Tonight can we..”

And so it started, Spencer on his back while you fingered his already gaping hole. You watched intensely at the way he tried his best to stay still. Helplessly stroking his little cock, you prod your fingers at his prostate, pressing against it gently.

“feels s’ good..” he moaned, back arching just the slightest. “that’s good baby,” you cooed, biting your lip as you sped up, “i want you to feel good.”

“i wanna- i wanna cum..” Spencer’s bottom starts to twitch, that pool building in his stomach for the third time tonight, “..please sir” he begged, shutting his eyes tightly. your fingers brushed against his prostate once more and he shudders. he felt like jelly against your body. You were so hard.. but this was about making Spencer feel his absolute best.

“fuck fuck fuck-“ he choked out a groan, body twitching even harder, still, you gripped his little cock in your hand and jerked his off faster, thumb shielding his tip. “s..sir please..” he whimpered, rutting against your hand.

“be still baby. you’re doing very good for me, so good” you loom over him and smile softly, leaning down to kiss his nose. Spencer began to spew nonsense as his whole body shook, tears leaking from his eyes once more. “c..can’t hold it” he breathes deeply.

you let up, hands and all. you sit back and watch his cock shoot it’s strings. all over Spencer’s tummy. “sir…s-“ he cried out, thrusting into the air as he kept cumming. you enjoyed milking Spencer, you knew he loved it as well.

Once he calmed down, his body stilled, and you watched it relax.

“Spence…? Baby?” you murmur, grabbing a wash rag to clean his body with. You made sure to grab the aftercare basket with you from the bathroom.

“mm..” he breathed shakily. as you clean his body you notice he’s staring up at the ceiling, eyes clouded and hazy.

“Sweetheart- focus on my voice okay?”

“..mhm” he moans. you touch his body gently. washing him off and kissing each little spot. “come back to me hm? you have food to eat i know you’re hungry.” chuckling softly you kiss his forehead.

“I love you sweetheart.” you say once more

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Moon Song / part five: the day after tomorrow

Summary: Y/N is surprised by a letter from someone on Christmas Eve. The letter changes everything.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (AFAB) Reader

Word Count: 2138

Warnings: ANGST, ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING, lots of emotions, confession of feelings, Hotch is apologetic

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Author's Note: Thank you all for reading! I have one more part after this and am very excited for you guys to read it!

This work is meant for readers aged 18 and over. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

-Christmas Eve-

   It comes faster than I thought it would, and soon enough I’m dressed in borrowed clothes from Oak; a pretty red dress that falls to my knees. All three of us are going to church tonight, and we make the short walk to the gray building, Aaron greets us as we walk in and then take our seats. The service is beautiful, all about the gift of peace and forgiveness, and I feel content. The service is only an hour long, somber yet full of hope. We hold candles and sing Silent Night, and I can’t help but cry a little bit. The choir at the front is ethereal, their voices ringing out above us. They leave the lights low as the service ends and people make their way homes with their families.

   “Can I just sit here for a second? I’ll be home when I’m done.” I say to Oak and Bobby.

   “Of course, Y/N. Take your time.” They leave me, and the chapel quickly empties out. I hear the mirth in people’s voices as they’re getting their coats, hugging each other, and wishing each other ‘Merry Christmas’. I think about all my prayers, ones that I believed to fall on deaf ears. Tell me how does God choose, whose prayers does he refuse?

         “This seat taken?” I hear from behind me and turn around.

         “Spencer?” I say, surprised. “Uh, no. What are you doing here?”

         “I didn’t want you to be alone on Christmas.”

         “Spence, I’m with my sister, I’m not alone,” I say, picking at a loose thread in my dress.

         “You know what I mean.” He says, taking a seat in the pew beside me. After a couple of minutes he says, “It’s beautiful in here.”

         “I know. I’ve been coming here a lot.”

         “That’s what your sister said.” I shoot him a confused look. “I ran into her on the way in here.” I nod. “How are you feeling?”

         “Good, actually. Despite everything I’m doing okay.” I smile at him, and he smiles back.

         “I’m happy to hear that. I have something for you. He didn’t want to send it in the mail.”

         I blink in surprise. He knows they sent me a letter. Spencer pulls an envelope out of his back pocket. It’s a little wrinkled, but I would recognize that handwriting anywhere.

         “I’ll be in the entryway when you’re done,” he says, handing me the envelope and getting up to go.

         “Spencer.” He pauses, looking back at me. “Thank you.”

         I open the letter carefully with shaky hands. There’s two pieces of paper inside, and I read the top one.

         Y/N,

         You are my home. I miss you. It took losing you to make me realize that. I close my eyes every night and I dream that I can hold you. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, about the blood that’s been spilled but I know one thing for sure – I love you. To the ends of this earth, I will love you. Every time I look at you, it takes everything in me to not fall on my knees at your beauty. I know I don’t deserve you and I’m sorry for everything. Come home when you’re ready, I’ll be waiting for you.

         Love,

         Aaron

         I look at the second piece of paper and gasp. It’s a copy of a divorce page. Signed by him and Haley. It’s dated a week ago. I close my eyes and hold the papers to my chest. My breath is raspy in my lungs, and I don’t know if I’m going to scream or cry.

         He did it. He did it for me. He loves me. And I love him.

         I read the letter again. Then a third time, and then the tears do fall. I’m careful to not get them on the letter. I get up, quickly, and make my way into the entryway. I see Spencer talking to Aaron, and Aaron looks at me.

         “Let me guess, your old boy finally came around, didn’t he?” I nod, laughing through my tears, and wave the letter.

         “Yeah. He did.” I smile at Spencer, and we excuse ourselves, walking into the cold air. We don’t say anything on the way back to my sister’s house, he just holds my hand, squeezing it occasionally. I let us into the house and Bobby and Oak are waiting in the kitchen, I can tell they’re expecting something.

         “Spencer, good to see you again,” Oak says, smiling.

         “Thanks for looking after Y/N for us.” He says, smiling back at her.

         “Well? What does the letter say?” Oak says, seeming as though she can’t take it any longer. I chuckle and say,

         “It says everything. He divorced her.” Oak gasps, hands coming up to cover her mouth and I see tears in the corner of her eyes.

         “Oh, Y/N. I told you it would work out, didn’t I?”

         “Which is why I need a plane ticket. For tomorrow.”

         “Y/N, it’s Christmas, and the flights are outrageously expensive.”

         “I don’t care. I need to go home.” I need to go home to him.

         “Well, you’re kind of in luck, Y/N,” Spencer says, scratching at his face awkwardly when we all turned to look at him. “I kind of figured what was in that letter, and I may have two tickets on a flight back to Virginia three days from now. I know it’s not as soon as you’d like, but all the other flights were full.”

         “Oh, Spencer! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I shout, grabbing him in a hug and squeezing him tight. He chuckles, patting me on the shoulder. Oak thanks Spencer, and she actually does cry this time. I drag Spencer to the guest bedroom to grill him about the team and what’s happened since I’ve been gone. He obliges me and we talk late into the night until we both fall asleep on top of the tan comforter on the guest bed. I awake to Spencer’s alarm in the morning, a little disoriented. “Merry Christmas, Spencer,” I say, voice scratchy from sleep.

         “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

         We had already opened presents on Christmas Eve, so we just had a nice big breakfast on Christmas day. When breakfast is over, I go back to my room to power on my phone. I can hear Reid telling Bobby and Oak about some of the cases he’s been on – they’re hanging onto his every word, and I smile. My phone finally powers on, and there’s only been one text message. I open it.

         Hotch: I’m sorry.

         The date is the same day he was shot. I sit there for a while, deciding what I want to say. Finally, I type:

         Y/N: I got your letter, and my plane will touch down on the day after tomorrow.

         Succinct, and to the point without giving too much away. I hit send and put my phone away but leave it on. I’m antsy the next two days, I show Spencer around my hometown to pass time, and he lets me. I show him my old high school, my parent’s old house before they sold it and moved to Washington, the small diner where I had my first date. He lets me ramble, understanding more than anyone that if I don’t word vomit, I’ll combust from the anticipation of going home.

         The day of the flight, we wake up at 6:00 AM, Spencer having crashed with me in the guest room while he was staying here. We packed our bags the night before, and I get dressed in the en suite bathroom, pulling on a soft blue sweater and jeans. Bobby and Oak drive us to the airport and my sister hugs me tight before we go through security.

         “Thanks for everything, sis,” I whisper into her hair.

         “Of course, Y/N. Next time you visit, bring Aaron with you.” She says, and I hear the smile in her voice. We say our goodbyes and get through the airport to get to our terminal. It’s a short flight to Virginia, a mere hour and a half, and my stomach is in knots the closer we get to home. I feel a hand on my knee as the pilot announces we’re making our descent.

         “You’re shaking your knee,” Spencer says quietly.

         “Yes, because I’m nervous,” I whisper.

         “Don’t be nervous, just think of it as a reuniting of star-crossed lovers.”

         “Spencer that doesn’t help!” I exclaim putting my face in my hands.

         “Hey, hey, I’m just messing with you. It will go fine, I promise.” The plane lands without issue and we retrieve Spencer’s car before making our way back to Quantico.

         “I feel like I’m going to throw up,” I say as we pull into a parking spot at our building.

         “Well do it before we go inside.” He says cheekily. I glare at him, and he holds up his hands in mock defeat. My hands are shaking as I open the car door, and we silently make our way into the office. It’s getting close to closing time, and some people have already left. JJ sees us walking in and shrieks, grabbing me in a tight hug.

         “I can’t believe it! You’re back! I’ve missed you so much!”

         “I’ve missed you too, JJ!” I say, chuckling and hugging her back.

         “Y/N has some unfinished business to attend to, JJ,” Spencer says, winking at her.

         “Oh my god, right, of course. Go get your man!” She shouts and I giggle, making my way into the bullpen and up the stairs to Hotch’s office. My heart is in my throat when I rap the door frame with my knuckles and say with a shaky voice,

         “Are you busy right now, sir?” He freezes when he hears my voice, and very slowly puts down his pen. I watch him take a few seconds to collect himself before he looks at me, eyes lined in silver and saying,

         “I’m not, come in, Y/N.” I take a few steps into the office and shut the door behind me. He comes out from behind the desk and gets on both knees in front of me, looking up at me. He doesn’t say anything.

         “Why are you just staring at me?” I whisper thickly.

         “You’re beautiful.” He murmurs, and I close my eyes.

         “I’ve been saving all my pain,” I say quietly.

         “I’m here. You can let it out. Scream, cry, beat me to a bloody pulp, I don’t care. All I care about is that you’re here. I deserve anything you want to do to me.” I open my eyes and he’s openly crying, not touching me, just waiting for what I’m going to do. I take a deep breath, and my decision is made. I step forward making the decision I knew I would always make and hold out my hand.

         “Get up.” My voice is quiet but strong. “We’re going to fix this together. We’re going to do this right. We’re going to go to therapy. We’re going to talk about our feelings. And we’re definitely not going to step in front of a bullet for each other.” I glare at him and a smile fights its way onto his devastated face.

         “I can’t make any promises on that last one.”

         “Yeah, I figured.” He takes my hand but he’s still on his knees. “Come on, let’s do this,” I say, lightly tugging on his hand. He gets up slowly as if he doesn’t want to startle me or like he doesn’t believe what’s happening. When he’s standing, I say, “Even when I hated you, I loved you. I could never stop loving you.” My voice cracks.

         “I know, I’m sorry.” He squeezes my hand and that breaks the dam inside of me. I close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around his torso and burying my face in his shirt, breathing him in. Now it’s my turn to cry. It’s ugly, heaving, wracking sobs. My chest shakes with the force of them, and his chest is shaking too. I calm down after a few minutes, pulling away only a little bit as he won’t let me too far now that he has me. I let out a wet laugh.

         “I left a huge wet spot on your shirt.” He sniffles and says,

         “Well, I think I gave you an impromptu shower with my tears, so we can call it even.” He smiles down at me, just looking his fill before he asks, “Can I kiss you?” I nod, not trusting myself to speak. He leans down and kisses me softly and it feels like the promise of something new. Something different, full of hope, without pain, just light and love.

         And only lucky ones come home,

         On the day after tomorrow.

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My CM DR as incorrect quotes

Me: When I die, I want my biological parents to lower me into my grave so they can let me down one last time.

Emily: Come on, you need to go to bed. Penelope: Mr. Snuffles says that I can stay up as long as I want and that you need to die! Emily: … Emily: What the hell, Mr. Snuffles—?!

Supervillain unsub: You’re too late! You'll never stop me now! Dave: That’s where you’re wrong, evildoer! We WILL stop you, with the powers of: Penelope: Friendship- Jennifer: Harmony- Me: Incredible violence- Alex: And love!

More beyond the cut <3!

Jennifer: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations; where did you get the fake skeletons? Me: Fake?

Penelope: Last night, I had a dream about sandwich pizza. Aaron: What? Penelope: It was pizza with bread on the top and the bottom. Me: So, a calzone? Penelope: You can’t just name things I dream up; they're MY dreams!

Luke: This date is boring! Me: This isn't a date; I said I was going to the store. Luke: Then, why did you invite me? Me: I didn't; I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "Fuck you, bird boy, I'll do whatever I want!

Emily: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm going to ace this reinstatement test! Derek: Ok, I'll give you one more question before you go. What began after 1971? Emily: 1972. Derek:...You're ready.

Alex, at the foot of Aaron’s hospital bed: The results are in; I’m afraid you have updog… Aaron: What’s updog? Alex: Matt, get in here; I told you I could do it!

Tara: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff. Me: Oh, that was all real. Tara: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?! Me: If I’m going to be sacrificed, it’s going to be done right.

Aaron: You made enough pasta that you could take it to lunch tomorrow. Put it in a container. Dave: Shovel the pasta into your face. Do it. Put it in your face. The future is meaningless, but the pasta is now.

Alex: HELP! I TOLD CORVID I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT, BUT I CAN'T COOK! Emily, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And, you thought I could help?

Spencer: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one. Derek: Uh, it’s nice to see your smile when you win! *Later* Spencer: He's just staring at my ass, isn't he? Kate, shrugging: We all do that.

