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[anninhaa143]

Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid (1/2)

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"Hey, S/N... Eu sinto muito por... não, calma. Eu... eu queria te pedir desculpas pela noite passada e... merda, isso não está certo. Me ligue, ok?"

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Dois dias antes

Hoje o céu está cinza. Ventos cantam por entre as ruas que, nesse horário, estão com pouco movimento. Uma pessoa ou outra se arrisca a sair do conforto de sua casa para enfrentar o dia.

Eu não queria ser uma delas.

Olho para o relógio acima da mesa da cozinha e vejo que ainda são 5:35 da manhã. Mais uma noite que dormi na sala.

Levanto-me do sofá e logo sinto um desconforto nas costas. Talvez seja hora de trocar esse sofá velho por um outro um pouco melhor.

Vou em direção ao armário para pegar algo para comer... pão com geleia ou geleia com pão?

Sento-me na poltrona próxima à janela e tomo meu café da manhã enquanto olho para as nuvens carregadas de chuva. Queria ser uma nuvem, ela parece tão livre...

Volto à realidade quando escuto o vizinho do apartamento ao lado bater na minha porta.

"Hey, S/S! Tudo bem? Eu não vi você chegando ontem do trabalho e fiquei preocupado. Só passei aqui para ver se você estava bem."

"Oi. Estou bem, obrigada, Dr. Reid'.

"Ah, por favor, me chame só de Spencer"

"Ok. Escuta, eu preciso me arrumar para o trabalho antes que comece a chover, meu carro está no mecânico. Obrigada pela preocupação e tcha-"

"Ohhh! Você quer uma carona? A biblioteca fica a caminho da UAC, de qualquer forma."

Porra, cara... eu só queria comer meu pão com geleia...

"Ok. Vou me arrumar. Você... você quer entrar?" - perguntei. Por favor, não aceite...

"Ahh, eu vou te esperar lá na recepção, não quero incomodá-la."

"Beleza. Ah, tudo bem, Spencer?"

"O que? Ahn, sim? Porque a pergunta?"

"Só percebi que não tinha te perguntado isso ainda. Sei lá, é falta de educação não perguntar, sabe?"

"Ahhh, hahaha... tudo bem, relaxa. Ei, S/N... meus pêsames pela sua perda. Deve ser difícil perder alguém tão-"

"Me espere lá na recepção, desço em dez minutos" - disse e fechei a porta sem esperar sua resposta.

Hoje vai ser um dia e tanto...

[spicycrispychicken]

Spencer Reid x Reader -- Sweatshirt

Class: Fluff, Romance, Slight 18+ Includes: Fluff, minimal 18+, cuddling, Spencer’s favorite sweatshirt, sappiness Plot: Reader gets cold during a movie night and wants to wear Spencer’s sweatshirt. He refuses-- let the games begin. A/N: My first Spencer Reid x Reader oneshot! Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests! -------------------

"I've got the popcorn! Start it!" Spencer jumped onto the couch beside you, grinning ear and causing you to squeak in surprise as you almost fell into him.

An easy laugh slipped from your lips as your eager boyfriend nestled in beside you, resting the blue plastic bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. He pulled you into him, trapping you against his chest with deceivingly strong arms. You laughed again, squirming a bit to get more comfortable before starting the movie-- Pet Sematary. Spencer had convinced you to watch a horror movie with him, as his favorite Holiday was quickly approaching and it would help set the mood for it. He didn't actually own a television, so your house was the only option.

"Did you know," the doctor began, a common introduction to another info dump session, "Pet Sematary--the book-- was actually so unsettling to Stephen King that he wasn't even planning on publishing it in the first place? He only did so to fulfill a publishing contract he wanted to get out of. It was also inspired by a real life situation, too. Back when he was a resident of..." and he rambled on, and on, and on. You usually didn't stop him, because you couldn't. You found your heart swelling with affection every time he did this, and you hung onto every word he uttered. However, he was still info dumping when the first scene rolled around.

You placed a gentle kiss on his lips to silence him, and you felt his body tighten then relax as a result. He looked dazed when you pulled away, and you couldn't help but chuckle. "The movie is starting, Spence." "O-Oh. Sorry," he responded sheepishly. "Don't apologize," you smiled warmly before snuggling back into him. He placed a kiss on top of your head and settled in. 

This was bliss. You couldn’t think of anywhere you would rather be than here with him-- granted, you weren’t thrilled that he insisted on a horror movie, but the way his face lit up when you agreed to it made it worth it. You really couldn’t express how much you adored him... well, actually, you could. You wanted so badly to finally tell him that you loved him, but you didn’t want to overwhelm him. He was easily spooked, and was relatively new to the dating game. You hesitated because you didn’t want to scare him off. Saying it too soon would do that, no doubt. It had been five months, but there was no guaranteeing that Spencer was ready yet.

It was getting harder and harder with every passing day.

You hadn’t realized how distracted you’d been until you felt a shiver run through you. It was colder in the house than you realized. Spencer was warm, but not warm enough to keep a chill from nipping at you. You squirmed a bit more in his arms, which he loosened a bit to give you more free range. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured him, “just cold...” you eyed his baggy sweatshirt, one of his favorites to lounge around in. You knew it to be very fuzzy on the inside because he once made you feel the inside of his sleeve. He squinted at you, and it didn’t take him more than a beat to realize what you were looking at and why. You wanted to wear his sweatshirt.

“No... no, this one is my favorite one!” “Please!” You begged. He shook his head and moved his arms off of you to cross them over his chest, as if protecting the sweatshirt. “No! I won’t see it again for a month!” “Don’t be such a drama queen. Give,” you grabbed at the fabric of his sleeves. He laughed and remained stubborn, even sticking his tongue out at you mockingly. You gasped. Spencer managed to wiggle himself free from under you and bolted into the kitchen. You scrambled to your feet and chased after him, leaving the movie playing for an empty couch and untouched popcorn. 

When you made it to the kitchen, your boyfriend was standing at the far end, his arms still crossed. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why can’t you get one of your own? You have six of them... and that purple snuggy,” he tried to reason.  “Four of them are in the dirty laundry, actually.” “Fine. Two sweatshirts and a purple snuggy. Why does it have to be mine?” He tensed up as you neared him. When you lunged to wrap your arms around him, he swerved quickly (though not gracefully) around you. You narrowly missed, stumbling and whirling around to see that he was already backing towards the other end of the kitchen.

“Spencer!” You laughed through his name. “Stay away!” He tried not to laugh, but the wide smile and bright look in his eyes gave away how amused he was by your failed attempt to grab him. Spencer ran, and you followed him, all the way into your room and around the rug in the middle of your floor. He nearly slipped in his socks on the hardwood, but he managed to steady himself. You closed some of the space between the two of you during his clumsy display, but his long legs carried him back out of your room and into the living room where it began. 

