#matthew gray gubbler smut

[mfxoxo]

I'm a slut for you, I won't deny it, I'm not trying to hide it.

I'm living on my knees, fuck me till I scream.

[webbluvrsugar]

Spencer Reid’s new morning routine after getting with bau!reader.

When Spencer started dating you, things went off quickly and you both agreed that it would be best to start living together — after all, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other and sometimes he was just too tired to drive to your place after a long case, what he didn’t expect was the insatiable hunger you felt for him every single morning.

Sure, since you’ve been sleeping in the same bed, his morning boners have been way more common than usual, — specially because you sleep with your body clung onto his, but that’s not something he’s complaining about — but now he’s having to explain to your coworkers how you’re both getting late to work almost every morning, because usually, you’re just having sex until it’s too late to get ready for work.

“You know, Morgan’s starting to ask around and — uhm… we should really start getting dressed.” Spencer tries to get you off him, not that he doesn’t want a piece of that pussy every day, he’s even read about what gets you like this right in the morning, yet he just doesn’t know.

“Uh-huh…” you answer, bluntly uninterested in what he’s saying as you straddle him in the sheets, moving to remove your tee, which is really his, and pulling his pyjama pants down.

“You’re going to drive me insane…” he breathes, one hand moving to his hair. “Or get me fired.” He mutters, but you’re quick enough to take his lips into a kiss.

It’s not long until you’re bouncing on his cock like you depend on it, his eyes rolling back as he shivers and whimpers, hands lightly flexing on your waist as his head tosses back on the sheets, its moments like this that he doesn’t really want to get to work faster.

“Fuckkk, y’feel so good.” His eyes glance over the clock, your hand slightly moves to grab his face, his attention goes back to you.

“Sorry Spence, just a little longer.” You lean down to kiss him again, your tongue moves past his lips and his hands go up your body, taking your tits on each hand.

When you’re on top of him like that, like he’s everything you need, Spencer is not that sure if this is that much of a bad idea.

[spookievan]

heyyy! could you make a moodboard base on this picture?? thanks!! x

the actor's girlfriend's camera roll <3

[ghsface]

WILDEST DREAMS... - spencer reid

Sumary: It was a one night thing

Warnings: smut 18+, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (Don't do it), and a little bit angst

Author's note: I was inspired a little by Wildest Dreams by Taylor Mother Swift bc in my head the song is written for Matthew Gray Gubler (I know it's not written for him but let me live in my fantasy). I also imagined Spencer in season 7 while I was writing this so keep that in mind, or just imagine it however you want, and I'm sorry if there are mistakes/misspelled words, my native language is not English.🩶

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The rain fell in curtains over the city, blurring the outlines of the buildings and silencing the usual bustle of the streets.

The lights of the cars reflected on the wet asphalt, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that seemed straight out of a dream.

You were in the usual cafeteria, trying to concentrate on your book, but your mind wandered to Spencer Reid.

From the first time you saw him, there was something about him that attracted you in an inexplicable way.

His eyes, full of knowledge and a subtle melancholy, his messy hair and that unique way of speaking.

You had shared several moments on the team, but none like the one that was about to happen.

The doorbell rang, and you looked up to see him enter, soaked and a little disheveled, but with that irresistible aura of mystery and intelligence.

Spencer saw you and a slight smile appeared on his face. He approached your table and sat in front of you.

“Sorry I was late,” he said, shaking the water out of his hair.

“Don’t worry.” You smiled at him, feeling a slight tickle in your stomach. There was something about the atmosphere that night, something electric that you couldn’t ignore.

They spent the next hour talking, sharing stories and laughter. Every time their hands accidentally brushed against each other, an electric current ran through your body.

The conversation flowed naturally, as always, but this time there was a palpable tension in the air.

As the coffee shop was about to close, Spencer suggested they walk a little to clear their minds.

You nodded and the two of you went out into the rain, not caring that you got wet. The conversation continued as you walked through the empty streets, but your thoughts were elsewhere, on what could happen if you let yourself get carried away by the impulse of the moment.

Finally, they arrived at Spencer’s house and he looked at you with those deep eyes and you knew he felt the same way too.

Without saying a word, you both walked in and headed to the elevator. The silence between you was intense, heavy with anticipation.

As you reached the apartment, Spencer opened the door and ushered you in first. The room was lit by a dim light, creating an intimate atmosphere.

He closed the door behind him and, without saying anything, approached you. You could feel his ragged breathing, his nervousness mixed with desire.

He took your face in his hands and kissed you with a softness that contrasted with the urgency of his movements.

His lips moved over yours, exploring, discovering, while his hands slid down your body, sending waves of pleasure through your skin.

The kiss became more intense, more desperate, as if they both knew that this moment was fleeting, a wild dream that would fade with the dawn.

You let yourself be carried away by the passion, by the feeling of his hands on your skin, by the taste of his lips. Spencer led you to the bed, his movements sure but full of a tenderness that disarmed you.

