#dr.spencer reid x you

[whowantslovergirl]

hey! can i req a spencer reid dating someone that’s like ,,, taylor swift level of famous? and like maybe the team teases him whenever a romantic song that’s clearly ab him plays?

An: YESYESYES ima use Taylor swift songs and I don’t really listen to her so bare with me guys 😍 all for you my lover 🤍 and please bare with me I’m going to write the teams dynamic as best as possible and I took notes on how to write Spencer the way matthew gray gubler is my husband he just doesn’t know it yet 💋

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Dr.Spencer Reid x famous af! reader ( reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: some cursing, fluff af, and i think that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 💖 criminal minds masterlist

Summary: The team finding out about Spencer’s kinda famous girlfriend

posted: April 6,2023

When Spencer woke up this morning he knew that he was going to have a great day. The team had no cases. He talked to you last night to compliment your new song. And he found out that you’re coming over later tonight.

The day couldn’t be better.

Until he actually went to work.

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You got that James Dean daydream look in your eyes

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

‘Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

He heard your song blasting through the BAU. He saw Penelope singing and dancing.

He never been more confused in his life.

“Hey pretty boy!” Derek yelled since he can’t hear himself think.

“Hey Morgan! What’s going on?!”

“Garcia and her fascination with Y/N L/N!” The music paused.

“I just want it to be known that Y/N L/N has blessed your ears with her angelic voice this morning.” She saw Spencer. “Hey Reid!”

“Hey Garcia.” She continued playing the song.

“What’s going on? It’s way to early for this.” Emily said walking in with her coffee.

“Babygirl’s favorite singer released her new single.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Oh! Replay it! I want to hear it!” And she did what she was told.

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Long story short everyone heard and loved his girlfriend’s new song.

“Hey guys, is it just me or the lyrics sound like Spencer?” JJ said out of nowhere.

Everyone looked at him and agreed.

“Yeah I can see that.”

“You make a good point JJ.”

“It does make sense.” Derek said while inspecting him.

“What! No it doesn’t!”

It does.

“Oh come on Spencer! You got that long hair slicked back white t shirt. That is so you!”

“Just because I have long hair does not mean she is talking about me Penelope.”

‘Besides half of the song isn’t even true.’ He mumbled hoping they didn’t hear them.

But they did.

“What did you just say pretty boy.”

“Shit. Did I say that out loud?”

Penelope gasped. “You never curse unless your hiding something or you’re frustrated! And I’m pretty sure you are not frustrated right now Spencer.”

He didn’t know what to say.

“How would you know half the song isn’t true? You don’t even listen to modern music.” Emily said with a questioning tone.

“Unless you know the song is about you!” Penelope exclaimed.

“Come on! I would not be able to get with Y/N L/N! We are in different calibers. I am a profiler and she is a pop-star with a huge- no, massive fan base. It just would never work.” Everyone looked at him surprised.

“Are you dating Y/N L/N?” Hotch walked in.

“No!”

“You ramble when you’re nervous a lot.” Emily said.

“And he’s getting sweaty.” Derek said with a questioning tone as well.

“Guys I am not dating N/N!”

Shit.

Penelope gasped once again. “You said her nickname!”

He once again was speechless.

He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

You were going to be so mad at him.

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“That’s hilarious!” You said laughing over the phone.

“What! No it’s not N/N.” You rolled your eyes. “So how did your team of profilers find out?”

He told her everything. And she laughed even more.

“Y/N stop laughing!” He said while his face was heating up.

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It was the next day and Spencer found out that you can’t come until next week. So of course his mood is a little down.

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“Why the long face pretty boy.” Derek continues. “Your N/N isn’t coming?” Spencer rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t know because I’m not dating her.”

“Keep telling yourself that Spence.” JJ said and Emily laughed.

“Eek! Y/N is coming out with a new album!” Penelope exclaimed while walking in. “My whole life is complete. I have no more reason of living after such extraordinary news.” Everyone just laughed at her.

“ We should go out together. I need to express my gratitude for this album.”

Everyone just agreed, even Spencer.

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He really missed you but at least he has his friends.

He wasn’t ready for tomorrow.

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Everyone came in work at the same time and saw someone at Spencer’s desk.

“Who is that?” Penelope asked.

The person in the chair turned around and Spencer’s face lit up.

“Hey guys.” You say waving not noticing Spencer yet.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! That’s Y/N L/N! She’s here!” Penelope said hitting Morgan excitedly.

“Oh my god it is.” He said surprised.

“Have you guys seen Spencer?”

“Y/N” Spencer said surprised as well.

“Spencer!” You said running up to him and jumping into his arms.

The whole team just looked at you guys with shock in their faces.

You guys are totally oblivious at the looks that are being given.

“I thought you weren’t coming until next week.”

“It was obviously a surprise Spence now shut up and kiss me baby!” You say smiling.

You press his lips onto his and he melts in the kiss. Your hands went up to his hair and his hands rest on your hips. Hotch cleared his throat. You two broke apart.

You turn around and apologized and you saw Penelope shaking with excitement.

“You must be Penelope. I have some gifts for you.” You walked over to Spencer’s desk. “This is my new album on a disk and it even has some songs that didn’t make the cut.” You say winking. She was just staring in awe.

“And it’s also signed. I also have backstage passes to a tour that hasn’t been announced yet.” She squealed and you just laughed.

She looked at your boyfriend. “I’m never letting her go.”

Everyone laughed.

Spencer is not living this one down.

An: AHHHHH I just want to apologize for not giving exactly want the request said this just took a mind of its own fr but I hoped you enjoyed until I post again my lovers 🤍

[bensonsbobblehead]

The Village it Takes 

pairings; Spencer Reid x Mom!reader (ft Daughter!oc)

Spencer fakes his death ( basically how Emily did) leaving you and your 11 year old daughter behind.

Content Warnings; angst, sadness, talks of death and grief.

a/n; Hiii, I am working on a taglist and how to make one for the future im so sorry im still fairly new to this.

wc; 1.0k [ first ]

Spencer was always better with her, you were her best friend but Spencer was her diary. He encouraged her to do things he knew he would never be able to do. She was so outgoing, thanks to you, even though he was shy Ronnie brought out another part of him. After he died everything changed for the household. It was harder for Ronnie to adjust specially as she’s approaching womanhood.  

The two of you had argued almost everyday just for it to end with her breaking down in the end. You knew this was just her way of dealing with her father being taken from her. That didn’t make it any better for you though. Seeing Cameron like this was the hardest thing ever.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so mean mom.” She spoke after two hours of silently watching tv, “I just miss dad so much I want to scream. Some days it hurts to breathe and it makes me so angry. I miss him” she said randomly as you both watch tv together.

Thirteen was suppose to be a fun age where you begin to learn who you are or could be. Camerons chance was taking from her now she’s consumed with this grief. The same grief you were dealing with in your own way. It hurt you so much he was missing his beautiful creation grow up. 

You pushed her glasses up off the bridge of her nose, “I know its so hard, I miss him so much it hurts to breathe but I have you and you have me, this is how we get through it.” Kissing her on the temple.

You pulled you daughter into your side rocking her until she fell asleep. You were both abruptly awoken by the sound of your phone ringing. A call from Aaron Hotchner, which wasnt rare but why was he calling so late? He said in a few words that you needed to head to the BAU. 

You gathered your things wondering what in the world this could be about. You held Ronnie’s hand as you headed up to the office. Your heart was ponding reminding you of the last time you were here. You had came to clear out Spencer’s desk and collect his badge. You remembered it like it was yesterday. All the sad eyes watching you attempt to pick up the pieces of what was abruptly left behind. 

“Do you think something bad happened again?” She asked squeezing your hand harder. 

“I’m not sure Rons” you tried to reassures her also wondering the same thing. You all were led to the bullpen with Cameron opting to sit at her dads old desk. The room was filled with your husband family, Jennifer, Aaron, Emily, Penelope, Rossi, and Luke.

“As you all know Dr.Spencer Reid was pronounced dead three years ago.” Confusion spread across everyone’s face and Aaron continued, “Three years ago I made a decision to keep the identity of Dr. Reid and I take full responsibility.” 

“What do you mean keep the identity of him a secret?” You asked still completely confused, 

“Mr.Scratchs son was caught and killed by the fbi a few hours ago. Three years ago he couldn’t know Spencer was still alive and neither could any of you. Once again I say I take full responsibility” Your face cringing at the name of the man who caused you and your family so much pain. 

Then it hit you Spencer was still alive?

“Aaron what are you fucking saying to me? That my husband is alive?” If this was true all those days spent talking to his grave meant nothing. The picnics or visits to the grave after Ronnies competitions were nothing. Spencer was walking this earth while you were here going through the worse pain in your life. Asking with glassy eyes, you were pulled out of your thoughts by Penelope head snapping toward the door. 

“Oh my God” she said with tears falling from her blue eyes. 

There he was Spencer Reid, the love of your life, the man that made you a mother, he’s alive after three years. He stood tall and a bit bigger with his long curly hair. 

“Y/N I’m sorry, all of you really.” He walked in giving hugs to everyone in the room. You hadn’t even moved, you didn’t know rather to be happy or angry at him. For never saying anything for letting you believe he was gone. 

“Y/N, can — can I hug you?” He asked sincerely not wanting to startle you. Before you could even think your hand was moving to slap him across the face, your angry completely took over. 

“THREE YEARS SPENCER?!?, you left me and your own DAUGHTER and still slept at night?” You yelled causing the entire room to become silent. Spencer stood there with no response which only made you more upset. 

“Say something! Say why you did? Just fucking give me a reason to put us through this” you were hitting him in the chest causing Hotch to grab you. 

“YOU don’t fucking touch me!” You snapped toward him, the man that watched you break down silently after putting your daughter to bed every night. Aaron had been there for you and Cameron since he “died”.

Jack and Cameron were always friends before her dad passed and were even closer as time went on. Most of the time having Ron distracted helped you deal with your grief with Aaron by your side, he was one of your husband’s closest friends.

“Daddy?” You heard Ronnie’s voice from the door, you completely forgot you even brought her. 

Everyone turned toward the teenage who stood tall just like her father. She was even wear their matching converse they decorated together. Spencer turned taking in his daughter, immediately regretting everything . She grew so tall and looked so mature, he missed it all. 

“Cameron I’m so sorry honey, I never meant to hurt you sweetie” he didn’t move allowing her to feel whatever emotion she needed. Her eyes filled with tear with a small weep escaping her lips. Her breathing became uneven, she was gasping for air. 

“Dad? You’re alive?” She asked grabbing her stomach looking for some sort of comfort.

“Yes, I’m here sweetie.” Spencer said walking toward Cameron causing her to step back while shaking her head.

“No, No, I—-I, Mama I can’t —-” she said falling to the floor, gasping for air. you pushed pass Spencer immediately hoping into mom mode. Spencer stood still unsure of what to do to help his own daughter. His heart shattering seeing the pain all of this has caused.

“Im right here baby, just keep following my breathing.” You told her as you sat on the floor with her, Emily coming to sit with her too. 

“In and out” you guided her as her breathing evened out, “I’m right here with you love” you pulled her into a bear hug while looking back at Spencer.

You all got up from the floor as you headed toward the elevator with your daughter not saying a word to Spencer as he silently followed behind.

[fandomfindings]

Smithereens

Pairing: (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Word Count: 1.5K

Warning(s): Cursing and Violence 

Summary: A Spencer Reid imagine inspired by the song Smithereens by Twenty One Pilots. You and Spencer go to bar and after you accidentally spill a customers drink a fight breaks out between Spencer and the angry patron. 

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"So he only kidnapped those women because they looked like his mom who neglected him as a child?"

"Exactly, and when they didn't fit his motherly needs, he killed them, unfortunately." Spencer said, a hint of sadness in his voice."Luckily though, we got to him before he could kill his most recent kidnapee."

You gave Spencer a meek smile, knowing he would've preferred to save all the killers victims, who wouldn't. Sadly, that wasn't the reality.  

The remaining walk to the small bar from your shared apartment was quiet, not in an uncomfortable way but a content one.

You had missed Spence for, as usual, he was away on BAU business. So merely being in his presence was enough to satisfy the previous need you had to be near him.  

Spence had missed you too. He always does, even if he was just at his building all-day instead of home with you when you had made it home for the day. Spencer especially missed you on this trip, for he couldn't contact you as much as he usually would. This unsub worked fast, so they didn't have much free time outside of the case.

Once at the door of the bar, you opened it, allowing Spencer to step inside first. He bows his head in thanks before entering the semi-crowded bar, its normal state.

The bar was small, and not many knew of it unless they were bar-hopping on the weekend or something of the like. You and Spencer came here whenever he came back from a case, to spend time together and get him to distress before the next inevitable one.

You both headed for the bar to order your drinks before heading to a more secluded table, noticing the bar was where most of the occupants were.

Before you got far, you heard the familiar ring of Spencer's phone, him being in front of you stopped in his tracks, causing you to stop as well. He turned to you and said, "I gotta take this. You going to be okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Find us a seat?" You asked. Spencer nods before walking past you towards the tables and booths that littered the small bar, answering his phone in the process.

"Reid," Spencer answered, letting Hotch know he had picked up his call and was ready to listen.

Spence quickly found a booth towards the back of the room and sat down, facing the front of the building and its door. He always felt more at ease when he could easily see who was entering the establishment, wanting to be aware of his surroundings.

From his seat, Spencer could also see the bar, and therefore you. He watched the smile on your face as you talked to the bartender like you were old friends. You two had been coming here so long he wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.

Your brief conversation with the bartender seemed to cease once they turned around and began to make You and Spencer's drinks. It didn't take them long to do so since you two typically got the same thing every time you came.

The bartender smiled at you one last time before carefully handing you the drinks. You returned the smile; however, you weren't as careful with the glasses.

You turned around and almost immediately made eyes with Spencer. You grinned, cheerfully lifting the beverages almost as if obtaining the drinks was some outstanding achievement. Spencer chuckled lightly at your silly antics; unfortunately, the happy environment didn't last long once the sound of shattered glass filled the bar.

Spencer was briefly confused; the drinks were still in your hands. Granted, they now had less liquid in them, but the glass was still intact. Your boyfriend's confusion quickly went away once he noticed the stunned look on your face as you glanced to your side, seeing an increasingly angry man. In the wake of your excitement, you hadn't noticed the man near you when you had brought your arms back down; you had hit the patron's arm, effectively knocking his drink from his grasp.

You swiftly placed your drinks on the bar before turning to the man and beginning to apologize to him profusely. "Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I can pay for you another."

The man wasn't hearing any of this. He was too focused on the anger building inside of him. He looked between you and the shattered glass that previously held his beer at his feet, knowing he would soon be a sticky mess.

"You made me spill my fucking beer!" He exclaimed, fuming.

You were taken aback with his tone. You understood that he might be upset, but there was no need to shout, especially after you had apologized. "I know, and I apologize. Like I said, I can buy you another one. It's not a problem," You said calmly, not trying to escalate the situation even more than it already had.

The customer seemed to ignore your apologies completely. He stepped closer, causing you to back up into the bar, practically trapping you.

Spencer glanced with wide eyes almost mirroring yours, for they had also increased in size at the stranger's advances. "I got to go," Spencer said to Hotch, realizing he wasn't paying much attention anyway.

Your boyfriend's long legs came in handy, making his way to you in no time. Without hesitation, Spence stepped between you and the upset man, placing a hand along the man's chest, lightly moving him further away from you two.

"Hey, we'll pay for your drink." Spencer reiterated on your behalf.

"Don't put your fucking hands on me, son," The man said, his age appearing in how he spoke.

Spencer quickly analyzed him, noticing the salt and pepper hair that grew from his head and face. He also noted that the man was quite muscular for his age, which appeared to be early to mid-50s based on the wrinkles across his face, how he spoke, and the cut on his hand, which was a little over a week old. If he were younger, it would've healed by now, but it would take more time since he was older.

Spencer also inferred the man was more muscular due to his construction career, taking note of the steel-toed boot that had hints of dried cement on them. Also, since he watched the door, Spencer saw the man enter the bar from his pick-up truck in the parking lot, covered in dried mud.

"I'm not your son," Spencer corrected calmly, which only made the man more upset. As if he couldn't control his anger much longer, he took a swing at Spence, hitting him perfectly along the jaw.

