#Spencer Reid FBI

[rhae-ali]

[ketsueki-k]

Thomas Gibson aka Hotch's selfies were so random LMAO

[luthqrs]

"I thought you said it was physics?" "Physics... magic." JENNIFER JAREAU, SPENCER REID, PENELOPE GARCIA & EMILY PRENTISS in CRIMINAL MINDS 2x12 | 'Profiler, Profiled'

[spencereidluvr]

i love when his hair is more-so parted down the middle. I CANT EXPLAIN IT

[whoisspence]

boyband reid appreciation post because it's never too much

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

EMILY: Spencer, why are you laying on the floor?

REID: Depression.

EMILY: Well shit, scoot over then.

[im-tired-404]

I am going to (respectfully) rip his clothes off, (respectfully) leave hickies on his neck and jawline, then (respectfully) pamper him.

Im going to eat him arm. Right now.

[pillowprincess4logan]

CRIMINAL MINDS SEASON ONE YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

[incorrect-ralvez]

Emily: I just found out from Spencer today. That when I die, and the service do the 21-gun salute at my funeral, Derek wants them, “To aim at the coffin, just to be sure.”

[flaminghotjareau]

lgbt people witnessing straight people’s business

[reidswhore]

Imagine the team thinking Spencer is so sweet and innocent, a total virgin and any sexual encounter he would’ve had must have been so vanilla.

Sweet innocent Spencer Reid, who rails you into oblivion every single night, who makes you forget your own name and scream his so loud the entire neighbourhood knows who’s making you feels so fucking good.

[luckyscauldron]

autumn at the fbi

[tryingtograspctrl]

HAVE A SEAT: SPENCER REID X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER (NSFW)

SUMMARY: Spencer wants to try a new position and you are more than happy to oblige him.

Warning: Face sitting, oral sex, jerking off, cum eating, etc. 18+ only, read at your own risk. Minors DO NOT INTERACT!

You barely made it inside the hotel room before you were pinned against the wall, your boyfriend's hands roaming your body eventually settling on your love handles, mouth crashing against yours in a sloppy but hungry kiss.

The both of you had been so pent up these past few days, your current case causing an overwhelming amount of stress with no way to release it.

You and Spencer went a few hours at most without being intimate which was usually because of work. It had been days, days since you'd done more than exchange small kisses and touches. So when the two of you were finally alone again you wasted no time jumping each other’s bones.

Your fingers slid down his dress shirt, practically ripping off the buttons before tearing it off of him.

He did the same with your blouse, breaking your kiss for a moment to yank it over your head and toss it across the room.

You walked backwards, legs hitting the bed making you fall, back landing on the soft memory foam.

"God knows i missed having these in my mouth." Spencer smirked playfully, rough hands squeezing your breasts.

His lips latched onto your nipple, sucking eagerly.

"Mmm Spence." You whined, your back arching slightly.

Your hands found his belt buckle, loosening it with ease, letting his pants fall down his thighs.

He gasped as you slipped your hand inside his boxers, thumb circling his tip.

He stood up again, pulling his underwear off, practically tripping over himself as he kicked out of them.

"Someone's excited." You giggled propping yourself up on your elbows.

"I'm always excited when i have a pretty girl like you beneath me." He smiled pecking your lips.

"So beautiful." He whispered breathlessly, pupils dilating as his eyes trailed your naked body.

You felt your skin heat up under his gaze, arousal pooling between your legs.

He guided his tip to your entrance, the both of you moaning as he slipped inside of you.

He moved slowly, wanting to take his time, to savor the feeling of your warmth and wetness surrounding him.

He rested on top of you, chest to chest, panting in your ear as you left kisses and love bites on his shoulder.

"You feel so good baby. So, so good." You cooed, nails scratching his back gently.

That got him going, his thrusts speeding up, mouth sucking on your neck harshly. You were gonna have to conceal the hickies tomorrow morning, the team teased the two of you enough and you didn't need to give them anymore material.

"I- I'm close." You announced.

"Let it go for me pretty girl." He went even faster.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, hands gripping the sheets for purchase as he repeatedly slammed into you.

"Shit spence!" You screamed, holding onto him for dear life as you came, legs hooking around his waist, your body stuttering.

He planted kisses all over your face slowing down his thrusts and then stopping them completely once he felt you relax under him.

He pulled out of you slowly, plopping down beside you on his back before pulling you on top of him your hips straddling his waist.

"Baby?" He looked up at you

"Yeah?" You tilted your head to meet his eyes.

"Ride my face." He blurted out.

"What?" You blinked at him, still slightly in a daze.

"Ride. My. Face." He spoke between kisses.

"A-are you sure?" You felt yourself getting wet again.

"Positive." He nodded.

You shimmied up to his head, hovering over him for a second before he grabbed your thighs impatiently, forcing you all the way down.

His mouth latched onto your pussy, licking stripes between your folds.

You rocked your hips slightly, shuddering as the tip of his nose swept across your clit sending shock waves through you.