His hands slowly moved down your back, unbuttoning your blouse and sliding it off your shoulders.

His lips followed the same path, leaving a trail of burning kisses. You shuddered as you felt his hands unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts for his lips and tongue to eagerly explore.

His touch was a contrast of softness and firmness, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

You helped him remove his shirt and slide his pants off, eager to feel his skin against yours.

His hands ran over your curves, memorizing every inch, as his breathing grew heavier.

You bit your lip as you felt his erection press against you, increasing the anticipation.

He laid you back on the bed and positioned himself over you, his eyes locked on yours as his hand slid across your belly, slowly moving down until he reached your crotch. His fingers found your wetness, exploring you skillfully, drawing moans of pleasure from you.

You arched against him, wanting more, needing more. “Spencer, ple-please…” you whispered, your voice filled with longing.

With a look of absolute desire, he leaned down to kiss you deeply, while his fingers kept up their relentless rhythm. He brought you to the edge of climax, again and again, until you couldn’t take it anymore. Finally, he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between your legs, his eyes searching for your approval.

You nodded, and in a slow but determined movement, he sank into you. You both let out a moan of pure pleasure in unison.

The feeling of being completely filled by him, combined with the intensity of his gaze, had you lost in a whirlwind of sensations.

Spencer began to move, slowly at first, savoring every moment.

But urgency soon took over both of you, and his thrusts became faster, deeper, taking you to the edge again and again.

Every bump of his hips against yours, every brush of his skin against yours, brought you closer to the edge.

“You’re amazing…” Spencer murmured, his voice cracking with effort.

Your nails dug into his back, marking his skin as the pleasure intensified. You felt your climax approaching, an overwhelming wave of ecstasy that you couldn’t stop.

With a gasp, you let yourself go, your body shaking beneath him as you reached the peak of pleasure.

Spencer followed soon after, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside you.

The world seemed to stop for a moment, leaving only the feeling of being together, of being one.

You stood there holding each other, breathing together, feeling the connection you had created. You knew this moment couldn’t last forever, that it was just a wild dream, but as long as you were in his arms, anything seemed possible.

Eventually, reality caught up with you, but the memory of that night was etched into your memory, like a wild dream you would always remember.

Spencer looked into your eyes and whispered, with a sad smile, “I’ll never forget this night.”

And you knew, deep down, that you wouldn’t either.

The next day, you found yourself in the office with Emily, JJ, and Penelope.

They were aware of your crush on Spencer and looked at you with curiosity and complicity in their eyes. “Well?” JJ asked, a playful smile on her face.

You blushed, remembering every detail of the night before. You took a sip of your coffee, trying to find the right words.

“It was… amazing.” You finally said, your eyes shining with the excitement of the memory.

Emily arched an eyebrow, interested. “How amazing?”

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t keep anything from them. “We kissed in the hotel room and… everything was so intense. His hands, his lips, everything. It was like time stood still.”

Penelope giggled and tapped you on the shoulder. “We knew Spencer had something special, but wow!” JJ leaned into you, his expression more serious. “And what happened next?”

You bit your lip, remembering the feeling of his body against yours, the way his thrusts brought you to the edge of ecstasy again and again.

“It was passionate, intense. I felt like every move of hers was bringing me closer to climax. I’d never experienced anything like that.”

Emily smiled, understanding. I’m glad it finally happened.

You nodded, feeling a mix of joy and nostalgia. “Yes, but I also know it was a fleeting moment. I don’t know what will happen now.”

Penelope gave you a comforting hug. “The important thing is that you lived that dream. Now, no matter what happens, you’ll always have that memory.”

The four of you were silent for a moment, sharing the intimacy of the moment. You felt grateful to have friends like them, who supported and understood you.

Finally, Emily broke the silence. “Well, whatever it is, you know we’re here for you.” JJ nodded, smiling. “Yes, and remember, Spencer is a complicated guy, but he’s also a good man. If this has a future, I’m sure you’ll figure it out together.”

You felt comforted by his words, knowing that no matter what happened, you wouldn't be alone. And as you remembered the intensity of the night before, you couldn't help but feel a spark of hope for what could happen now between Spencer and you.

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[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 17: Writing On Skin + Thigh Humping + Frottage

Roommate!Spencer Reid x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Warnings: writing on skin, thigh f*cking, dry humping (frottage), spencer is a sexy lil shit, brief moment of insecurity, lowkey highkey hand kink, kinda phone/keep quiet sex

Summary: Did your roommate just use you like you’re…a piece of paper? And why does it make you want him to tear into you?

You yawn, outstretching your arms as you exit your bedroom towards the kitchen when you’re startled by a frantic Spencer. He’s on the phone, pacing back and forth in the living room. He perks up at your presence as he mouths and hand gestures for you to find him a pen.