Me, about Strauss: I don’t know how she has her foot in her mouth, her head up her ass, and her nose in my business, but here we are, that fucking witch.

Derek: That’s the longest worm I’ve ever seen. Tara: Ooh, so close; that's a snake.

Jennifer: What are you two going as for Halloween? Spencer: A skeleton. Emily: A clown. Me: So, I’m guessing we don’t need to get either of you a costume then?

Tara: If you bite it and you die, it's poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it's venomous. Derek: What if it bites me and it dies?! Aaron: Then you're poisonous. Goodness, Morgan, learn to listen. Luke: What if it bites itself and I die? Spencer: That's voodoo. Matt: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Kate: That's correlation, not causation. Penelope: What if we bite each other and neither of us die? Me: That's kinky. Dave: *Long, drawn out sigh*

Me, singing to the tune of I Kissed a Girl: I killed a guy, and I liked it- Kate, whispering: Should we call the unit therapist? Aaron, also singing: The taste of his cherry chapstick~ Matt, appalled: Immediately.

Derek: I couldn't do this without you, baby girl. Penelope: Sure, you could, just with less style.

Alex: A pessimist sees a dark tunnel. Kate: An optimist sees light at the end of the tunnel. Spencer: A realist sees a freight train. Me: The train driver sees three idiots standing on the tracks.

Jennifer, knocking on the door: Spence, open up! Spencer: It all started when I was a kid. Jennifer: That’s not what I- Dave: Let him finish!

Kate: There’s no “I” in team, but there is one in pizza. Dave: So, you’re not going to share? Kate: I’m not going to share.

Me: I haven't seen Luke and Spencer for fifteen minutes now. *Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Luke and Spencer running after it in panic. I don't look outside at all.* Me: I hope they're doing something productive.

Luke: Question: When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment...at all? Linda Barnes: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.

Jennifer: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities. Kate, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win, you should have tried not being poor.

Emily, to Alex: Oh, hi, I didn't see you there. Welcome to my humble abode. Dave: But this is MY house. Emily: ... Emily, smiling: I'm so happy to have you, guest!

Spencer: I think it’s time I get my life in order. Me, narrating: He did not get his life in order. In fact, he got drunk last night, fought a raccoon, and lost.

Derek: I'm gonna nickname my child "Lil Bitch". Dave: Junior?

Kate: Bonjour, voulez–vous coucher avec moi? Me: No, I don't want to sleep with you. Kate: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.

Me, to Emily: You’re starting to forget your Spanish—you don’t practice! Emily: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada Me: You just told me you’re pregnant? Spencer: Congratulations, Em, you’re glowing!

Emily: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly? Jennifer: Not again! Emily: No, seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land; there should be no exceptions. Me: Just wait until you hear about whales. Emily: What now?

Jennifer: What's with the new hat? Derek: Oh, this? It's nothing. Penelope: It's the loudest nothing I’ve ever seen. Dave: Morgan, you just can't mosey in here with a brand new hat and act like you're not wearing a brand new hat. Derek: Look, I'm trying something new, okay? Just take it easy. Alex: He's right, guys. Come on, let's not go down this path. It's ugly... Kinda like that hat. Derek: I got this from a nice store! Aaron: What store? The one before you exit the Al Capone Museum? Emily, entering the room: What's up, Derek? Did you just finish Bling Ring-ing Bruno Mars' closet? Derek: I'm being brave, okay? You may want to take a long, hard look in the mirror, sheeple. Emily: Better us than you. You look like a park ranger from a cartoon. Derek: Corvid, do you think the hat looks bad? Me: It's different, like something you would wear in Indiana... Jones and the Temple of Bad Hats.

Me: I have so much energy, I want to run a marathon or commit a crime... which should I do? Kate: Please don’t get arrested. Me: No promises! <3 Matt: Why not both? Get creative! Me: Wonderful suggestion, thank you. Kate: Please don’t encourage him, Matt.

Matt, jealous: You can’t find a roommate! Me: Why not? Matt: Well, um, how are you going to feel when they see you without any makeup? Me: I never wear makeup, if not for a case? Matt: Fuck, you’re beautiful.

End note: Well, this was long, wasn't it? Sorry, I don't know what came over me, lol. Anyway, all quotes, though many were modified, originally hail from this link!

Divider credits: @/i-mmaculatus and @/v6quE

Taglist: @amiivrse @the-badass-penguin @colettecrybaby (I hope you don't mind being added, but you seem to really like my CM DR related posts and I'm just a little guy, so...)

[stolasbuckzo]

POV: If Blitz went to Asmodeus and asked for his help with wooing the prince

So You Wanna Marry Daisy Stolas - Spence Hood

Asmodeus [to Blitz]:

So you wanna marry Daisy (Stolas)

Yeah, well, good luck with that

You got about as much of a chance

Of licking the brim of my hat (crest)

'Cause (s)he's a purebred, her (his) forehead's

Worth about as much as your car

So let's just say your little bouquet

Won't get you very far

But slow down there slick

See my sleeves are full of tricks

You just say the word and I'll have you birds

Kissing at the Ritz

And my price? It's nothing, it's cookie crumbs

More of a steal if you ask me

In terms of conditions, my friend

I've only got three

Rule one, congratulations, son

You've been promoted to priiiiiiiivate eyyyyyye

I want a page a week on every word (s)he speaks

And brother, don't ask why

Rule two, you see that window

Right above mademoiselle's boudoir?

Won't you be a doll and unlock it?

I gotta make a quick withdrawal and a small deposit

And last but not least

Listen up close kid, this one's for your own good

If that girl guy ever twirls her little brunette curls grey feathers

And leans in close to say

"Meet me under the Magnolia tonight

If you wanna get a little crazy"

Well, you turn and run for the hills, straight and fast

Because crazy's Daisy's Stolas’s way of saying

You'll end up laying on the wrong side of the grass

So you wanna marry Daisy (Stolas)

Well, that death wish don't come free

But a wicked dream needs a wicked schemer

So thank heavens you met me

(S)he's got a two-ply, cream pie, uni degree

In stealing from suckers like you, stealing

(S)he's got a two-ply, cream pie, hard knocks degree

In feasting on suckers, on suuuuuckers liiiiike youuu

[staplernpaper]

Fic Library/Rec (Spencer x Reader)

Yesterday, I was trying to find a certain fic, so I scrolled through my likes and reblogs. Now I f-ing understand why reblogging is important. Anyways, I thought I might as well compile them in now post. Now, I may have placed some fics under the wrong category as I haven't read some of these some quite some time. Furthermore, the categorization may not make sense to you but it does to me, so you have been warned.

All summaries below are the ones written by their respective author

Spencer being an Uncle

Save The Princess @wtsmyfixation

Summary: When Spencer and Reader fight over who gets to babysit Henry the last thing they expect is what will happen when they BOTH do.

babysitter @stxrrywildflower

Summary: the moment spencer realizes he’s wants to start a family with you

The Best Pair @reidingmelodies

Dad spencer

BABY DELIVERY DAY! - SPENCER @jpegjade

Every Way That Counts @dontshootmespence

A/N: A request from @thatbisexualhufflepuff for a Spencer x Reader where the reader also works for the BAU and is expecting a baby with her boyfriend, who doesn’t work for the team. He ups and leaves after realizing he’s a douchebag and Spencer helps her through everything, changing their relationship in the process.

Braids and Books @ofstarsandvibranium

Summary: Spencer decides to spend his day off with you and your daughter.

Dreams and Chess Pieces @mxchellesworld

Synopsis; In which baby fever is clouding Spencer’s mind and taken over his dreams

Family Support @unlikelyempathpruneauthor

A/N: Okay so you know how in season 7 episode 11 Reid was at the convention talking and like no one was really interacting with him there beside that one dude. I felt really bad cus he looked really sad that prentiss and that other lady were getting attention….sooooooo what if like reader surprised him by bringing along their kids. sorry this might be bad lol, no one really requested it I just thought of it. so enjoy!

ethan(spencer reid/fem!reader) @reidgraygubler

Summary: reader has some really important news to share with spencer, but he’s away on a case. that is until really important news is shared with her.

Baby 101 Milestones @bellatriestowritesometimes

A Little Early - Part 1 @reid-fiction

BLESSING IN DISGUISE [SPENCER REID X READER] @eideticsreid

baby’s favorite @wheelsup

Puzzle @uncpanda

Prompt: Hi! Can I request a Spencer Reid x Reader fic where they are living together and while Spence is away on a case, the reader finds out she’s pregnant? So she gets him like a lil onsie that says “My Daddy is a Genius” or something like that to give Spencer to tell him he’s gonna be a dad? And he gets back, she tells him, and just lots and lots of fluff??

Physics Magic (dad!spencer)

summary: reader gets caught in the cross fire of yet another physics magic lesson

Reader & Spencer gets into an argument/Break up/ Close to breaking up/ This made me cry

Actions Speak Louder @potter-swan

Summary: Spencer becomes addicted to Dilaudid, and Y/N does what she can to help him - even if it takes him longer to realize how good she’s been to him.

Not Enough @twodirtymindedgirls

Requested: no, just my imagination and I ;).  spencer feels insecure with himself, so he decides to break up with the reader because he thinks she’s to much for him. (astonish final;) )

THIS IS ME TRYING | Spencer Reid @fczco

This is based on the song “this is me trying” by Taylor Swift. Sorry for any mistakes that you could find, english is not my first language :)

Amnesia @hotchsbabygirl

casual sabotage @hercleverboy

spencer and the reader are falling apart. is their love enough to pull them back together?

the family dinner @reidrco

Breaking Vows @alisonsfics

Request: Y/N and Spencer are married, but jealousy, cheating, and pregnancy keep trying to keep them apart. A very angst request. I just want to clarify that neither I nor the person who requested this hate JJ, it’s purely for plot.

Just Tonight @scootz-writ

Don’t Let Me Go @spencexreidimagine

Request; Can you write an imagine where Spencer and the reader get in a fight before a case and the whole time Spencer is being passive aggressive with her until she ends up seriously hurt and he thinks she’s going to die before they got to make up? I LOOOOVE YOUR WRITING BTW ❤❤❤❤❤

They were Exes then got back together

Things Past @imaginingcriminalminds

Prompt: based on this imagine/drabble request: Could you possibly do a one shot of Reid/reader where they used to date (the team never knew about the two of you) and you had a bad breakup.   Then a couple of years later the reader is called in to consult on a case the BAU has and it’s clear Reid still has feelings for her.

They have a crush on each other/ Pre-lovers/Confession

Spencer Reid x Reader | Canned Intentions @lgbtbau

(Summary: After what is possibly the most disastrous meet-cute in history, Spencer learns that possessing the typical tenements of masculinity is not the only way to attract a mate, 5.3k+ words, no warnings other than swearing and that this story does not accurately reflect how DC traffic works)

aphrodite and her son cupid (spencer reid x f.reader) @vanillann

No Funny Business @imaginingcriminalminds

Prompt/Summary: Filling anonymous drabble request to ICM about sharing a hotel room with Reid and Morgan.

Raging Sapiosexual (Spencer Reid) @perverted-guardian-angel

Summary: Reader goes on a rant about how beautiful Spencer Reid is and he may or may not hears it 😉

Overwhelming @brywrites

Requested: Spencer Reid x Reader, where Reid is on the Autism spectrum. It’s painfully obvious how much he likes her, but when she asks him out, he begins to panic.

blurb

Expectations vs. Reality @idmakeitbehave

Summary: Spencer’s finally going to tell you how he feels. He really, really is. He just… he needs it to be perfect.

Notice @highkeygolden

Summary; after a taxing case, Y/N questions her personality and Spencer looks back to when reader was still in training, then confessing to Derek Morgan his true feelings for Y/N.

I Think He Knows @alltooreid

Y/N has a huge crush on Spencer Reid, so huge she embarrasses herself every time she tries to talk to him. She is convinced he is aware to all her pathetic attempts at flirting and just chooses to ignore it, but turns out Spencer may be a little more clueless than she thought.

Fact Check @gubler-me-up

Request: I love all Reid don’t get me wrong but there’s just something about early seasons awkward soft and shy Reid that’s just too perfect! I love the idea of the reader always asking later on in the day if he could finish the fact ramble someone cut him off on as they were finding it interesting and him just beaming. Or him being self conscious about being lanky or smth and reader confesses how attracted they are to him and he just smiles so big and confesses right back

the struggle bus @halloweenhoneylover

summary: spencer is the kindest human alive, which makes things tough for the reader :/ (spencer reid x fem!reader)

Spencer Reid x Reader | Cool Anymore @love-war-death-reid

(Summary: Spencer worries that his maybe flirtationship with the Reader is in danger because of his perceived social inadequacies, 4k+ word count, probably a Teen rating for vaguely sexual content, enjoy <3)

Spencer gets flustered

Tease •Spencer Reid x Reader• @vodkaxtonic

Summary: There is just something real funny about making Spencer flustered with teasing comments and Y/N takes full advantage of it. However, it backfires like a bitch.

Are You Trying To Kill Pretty Boy? @cm-fandom-imagines

Lip-Reiding @b-o-s-t-o-n

Prompt: ima sucker for the team teasing reid& him embarrassed blushing its everything so anythn with them teasing reid is rad but a imagineidea is like he and the reader has a wildnight and he comes in late to work with hickeyseverywhere &sex hair &the team immediately catch on and basically tease him SO hard for weeks even going as far to like imitate him in bed and rossi hotch n morgan make so much fun especially & jj, emily and garcia are giggling like crazy and spence is a blushing schoolboy MESS💖

Imagine falling asleep on Spencer’s lap, which gives him a boner. @imaginingcriminalminds

Reader meets Diana

Baby Pictures @spencessmile

Summary - You and Diana look through Spencer’s baby pictures.

Case fic (usually the ones that involve reader going back home)

Composed of the Elements @a-simple-gaywitch

Summary:  When a case takes the team to (Y/N)’s home town, her best friend Spencer helps her leave all the baggage behind.

Echo @reidsmemory

Summary: Y/N is abducted while working a case and the team has to find her before it’s too late.