The crowd shouted in an uproar, not appreciating the bar's usually calm atmosphere being disturbed by this overly aggressive man.

Spencer didn't want to fight this man. While he had the height advantage and his FBI training, the man was more muscular than him. Therefore his advantages may mean nothing if the man could get another good hit on him.

The bar was loud with protests from you, to the other patrons, and the bartender. A few men came closer, trying to restrain the man as he stepped closer, trying to punch Spencer again. He pushed those other men away, swinging for your boyfriend once again.

Fortunately, Spencer was prepared; this time, he grabbed the man's fist and quickly twisted his arm behind his back. Spencer then kicked at the man's knees, causing him to fall to them.

The angry stranger struggled in Spence's grasp for a bit before two men who tried to intervene before were able to retrieve him from the floor. He was promptly removed from the bar and banned by your friend, the bartender.

Once out of sight, you grabbed Spencer, placing him on a stool along the bar. Once sat, you examined his face, seeing how it was already red from the impact, and you would not be surprised if it further bruised to shades of yellow, purple, or black.

"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me."

"Of course I do. You got punched in the face for me," You stated, chuckling lightly at how nonchalant Spencer was about the situation.

You noticed the bartender had brought over a handful of iced surrounded by a clean cloth. You send them a grateful smile, to which they returned before going to clean up the mess you unintentionally made.

"I'd go through worse for you. I couldn't just sit there and watch him berate you like that." Spencer hissed once you put the ice to his face, at the coldness and the slight pressure placed on his injured jaw. "He would've had to beat me to a pulp before he could lay a hand on you," Spencer added.

"You'd get beat up for me?" You wondered out loud, questioning how you got so lucky finding a boyfriend like Spencer.

"I'd get beat to smithereens."

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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. As some may know from my other Spencer Reid imagine Omission he is my favorite from the show and the song mentioned in the summary reminded me of him. Feel free to let me know what you guys think!

Lots of Love <3

[rcksmith]

Spring breeze — Spencer Reid

Sumarry: Spencer never thought about falling in love with someone, but he certainly didn't expect that he would fall in love with Gideon's daughter. — season 3 —

Part.2 Part.3 Part.4

A/N: I am marathoning Criminal Minds again and I can not express how much I loved the interaction of Gideon and Spencer!! So this idea came as an epiphany, and I love the conception of love at first sight. Maybe this becomes a serie...

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple:Spencer Reid/Gideon's daughter!reader.

Warnings: nothing, just very fluff.

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Something was different. Maybe it was the way the sun's rays cascaded down in an atypical way, maybe it was the breeze that carried a more lyrical intonation on its back, or maybe it was just the Earth that was adorned by an ethereal veil. Spencer didn't know how to point out what was really different, but he felt in his soul that something in the hemisphere had changed.

At first, when he took the subway to work, Spencer thought it was just an ephemeral sensation, just like those seconds when you feel the breath of the breeze more cold. But it didn't. The sensation accompanied him to work, to the plane, to the case, it stuck to him like a tattoo and Reid found himself looking around for answers that did not exist physically.

He considered all the theories that were possible to explain that destabilization in his subtly balanced world. But he found none.

“Are you feeling anything different today?” That's what he asked Morgan.

Derek shrugged, finishing packing up at the police station so they could go back to Quantico.

“No.” Then he looked Reid whit his obsidian eyes “Is something bothering you? Is the Genie feeling any peturbation in the Force? ”

Spencer chuckled through his nose at the Star Wars joke, but just shook his head in a 'No'. And the conversation died there. How could he explain something that even he didn't understand?

Trying to ignore the way his heart was beating fast, for no reason, in anticipation of something Spencer himself was unaware of, he wondered how long he was going to have that sensation. The feeling of euphoria, the taste of something, there was something exciting in the air, almost angelic.

But how long was that going to accompany him? One day? One week? Whole life? For the first time, Spencer didn't have the answer. And that was disconcerting.

When BAU's glass doors opened for agents to settle on their desks and Hotch and Gideon go to their respective offeces, a wave of icy breeze from the DC air reverberated through the enclosure. Spencer can see that Morgan shrugged in the wind, Emily looke for a coat in the black suitcase, but his own body didn't seem to be hit by the same breeze. For Reid, it had been a caustic, lyrical, almost spring, wave that carried the promise of something extraordinary on back. Almost divine.

In that split second, in a time as short as a blink, the feeling that his life would never be the same made him losing his breath. Spencer does not know what attracted his gaze to the BAU door, nor what made his whole body turn in that direction, like a magnet, like a wanderer in the desert who finds his Oasis. But he had been attracted, and as soon as a female hand pushed through the glass door and her figure came into view, Spencer understood the extraordinary thing that him heart was beating for in anticipation.

You.

It was as if the universe had been preparing him all day for that moment. As if the body itself tried to prepare it. Because if Spencer hadn't fell those feelings of euphoria all day, he would have drowned in his own reactions to seeing you.

In a burst, like a violin string popping, Reid understood what was different about the hemisphere, because why the air was ethereal, because why the night felt like poetry, and why the moon whispered swears of love. In that moment, Spencer understood the mysteries of the world, unraveled the riddles of life, drank from the wisdom of The Oracle of ancient Greece. In an instant, watching you enter, Spencer understood the reason for his life.

In an instant.

The world shuddered in slow motion, capturing all your movements, all your graceful gait, all your glory. An elegant black dress with thin straps modeled your body in an arcane, almost divine way, your legs were supported on black high heels, making your walk seem like a glide of honey.

You were not beautiful. You are gorgeous. You shone. Sparkled.

And, like an atrocious wave that broke over Reid and pulled him into the sea, that whole feeling that stuck with him all day came to accompany the female figure. Following in your footsteps like the tail of a long dress.

Spencer was sure that his life would never be the same.

They hadn't even sat at their tables when you showed up. Like the muse that came out of an action movie. And when you got close enough to attract the attention of Emily and Morgan, whose Derek opened his mouth when he noticed the female figure that was the personification of Female Fatal, Spencer felt himself letting out the breath he didn't even know he was holding. He knew that anyone with eyes and a little common sense would notice how overwhelmingly beautiful you were, so when Morgan turned his body fully towards you, Reid was not surprised.

“Hi." Your voice, to Reid, had a floral intonation “Do you guys know where I can find Jason?”

When his eyes met yours, Spencer felt his breath being stolen from him once again. Usually, girls like you didn't look twice at guys like him, Spencer knew that. Girls like you liked men like Morgan. Athletes, strong, Alpha Male. And because of that, it was an explosion in Reid's system when you took a few seconds longer in that eye contact and a delightful smile appeared on yours lips. As if you appreciate what you were seeing.

That was a shock. Was it true or was he misinterpreting the signs? Was him mind playing tricks on him, like the flickering shadows of furniture under the darkness and the flame of a candle? Spencer would not be able to say a word without stuttering at that moment even that him life depended on it. In fact, he was already starting to feel cheeks heating up. So he thanked any deities that might exist when Morgan and Emily responded to you and broke the eye contact between the two of you.

“Jason Gideon?” Morgan frowned slightly.

“He's in the office but...” But Emily couldn't finish the sentence before Gideon's voice came out over everyone's:

“Y/n?” It was in a tone that no one there had ever heard in Gideon. A sweet, loving intonation... paternal.

None of the three agents present there had time to express their thoughts in facial expressions before you said:

“Dad!”

Then the whole world took a turn and seemed to be terrified, making them feel as if they had been thrown out of the tenth-floor window. This time, Reid's eyes widened at the two friends, who also had puzzled expressions. Everyone knew that Gideon had a past, probably with divorces and children, a life he had left behind, but no one expected...that.

Perhaps Gideon's vision of a family was something that was only in the imagination, never something tangible. Until that moment. Until the most beautiful girl Reid had ever seen was the daughter of one of the men he respected most. Until him heart soared at alarming levels for him boss's daughter. Spencer had been in trouble before when it came to matters of the heart, but the trouble gained a position in the top 3.

“What are you doing here?” A rare smile appeared on Gideon's face, his brow slightly furrowed.

“We were going to dinner today, remember? In that new Japanese restaurant.” Your tone of voice was not resentful or hurt by the situation that was explicit there.

The life of a BAU agent take many things, some with a more atrocious force than others, and one of them was the availability of hours. commitments that count on presence.

“I totally forgot, I'm sorry.” Gideon's voice was always calm and controlled, he managed to speak from the most tender emotions to the most heinous crimes with a peaceful intonation. But to perceive traces of parental love was new. “The case was very complicated, my cell phone died and...”

“It's okay, Dad.” You smiled, making a casual gesture with your hand “I thought this happened, but I thinking it best to come here to see if everything was okay instead of waiting until tomorrow.”

Your smile, despite being the simple one, was the brightest for Spencer.

Gideon still had a fatherly look and a chaste and grateful smile when he turned to the other agents who were still puzzled.

“Y/n, these are agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss and Dr. Spencer Reid.” Jason introduced them to you “Guys, this is my daughter, Y/n.”

“Is a pleasure.” You smiled genuinely at them.

“I had no idea that you had a daughter!” Emily gave a low, slightly bewildered laugh that also made you laugh.

“Everybody says that.” You looked at your father again, having fun.

“I'm just going to go over some reports with Hotcher before I leave.” Gideon kept a chaste smile. “Why don't you wait here and then let's go get something to eat?”

“Of course, no problem, Dad.” You agreed, adjusting the thin shoulder bag that was on your shoulder.

As Jason went up to Hotcher's office, you turned to the agents again, with a gentle smile on your face.

“My dad said great things about you.” Emily smiled at your statement.

"I'm still chocked ." She laughed, and Morgan added:

“ I really need to know...” he looked around, in a playful suspense “Is Gideon really that serious outside the FBI?”

You laughed “Oh no! Definitely not.”

So you reached for your phone in the litlle bag, hunting for a photo on it and showing it to the three agents. It was a recent photograph where you and Gideon had their faces painted in easy ink. You had a skeleton mouth made with white and black paint, and Jason had a pink glitter butterfly covering his left cheek. You two were laughing in the photo.

Morgan was the one who let out a loud, dripping laugh, with a few tears accumulating in the corners of his eyes.

“How is this possible?” Morgan was trying to catch the air.

“It was at the last Halloween, he and I bet that whoever lost in the snooker that day would have to paint a butterfly on their face.” You laughed.

“And did he lose?” Spencer found a voice for it, his mind failing to process the image of Gideon losing any game.

“I have my suspicions that he let me win” You joked “But I enjoyed the victory just the same.”

The conversation was light after that, Spencer refrained from much of the dialogue, a little fearful that you could hear him heart beating loudly whenever you smile in his direction. As the minutes passed, Derek and Emily had to go back to their duties and finish their reports, while you were sitting in one of the chairs at an empty table.

It was one of those moments when Reid tried to focus on the files in front of him to exorcise what was going on around him. Paperwork had always brought the lull needed to make Spencer meditate. It was almost like relaxation. But in moments like this, when something in the environment around him pulled his attention so much, he stayed on the same page for long minutes.

That must be why he didn't hear the wheels on your chair approach, and he didn't even notice that you were so close until you said:

“Are you really a doctor?” Your voice was low, soft, as if you didn't want to disturb the other agents who were working.

Spencer turned his head towards you, only to find the modern personification of what would be the Athena de Troia. You were close, not close enough to touch, but close enough that he could smell your perfume. You smelled like the night, the excitement of nights and the brightness of the stars. And if Spencer looked deeper into yours eyes, he would sure they contained shine moonlight.

He swallowed, the mania for blinking compulsively returning a little.

“A-ahm yes. Not really a doctor, but m-my 3 Phd’s make me a doctor.”

He might be mistaken, but the smile that spread across your face was not just friendly, it wasn't curious, it was… delighted. As if the roles were reversed and he was the most fascinating thing in that room, not you.

The glow that was adorned in yours eyes had something lyrical, ethereal, wonderful. As if the brightness of all the galaxies were inhabiting your irises, moving in your orbit. At that moment, Spencer was deeply grateful to have eidetic memory, because 10 years from now he could still remember how you looked like a muse over there. DC night came in through the big glass windows, and if Reid had to describe that moment with the five senses, he would say that the world had turned the light down to a rose tone, the smell was heaven and your smile promised to contain wonders of the world.

Holy Mother of God, you are so, so beautiful!

“My dad said there was a genius on the team.” You said, your attention on him is always tender, adoreble. “Do you mind if I ask you something?”

Your perfume invaded him sense of smell once again, and he felt his heart beat faster once more. Spencer would have told you all the secrets in the world if you asked. He would have told all own secrets.

“No way.” He sat back in his chair to look at you better, oblivious to the exchange of looks that Emily and Morgan gave.

You rested your arms on Spencer's table, the chair next to his.

“You never thought of being like... the wizard Doctor Strange?” You hoped that Spencer knew Marvel “Before he was a magician, of course. But why didn't you want to be a surgeon or something?” You laughed “There is a phrase him says: I have a photographic memory and this is what made me ..."

“ ‘Get my diploma and doctorate at the same time’ " Spencer completed you, laughing softly “I know the HQs. Did you know that the Doctor Strange character was created during the Silver Age of American comics to bring a different type of character and mystical themes to Marvel Comics? It him has an intellectual coefficient close to 177 points and I have… ”

The more he rambled, the more a stunning smile spread across your face. As if you were enchanted with him. And you were. Everyone was noticing the way Spencer seemed to have you curled up on his finger, your eyes sparkling and a silly smile twinkling on your face, paying attention to every word he said. It was an overwhelmingly lovely sight to behold.

But just as everything had a time, an hourglass, your time had reached the last grain of sand.

“All right, Y/n.” Gideon went down the stairs, cutting the end of Reid's sentence “Ready?”

You stood up, agreeing with your father and smoothing the dress. When you put your hands on the chair, ready to take it back to place, you turned to Spencer once again:

“I'm going to bring my dad to BAU tomorrow, do you think me and you can meting and you give me the answer to the question tomorrow?” Your smile was able to light up the whole of Washington.

“S-sure!” Spencer's voice went up more high notes than he would like to admit.

And, even when you left, even when Morgan and Emily jokes him about it, and even when he finally lay down on his own bed, you were still the only thing that occupied Spencer's mind.

[ssimagines]

Sleep|| Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 334

Summary: Just another night

Warnings: minor swearing (the word ass)

Note: I started a requested imagine, but this wasn’t how I wanted it to go, but really liked it so you get it anyway. 

Masterlist

It was a normal night like any other. The Washington D.C. air was cold. It seeped into your bones as you curled up under all your blankets freezing your ass off.

Your boyfriend, Spencer sat up next to you in your bed as you cuddled into his side. He had the lamp on his side of the bed on in order to read the book that he was currently rushing through. He was home for the first time in a long time which seemed foreign to you, but you were happy to have someone there to keep you warm.

“Spencer, it’s time to sleep,” you groaned.

Pulling yourself up into a sitting position, you buried your face into his chest. Your eyes were closed, but you felt the book drop on to his lap. His arm found its way to wrap itself around your waist pulling you deeper into him. Your hand came to rest over Spencer’s heart. His rhythmic pulse helped to lull you off into a sense of security as you let yourself be wrapped in his warm embrace.

Spencer leaned over to the lamp and flicked off the light. The darkness fully engulfed the two of you. Spencer’s long fingers ran up and down your back soothingly. The gentle brush of his fingers and his steady heart beat was a welcome reminder that he was real. That he was really there.

The two of you sat there for a few minutes without moving. The sounds of D.C.s night life drifted slowly in from closed windows and doors. The moment with Spencer was perfect.

Spencer shifted in your bed pulling you down so that you were now lying down. His fingers still ran gentle circles around your back. You opened your eyes too look up at him with a lazy smile which he returned. He pressed his lips to yours gently.

“Goodnight my beautiful girl,” his voice filled the room like a warm blanket. You fell asleep like that in his arms.

[plus-size-reader]

Pizza

Spencer Reid x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2101 words

Warnings: potential season 13 spoilers, but not really

Summary: Spencer hitting it off with another professor, and introducing her to his BAU team

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The transfer was far from ideal.

