#criminal minds image

[arabellavernierwrites]

take this to the bath. s.r.

summary : after a long day at work , spencer asks you to take a bath with him.

word count : 711

warnings : mentions of nudity , slight allusion to sexual acts

a/n : hello everyone ! i want to start this by saying thank you so much for being so incredible to me with the things i post. it genuinely means so much to me , and it makes me smile seeing everyone engage with my stories in such sweet ways. i wanted to make something a little more intimate for you all , so this is what came of that. i’m thinking of possibly delving into smut , and have even been tossing around the idea of making a version of this story that involves smut ? if that interests you , please let me know ! i would also love to hear some requests from you guys , my ask box and messaging is open if any of you would like to send anything in ! thank you all so much again. each and every one of you is so greatly appreciated and i really adore how kind you all are. have an amazing and wonderful day ! love you all !

spencer’s finger gently traced the skin of your thigh.

you both had had a somewhat exhausting day, and found yourselves seeking refuge on the couch. bodies entangled, hands glued to each other, one mouth searching for the other every once in a while. the living room was dark, the whole house was. the sun had set hours ago, but neither of you wanted to escape the comfort of your lover to turn a light on. so you stayed sewn together.

“would you like to take this to the bath?” spencer asked quietly, his voice innocent and thoughtful.

you smiled, turning to place a soft kiss on his lips, “i’d love to”.

his hand came up, lovingly placed against your cheek. the pad of his thumb rolled across your skin, back and forth again. his eyes were sweet, swirling around as if he were searching yours. a small, slightly timid smile came across his face, brought on by its own volition.

spencer carefully slid from your grasp, placing two sturdy feet on the ground. he reached out, grasping your wrists, pulling you up from the depths of the couch cushions.

in the bathroom, spencer kneeled down at the side of the tub, letting the hot water run. his fingers splashed beneath the stream, waiting for the temperature to be right. you stood back, unable to help yourself from watching in adoration. the way his brows came together in focus, his toes tucked beneath his feet to hold him up, his hand wrapped around the edge of the tub, it made your heart swell in an indescribable way.

your reflection slowly disappeared as a cloud of steam overtook the mirror. the small, tiled room was foggy, the air thick and sticky.

“it’s perfect,” spencer stated, standing and turning around, “what?”

“what?” you grinned.

“what are you smiling about?” he inquired, his hands gathering the fabric of your shirt at your sides.

“you’re cute,” you chuckled, placing a hand over his.

“may i?” he asked, pulling at your shirt.

you nodded.

spencer gently lifted the fabric over your head, placing it on the counter behind you. he stopped, reaching down to place a well-meaning kiss on your lips.

“may i?” you asked in return, unbuttoning the top of his work shirt.

“of course,” he stopped himself from stuttering, his face threatening to turn red.

you and spencer fully undressed each other, nothing more than the blanket of steam from the bath wrapped around your bodies.

undressing in front of spencer differed from what you had experienced in the past. no part of you ever felt vulnerable when you weren’t clothed in front of him. you knew you were safe from judgment, any sense of harshness or unkindness was absent from his mind. his gaze never felt disapproving or animalistic. around spencer, you always felt safe and equal.

he lowered himself into the bath, his bare back pressed against the cold tiles. a caring hand reached up for yours, assisting you as you carefully stepped into the tub. spencer spread his legs as you slowly sat yourself down between them. he adjusted slightly as you moved in his lap.

you allowed yourself to lean back, your shoulder blades flush against spencer’s chest. his body radiated heat. his long arms coming to rest against yours, thoughtfully rubbing circles on your elbows. you turned your head to the side, laying it against spencer’s collarbone. he nodded down, kissing the top of your head, his lips lingering.

“are you comfortable?” he asked, moving to meet your eyes.

“very,” you smiled quietly.

you and spencer met in the bathroom often. it wasn’t rare for the two of you to finish the day with a bath or shower together. sometimes it resulted in something more, but for the most part, you found comfort in such a simple activity. spencer’s sweet hands always had a place to call home on you. his touch was special, always gentle, and residing in the right places. and when you two were together like this, he always knew how to touch you.

“i love you, spencer,” you stated, lips pressing to his shoulder.

his fingers ran along the tops of your thighs as the warm water gently sloshed against your stomach.

“i love you, too”.

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

A compilation of Emily Prentiss being too gay to sit properly:

[luthqrs]

EMILY PRENTISS in CRIMINAL MINDS 3x03 | 'Scared to Death'

[kiwriteswords]

Aaron Hotchner x Reader Christmas Aesthetic: Part 2

[kiss-inthekitchen]

favorite insomniac | spencer reid

a little warm-up exercise i just finished <3 you can't sleep, so you decide to call the only other person you know who would be awake at this hour. ~500 words

You don’t get insomnia. Usually, you fall asleep quickly and easily, and then devolve into any number of nightmares or vivid dreams or somethings that cause to you wake up feeling like you hadn’t slept at all. 

Obviously not great. But not insomnia.

Tonight, however, is not a usual night.

You roll over once again, after what feels like hours but is probably only twenty minutes of lying as still as possible and trying to will your body to be tired. You check the time on your phone; 3:14 AM. 

Ugh. You have to be at work in less than 6 hours, awake in less than 5. Closer to 4, if you want to actually look presentable. 

You groan, scrubbing your hands over your face and barely resisting the urge to start punching your pillows. 

And then you give up. 

There’s one insomniac you know who’s got a pretty good chance of being awake right now. You've dialed the number before you can even think about it. The line rings once, and you realize what an inappropriate, quite possibly disrespectful choice this had been. You’re about to hang up, hovering over the red button, when you hear him. 