Your heart was racing, and you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.  “Just give up and give me the sweatshirt,” you said lowly. You both stood still, trying to stare the other down.  “Never.” “Spence.” “It’s not happening! Sorry, you’ll just have to go get one of yours.” “Why don’t we trade? You can wear my green one with the blue sleeves, and I’ll wear yours?” “That-- literally makes no sense! You would be going to get the sweatshirt to give to me, so why not put it on?”

You pouted, but Spencer remained stubborn. You paused to think about what might get him to break. You began to formulate an idea, putting together a quick and easy plan.

You walked up to Spencer, slower this time. He backed up, about to make another run for it. You held up your hands in front of you. The nerdy agent squinted at you, testing the waters by staying still. 

“Fine, fine...” you said slowly. “You look really cute in it anyway.” “I-I do?” Spencer was hesitant. You felt your heart in your throat now, anxious about what you had planned. You tried to hide it though. You swallowed your heartbeat, and by the time you were close enough to reach out and touch him, he was turning red. Maybe it was the devilish smile that crept its way to your lips, or the way you looked his lanky figure up and down. In the few times that you slept with Spencer, you had learned that he was typically submissive in situations like the one you were creating. You were going to work that to your advantage.

“Mhm. What? Haven’t I told you that before?” you questioned him with a coyish glint in your eyes. You stepped closer to him, reaching up and tracing your fingers along his jawline. Your eyes met his before wandering to his mouth. You brushed your thumb against his bottom lip, causing his breath to catch in his throat. He swallowed hard. 

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Spencer’s words came out in an almost breathless rush. You grinned, meeting his hazel eyes again.  “Mm~hm, of course you do. You know everything... you and that big brain of yours. I mean, I can only think of one thing bigger,” you grinned cheekily and flashed a glance down, then let your eyes roam his face as your thigh pressed against him. Spencer let out a gasp, leaning into you involuntarily. You cupped his face, bringing it closer so you could kiss the bridge of his nose. 

“Your big heart.”

Spencer’s eyes narrowed. Clearly that wasn’t the answer he expected. You blinked at him with mockingly innocent eyes. “What? It’s the thing I love most about you, Spencer~”

And there it was.

You hoped he hadn’t caught it, but you knew you weren’t lucky enough for that. Spencer stared at you, wide eyed and slack jawed for a different reason now. You stepped away from him and threw your hands over your mouth.

“Did-- you just...?” Spencer stammered. You nodded slowly in response. He seemed thoughtful for a moment. You mustered up the will to tear your hands away from your burning face. 

“I... I’m sorry. It just slipped out! I wasn’t thinking and--” “Well... did you mean it?” He asked, looking at you with knitted brows.�� You were silent, but you nodded sheepishly. “Well then say it,” he placed his hands behind your elbows. You met his longing gaze, one that gave away the beg in his request. Suddenly, you realized your hesitation had been unjustified all this time. Spencer had expressed his love for you in many ways, as you had for him. It was only a matter of saying it now.

“I love you,” You breathed with a growing smile.  Spencer grinned ear to ear. “I love you too!” Excitement dripped from every word of his proclamation. His hands moved slowly to cup your face. The smile didn’t leave his perfect lips, even as he pressed them against yours. You allowed your eyes to flutter closed on instinct, and everything began to melt away. As corny as this felt, you loved every bit of it. That was when the television roared, causing you to scream shortly and whirl around. Even Spencer jumped a little. But you both sighed in relief when you realized it was just the movie you’d left playing. 

Spencer doubled over laughing at your reaction. You crossed your arms and swatted playfully at his arm.  “Not funny!” “Uh, yeah it actually was,” he insisted when he finished laughing at you. “Don’t act like you didn’t get startled, too!” “No, I did! But at least I didn’t scream like a little kid,” he gave you a playful shove. You scoffed and buried into him again, muttering “Rude” lowly, but loud enough for him to hear. Spencer hugged you tightly, sighing happily and swaying side to side with you.

“Can I have the sweatshirt because you love me?” You blurted out. Spencer tilted his head back and laughed, then groaned in defeat. He let go of you to slip the sweatshirt over his head, revealing a white t-shirt that clung to him. He pulled the sweatshirt over your head, trapping your arms inside. You smiled broadly as you were pulled back into him like before, your arms still trapped inside. You hummed, satisfied with your victory and the total fluffy warmth that enveloped you.

You would be sure to express the depth of your gratitude to him later.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Momma Mia

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 702

Summary: The BAU visits a killer that they believe has someone on the outside doing his dirty work. He unveils the readers secret to the whole team before she gets a chance.

Spencer Reid Masterlist

“How are you feeling this morning, Momma?”

Looking at your doctor, you replied happily, “Good, the little one’s not liking much of anything recently.” Your hand absentmindedly, going to your little bump, gently rubbing it.

“And how are we doing, Best Friend?” Your doctor asked sweetly, turning to face Penelope.

“Good! I can’t wait to find out if my Godchild, is a girl or boy!” She clipped, excitedly. 

“Alrighty then! Let’s get started!” Your doctor exclaimed excitedly.

You flinched, as the cold gel was placed on your belly, so the doctor could ‘Fetal Doppler’ on your belly, so she could take a sonogram for you. Penelope, was currently occupying the chair next to you, looking excitedly at the screen.

“Are you ready to find out what you’re having?”

“Yes!” Both you and Penelope, exclaimed at the same time. 

“Its a.....Girl!”

“Do you have any names in mind?” Penelope asked, as she stopped her car at the red light.

“No, not really.” You smiled at her happily, before looking back at the sonogram photo in your hands.

“Does anyone else in the office know?”

“No. I’m only fourteen weeks though. I want to be farther along before I tell them.”

“They won’t judge you, you know....” She let out a hesitant sigh, before continuing, “Everyone loves you, and they’ll support your decision of having a baby. Especially, Reid.”

“Thanks, Penelope, that means a lot.”

As Penelope, pulled into the parking garage, you had a weird feeling of being watched. That feeling was something that, often came with the job. Shaking the feeling off, you put the photo of the sonogram in your purse, and met Penelope by the trunk of her car.

The ride up to the BAU, office was full of laughter, and smiles. That all changed the second, the both of you stepped foot into the bullpen. You were both met with gruesome and somber faces. Glancing at each other, you both knew that it meant this was going to be a tough case. Sighing together, you both went your separate ways. Penelope making her way to her bat cave, and you making your way to your desk. 

“The current killer is behind bars. He seems to have minions on the outside, doing his work for him.”

Your head was resting in your hand that was on the conference table. Nauseousness taking over your body. As the briefing went on, you were growing sicker and sicker.