Thanks to Linda Barnes, the BAU was on the verge of crumbling with the original team scattered all over the place. Garcia was working with cyber crimes, Emily was in OPR, and that was only scratching the surface.

They were all over the place.

Though, of all the reassignments, Spencer wasn’t blind to the fact that his was by far the best. He had a teaching position, of all things, and while it would have been a lie to say that he didn’t enjoy it, it wasn’t the same.

He wasn’t saving lives, only molding them, at least, that was what you’d told him.

It wasn’t as glamorous as what he had been doing was but he was going to be good at it. You could tell that much, Spencer was brilliant, among other things.

That much was obvious, from the moment you two first met.

At first, he was only supposed to be here once and a while, when his thirty days demanded it but now that he was transferred permanently to your side of the camp, you two had been spending a lot more time together than before.

Teaching was what you did for a living, with your seminars sometimes taking place in his lecture hall.

When the news of  Dr.Spencer Reid coming to teach seminars hit the campus permanently, you knew that it was going to be quite the adjustment from what he was used to.

Thankfully, he still had you here to help him.

You were a professor, who did this all day, every day. No one knew the campus or the schedule quite as well as you did and you just wanted to make sure he had a handle on what he was dealing with.

Not to mention the current arrangement meant that the two of you would overlap sometimes, and while you weren’t planning on becoming as close as you now were, you couldn’t help yourself.

In the time you two had spent time together, you and Spencer had developed quite the connection and now that you were working together all the time, it was going to change quite a bit more than it had been before.

When Spencer was at the BAU most of the time, and you were in your classroom, you could keep your relationship separate from each other but not anymore.

Now, Spencer was sharing your lecture hall a few hours a day, and you could hardly ignore him there. After all, your office was only a room over from that, and someone was bound to find out about your dating.

Not that you were hiding it.

It was more so that it could potentially be viewed as unprofessional by both his higher ups and yours.

His family, though, wasn’t going to see anything wrong with your relationship. They had already been able to tell there was a serious change in Spencer as of late. Even given all the stress he’d been under lately, he was happier.

Lighter.

...And they wanted to know what.

Which was how you found yourself here in the first place, sitting on Spencer’s couch as you waited for his team members to arrive.

When he first suggested that you have dinner with his team at the BAU, you weren’t sure he was being serious. That was some next level stuff, stuff that you weren’t sure was part of your wheelhouse but he didn’t care about that.

He was sure that it would go over just fine. You were a delight, and he knew that they were going to love you, just as much as he did.

“Why did I agree to this again?” you asked, your right leg bouncing up and down against the rug, not even bothering to look up at Spencer as you took the wine glass he had offered you. He could practically see how tense you were, which wasn’t really your fault.

This was a big deal to him and there was a lot riding on it, which you knew perfectly well.

You just wanted everything to be perfect.

“Because I asked nicely” he teased, sitting down beside you on the couch, immediately taking your free hand in his own, giving it a squeeze. He wanted you to understand just how carefree the team was and how much they were going to love you but he knew you wouldn’t until you saw for yourself.

So, for now, all he could do was wait for the others to get here.

Rossi had insisted on having dinner at his house, but Spencer decided it would be better if it was at your place. As much as David hated the idea of pizza and wine for dinner, it couldn’t always be a five star experience every time he ate.

It would be much better if this was a casual affair, for your own comfort, which Rossi wasn’t going to argue with.

There would be plenty of time for you to have his linguini after all.

“Damn you and your dimples” you grumbled, taking a pretty hefty sip from your glass just in time for there to be a knock at the front door.

There was definitely no way to get out of this now, unless scaling the building would make a difference.

“Deep breath, it’s just pizza” he assured, going to get the door as you sat, still contemplating your every move. You didn’t want to be nervous, of course, but it wasn’t as if you had much control over the situation.

Meeting your boyfriend’s family for the first time was a huge deal, but this wasn’t just Spencer’s family. His team, each one of them, were his family and his coworkers. By all accounts, they made up every part of his life and you needed them to like you.

You wouldn’t be able to keep seeing Spencer if they didn’t like you, or if it didn’t go well.

“Just pizza” you repeated in a huff, ignoring the little smirk on his lips when he glanced back at you from the door, before finally opening it to reveal what looked to be the entire BAU team, all smiles and laughter when they saw him.

You may have been nervous but they weren’t. If anything, the team was ecstatic to finally meet the girl that had Spencer Reid so smitten. Most of them had known him since he was in his early twenties, just a nerdy kid who they had to vought for just to be respected.

Now he was a grown man, with a girlfriend and everything.

It was exciting for them.

“Hey guys, come on in” Spencer greeted, swinging the door wide to make room for everyone to come in. The apartment wasn’t huge but it was certainly big enough to accommodate them all, huddled around family style.

You just didn’t want to be the one thing out of place in all this.

“Wow, this is great Spencer” Emily spoke first, looking around at how clean and well put together the apartment was. Of course, she wasn’t expecting it to be a pigsty but she was impressed because everything seemed to have a place.

Including you.

You had finished what was in your glass as they finished coming through the door, greeting Spencer with smiles as they did so but that didn’t make you any more ready to meet any one member of his team.

You recognized them all from the copious pictures Spencer had shown you and it was hard not to feel like you knew them already from his stories but they hardly knew anything about you. 

On the other side, Spencer was kind of cagey.

He just wanted them to form their own opinions about you when they got to meet you for themselves. You were too amazing for him to do justice with just words.

“And you must be Y/N” she hummed, offering a hand to you which you took carefully, doing your best to mirror her comfort level. You didn’t want to be weird and distant with them but you also didn’t want to insert yourself into their group so fervently.

This had to be gone about the right way, which was part of why you had pleaded with Spencer to give you some more guidance on how to act around them. When you asked, all he said was be yourself but you didn’t want to do that.

You wanted to be the best version of you to insure that they liked you.

“Y/N’s a little nervous, but I already told her that you guys are gonna love her” Spencer chimed in, filling in around you with the others as everyone got comfortable, more than willing to do whatever it took to make sure you were having a good time too.

The last thing they wanted to do was make you feel left out or alienated.

“No need to be nervous, we’re family” Rossi chimed in, taking the opportunity to refill your wineglass before getting to work pouring some out for the rest of the guests here. He was the most like what Spencer had described, warm and comforting.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought.

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Whether it was because of the wine or getting something in your stomach in the form of greasy, delicious pizza, you started to relax as soon as you were all gathered around, engaging in casual conversations.

It made you feel a lot better.

Instead of the tense, interrogatory situation you'd been expecting, you felt okay between all of them. They asked questions about you, and what you did for a living, but you didn’t feel like there were any wrong answers.

It was clear that they were just curious about you, and you were more than happy to hear them out.

...But first, you needed to pee.

All that wine was really starting to get to you.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom, I’ll be right back” you excused yourself, returning a smile Spencer shot your way before getting up and leaving the room. They were all perfectly nice, but it was hard not to be overwhelmed.

These people were like Spencer’s family, and it was a tall order to meet them all at once.

“Where in the world did you find her?” JJ gushed the moment you were gone. She wasn't sure what to expect when Spencer told them he’d met a girl, but you couldn’t have been any better if she made you up herself.

You were sweet and smart, not to mention the fact that you fit in with the others like you had always been a part of their family.

It couldn’t have been better.

“I told you, she’s a professor. She helped me get set up when I started giving my lectures” he grinned, practically beaming as he talked to the members of his team, who were more like his family than colleagues.

He was sure that there would have been some kind of teasing comment about that if Derek was here, but thankfully, the others spared him of the innuendos and jokes that could have come from that sentence.

The relationship you shared had been business focused at first, strictly professional, but you were young and had a lot in common. 

That coupled with the close quarters and the obvious connection you shared, it was only a matter of time before it became much more than that.

Spencer was important to you, and you were important to him.

“I think she’s cute as a button” Penelope allowed, clearly seeing this as an opportunity to gush over you in the way she’d been waiting for this whole time.

It was taking all of her restraint, of course, because she wanted to tell you really bad but she had to wait.

She didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, not after just meeting you today. She had plenty of time to do that now that you were part of her life.

“I am inclined to agree with you” Spencer chuckled, glad that this whole thing had finally worked out. He had been trying to convince you to meet the rest of them for months and now that it was finally happening, he was relieved.

He knew that they would love you.

Of course they loved you.

You were everything he’d ever wanted in another person, and you were smart, smarter than him sometimes, which got confusing for him. Though, he would never argue about things like that, not where you were concerned.

“She’s good for you Spence, definitely”

[mctherofdragons]

A Sanctuary Heart | 1 | SR

summary / after her abusive husband lands her in the intensive care unit, y/n changes her identity and moves as far away as possible. upon starting her new life, she meets dr.spencer reid and his son, maddox, when she begins her job as a teacher. but can she keep herself safe and keep up the facade with spencer? can she be safe at all?

pairing / spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings / angst, marriage, trauma, domestic violence, assault, serious injury, dad!spencer, spencer's son has a serious disability, please let me know if I forgot anything. future chapters will have more warnings.

authors note / i am overjoyed to start this series. the idea has been on my mind for a while. i'm also excited to have an OC (spencer's son). please note that this chapter is just an intro to the story, and i might try to have the next chapter up tomorrow or sunday! this is my first spencer fic so please be gentle, and i hope you enjoy. please note this series will feature some intense/heavy themes so please read at your own risk.

You looked out of the window just as the plane touched down on the tarmac. For so long, it had felt like maybe you would never truly find freedom. But at that moment, the doubts had vanquished and you finally felt a sense of peace. The flight from Los Angeles to Washington DC had been uneventful, and you were thankful for the hours you had to enjoy the silence.

The cab ride to your new apartment was quiet. Outside the window, the Capitol flew by, leaving you both overwhelmed and excited. In this new place, it seemed like all of the dreams that had been stolen from you were a possibility. A smile graced your lips as you watched the bustling sidewalk, filled with powerful-looking women, living out their purpose in a way that before you had only admired from afar.

As you entered your new apartment, you took a deep breath of air into your lungs. It was a tiny studio in a suburb outside of the city. It was simple, but it was home. You didn’t pack much - just a suitcase with the basics and your new documents. The documents had cost a pretty penny, but it was worth it for you. You had everything you needed in one large, manila envelope.

You sat down on the hardwood floor, folding your legs underneath you. The material was cool on your hands as you sifted through the papers. You traced your fingertip over your forged driver’s license, following each of the letters with a sigh. Ivy Porter.

It wasn’t your real name, of course, but it was one that you felt you could easily assume. Along with your driver’s license, you pulled out your teaching license, smiling as you remembered you were able to continue your passion here in the city. The mere thought of being back in a classroom of your own filled your eyes with tears, which you pushed down with a deep breath. After all, he had never let you teach after your marriage began, and it became hard to over up bruises when taking care of children. With all of the uncertainty in front of you, the promise of teaching again filled you with the assurance of the days to come.

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The following Monday, you were adjusting to your new classroom. The day had been filled with both positive and negatives. Particularly, getting to know the children in your classroom and their needs. One child, in particular, Maddox Reid, required a bit more attention than your other children.

To start, Maddox was far brighter than his peers. By lunchtime, he had worked ahead so much that he now sat in his seat, reading a book three times his grade level. But more than that, Maddox had something that set him apart from the other boys and girls in Room 349. He had paralysis from the shoulders down. This didn’t seem to slow Maddox down any, as he instructed his aide to turn the pages of his book for him.

“Maddox?,” You piqued after you caught him not paying attention during science. You watched him look from his copy of Tuck Everlasting to you.

“Yes, Ms. Porter?”

Hearing a student call you that was uncomfortable but you allowed the discomfort to drift by, fixing your eyes on Maddox.

“Are you paying attention?” “I already know this stuff. There are many planetary systems like ours in the universe, with planets orbiting a host star. Our planetary system is named the "solar" system because our Sun is named Sol, after the Latin word for Sun, "solis," and anything related to the Sun we call "solar."”

You chuckled to yourself in an endearing manner. There was no reason a third-grader would know that offhand, and yet there Maddox was, blowing you away. You assumed his mother and father must do an awful lot of teaching him at home. Meanwhile, the rest of the kids in the class snickered maliciously.

‘Nerd,’ one of the kids blurted.

“We don’t use mean words in this class,” you corrected the student, turning back toward the chalkboard. “Now, boys and girls, as I was saying. The Earth orbits the sun…”

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At the end of the day, you sat at your desk as each child exited when their bus number was called. Eventually, the class was empty save Maddox, who sat in the back of the classroom. His aide had left for the day, and he found himself, staring mindlessly around the classroom.

You walked toward the back, sitting in the seat next to him.

“My dad picks me up,” Maddox explained. You smiled, opening his book up for him to where had marked it. “You may as well read if we have to wait here, buddy.” Maddox smiled, reading the page in front of him. Once he had reached the end, you reached out to gently flip to the next page. Just then, there was a small rap at the door.

You looked up and felt your breath catch in your throat. A handsome, tall, brunette stood in the doorway. He was clad in a matching blazer and pants, with a striped tie and converse shoes. Your lips curved into a grin at his mismatched socks. “You must be Mr. Reid,” you created, letting your heels carry you over to shake his hand. He gave you a firm shake. You didn’t feel the cool of a wedding ring on his hand. “Actually, it’s Dr. Reid. Dr. Spencer Reid,” he corrected gently, catching eyes with Maddox who grinned. “Maddox was just reading as he was waiting for you.” “Third book this week,” Spencer laughed, moving his saddlebag to cross over his shoulders. You assumed he was a professor based on his obvious intellect and ensemble.

“You’re a professor?,” You asked, moving Maddox’s belongings into the small basket on the back of his electric wheelchair. “Actually, I’m a profiler for the FBI.”

Your stomach dropped. Could he tell you were lying? Would he look you up and know there was no Ivy Porter? “Oh, like Mindhunter!”

Spencer tossed his head back with a chuckle. “A true-crime fan?” “A little bit,” you grinned, playing off the nerves bubbling up in your stomach. Spencer smiled at you. You each paused, locking eyes for a brief moment. You shook it off, walking them to the door. Maddox looked up at his dad, and then back to you.

“Daddy, can Ms. Porter please come over for dinner on Friday?” Spencer sighed, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “I’m sure Ms. Porter has more important things to do…” “Oh, please, Ms. Porter will you come? My daddy actually makes pretty good tacos. We can have tacos, right?” You thought for a moment, but then you noticed Spencer seemed hopeful and you smiled. “Sure, I’d like that.” Mentally, you were kicking yourself. Now, you were definitely screwed. There’s no way you just agreed - during your first week with a fake identity - to have dinner with a member of the FBI. Spencer turned and smiled at you, as Maddox was already out the door and making his way down the hallway. “Nice to meet you, Ivy,” he smiled, pointing at your badge around your neck. You blushed as he walked out the door, leaving you filled with both butterflies of worry and intrigue toward the handsome agent you had just met.

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[mxchellesworld]

Get with me

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; in which you get two sets of news and a happy ending 

warnings; mentions of cheating, pregnancy scares, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink (im sorry lmao), praise

pt 2 of ysbuwybf

a/n; patting myself on the back for not bailing on fic requests lmaoo anyways yall were so outa pocket with ideas, all i wanna say is that i am respecting our sweet prince anderson and letting him down gently (i’m writing this before the fic so i could completely switch it up) see end notes for final thoughts :)

hope you enjoy!

*also pls don’t cheat its so icky and a horrible thing to do

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If your suspicions were correct you were fucked. Part of you would be ecstatic no doubt about it. But if things were true then you were utterly surly fucked. 

Your period was late. 

Which meant either one; your birth control was acting up or two; you were pregnant. 

However being pregnant wasn’t a bad thing, far from it. The bad thing was that there were two candidates in the running to be the father. Your boyfriend, Agent Anderson who was nothing but a sweetheart even though he was about as exciting as a wet paper bag. 

Or Dr.Spencer Reid. Your best friend who you had also been sleeping with outside of your relationship. The best man you’d ever known who was also aching to become a father some day. 

For a week you had been avoiding both of them in the office. Unfortunately for you there were no cases. While yes a lack of serial killing was always a plus it also meant you were stuck in the same building as them for give or take eight hours a day. 