You hurriedly do so, pressured by the urgency. Rummaging through the drawers in the kitchen, you find anything but a pen. You raise your pointer finger in the air, remembering you’d left a permanent marker on the coffee table from your late-night studying session yesterday. Rushing over to hand it over to him, you feel accomplished. But then he sends you a look of indifference, so you shoot him back with a look of displeasure.

“Paper?” He whisper-yells.

“When ya give a mouse a cookie…” You quip but he’s not time for your sassy behavior.

“Just a second, sir.” Spencer says into the phone and before you know it, he’s spinning you around so your back’s facing him.

“Hey! What are you—”

“Shh!” He harshly commands and it all happens so smoothly that you barely have time to process it at all. Bending you over the arm of the couch, his hand swiftly unlatches your bra while the other lifts the back of your shirt up and over your head.

“Ready!” Spencer says confidently and you squeal at the feather touch of the marker gliding along your back.

For a moment, insecurity settles and you tense. He’s seen your naked back countless times before in some backless tops and dresses you’ve worn. But this felt…intimate. Especially when his hands would occasionally rest on the folds in your back to use as both support and to keep you from squirming.

Spencer provides you a reassuring touch, sliding his free hand up and down one side of your back for a moment before giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. It’s fleeting motion but you register it, melting away your anxieties as you allow yourself to indulge in the sensations he’s giving you.

God, you’ve stared at those hands on many occasions, worried he’d someday catch you. And admittedly, you’ve fantasized about them around your throat while alone in your bedroom. But now here they are touching a surprisingly sensitive part of you.

Spencer glues his hips against your voluptuous backside and you feel the familiar throb and line of heat against your thin shorts. You wiggle yourself back against him, smacking around his clothed large member between your plush globes. You look back in time to see him biting his lip as he tried desperately to concentrate on writing and not making a sound that would give you both away.

He does a particular thing with the marker where it traces down your spine and into the dip in your lower back that makes you shiver. Licking then biting your lips as if savoring the pleasure on your tongue, you quietly mewl.

He’s becoming impatient, slowly humping your ass until his cock slips between your plush thighs. You gush in the way he grips the back of your neck for leverage, giving a thrust you swear you can feel prodding the soaked lining of your pants. You close your legs around him, fearing that he’d just might enter you through your clothes and you’d certainly end up being too loud.

He fucks his hardened cock through the enclosed space, nails digging into your skin and trailing down your back at how good you feel.

“Yes, yes, yes,” He says into the phone though you know it’s meant for you. “Perfect. I’ll be there right away.”

He punctuates his last note entry into your skin then ends the call. He recaps the marker, tossing it somewhere before he’s creeping over your back to place wet kisses on your supple skin.

“You were perfect,” He whispers. “I wouldn’t mind using you as my canvas again, painting you beautiful with my love.”

He drags his teeth along your shoulder before whispering in your ear, making you arch into him. “Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?”

[niteskysx]

part 3/3 of Putting in the Work 🧎🏻‍♀️😩😭🙈😩✨🤭

spencer reid x fem! reader (yxn)

The last student had left, leaving you and Dr. Reid alone in the classroom. You were overwhelmed with this whole situation and you didn't know what was happening with Dr. Reid so you decided it was best to switch professors and transfer to another class for the remaining of this semester. Hesitantly, you approached his desk with a transfer request form.

"I need you to sign this," you said, holding out the important document. "It's really important."

Dr. Reid was completely absorbed in grading papers when you approached him. He He glanced briefly at the form before turning his attention to you. He took the document from your hand and asked, "What’s this?"

"It's a transfer order to switch classes," you explained, swallowing and almost trembling. "I need you to sign it, please."

He looked at you for a good, long minute before he started untieing his tie and let it drop onto a nearby chair. Rising from his seat, he circled around you, slowly walking behind you. Your breath quickened as you felt his presence so close.

Without a word, Dr. Reid slid his fingers up your neck and began to kiss it. His lips were warm and soft, brushing lightly against your skin. You shivered, torn between the strange pleasure and the urgent need to get him to stop and sign the form.

What’s happening? All I can think about is how this is so wrong... but it feels so good.

“Um,” you murmured, your voice trembling. “Dr. Reid, the paper—”

He continued his kisses, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders, pulling you closer. His touch was intoxicating and you found it hard to keep your focus on getting that signature, especially when the sensations were this distracting.

“Mm-hmm,” Dr. Reid replied, barely acknowledging your words. His kisses grew more insistent as he pressed closer.

You struggled to maintain your composure, your attempts to discuss the paper becoming increasingly difficult. “It’s really important,” you said, your voice breaking.

Dr. Reid’s kisses traveled along your neck and shoulders, his touch making it hard for you to think clearly. “Sure. Okay,” he replied nonchantly, his focus clearly on your neck rather than the document. He then moved to the other side of your neck, pushing your hair aside with a swift motion. His cold, long, slender fingers sent shivers down your spine.