Where it all started @lils-writes-stuff

Summary: while on a case, a little to close to home, reader and Spencer discover some feeling that they’ve developed for each other over time.

Here To Help - Spencer Reid @spnislife-com

Summary: A case hit home for one of the BAU team but none of the others know why or how to help

PIECE OF ADVICE @multi-fandoms-unite

Summary: While on a case, Spencer wants some advice on how to ask Reader out

Reader and derek gets injured during a case

hypothermia @stxrrywildflower

summary - you and derek go to extreme lengths to save a victim

This one made me laugh, BAU shenanigan

Here, Have A Chocolate @madswonders

A/N: Wanted to write a blurb about that scene in Community where the girls find out that Abed has been charting their menstrual cycles except with Spencer and the BAU women.

private display of affection @poguesofthebau

summary: garcia wants to see pda, because she’s garcia, and she loves love. you and spencer, however, don’t tend to give her much pda to admire. so the rest of the team sets out to catch you two acting as in love as they know you are.

Baby Fever (Spencer Reid x Reader) @recollins

Request: Do u mind doing a fic where people from the teamc sees Spencer shopping for baby items (clothes, toys, etc) during different days and one time sees him shopping with his secret gf that they didnt know about and immediately jump to conclusions thinking they’re having a baby but in reality the reader’s sister is the one thats pregnant hahaha thanks and i love your stories!

Jumping to Conclusions @dontshootmespence

A/N: a Spencer x Reader where they are having some fun and totally ignore that the BAU is calling him in for a case, so Hotch sends someone (I picked Morgan and JJ) to go see if something is wrong with him and are surprised to find out he’s got a girlfriend

Birthday Bewilderment • Spencer Reid @living-in-a-constant-daydream

request: Yello! Can I I request a spencer fic where they go to throw y/n a surprise party bc shes been feeling really down after cases and when she walks in she accidently punches Derek bc she got scared of them yelling surprise

Domestic Stuff/ Fic that make my heart go Doki Doki

Our own little island @lucywritesreid

Summary: Spencer and Y/N Have been living in their own private bubble during lockdown. YN has discovered a game and initially Spencer shows no interest…

Culinary Chaos @peachpitfics

Summary: Spencer meets your Parents and invites them for dinner at his apartment, knowing full well he can’t cook. Even with your help, he still manages to ruin dinner. Luckily, Dad’s got him covered.

Kitchen Catastrophes @fandom-monium.tumblr

Summary: In which Spencer isn’t the greatest cook, and you’re really good with knives? “How do you mess up pasta?”

botanical heaven @reidsnose

overview: reader gifts spencer a desk plant that he simply cannot keep alive

49% @samuel-de-champagne-problems

Summary: If there’s one thing that Spencer hates more than rejection, it’s spontaneity. But sometimes the things (and people) we love outweigh the things that we hate.  AKA a series of events leading up to a weekend wedding between the BAU’s finest Dr. Spencer Reid and his partner in crime, Y/N.

Spencer proposes

A Little Convincing @parkerslatte

Summary: Derek tries to convince Spencer to propose to Y/N but Spencer isn’t sure she wants to get married.

NOT IN THE SILVERWARE DRAWER @leossmoonn

summary - while spencer cooks for you, you find a little black box that he has been hiding in your silverware drawer

spoiled engagements || spencer reid

summary: Penelope spoils a secrets causing Spencer to make proposing a game

Secret dating

The Most Important People @imaginingcriminalminds

Prompt/Summary: Based off this imagine (http://imaginingcriminalminds.tumblr.com/post/146315270115/imaginingcriminalminds-please-do-not-reblog-to). Imagine being a part of the BAU, secretly dating Reid, when you discover that you’re Rossi’s daughter.

Nervous @the-bau-quinjet

Summary: Reader is arrested by the BAU! Little do they know, she is dating the one agent who is currently on medical leave…

Spencer’s Not So Little Secret @spencerreidslove

A/N Lots of fuffy goodness where the team shows up at Spencer’s apartment and find out he has a girlfriend

Spencer’s Not-So-Little Secret @dontshootmespence

A/N: A request for a Spencer x Reader where it’s his birthday and the team goes to his apartment to figure out what books he doesn’t have (for gift giving purposes); while there they stumble on the reader sleeping in Spencer’s bed. Eventually, all of them meet up at the party, but Spencer and the reader are unaware that the team already knows about her.

Taking care of each other

A Sleeping Beauty - Pt. 1 @imaginingcriminalminds

Prompt/Summary: there wasn’t actually a prompt, people were requesting fluff so I thought I’d try to provide – Spencer has to get his tonsils removed and you’re there to take care of him.

A Little Goes a Long Way (Part 1) @maruwrites

you like me (spencer reid x reader) @newyorkpenny

summary: you unfortunately run out of tampons and theres only one person who can bring you some

One of a kind

Yours, Mine, and Ours @reidscanehand

THE SINS OF A FATHER @loreenswriting

Summary: At your father’s funeral, The team is met with the life you left behind. And you are met with the man who would change your life for the better.

BAIT & SWITCH

Plot: Reader reveals that they’re going to buy a Nintendo Switch so Spencer invites them to go together with him. In the process, some feelings reveal themselves.

MARRY ME? — SPENCER REID | CH.1

My Date with the President’s Daughter @writing-in-april

Summary: Spencer has a date with the President’s daughter, who he’s been dating for a while in partial secret. He hasn’t seen her in person for a while so he’s had to settle for another form of communication.

gun safety training {s.r.} @darkpeterparker

summary: after being shot in front of your house, you are left to deal with the aftermath.

BTW this ^^ was the fic that a spent hours trying to look for

multi-series (got three or more parts)

all bets are off (spencer x reader) @twink-appreciation-posts

An agent of the BAU is exactly the unsub’s type. Pretty convenient, right? Well, turns out she’s exactly Dr. Spencer Reid’s type as well. All it took for him to admit it was a bit of… performative seduction.

Five Minutes @mollygetssherlockcoffee

out of the old masterlist @stxrrywildflower

you consider leaving the bau, spencer and the team do everything to convince you to stay

Best Years Master list (season 1) @lils-writes-stuff

Like Real People Do Masterlist @write-orflight

Summary: Reader is starting the job she’s been planning towards her entire life, becoming a profiler for the BAU. But what she didn’t plan on was falling head over heels in love with her genius co-worker or her terrible secret coming to light.

With Heaven Above You @lucywritesreid

Summary: A particular case has got the BAU stumped. They’re all working overtime to try and catch the killer. But something happens along the way, and y/n is the only one who can solve the case in time…

You Gotta Be Kidding Me (Rewrite): MASTERLIST! & “You Gotta Be Kidding Me” Complete Masterlist @give-me-a-moose

Y/N York was once Y/N Winchester. She decided to leave the hunting world and has lived a rather happy life. Getting her PhD, getting her dream job, and starting a relationship with Dr. Spencer Reid, who is an FBI agent. However, when Spencer’s coworkers look into her past, maybe it’s time for her to tell Spencer about the supernatural. Will the man of science and logic be able to believe her?

MGG

unconventional presents @dr-spencer-reids-queen

Summary: Matthew has been saving the screw he had in his knee for a very special girl, and he thinks he’s found the one.library

[slowburningechoes]

fluffy request for reader braiding beginning of season 5 spencer's hair.

this is the cutest thing i've ever imagined in my life word count: 1k

bookish braids

There was nothing that brought you more peace than spending your nights curled up on the couch beside of the love of your life. Every day you would trade off reading a bit from a book of your choice and tonight was Spencer's turn. He had selected a short story from Ray Bradbury, one of his favorite authors - second only to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Tonight, he had chosen I Sing The Body Electric!.

Spencer was laid long ways across the leather couch with his head resting in your lap, his flowing curls flowing across your thighs. The words flowed from his mouth with ease just like everything he said, but in a way so contrasting than his intellectual tangents or verbatim recitations. When Spencer reads from a book he loves to the person he loves most in the world, his voice becomes a peaceful and flowing monologue that always manages to make you fall even more in love with him.

As he rested there, eyes scanning line by line, you found yourself admiring the small details of him. The small freckle edged beside the angle of his jaw, the way his lips pursed together as he spoke, his lengthy fingers dancing down the page, and of course, his luscious chocolate-colored waves glistening in the dim candlelight. You began to comb your fingers through his soft hair as he continued to read to you.

"What is love? Perhaps we may find that love is the ability of someone to give us back to us," Spencer quoted. "Maybe love is someone seeing and remembering, handing us back to ourselves just a trifle better than we had dared to hope or dream..."

You felt your heart skip a beat when he spoke those words. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss upon his forehead, speaking before he can continue the next line. "I love you so much, Spence."

"I love you, too, angel," he reached his hand up to cup the side of your face, his thumb caressing your jawline. "Also, I like it when you play with my hair."

"Does it feel good?" you ask and he nods in return. "Do you mind if I braid it? I think it'll make your waves look even prettier."

"You think my hair is pretty like this?" Spencer teased, grinning bashfully.

"Yes," you respond, beginning to separate the right side of his hair into three different strands. "Every style looks good on you, but this one makes you look so cozy. It also makes your whole intellectual look more casual."

"I thought you liked my academic look!" he gasped sarcastically, placing a bookmark between the pages to keep his place.

"I do, but this makes me want to cuddle up with you all day. Now, sit in between my legs so I can get these braids even."

Spencer found his spot on the floor, his back propped up against the couch and nudged between your thighs. You began to thread the strands back and forth, working from his scalp down to the ends. The brown tint of his hair shined with natural streaks of gold that made the pattern of the braid stand out even more. As you reached the end of the first braid, you worked the elastic band off your wrist and twisted it around the bunch of hair at the end. You released it, the completed piece falling to just beyond the bottom of his neck, before moving on to the other half of his head.

"Ouch!" he whined, your fingers looping at the base of his scalp just a little too rough.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I'll be gentler," you reassure, kissing the part that caused him that sharp bit of pain.

As you weaved softly, his head slowly became heavier weight, Spencer becoming increasingly relaxed by your hands. You attempted to make the braids as even as possible, but the varying density of his curls made for slight variations in each side. The final look, however, was still the cutest you had ever seen Spencer.

"Turn around and face me, I want to make sure there aren't any bumps," you say, tapping on his shoulder.

He scooted around, still seated on the ground. Spencer looked so adorable. The hair that usually framed around his face was pulled back into nearly symmetrical twists. The end pieces were tied off by little black elastics and the non-braided hair creating two puffs that looked like a toddler's pigtails. His wide eyes looked up at you and his lips were curved up into a goofy half-smile. You leaned down and pressed your lips against his softly.

"How do they look?" Spencer asked, playing with one of the ends.

"You look absolutely precious," you coo, pinching his cheeks jokingly. "I think I'm going to braid your hair every night."

His cheeks flooded with a blush hue and he smiled shyly, "Maybe you could teach me how?"

As if he couldn't get any cuter. "Of course I can. You'll have to practice on me for a little while. It takes some time before you can braid your own hair."

"No," Spencer grinned. "All I need to learn is how to do yours, so I can relax you the way you did me - and I know you'd look so pretty with braids."

"Prettier than you?" you questioned with doubt. "Not possible."

He moved up to prop himself up on his knees, bringing both of his hands to either side of your face. "Absolutely possible. You are so gorgeous all of the time and you're mine. I love you."

"I love you, too. You see and remember me, making me a better person everyday," you whisper, kissing him softly.

"Mmm, so you were paying attention when I was reading? I thought you were too distracted staring at me," Spencer joked, poking you in the side.

"I was staring alright, but nothing can divert me from appreciating the masterful words of Mr. Bradbury."

He rolled his eyes before pulling you down to join him on the floor. "Whatever you say," Spencer sighed before bringing you in for a kiss that set the tone for the rest of the evening.

requests are open!

[btsqualityy]

If its still Drabble day, can I request the OT8 girls as teenagers hanging out and having fun.

The girls are all 16 in this!

"You have the most gorgeous skin Kins," Spencer smiled as she finished applying the face mask onto her best friend's face. "What's your skincare routine?"

"Knowing Kins, literally just soap and water," Ava huffed from her spot on Spencer's bed, stuffing her face with chocolates.

"That and good genes," Kinsley smirked, sticking her tongue out at Ava.

"And then there's me, with a whole 10 step routine and I still get pimples if someone so much as looks at me the wrong way," Spencer huffed.

"Same," Berkeley sighed as she worked on painting Ava's nails. "Could you stop eating for two seconds so that I can finish?"

"But they're so good," Ava whined.

"Fine but when your nails are fucked up, don't come whining to me."

"Alright, you have to let it sit for 10 minutes," Spencer said.

"Cool," Kinsley replied, immediately grabbing her phone to text Mason.

"Hey, I know you're not doing what I think you're doing!" Ava exclaimed, making Kinsley freeze as she turned around to look at her.

"No?"

"I know you're not texting Mason?" Berkeley deadpanned and Kinsley's lack of response answered the question. "Kins, we all had a deal. No boys tonight!"

"It's not as if he's here," Kinsley muttered. "And excuse me for having a caring boyfriend who actually wants to talk to me!"

"Or he wants some ass," Ava replied with a smirk.

"You told her?!" Kinsley exclaimed, looking at Berkeley.

"I told Spence," Berkeley huffed and when Kinsley looked at Spencer, she was smiling awkwardly.

"Sorry?" was all she could offer up.

"You better be lucky that I love you and planned on telling you guys anyways," Kinsley sighed.

"You better had," Ava replied, making Kinsley roll her eyes. Suddenly, 'Genie' by Girl's Generation came on Spencer's Bluetooth speaker and all four of the girls gasped loudly.

"I haven't heard this song in forever!" Berkeley smiled.

"Remember when we used to listen to this when we were little?" Kinsley smiled. "And we'd try to pretend that we were them."

"Let's do the choreography now!" Ava suggested as she hopped up from the bed and the rest of them got up as well. "I'm Taeyeon, obviously."

"Not so fucking obvious actually," Kinsley snickered.

"Let me see you hit those high notes then."

"You know she could if she wanted to," Berkeley pointed out.