Bolting up, you barely muttered an “Excuse Me.” Before practically, running out of the conference room towards the bathroom. You knew Penelope, would be following you. She had been present since the day, you found out. She was your best friend, and now she was more like your sister with each growing day. 

“Maybe, you should tell Hotch you have to sit this one out.”

Letting out a deep sigh, you continued drying your hands while responding, “I can’t do that Penelope. The team needs me.”

“Right! But they’ll understand!”

Looking at her, you could tell she was keeping something from you, “What is it, Penelope?”

She only responded with a hum. You gave her a knowing glare. 

“The Unsub is killing pregnant women.” She blurted.

“I’ll be o-”

“One’s that are early in their pregnancies.” She cut you off, while giving you a worried look.

Both you and Penelope exited the bathroom.

“Lover boy’s coming.” Penelope said as she left.

“Hey, Y/N.” 

“Hey, Spence.”

“Want to get lunch?”

“Sure!”

_______________________________________________________

“So what are you and Lover Boy?”

Sighing, this was always a conversation that you hated, “I don’t know.”

“You’ve been on a couple dates!”

“I know! But we haven’t had the conversation yet.”

_______________________________________________________

“Y/L/N, you’ll interview the unsub with Morgan.” Hotch said, “If anything happens, we’ll be watching behind the glass.”

Rossi, Hotch and Reid all made movements towards disbursing. 

Sitting down at the interrogation table, you and Morgan were met with a disturbing laugh. 

“My, my. Miss Y/N. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person.”

You froze. Fear overwhelmed your whole body. ‘How does he know my name? How does he know me?’ 

“I see you haven’t told them yet.” He said with a sly smile on his face.

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[alittlelessthanacirclefics]

"What was that?"

"The camera."

"No, the yelling."

"Agent Morgan."

😂 Spence's lack of surprise.

[gyllord]

"Who's scared now ?"

A/N : I’m French so please if my English is not correct, do not hurt me xD

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader

Summary : You and Luke are at Universal Studios for Halloween but you are afraid of everything, But who said that boys are not afraid too ?

Word Count: 547

Today was Halloween so Luke decided to invited you to go with him at Universal Studios to celebrate Halloween. You didn’t like the idea because you were scared of praticaly everything. You saw one horror movie in your life and that was « Child’s Play » and that was all, you were so scared. You didn ‘t like doll or spiders, witches, ect.. But you decided to come all the same.

So here you were both, at Universal Studios surround by zombies, witches, strange doctors and other things who were scaring you. Luke wanted to do the maze inspired by the movie « Saw » You accepted, but did you do the right thing ? You didn’t even know this movie. You entered in the maze, holding Luke’s hand, you were walking in the maze, enter in each room where you were between a really scary puppet whose name was Jigsaw as Luke told you and bloody body. This first attraction was scary but you didn’t yell one time.

« I thought that you were going to yell when I decided to come here with you. I mean, I know that you don’t like thing like that » said Luke impressed.

« I am stronger than you think, it's not makeup and poorly made costumes that will scare me” You lied to him, you didn’t him to know that you were scared

Now this turn was for….Jason from Friday the 13th ! Yeyyy ! No really you were not exciting but Luke was  here so no problem, No ? Everything was ok until the end of the maze when you  heard a chainsaw noise. You were glued to Luke, clinging to him, nothing could take you from him. Luke held you firmly, he knew that you was scared, he found that really cute. He was protecting you from any person deguised in zombie or witche that could scare you. You were now out of this maze, of this hell, this one was scarier that the first one.

 “This time you can’t tell me that you were not scared” Luck said laughing

“Yey, ok maybe but the next one I won’t be scared” you told him looking for another attraction to do “Okay this one, let’s do it !” You exclaimed.

“This one ? the attration of “Child’s Play” ? Are you sure ? Because when we saw the movie together, you were scared more than once” he said

“Of course I’m sure. Wait, are you scared?” You asked him laughing

“No I’m not I was just worried about you , the fact that you will be very scared”

“Hum Hum”

You didn’t know if this was the truth or not. But he was him, Luke  who is afraid of nothing. Actually if you choose this maze, that was because you saw the movie so you knew what you will be confronted with whereas you hadn’t saw the other movies. In the maze, you saw Chucky, more than once but this wasn’t really scary. At the middle of the attraction, a screamer face to you and Luke . He shouted and you were a little bit scared but….HE SHOUTED! He was scared ! This was the first time that you were seeing him scared, this was so unexpected that you let out a laugh.

« Who’s scared now ? » You said laughing

[lyrelyretheresmeninthathorse]

A Secondary Characteristic

Summary: After the team chat about attraction, reader is determined to test one of Spencer’s theories.

A/n: Thank you for the request! My uni exams are over for this year so hopefully I’ll get back into a regular routine with posting! Please let me know what you think 🖤❤️

Masterlist I Requests

Sipping your coffee you immediately held back a grimace at the sweetness. Garcia had kindly brewed it for you and, from the taste, had also dumped several packets of sweetener in the drink before handing the mug to you with a grin. Casually, you placed the mug back on the tabletop, slyly pushed it several inches from you, and folded your hands in your lap as you nodded along to Emily’s story.

“I just don’t get it!” She lamented finally, a sigh escaping her, “are guys just habitually dropped on the head as kids?”

Garcia giggled raucously, whilst your amused eyes flickered to the figures appearing in the doorway. Cocking an eyebrow at Emily you offered, “why don’t you ask them?”

“Ask us what?” Morgan questioned, almost nervously, as he settled heavily into his chair.

Spencer sat more lightly beside you, as was usual, and shot you a smile. It was that shy smile of his where his eyes struggled to meet yours. It was so very familiar to you, this nervous little uptick of his lips, as it was usually the first smile he offered you each morning. Leaning slightly over the table, you pushed the plastic tray of day old biscuits towards him. He took one of the chocolate covered ones and murmured a thanks to you before his attention was taken by Emily’s response.

“Do guys just have this… innate inability to think straight when breasts appear?”

Morgan laughed and cast a questioning gaze over the group. “And where has this come from?”

JJ, through a mouthful of vanilla wafer, answered with a chortle. “Emily had a date last night.”

“A bad date,” you specified quickly, sharing a humoured look with Spencer.

“No, not a bad date,” Emily corrected with faux sternness, “a disaster. We had this beautiful waitress and he spent the whole night ogling her chest whenever she came over.” She paused briefly to take a sip of her coffee. “I could barely even order my starter because he interrupted to ask for her number.”

Morgan guffawed at that particular revelation, sending Garcia tail spinning into hysterics alongside him. Emily was also laughing despite herself, her attempt at a semi-serious question coming out stuttered and uneven.“So, come on,” she managed before another chuckle bubbled past her lips, “tell me. What, do boobs just turn off all your brain cells?”