The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, and the boundary between professor and student became increasingly blurred. Somehow, you got your focus back to the document and you persisted once again but this time, raising your voice slightly. "Dr. Reid—"

Finally, he gave up. Dr. Reid’s frustration was noticeable as he pulled back abruptly with an exasperated sigh, his breath heavy and irritated. He moved to the desk and grabbed the document with quick, decisive movements, signing it with a harsh, frustrated stroke.

He handed the signed paper back to you, his expression a mix of irritation and lingering desire. “Here,” he said snapped. “Take it.” You could tell he was angry.

You never saw him so angry before. Not even in class. Not even at other students. You felt almost afraid of him. Like, truly afraid.

You accepted the paper, feeling a a wave of relief mixed with confusion. You looked down, your cheeks flushed as you tried to avoid meeting his gaze. Dr. Reid leaned against the desk, adjusting his disheveled hair and shooting you with a look that that seemed to scream, “You can get the fuck out now."

With a nervous tremor in your voice, you managed a quiet, “T-thank you,” and hurried towards the door.

Just as you were about to leave, Dr. Reid’s voice sliced through the silence, with pure coldness in his tone. “Remember to cover those hickeys!” he barked after you in clear anger as you exited the room.

[shortnspidey]

SPENCER REID

“It doesn't matter what she looks like. I mean, she's already the most beautiful girl in the world to me.”

➩ Series:

↳ coming soon …

➩ One Shots:

Icebound Devotion

↳ a case involving a couple of hockey players makes Spencer doubt if you deserve better.

[weasleysjoke]

Last New Year’s Kiss

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Seeing Reid in a suit at JJ’s and Will’s wedding makes you act up and tell Spencer your true feelings for him.

Warnings: smut, kinda rough sex (?, penetatrion with protection, oral (m receiving), aftercare

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: As always, a reminder that English is my third language so there might be grammar errors, I try my best.

“Everything is fine. You are having a great time and you are good, Y/N.”

Even the image in the mirror knew I was lying.

If it weren’t for a stupid doctor looking sexy as fuck in a suit, nothing bad would had happened. But Reid just had to mess up with me, hadn’t he?

There were too many things leading up to this, but it didn’t make him less guilty.

For starters, I was sexually frustrated.

My job is complicated on his own and when I was home, I didn’t feel like going out to get a new hook up or whatever. I was always tired, and relationships are difficult to maintain while you are travelling all over the country. My calculations told me that I hadn’t had any type of sexual contact with another human in 3 months, last New Year’s Eve.

That leads us to the second reason that drove me mad. New Year’s Eve.

Flashback: New Year’s Eve

Spencer and I had always had a flirtatious relationship. Well, I flirted with him and made him constantly blush. He seemed so innocent and I loved that.

Everybody in the team teased us because of our weird dynamic. Derek and Emily always joked around about how we had to have sex and end the sexual tension once and for all.

So, New Year’s arrived, and we all went to Rossi’s mansion to celebrate, even JJ and Hotch left their kids with a nanny and joined us.

I was on my second cocktail with Emily at the backyard when Derek came back of God knows where with Spencer by his side. Spencer looked extra shy that night, maybe because he wasn’t comfortable in this type of environment, so I decided to make conversation with him.

“Hey, Spence. Come sit by my side, I will make you one of my special cocktails.” I wiggled my eyebrows and got to make him laugh and relax a little.

“How about we play some sexy games?” Derek shouted like he was a frat guy and made me cringe.

After some drinking games, the hot questions started to get hotter than ever.

“I have never had a threesome.”

Emily and I looked at each other and toke a shot.

“What was that?” Penelope asked looking accusingly to us both.

“What was what?” I responded innocently.

“I have no idea what she’s trying to say. And you, Y/N?” Emily followed me.

“No idea at all.”

“Don’t tell me you two had a threesome without me!” Derek pretended to be mad.

“We didn’t say anything…” I winked at him.

Spencer tensed by myside.

“I have never had a crush on someone on this team.” Derek seemed to direct this one towards me and I flipped him off.

Spencer and I were the only ones who took a shot. Our eyes met each other, he looked down immediately nervously.

Did he…?

“Well, I think I am going to leave you kids have fun on your own.” Rossi laughed and left towards his house. Hotch and JJ with Will left to pick up their kids.

Derek and Emily looked suspicious planning something in whispers and when Emily saw me looking at her she just winked at me.

“Ok, truth or dare, Y/N?” Morgan turned towards me.

“Are we college kids now?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Answer.”

“Truth.”

“Tell us your crush.” He smirked.

“Dare.” I answered.

I fucking hate them for doing this.

“I dare you to kiss your crush.”

“The way I hate you all so much right now.” I toke a shot and turned to look at Reid. “Fuck it.”

“Wha-?”

I crushed my lips against his closing my eyes to not see his reaction. After a few seconds not feeling his response, his lips started to follow mine making me feel more confident in what I was doing. As he opened a bit his mouth, I toke the chance to enter my tongue.