"I'm starting the song over because ya'll are talking too much," Spencer giggled as she pressed the button to restart the song. "Let's go."

"Tell me your wish," Ava sung. "Tell me that small dream you have within you."

"Draw your ideal girl inside your head and then look at me," Spencer continued. "I'm your genie, your dream, your genie."

They continued to do the choreography messily until they got to the chorus where muscle memory took over and they did the moves flawlessly.

"That’s right, I love you, you can always believe in me. Dreams, passions, I want to givе them all to you," they harmonized, doing the iconic arm movements. "I want to make your wishes comе true. Your goddess of fortune."

Before long, the song ended and 'Miniskirt' by AOA was next and it would've been a crime for them not to dance to that as well. That's how they ended up spending the rest of the night, dancing and singing to their heart's content.

[fruitoftheweek]

Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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Plan

Summary: Criminal Minds; Derek morgan/ftm reader; Reader gets attacked by an unsub; and derek and their daughter wait for news

”Spence are you sure you don’t mind watching her?”

“Listen being the fun uncle who can teach her to murder someone is my dream; if you don’t let me babysit her I will force you two to go out on another date.”

“Jesus, fine sure; if we must.” You tease him as you pass over your daughter's overnight bag.

“She packed it herself.”

“And neither you or Derek changed anything about it?”

“Nope, we just packed everything she didn’t in a spare bag.” Derek grins and hands it to Spencer.

“You two have fun on your dinner date.”

“Mhm; we will; this one says he has something important to ask me after it.” Derek winks at Spencer and mimes putting on a ring.

“If only we could all be so lucky as to hear news over fancy pasta and drinks.”

“You make it sounds bad..” You laugh and Spencer smirks.

“I mean anything that stops you guys from being in work and needing me as the fun uncle; like tonight is clearly bad news.”

“Listen we have vacation time that we can use however we want.” Derek nods in affirmation as you depart to dinner.

”You sure you’re okay with the dinner.”

“Mhm, aren’t you the one who always talks about setting boundaries with work and everything.”

“Well yeah, but it’s a little hard when taking a vacation means someone else could be hurt.”

“You can say the same about doctors.”

“Okay but-” “And Pilots.. And-”

“Okay I get it I need to take time off and stop seeing criminals everywhere I go..” “It’s harder with our little girl isn't it?” You comment and Derek nods, you watch the way his shoulders tense and you’re unsure what he’s seen but you swear he’s moving in slow motion before you just feel an ache in your arms and then Derek’s launching himself across the table. You attempt to try to save the dinner you were only half finished with but the ache in your arm grows and with it your horror at the knife that’s still sticking out of it. Derek’s on the ground, unscathed but the unsub; the one you recognise from the profile everyone has been building.

“Well at least we caught him. Sorry about the dinner date but maybe we’ll get a few days off.” Derek is clearly focused on keeping the guy on the ground; he’s very much not aware of the knife. Until one of the waiter’s offers to help you take it out. You shake your head unsure exactly what, if any injury it’s caused.

“I’ve already called an ambulance.” Derek hushes any protest and insitis on riding with you in the back of the ambulance, despite you walking into it they still make you lie down on the stretcher.

You make a point to avoid talking about anything with the paramedics; they can’t do much anyways, just try to keep your arm or the knife from moving at all. Derek fusses and you don’t have to lie about the worry you feel for your daughter; but you do feel guilty about sending him out. You know the doctor is on his way and you’re hoping to snag them before Derek gets back. Your luck holds for that at least.

Derek is let back in after the knife has been removed and you’ve been stitched up. Your daughter is still with Spencer; Derek filling you in that she was still asleep and everyone thought that it was a better to tell her tomorrow.

“So does that sound good Y/N?”

“Mhm, it gives us brainstorming time as well.”

“Brainstorming?”

“Yeah; how are we going to tell her she’s going to be a big sister..”

“Is that why you were screaming?? They couldn’t give you pain meds cause you’re pregnant?” Derek scowls; clearly still not aware of what the actual words you’ve said. He trips a little as he sits down and you can see when he finally registers what you’ve said.

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a promise of forever

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: really just a big ball of fluff, a very brief mention of spencer's time in prison word count: 1.8k prompt: "i'm not very good with words..." summary: a rather unusual and a slightly delayed exchange of vows.

a/n: this is a my one shot submission for @ellesgreenaway 1k milestone celebration! india, a huge huge congratulations to you again 🎉 you're so incredibly talented and you deserve every single one of those follower, if not a million more! 🥳🧡 now, this is my first fic in a couple of weeks, and i think it's quite fitting that i wrote this instead of working on my own vows oops

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A faint shine coming from the side lamp hit against the gold band on your finger, the glimmer instantly catching your eye. The book you were reading, was now closed in your lap and your gaze travelled to the ring, a smile creeping up on your features.

The item, however simple and dainty, carried with it so much meaning. Not only was it a symbol of undying everlasting love, showcasing to the world you were married to the person of your dreams. It was also a constant reminder of what you and Spencer overcame to get here. How far the two of you have come.

To say the last year was tough would be an understatement.

Spencer wasn’t the same after his release from prison. Often distant and quite reserved. His true self hidden from the rest of the world, afraid of getting so deeply hurt again. You of course didn’t put any blame on him for acting differently or resent him for it. What he went through was challenging enough, and you loved him more with each day regardless because he was still Spencer. Your Spencer.

And he adored your patience and your understanding. He adored the kindness you showed him while he regained control over his life. Simply, he adored you and he counted his blessings every day he spent with you.

One faithfull Saturday morning, Spencer asked you to marry him.

Completely out of the blue, while you were tangled together in the cotton bedsheets with morning breath and ruffled hair. He said he didn’t want to wait any longer because if his time in prison taught him anything, it would be not to waste moments with the people you cared about the most.

You cried. Tears of happiness, pure unfiltered joy.

Later, the very same day, the two of you stopped by a jeweler to invest in simple yellow-gold wedding bands before heading hand in hand to the court house. No muss, no fuss. No guests, no flowers, no cake, no vows. Nothing but unconditional love and a large order of chocolate chip pancakes afterwards, to celebrate.

It was the perfect day and you wouldn’t do it any differently.

You didn’t need anything else, neither did he. The memory along with the wedding ring was a promise in itself. A lifetime together. A lifetime of happiness. However, as you watched the band glisten on your finger, you couldn’t help but wonder what else Spencer would have promised you in his vows if he ever got a chance to say them.

And that’s how the brunette doctor found you - lost too deep in thought, attention solely focused on your wedding ring.

You, of course, didn’t hear him come in.

Spencer smiled to himself, quietly closing the door behind him so as not to startle you. He placed his bag down before ambling towards the back of the couch. His hands landed on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze to grab your attention, and you tilted your head up to look at him.

“Hi, my love.”

“Hello, beautiful.” Spencer bent over slightly, his lips catching yours in a tender welcoming kiss. “Let me go wash up quickly and you can tell me all about your day,” he added and you nodded, following him with your eyes until he disappeared into the bedroom.

While he cleaned himself up after an undeniably hectic workday, you sprung up on your feet and headed to the kitchen to cook up a late dinner for the two of you.

Spencer rejoined you shortly and immediately began playing sous chef, assisting you with preparing the meal. While the two of you worked over the various pots and pans, you exchanged with one another stories of how your days went. Listening attentively, joking together. Then you ate together before reconvening back to the couch.

A typical, and honestly, an ideal evening together when he wasn’t travelling.

“What were you thinking about earlier, when I got home?” Spencer asked, making himself comfortable next to you. You draped your legs over his lap with ease and his hands instantly made home on your thigh.

“Do you ever wonder what I would say to you in my vows if our wedding day looked any different?” you asked straight out, because there was no secrets between the two of you.

Spencer pondered the question for a moment before shaking his head. “No,” he answered honestly, “Do you?”

You briefly chewed on the inside of your cheek. “Sometimes,” you confessed, a hint of guilt and hesitance detectable in the tone of your voice.

He hummed softly at your response and proceeded to place a tender kiss on your temple. “I could tell you,” he murmured into your hair before pulling away, “If you’d like that is.”

His eyes found yours and a timid smile circled your lips at his offer.

“You don’t have to, Spence, I’m honestly happy not knowing and letting my imagination run free. Plus, I wouldn’t want to put you on the spot—”

“Y/N,” he politely cut in, “I’ve known what I would say to you in my vows ever since our first date.”

The sentence caused you to playfully roll your eyes, as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered free. “Hmm…” you smacked your lips together, “I don’t think I believe you,” you teased him with a chuckle.

Spencer pressed his tongue to his lips as he smirked at your comment. He took your innocent joke as a sort of challenge however, because in one swift motion, before you got a chance to react or say anything else, he pulled you in closer by your legs before taking your hands in his and giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I can recite the entirety of the English dictionary off by heart, but ironically I'm not very good with words—” Spencer began, his hazel gaze locking with yours, “—because when I think how to express how I truly feel about you, and how incredibly lucky I am to have you by my side, my mind goes completely blank and my eidetic memory is no longer of use.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, and you could just imagine the whole crowd laughing because whether Spencer liked to admit it or not, he was incredibly funny without even trying.

“However, as I sit here before you tonight, I will give my all to make the most sincere promise one heart can make to another. Y/N, I have waited a long time for you, and I promise from this day on until forever to be your constant love, your shoulder to cry on, your partner for life. I vow to give you the best of myself and not ask for anything in return. I vow to respect you. Respect your desires, your interests and needs.”

You could feel your eyes gloss over, as Spencer inhaled before continuing, "I promise to keep myself open to you and share with you my deepest feelings, thoughts, and dreams. I promise to continuously surprise you in hopes of bringing you joy and seeing you smile, because you have the most beautiful smile.”

Spencer gently rubbed circles into your hand with his thumb as he spoke, and the amiable loving look in his eyes made you think he didn’t really have these vows prepared beforehand, like he said he did.

He was speaking purely from the heart.

“I promise to love you through thick and thin. The good times and the bad. In sickness and in health. I promise to love you with every fibre of my being, until the end of time.” He paused, by that point salty wet droplets were slowly trailing down your jawline.

Spencer continued, “Now, I have been called many things in my life and gone by many different titles. From this day on however, the most important title I’ll hold is husband. Your husband.”

Silence filled the room once he concluded. A benevolent and earnest silence.

Nothing could have prepared you for what he said, and how his words would make you feel. How you thought it wasn’t possible to love him anymore than you already did, yet here the two of you sat and your heart swelled inside of your chest.

Spencer’s hand travelled to your cheek. He cupped it gently, wiping away any lone tears that escaped.

“You know—” you murmured, leaning into his touch and placing a kiss on the palm of his hand, “— for someone who claims they’re not good with words, you just strummed all the right heartstrings. I therefore dumb thee— a liar...”

The brunette doctor let out a soft chuckle at your comment and then proceeded to scoop you into his lap, completely effortlessly. He held you close by the waist while your fingers played with his brunette curls.

“And it’s a good thing you have an eidetic memory, my love, because I will ask you to recite those promises to me over and over and oveerrr again,” you added and Spencer threw his head back in a smooth laugh.

“How about I type them up and we can frame them instead?” he suggested, arching a brow. You licked your lips, considering the question for a moment, however before you got a chance to reply, Spencer added, “It would however, be nice to have both of our vows up...”

It was your turn to laugh, “I have nothing prepared, Spence. Not to mention, yours were so heartfelt and honest, I don’t think I can compete.”

The smile on Spencer’s face grew a little wider and he leaned in to peck your lips, “Say whatever that comes to mind, beautiful.”

“You’re not going to let this go now, are you?” you enquired and Spencer shook his head in response, a goofy grin plastered across his features.

“I really have my mind set on those frames now. Maybe we can hang them over our bed, or maybe we can dedicate a shelf to them in the bookcase.”

You raised a brow, “You’d give those frames a whole shelf?”

He nodded, “A whole shelf.”

The thought of your promises to one another typed up and on view for everyone that came to visit the apartment made you smile.

Glancing briefly at your wedding ring, looped among Spencer’s brunette curls, you nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek before glancing back into his hazel eyes. “I’m not very good with words—” you began with a modest tese, “—Therefore, I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to borrow someone else's.”

You paused, letting out a delicate shaky breath. “Atticus wrote, ‘I lost my way all the way to you and in you I found my way’. You are my everything, Dr. Spencer Reid. Thank you for choosing me, for loving me, for making me feel safe, for making me laugh, and for making my life a million times richer.”

Spencer’s lips found yours the second you finished, wrapping them in a gentle yet passionate kiss. A desirable sensation instantly spread through you, because when he kissed you like this, it was as if he was kissing you for the very first time.

“I love you,” Spencer whispered after slowly pulling away, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I love you too,” you expressed with a genuine smile.

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Right Where You Left Me

Summary: Y/N never expected to see him again. He tore her heart out and left her in the dusty heat of a Las Vegas diner. She never wanted to see him again, but sometimes the heart wants what heart wants.

Word Count: 3.7k

Author's Note: This is the first prompt that I wrote for 400 followers and it is based on Right Where You Left Me. Some background info: Spencer and Reader (Female pronouns) were lovers when they were 23, Spencer left to join the FBI and Y/N never recovered.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Content Warning: Angst till the very end, one use of f--k, reader cuts her hand on glass so blood is mentioned.

Right Where You Left Me

2009, Enterprise Diner, Las Vegas, Nevada

The bell above the door always sounds the same, no matter who walks into the little diner. Whether it’s exhausted truckers looking for a cheap cup of coffee or lonely souls looking to be a little less lonely for even an hour, the bell’s chime is always the same.

From the first time she met Spencer Reid, Y/N knew that boy was destined for greatness. His greatness is exceptionally painful when it juxtaposes her intense ordinariness. Part of her always dreams of the bell ringing and telling her that he’s back. He’s back and would no longer just haunting her dreams. But he isn’t back. He isn’t back and she’s right where he left her.