Morgan gave a half-hearted shrug. “What do you want me to say?” Defensively, he held out his palms. “I’m a guy.” Was all he gave, as though it provided answer enough and, unfortunately, it seemed to. Feeling the annoyance of all the women at the table flaring , he looked to the only other man for support. “Back me up here, Reid.”

In a show of his intelligence, he did not immediately back up his friend’s clearly controversial opinion. Instead, Spencer gave a more measured and academic response. “You know, there’s actually very little logical reason to find breasts sexually arousing.” Immediately, you raised your eyebrows at that; you were almost certain that you had caught his eyes wandering over your figure at least once or twice.

Morgan voiced your disbelief. “Okay, okay, no logical reason sure but c’mon, attraction is never logical.”

Spencer didn’t seem to understand Morgan’s request for a departure from logic and barrelled on oblivious. “I’m serious! They’re not even primary sex organs, they’re classified as secondary characteristics of-“

“Alright, alright,” Morgan stalled him with disappointment, “I get it, thanks for backing me up, man.”

JJ patted Spencer on the back and gave an encouraging, “well, I think that was a great response, Spence.”

All through the ensuing conversation you were watching Spencer with a crinkled brow that slowly smoothed out as a devious plot formed in your mind. Drumming your fingers upon the table you fidgeted in your seat in a poor attempt at stemming your rapidly building excitement.

-

Four hours later and you were walking to the group’s favourite bar for the usually scheduled Friday night drinks. You had taken a break from tradition and gone home after work to change. The others had wasted no time in questioning your motivations but you reassured them that you would meet them there.

You walked into the bar, coat wrapped tightly around your torso, and you pushed your way through the inebriated crowd. A hand waved at you through the crowd and, quickly recognising that the hand belonged to JJ, you drifted over to the table. “You made it!” She welcomed you with a hug.

Spencer quietly gained your attention. “I-uh- I saved a seat for you.”

You heard Morgan snickering somewhere to your left, but you ignored him and sent a warm smile to Spencer. “Thanks.”

Taking a deep breath, you unwrapped your coat from your torso and casually slung it over the seat that Spencer had so thoughtfully saved for you. You were a confident individual by nature, but even you felt some stirrings of nerves at how much cleavage you were currently displaying.

A low whistle sounded from Emily before, in a high tone, she excitedly told you; “Damn! Look at you, you got a hot date tonight or what?”

You shrugged as you sat down, answering with a forced casualness as you looked down at your chest. “What? They’re just secondary characteristics, right Spencer?” You looked up at him with the wide doe eyes of the entirely innocent.

He swallowed thickly, eyes darting all over the place in a clear sign that he didn’t quite know where to look. “Uh… y-yeah,” he eventually managed.

You certainly weren’t satisfied with that, as flustered as he may be.

Fiddling with the left strap of your top, you pulled Spencer’s attention to the thin strip of fabric. “Spencer, what fabric do you think this is made from?” He gave the fabric a very cursory glance before quickly looking up to the ceiling of all places. “Cmon Spencer, please take a look!” In a nervous gesture he swept his hand through his hair, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down before he nodded resolutely to himself and looked towards the fabric. “It’s been bugging me since I bought this top,” you explained lowly, “the label says cotton blend but blended with what?”

“I-“ he started hoarsely before clearing his throat and trying again. “I’m not sure.”

“Oh,” you pouted before leaning considerably closer to him with your arms pressing your breasts together. “Feel it, I think it feels like nylon but who knows?”

“Uh-“ he tried to protest but you pouted again and he gave in immediately. Fingers reaching out to feel the fabric strap his knuckles brushed against your bare skin and you gave a small hum of satisfaction that only he could hear. His fingers stilled and his, now darkened, eyes met yours before he struggled out; “it-it’s nylon.” Immediately after these words had left his lips he staggered up from his chair and rather loudly announced “I-uh-I’m gonna get some air.”

As he rushed away you felt almost guilty but satisfaction saved you from any significant ill-feeling. JJ snickered beside you, stirring her fruity cocktail as she shook her head with a wry smirk. “You’re evil, you know that?.”

Huffing, you smirked and made an attempt at defending yourself. “Oh cmon, I was just… proving a point.”

Morgan laughed and looked to Spencer’s now vacated seat with raised brows, “what, by giving boy wonder a stroke?”

Grimacing, you looked out to where Spencer had disappeared to. Clicking your tongue, feeling remorse tinging your victory, you stood up. “I better go… apologise.”

You made it barely two steps before Emily called out to you, “take your coat maybe?”

Nodding, you backtracked and grabbed the garment from the chair. “Good plan.”

[qslovebot]

Spencer Reid: Boyfriend Material

PART ONE: So bare with me. Imagine dating Spencer- EXCEPT, through these MGG pics that are totally boyfriend material and we pretend it's Spence being a little fucking weirdo

he's probably sending you this because he misses you. He wouldn't even tell you that he misses you, he'd just send the photo and say

"Hey"

then wait for you to ask what's wrong.

I imagine Garcia being like "Reid, you look totally badass right now and speaking as a woman who likes a bad boy and knows your girlfriend well... I think she deserves to enjoy this." So she takes a picture of Reid and he's like 'oh alright' and sends it to you later and says

"I'm fine... Garcia thought you might like to see me bruised and broken but I don't really understand the appeal, so tell me every thought you're having."

This is taken just after they wrap a case and have a little while to blow off steam before they can take the jet home. Spencer finds a dinosaur and thinks it'll cheer you up because he's been gone a while.

'JJ took this one and I have to say it felt nice to be taller than the dinosaur because scientifically dinosaurs were very tall. Also, it's been thought out that dinosaurs probably had feathers."

'I have found a fish'

He's probably out with Derek and he's like "Derek, my s/o loves fish, I have to!" and Derek is like "okay loverboy, whatever floats her boat." and then he sends the photo to you with just those five words.

he just sends you this from his hotel room on the case and the only words he has to say is

'I didn't have my go-bag'

Meaning he literally doesn't have his clothes with him and he probably found these clothes somewhere or had to borrow someone else's until the morning.

Picture yourself with him in Vegas for a holiday and he probably just left you to get food or something and runs into some random guy on the Vegas strip who adorns him with this crystal necklace and Spence sends you a picture of it with NO context. Just him outside the food place with a random necklace.

You just get sent this randomly with no context before he takes off on the way home on the jet and when he gets home he explains that Garcia pranked Spencer by putting him in a purple sweater and some other funky clothes while he was sleeping and woke him up and took the photo on his phone and sent it to you without him even knowing.

He sends you this and since he's more forward and a little less super-smart-spence with you, he flat out asks

'is this button-open thing sexy or did the gay guy at the corner lie to me?'