Holy fuck.

His tongue against mine felt so fucking magical and I couldn’t stop a moan from scaping.

The moment ended when we heard Morgan, Penelope and Emily cheering us up.

Spencer separated from me with his cheeks full of color and toke a lock of my hair behind my ear. “You are so drunk, Y/N. You are going to regret this tomorrow morning.”

End of the flashback.

We didn’t speak about that kiss ever again.

Of course I regretted that kiss.

I regretted it because I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his lips every time he started talking.

I regretted it because I couldn’t help but to touch myself while thinking of his tongue inside my mouth.

I regretted it because it made me realize that anything happening to us was impossible. He would have talk to me about it if he wanted to do it again but instead he ignored me the few days after and acted as if nothing had happened.

All of that leads us to the big reason of why I am standing in front of a mirror, looking at myself in one of the bathrooms in Rossi’s home.

We all had been called by Rossi after a stressful case telling us that Jennifer and Will were getting married at his house and that it was a surprise for JJ. Everybody had to be formally dressed and it’s known that I’ve only seen Spence on a suit once before at an FBI event.

So, here I am.

After the wedding, everybody was having dinner, but I couldn’t be there. Not with Spencer sitting in front of me and giving me looks. He was just there looking all hot, rambling stuff about weddings and licking his lips like he always did, looking straight to my eyes.

I wondered if he did all that on purpose. He must know how good he looks.

Obviously, everything started to be overwhelming, so I had to excuse myself and go to the bathroom.

A knock on the door woke me up from my thoughts.

“Y/N, are you ok?”

Of course, it had to be him.

“Emily told me to come check on you. She said you were distracted the whole night and that you needed me to talk to you, what is this about?”

Of course, she fucking said that. Kill me now.

“Open the door, please.” Reid said with exasperation in his voice.

I sighed and opened the door. “Hey.”

He looked like his brain was going to explode of confusion. “What’s going on, Y/N?”

“I just feel weird today, sorry.” I responded avoiding his brown eyes.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” He grabbed my chin and made me look straight to his face. “I thought we were friends; you can tell me everything.”

He sounded so worried.

I sighed again. “Spence…”

His hands fell from my face. “What?”

“I like you. Like, REALLY like you. More than friends - kind of like you.”

His eyes opened at its fullest.

His body didn’t make a move.

His mouth didn’t make a noise.

“It’s alright, Reid. I- I just hope this doesn’t change anything.” As I give him a sideway smile, I leave him there and go back downstairs.

I arrive to Rossi’s backyard and saw everybody dancing to the soft music and laughing. Emily saw me and came towards me.

“Hey, why such a long face honey? I thought I would have solved your Doctor trouble.” She smirked but it slowly faded as she saw I wasn’t returning a smile. “What happened up there?”

“I told him I like him more than friends.”

“That’s great, Y/N! Why the fuck aren’t you hooking up with him right now then?”

“He doesn’t like me back, Emily.” I look up to the sky to try dry the tears that were forming in my eyes.

“Y/N! That ain’t true. He always talks to Morgan about how much he wants you. And everybody sees the looks he gives you when you do literally anything.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “That just doesn’t make any sense.”

I watch as Spencer goes straight to Morgan and starts discussing something with him. He seems frustrated.

“What did he say? His exact words.” She asked.

I keep looking at the discussion happening a few feet away.

“He didn’t say anything.” Spencer looked at our way and his eyes stayed fixed on mine. He was talking about me with Derek, I know it. “He just stood there in shock.”

Derek pushed Spencer and he started walking towards me.

“Do you mind dancing with me for a bit?” He said offering a hand and I just stood there looking at him. “Please?”

“Sure.”

I toke his hand and we started dancing.

“Y/N, I haven’t stopped thinking about that motherfucking kiss since New Year’s Eve.” My heart skipped a beat at his words. “I have liked you since you started working at the bureau.” He continued, “You are stunning and that fucking kiss. Derek and Emily haven’t stop telling me how I had to make a move, but you never brought what happened up, so I just thought-.”

“You thought what, Doctor?” I smirked.

His grip on my waist tensed. “I thought that you didn’t like it.”

“Fuck, Reid. You are so damn dumb sometimes. I was the one that threw themselves to you. I was the one that kissed you. I had to touch myself so many times after your ramblings because you didn’t stop licking your lips.”

He smirked. “You had to touch yourself?”

“Fuck yeah, Reid. I hate you so much.”

“How about we go to my apartment and show me how you touched yourself?”

I wetted my panties right there.

I toke a deep breathe. “Let’s go.”

After a few goodbyes and a ‘get it girl’ from Penelope and Emily, Spence and I leave in his car. I could get mine tomorrow.

“You look fucking delicious, Y/N.” I blushed at his compliment.

I almost never wore dresses, but this was an special occasion. I was wearing a little black dress that hung in all my curves and revealed a little too much of my back.

His hand found my thigh and he started making circles with his thumb.