Y/N wipes the counter with a worn napkin, noticing how her skin is cracked from her fingertips to the butt of her palms. The bell rings and Y/N picks up her head. An elderly couple walks in holding hands. It’s amazing to her, to be that old and that in love. She wonders what it would be like to have the kind of love that you’ll never run out of things to say. If her past has taught her anything, Y/N tells herself she’s not the kind of girl that gets a lifelong romance. She’s not the kind of girl that gets someone who gets her.

She’s the kind of girl that’s frozen in the place right where he left her.

September 2012, Enterprise Diner, Las Vegas, Nevada

“One of these is not like the other,” Sabrina says in a singsong kind of voice. She walks out from behind the counter, finished with her shift. She wishes Y/N good night before she leaves the diner, telling her to lock up and handle the clean up. The busboy makes his way to the table of men with two kinds of coffee, decaf and regular, in her hands. Y/N follows, rolling her eyes, behind with three coffee mugs.

Apparently, there is a missing child case and the FBI has gotten involved. The two men, dressed intimidatingly in black suits and gray ties, looked very different from the younger man who sat across from them. It only took her a second to recognize that face. It’s the face of all her dreams that at one point was just out of reach. But now it’s just the face of rejection and hurt.

Before she even realizes it, the coffee mug that Y/N holds in her hand drops and shatters on the floor. The men, even vigilant, turn towards the noise. Y/N wanting to disappear into the night, drops to the floor to clean up the glass. She hears a shuffle from the booth and in comes a pair of well-worn converse into her field of vision.

“Here,” he says, his voice just soft and steady as ever, “let me, Y/N,”

Y/N drops the glass like it burns her. But in reality, she’s trying to get as far away as possible from Spencer, because she knows if she touches him again, she’ll never be able to survive letting go.

Spencer.

Spencer Reid crouches down before her just inches from her face all these years later. It seems unbelievable to see him in the flesh, but it’s him, even if he looks a little older and a little sadder.

“Thank you. I’m going to get you a new cup. I remember how much you love coffee,” Y/N whispers, wishing again that she could turn into the wind and disappear.

Y/N tries to ignore the way Spencer’s co-workers eye him when he returns to the seat. Clutching the pieces of glass, Y/N cuts her thumb. The dark red blood rushes out and she can feel her pulse rise. She wraps a white cloth over the cut. By the time she gets to Spencer’s table, the blood has pooled to the surface. She places the cups on the table, turning to leave, but a strong, yet gentle hand grasps her elbow.

“You’re bleeding?” Spencer says, his voice ends on a high note like he’s asking her more than telling her.

“Yeah, it’s fine Spencer. I’ll take care of it later, it’s just-”

“Let me help you,” he says, the two men, his co-workers, share a thoughtful glance. Y/N has the sneaking suspicion that they can read her mind or very much close to it.

She narrows her eyes at Spencer as her thumb pulsates and the blood soaked napkin grows even more red.

“Last time I checked you’re not a real doctor,” Y/N says, the venom in her voice all too apparent. The man sitting across from Spencer with the kinder eyes puts his hands up in defeat.

“What the hell is going on here? Do you know her or something, Spencer?” he says, his confusion about who Y/N is growing into frustration by the second. The man sitting next to the man with the kind eyes doesn’t say much. Y/N expects that he’s soaking in the entire interaction or is too tired to care about his co-worker’s personal drama.

“Huh, you didn’t think it would be a good idea to tell you FBI friends about me, Spencer? Huh, can I say that I’m not surprised by that at all,” Y/N responds, fumbling with managing to pour the coffee and covering her cut with the napkin.

“Please, Y/N you’re being ridiculous, let me help you,” Spencer asks or rather, begs Y/N. Y/N tries to not let him know how much it affects her when he rubs his thumb on the crook of her elbow.

“Fine, make it quick Spencer, I’m closing up tonight and I want to get home soon,” Y/N says, walking away from the table before Spencer can even get the chance to get up from the booth.

Y/N is too far past the booth to hear Spencer whisper to his co-workers that he’ll find his own way back to the hotel. She runs her thumb under the running water, watching as the blood clears up, revealing her clean finger. Y/N can feel Spencer’s looming presence behind her. She can smell his cologne and thinks if he cans any closer she’d be able to feel his body heat.

“You’re not supposed to be back here, Spencer,” Y/N says, she knows she’s being short and clippy with Spencer, but she supposes that should be expected, considering how he left her all those years ago.

“That never stopped me, or you for that matter before,” Spencer says, taking a step forward. His hand comes up to gently hold Y/N’s. She can feel his fingertips on her skin for the first time in years. Y/N has to close her eyes to focus on anything but how close Spencer’s body is to her’s. It’s restraint in it’s finest.

“Things have changed, Spencer. People have changed,” Y/N says, she doesn’t make a move that tells Spencer she doesn’t like him touching her. Spencer, whose hands have a slight tremor as they hold Y/N’s, practices an equal amount of restraint as Y/N does. He has to stop the thoughts of what it would be like to feel his hand against her hand again or how she’d sound if he could muster up the courage to kiss her again. He can’t even think of the first place he’d want to kiss her if he had the chance again.

“I’ve changed, Y/N, I’ve changed,” Spencer says, knowing fully that he’s pleading with the girl whose heart he broke 7 years ago.

“I have a hard time believing that one, Spencer. You were always the exception to the rule, whether you liked it or not,” she tells him. Her voice has lost all venom. It’s bare to the world without any weapons to wield.

“Let me fix you up and I’ll be out of your life again,” He says, still holding on to her wrist, still holding on to hope.

Y/N nods and tells him where he can find the first aid kit. She watches as he reaches up to the top shelf and carefully places the kit on the counter. Y/N holds out her hand as Spencer takes an alcohol wipe to her wound. He grimaces more than she does, afraid that somehow, all these years later, he’s still causing her pain. What he doesn’t know is that his touch stings more than the strongest rubbing alcohol in existence.

“So,” Spencer starts, hating that there’s silence between the two of them, when a decade ago that would have been impossible, “how’ve you been?”

“I’m good, Spence, I’ve been good. All I ever wanted was a quiet life, and I guess that’s what I got,” Y/N says, Spencer knows her answer is cordial. It's an answer that you give when you really don’t want to give an answer.

“That’s good, Y/N. I’m happy for you,” Spencer says, he doesn’t realize that he’s been rubbing his thumb against Y/N palm until she reaches into the first aid kit and tosses a band-aid at him. Spencer blushes slightly, but thinks that he’s not offending her too much since he’s still at the diner.

“What about you, Spence? Did you ever find uh….someone that could…” Y/N says, her voice trailing off, too afraid to finish the sentence herself, but aware that Spencer is probably the only person on Earth that could fill in the blanks. He was always good like that, he could always fill in her blanks and make sense of her senseless.

“Find someone, like a wife?” Spencer asks, the blush returning to his cheeks, “no, Y/N I’m not married. Are..are you? Do you have, um, a husband?” Spencer asks, hating the way that he stumbles over the word “husband” like it’s a dirty word. Though he supposes that it is a dirty word when Y/N’s husband is not synonymous with Spencer Reid.

“God no, Spence. I couldn’t not after, you know,” Y/N says, again letting Spencer fill in the blanks and hoping beyond belief that he’d pick up the pieces too. Spencer looks over at where his co-workers sat when they were working, he can't say he’s disappointed to see that they are gone.

“I never really apologized for what I said to you, Y/N. I know that I’ll never make it up to you, but..”

“It’s okay, Spencer. You didn’t say anything that wasn’t true, I’m just a waitress. And you, god. You are you. How could I ever think that I’d get a happily ever after with someone like you,” Y/N says, brushing past Spencer to collect the coffee mugs from the table.

“Please Y/N don’t believe that for a second,” Spencer says, his voice full of pain and regret.

Y/N thinks about the times that she would dream of seeing him again. She can’t remember if she’d rather him to be sorry or if she'd rather him rush back to her and sweep her off her feet again with a love confession that rivals the greatest stories ever told. But then again, waitresses don’t get knights in shining armor. Especially when those knights wear sweater vests, despite being in law enforcement. Spencer always loved facts, and he told it to her in a few more words than necessary, people like Spencer Reid don’t end up with people like Y/N Y/LN.

“You still think too highly of me, even after I hurt you, I can’t apologize enough for what I did to you,” Spencer says, hanging his head low. His hair, that’s grown much longer, falls into place over his eyes, as if it’s shielding Spencer from Y/N.

“Did you come here tonight thinking I’d be here? Did a part of you still want to see me?” Y/N asks, she wants to reach out and touch Spencer’s hand, she wants to reach out and feel that his hand is still the same hand that would caress her face and make all her worries vanish. But it’s hard when that hand is attached to the man who destroyed you.

“I didn’t think you’d still work here, Y/N. You always hated living in the desert. Remember how we talked of getting a place somewhere cold where you can see the snow, but still be warm-”

“And safe inside? Yeah, Spencer, I remember that. But that was our dream, how can I still want that when it’s tainted by you,” Y/N spits, walking towards the last booth in the row. She plops down, sinking into the plastic covered cushion. Spencer, nervously, sits down next to her. He doesn’t say anything, knowing how Y/N’s bated breath and tapping foot tell him she’s going to unleash 7 years of pent of hatred and frustration. And somehow, 7 years of desire and want and love.

“I lied Spencer,” Y/N says, looking down at the table. “I lied. I hate it here, you’re right. God, why are you always right?” She smiles wickedly and Spencer has to tell himself to not give way to his emotions. He needs to let Y/N finally release her justified anger onto him.

“You moved on, Spencer. You moved on and I’m right where you left me,” Y/N’s strained voice is perhaps noise that Spencer knows will haunt his nightmares, “It’s like I’m a ghost of that girl I was when I was 23, waiting for someone who’s moved on. Waiting for you, but god, no one wants to love someone so fucking pathetic,”

Spencer wants to react, he wants to reach out a kiss away Y/N tears that fall down her cheeks. He wants to make her pain go away, but how can he when he’s her pain. Spencer knew he never wanted to end up like his father, yet sitting in that corner booth watching Y/N cry, Spencer realizes he’s his father’s son. Spencer realizes that he ran away from the best thing that ever happened to him, when thought he got a better opportunity.

“I never moved on Y/N,” Spencer says, reaching down inside himself for the courage to tenderly hold Y/N’s hands in his own. Even all these years later, her hand still feels the same inside his.

“I’ve thought about you every single day of my life. It’s a curse, Y/N, not being able to forget how much I hurt you. As much as I try, I’ll never be able to erase the look on your face when I told you--”

“When you told me I wasn’t good enough,” Y/N finished for him. It looks like she can fill in his blanks as well as he can fill in her’s.

“I didn’t mean it, Y/N. I didn’t mean it and I know that you’ll never look at me the same way, but I’ve never stopped loving you, Y/N. I’ll never stop loving you,” Spencer says, he’s sobbing at this point. The tears trail down his face and his skin in blotchy red.

“Spencer,” Y/N says quietly, like she’s trying to control the mix of passion and fury that threatens to take control of her, “I need to get this out without interruptions, so just please listen to me,”

Spencer nods and tries his best to not react when Y/N reaches down to his lap and takes her hands into his. He tries to hold in the emotions that split seems in his not-so tough exterior.

“I created a fantasy for you Spencer. I gave you the life that I could never give you. In my head you had kids because I needed you to be deliriously happy. I gave you a wife and I hated her because I love you too much to hate you. I needed you to have the life that I couldn’t give you, because it beats thinking you’re a mess. It beats thinking you ended up like me,” Y/N professes.

Spencer brings his hands up to her cheeks wiping away the tears that fall rapidly. Even the time he was kidnapped, the countless of times he was beaten or held hostage, his heart never ached quite like this. His heart never yearned to soothe someone’s pain as it did when Spencer watched Y/N come to terms with the years and years of heartbreak Spencer left her in.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Spencer says, his fingers lacing through Y/N’s pinned up hair, “I hated myself for years for doing what I did to you. I knew that there was no one else, there’s no one else for me, Y/N,”

Y/N’s cheek presses up against Spencer’s chest, his warm body is home and is spicy, yet sweet cologne the closest thing to paradise. She tries to get control over her breathing, trying to steady it and not slobber too much over Spencer’s soft shirt. His hands anchor her to him. They latch on to her elbows, begging her silently to not shove him off and kick him to the curb, even though it’s what he deserves.

“Oh god Spencer. You really still are my Spencer, aren’t you?” Y/N asks, her voice slightly muffled by Spencer’s chest. She can hear his heart beat, even now, it’s still in sync with her heart beat. After all these years, between all these miles, throughout all this pain, Y/N’s heart still beats for Spencer’s.

“I don’t wanna lose you again, Y/N,” Spencer says, the tears back on his face, some have dried slightly and new ones make their way down and pool onto the back of Y/N’s head. Spencer brushes his fingers against Y/N, making sure that he’s actually holding her in his arms in this little diner he thought he’d left in the past.

“Please don’t hurt me again, Spencer. I love you too much to lose you again, but I can’t get hurt like that. I can’t bear to do that again,” Y/N says, raising her head to look at Spencer in the eyes.

She can see the glistening tears that fall down his face and the way his gaze softens when his eyes latch on to her. They could spend hours drinking each other in, making up for the lost years. She searches his face, finding new age lines and wrinkles, and maybe even a gray hair or two. But underneath all that, he’s still Spencer.

“I though our love was dead, Spencer. I thought I had my chance real young and the rest of my life was going to be spent haunting this booth, waiting for a man that in my delusions was married to a wife that wasn’t me and with kids that aren’t mine. But good God, Spencer, you really are too much sometimes?” Y/N says, her voice breathy and exasperated as she leans in close to Spencer.

“Can I take that as a yes?” Spencer says, terrified for her answer, even though he knew it already, based on how deeply Y/N looks into his eyes.

Y/N is quiet, and even though it’s just a moment it feels like forever. They are so quiet that all they can hear is their heartbeats. The little diner where their fateful love story took flight is never quiet, yet in that moment you can hear a hair pin drop. Spencer counts the seconds that pass, reading Y/N’s eyes, reading her emotion, and praying to a God he’s not sure is real that she’s not going to leave him this time.

“Yes, Spencer. I love you too much to let you walk out here again,” Y/N says, leaning into Spencer’s face.