For days on end you stuck in your earbuds and kept your head down while doing paperwork trying to ignore both sets of eyes which would look over to you every once in a while. 

Were you even pregnant, was the biggest question. So you had decided that it was time to get your shit together. At lunch on Monday you had made a quick doctors appointment and went on your way. The little old nurse had told you she would call you in a few days with results. 

In that time you had gone over every possible scenario or possibility. Who would you tell first? How would you even bring it up? Would Anderson hate you for cheating? Would Spencer be upset that the baby isn’t his? It would be like another JJ situation for him. 

The thoughts plagued your mind throughout the week and the more you thought about it the more you thought about who you would have preferred to be the father of your child. Which then led to the guilt of picking and the realization that you in fact would have to break up with Anderson. 

If the child did end up being his you would have to make it work, however you knew it was time to come clean and apologize for going behind his back. He deserved to know the truth. 

Deep in your thoughts you barley heard your phone ringing. It was now Friday and you weren’t expecting any other calls besides the one from your doctor. You looked around and made sure no one was paying attention before you clicked the green button. 

“Hello?” 

You heard the voice of the nurse on the line, she sounded almost sad, “Hello am I speaking with Y/n Y/l/n?”

“Yeah this is her,” you said dryly. Your nerves were eating at you. 

“Oh sweetie I’m calling with the results of your test. It turns out that you are not pregnant at this time honey.” 

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you held in. It felt as is a weight was lifted off your shoulders. 

“Oh, um thank you for informing me,” you said looking down at your nails. 

“Of course. If you have anymore questions you can call back at this number or come in and set up another appointment. Have a good rest of your day.” 

With that the line cut off and you fell back into your chair. Your hand subtly moved onto your stomach. Huh. You didn’t think that would be as hard to hear. 

“Y/n?” a voice called from behind you. 

“Oh hey Andy. Whats up?” you said putting a smile on your face. 

He combed a hand through his hair before he sat at the corner of your desk, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you and I think it’s best if I say it clearly and honestly.” 

Your brows furrowed. Oh shit did he already know? You had to stay calm. 

“Yeah go ahead.”

“I think we should break up. It’s not you, I think we’re just missing a spark. At first it was fun but I don’t think this is gonna work anymore.”

Pot meet kettle, you thought. 

“Plus I think Charlotte from Cyber Crimes is into me so yeah,” he trailed off. 

You bit your lip to try and hide the laugh you wanted to let out. This was an unseen turn of events. “Yeah I get it. But hey no hard feelings. Go for it with Lotte, she’s a total sweetheart.”

“Thanks Y/n/n,” he said leaning down to give you half hug then gingerly turned and walked away. 

Behind you Spencer couldn’t help but listen to the whole interaction. Once he saw Anderson reach the elevator he got up and made his way over to your desk. 

You looked up and saw the small smile on his face, “Is it party at Y/n’s desk today?” you asked causing him to giggle. 

“I think the news I just heard calls for celebration in the best way we know don’t you think,” he said looking around the bullpen nodding his head towards the hallway which was home to the spacious supply closet. 

You looked around and made sure no one was looking. Emily and JJ were gone in Garcia’s lair. Derek was gone visiting his mom and the dads of the BAU were in a meeting. 

“Lead the way doctor,” you said standing getting up form your chair. 

Once in the closet Spencer wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. He sighed at the taste of your cherry chapstick. You put your hands on his face pulling him down but while you were savoring the taste of his lips your mind couldn’t help but go back. 

You could have been a mom. Spencer felt your lips slow down instead of returning the passion and stepped away. 

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s something I need to tell you,” you said looking up at him.

He tried to hide the look of worry on his features but you could see right through him as he nodded for you to continue. 

“Well earlier this week I uh was supposed to start my period but I didn’t,”

“Y/n-” he tried to cut you off but you put your hand up for him to let you finish. 

“I went to the doctors and got a test done. Before Anderson came over I got the call and I’m not. Which is good right? It saved everyone a world of hurt and drama. I don’t know I just thought you should know.” 

“Did you wanna be?”

“What?”

“Pregnant,” he said gripping your hips and pulling you closer. 

You felt your cheeks get hot at what he was insinuating, “Well- I- yeah. I mean yeah, yes.”

With that he brought his lips back down to yours. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. One of his hands slid to the back of your skirt and pulled down the zipper. You let it slide down your legs and stepped out of it. 

You sat on the table in the room, pushing off the bottles of cleaner. Spencer stepped into the space between your legs, his fingers reaching for your panties and tugging them down your legs. 

“I can’t believe I get this tight little pussy all to myself now,” he said biting marks onto your neck. You mewled tilting your head to the side and pulling on his tie. 

“Spencer please. I need you so bad,” you whined out. 

He stepped away and hastily started on undoing his pants, “What do you want baby? Is it for me to fuck you? Or is that not enough? Do you need me to fill you up with my cum? Want me to put a baby in you?” 

You moaned at his lewd words and quickly nodded your head. Your hand flew down to your pussy, you were practically dripping onto the table and he had barley touched you. 

“Please doctor I need you so bad.” 

Spencer quickly stepped into the space again and took both of your hands in one of his large ones, “I own this pussy. I always have, you don’t get to touch without my permission,” he gritted out. 

With his free hand he tugged on his cock before aligning it with your leaking slit. The both of you sighed as he pushed in inch by inch. Your head feel back with your mouth open in a perfect O shape. 

After a second of letting you adjust Spencer started with rough thrusts. You could feel your hair start sticking on your forehead from the heat of the room. Spencer’s lips were inches from yours, sharing the same breath. 

“Fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good. Let everyone here know you’re mine.”

All you could do was nod and moan in approval. His grip on you was deadly but it was just adding onto the immense pleasure you were feeling. The way he was repeatedly hitting your gpot had your vision blurry with stars. You could also feel him pulsing inside you knowing he was close to his peak. 

“You look so pretty like this sweetheart. So perfect around my cock.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him impossibly closer, “I want you to cum in me Spence. I need to feel it,” you mewled into his lips. 

This motivated him to start drilling into you. At this point you were panting, aching to feel the sweet release. His hand dipped down to rub on your clit, he groaned at the slippery mess where you both met. 

“Oh god Spence!” 

A high pitched moan escaped your lips as he added on the extra pleasure. Soon enough you were squeeing around him, ready to milk him for all he was worth. 

“That’s it baby. Keep doing that. I’m gonna stuff you with my cum y/n/n fuck,” he said drawing out the last syllable as he exploded inside you. 

He stayed inside as you both caught your breathes, slowly thrusting trying to fill you to the brim. 

He pulled out and looked for a roll of paper towels for you to clean up. Once that was done you helped each other tame your hair and outfits as you always did, with quiet and loving gazes. 

“Do you think that one did the job?” you said with a smirk. 

“Well statistically the pill contraceptive has a 7% failure rate so with my calculations there is a chance,” he said while smoothing down your hair. 

“Thanks genius,” you said lightly punching his arm, “Lets get out of here. Together.” 

“Together,” he said slinging an arm around your shoulders. 

a/n; so guys what do we think. im not gonna lie i kinda hate it but i think it was a good ending for everyone. kinda feel bad anderson didn’t get the whole truth but the cheating is OVER! also what did we think of what pregnancy scare?? let me know lovies!!!

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KISS FOR YOUR LIFE: SPENCER REID

Summary: A BAU case leads the reader to take on an undercover role to flush out a ten-person mafia. Before the work can begin, things go awry and the reader has to improvise and pretend to seduce Spencer to keep her cover and arrest the real unsub.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings/includes: talk of murder, mentions of sex, suggested past experiences with misogyny, suggestive jokes, unsub is a radical feminist, swearing, arrests, guns, making out, sort of fluffy end.

Word Count: 4159

A/N: Written like an episode. I removed Rossi so... AU? First actual fanfic on here, tell me what you think?

Today was your first official day at the BAU, switching from two floors down as an underestimated agent to upstairs, with the Big League. Agent Hotchner decided he needed new, young-minded blood. He was notorious for picking the best of the best and after an intimidating interview with him and his brooding questions, he decided he wanted you on his team.

You had been here before, of course. You frequently visited the ever-chatting Penelope Garcia for lunch, sometimes in her office, sometimes heading downstairs for a slice of pizza or a salad. She vented about her issues, while you talked about the constant misogyny that ran through the men on your floor. She was five years older than you and decided that as your 'elder' she would put on the angry soccer mom look and kick their asses. But, lucky for you, two floors upward, the men didn't act like children on the job, so Garcia could keep her regular look.

Here it was, glass entrance, high ceilings. The air smelled like paper and was filled with a fresh sort of low mumbling and the small clicks of the keyboards. A semi-fresh start. Today you would organize your new desk, sort files, meet the others...

"Agent (Y/L/N), we have a case in Boston, we will be briefed on the jet. Get your things ready, we leave in twenty-five minutes," Agent Hotchner said as he walked by. He didn't stop for a single second, those dark dress shoes clomping heavily to the desks of your new fellow agents to inform them as well. So much for your plans.

Not wanting to appear unready, you rushed to set your things down and grab the few things you needed for the case. Hotchner had said always bring three spare outfits rolled to the smallest packing size possible, toiletries (toothpaste, toothbrush, hairbrush, and feminine hygiene products) as well as one extra pair of shoes. Those were already packed into a small bag, so in with those went your notebook, pens, and highlighter. You came prepared, so in no time, you were on the jet for the first time, exhilarated.

A hand was extended to you when you took your seat. It belonged to a man with caramel skin and a dazzling smile, "You must be (Y/L/N). The name is Derek Morgan." Anyone who used 'the name is' seemed like they felt superior in some way. It was used in the media to introduce someone of importance. 'The name is Bond, James Bond', ran through your head as you gratefully shook his hand.

"My name is Emily Prentiss and I... didn't quite catch your first name," a woman with a v-neck sweater also reached to shake your hand. "I think I may have heard it, but I must have forgotten."

"(Y/N)," you replied with a small smile. It felt nice to be greeted with kind eyes, rather than greedy ones. "It's not a very memorable name, don't worry."

Emily looked apologetic, but soon reverted to her previous smile. I was greeted by the blonde woman across the aisle, too far to shake my hand. "My name is Jennifer Jareau, I'm the media liaison, but you can call me JJ, everyone does. It's really great to meet you- for a moment I thought Penelope had made up a friend as a result of too many hours in front of a screen."

You laughed a little, ruffling your hair. She seemed outgoing, but I had already started profiling Derek Morgan and I wanted to stop there. Agent Hotchner sat down with someone I had never noticed on my visits to Penelope. I had noticed everyone else here on this jet at least once before, but... not him. How had you missed him?

He stood at about six-one, maybe six-two? He was thin, much the opposite to Morgan's greatly muscular arms. This man was calm-looking, quiet. His clothes said that maybe he was meticulous and orderly- he looked like the kind of person who didn't own a single pair of sweatpants. His face was chiselled, with a sharp jawline and cheekbones that carved the shadows on his face. His eyes, however, were much softer. Long eyelashes and dark eyes made them bigger, but they were slightly blocked by bronze-toned brown curls that at the end of his combed and gelled hair, wrapped around his jaw, neck, and face.

He was beautiful, if you were entirely frank with yourself.

And he didn't even notice you were there until Hotchner nudged his arm in a way that said 'say hello' the same way one would introduce two toddlers. You were sure you weren't a toddler and nor was this man, but it appeared you both may have been the youngest there.

When he looked your way, you wanted to look away, but couldn't. He seemed surprised to see you there and you were trying to play off the staring by introducing yourself. "Hi, I'm SSA (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I don't think we've met, it's nice to meet you." You extended your hand and he just shook his head no, his lips pressing into a tight line.

He didn't shake hands, you realized. Probably a slight germophobe. You cleared your throat, "I'm sorry if that was an uncomfortable gesture, I didn't know." Humiliating.

The tall man opened his mouth to say something, shut his mouth, opened it again but then turned a little pink and sat down immediately next to Hotchner and stared at his hands that were folded in his lap. You had thought you nailed pretty much every introduction, but this one? Fuck.

You reverted back to your business with a sigh, patting your knees. It felt like you had somehow lost something. JJ whispered to you, silently pointing to the tall man, "Dr. Spencer Reid, human encyclopedia, dictionary, and knows pretty much everything." You nodded a thank you and she nodded back.

Derek Morgan, however, tapped Emily Prentiss on the shoulder and mumbled, "Reid did his 'pretty-girl-freakout'."

Emily gasped, "Oh, he did!

The two seemed to have forgotten you were in front of them and they noticed your confusion in unison, both of them freezing up and chuckling nervously. You smiled an extremely awkward smile and left thinking about Dr. Spencer Reid for later as you got to the case.

This was about a female mafia boss who seemed to take on the personality, style, and characteristics of the taste of rich men and kill them after having sex with them. The woman was reported and seen by one witness to see her and that was the only person outside of this mafia who had seen her face, so they were working with the sketch artist and would have the picture ready and accurate upon our arrival.

Victimology was simple, she was after men who had too much power. She probably identified with being a radical feminist. She was after their money and had sex with them to dethrone them on the way. Possibly bordered on a personality disorder considering she seemed to be entirely all-in to her 'disguises'.

The funniest thing was the way they all looked at you when you announced those lines. Perhaps you would work yourself out of the 'child' stage faster than you thought.

The BAU hit the precinct in much less time than I had expected and on the ground, running. You were immediately given things to do and you were on top of it all, every order. That was until the drawing of the Mafia leader AKA 'The Seductress' was pulled up and the whole BAU gasped at how she looked EXACTLY like you.

"Do I need my cuffs?" Morgan joked. You had covered your mouth in disbelief and the rest of the room was doing double-takes.

You laughed nervously, "I swear... that isn't me, but oh my god..." Morgan was laughing and Emily and JJ whispering and had confused smiles. Spencer Reid stood in the corner, his hand on his cheek, seemingly studying the photo. He looked statue-like, borderline godly.

"Can this be used to our advantage?" Hotch launched back into technical thinking, brow furrowed. You looked at him, mouth open, but immediately shut it out of professionalism. What was going on in his head?

Reid spoke up, "If we position her just right and at the right time in one of the hotspots for that group, we can possibly get her to somehow trick the other members into some sort of turn-in."

Her. Indirect. Did you do something wrong?

"Or a simple appearance could start gossip and a possible flock to where she was spotted. As long as people aren't seeing double or reaching to do so, she can play as The Seductress." Emily said, looking at you. "Are you up to try, (Y/L/N)?"

All eyes on you. Your first day turned to chaos. But this was your job and you would prove your place here. So you agreed and in a whisk of an afternoon, you were transformed into the mirror image of The Seductress while you were talked through the plan through a radio. Turned out, so prove a professional place, you needed to make yourself look ridiculously unprofessional.

Pinned up hair, dark cat eye makeup, a dress similar to hers that happened to be on hand. Long, deep red, with a long slit up the side and your tits were practically falling out of it, but the dress fit and they were secure, so you dealt with it. There was no other space for a gun other than the side of your thigh where The Seductress kept hers knife. Now, you had to get going, meaning you had to face the BAU in the getup.

When you walked out, Derek Morgan hooted and whistled and Emily gave him a look that said 'oh lord' like an annoyed sibling. You smiled a little and essentially just kept walking, figuring if you moved, it would give them less time to stare at your tits.

Turning the corner, you noticed that Dr.Spencer Reid was much redder than he had been earlier on the jet. So maybe he really did think you were pretty. You caught yourself smiling at the thought, but shook your head free of any ideas. Professional! No crushes on Spencer Reid!

You arrived near the scene, dropped off by Hotchner. "You know what to do. Reid will be going with you to the crateyard, he will also be nearby when you head in. If you see The Seductress, do not make the arrest. If you can, lure her."

You nodded. Wow, first time in the field with the BAU and you had the leading role. No pressure, no pressure, just... everyone depending on you. But the pressure came back when you realized you had heard right and Reid was going with you, alone. You had done really well with the job so far today, minus finding the tall doctor extremely attractive. He came to stand beside you and since he was much taller than you were, you were sure he could look right down your dress without even trying. Not like anyone had to try, but he had the upper hand.

You ached to cover yourself, but that was a major risk. The Seductress was confident, she wouldn't cover-up. You got into the tinted car with Reid, him in the driver's seat and you in the passenger's seat. Silence crept up, but he turned the engine over and headed east to where the mafia was to meet up.