“If you look this delicious in it, I wonder how you will look with nothing on. Fuck, I am getting hard just thinking about it.”

“Spence, shut the fuck up or I’m going to make you pull over right here and make you fuck me in the car.”

He smirked at me and turned to look straight ahead. “Just a few more minutes, baby.”

We managed to arrive to his apartment building and when the elevator door shuttered, he pinned me to a wall. We started to hungrily kiss each other and a moan left my lips.

“It’s so much better than I remembered.” I said.

“Mhmm.” He agreed without leaving my mouth alone.

The door of the elevator ringed, letting us know that it was opening, and we proceeded to walk rapidly towards his door. He opened it quickly and turned to face me.

“Jump.”

I didn’t hesitate for a second and jumped. He grabbed the back of my thighs and I embraced his neck with my arms loosely. He closed the door with his foot and walked to his bedroom, all while his tongue was still inside my mouth. When we arrived to the end of his bed, he sat me down on it and grabbed a handful of my hair making me moan and look straight to his face.

“Now, I want you to put on good use that fucking mouth of yours.”

I moaned again.

Fuck, he knows how to use his words on the sheets too. I am so wet right now.

I unzipped his pants and toke his boxers with it, his hard on full on display in front of my eyes. I couldn’t help but open my mouth and go for it, I wanted it so bad.

I started licking his length and circling my tongue around the top of his cock making him groan. His hand pulled my hair harder and a sound escaped my mouth. I bopped my head with my hand helping me to reach the base of his dick. As I continued doing movements with my hand, I sucked his balls making him moan outloud.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. Stop.”

I stopped. “You don’t like it?” I looked at him innocently.

“You know what you were doing, little girl, but now we have to get you started.”

He started stripping me off my clothes, first my top and bra. After sucking my tits, he went for the pants and panties, leaving me completely naked, laying on his bed.

He stood in front of me contemplating me like I was a piece of art.

“You are breathtaking, little girl.”

He sat on the bed, next to me, and pinched one of my nipples with two fingers.

“Now, I want you to show me how you been touching yourself thinking about me. If you are a good girl I may come and help you out.”

I felt really self-conscious, I’ve never done anything like this before. He felt that I was unsure, and he started stroking my thigh with one hand.

“You should never feel ashamed in front of me, Y/N.” He smiled sweetly. I sighed and smiled back.

I started to imagine his hands all over my body as I dragged mine to my stomach, travelling down slowly. As I reached my core, I started drawing circles around my clitoris making me moan imagining his long fingers in me. I inserted two fingers inside of me.

“Look me in the eyes, little girl.”

“Spence… I need you.” I started moving my fingers quicker.

“What do you want, baby?”

“Your cock, Reid, please.” I whined.

He straddled me and his lips attacked mine again. He dragged his tongue on my bottom lip and I opened my mouth granting him full access. He reached to his night table and grabbed a condom from the first drawer.

“Spencer, I need-.” I couldn’t finish because the full length of his cock was inside me. “Holy fuck.”

“Shit, Y/N.” He groaned. “You are so fucking wet, I slipped so easily.”

I moaned and a rough rhythm was settled. His hand went to my clitoris and started stroking it.

“I’m not gonna last long, baby.”

One second after, he left fully my body and grabbed my waist.

“What are you doing…?” I asked confusedly but with one movement he turned my body making me lay on my stomach. A ‘fuck’ left my lips.

He grabbed my waist and I arched my back giving him an easy access. He slapped my ass and inserted his cock at its full inside of me.

“Spencer!”

He continued roughly and slapped my ass again. My walls clenched as I reached my high making me follow just right after. He groaned while I screamed his name one last time. He left all his weight on me tiredly.

After a few seconds, he abandoned me and went to his bathroom. He appeared again with a towel and helped me get cleaned.

“Are you good?” He asked sweetly.

“Hell yes, Spencer. Don’t go all shy on me again, I know the real you now.” I smirked and he laughed.

“And you seemed to enjoy it.” He arched an eyebrow.

“I really enjoyed it. Fuck, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He smiled proudly and kissed my lips. I couldn’t stop a yawn from leaving my mouth and he laughed separating from me.

“Let’s get some sleep, little girl. Tomorrow I will be taking you on a date.”

I kissed him again and turned to sleep. He cuddled me and hold me tightly.

“I ain’t going to leave if you that’s what you fear. I am all yours, Spencer.”

“Good, because I’m not letting you leave my side ever.”

[pinkcoffeecup]

jelly, spencer reid

Summary: When an undercover job goes a little too far, Spencer finds himself grow more and more protective, and somehow jealous of a serial killer. 

Warnings: NSFW!, Dom!Spencer, Sub!Fem!Reader, Agent!Reader, penetrative sex, possessiveness, jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap guys), pet names (princess, baby), case details, violence (reader x unsub)

Word count: 2342

Y/n was often picked to do undercover work. Even though no one had said it out loud, it was clear that it was because she was the most ‘victim-like’. Most serial killers had a type, and most of them were surprisingly similar so it was just pure luck that Y/n almost without fail fit the description. Well, luck would probably be the wrong word to describe it.