She bridges the gap that they’ve both been ignoring since they realized they were in each other’s company again. Spencer is still when she leans in, he doesn’t realize until her soft lips kiss him how much he’s missed her. Before his mind is able to run off the far away places called doubt and denial, Y/N wraps her arms around Spencer’s neck, hooking him in closer. Having each other so close has never made them feel so utterly helpless and giddy. Spencer feels like he needs to tether himself to Y/N’s because he still feels like she’s going to float away. The world was dizzying and Spencer was the only solid, strong thing, holding her to Earth. Y/N always knew he was her anchor, it was just a matter of time before Spencer realized it too. Spencer’s quiet whimpers and shaky tremors spurred her on, kissing up and down the openness of his face until she felt the need for air.

“You’ve been practicing? You’re better at this than when you were 23,” Y/N says, not wanting to let go of Spencer’s neck.

“No, God no, Y/N. I haven’t been with anyone since you,” Spencer says, slightly ashamed to be reminded of his deepest mistake.

“Spencer, baby, you know I forgive you, right? And considering you kiss like that now, I know how you can make it up to me,” Y/N says, planting a couple light, feathery kisses up Spencer’s neck and to the corners of his mouth. Her lips are like a paintbrush on his, turning the grimace he holds into a winning smile. He remembers that it’s near impossible for him to not be flustered near Y/N. He’s glad, even now, that still rings true.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Spencer says, he leans his forehead against Y/N’s and lifts her hands to his mouth, kissing each of her fingers as he says “you are enough, and I’ll hope you’ll let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you,”

Y/N kisses Spencer on the nose as he scrunches it, causing her to laugh. She slips out of the booth and holds a hand out for Spencer to grasp. He takes it without hesitation and pulls her in closer. She supposes that after being apart for so long, it would take some time to get back into their rhythm. Y/N knows that it will never be the same; they aren’t 23 years old anymore. They’re scared and wounded, but together, Y/N thinks that they’ll never run out of things to talk about even if they are old and gray and wrinkled.

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In the Garden || A. Hotchner x Fem!Reader

hello babes! Something a little different today-- I didn’t have time to write a request that I was going to be pleased with, so this is something that’s been sitting in my drive for a while. Hope you like it! 

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contains: sexual innuendo, gun mention

wordcount: 2.4k

You can’t remember the last time you wore a dress, much less a gown like the one JJ was zipping you into now-- dresses weren’t practical for field work with the BAU, and even when you’d worked in the counterterrorism unit, you’d much preferred a professional blouse and pair of slacks. But the First Lady had decided to throw a ball in the White House to celebrate federal employees, and the Bureau was receiving an award, which the Director had hand-picked the BAU to accept. So, gown. Even though you’d much prefer to be changing into a pair of sweats-- you had been called on a case two days before the ball, and Garcia saved the day by running to everyone’s apartments and grabbing their nice clothes so you all wouldn’t be late. Which is how you found yourself squeezing into a sleek off the shoulder number in the Batcave, with Emily batting at your face with a makeup brush and JJ tugging at your zipper. 

“Babe, you look hot.” Penelope says as Emily and JJ step away from you, admiring their work. 

“All Emily’s work,” you deflected with a shy smile. 

“We’ll have that fight when we’re not running late,” Emily said, pulling you out of Garcia’s office, she and JJ not far behind. 

Derek let out a wolf whistle when he saw you all approaching, and you heard JJ’s windchime laugh from a few steps behind. 

“Hello ladies,” he said with an exaggerated leer. 

“Derek Morgan, you’re lucky that my thigh holster doesn’t go with this dress.” Emily spits out, and all of you burst out in laughter. 

“Chocolate thunder, you clean up good,” Garcia says, crossing to Derek, who moved to put his arm around her shoulders as Reid emerged into the bullpen. 

“Speaking of cleaning up good,” JJ says with a small smile, and you catch Reid blushing. 

“Did you know that balls like this can cost American taxpayers up to a million dollars?” He asks the group, and you smile.

“Maybe don’t mention that when the first lady gives us the award, yeah Spence?” You tease, and he treats you to a little chuckle.

You hear Hotch before you turn to see him and Rossi. “Alright, let’s go,” He says, leading the group out of the BAU and towards your SUVs. You end up in the passenger seat of the car Rossi is driving. 

“You doing okay, kid? You’re awful quiet this evening. Invitations to Federal Government Prom don’t come often, you know.” He smirks, and you half-ass a smile in return. 

“Yeah, I’m okay, Rossi. Just tired, you know. Would have preferred to get a night’s sleep in my own bed before we did this, you know?” 

He nods, but there’s no use in lying to a profiler. 

The food, you have to admit, is leagues better than the instant ramen you would have cooked up if you had gone home tonight. And the conversation isn’t half bad either, you admit to yourself as you lazily flirt with Paul, a junior fellow from the Department of Health and Human Services, just barely putting in enough effort to seem interested while allowing your mind to wander.

The sensation of a warm hand in between your exposed shoulder blades distracts you from your train of thought. 

“Excuse me,” Aaron’s deep baritone interrupts Paul’s nervous tenor. “I’d like to cut in for a dance, if you don’t mind.”

Paul sputters, and you laugh, because you know that Aaron was asking you, not this early-thirties politico type that he towered over, both physically and morally. 

“We’ll catch up later?” you said to Paul, with absolutely no intent to catch up later, before Aaron led you out to the dance floor. 

“Hotch, I’m gonna step on your feet.” You warned. 

“No you won’t,” he assures you. “Follow my lead.” 

You do as you’re told, and you’re surprised to realize just how easy it is to follow him, anywhere. 

“Aaron Hotchner, when on Earth did you learn to ballroom dance?” You asked incredulously. 

“Boarding school,” He answers with an easy smile.

“You’re joking,” you accuse. 

“Ah, yes, something I’m known to do.”

“You remain a mystery, Hotchner.”  You tell him.

“I don’t know. That might have been my last secret.” 

You roll your eyes, content to continue dancing, and finding yourself getting distracted again. 

“What are you thinking about?” Aaron asks, and you mentally curse yourself for letting your guard down in front of your boss. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just tired. But really grateful to be here, of course, and--”

“I wasn’t asking as your boss, you can stand down,” He smirks, dipping you quickly and it takes your breath away. “You’re thinking of leaving.” He says as he lifts you back up, and it’s not a question. 

“How did you-- I can’t believe-- Damn profilers.” You harrumphed. 

“You’ve been distant, the past couple weeks. You’re in your early twenties accepting an award at the White House, by all accounts you should be ecstatic. That’s when I knew something was wrong. And when I saw you with Peter, or whatever his name was, who you couldn’t be less interested in, that’s when I knew it was us.” 

“See, and that’s exactly why I need to leave. Because I’ll never be able to do that.” You tell him, finally looking him in the eye.

“You will,”  He says in a self-assured tone that does nothing to assuage your anxiety.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. 

“I do.” 

“Maybe I’m not good enough, Hotch.” You confess carelessly. He’s already figured you out. Might as well fess up to your deepest insecurities while your boss holds you and stares you down with his deep brown eyes in the middle of the East Room.

“You are,” he says in that same tone, that you’re sure is supposed to be calming but is only infuriating. 

“But maybe I’m not! Maybe I’m one of those people who always wanted to do it, who always wanted to be an agent, but it’s like a pipe dream for me. I don’t contribute to the team the same way everyone else does. I don’t pick up on the things that seem so obvious to all of you, and it sucks. I can still do good work, but you know-- you change your dreams and you grow up. Maybe I’m one of those people and I’m just not supposed to be here. I just can’t stay knowing that I’m not supposed to be here-- I have to leave.” You’re not even sure if your soliloquy makes any sense, but Aaron pulls you a little closer, so he can speak the next few words lowly, directly into your ear. 

“You’ve been here eight months. It takes time. You are an incredible agent, and an asset to this team. I don’t need another profiler that sees the same things we all see-- I need you, and your observations, the things we missed-- those are the things that solve cases. I can’t-- I can’t allow you to change your dream. I can’t let you leave. I need you here.” 

You let his words hang in the air for a moment before he speaks again. 

“The, uh-- the team needs you. We all need you, and your observations, is what I meant.” He stammers. 

“Hotch?’ You ask, confused by the sudden change in tone. 

“Do you want to go get some fresh air? Get away from the crowd?” He asks, pulling away to look at you, and there’s an invitation in his eyes. Maybe a more seasoned profiler would know exactly what it was, but you were excited to find out nonetheless.  

“Yeah, I think I do.”

You’re certain that you’re breaking some sort of law as Hotch pulls you out of the ballroom and down a hallway, his fingers interlocked with yours. You try not to think about it too much. Your heels click against the marble floors as you follow Aaron’s brisk pace, and eventually he finds a door outside, opening it up and allowing you to pass through it first. It takes a minute to place yourself, especially under the cover of night, but after a moment you realize you’re in the rose garden. 

“Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore,” You say under your breath with a little laugh as you look out over the sprawling display of flowers and plants. 

“It definitely beats the Quantico courtyard,” Aaron agrees.

“Never thought I’d make it there, either.” You confess, not looking at him.

“But you did. It wasn’t meant to be easy, but you made it, and you’ll grow. You just need time.” He tells you. 

“How can you be so sure?” You ask, feeling your eyes well up. 

“I was young once, too.” He tells you with a self-deprecating grin. 

“You can’t play up the wise, ancient elder with me, Hotch. I’ve seen you chase Jack across a soccer field like you’re still in your twenties.” You laugh, but he can hear the emotions behind it.

“Hey, come on, I mean it. I’m not Rossi, but I’ve got my fair dose of wisdom to share,” he says, moving closer to you and placing a hand on your arm, trying to comfort you. “Let’s keep dancing. If you want to talk, you can talk. But you thought you couldn’t dance, and you could dance, right? So we can keep doing that until you believe me.” He said, pulling your hand up in his and placing his other on your waist. 

The two of you moved slowly, the orchestra from inside only barely audible from where you were standing. With Hotch’s bad ear, he could really only hear it when his body was angled just right in the direction of the East Room, but somehow he had perfect rhythm regardless. You move in silence for a song or two or three before Hotch speaks up again. 

“I lied to you, earlier.” He confesses, still guiding you effortlessly through a simple waltz. 

“How do you mean?” You ask, suddenly nervous that you were right, that you’re a complete failure of an agent, and that you need to pack your bags and head on back to Kansas.

“I lied when I said that I’d told you my last secret.”

“Oh,” you said, too caught up in your own head to try to understand what he was saying.

“And I lied when I told you that I meant the team needed you--” you felt that bone-crushing weight on your soul again-- “we do, of course, but that’s not what I meant.” 

“Hotchner, what are you talking about?” You finally asked, no longer able to tolerate the emotional whiplash of his conversation.

“When I said I needed you, I meant it.” 

“Oh,” you say, your face a portrait of shock and confusion, even though you understood him completely. 

“That’s selfish of me as a person, and wrong of me as your superior, and maybe that means that I’m outing myself as the kind of fucked-up person that isn’t worth another second of your time, but I needed you to know.” He stops dancing now, tries to hedge a bit of space between you without letting you go entirely. 

“Aaron,” you whisper, clinging to him more tightly as he pulls away, feeling his jacket wrinkle under your fingernails. 

“Yes?” he whispers back. 

“I’m glad you told me,” you tell him, and that’s all the permission he needs to take your face in both of your hands and kiss you, with a gentleness that makes you feel like spun gold, with the reverence of a man who knows that love is not a game, with the hunger of one who has been starved for months. 

He pulls away from you, too soon, and your eyes are wet. “My resignation will be on your desk by Monday morning.”

He takes a step away. “What do you--” 

“Goodnight, Aaron,” You tell him with a sad little smile, turning around towards the door you came from and leaving him in the garden.

You’re drowning your sorrows in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s when the doorbell rings the next day. You swing the door open grumpily, to reveal Aaron. 

“It’s Saturday, and you can’t turn in your resignation until 9am Monday. What can I do in the next forty eight hours to convince you that you belong here?” Aaron asks, still standing in the hall of your apartment complex.

You sigh, stepping aside to let him in. You can’t give him what he wants, but you won’t have this argument where all the neighbors will hear, either. “It’s too late, Hotch.”

“It’s not too late,” he argues, checking his watch. “I have forty six hours and thirteen minutes.”

“I’ll still be the girl who got this job on her back forty six hours from now.” You tell him, folding your arms.

“You’ll be what?” He asks, incredulous. 

“I know that you heard me loud and clear. 

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know that you slept with Erin Strauss. I didn’t think you were her type.” He says, and you let out an exasperated sigh. 

“You’re absolutely incorrigible!” You cry out. 

“Who implied that you got this job on anything other than your own merit?” Aaron asks, a glint in his eye that lets you know that they’ll be handled just as soon as he gets you to shred the letter of resignation you drafted last night.

“Didn’t I? You didn’t clear my promotion because you were attracted to me?” You asked.

“I cleared your promotion before we even met-- your interview was a bureau formality. Your reputation and the glowing recommendations from your peers in counterterrorism spoke volumes.”  He assures you.

“Oh,” you let out, your anger deflating. 

“If you want to leave because of my inappropriate behavior, please reconsider. I’m incredibly sorry for--” He starts, but you cut him off, placing your hands on his face and pulling him in for a kiss. 

“Nothing to be sorry for. Please continue to be inappropriate,” you tell him in between kisses. 

He smiles as he continues to place kisses across your face, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. “Right now?” He asks, slipping a hand underneath your shirt.  “You want me to be inappropriate right now?” 

“If you’re really good at it, I’ll let you tear up my resignation yourself.” 

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The Other Woman

summary: spencer and meave have a toxic relationship after saving diane and the new agent doesn’t help

pairing: meave x spencer, spencer x BAU!reader

warnings: angst (lowkey), cursing, broken relationship, fluff

words: 4k+

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Ever since the team and I stopped Diane from killing Maeve, things were different. When I dreamed about meeting Maeve, I thought things would be perfect, we would be a match made in heaven. But after finding out important things she felt to leave out (like she was engaged), the spark was seeming to fade and just genuinely getting to know her personality. Of course our new agent wasn't any help either.

y/n y/l/n

She was different from any other girl I had met. She was smart and a great listener, she was determined to keep learning. She didn't try to outsmart me like Maeve had begun to do. Her biggest talent and asset to the team was her interrogation skills.