He hummed in satisfaction, one hand snaking down his body to wrap around his dick, stroking himself, while the other held onto your thigh, fingertips kneading the soft flesh there.

You tugged on his hair, throwing your head back in pleasure as he continued his ministrations, tongue swirling around your core deliciously.

"Spence wait i..." You lifted your hips that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"It's okay, want you to cum on my face." He mumbled, pulling you back down.

You gladly accepted the invitation, rocking against his face eagerly, your body spazzing as the flood gates opened, the knot in your stomach vanishing as you came.

Spencer lapped it all up like he was dying of thirst, not letting a single drop miss his mouth.

You went limp, raising your leg up to get off of him.

"Wait." He held you in place.

You looked down at him, puzzled.

"You think you got one more in you?" He asked smiling dopily.

"I've created a monster." Your eyes widened in disbelief.

Nonetheless you sat back down.

A/N - The semester is about to start so i'll be busy with school meaning i won't be able to upload as frequently as i have been these past few weeks. Hope you guys enjoy this spicy Reid fic in the meantime, no idea when i'll be back with another one, we shall see.🌻

[whoisspence]

💌❤️‍🩹

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

Emily Prentiss being straight is about as believable as Spencer Reid being neurotypical.

[mariasont]

Our Minds Entwined------------------------

ch 1, ch 2

Aaron Hotchner x Original Character x Spencer Reid

in which jason gideon's daughter joins the fbi as the newest youngest member

Chapter One:

The bar was abuzz with the kind of infectious energy that only comes from a group of friends riding the high of a celebratory night out. In the center of it all was Evelyn Gideon, her laughter a melody that seemed to turn heads and draw smiles even from strangers. She was the embodiment of sunshine—her allure as undeniable as the curves she carried with effortless grace.

Evelyn raised her glass, her eyes sparkling with excitement and liquor. "To new beginnings and breaking ceilings," she toasted, her voice carrying over the crowded room.

Her friends echoed the sentiment, "To Evelyn, the FBI's newest and brightest!"

As they sipped their drinks, the conversation flowed easily, touching on memories, aspirations, and the occasional playful banter about the 'aesthetically pleasing' aspects of her new job.

Evelyn leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, "You know, I've had my fair share of late-night googling and let's just say the FBI isn't all work and no play. They've got some serious eye candy too."

Her friends giggled, urging her on, and she obliged, a little tipsy from the copious amounts of wine. "There's this one agent, my boss, Aaron Hotchner. Oh, and another, Spencer Reid. They're like the real-life versions of those FBI recruitment posters. So hot, it's criminal."

The group erupted into laughter, unaware that just a few tables away, two men had paused their conversation, a knowing look exchanged between them. They said nothing, just an awkward cough as they went back to their drinks.

Spencer's eyes met hers briefly before averting his gaze.

Aaron's expression was unreadable as he scoffed, "Interns."

The laughter from Evelyn's table continued to ripple through the bar, a stark contrast to the muted tones of conversation at the agents' table. Spencer's eyes flickered back to his drink, the ice clinking softly as he swirled the glass, a thoughtful expression on his face. Aaron, meanwhile, maintained his stoic facade, though the corners of his mouth twitched in a suppressed smile.

Evelyn, buoyed by the warmth of the wine and her company, leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting across the room. She caught Spencer's eye again, realization drawing on her face, and this time he held her gaze, an unspoken challenge passing between them.

One of her friends nudged her, her eyebrows raised in amusement. "He's cute."

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing with the implications. "I think that's my new boss and colleague."

Evelyn, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and her earlier comments, caught the agents' glance and felt a sudden wave of embarrassment wash over her. She fumbled with her purse, her laughter trailing off into a nervous giggle.

"Uh, I just remembered, I have an early meeting tomorrow, and I should really get going," Evelyn stammered, avoiding eye contact with the table of agents. Her friends, sensing her discomfort, offered her quick hugs and understanding nods as she made her hasty retreat.

As Evelyn vanished into the crowd, Aaron and Spencer's attention was momentarily captured by the bar's TV, where a breaking news segment flashed across the screen. They leaned in, their focus on a case they'd been following, the world around them fading into the background.

When they finally turned back, expecting to find the lively group still immersed in their celebration, they were met with the sight of an empty chair where Evelyn had been. A twinge of disappointment flickered across their faces, though neither would admit it aloud.

Spencer cleared his throat, "Well, interns are always full of surprises," he remarked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Aaron nodded, his gaze lingering on the now quieter table. "Indeed. But let's not forget, we were all there once," he said, raising a glass in a silent salute to their beginning memories.

"Statistically speaking," Spencer began, his voice barely above the murmur of the bar, "the chances of us overhearing a conversation about ourselves in such a setting are quite slim."

Hotch couldn't help but chuckle at Spencer's comment. "And yet here we are," he added, the hint of a smirk betraying his amusement.

—

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Evelyn's sleep softened face as she awoke to the chirping of birds and the distant hum of the city. She lay in bed for a moment, her mind a whirlwind of memories from the night before. The laughter, the wine, the unexpected encounter with Dr. Reid and Hotchner.