📷

Garcia made me part 36738

After a case, Garcia and JJ kidnap Spencer and turn him into this and to be honest, sometimes he doesn't mind it.

'I feel fancier than usual.'

He does seem shy most of the time, but he's so much more comfortable with what he sends to you. You call him in his hotel room and you've had a bad day and you don't bring it up as you're afraid it'll be a burden but he profiles the way you speak and sends you this after you hang up with him, just because he loves you and wants you to feel better

'You are my favourite person'

accompanies the picture. And it works-you smile.

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Spencer: Get it fucking together. Fuck. I cannot do this anymore.

I might begin my first series involving Spencer and a reader. Tell me what you think.

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Matthew Gray Gubler makes my heart explode and fills my life with joy...does anyone relate?¿?

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I literally JUST sat down - Take Me Back, I guess (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ORfHOZ5LL9 A year after leaving the BAU, Y/N gets pulled back in to the world of UnSubs and mystery when a dead body turns up in her bookstore, along with a cryptic message left on her bed. But, it's been a year, can she really get back into the groove? And, more importantly, does she really have what it takes to leave again?

[haileygarciasunshine]

BAU meets NCIS

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Criminal Minds x NCIS crossover

Warning: Swearing, Violence

Word Count: 716

Aaron Hotchner Masterlist

(I’m thinking of doing a Criminal Minds x NCIS x Bones crossover🤷‍♀️)

As you exited your car, your phone started ringing. Looking at who was calling, you denied the call. They called again, and you denied the call again. Finally on the third try, you answered, “What!?”

“Did I leave my sweatpants over at your place?”

“I don’t know, Tony. I’m walking into work, I can’t exactly check.”

“Someone’s a ray of sunshine this morning.”

“Someone’s full of jokes this morning.” You responded in the same mocking tone as he did.

Hanging up, you knew in the back of your mind he wasn’t wrong. You had woke up late, which caused you to not be able to stop and get coffee on the way to work. Once, you arrived at your desk, there was a cup of coffee waiting for you. Picking it up, it hadn’t been too long since the kind person left it for you. Sitting, down in your chair, you saw the note.

‘Dinner at my place? I’ll drive? -H’

Looking, up y/e/c was met with his brown ones. It was a fairly, new relationship, you’ve only been on a few dates with Hotch but nothing major. He was standing over the bullpen, nonchalantly but when your eyes immediately met his, you knew he was looking for the answer to his question.

Giving him a discreet nod and smile, he found his answer. He found himself beginning to smile in return, before Rossi interrupted his train of thought.

It had been a slow past couple of weeks. This meant you were able to have the weekends off, during the slow time. By the time the end of the day came around, most of the BAU team had gone home.

��Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” You greeted him with a soft smile.

“Are you ready to go?”

You hummed in response.

As you walked side by side, out of the bullpen, you felt a giant soft hand, reach for yours intertwining your fingers together. His action caught you off guard, causing the butterflies in your stomach to erupt.

“Is Jack joining us for dinner?”

“Nope. He’s staying at a friends house.”

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Once dinner was finished, you washed the dishes and he dried them and put them away. The evening was coming to a close, an evening you didn’t want to end. As you were getting ready to leave, Hotch stopped you.

“Stay the night?”

Turning around, you were face to face with a man towering you, “Are you sure?” Voice barely above a whisper.

Taking steps forward, he pushed you against his front door. One hand roaming your body before resting on your hip, while the other made its way to your jaw, before tiling your head upwards. Placing a feather light kiss on your lips.

His hips collided with yours pinning yours to the door, causing you to gasp. Taking advantage of your open mouth, he slid his tongue in, wrestling with yours. The hand on your hip, traveled down to your butt giving it a light squeeze.

Both hands traveled down to the back of your thighs, picking you up gracefully. Your hands that were knotted in his hair, were now gripping his shoulders keeping your balance.

His mouth moved to the side of you neck placing open mouthed kisses, sucking and biting, leaving his mark behind, as he made his way up the stairs and to his room.

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“Hotch!” You shrilled at him as you both entered, the elevator.

Chuckling he questioned, “What, baby?”

“Look at my neck!” Pointing your finger at the area in question.

Stepping forward, he wrapped his areas around your waist, placing kisses on the opposite side of your neck.

“It looks to me,” he said as he reached your sweet spot leaving another hickey in his wake, “like you have a possessive boyfriend.”

At this point, you were in bliss, not paying much attention to the words coming out of his mouth, rather the pleasure he was giving you instead.

Composing yourself, you exited the elevator, only to see straus standing with a group of people, in the middle of the BAU bullpen.

“Miss Y/L/N, Agent Hotchner.”

“Straus.”

The both of you joining the rest of the BAU team.

“Today, we are joined by the NCIS, team-“

Tony cut her off, before she could say anymore, “Hi Y/N!”

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“Do You Still Find Me Attractive?”

Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader

Length: 730 words

Warnings: female reader, pregnant reader

“Do you still find me attractive?”

“Hmm?” There was a muffle shuffling noise in the bathroom, before Y/N saw her partner emerge, his skin glistening slightly from the shower he’d just taken. “Baby, why are you asking me this?” He didn’t agree or disagree, which made Y/N’s thought spiral slightly. “Babe?” Derek ducked down to the height of Y/N, who was sitting on their shared bed. He stared intently at the sad, uncomfortable look on her face. Derek Morgan was a highly skilled FBI profiler, with years of training and experience under his belt – but he didn’t need any of that to know, “Is this to do with your weight gain?” Her awkward mention of it, earlier in the evening, came to the fore-front of his mind.

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, Derek’s question only confirming what she believed to be true; that her weight made her unattractive to him.

“Aw,” The man in question pulled Y/N close, nestling her into his bare chest, “Baby, first of all; you will always be sexy to me. Secondly; the weight gain is supposed to happen, honey, you’re having a baby!” Derek ran his warm palm over the bump under Y/N’s chest. “We’re having a baby, but that doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to you, Y/N!” He pressed a kiss to one of her damp cheeks. “Honestly, you being pregnant fascinates me. Like,” Derek gazed at Y/N’s stomach region, “Our baby is in there!” He uttered the words with reverence, genuinely amazed at this incredible process of creating life.

Derek saw so much ending-of-life, it was truly nice to it forming, for once.

“R-Really?” Y/N had stopped her crying, but her nose was stuffy now, making her sound odd to him. “You’re not disgusted, w-with me?”

Derek immediately picked up on that word, “Why would you think I found you ‘disgusting’?” His eyebrows drew together, both suspicious and confused.

She avoided his eyes, “It’s, uh, just something I overheard at the coffee-shop.”

“What?” Derek felt a familiar feeling overcome him, the need to protect another member of his family strong. He had always been protective of those who mattered to him, but this was the woman he loved, carrying his baby.