"Some first day," you mumbled nervously.

Reid seemed to think you had said something to him and he talked to you directly for what seemed like the first time. "P-pardon?" He had a stutter when talking to you and to be honest it was cute but there was no time to crush!

"Oh, I was just remarking to myself on how this is my first day and I'm already... so... out there." You sighed and pat your knees. The jitters crept up, but so did butterflies. "Nervous, I'm nervous."

He looked over and swallowed hard, so hard it was audible. Was he fighting the same urge to be friendlier or was he just fighting the urge to look at your tits like a twelve-year-old boy would? Either way, you were glad he was with you. He smelled like books, leather, and cologne and it was oddly calming.

You reached the other side of the crateyard in a few more minutes and he handed you your gun, which you shoved into the holster on your thigh. "You're going without a vest so... k-keep focused," Spencer said- and it seemed like he had so many words jumbled on the tip of his tongue, but refused to say them. You thought he was afraid to annoy you, as you knew he liked to give lengthy explanations. "I'll be behind, uh- the crates."

You smiled at him and watched him look away, his curls falling in his face. God, he was so gorgeous. If this went wrong, you were glad you would go with that shy look of his in the front of your mind. He pulled on his vest and you put out a hand and stopped him. "If they see you with the vest at all, in any way, they'll know what's happening."

He nodded, keeping his eyes from yours as he pulled on a plain black jacket over the vest. For a genius, he seemed to have his mind a little fuzzy tonight. In the dark of the night, the only lights were flickering lamps on high-beamed poles. Your heart was beating hard as you waited for the signal to begin to move.

"G-good luck," Spencer's words fumbled out of his mouth and I looked at him for a moment where he looked right back at you. He chewed on his bottom lip, eyelids fluttering as you tried to look anywhere else and there it was- the radio signal. The tension that was there in that brief moment defused. You gave him a small smile before opening the car door and standing tall, in the aura of The Seductress.

Spencer waited until you were out between the crates to leave the car. You heard the door shut gently behind you, but his footsteps were silent. Much quicker than you thought, there was a gruff voice that didn't belong to Spencer. "My lady, may I say what an honour it is to have you join us this evening." You spun to face a man in a dark suit. You didn't have The Seductress's voice, so you nodded in the most gracious way you could.

"Bernard and Lolita are waiting inside the abandoned building for the small exchange as well as the rest of us, but Mamacita... you're being tailed by the FBI." He said, pointing to the crate that hid Dr. Spencer Reid. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "I'll go kill him for you!"

So flat out, he wanted to kill Spencer Reid, a rotting smile on his face as if it was an act of kindness. He knew Spencer was there, he saw... but you weren't busted? God, this man was stupid.

"No," you said, in a quiet, yet strong voice, grabbing the gruff man by the shoulder pad. "He is my kill."

The man grinned an evil grin and you did your best to smile evilly in return. You showed him your gun and he rubbed his palms together. "The gluck and Glock," he chuckled. "Can I watch?"

He thought you were going to fuck and kill Spencer. Your heart skipped a beat and you tried hard not to show it. Oh no... how to work your way out of this... Spencer couldn't help you. Or... could he?

You glared at the man, "No, but I know that his team is on the way. Get Bernard, Lolita, and anyone else in on the next killings from that abandoned building and run straight west. Do not stop. I will catch up to you once I'm finished with the agent here." You improvised the best you could and this stupid man bought it. Little did he know that the team was stationed Westbound.

"Got it," his face was dazed and malevolent. "But I'm not leaving until I know you've got this handled, my lady."

"You question my skill?" You shot back, still acting.

He looked scared for a moment, "No, not at all, I just... You're a lot shorter than I was expecting."

You stared daggers, "And you insult me?"

"Just wanted to know you had it covered... in case something is fishy here..." was he really catching on or was he confused and just running through the precautions?

Fuck, you had been so focused on the cover you forgot you were a profiler. This man was small-minded, probably brought into this ordeal through family ties. Since he was so stupid, he was trusted with less... hence why he was outside the building as the lookout, rather than in on the meeting.

Why he wouldn't leave- he was so incapable of proper interaction he had never had the chance to be with a woman. Watching was the only way he would ever see. He was stupid and he was stubborn. He was not going to leave until he saw the beginning.

The best thing would be to let him stay for proof. "Fine. But when I give you my look, you run and get everyone running straight West." You narrowed your eyebrows at him and he looked like he was going to sweat out of his skin. But... this meant...

You had a few seconds, you rushed over to behind the crate to where Spencer stood, his gun in hand. "W-what are you-" he questioned in a whisper-yell.

"He's onto me, I need you to go along with this- can I kiss you, Dr.Reid?" You whispered back. His eyes went wide and his cheeks flushed pink. Once again, being professional called for being unprofessional. You really didn't want to kiss him- at least not now, not like this. He wouldn't speak and the mafia man was coming. "Reid, if I don't do this, he won't flush the group West and we'll both be shot and if not shot, targeted by a mafia!"

"Y-yes!" he practically squeaked, his back to the crate he was hiding behind. This really was the only way- this other man would not be talked down, because he was taught to just shoot, rather than listen and understand. "I'm sorry if I-"

You cut him off by reaching up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and kissing him. It took him a moment, but he kissed back. You could feel the heat off of his cheeks. The first day on the job, you had embarrassed yourself, gotten dressed like a Mafia killer, played the part, and now you were kissing Dr.Spencer Reid in a crateyard... and he was surprisingly not a bad kisser. He was a little sloppy the first few seconds but moments later, he figured it out. His one hand went on your jaw, the other on your waist, both of them shaking. You could tell that the shaking wasn't because the man watching you both right now had a gun, it was you.

You were making out with him, hard. Your body was pressed to his tightly against the crate and Spencer was holding you there. Your hands were still gripping his shirt. Messy altogether but your lips met in every perfect way. It was good, but for work. This was when you knew to stop- you had convinced the other man. You pulled away, turned your head and mouthed to the mafia man, 'GO' and he ran.

Now things would be extremely awkward. You pushed yourself away from Spencer whose hands stayed on your waist and face until you were entirely out of his reach. You laughed anxiously and he stood there, hands behind his back. That was... that was wow, but... it was for the case. For the case.

It was time to get moving. Spencer knew it, you knew it. The real Seductress was on her way. You turned your head over your shoulder and he was moving slowly, head down. You fought off a small smile. He was entirely red, gun still held loosely in his hand.

You turned your head and were met by a sharp blow to the face. Both of you had let your guard down. Stupid.

"I don't like impostors," said the female voice that was the source of the blow. Hell, it was her. Spencer clocked his gun into place and you turned, elbowing The Seductress in the chest. She returned with another hard blow that you ducked, spinning around her and kicking the back of her leg. She recovered quickly and shot up, punching you in the stomach. You lost your breath for a second and she took the opportunity to punch you in the jaw and pull a knife.

"Put the knife down!" Spencer called. His voice was stronger facing a woman with a sharp knife than it was when talking to you alone. "I know who you are, you want what's right for women, correct?"

The Seductress narrowed her eyes at him like her next meal, leaving you on the ground. Would Spencer shoot if she threw that knife? Odd she didn't have a gun on her. She must have been relying on the others for more protection. You stood up quietly, watching her slowly advance on Spencer. He had your lipstick smeared over his lips, he looked rough, but he held his gun out in front of him and had the other hand up to reason with her. "Men like you think yourselves above women. You, FBI, you think yourself better than men and women alike because you're the authority. Tell me, how do you like your women, Agent?"

He gulped, eyes flickering to you. You pulled out your gun. "I think... I think I'm a weak man and I'm no better than anyone. I don't deserve women." Spencer said, looking at the evil lady. In person, she looked a lot less like you.

"Lies. It's the instinct of men to feel superior to women. You'll have a lot less instinct when you're dead!" She snarled, lunging at him with her blade out. You pulled the trigger, she fell to the ground. Not dead, but wounded to pass out. Spencer narrowly jumped out of her way, watching her knife clatter to the ground.

You looked up at Spencer, bewildered. You had done it. You saved the case, took down a murderous mafia boss. It was only when Spencer pointed at your face and said, "Y-you're bleeding, (Y/N), are you okay?"- that you noticed your cut lip and the blood pouring from your forehead. But you also noticed he called you by your first name.

He reached a hand forward but retracted it when you winced from the sudden pain. Adrenaline took the pain away temporarily, you supposed. There were still things to be done. Spencer called for backup and a medic and watched as you cuffed the woman. She wasn't going to die, but she did need help.

Once medics arrived, Spencer drove you both back to the Westward situation, where ten arrests had been made. You were in a state of haze, so how Spencer's jacket got around your shoulders was a mystery. When you stepped out of the car, you were greeted by the rest of the agents.

"Are you okay?!" Prentiss was the first to greet you both. She grabbed you by the shoulders and looked at the nearly-dried blood on your skin. "We got worried when you didn't follow soon after, you got her?"

"Yeah," you smiled tiredly.

She grinned back. "Fill us in on the details on the way back, okay? Let's get you two cleaned up."

But Derek Morgan found Spencer, "Hey pretty-boy, is that royal rouge you've got on your lips there?" he teased. Spencer panicked and looked into the mirror of the nearest car, seeing that he did in fact have your lipstick on his mouth. He tried to wipe it off with his wrist, but it still stained. You wiped your own lip with your thumb and Derek caught you. "Okay, Miss Newbie, I see you."

Your eyes widened and Emily raised her eyebrows at you, a teasing smile on her lips. "It was to keep my cover. It's what sent those guys your way, one of them has serious sexual issues." You made sure they knew it- to save yourself and to save Spencer. Derek Morgan spun away with a huge knowing grin, back to Hotchner who was conversing with the Chief of Police. Emily pulled you away to the other medics and you shot Spencer a smile as you went.

He smiled back, still wiping off his mouth.

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@ellyhotchner @softhairedhotch <3

[alisonsfics]

I Wish I Never Met Him

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Y/N’s ex stops by the BAU to try and win her back. Y/N isn’t at work yet, so her ex ends up talking to Spencer.

Word Count: 1.4k

It was a perfectly normal morning. Except for the fact that your alarm had not gone off and you woke up an hour late. You were scrambling around your apartment, grabbing your work bag and your bottle of water. And then you were running out the door and down to you car.

You got down to the parking garage and hopped in to your car. You finally checked your phone and saw that you had four unread text messages.

The first one was from your boyfriend, the one and only Doctor Spencer Reid.

Umm hey, are you coming in to work today? I don’t remember you saying you were taking a day off, and I kind of remember everything. So just let me know, hope nothing is wrong. I love you

The next one was from Emily.

Hey Y/N, so Spencer is kinda freaking out because you’re not here. Text me back when you can, we all want to make sure you’re alright!

The third one was from Derek.

Hey babydoll, you wake up late or something? Nobody knows where you are and we’re all starting to get worried. Let me know.

The last one was from Penelope.

Y/N, the light of my life, we are missing your smile at the office today. Hope everything is okay xx

You sighed to yourself, you hoped that you hadn’t made them worry too much. You sent them all back the same copy and pasted response:

Yeah I’m fine, I promise. I woke up super late, I should be in as soon as I can get there. Sorry if I made you worry!

Then, you sent a quick text to Hotch, because you liked your job and you didn’t want to lose it.

Then you put your car key in the ignition and started to drive to work, but you didn’t know about what was unfolding down at the office.

Your text had calmed the whole team down, even Hotch had been beginning to get worried. Once they all knew you were safe and simply overslept, it was back to work as normal.

However, a havoc-reeking force was about to walk through the front doors of the BAU.

Jeremy. Your ex-boyfriend.

You had broken up with about a year ago, he didn’t understand why you prioritized your job. And he definitely didn’t understand the importance of your job. About three months later, you started dating Spencer. You had some feelings for Spencer for a while, but only allowed yourself to explore that once Jeremy was gone. However, you never told Spencer or any of the rest of team about Jeremy.

Jeremy had just walked into the bullpen and his eyes glanced around the room. He was looking for you. “Hey man, can I help you?” Derek asked, seeing the man who was clearly lost. “Oh...umm I’m looking for Y/N” Jeremy said.

With mention of your name, Spencer turned around in his chair. “She’s not here right now, who are you?” Spencer asked the strange man. Spencer knew that he had never met the man before and wondered who he was.

“I’m her boyfriend” Jeremy replied. This gets the whole teams attention. They all knew for a fact that you and Spencer were together and had been for a while. “This should be good” Morgan muttered to himself.

“Oh really? She never mentioned you” Spencer said, enjoying the fact that Jeremy had no idea they all knew he was lying. “Yeah, we just got in a fight this morning. I came here to apologize” Jeremy lied. He had planned that part of his alibi.

“So you got in a fight this morning, assumably you both live together? But you didn’t know she hadn’t even left for work yet?” Spencer said, loving how easily he could pick apart his fake alibi. Jeremy froze, why was he surprised, these people were profilers. They dealt with liars all the time.

“Oh no, she was staying at a friend’s house” Jeremy said, hoping they would buy it. “Well, if you want to come with me, I can bring you to an office you can wait in til Y/N gets here” Rossi said, clearly wanting to be in on the fun.

Derek and Emily both walked over to Spencer’s desk. “So who is that guy actually?” Emily asked. “I don’t know, he’s not Y/N’s boyfriend though, I know that” Spencer replied. “Come on Mr.Eidetic Memory, you’ve never seen him before?” Derek asked Reid.

“No, I’ve never seen him before. Although, Y/N mentioned having an ex-boyfriend named Jeremy once though” Reid said, as he remembered. “Looks like somebody is trying to win back your girl” Emily said, before walking back to her desk.

Then you walked into the bullpen. “Good luck with this” Morgan said, chuckling and walking back to his desk.

You noticed right away that Reid seemed tense. You sat your bag down at your desk and then walked over to Reid. “Hey, I’m so sorry I’m late. What’s going on? You look stressed” you told him, honestly. Reid looked like he was at a loss for words.

“Pretty boy met your boyfriend” Morgan chimed in. “Wait- my what? But Spencer is...” you started to ramble, trying to figure out what was going on. “Does the name Jeremy ring a bell?” Spencer asked you, smirking.

You froze, you recognized the name in an instant. You didn’t know why Spencer would bring him up, you had only mentioned him once. “Yeah, that’s my ex-boyfriend” you told him. “Well maybe you weren’t too clear on the broken up thing, cause he’s here and he said he was your boyfriend” Reid explained.

“Wait...Spence, you know that I haven’t talked to him since we broke up. I promise you, there is nothing going on” you assured Spencer, making sure he knew that Jeremy was a complete liar. “No no, I know that. I think it’s funny actually. He’s in the conference room, he doesn’t know I’m your actual boyfriend. I didn’t want to tell him til you got here” Spencer informed you.

You were relieved that Spencer found the situation funny, but equally confused as to why Jeremy was pretending you two were still together. “Come on, let’s pay Jeremy a visit” you said, grabbing Reid’s hand and pulling him out of his chair.

You both walked toward the conference room and Spencer opened the door for you and let you walk inside. “Here he is” Spencer said, smugly. “It’s been a while, Jeremy” you stated. “Do you mind? Can I have a moment alone with my girlfriend?” Jeremy asked, emphasizing the word girlfriend like he needed to prove himself to Spencer.

“Oh I’m sorry, do you mean MY girlfriend” Spencer shot back. “Wait what?” Jeremy asked, his eyes widening. “So Jeremy, how long has it been? A year? We have some catching up to do. This is Dr.Spencer Reid, my boyfriend” you told him, smirking.

The look on Jeremy’s face was priceless, he looked absolutely stunned. “So you knew I was lying and you still went along with it? Why did you do it?” Jeremy asked Spencer. “Why’d you lie?” Spencer countered.

“I think it’s best that I leave” Jeremy said, sighing. “I agree” I said, stepping closer to Reid so he could put his arm around my waist.

After he left, Spencer turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand. “Spence wait” you told him. He turned around to face you, “what’s wrong?” he asked you. “We should talk” you told him, simply. “About what?” He asked you, cluelessly.