She was Jason Gideon's daughter, a fact that filled her with pride yet weighed heavily on her. At 23, she was young to be joining the FBI, especially the BAU, and she felt the pressure to prove herself as more than just a legacy hire.

Evelyn sat up, pushing back the covers as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Today was the day. Her first day at the BAU. A mix of excitement and nerves bubbled within her, but there was something else too—a hint of mortification. She couldn't shake the memory of calling her new boss and coworker hot within earshot. She hoped against hope that they hadn't overheard.

With a deep breath she rose and made her way to the mirror. She took pride in her appearance, and today was no exception. She chose her outfit with care, professional yet undeniably her.

As she applied her makeup, each brush was an attempt to paint away the embarrassment of last night. She styled her hair, letting it fall into soft waves around her shoulders. We one last glance in the mirror, she was ready.

Evelyn grabbed her gun and badge, the weight of them both a reminder of the responsibility she was about to undertake. She was a member of the FBI now, and she had a role to play.

—

Evelyn's heels clicked against the polished floors of the FBI building, a steady rhythm that matched her racing heart. She drew a deep breath, letting her bubbly personality shine through her nervous smile as she passed through the security checkpoint. She didn't spot Hotch or Dr. Reid, a small mercy that allowed her to collect herself without the weight of their gazes.

The first day formalities were a blur—ID photos, paperwork, and the endless maze of hallways. It was all so technical and impersonal, yet it was the gateway to her dream.

Then, a beacon of light, she spotted Penelope Garcia. They had connected over an online forum for crime fiction enthusiasts, bonding over plot theories and character developments. Garcia's vibrant attire and smile were just as welcoming in person.

"Penelope!" Evelyn greeted, her voice a mix of relief and excitement.

"Evelyn! Honey, you're even more stunning in person!" Garcia beamed, pulling her into a hug. "Welcome to the BAU family!"

As they chatted, Garcia led her to the bullpen, where Evelyn was introduced to the team. Emily Prentiss's firm handshake and measured smile spoke of strength and understanding. JJ's friendly nod and Derek Morgan's charming grin were disarming, making Evelyn's nerves ease slightly.

"So you're the prodigy Gideon was always bragging about," Morgan teased, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

Evelyn laughed, the sound light and genuine. "I hope to live up to at least half the hype," she replied, her tone playful yet sincere.

Prentiss leaned in, her voice low but encouraging. "We've all heard great things about you, Evelyn. We're glad to have you on board."

"And we'll make sure you find your footing," JJ added, her smile reassuring.

The warmth of the welcome eased the knots in her stomach. She was a part of the team, surrounded by legends, and yet, they made her feel like she was one of them—bright, capable.

"Gideon."

The newfound calm in Evelyn's stomach vanished as swiftly as it had arrived when she heard her last name echo across the bullpen. The authoritative tone of Aaron Hotchner snapped the easy atmosphere like a taut wire. She turned, her heart hitching as she met his gaze. For a fleeting moment, she saw the mask of his composure slip, a flicker of surprise that quickly schooled into neutrality. "A word, please?"

Derek couldn't resist the opportunity for a quip. "Don't keep the man waiting, he's not known for his patience," he said, eliciting a round of chuckles from the team.

Evelyn's heart pounded as she approached Hotchner's office, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts seeming to rest on one—he was going to confront me about what I said. She stepped inside, the door closing behind her with a soft click.

Hotchner's office was a stark contrast to the lively bullpen, its walls lined with commendations and case files. He gestured to a chair.

"Good morning, Evelyn," Hotchner began as he motioned her into his office. "Please, have a seat."

She moved past him, her senses heightened, astutely aware of the shift in his demeanor. As she settled into the chair, she caught him glancing at a file on his desk, his eyes momentarily distracted.

"I didn't expect you to be so..." he started, his gaze lifting to meet hers.

"Young?" Evelyn filled in, her voice a mix of confidence and self-deprecation, butterflies filling her stomach. "I get that a lot, but I assure you it won't affect my performance, sir."

In his mind, Hotchner corrected himself, Attractive, but he let the thought pass unspoken of course, cursing himself for even thinking it. "Of course," he said aloud. "Your age isn't a concern. Your qualifications speak for themselves."

He leaned back, interlacing his fingers as he regarded her. "As a new member of the BAU you'll be expected to undergo a period of observation. You'll accompany the team on cases, but your involvement will be limited until you've completed your training."

Evelyn nodded, absorbing every word.

"You'll be assigned a mentor," Hotch continued. "Dr. Reid will take on that role. He'll guide you through our protocols and procedures."

"I'm ready to learn and contribute, sir." Evelyn responded earnestly.

He had been called "sir" by many, but when the word left Evelyn's lips, it was as if he heard it for the first time. He caught himself staring at the lips at which the words came from, snapping his focus back to her eyes.

Hotchner's expression softened ever so slightly. "I believe you are. And remember, this team is a family. We rely on each other's strengths to face what most can't even imagine."

With a final nod, he stood, signaling the end of the meeting. "Welcome to the BAU, Agent."

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