“It doesn’t matter, now!” Y/N insisted to him gently, seeing the obvious anger in her partner’s eye, “Some douchey guys, they were talking about how pregnant women disgusted them… and then I got thinking; ‘what if you thought that?’! Basically, I, uh, made a mountain out of a molehill.” Y/N made sure she seemed casual, but Derek wasn’t easy to fool.

“You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?” She refused to meet is eye-line, making him worry about her train of thought, at this time. “Y/N, I love you. I love you, because after a long day trying to catch really bad people, spending even a minute in your presence soothes me. I love you, because of the lame puns you say, the ones that only you find funny. They make you laugh, and the sound of your laughter calms me.” Derek watched as Y/N looked up at him, tears once again forming in her eyes, only this time due to emotions she was experiencing, due to his words. “Y/N Y/L, I am deeply in love with you, for who you are on the inside. It’s what’s on the inside that fuels my attraction to your outside.” He ran one hand over her cheek, the other taking a more risqué path to her backside, gently touching her in ways that excited her. “Got it?”

Nodding, Y/N smiled at the man in front of her. Both of them had their issues, but they both also knew that the other was there for them, to help and guide them to happiness. “I love you, too.” Y/N leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to Derek’s face, trailing them slowly over his cheeks and jaw, before eventually finding his lips.

Derek pressed his lips to hers then, not-too-gently either. He was seeking to make Y/N realise just how attracted to her, he was. When he felt Y/N smile into their passionate lip-lock, he knew that any thought of negativity, of him not being attracted to her, were lost in their embrace entirely. And, as he softly pushed her to lay on their bed, to further prove his attraction to her, he was not mad about that.

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The Truth Comes Out || Spencer Reid

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Spencer Reid X OC

Words: 1,258

Spencer wished that he had found out in any other way. When he finally makes his way back to the office he is still hurt. Will he be able to keep it together when it comes to talking with Emma?

Spencer knew that he had over reacted. He had never been certain when it came to his emotions, but he knew that this hurt, a lot. He and Emma had had an unusual connection that neither could explain. So, the thought that she could lie to him ate away at him inside.

Pain weighed heavy on his shoulders as he slumped around the office avoiding the remaining members of the team. He couldn’t face them after the scene he had caused earlier. There would be a great deal of sympathy towards him and, despite the pain he felt, he didn’t believe he deserved it. Not after what he had done to Emma.

He had seen the guilt in her eyes as she relayed the facts. It was clear that in her heart she wished she had told him. However, in the moment he hadn’t noticed the tell-tale shifts in her behaviour. He was a profiler and a genius, and he had missed it all.

There was one thing he didn’t miss. Hours after the argument he had managed to compose himself enough to find the rest of the team and help to find Emma’s friend, Paisley. So, he began to make his way through the bullpen and towards Garcia’s office, in the hopes that it would be a less populated location where he could help.

On his journey, there had been many people looking in his direction. Their gazes had been laced with judgment and he had began to hang his head in shame. Even before their looks had penetrated his walls, he knew that he had taken it too far. Now, he felt more pain from the thought of his behaviour than he did from being lied to for almost nine years.

Yet, almost like he had stepped into another life, every negative thing he was feeling evaporated. His eyes fixed on a sight he didn’t know he needed until he saw it. Then, he was addicted. The smile that was plastered on his face was one that he never wanted to lose.

Emma and Lacey had made their way into Garcia’s office, to get out of the crowds of people. Even with Lacey’s determination, and Garcia’s constant lollypop disposal, Emma had managed to get her to settle on her lap.

As Lacey’s breathing rhythm had become more rhythmic and slowed, Emma’s eyes had begun to grow heavy. Soon, she had joined her daughter in a restless sleep. When Spencer noticed this, he knew that he had to leave her, but at the same time he didn’t want to look away. He had already missed so much.

“Hey,” Emma mumbled, her voice and mind still blurred with sleep.

Without thinking, Spencer placed his hand on her shoulder supportively, “I was going to leave you.”

“Well, I’m awake now,” She smiled, trying to stretch before she remembered that she had an eight-year-old asleep on her lap. “Spence, I-”

“Please, don’t apologise again.” Spencer whispered, pulling the spare chair up beside her. “I shouldn’t have been so abrasive earlier. I overreacted.”

“You didn’t,” Emma whispered, using her free hand to stroke Lacey’s curls behind her ear. “I should have told you in college, it should have been your choice whether you knew her or not. Then, when I saw you again I should have told you so that we could work out when it was best to introduce you to her.”

“You were thinking about her first.” Spencer whispered, mimicking Emma’s previous action with the elder blonde’s hair. A smile played at Emma’s lips as she leant into Spencer’s hand.

Sighing, Emma joined her eyes with his, “I was, but I was also scared.”

“Why?”

“I thought that you may hate me when I told you. That you would try and get custody. It was stupid, but I didn’t want to lose my baby.” Emma explained, tears welling in her eyes.

Wetting his lips with his tongue, Spencer sighed before declaring, “I never would have tried to take her away.”

“I know, but that didn’t stop me from being scared.” Emma explained. “I hadn’t even realised that that was a factor, real or perceived, before I told you just then.”

“Well, I’m glad you aren’t holding it in anymore,” Spencer whispered, brining his face closer to hers.

“So am I,” Emma replied, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. “But there is something else I need to say.”

“Hmm, what is that?” Spencer questioned, taking in each of Emma’s reactions.

Rolling her eyes slightly, Emma answered, “I think you know, please don’t make me say it.”

There was no denying that the pair had a connection. After losing each other nine years ago, they believed they would never feel something the same again. However, when they found each other again, there was no way either of them could deny it again.

So, there had been countless times they had found themselves in this proximity. Their hearts were racing in their chests, claiming every ounce of deniability they had. Both of the pairs eyes fleeted to the other lips, wanting nothing more than to return to where they belong. However, they never had the best timing.

This time, the young blonde had begun to stir on Emma’s lap. This caused Spencer to pull back and retreat from his previous space of confidence. Looking down at her daughter, Emma knew that she had to introduce her to Spencer soon. However, introducing him as her father was not the way to go about it. From the look she shared with Spencer, she was pretty sure he knew too.

“I can go.” Spencer whispered as the young girl began to rub her eyes and yawn.

Shaking her head, Emma straightened Lacey on her lap, causing the girl to wake completely. A trait she had no doubt earnt from her mother.

Looking around the room, Lacey asked, “Where are we, Mommy?”

“At my work.” Emma answered, her brow furrowed slightly. “Do you remember what happened yesterday?”

Lacey looked at Emma with a blank expression that usually came from her being unable to tell what was being said. Taking this in, Emma added, “Mommy needs her other arm, baby.”