“Hey,” he says, voice raspy. 

Oh god, oh god. “Please tell me I didn’t wake you up.” 

“No,” Spencer chuckles bitterly, “You didn’t. What’s wrong?” 

“I can’t sleep?” 

His eyebrows raise halfway to his hairline. “So you called me?” 

You and Spencer are coworkers. You’re friends. You just don’t really hang out much outside of work and work-related events. Not that you haven’t wanted to, you just… don’t really know how. Or if you should. Or if it would be particularly smart. 

“I’m so sorry. I figured if anyone was liable to be awake right now, it’d be… I wasn’t thinking. I’ll let you go, I’m–” 

“Hey, it’s alright,” he says, amused. You’re the only person he ever gets the opportunity to calm down; he’s usually the most nervous person in the room. “This doesn’t usually happen to you though, does it?” 

“No,” you huff, flopping back against your pillows. “I’d ask you for tips, but whatever you’re doing clearly isn’t working.” 

“That’s nice.” 

“Am I wrong?” 

“No, you’re not wrong.” 

You make a self-satisfied little “hmph” sound. 

“What did you call me for then?” 

Something in the timbre of his voice makes your heart speed up. “I don’t know, human connection across the ether that is 3 AM?” The sense that you’re the only two people in the universe. The sound of his voice. Not that you could say that part out loud.

“Wanna go for a drive?”

Huh? “Wh– We have work in, like, 5 hours.” 

“Oh, you haven’t been counting, have you?”

“You mean like thinking ‘if I fall asleep right now at this moment I could get 5 hours of sleep’ but then I still don’t fall asleep and I watch the minutes go by until it’s only 4 and a half hours and then I get angry at myself for being awake and then I’m somehow even more awake?” 

He chuckles, dark and rich through the phone. “The classic trap. Never count the hours.” 

“Now you tell me.” 

“Alright,” he grunts, and you hear him shuffling around, “I’m picking you up.”

“You're what?!"

"I'm picking you up," his voice lilts up, almost like a question. But not like he's asking for permission, more like he's teasing you. Like he knows your answer anyway.

"Now? You have a car?” 

“Yes, now. And yes, I have a car,” you hear jingling on the other end. “You’re gonna like it.”

[superchlorine]

a peaceful morning at the bau Criminal Minds - 15x09 Face Off - Deleted Scenes

[frankiebirds]

what an incredibly normal and not at all autistic thing to say! (lying)

[ralvezfanatic]

Dating Hotch (MLM)

Taglist: @starch1ldz @the-gregster, @jaden-reid @lover-of-books-and-tea @gayaristocrat @ruby-d1amond | Add yourself here !

[holoship]

[black-and-yellow]

Lost

(minus grain)

[isagrimorie]

In season 2 Hotch is suspicious and worried that ‘Is that Legal’ Emily Prentiss is a pawn Strauss placed in the BAU.

Prentiss is the last person troubled by Elle Greenaway's 'questionable' shooting. Spies are built with moral ambiguities. But Hotch didn't know that.

(Pre-London Emily tried to reset her life. And succeeded before Ian Doyle re-entered her life. Post-London!Emily realized and learned she could 'live' with her moral ambiguities.)

[loverslantern]

Guys. Are we in a fic shortage or something??? I feel like i’m going crazy, there’s no way i read them all, please what is going on. I know I write fics and they take a while but like are we all working on them at the same time??

Where are the fics??? one shots??? imagines???

Does anyone have answers?!

[tobias-hankel]

No one ever talks about the fact that Elle Greenaway, Aaron Hotchner, and Spencer Reid all lived at the same apartment complex, The Langham.

We see Elle leaving her apartment when Hotch is following her in 2x6 - maybe that is where he learned about the apartment complex. We can also see Elle getting into her car, which has Virginia plates, so we know this apartment complex is in Virginia - not D.C.

In 5x1, we see Emily go to Hotch's apartment to check on him. This is also when we learn that Hotch is on the first floor in apartment 121. We later see him in this same apartment with Jack and Beth in 7x23 and when he is arrested in 11x22, just to name a few.

We see the outside of Spencer's apartment in 9x24 when Alex goes to leave after taking Spencer home. Spencer looks outside and watches Alex get into a taxi. We can see part of the green canopy and the street when Alex walks, but we can also see Spencer standing at the window. The window matches the same windows on The Langham. We can even see a spot on the sidewalk where the street lamp used to be. This is also when we learn that Spencer is on the second floor, apartment 23.

In 1x22, we see Elle be attacked in her home - not an apartment - meaning she moved into Langham apartments after her attack.

Up until Hotch was divorced, he lived in his home in Arlington, Virginia with Haley and Jack - so we know he moved into the complex sometime around season three or four.

We didn't see Spencer's apartment until season eight but we know in 3x2 that Spencer's Volvo has Washington D.C. plates but when we see his car again in 10x13, he had Virginia plates. We can assume that means that Spencer moved from Washington D.C. to the Langham apartments in Virginia at some point between season three and season eight.

Meaning, Elle lived in the Langham apartments before Hotch and Spencer - but Hotch and Spencer lived there only one floor apart at the same time.

[luthqrs]

JENNIFER 'JJ' JAREAU in CRIMINAL MINDS 12x07 | 'Mirror Image'

+ silly girl <3 (who forgot all her media liaison training on this case)

[mikhailogallaghermilkovich]

spencer reid + purple

[hookechoes]

just a gaggle of gossiping queens