She didn’t mind going undercover, but it took something out of her every time she pretended to be attracted to these god awful men, knowing full well what they had done as she would place her hand on their forearm, a flirty smile plastered across her face. “Are you ready, Y/l/n?” Spencer asked from behind her.

Y/n took a last look at herself in the mirror, before nodding, “I guess? What do you think?” She turned around to face him, an innocent smile on her face as she showed off her short dress.

“It’s, uh, you look great,” He tripped over his words as he spoke, “It’s short,” Spencer added, placing his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Yeah, that’s the point, Spence,” She laughed, “Let’s get this over with then,” She squeezed past him in the doorway, missing the way his breath hitched slightly as she accidentally brushed up against him.

They made their way towards the team, and Spencer wished that he was oblivious enough not to notice all the agents looking her up and down as she walked past. He didn’t know why, but their hungry looks made him feel nothing but anger and disgust, emotions he rarely felt.

“Great, they’re here,” Hotch said as they approached, “When we get there I want Reid and Prentiss to go in with Y/n as backup. Morgan, JJ and I will be outside with swat if anything goes wrong. Remember, this guy is incredibly violent, so don’t hesitate to call us in,” He talked fast, already heading towards the car before he was finished.

Spencer rarely drove, but today he found himself in the driver's seat, Y/n sitting next to him. “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m sure we can ask Hotch to call it off,” He suggested, silently hoping she wouldn’t go into a dark bar to meet a serial killer, totally unarmed whilst he’d most likely have a weapon or two.

“Spence, I’ve done this a hundred times before, it’ll be fine,” She smiled, placing her legs criss-cross on the car seat, “Hotch’d never send me in if he thought I couldn’t handle it,”

“Yeah, I know,” Spencer muttered, “It’s just, this guy is insane, I mean you’ve seen the crime scenes, they’re brutal,”

“Don’t worry about it, worst case scenario the place will be swarmed with swat and you’ll just help me get out,” She smiled sweetly at him, only earning a small sigh from the man next to her, “I’m serious Spencer, it’ll be fine,”

As if on queue, they pulled over to the side of the road, the large neon sign in front of them, “Okay,” He mumbled, opening his door.

Y/n didn’t lie when she said she’d done this a hundred times, and even tonight when she was meeting one of the most brutal killers she’d ever heard of, she wasn’t nervous. She had grown so used to acting completely oblivious to all of their creepy advances, that it almost came naturally. It was as if the second she was put in these outfits, strutting into a bar, she was a whole new person.

Once she entered, she went straight towards the bartender, ordering herself a drink. She saw Spencer and Emily sitting at a small booth to her left, and she gave them a small nod as if to confirm that she’d seen them.

It didn’t take very long for the stool next to her to be occupied, and she was getting ready to move somewhere else before realising she was exactly where she needed to be. The man was even more disgusting in real life, but Y/n still put a smile on her lips, glancing over at the man.

“Hello,” He greeted, returning a smile, except it was one hundred times creepier than Y/n’s, “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“What do you mean?” She asked, turning in her chair so that she was facing him. “Well,” He said, “you seem like you’d have better things to do, but I’m not complaining, it brought you to me on a silver platter,” The man laughed a little as he spoke, a flirtatious tone lacing his every word.

Y/n played along, giggling a little as she looked over to Spencer and Emily’s boot, finding Emily alone. Soon Spencer appeared behind the man, shooting a small glance at Y/n before ordering himself a drink. “What do you say? Do you wanna go outside for a second?”

She had almost said yes, being so used to always agreeing to everything that was requested. But then she remembered what Hotch had said, to keep him inside for as long as possible to ensure that he’d not get away, “I need to finish my drink,” She said, taking a small sip.

“I can get you another one somewhere else,” He stood up, grabbing her arm to pull her up with him. But Y/n wasn’t phased, she was ready for this. “We can do that too,” She giggled, “but can’t I finish this one first?”

It was as if something shifted in his gaze as she spoke, his eyes growing darker every second. “No,” His voice was stern as he took a step closer to her. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” He opened his jacket slightly, showing off the large knife he had hidden, “you’re going to come with me, whether you like it or not,”

“Do you understand?” He asked, his grip around her arm making her wince in pain. Y/n didn’t say anything, unsure of how much she’d be able to push it, “Do you understand,” He repeated.

“Yes, sorry,” She said quietly, looking down at the floor. Just as she felt his grip loosen around her arm, the man was slammed against the bar, Spencer pushing him against the wooden table a little harder than needed as he placed the handcuffs tightly around the man’s wrists. “You’re under arrest for the murders of Cindy Andersson, Marie Smith, Kelly Knight, Alice Newman-”

"I had him, Spencer!” Y/n interrupted. She couldn’t help but be mad at his intervention, she had the situation under control. “You’re never going to get a confession now!”