“Take my seat,” Spencer stated, about to get up from the spare chair. However, Lacey had a different idea. Before he could stand, she had manoeuvred herself from her mother’s lap to her fathers, though she didn’t know it at that time.

“Baby, Spence may not want you to sit on his lap,” Emma sighed as she signed and spoke the words.

“It’s okay, Em, I’m cool with it.” Spencer explained, causing Emma to raise her eyebrow. After establishing that he was telling the truth, Emma continued to talk with Lacey through ASL.

“If I talk slowly and clearly will you be able to hear me now?” Emma asked, knowing that it usually took her daughter a while to get used to hearing again. Lacey nodded in response. “Okay, Lacey, this is Spencer. He is a really old friend of Mommy’s. I have known him for a long time. Longer than Auntie Paisley.”

“Hello Spencer.” Lacey spoke, looking at him with an odd look. “You have hair like mine.”

“Yeah, you both have curly hair.” Emma smiled, unsure how she had gone so long without realising that he was where she had gotten that trait from.

“I’m Lacey.” She declared, ignoring her Mom’s comment.

Smiling as he looked up at Emma, who knew the story behind his smile, Spencer replied, “That is a very pretty name.”

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Prompts | Asks

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Extra Credit

Summary: Reader visits Spencer at his office and inadvertently discovers that some of his students are interested in more than his seminars.

A/n: Please let me know what you think! Thanks so much for all the follows recently ❤️🖤

Masterlist I Requests

The receptionist had been incredibly helpful, directing you to your destination succinctly and perfectly. You had allowed yourself an extra ten minutes, wanting to be on time but doubting your own ability to navigate an unfamiliar environment. The building, at least the parts of it you saw on your journey to Spencer’s office, was grandiose in a strangely cosy kind of way. Although, you thought distantly, the patter of rain upon thick windows always inspired a cosy feeling.

The corridors were rapidly emptying as you wandered against the flow of quickly exiting students. Wistfully, you remembered these days; rushing from the building on a Friday night to ignore your impending assignments in favour of some disappointing party that ended in you throwing up in your dorm room. And now, here you were all these years later, on a Friday night rushing to meet your husband.

Time really is a funny thing.

Your existential musings paused as you reached his door. The sight of his name on the door made you smile as you tapped your knuckles against the door. Spencer answered quickly. An affection softened his gaze as he recognised you and quickly ushered you inside. Behind the privacy of a closed door you smoothed your hands over his chest and raised precariously onto your tiptoes to peck his lips.

“Hi,” he gave when you dropped down to your heels, his hands lightly placed over the curve of your hips.

“I missed you,” you responded with a smile.

It was true; you had missed him terribly. Now that his presence on a case was not an inevitability that you could count on, you struggled through each day away from him with nothing but his voice on the phone to keep you company. You honestly could not understand how JJ had managed all these years.

Spencer ducked his head to kiss you, confirmation enough that he had missed you too. “How was it?” He asked quietly.

You shrugged with a sigh. He knew as well as you that your cases were never able to be summarised in a selection of light-hearted footnotes. “It was…heavy.”

He nodded his understanding, lips pursing in concern as he sent a sweeping gaze over your figure. “But you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” you told him, because you were; despite the purple-green bruise flowering over your ribs that he could not see beneath your shirt.

The air felt heavy, your reunion weighed down by the still unshared details of this last case. You tried to lighten the mood, change the topic; the case and all it’s paperwork were not going anywhere and would still be awaiting you Monday morning. “Are you not gonna give me a tour, Professor?” You asked, a teasing smile leaving you, as you sent a brief gaze over your surroundings.

Spencer laughed with a nod, stepping back from you as he looked over the space. “Sure,” he prefaced, moving to gesture at his desk. “This is my desk,” he told you, obviously.

Hiding your giggle behind the back of your hand, you moved to the chair tucked behind the desk. With the most puzzled expression you could muster, you pointed to it and asked; “What is this?”

Lips twisting, he played along. “That is a chair.”

Tutting, you gave the chair a light push and absently watched it spin. “Aren’t you supposed to stand up more at work or something? Sitting is the new smoking, right?”

“Actually,” you smiled to yourself as you looked up to watch the lengthy explanation you were sure to receive. “Despite numerous studies into that claim, no link between sitting at work and poor overall health have ever been made.” You nodded, watching and waiting for more as you dropped into his chair. “It’s actually widely considered to be socioeconomic factors linked to when, why and how often individuals-“

An almost timid knock upon his door interrupted his spiel of impressive, if not obscure, knowledge. A little disgruntled at this interruption, you peered at the door. “Sorry,” he told you, as though the interruption were somehow his fault, moving to open the door.

Just before the door clicked open, you gave a reassuring, “it’s okay.”

From your position seated at the desk you could not see who was standing on the other side of the threshold. You ignored their conservation, attention roving instead over the finer details of his office. Books were piled on almost every available flat surface, their spines pointed towards you with names you couldn’t hope to decipher. On his desk there was a picture of the pair of you; it was almost funny, in a sweet kind of way, that he even thought to include that. Could Spencer not merely close his eyes and conjure the perfect image of you?

You were in the middle of making a mental note to ask him about that when your ears caught upon the conversation still happening in the doorway.

Spencer, strangely, sounded confused. “From what I understand, your grades are perfectly fine.”

“But,” came an oddly lowered voice, “extra-credit couldn’t hurt, right?”

Your eyes widened and mouth dropped open as you wondered if this were really happening right now. Surely, you were placing intentions on the girl’s words that were not actually there. Surely.

If Spencer had come to the same conclusion as you, he very kindly pretended that he hadn’t and offered her a way out. “I don’t think you’re actually in my class.” The way he phrased it was strangely thoughtful. He most certainly would remember if she was in his class but his act of uncertainty may save her from embarrassment. Well, you thought wryly, more embarrassment.

She did not take the offered escape route. Voice dropping even lower, sounding now as though she had a substantial cough rather than the seduction she had likely hoped for, she pushed further. “Oh, but surely there’s something I can do for you?”

Something in the way she said it made it impossible to stifle your laughter. A cough escaped you as you struggled against your fit of giggles. Realising that the conversation at the door had entirely stalled in response to your laughter, you slapped a hand over your mouth - still quietly giggling.

The girl’s voice sounded again, significantly higher in pitch. “Who’s that?” You could almost imagine the deer in headlights expression overtaking her at the prospect of being discovered in her misguided attempts to seduce a professor.

“Oh,” Spencer gave, a lightness in the tone as his head turned to look at you. “It’s just my wife.” You had risen from the chair at this point, darting around the desk to catch sight of the poor girl and sending her an awkward wave as you did so.

She looked very nice, you had to admit; she had chosen a skirt, of course, but had paired it with such a nice shirt that you almost wanted to ask where she had bought it. “Nice to meet you,” you told her instead.