"Brian, I know how you are feeling," y/n said to the unsub. "You are upset your dad left you and upset that he left you with your mother."

"She was never a mother," Brian screamed. "That dirty whore didn't know her left from her right."

"The girls?" y/n asked. "Did they know their right from their left?"

"I wouldn't know, I didn't do anything to them," Brian said.

"Well I do, I looked into their background, all single mothers, husband left. They weren't dirty Brian, they were doin-"

"YES THEY WERE. They are all whores. I tried to help them, to help their children. But they were just like she was, a whore."

Since the first day she arrived, I've been enthralled by her presence. Maeve asked to move in around a month ago, I said no. She was so upset it was almost pitiful. It had been an argument that continued for weeks and was heated tonight at our at home dinner date. "Why, Spencer, why can't I move in with you?" She yelled at me.

"Because I barely know you," I yelled back, quickly calming down. "We may have been talking on the phone, but we have known each other in person for five months. I just, Meave, I'm going through a rough time at work. It wouldn't be good for you to move in right now." I made a large breath as Maeve roughly stood up from the table.

"Is there someone else?" Maeve asked. "That new agent, (wrong name), or whatever-"

"y/n"

"Like I said, whatever. Are you talking to her, is there something going on?"

"Maeve, there is nothing going on between y/n and I," I explained. "She is a new agent, she is young, she is like I was when I joined the BAU. I am just trying to help her get settled."

"Why can't JJ do that? She was young when she joined."

"Because JJ was the communications liaison then, she didn't become a profiler until two years ago."

"Whatever," Maeve said, grabbing her purse. "I'm leaving, I need to think."

Thank God

"Ok, we need to talk about this," I said. Maeve muttered something before slamming the door.

Moments like this made me question the relationship I created with Maeve. Maybe it's because I never really knew her. I knew her job and that she was smart, but I didn't know how clingy she was or bitchy and competitive. I don't blame Diane for being so upset. Why was she so upset about y/n, I mean y/n is gorgeous and smart. But she is so young, she's only 24. Tomorrow was going to be a good day, tomorrow I was finally going to make some decisions about Maeve.

Waking up the next morning felt like a chore. The sound of my phone going off was much worse than my alarm clock.

"Reid."

"Spencie, it's y/n," the angelic voice I was longing to hear was music to my ears at 3 in the morning. "We have a case, JJ called me and told me to call you. Which thinking about it is a little strange- wait that's not the point of this call. I need you to pick me up."

"Yeah I can come get you," I said rushing around. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Thanks Spencie, I owe you big time."

Running around my room, I tried to pick my best outfit. y/n loved when I dressed in blue or purple, so I decided I would dress in blue this fine morning. My light blue button down and my tight navy pants, made me look a sexy professional as I would say, so would Derek (and hopefully y/n). I hated driving, but I would never tell y/n that, she is too cute when singing in the car for me to say no to her.

On my way to her apartment (which was very small and in a terrible area), I began to think about what y/n said on the call. JJ called me and told me to call you. Why wouldn't JJ just call me. I mean I do tell JJ about my problems with Maeve and my schoolboy crush on y/n, but she was so upset when I first said it.

"Maeve is literally your dream girl Spence, why are you trying to stop that? And for y/n, now I know she is smart and wow, she is hot, but Spence, she is 24. She still has a lot of growing up to do. Also, I didn't work my ass off to save Maeve for you to end things with her."

JJ was right, y/n was too young and too naive to know what she wanted. Hell, I didn't even know what I wanted. I fell for a girl over the phone and then realized she's not at all what I thought. I should have known.

Arriving at y/n's apartment building I texted her a quick 'here' before noticing her car tire had been slashed. The passenger door opened and y/n sat down handing me a large coffee in her typical reusable to-go cups. "y/n you didn't have to bring me coffee," I said.

"Spence, it's three in the morning and you are driving," you said with a straight face. "I brought you the coffee so you wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel and we would die." I laughed before taking a big swig of the drink and heading to the office.

"I saw your tire had been slashed, what happened?"

"I don't know, JJ called me so I went out to get my go-bag from the car because I left my good mug in it and I saw the tire was slashed. I have no idea how it happened or why, it's really annoying though, I just got new tires." The situation with y/n's tire was strange, I mean she lives in a complex where nearly twenty cars are out front if they aren't in the back lot. Why only her car? Maybe it was nothing special, just a coincidence.

y/n heard my phone ring and looked at the screen, "It's Maeve," showing me the screen. "Why is your girlfriend calling you at 3:30 in the morning?"

"I have no clue y/n, leave it to ring out. I'll get to her later."

This has happened before. When I drop y/n off from a case that ran late or after a night with the team. I get calls and texts from Maeve enraged. Does she honestly not understand we work together. We live less than six minutes from each other, so when we ride together it's not like either of us are going out of our way.

After spending most of the car ride singing to Taylor Swift, we arrived at Quantico and rushed to the elevators. We weren't late, but y/n liked to be early so she didn't look sweaty for the team.

"Why do you hate looking sweaty?" I asked her.

"Well, when our Unit Chief is a TOTAL dilf, I'd like to at least look nice," she said smiling. I frowned. "Kidding Spence, not totally, but I like to look nice because I am still proving my spot on this team and good hygiene is very respectable."

Of course she has a crush on Hotch, not that she has daddy issues or anything. But they are so close and the validation he gives her is a bit too much to be work appropriate. I'm honestly just so glad its not Derek she has a crush on.

"That makes sense, I'm going to call Maeve to she what she needed," I said stepping towards the conference room. "She's been calling me non stop." y/n nodded as she rubbed paper towels on her armpits.

Right as I was about to dial Maeve, her name flashed across my screen, "Hello."

"Spencer, what the hell," she screamed. "Why were you at y/n's at three in the morning."

"Maeve, tell me where I am right now," I said.

"You are at work Spencer," She answered. "But that is besides the point. Why did YOU pick her up?"

"BECAUSE WE WERE GOING TO WORK AND SHE LIVES SIX MINUTES FROM ME," I yelled, tired of her assumptions and bitchy, clingy behavior. "JJ called y/n and told her to tell me we had a case and her car's tire was slashed so she asked for a ride. There is no harm in that."

Maeve let out a large breath, "I don't want you around her anymore."

"What, I can't do that, we work together," I laughed.

"Quit," she said shortly. "Or tell Hotch that she is terrible to work with and isn't qualified for the team."

"Maeve, you are angry. I'm not quitting and y/n is very qualified at her job, Hotch wouldn't believe me."

"Then why do you help her if she's qualified?"

"I told you that last night, this conversation is over." I hung up the phone hearing her protests. I looked over and saw the team looking at me, they obviously had heard the interaction. y/n looked confused. Why was she being brought into this?

The team walked into the conference room, "Garcia, you can begin," Hotch said. Turning to me he said, "We will talk about this before we leave." I nodded. I didn't listen to Garcia presenting the case, but I looked at y/n. She looked like she had been crying, I don't know why, hopefully it wasn't me. After the presentation, Hotch gave us thirty minutes to gather ourselves before we needed to be on the jet.

He pulled me into his office, "What was that in the conference room?"

"Maeve thinks I'm cheating on her with y/n," I said. "It's not a big deal."

Hotch looked at me sternly, "Well it becomes a big deal when our newest agent tells me she should transfer because she doesn't like that she's interfering with your relationship. Now y/n cannot be transferred, she is an asset to this team and the team loves her. You need to sort your shit out with Maeve." I nodded and walked out the door over to y/n's desk where she was getting her small things together.

As soon as she saw me walking over, she began to walk away, "y/n wait."

"I'm going to see Penelope," She said, not looking at me. Even without looking directly at me, the tear stains were evident.

I looked over at JJ who had seen the whole interaction, "JJ what do I do?"

"Well Spencer, you need to either break up with Maeve or get over your crush on y/n," She said sarcastically. "In my opinion, you should break up with Maeve anyway. After hearing that phone call, I think she sounded toxic and manipulative. Give y/n some space, she just got a lot thrown at her. She thinks she's a homewrecker."

I sighed, "I know I need to end things with Maeve, but I feel so horrible."

"You feel horrible even though she treats you like that?" JJ asked, shocked.

"I just don't want her to think I led her on or I actually was cheating on her with y/n."

"You may not be cheating on her with y/n, but Spence," I looked up at her. "You like y/n, you can't deny that. y/n still is the other woman, whether its intimate or not."

JJ was right, I was about to walk up to Penelope's office when Derek reminded us we had to leave. Looking ahead, I saw y/n talking with Hotch. She looked upset and Hotch looked concerned, but when he looked over at me, he was pissed.

As we made it to the entrance of the jet, I told JJ and Derek I would meet them on the jet, wanting to talk to Hotch, "Hey, what did y/n say to you?"

"She told me this was her last case," Hotch said. "She gave Strauss resignation forms and is going to be an elementary art teacher. Now she isn't even transferring. Fix this now or you will be suspended from cases and you will be staying back and doing paperwork until I see fit. You and your relationship problems should not have led to y/n leaving the team."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. y/n was leaving the team. She was leaving because of me. Because I was so enchanted by her smile and the slight gleam in her eye.

Worst of all, she isn't even staying in the FBI. She is going to do the job she said she always wanted to do after the FBI. y/n always told me she wanted to stay in the FBI and then when it got to be too much, she wanted to teach art.

You may say I'm a terrible person for basically emotionally cheating on Maeve, but Maeve and I would never work in the long run. She may have been my back then, but she will never be my forever.

Walking onto the jet, I felt the hostile stares of my teammates. y/n sat at the corner of the jet, alone, reading her favorite book, Little Women. While the book is very boring in my opinion, I understand the appeal to y/n. A strong female lead who doesn't believe in the common standards in her time period. Much like Jo March, y/n was strong willed. She always put up a challenge to the ideas she opposed.

I unfortunately, was Theodore Lawrence in this situation. In love with Jo March, but I needed to show it to her. The only and strongest difference was that I am in a relationship.

I need to end it with Maeve.

That however, will be easier said than done. Maeve is much like Amy March: annoying, greedy, easily angered, jealous, and most of all the one that is settled for.

But no, I, Spencer Reid, will not settle for Amy, I am going to get Jo.

I was walking over to y/n when I was stopped by Rossi, "Don't make it any worse than it already is, kid." Appalled, I looked at him and then the team. Their faces all said the same thing only Rossi was able to make into words. I decided to sit not near them and not near y/n. I sat by myself and created a plan to keep y/n at the BAU.

The plan went as so:

1. Convince y/n to stay and explain relationship problems with Maeve

2. Break up with Maeve

3. Tell y/n what truly happened with Maeve (phone calls, kidnapping, and after)

4. Tell y/n feelings (and pray she feels the same)

This plan was definitely going to be easier said than done. The hardest part being breaking up with Maeve.

The case wasn't eventful and easy to figure out. The unsub was killing people who looked like his wife that left him at the altar. Not once did Hotch put me with y/n, understandably. Instead, y/n spent her time with JJ and Hotch.

I decided to not talk to anyone because I needed to devise my plan. I needed to break up with Maeve, but make sure I kept y/n out of it. That was going to be the challenge, Maeve was going to blame the break up on y/n. I decided to text Maeve a quick 'jet is landing. I'm coming over. We have things to discuss.'

I turned off my phone, knowing Maeve would start blowing it up. The jet landed and I went to begin step one, but Derek stopped me from going towards her further, "Pretty Boy, I know you want things to get right with Pretty Girl, but give her space. Just a little and sort things out with Maeve. After hearing what JJ and y/n have said about her, you should end things.

I nodded and sprinted to my car, seeing as y/n got a ride with Penelope. The ride over to Maeve's house was tense, even though I was alone. I couldn't stop thinking of the outcomes that could occur tonight.

Making it to Maeve's apartment, I kept reciting all the things I could say to her.

"I don't feel a spark anymore." Decent.

"You are a controlling bitch." Too harsh.

"I never really knew you." Getting there.

"I think we need to try new things." Fuck. I had made it to the door and I didn't know what to say without the possibility of hurting her. Breaking up with her is the only thing I can do to save my friendship with y/n. Its also the only thing I can do to save myself from this toxic mess of a relationship.

I knocked on the door and it was immediately opened by a very angry Maeve, "Spencer, finally you are here. You were taking so long I thought something may have happened, were you with y/n?"

"No Maeve, I wasn't with y/n," I sighed. "In fact we aren't even talking."

"Well that's perfect," Maeve said. "Why do you look upset about that?"

I looked at her surprised she didn't understand, "Because Maeve, she heard our fucking fight yesterday morning over the phone. She isn't talking to me because she thinks she ruined our relationship-"

"She did-"

"NO SHE DIDN'T MEAVE!" I screamed. "y/n is leaving the team because you are jealous of anyone in my life. First it was JJ, so I pushed JJ away. Then Derek, so I pushed Derek away. You have ruined all of my friendships with my coworkers and are now making work a living hell. y/n didn't ruin our relationship because it was already fucking ruined Maeve. How did you not see it?”

"What? Spence?" Maeve went to touch my arm.

I stepped away, "No Maeve, this is over. We are over. After we stopped Diane, I thought we would be perfect. But we aren't, we aren't good for each other at all. Whenever I accomplish anything at all, big or small, you fucking disregard it and talk about something you did. I am helping y/n, I like y/n. y/n is nice and she listens to my facts and she doesn't judge me for having feelings."

"Spencer, do you think I do that?" Maeve asked with a fake sweet act.

"Think? No Maeve, you do all of those things. Yesterday you told me to quit my job or tell Hotch y/n wasn't qualified. You should be supporting me. This relationship is not good for me. I am leaving, none of your stuff is at my place so you don't need to come over ever again." I quickly left the apartment, ignoring Maeve's pleas for forgiveness.

Sitting in my car, I quickly drove off to y/n's house. I needed to see her, to explain to her what had been happening.