You giggled to yourself. For a resident genius, sometimes he sure was oblivious. “I never told you about Jeremy, I don’t want it to seem like I’m hiding something. We broke up about a year ago, he just didn’t understand our job and he didn’t think it was important. So we broke up, and then a couple of months later, I started dating you” you said, smiling. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. You don’t owe me anything” Spencer told you.

“I know, but I wanted you to know. He doesn’t mean anything to me. I wish I never met him” you told him, honestly. You placed your hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. “So do I” Spencer joked back.

You instantly started laughing. “That was pretty good, doctor” you told him. He smiled and pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. “I love you Y/N” he whispered in your ear. “I love you more” you replied, simply.

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Teachers Pet

Teacher! Spencer Reid x female student! reader

A/n- In this, the reader is 19 and Spencer is 26.

Summary: When the sub comes in you feel like you have a real connection but hold off.

Warnings: Student-teacher relationship, slight NSFW, very slight bullying. Also, high fluff...

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I sat there with a blank stare on an empty chalkboard. My fingers are taking out the non-existent dirt from my natural nails. A quiet cough caught my attention along with the rest of the class. At the front of the group, a man with short, brown, shaggy hair was trying to catch everyone's attention. He had on a nicely tailored black suit with a dark red vest under it; you could see the white button-up from the clear space near his neck; and finally, a cute little tie.

“Hello, Im Dr.Spencer Reid. I work with the BAU, and I'm going to be teaching you the basics of psychology." He wrote his name in big letters on the board. He rubbed his hands together, cleaning off the chalk residue.

“Now, class, I’m going to ask you different questions on a sheet of paper to see what you know so far." He handed a boy in the front a stack of papers, motioning for him to pass them out to the rest of the class. I could tell he was profiling each student he laid eyes on by the look of his face.

"I’ll give you all time to think about the questions and then answer some out loud." The boy handed me the paper with a wink. I looked it over; these were pretty basic questions he picked out for us. I started writing down the answers to the questions as the sounds of the pencil scratching the paper echoed around the quiet room. I looked up from my paper and locked eyes with him; his eyes were already locked on mine as we stared at each other for what seemed like hours before I broke eye contact by returning it to my paper to finish answering questions.

"Okay class I’m going to re-ask the questions; answer if you know, but if you don't, it’s fine; I’ll answer them for you. Be sure to take notes; this will be on the test." He motioned for the boy to pick up all the papers, take them all with him, and give them to Dr.Reid.

He wrote the first question on the big board from memory. "First one, what is psychology?" I raised my hand along with some other students.

"Yes, ms.," he asked with his hand, pointing at me. Some girls scoffed at his choice while I stayed calm.

"The study of the mind and behavior," I answered him in a simple sentence. He nodded his head in satisfaction, letting out a correct laugh from his plump lips.

"Next question." He wrote down the second one. "What things do you use in psychology to indicate a person's personality?" He asks, and people raise their hands along with me. He smiled at my eagerness for learning, but he picked on someone else, probably to give everyone a chance at the question.

The rest of the class was made up of kids answering the setup questions. I answered a lot of questions and was called on for most of them. I heard someone cough ‘teacher's pet’ next to me, and a girl looked at me with a glare. I rolled my eyes in response, shooting her the middle finger. She scoffed and turned away.

The bell rang for our next class: "Okay everyone, it’s time to go. Next class, we are going to be going through the learnings of body language." Everyone started packing to leave, and when I was almost out the door, a hand grabbed me and turned me around. Nobody else was in the class besides us. Yes, Dr.Reid?" I ask in a low voice, and he shuts the door fully.

"You had a lot of good answers for today; you may be my best student." He blurted it out, and I just smirked at his nervousness.

"Isn’t it the first day?" I ask him. He scratches his neck and leans on the desk.

"Have you forgotten my profession is profiling? I know potential when I see it. I started working at the BAU when I was 22. I think you have the same potential I had when I was in college." He came close to me and put a piece of hair behind my ear, his thumb grazing my cheek.

"You think that I can do all of that?" I asked in a whisper; the ending bell came, meaning I was late for my next class, but we both ignored it and just stayed in this position, enjoying each other's company.

"Yes." He whispered I let my hands run over his suit, flattening the tiny wrinkles. I let our eyes meet again before saying my next query.

"Will you help me get there, Dr.Reid?" I leaned in to him, having him follow my movements before leaning down to his neck, causing him to whine in disappointment.

"If you let me, I’ll help you." He pulled me into a rough kiss, and as my hands went into his soft curls, he let out a cute moan. His hands drifted to my waist before going lower and picking me up. My legs wrapped around his mid-section as he walked over to the desk. "Wait- wait." He backed away from me, creating distance for his self-control. "This is highly impermissible; we shouldn’t be doing this." He said I got off of the desk and walked over to him, lowering his face to look at mine.

"I’m 19, which is above the age of consent, and I want this," I said to him; he averted his eyes from mine before opening his mouth.

"I’m your teacher, which makes this relationship inappropriate." He’s so much taller than me, making his position uncomfortable.

"You’re only a sub, and if it makes you more comfortable, we can continue this relationship when you're done teaching here." He smiled down at me, and I knew he was only going to be teaching my class this week. "So Dr?" He bent down and kissed me again.

"Sorry, I just needed to do that so I could get through this week. Thank you; it will make me more comfortable to do this when I’m done teaching the class. For now, you’ll just have to be the teacher's pet." He said making me smile.

"I like the sound of that."

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positions~spencer x luke x oc

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Summary: Clover Kingsley has been with the BAU for a couple of years now. Along the way, she became friends with the genius Dr.Spencer Reid and the charming Luke Alvez. From that first day on, the three have stuck by each other like glue. SSA David Rossi decides to throw a party on Halloween night to celebrate not having a case on the spooky night for once in many years. The team get dressed up in their spooky best and dance the night away. But when the three decide to ditch halfway in to get more drunk than the others, they find themselves the next morning in the same bed, and their lives changed forever

SCW: threesomes, toys, teasing, edging, spanking, slapping, squirting, choking, daddy kink, degradation, praise kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, masturbation

CW: polyamorous relationships, alcohol, guns, (more will be added)

Category: fan fiction

prologue | chapter 1

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Disclaimers

This fic is based on seasons 13-15 of Criminal Minds. Most of the cases and all the characters other than Clover belong to CBS. I do not own any of that other than Clover because she's an OC. This takes place in seasons 13-15. You can picture that Reid if you want, but there's no specific season look so picture whatever Reid you want :)

If any of the topics listed above make you uncomfortable, please do not continue

This is NOT a bdsm story. This story includes kinks that either i'm into personally or what I like to read in other fics / one shots / imagines/ etc.

Everything in this story is consensual

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Cast

Alexandra Daddario as Clover Kingsley

Matthew Gray Gubler as Dr.Spencer Reid

Adam Rodriguez as Luke Alvez

Paget Brewster as Emily Prentiss

A.J. Cook as Jennifer Jareau

Joe Mantegna as David Rossi

Daniel Henney as Matt Simmons

Aisha Tyler as Dr.Tara Lewis

Kirsten Vangsness as Penelope Garcia

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Lead the Way

Request: Hey hey can you please do a fic (if you’re taking requests Rn) of sub!spencer not having a lot of experience but getting really riled that he’s feeling the reader up and he gets super into it. Just like super smutty and if you could include thigh riding that’d be immaculate FANK YOU

A/N: Thank you for the request, anon! We do love a sub!spencer fic! I included thigh riding just for you 😘 Hope you enjoy and happy reading!

Couple: Sub!Spencer/Dom!reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering, clitoral stimulation, thigh riding, swearing, creampie

Word count: 2.3k

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You laid peacefully on the couch, flipping through the pages of a book you picked up on your way home. The cover was far too eye-catching for you to ignore it in the store window. It was pretty interesting for the most part, but you were only buying time until Spencer got himself into his comfortable house clothes. He had just come home from a long Friday shift, so you suggested you two stay in for the night, watch a movie, and order pizza.

You heard the bedroom door open, so you peaked your eyes up to see Spencer in his pink boxer briefs and a white t-shirt. You smirked behind your book as you look him up and down. You were curious as to why he hadn’t taken a shower yet, but you weren’t mad seeing him nearly naked.

“This your new look?” You giggled.

He looked down at himself and then back up at you with a flustered smile. He sheepishly walked over to you and plopped himself down on the couch. You bent your knees to give him more space to move closer to you which he did. He placed his hand on your thigh as he looked at you with his classic ‘sorry’ look. You inched your book down to reveal how confused you were about why he looked as if he did something bad.

“You know, if you’re hungry, you can go ahead and order the pizza. I had to take a work call, so I haven’t even showered yet, but I feel bad having you wait for me,” he explained.

“Is that why you look as if you just broke my favourite vase?” You asked.

“You don’t have a favourite vase,” he said.

“I don’t, but if I did, it looks as if you broke it,” you giggled.

He chuckled as he rubbed your thigh. You doubted he realized how his hand caressing your thigh was the start down a long road of pleasure. You smirked at him as you looked back down at the page you were on in your book.

“Sorry for interrupting you reading too, but I didn’t want you to be hungry,” he said.

“Spence, I can order the pizza now and by the time you’re out the shower, it’ll be nice and fresh for the both of us to indulge in. Sound like a plan, worrywart?” You asked.

He chuckled. “It’s a plan. What are you reading by the way?”

You peaked back up to him to see the curiosity in his face as he leaned in to examine the book cover closely. His hand was still caressing your thigh, inching more and more down as he stroked it. You looked back down at your book, thinking of how bad you wanted to be on top of him, so he could feel what he really wanted, but was too shy to initiate.

“For someone who’s worried I’m going to starve to death, you sure are taking your sweet time getting to the bathroom to shower,” you said.

He immediately let go of your thigh, which caused you to peak up. You dropped your book away from your face just in time to see his awkward smile appear. You found it quite adorable how even after three months of dating, he seemed very unsure if he was supposed to touch you or be so close to you without permission. You’d give him all the permission he ever wanted any day.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, I-I should go,” he said.

Before he had the chance to get up, you sat up and placed your hand on his chest. He turned to look at you to see the mischievous smirk on your face before you guided him to lay on the couch. He followed the guidance of your hand with no questions asked.

As he laid there, you tossed your book onto the coffee table and then got up. You looked him in his questionable eyes that lit up as soon as he saw you take off your shorts. You bit your bottom lip as you kicked your shorts to the side.

You walked up to the couch and then straddled yourself on top of his thighs. You caressed your finger down his lips as he looked at you, entranced by seductive you were. You felt him gently caressing your thighs, but he didn’t take his doe eyes off of you.

“Guess we’re matching now, huh?” You said.

“Uh, um, y-yeah,” he stuttered.

You smirked. “Do you not want us to match? If not, I can always do this.”

You then grabbed onto your shirt and pulled it off, revealing your braless breasts. When you popped your shirt off your head, you giggled as you saw Spencer’s mouth slightly gaped open. You tossed your shirt to the ground before planting your hands on Spencer’s chest.

“Better?” You asked.

“I, um, I…You look g-great,” he stuttered.

You smirked. “I can be greater.”

You smirked as you started to move yourself against his thighs. You felt his hands get excessively happy. He ran them up your thigh until he reached your waist and then ran them back down before repeating.

You watched as he struggled to find where to focus his attention. He went from looking at you riding his thigh, to your breasts jiggling, to your face all within five seconds. You chuckled as you grabbed his jaw to make him focus on your face.

“If you can’t focus on one thing, just look at me and feel the rest,” you suggested.

“Feel the rest? Like this?”

You felt his hands slowly caress up your torso until they were both on each of your breasts. You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head to encourage him to touch you as his hands lingered on your breasts. He stared deep into your eyes before taking a slow, calming breath. He gently massaged your breasts which pleased you immensely.

However, it didn’t distract you from riding his thigh until his dick was hard enough. You felt yourself getting severely wet the more you moved yourself up and down his thigh, inching yourself closer to his dick with each move. He watched your body move on him with anticipation in his eyes. You could even feel it in the way he started to massage your breasts rougher and urgently.

You moved your hips up so you were sitting on top of his bulge. He moaned softly as he felt how warm and wet you were even through his underwear. You slowly rocked your hips to tease him a bit more.

“Do you want more of me?” You asked.

“Yes, always,” he said.

“Then show it for me, baby,” you said.

Every time you encouraged him to take the ropes, he was usually gentle, verging on hesitant to. However, you were thrown off by him leaning up and attacking you with a feverish kiss on your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, so you two were chest to chest.

He caressed his hands tenderly up and down your back. You grabbed his face to keep his lips close to you. You didn’t want him to stop his kisses or touches any time soon. His hands soon found their way to your ass. You gasped in surprise as he squeezed it with a viciousness you had never felt him use on you before.

“Handsy aren’t we?” You chuckled as you bit your bottom lip.

“I hope I’m not doing too much,” he said.

You shook your head. “I want you to do even more.”

He flipped the script on you in a flash. Your eyes widened with excitement as he pushed you down onto the couch. He positioned himself on top of you before going in for a kiss on your deprived lips. You felt as his hands run down your body like a perfect wave. You could just sense he found his element and wanted to explore it with you more. You were starting to think he had an ulterior motive when he was not-so-innocently caressing your thigh.

One of his hands found its home on your breast, gently massaging it and using his thumb to rub your nipple. He kissed down your neck to free your mouth to moan freely. Your moans intensified to a new octave when his other hand found its home underneath your underwear. He rubbed his fingers between your soaked slit which sent you into another dimension.

“Oh my God, baby. That’s right, fucking play with my pussy,” you moaned.

“Is it okay if I-”

“Yes, yes,” you answered.

You already knew what he was going to ask and you were all for it. You just wanted him to continue going for it without hesitating. He eased up to look at you, licking his lips at the sight of how much you needed him. He slowly inserted two fingers into you.

“Keep going, keep going,” you begged.

He pushed them up further until he hit your sweet spot. It didn’t take a genius to figure out from the way you screamed that he was stroking your g-spot. A smile formed on his face when he saw how happy you were from his touch. He started to stroke you at a steady pace to make sure you continuously felt pleased from his touch.

You tilted your head back and closed your eyes as you trembled from his touch. His fingers were so commanding yet gentle. You had no idea why he never took lead more often when he had all the chops to rock your world without you interfering.

He leaned down to kiss you, which you embraced with no problem. He leaned away to briefly look at you before peppering lips with light kisses as you moaned. From the brief look you got of his eyes, you could tell he lusted after you. He wanted to go further and had the control to do so.

“How about we get closer?” He whispered.

He then leaned back in to make out with you as he pulled his fingers out of you. His hands couldn’t get enough of just feeling your naked body. They found their way back to your thighs and caressed up to your hips. He then leaned up to remove his underwear, revealing his huge boner to you.

He looked at you with a knowing smirk on his face before he leaned back down to kiss you. He definitely knew what he was doing now. He moved his kisses onto your neck as he held your legs in place. Your hands grabbed onto his back as you let out a ferocious moan as you felt him thrust his dick into you.

“Is that what you like?” He asked.

“Yes, yes,” you shrieked.

“How about this?” He asked.

He then increased his speed and then slowly decreased it as he went deeper into you. You could barely form a sentence to explain how amazing he felt inside of you. He even found a rhythm that made both of you feel amazing. You needed him to take charge more often after this if this is what he was withholding from you.

He leaned up and moved your legs further back. Your moans intensified as the angle change made his strokes feel even better. He watched you carefully as you squirmed under his touch and he couldn’t help smirking at you.

“You look beautiful,” he moaned.

“And you feel beautiful,” you moaned.

He then switched up his pace to only give you slow, deep strokes. He watched as you bit your bottom lip and looked down at his dick going in and out of you. It was hard not to feel an orgasm coming along after how much care he put in to make sure you felt overly satisfied with his performance. You would give him a five-star rating on Yelp if you could.

To certify his performance, he caressed his hand down your thigh towards your clit. He placed his thumb on it and slowly, but effectively circled it. You screamed as you tilted your head back, feeling your orgasm inch closer and closer.

“Is it bad that I’m going to cum soon?” He asked.

“No, no, not at all,” you moaned.

However, you beat him to the punch as you felt the flutter in your vagina explode. You tilted your head back and let out a scream that could pierce ears. You felt all your muscles relax and the only thing you could feel was the motion of Spencer slowly thrusting into you.