“You…I-“ she stuttered out, mortification overtaking her youthful visage. Quickly, she shot out, “thanks for the help,” before almost running away down the corridor.

Spencer lingered at the doorway briefly, expression indicating that his mind was busy trying to decipher a reasonable explanation for the interaction. When he closed the door you allowed yourself laugh more fully, secure in the knowledge that the poor girl would not hear you now.

Raising your eyebrows at his lack of response, you asked; “has that happened before?”

Looking back at the door, eyes crinkled in confusion, he shook his head. “I’m not even sure what happened.”

You rolled your eyes at him. Stepping closer, you smoothed a hand over his arm in an attempt to reassure that you were not about to get mad about a student trying so hard to seduce him. “Oh, come on, sweetheart.” You pushed.

His confusion did not abate even with your prompting.

“Really?” You asked, disbelieving. “You, an experienced FBI profiler, cannot work out what just happened?”

Your insistence seemed only to confuse him more as he looked back at the closed door once more as though it held the answer. When, somehow, his brain remained without a solution you huffed another laugh.

“God,” you began, feeling a little awkward with no understanding as to why. “I don’t know how to explain this nicely. She was…” you pinched the bridge or your nose, “flirting with you.”

At your words, he looked utterly taken aback. “Why?”

Hands smoothing over his chest, dipping beneath his blazer, you cocked your head with a smirk. “Oh, I don’t know,” you murmured wryly, “why would anyone want to flirt with their handsome, smart, sweet Professor who explains things with his large hands as much as he does with his mouth?”

Eyebrows raised, he swallowed thickly at the seduction you sprinkled into the words. “I-uh-I don’t think that’s what she was doing?”

You knew him well enough to recognise that he really was being sincere. You felt a little stab of guilt as you looked at him. He had been definitively stuck in to minds over this partial reassignment, part of him almost excitable at the prospect of academia but another part anxious to be away from cases, the team, and - of course - you. You didn’t want to ruin this positivity by informing him that at least one student was more interested in sleeping with him than his syllabus. “Well,” you started diplomatically, “maybe your wife is a little biased.”

He seemed unconvinced by this change in your words. You weren’t entirely surprised, you had been so adamant earlier and were now trying to change your tune. You really didn’t feel like spelling it out for him but he was leaving you with little choice. You decided to play it coy; you could at least have some fun with this uncomfortable discussion.

Batting your eyelashes, you ducked your head to look up at him through fluttering lashes. “Oh Professor,” you gushed, leaning into him, “there must be something I can do.” Reaching up, you loosened his tie - fingertips lightly tapping against the thrumming pulse in his neck. “There’s really nothing I can do for you to get an A?”

Arching a brow at him, hoping you managed to get your point across, you smirked as he let out an almost laughing breath. “I-uh-think I get it.”

Pressing your lips to his cheek, skin tickled by his dusting of stubble, you giggled. “I always forget you went to college at like… four.”

He laughed properly at that, “I wasn’t four,” he all but scoffed.

“Close enough,” you muttered with a shrug, redoing his tie where you had loosened it. “I do like this professor look on you though.”

His warm hands squeezed your waist as he smiled at that. Brow suddenly furrowing in what you recognised as contemplation, he quickly asked; “wait, so did you… proposition your professors?”

You giggled freely at the question. “No,” you let out between laughter, just managing to tuck his tie back beneath his blazer. “I did ask for extra credit though.”

“You did?” He asked, watching you with great interest as you smoothed his collar and pushed back his hair.

You hummed your affirmative, before adding with a wry smirk; “I didn’t come to the tail end of their office hours in a mini-skirt and with hot red lips though.” After a quick, affectionate, swipe of your thumb over his cheek, you stepped away to collect his satchel from behind his desk. “I turned up in floods of tears, mascara tracking down my cheeks, basically on my knees begging them not to fail me.”

His lips quirked up. “That’s quite an image.”

“What, me crying and hyperventilating over my shitty grades?” You asked, winking at him. “Or me on my knees and begging?”

Head falling back slightly, hands lazily slung into his pockets, he looked over your figure with a delicious gaze. His smirk was answer enough. Lithely, you slunk back to stand before him. “I like the way you think, Professor.”

You reached him, fingers walking up his chest and doe eyes blinking up at him. “Your bag,” you offered, hanging the item from his shoulder.

Greedy hands pulled you closer, arms winding around your waist as his large palms pressed against your shoulder blades, keeping you flush against him. After all this time you would have thought that you would be used to kissing Spencer - but you weren’t. Butterflies still fluttered through your stomach, your heart still swooped, and your head still swam with an excited dizziness. Hands in his hair, forgetting where you were and where you were supposed to be, you opened your lips beneath his.

A sudden, unexpected vibration buzzed in the space between you and you pulled back with a breathy laugh. “And what is that, Professor?”

Reaching into his pocket, revealing his buzzing phone, he muttered an almost strained reply. “Please, stop calling me that.”

“I kinda think you like it,” you whispered as he answered the phone, “Professor,” you murmured into his other ear.

The way his eyes burned so passionately into yours told you that you would end up reaping the benefits of this game at some point in the near future. You pressed your lips softly against the hollow of his neck as he spoke into the phone.

“Uh- yeah,” he stuttered into the receiver, struggling against your ministrations. “We - uh- we’re on our way.”

He hung up quickly after that, the tinny voice on the phone getting cut off mid-sentence. “Sounds like we gotta go.”

“Unfortunately,” he eked out, sending a last set of kisses against your jaw.

“Stop distracting me, Professor,” you purred. “And let’s go.”

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How The BAU Smells:

Spencer Reid: like books and coffee most of the time, but you can smell slight cologne under it. A neutral men's cologne that has a feminine spin on it

Penelope Garcia: I love thinking she smells AMAZING. She probably smells like fuzzy peaches. Not even a knockoff, not-there scent. She most likely smells exactly the way a freshly opened bag of fuzzy peaches smells like but it's aromatic and perfumy

JJ: orange blossom and honey. It's sweet and beautiful and just smells fresh and lovely. Like you just opened a window on a summer night.

Hotch: GOOD cologne. It's not too strong and it's not gross like axe. It's just right, with enough to get someone passing by to stop and tell him he smells good. Very masculine must to the scent, but it's fitting and makes you want to lean in and sniff

Derek Morgan: decent cologne. He has a natural scent that is very masculine and he has a hint of a spice in his scent. Cinnamon, maybe?

Emily Prentiss: she smells like lovely feminine perfume that has spice in it as well. This spice is not cinnamon- I imagine it to be a flowery cayenne scent. She smells strong and powerful.

Rossi: old cologne. He insists it smells refined, but he really just smells old and kind of like musty leather and listerene.