YOUR POV

When I met Spencer, he was my mentor. Very quickly after that however, he became my best friend on the team. Since we lived so close together, it was common for us to carpool to and from work and work events.

I quickly learned about Maeve once I began to get closer with Spencer. Spencer's manipulative, psycho bitch of a girlfriend that was out to ruin my life. I had never done anything to try and involve myself in their relationship, but when they have problems it's always my fault.

After hearing Maeve and Spencer's phone call, it was a no brainer for me to leave the team. However, I knew that wasn't enough for me to get rid of the taunts I had been receiving from Maeve. And by taunts I mean she slashed my tire. I was offered a job at one of DC's most prestigious private schools to teach art and after the phone call, I decided to take it.

Now, I wasn't upset that Spencer didn't like me back. I was upset that Maeve was making him decide between us when nothing had ever happened. I thought Spencer was cute, definitely, and there were times when we were a little too touchy or flirtatious. But, I saw it as Penelope and Derek and I'm sure he did too.

I sat in Penelope's car trying to focus on the road whilst she was screaming at me, "WHY ARE YOU LEAVING? You can't leave y/n. You just got here and we like you here. Maeve and Spencer have had problems for a few months, it's not because of you. JJ and Maeve also got in a fight because he thought Spencer was too handsy with her and I've barely ever seen them touch.”

"Pen, I'm leaving because I have a great job opportunity," I tried to reason. "I was eventually going to take it, but I don't want to hurt Spencer's relationship." Penelope sighed, giving up her attempt to have me stay. We got our Wendy's before Penelope went to drop me off.

As Penelope drove up to my apartment, I noticed a figure standing in front of my house. It looked familiar.

Spencer

"Pen, so you think I can stay over tonight?" I asked.

"No, go talk to pretty boy, have him explain," Penelope responded.

I walked up to my apartment, Spencer looked at me. His face lighting up under my front porch light. He had flowers in his hands. Daisies. "Spencer, what are you doing here?"

SPENCER'S POV

"Spencer, what are you doing here?"

"If you'd let me in I think you need to know what has been happening," I said handing her the flowers.

"Okay, come in," She said grabbing the flowers and unlocking the door. "That you for the flowers."

"Daisies are your favorite," I said quietly. "You never told me, but you always said you liked the name Daisy for your daughter and I just assumed."

"You guessed correctly Spencer," y/n said putting the daisies in a jar.

I sat on her couch, the one I had sat on to watch countless episodes of Dr. Who when I needed to get away from Maeve.

"Can I explain?" I asked as she walked over with a coffee.

"Sure Spencer, but I don't think any explanation will make me stay," she answered.

I sighed, "Well you know the whole Maeve back story right?" she nodded. "Well after we saved her things were great. I was happy, so happy and so in love. But around the time I started to die down from the holy shit you just almost died phase, I began to notice all the flaws and toxic traits in her and our relationship."

y/n nodded, "And you couldn't see any of that before because you only ever talked over the phone?"

"Correct. Maeve, she is very smart. So smart that she often would say things to undermine the fact I went into the FBI and as she would say instead of something useful. At first I thought it was a harmless joke, but when she began to say things like that in front of the team, it crossed a line. When I confronted her, she accused me of lying, saying she never said anything like that. She has always been decently jealous, she was jealous of JJ and even jealous of Alex Blake. Blake's spot is the one you filled, she was like a mom to me. Now, she is jealous of you.”

y/n looked motionless, "Why is she jealous of me Spencer?"

I looked over at her nervously, "y/n we are very close right?"

"Yes, Spencer, you're like my best friend."

I nodded, "yes and Maeve didn't like that. She was very jealous of you because at one team dinner before you joined, Garcia showed us a picture of you from Instagram. When everyone saw the picture, everyone was like wow she is so pretty and you know, you are very gorgeous and I'm a bad liar so I agreed. Maeve and I got into a huge fight because of that. Ever since, she is like really jealous and then we sorta became a mentor, mentee relationship because you are so young and I was so young when I joined.”

y/n looked surprised. Did she not know the team thought that about her. However, y/n nodded, telling me to continue.

"Then I realized how close we lived and we started to carpool and hang out. This was when the aggressive texts and phone calls began. The team knew I needed to break up with her, but I didn't want to make it look like we were seeing each other, you would never like someone like me.”

y/n laughed, "She was jealous because we carpooled? Did you know she was the one that slashed my tire that morning, I got a clip of it on my Ring doorbell."

"Seriously? Sounds about right. Anyway, I broke up with her. She isn't what I want y/n. I want to be with you. And I know you might not like me and-"

y/n cut me off with a laugh, "Spencer are you serious?" I looked at her confused. "I have had a crush on you since I first met the team. I was heartbroken when I found out you had a girlfriend."

"Actually?"

"Spence, why would I lie to you?"

"Will you come back to the BAU?"

"I'll talk to Strauss, but I think if we want to do anything we should wait. I don't want people to actually think we were having an affair."

I laughed, "Definitely not. You were the other woman though. Kept me up all night thinking, dreaming. You infatuate me y/n y/l/n."

"Well I am very glad we got that done with," y/n said. "Watching you with Maeve was like watching the end of Derrick and Addison's relationship on Grey's Anatomy."

"What?"

"Never mind Spence, we will have to save this topic for another day."

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in light of the recent allegations against mgg, i will no longer be posting mgg content. however, mgg is not spencer reid, spencer reid is a character. please understand that at this moment i am working on a new username

* IF ANYONE HAS NEW USERNAME IDEAS PLEASE SEND THEM TO ME or i may just be changing to spencerscumslut

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Our Princess

Summary: Morgan and Reid invite Y/N over for dinner one night, and before long, things heat up between all three of them.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader x Derek Morgan

Word Count: 1,869

Warnings: Bondage, spanking, oral sex, nipple biting, and double penetration

A/N: I have been dying for a fanfic where the reader has a threesome with Reid and Morgan and I tried so hard but could not find one, so I decided to write one, and I really hope you all enjoy it:)

You had been working for the BAU for 3 years now. You had boyfriends on and off but you always kept and eye on Derek and Spencer. They were both so attractive, both in different ways of course, Spence was cute and nerdy but you just knew he could get things done in the bedroom, and Derek was hot, plain and simple.

You never said anything to them though, your relationship was strictly professional, even if your mind did wander sometimes. That was until tonight though. Morgan had invited you and Reid to his place for some dinner and a movie. You didn’t really think too much about it but it was kind of weird that it was just going to be the three of you, sure you were friends and coworkers, but the three of you never hung out alone. You thought it was probably nothing, but again you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

That night you arrived at Dereks around 6. When you got there Spencer was already there and they were making dinner.

“Is there anything I can help with?” You asked

“We got it, just relax and pour yourself a glass of wine babygirl” Derek said, winking at you

You grabbed the wine off the table and ended up pouring a glass for everyone. Dinner was done soon after that.

The three of you got your plates and headed to the dining room. As you ate there wasn’t a whole lot of interesting conversation, mainly just stuff about work, but all throughout dinner Reid and Morgan kept giving each other a look. You couldn’t help but notice, but you tried to just shrug it off.

After you finished the three of you sat down on the couch and relaxed. That was until Morgan sat his hand on your thigh.

“Listen babygirl, there was a reason we invited you here tonight...”

“Oh yeah?” You said almost choking on your wine

“Well we see the way you look at us sometimes, and both of us have a little thing for you. We talk about it all the time, and were hoping to maybe do a little something about that...all three of us?” Morgan said

You were speechless.

“The two of you? With me? Tonight?”

“If you want to, it’s all up to you, we don’t want to push, but we haven’t stopped thinking about it since the day we met you” Spencer piped in

Again, you were absolutely speechless.

“I- yes. I want to”

You had been dreaming about this for years and you were not gonna skip out on an opportunity like this.

“Good. Now let’s lay out some ground rules” Morgan said with a smirk

“If at anytime you feel uncomfortable let us know, our safety word will be red”

“Okay” you responded, knowing damn well you wouldn’t be saying the word red at all for the rest of the night

“You also will address us by saying yes sir and no sir, there will be consequences if you don’t” Spencer added

“Yes sir” you responded with a giant grin on your face

“Alright babygirl, you ready?”

“Yes sir” you replied

Morgan lifted you up and carried you to his bedroom, Reid following close behind. When he sat you down on the bed he and Reid started removing their clothes giving you a bit of a show, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them. They then sat down on both sides of you and started kissing you and grabbing at you. You were already starting to get wet just from their touch. As they felt your body and continued kissing you they both slowly started removing your clothes.

Once you were fully exposed Morgan climbed on top of you and kissed down your body. While he was keeping you busy Spencer was grabbing his tie that he had ripped off earlier. He then walked up next to the bed.

“Arms. Now.” He demanded

You did as you were told and he tied your hands up to Morgan’s bed frame.

“Ahh right where I want you” Spencer said smiling down at your naked body

While Morgan had finally kissed his way down to your clit Spencer sat down next to you and began kissing your lips, while tugging at your nipples. Soon enough he began kissing his way down to your nipples and started biting at them. You moaned out in pain and pleasure. Morgan was still working his way around your clit, swirling his tongue around it, making it extra sensitive.

“Did I say you could make any noises?” Spencer asked

“No sir”

“Then I suggest you better stay quiet, or you’ll see what happens”

Part of you wanted to listen to him, but part of you also really wanted to see what happens. You also were struggling to keep quiet with the two most attractive men you had ever met kissing and biting at your body. You moaned out again.

“What did Reid tell you?” Morgan asked

“To keep quiet or see what happened” you responded

“Did you hear the word sir in that?” Reid asked looking at Morgan

“No I don’t think I did” he responded

“Guess we’ll have to give her some extra punishment” Reid responded

You struggled to contain your excitement. Did they know that you liked being punished? Probably not. But that made this ever more fun.

Reid untied your wrists and threw you over his lap.

“Do you know what’s going to happen?” Reid asked

“You’re going to spank me like the dirty little whore I am?”

“Finally, you got something right” Reid responded

He began smacking your bare ass at full force.

“Count for us babygirl” Morgan told you

You did as he said.

Every time Spencer spanked you, you counted it out. By about the 15th spank you were barely getting the words out. Your ass was red and feeling very hot and you were in lots of pain. You enjoyed it though.

“I think that’s enough, what about you Morgan?” Reid said

“You think she learned her lesson?”

“I guess we’ll find out, are you going to be a good little girl for us now Y/N?” Reid asked

“Yes sir” you responded

“Good” said Morgan

Yet again Reid grabbed his tie. This time however, he didn’t tie you to the bed, he just tied your wrists together behind your back.

“My turn to taste her” Reid said

The two men helped you sit down on top of Reids face, legs spread wide open. Spencer began licking at you and it took everything you had not to moan out his name. All while Reid was taking care of business down there Morgan began to kiss you and play with your breasts.

“You have the best tits” he said

“Thank you sir” you responded

At that moment Reid grabbed your hips and shimmied you down to his hard cock.

“You. Inside me. Now.”

You didn’t hesitate to lift yourself up for him to enter you. While you sat up Spencer guided himself inside of you and you slowly slid down his length. You couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“You like that babygirl?” Morgan asked

“Yes sir” you yelled out

You began lifting yourself up and down on his cock, moaning the whole time. You announced that you were about to cum and Spencer immediately pulled out of you. You sat there pouting while he had a giant smile on his face.

“Can’t have you orgasming that easy, now can we?” Reid said

You were still annoyed though.

Morgan reached into his nightstand and retrieved a small bottle of lube, and began rubbing it all down his dick. He knew you were soaked so you wondered why he was lubing himself up. However, you stopped wondering when Spencer pulled you up into his arms and slammed into you. You couldn’t focus on anything else, only Spencer. That was until Morgan slowly entered you from behind. You couldn’t help but scream out his name. Morgan chuckled at you screaming his name. Spencer began thrusting harder because he was a little jealous you had yet to call out his name. Before long though, you were moaning his name too.

You were begging at this point.

“Sir can I please cum?” You moaned out

“What do you think pretty boy? Should we let her?” Morgan asked Reid

“I don’t know, do you think you have earned it?” Reid asked you

“Yes” you cried out

Morgan pulled out of you and Reid sat you down on the bed.

“If you expect to cum, you’re going to make us cum first” Reid said while untying your wrists

You quickly got to work.

Rubbing your hand back and forth on Morgan’s dick while shoving Reids in your mouth. You sucked as hard as you could because you needed to cum now. You ended up switching between Reid and Morgan’s cocks a few times before they both climaxed. You took as much of their cum in your mouth as possible because they both tasted so good. What didn’t go in your mouth though, went all over your body. You had no problem with that though.

You felt very satisfied with yourself that you were able to make both of them cum in just a few minutes.

“That was pretty good babygirl” Morgan said

“She definitely earned her privilege to come” Spencer added

“Please I need it now” you begged

“Oh would you look at that we have her pleading for us” Reid said to Morgan

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for years, having her eating out of the palm of my hand, it feels good”

“Will you two please make me cum now, I did what you said!”

“Patience princess” Morgan said while winking at you

Morgan sat down on the bed next to you and sat you down right on top of his cock facing him. He began thrusting in and out of you, meanwhile Spencer entered you from the back and began rubbing your clit. After only a couple minutes you were screaming their names.

“MORGAN, REID, PLEASE”

Morgan and Reid gave each other a look and Morgan said, “Cum for us babygirl”

You didn’t hesitate. Your whole body started shaking and you couldn’t control it. You were panting like crazy, all while continuing to moan their names.

Once you had calmed down Reid pulled out of you and Morgan picked you up and lied you back down. The two of them grabbed their boxers and ran to the bathroom to grab some towels to help clean you off. You took Morgan’s T-shirt from the floor and put it on once you were all cleaned up.

While the guys were getting things situated you cuddled up in Morgan’s bed. When they came back in they lied down on either side of you.

“You did so good tonight” Spencer told you

“Babygirl, I knew you had it in you but shit, that was amazing” Morgan added

“Guess we’ll just have to do that more often” you smirked

“Guess so” they both said

You fell asleep soon after that, all snuggled up in the arms of your two favorite people.