You felt his hand on your thigh hold onto it tight as his moans started to become more erratic. You soon felt his cum spill out in you before he pulled out. You immediately grabbed his arm to yank him down. You pulled him in close, so you could give him the most passionate, gracious kiss you could ever give someone like him. You were starting to think the little shy boy you fell in love with wasn’t as shy as he seemed.

As you pulled away from him, you could see how pink his cheeks turned from the kiss. You giggled and couldn’t help fall in love with him all over again from the admiration he had for you in his eyes. Even if he was a real tiger in bed, he was always going to be your innocent lamb in some aspects.

“Are you still hungry? We should order the pizza if so,” he said.

“I don’t think I’m hungry for pizza anymore,” you said.

He raised a questionable eyebrow, but once you pulled him in for another kiss, he understood what you meant. His hands caressed your sides as you two passionately made out with each other. If round two was anything like round one, you two might just skip out on eating entirely for the night.

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Spring breeze part.2 — Spencer Reid

Gif by @ssadrreid

Sumarry: Spencer never thought about falling in love with someone, but he certainly didn't expect that he would fall in love with Gideon's daughter. — season 3 —

Part.1 Part.3 Part.4

A/N: I was very happy with the return you guys had in the first part💖. I hope you guys like.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️ Couple:Spencer Reid / Gideon's daughter!reader.

Warnings: nothing, just very fluff.

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Spencer straightened his tie for the hundredth time in front of the mirror, in several unsuccessful attempts to exhibit his best that day. It was funny and ironic how, after so many years wearing dress shirts and a tie, the universe seemed to handpick that day to do - no matter how much Spencer tried to fix it - his tie looked weird. The fabric was too far to the left, or too far to the right, or too wrinkled in the folds. No matter how much he undid the knot or changed his tie, still looked strange.

What a nightmare.

Reid was barely able to sleep with the notion that he would see you today, his body being whipped assiduously by unsettling waves of euphoria, his mind whizzing like a propellant, anxiety screaming in his mind and sending his sleep for miles away. That morning, the world seemed to be more stuffy, hot and torrid, and for a second, Reid felt himself under the heat of Egypt instead of autumn in Washington.

He could feel his heart speeding up with the steps of the clocks, his breath running away from his lungs, a thousand and one speeches being revised in his head to try to lessen the likelihood of speaking some bullshit near you. Because he couldn't ruin that chance.

Spencer knew he was not the type of guy to have dates whit women like you every day. In fact, Laila had been the only stunning woman who had looked at him a second time. But, well, to be honest, he knew that all that affection she had directed him had been side effects of the transfer. He had been her hero and it clouded people's rationality. And, to his disquiet and to the dread of his insecurity, you were above the beauty of Laila on stratospheric levels.

To make matters worse, the damn tie wasn't good! God, he was screwed.

Spencer gave up on that impossible mission, settling for and conforming to what the tie looked like after the twentieth attempt. He wanted you to see him as a handsome person, a man worth wasting time with, not a boy who only served to be your friend. You were beautiful on so many levels that... well, Reid wanted you to be attracted to him, too, to simplify.

He stepped away from the mirror and slung his work bag over his shoulder, trying to control the pounding of his own heart.

On the way to work, trying hard to avoid thinking about what him looked like in that damned imperfect tie, Reid wondered, for a moment, if you too were under the same emotions. Did you change your clothes several times because you also felt anxious too? Could it be that, like him hands, yours also trembled? Or, if he was lucky, was your heart beating as hard as him?

He hoped that was yes.

As soon as he entered the BAU headquarters, with anxiety as his chaperone, Spencer sat at his own table while pouring a “Good morning” to his colleagues.

“Arrived early.” Derek narrowed his eyes at him, in that suspicious look.

"I am never late." He was quick to hit and that caused his friend to raise an eyebrow.

"But you never be anxious to get here earlier."

Sometimes Spencer hated that his friends were profiles.

“I just like my job.” Reid started to unpack things of bag, trying to avoid the look of Derek who was still burning his back.

“Oh, I'm sure you like.” The double meaning in his friend's tone did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he did not want to delve into the truths of that argument, much less think about it.

Emily and JJ arrived after a few minutes, with Garcia following behind and making their point that she was not to blame for buying those pairs of shoes, since they were practically begging her to take them. Normally, Reid did not look at the glass door whenever he heard someone approaching, or had a strong desire to see Gideon pass through them as well.

But that day... that day, seeing Gideon meant seeing you. And seeing you meant that you would go through that door. And going through that door meant that Spencer would see you come in. That was enough to make his gaze turn to those doors from minute to minute.

But time passed. Fifteen minutes flew by, then twenty, then thirty. Anxiety increased and now his agitated heart was tuned to his right leg, which did not stop quietly, shaking from top to bottom assiduously.

“What do you look for at the door so much, Reid?”

Prentiss asked the last question that Reid would like to answer, and that caught Derek’s attention, who, as expected, laughed amusingly and sank further into the chair, a sly, playful smile on his lips.

“Oh, he is expecting a member of the Gideon family.”

Spencer swore and, in that moment, he was never so jealous of ostriches for being able to stick their heads underground. If he were one of them, he would definitely do it.

“I'm not expecting Y/n.” he said, whit voice higher and thin than usual.

“But I didn't say it was Y/n.” Derek laughed and Spencer felt his cheeks go red.

This time he gave up hitting back, his let out a bad mood murmur and turned forward, forcing himself not to look at the door anymore. From that moment on, Spencer focused on focusing on the pile of reports in front of him, forcing his brain to disconnect from the things around him and concentrate on matters that demand his all attention.

The hours went by, faster this time, the case-free day was being used to finish late reports and giving the team time to recover the nerves and breath of the last case.

After noon, Gideon still hadn't arrived and Spencer started to feel slightly fearful. He was about to take his phone out of his pocket and dial Jason when JJ appeared, handing over more piles of reports to they that required to be finished today.

Derek gave a loud curse of annoyance, muttering something and back to writing again. Emily was used to the paperwork bureaucracy, but from the bittersweet and dissatisfied look on her face, Spencer knew that no one there shared the same delight him had with paperwork. He also knew that Morgan was exhausted because he had remodeled a property yesterday and was barely could to sleep, and Prentiss felt overwhelmed because she was dealing with problems with her mother and with the bureaucracy policy that Strauss pressed against her.

Then Spencer looked at the file stack itself. There was a lot of paperwork, but the amount of reports he would finish in two minutes was three times what his friends would finish in an hour. He leaned forward, looking over the table to see Emily and focusing Derek better in his field of vision.

“Do you guys want to give some reports? I finish faster anyway”

They agreed without hesitating or pretending modesty. Reid laughed, saying that his friends would owe him one, and went back to work.

After that, when Spencer finished the reports and lifted his head from the paperwork, the light in the world had dimmed to a dark blue hue, streaked by small, bright stars.

The breeze coming in through the large glass windows was fresh and invigorating, the scent of the night's wonderful promises was reminiscent of your perfume. And then he realized that neither you nor Gideon showed up all day. Something about him withered, the euphoria diminished until it became as small as the stars outside. The clock struck seven at night when Spencer got up and put his things away, millions of feelings buzzing in chest.

The unsettling sense of concern began to take place than had previously to been emotions of anxiety and excitement, and he pondered whether to ask Hotch about Gideon or to call himself. Reid looked around, looking under his colleagues, who were packing up to go home, and going up to Aaron's office. He could still see his figure under the marble table, the light from the room underscoring the serious and concentrated expression he directed to the documents. The air in that room looked different, maybe more dense, maybe more serious. But Spencer knew it was best to let Hotch do his own thing.

He ran the tip of his tongue over the corner of lips, reaching into his pocket and reaching for his cell phone.

“Hey, Reid." he turned toward Morgan, that signaled them to go to the elevator.

“Did you speak to Gideon today? Or did you hear Hotch say something about it?” The question came after he reached Derek, both of them walking out the glass door.

"Is it Gideon you're worried about or... his daughter?” He laughs shamelessly, pressing the elevator button.

Spencer stumbles over the words when says: “Wh-What? No. I'm just worried about him. It has nothing to do with… ”

As soon as the sentence was about to end, the elevator doors open. Instead of the usual void or presence of someone from the FBI, Spencer felt catatonic when he saw the female figure inside.

You.

In a burst, like a strong wind that blows and pushes things away, Spencer was struck by all the feelings and sensations that had been bubbling in his stomach all day. Euphoria, anxiety, insecurity and... animation. Suddenly, he was worried again about how he would look, what he would say, if he was presentable enough for you to look at him with... Well, Spencer didn't know how he wanted you to look at him, but he wished it were something that guarantee your affection.

He wanted to be something that excited you, that made your heart race. Just like his was now.

"Y/n...” He did not recognize his own voice. The intonation.

"Hey." You smiled genuinely, and it was able to make Reid's heart beat so fast that he feared you could hear. “I'm sorry I didn't show up and neither did my dad.”

“No problem at all.” He was sincere “Did something happen? Are you two okay? ”

The concern in Reid's voice was so palpable that you losing your breath. God, that man couldn't be real.

“I just remembered that Garcia is call me." Morgan tried to swallow a big smile “It was good to see you, Y/n.”

“Me too, Morgan.” You gave him a hand gesture that, for Reid, was lovely.

Spencer put his arm in the elevator door, preventing it from closing.

“Will you want to leave?” Always as solicitous as a gentleman.

“Oh no.” Now it was your cheeks that were softly red. “I came to see you actually.”

If nothing that had happened before was not enough to steal Spencer's breath, your sentence completed the mission. He put himself in an elevator, pressing a button and letting the doors close.

"I was going to bring my dad today, but ... well” You laughed “To put it succinctly, my dad has a list of things he wants to do before he dies, and one of them was rollerblading”

You and Spencer laughed. Half because he would have laughed at anything you said to see your smile, and half because he couldn't see Gideon having such a list. But he liked it. The feeling of knowing that Jason was having fun, enjoying life, not letting that job rip off all of his humanity, was comforting, joyful.

“Why do I feel this is not going to end well?" He joked too and you laughed.

“Because it doesn't end.” Your fingers ran through your hair “We ended up going to a place that had this, before he have work today, and he ended up twisting his ankle when he fell.”

You tried to no laught, because it was not something to play with, but after the fright passed and your father and you were entangled, they both burst out laughing. And now, reliving that, you didn't remember the hurt itself, but how great the fun between the two of you had been.

“He is fine?" But Spencer had a worried flash in his eyes.

“Oh, yes, the doctor said there was nothing much. He just needs to get some rest.” You smiled “I was going to call, but one thing led to another and when I saw it, it was too late to call. So I thought about coming in person.”

Spencer was known to have a photographic memory and a very high IQ, but at that moment, if then asked what you had just said, he would need a moment to remember. For the only thing he was concentrating on at that moment was the certainty that your smile could light up the whole of Washington. How your eyes held the stars' syntax and how the energy that emanated from you was... cheerful.

He realized that you were a cheerful person, outgoing and with an innate ease of making friends. You had that special touch that made people and the universe orbit around you. And Spencer knew it was one of the planets captured by your gravity.

"It is very sweet of you to come here to tell me that.” He smiled, but then realized what he had just said “N-not that you owe me any explanation! I just-I think it's cool that you worried and…n-not that I waited for you but… not th-that I didn't expect you too and...” Spencer stopped talking, giving up trying to find the right words to get him out of the mess he got himself into.

At times like this, Reid was used to people just dropping an embarrassed nod and leaving, or ignoring the avalanche of things he said. But as soon as the tone of your laughter echoed through the elevator and snaked through him body like a wave of energy, Reid looked at you more closely. You didn't give that embarrassed look, nor did you look sorry for him. You laughed lovingly and touched his arm.

"I was also looking forward to seeing you.” You summed up all of him thoughts in one sentence and freed him from all fears.

"Serious?" But disbelief was still present.

The elevator door opened and the two of you got out, walking to the exit of the building and being greeted by the cool, comforting breeze of the night.

“Yea.” You said as if it were obvious, “What do you think about going to a movie? It's not too late. ”

If Spencer had been told a few weeks ago that in a few days he would be on a date with the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, he would have scoffed. He would have thought it was a joke with a background of evil. Going out with girls was not on the list of things Spencer did regularly, but he was thanking any confusion or mistake the Universe had made to accidentally placed you with him.

To be honest, with you on his side, with you with him, Spencer felt like he had won in life. That all those years of school and university, when he only saw beautiful girls from afar and dreamed of what it would be like to have one this girls interest in him, had dissipated into the air. Dissolved in the breeze like smoke. During all the hours of film, the joyful and ecstatic conversations you both had after, Spencer could feel the connection in the air. Naturally, kind of magical.

Did he know you two days or two decades ago?

You told all of your adventures, all of stories, and listened carefully to every ramble and phrase Reid had to say. He felt, for the first time, completely important. As if everything he had to say was valuable as a diamond, rare as a tropical treasure.

He felt comfortable, relaxed, cheerful.

And when, at the end of the night while the two of you were walking along the lively and vibrant streets of DC, you took his hand and intertwined yours fingers, Spencer never felt so alive.

He had been born twenty-four years, but only now did he really feel what it was like to be alive.

tagged: @gublersuvula @peculiarinsomniac

[ssimagines]

Reid’s Monster 7|| Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2126

Summary: Spencer Reid AU where Reid creates a Monster. It’s been nine months now.

Warnings: Halloween Oriented triggers, Frankenstein triggers, HALLOWEEN THEMES, scar, FLUFFFFFFFFFFFF

Long Note:  Just so you know I know halloween can be triggering, please don’t read if you have a problem with halloween or scars. Thought these are necessarily very ready triggers at this point they can still be triggering. 

This is sorta based off an imagine series for Andy Biersack that I read two years ago and I would like to credit the author so thank you No-love-for-the-sick. This is a variation on your idea, but I am trying to put my own spin on it.

I suck a lot more every time! okay Here’s the next part super late.

If you would like to be tagged in the last part let me know.

There are one more part left and I have no idea how to end this, but either way there will be major feels here. 

So I know that in a past installment I mentioned both Emily and Morgan were still on the team, but in this part the team is Emily, Rossi, Alvez, JJ, Garcia, Tara. I know there is like 5 years from the team in the last one and this current team and even the team I’m using now isn’t the whole season 12 team, but I just did it that way to include Alex Blake as a past team member.  

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4    Part 5     Part 6    Epilogue 

Masterlist

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your frame was only covered by your panties and a bra. You had been getting dressed when your attention had been caught by the mirror that hung on the back of the closet door.

It shocked you how your body had changed in the last nine months. There were only three noticeable scars now. One was on your chest, the other two were on your left leg. Spencer had told you that he had a hard time with his cutting of your left leg. It was the first piece he got so it just didn’t turn out the way he wanted it to. You didn’t really mind though.

It wasn’t the scars that marked your real history that had caught your attention. This was about something very different. There forming right under your nose was a small bump, the small bump of a baby.

You had found out that you were pregnant with Spencer’s child about two months ago, but at that time you were already nearly five weeks pregnant. The two of you had gotten pregnant just after your sixth month mark when had returned from his case. You never really thought that you would be able to see the baby that was growing inside of you.

You weren’t dumb. You knew that eventually you would be visibly pregnant, but you had not realized it would start so subtly.

“Spencer?” You called to your boyfriend.

When you had gotten out of breakfast to get dressed, Spencer had gone to kitchen get coffee and start on breakfast. It was a routine that you had long established since you started to take classes at Georgetown, curtesy of a good word from Rossi and Reid’s old friend Alex Blake who used to work there.

“Yes?” Spencer called back to you. His loudening voice and the sounds of his footsteps alerted you that he was coming to you.

You didn’t respond as you carefully ran a hand along the small bump. Your eyes never left its reflection even when Spencer opened the door of the closet making it harder to see the mirror.

Spencer poked his head into the closet. His eyes passed over you lovingly. He didn’t seem to notice what you were doing or the small bump as he looked you over head to toe admiring the woman that he loved with everything in him.

“Princess, why’d you call me?” He said. “Breakfast was almost done and I should get back to the eggs before they burn.”

You gestured him to come to you without saying a word over even looking at him. His eyebrows furrowed, but he did as you asked and stepped into the walk-in closet.

“Close the door,” you said so softly that Spencer almost missed it. He did as you asked and came to stand beside you. Your eyes were still studying the new part of your outer appearance. At this point Spencer was dying to ask what you were staring at.

A wave of worry washed over him as he scanned your body. Three scars glared at him. For months, he had been waiting for the other shoes to drop and you to start yelling at him for the scars, but you hadn’t. Spencer feared that that was about to change.

“Do you see this?” you asked as you turned to the right to get a profile view of your protruding belly.

Spencer’s eyes once again looked over your body smiling at the near perfection in front of him, part of it was pride of creating you and part of it was just admiring you. The thoughts of your scars were forgotten as they were no longer visible.

You placed a hand underneath the baby bump when you noticed he still wasn’t getting what you were talking about. You watched his reaction in the reflection as he stood behind you. His face lit up, and the smile that barely peaked out over his lips now spread widely across his face.

He opened and closed his mouth trying to come up with words to say. He looked a little like a fish. You turned around to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around his waist and looked down at your smiling face.

“This is real,” Spencer whispered still in awe.

You chuckled and nodded. A shit-eating grin stretched across your face nearly mirroring Spencer’s wide grin. He swooped down to capture your lips with his. It caused you to laugh even more. Spencer picked you up and brought you to your bed. He threw you down into mess of the sheets that been vacated only thirty minute ago.

He peppered your face with a million of kisses. He trailed kisses down your body to the new bump. His warm lips made your heart fluttered as you watched him lean over you with his legs pressed against the side of your bed.

“Hi sweet baby,” Spencer said into your stomach. “I’m your daddy. I just want to tell you that with you here you make your mommy look even more perfect than she already does. I can’t wait for you to be out here with us.”

You looked down at Spencer as he talked to your bump loving. You ran your fingers through his mess of curly hair. This moment was one you never wanted to forget.

“Did you know that you actually have ears now?” Spencer said gently. “Your mommy had been making fun of me talking to you for the past three weeks, but you will be able to hear me soon, so she can’t say anything anymore. Don’t tell mommy, but your ears can’t hear for another four weeks at least.”

Spencer continued to rambled to your baby bump, but you were once again distracted by a strange smell that burned at your nose.

“Spencer, the eggs,” you called sitting up and nearly throwing him to the floor with your sudden movements. Panic reached his eyes as he scrambled out of the room and down the hall toward the kitchen. You heard yelling as you stood up and picked Spencer’s shirt off the floor before going to the kitchen.

When you reached the kitchen, Spencer stood at the sink. The pan was there letting off a disgusting burning smell and a bit of black smoke.

“I burnt the eggs,” Spencer said without looking at you. You just laughed at your boyfriend with a smile.

It had been another two months making you 21 weeks pregnant. Spencer and you had been discussing how to tell his team, but hadn’t come to an agreement until just recently. You were now coming in for lunch to tell them.

You hadn’t seen the team in nearly a month, excluding JJ, because of how much you were showing, so you were excited to see them again. You had a gift bags for the team. You couldn’t help the pounding feeling your chest as you waited for the elevator to reach the correct floor. You were staring down at your shoes that were a little to small for your swollen feet.

When the elevator dinged, your eyes flicked to the doors as they rolled open.   Spencer stood there smiling his sweet small smile. Getting out of the elevator spencer wrapped his arm around your shoulder and took some of the gift bags out of your hands.

“Hi,” spencer said as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “How was the drive here? Is my mom’s nurse at our house?”

Spencer had brought his mother to live with you guys a month ago, and you absolutely loved having her there. Her dementia and schizophrenia had caused you some problems when it came to finding and keeping nurses, but she was great with you. She had taken over this nurturing role over you even though you were the one that was supposed to be taking care of her. Spencer said it probably had to do with the fact that you were visibly pregnant.

“It wasn’t too bad,” you responded. “And yes, her nurse is there. I just hope that she is still there when I get back.”

You let out a deep sigh as you said the words. Spencer knew how much stress the nurse issue was putting on you and he was doing his best to help, but he had work that took up a lot of your time. He rubbed your back lightly as he lead you to the bull pen. Nothing else was said between the two of you as you walked together.

The moment you entered the large room you were greeted with the sight of some of your favorite people. Penelope was the first to see. She let out a happy squeal as she came over to you. You were carrying the gift bags strategically to hide your growing baby bump even though you were wearing a large jacket that did the job just fine.

Garcia pulled you into a hug careful not to squish the gifts. The rest of the team took their turns giving you hugs even Luke Alvez who you had yet to meet. After everyone, had their turn Garcia was the first to speak.

“Spencer had said you were bringing us gifts?” she said gesturing to the bags in both yours and Spencer’s hands. You smiled widely and chuckled.

“Yes, I did,” you said. JJ gave you a knowing smile. She was happy that she would no longer have to keep this secret for you. There were to many other more important ones to worry about.

“Can I help you?” Luke asked offering to pass them out.

“No, I got it thank,” you said shaking your head. “Though you can take this one. It’s for you and Roxy.”

You handed Luke a blue bag. He seemed shocked that you had gotten hi something but graciously accepted it.

“Don’t open them until we say so,” Spencer said as he handed Rossi one of the bags.

You handed Emily a small purple bag. Without it the nerves in your chest also seemed to leave. Spencer handed Tara and JJ their bags as you gave the last bag to Garcia. You made your way back to stand beside Spencer. He threw his arm back around you as he looked at his team who were anxiously looking down at the bags in their hands. You wrapped your arms around Spencer’s waist scanning their faces as well.

“Okay, go ahead,” you said.

It seemed all at once presents were opened in a fury of tissue paper. Garcia pulled out the little blue onesie that said “if mommy and daddy say no ask aunt Garcia.” The largest smile spread across her face as she looked at. Rossi pulled out the shirt in the bag that said “Honorary Grandpa.” Luke held a dog vest that had been specially made to say “Baby Reid Bodyguard.” You had picked out a onesie that said big boss for Emily and Tara had been given a set of pacifiers that all said back up mute buttons. As per Spencer’s request, JJ was given two shirts for Henry and Michael that each said God brother to be.

Everyone took a moment to look at their gifts before all the pieces clicked in everyone’s head. Garcia was the first to give you another hug. She pulled you in tightly which you returned with the same strength.

“You guys are pregnant?” Rossi asked with a large smile on his face.

“Yeah, we are about five months along,” Spencer said as you nodded.

“That is so great, guys” Emily said she pulled Spencer into a hug before doing the same to you.

“I’m so happy for you,” Tara said. Tara started cleaning some of the issue paper that had been thrown to the floor with the help off JJ.

“Roxy is going to love this,” Luke said chuckling. He also gave you and Spencer a hug.

“Congrats again,” JJ said. With a sweet smile.

“You already knew,” Garcia said.

“Yes,” JJ said laughing. You joined her laughter when you saw the look of betrayal cross Garcia’s face.

“How could you?” Garcia said to you.

“I’m sorry, but it’s hard to hide a baby bump from someone you see every day,” you responded. Garcia perked up when you said baby bump.

“Let me see let me see,” she called making the whole team laugh. You removed your jacket to show off your now decent sized baby bump. Garcia came over and fawned over the bump as you all settled into a casual conversation with the team happily chatting about the future.

This was your family. You, Spencer, your baby, and the BAU.

TAGGED: @ultrarebelheart

[plus-size-reader]

Breaking Protocol

Spencer Reid x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2151 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Spencer kept in touch with the daughter of a serial killer they took down. They think there's a copycat which brings them to her door once again

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As a general rule, the BAU team didn’t keep in very much contact with the people they saved. The victims' families, or sometimes the victims themselves were kept at arm's length, due to protocol. 

However, protocol never said anything about the Unsub’s families. 

Your father, a gruesome and heinous serial killer, who murdered your mother along with seventeen other women had brought the FBI’s behavioral analysis unit to your door. 

It was your sparkling wit and kind eyes that kept one Dr.Spencer Reid there for far beyond when the case had ended. 

There was something special about you, something that Spencer recognized almost immediately, but the more he spoke to you, the more pain he found behind those kind eyes that drew him in. 

You were in constant pain, a constant pain that you couldn’t avoid. Everytime you closed your eyes, you saw him there, the way they found him when you called the police. He was covered in blood, holding a knife, poised over her body. 

You didn’t even know her. You had never seen her before in your life, but there she was, lying dead on the kitchen floor. 

And yet, you remained as gentle as anyone could have been. It confused Spencer, and naturally he wanted to know what it was that made you that way. 

So he kept coming to visit you, even months after your father’s initial arrest. He just wanted to make sure you were okay, for whatever reason. 

It didn’t make any sense and he was painfully aware of that but it wasn’t something he had any control over. He cared about you and that was never going to change. 

...For whatever reason. 

At this point, you two didn’t speak much with Spencer only making monthly visits when he was in the area and calling at least once a week to check up on you. 

Until today. 

You had heard a few things here and there on the news, but you kept away from all that nasty stuff to avoid the nightmares. It was hard for someone with your past to ever really move on.

That had become clear to you but the point wasn’t that you were moving on, it was that you were doing your best. 

It was all you could do.

Though, all thoughts came falling away as soon as you heard that knock on your door. It was familiar and you couldn’t have mistaken it but that didn’t confuse you any less.

Spencer wasn’t supposed to be in the area for another week or so, but there was no one else who knocked that way. It was a signature of Reid’s so that you knew it was him. 

He liked to have a special thing between just the two of you. 

Not that it helped you in any way right now. 

“You aren’t supposed to be here for another week-” you started, swinging the door open without hesitation, only stopping when you realized Spencer wasn’t alone. 

In fact, he couldn’t have been farther from it. There were three men standing on your doorstep, each holding badges up to your screen with muted intentions. You had no idea what this was about, but it didn’t really matter. 

Knowing Spencer as well as you did, you knew it was only a matter of time before he filled you in with more detail than anyone could have ever needed. 

“Sorry, I should have called first” he shrugged, knowing that a heads up would have been nice but this whole thing had to be by the books and nothing was going to change that. 

Not even how much he cared about you. 

“Not a problem at all, what can I do for you?” you wondered, opening the door to them, letting them slip into your house without hesitation. Whatever it was they needed to talk about, you weren’t worried. 

Spencer had made it very clear that if there was any development in your father’s case or something changed, he was going to make sure you knew before anyone else. 

Even if it meant breaking protocol, which he did frequently where you were concerned. 

This was going to be a hard conversation to have, and Reid knew that, but luckily he knew you well enough to know that you could handle it. You were adults, and you weren’t living under some illusion over who your father was. 

You knew that he was a monster, and you also knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life rotting in prison. Still, having to relive the things he’d done was going to be had. 

After all, you were sure that you’d put that all behind you after he was locked up. 

“Y/N, we have to talk about your father” Spencer started, counting on Alvez to let him take the lead on this whole thing. They weren’t sure what exactly it was going on between the two of you, but they could tell you had a bond. 

It might have been odd, but if it could help them find whoever was committing these murderers, no one was about to stop him. 

“Why? Did something happen?” you asked, terrified that perhaps he’d gotten out or something had happened. It horrified you, but you knew well enough to keep calm. 

Whatever it was that was going on, you just had to trust that Spencer was going to take care of you. Besides, there was no way your dad had managed to get out of there. 

He had been locked in max security a few years ago and wasn’t ever getting out. That was what Spencer had assured you and that was what you needed to be the case. 

You had to make this work.

“Not exactly. There have been a series of murders following your father’s original schematic. All signs point to a-” 

“A copycat?” you filled in, fully aware that must have been what he was alluding to. It had always been a fear of yours, something you had talked to Spencer about a few times but you never thought it could actually happen. 

After all, what kind of person could actually idolize the monster you were forced to call family? You had always assumed that no one would be that sick, but clearly you were wrong. 

Someone had an interest in his brutality.

“Yeah, and I was hoping you could help me? No one knew him better than you, after all. If anyone could get inside his head, it would be you” Spencer informed, giving you that look he always did when you talked about the past. 

He didn’t like it. 

It hurt him to have to see you relive all those horrible memories, but it was just something you had to do. He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t absolutely need your help, and you knew that. 

You knew that he needed you, and you weren’t about to turn your back on him. 

So, you nodded.

Whatever it was that Spencer needed you to do, you would be able to figure it out with him by your side. 

~ “Do you want to talk about it? Before I bring you into the bureau, I mean?” he asked, sitting down beside you at your dining room table, where you were staring out your kitchen window. 

You had been like that since the rest of the team left, content with the fact that Spencer was going to bring you to the BAU after having a brief conversation with you.

Though, it had become clear by that point that the conversation was going to be anything but brief. 

“Talk about what Spence? My dad and all those girls he murdered? The fact that somebody is taking a page out of his handbook? Or we could talk about the simple fact that even locked up, he’s ruining my life” 

Your words were a ramble at best but that didn’t make it any harder for Spencer to piece together what you were getting at. This was hard on you and no one knew that better than him.

You were completely different when your dad was around, even from behind bulletproof glass, and it was only natural that you tried to avoid all mention of him.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m not going to let anything happen to you” he assured, reaching out to take your hand in his own, a strange gesture coming from him. Even with you, Spencer had never been too keen on that. 

Perhaps it would have been comforting, had you been worried about you. Though, you couldn’t have been worried about yourself at a time like this. You were really just having a hard time believing this. 

How was it possible that someone was going to do this? Of all the things your dad was, a role model wouldn’t even make the list. 

“I’m not worried about that Spencer, I’m worried about everybody else” you sighed, trying to rationalize why in the world they would even need you for all of this. 

Spencer knew your father’s M.O and case like the back of his hand, and probably better, after everything you had been through together and any information you had, Spencer had too. 

It was all locked up in his beautiful brain, and besides, it could be so dangerous for you two to be in the BAU together. After all, you didn’t know what kind of trouble Spencer could get into for keeping contact with you all this time. 

It may have been against some kind of rule or protocol for all you knew. 

“Tell me the truth Spencer, why do you want me to be part of this so bad?” you wondered, knowing that if it was just for information, they didn’t really need you. 

You just had a feeling that there had to be something more going on, and as well as you knew him, you knew better than to believe that Spencer could avoid the truth with you for that long. 

Not after all the time you two had spent together. 

“I think you may have something new to add-” he started, but you stopped him before he could get further into whatever he was going to say. You didn’t have to have to be a genius to know that he had some kind of ulterior motive. 

You just had to figure out what it was. 

“We both know you don’t need me for that Spencer. What is this really about?” you hummed, turning your attention away from the window completely. Whatever this was, there had to be some reason he was keeping it from you. 

After all, he had never kept anything from you before. Under the circumstances of which you two met, nothing else really seemed that important. 

This was the first time you had ever known Spencer to hesitate where the truth was concerned.  

...But eventually the truth came. 

“Fine. I want to keep you safe” 

It was nothing more than a whisper but you caught it just fine due to the close proximity between the two of you. Now, you were much less concerned with the copycat or anything else. 

Instead, you were focused on the emotion on Spencer’s face and the obvious distress there. 

Something was wrong, “If a copycat is deeply obsessed with your father, there is a good chance that they will want you or at least, victimize you” he warned, running his hands through his hair gingerly. 

He could hardly breathe just thinking about what could happen to you. Your father never went after you because you were off limits for him but he killed his victims that bore a strong resemblance to you. 

If your father killed surrogates in your place, there was no reason to think someone idolizing him wouldn’t go after you. They would lack the personal connection that kept your dad from hurting you. 

…And Spencer wasn’t about to let that happen. 

It made sense, but you also didn’t understand why he cared so much. Though, before you could tell him that you thought it was silly, you realized that the hold Spencer had on your hand had only tightened when talking about it. 

He was scared. 

Realizing that stopped all joking and teasing in their tracks, as you thought about it. Spencer genuinely believed that you were in danger and had interwoven you into the investigation to keep you under close watch. 

“Okay Spence. Let me pack a bag” you decided, before stepping away to grab a change of clothes and some of your essentials. If this was so important to him, it wouldn’t kill you to make him feel better. 

After all, it wasn’t every day that you saw Spencer that shook up. You just had to hope that staying with him for a few days would be enough to convince him that you weren’t in any danger.