Spencer didn’t say anything more, just looked at her as he pulled the man up from the table and pushed him out of the building.

The car ride back seemed a lot longer than before, an angry silence surrounding Y/n and Spencer. “What the hell was that Spence?” She broke the silence, “I had it under control,”

“Yeah, under control,” He scoffed, “he was practically breaking your arm Y/n, you know how dangerous he is!” Spencer’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Oh, come on! Just because someone touches me doesn’t mean I’m going to break to a thousand pieces, I could take it,” She explained, her voice laced with annoyance.

“I don’t care if you were able to take it, I don’t want a man like that touching you in the first place!” He felt his voice go to a depth it usually didn’t go to as he spoke, anger lacing his every word. He didn’t get a response, and as he looked to his left, he heard a small giggle from the girl next to him, “What?”

“Are you, Spencer Reid, Jealous?” She said, unable to suppress her smile, “and not only jealous, but jealous of a serial killer,”

Spencer scoffed, not wanting to admit how spot on her profiling had been, “no,” he began, “I am not jealous, I just don’t want you being an actual victim. Especially not on my watch,”

She laughed once more, “You are so jelly,” she said. The car pulled to a stop only seconds after she had spoken her words, Spencer shifting in his seat so that he could face her. “You’re really pushing it Y/n,” He said.

His eyes were darker than usual, and Y/n couldn’t help but allow her mind to travel to places she never let it. Places where Spencer Reid was the centre of attention. “What are you gonna do about it, Doctor Reid?” She smirked, looking up at him through her thick eyelashes.

Spencer hesitated for a split second before he leaned in to kiss her, his hands gripping her cheeks roughly. He couldn’t help but be shocked when he felt her kiss him back, her hands gripping his curls.

He let his hands fall from her face and instead grip her waist, lifting her over to his lap, her legs straddling him. His hands were roaming her body, wanting to feel every part of her.

She pulled away to catch her breath, taking the time to undo the buttons on his shirt. “Eager are we?” Spencer chuckled, grabbing her hands, “let’s take it easy princess. Want to take my time with you,”

His hands continued down her body, only coming to a rest at her thighs, “Now,” He played with the hem of her dress, pushing it up her body at an agonising pace, “If you at any point want me to stop, I want you to tell me,” Her dress was almost at her hips, Spencer’s eyes searching hers for a sign to stop, “I need a yes or no baby,”

“Please,” She breathed, “yes,” he let his hands dip under the skirt, feeling her wetness through the fabric of her panties. “So wet for me,”

He dragged a finger through her folds, soaking her panties even more, “Just for you,” She moaned, Spencer chuckling slightly at the way she was falling apart before him.

“Just for me, huh?” He pushed her panties to the side, pushing a finger inside her causing a loud moan to fall from her lips. “No one else?” He questioned, his thumb finding her clit as he pushed another finger inside. “No one,” She moaned, “only you,”

“Such a good girl for me,” He could feel her walls tightening around him, her head falling to his shoulder as he sped up slightly. “Nah uh, I wanna see your face,” Spencer ordered, Y/n obeying.

“Spencer, I’m-” She began, but was cut off by another moan, “c’mon baby, cum for me,”

Y/n had never felt better, Spencer’s fingers working pure magic as she reached her high. Once again her head fell to his shoulder, and once again, Spencer chuckled at the girl in his lap.

He pulled his fingers out of her, “open up,” he tapped her bottom lip, her mouth opening slightly as he pushed his fingers inside, “suck it,”

She did just that, tasting herself on his fingers as he kissed the top of her head, “Think you can do one more?” He asked, pulling his fingers back out.

Y/n nodded slightly, “Good girl, so perfect for me,” Spencer unbuttoned his pants, Y/n glancing down at the tent in his underwear. Her hands fell down to his crotch, letting her finger run up and down his length a few times before pushing his underwear down. “You’re so big,” she mumbled, a small smile forming at her lips.

He pulled her in for another kiss, deepening it as he lifted her slightly, “Are you sure?” he asked, earning a desperate nod, “words baby, I need words,”

“Yes,” She breathed. Spencer didn’t waste another second before pushing her down on his length, his breath hitching as she grinded against him. His hands gripped her hips tightly, lifting her up and down on him. “God you feel good,”

She followed Spencer's rhythm, trying her best to lift her body up and down despite her weak legs. Her hands were on his shoulders, her head falling backwards as he let one hand travel back down to her clit. “Spence,” She moaned.

“Tell me how you feel” his pace sped up slightly as she spoke, “So good, filling me up so well,”

Y/n, who had thought her previous high had been as good as it could get, was reaching her second orgasm, and it was somehow impossibly better than the last. “I’m gonna-”

“Hold it,” Spencer interrupted, only speeding up his pace. Spencer himself was reaching his high, only making it more enjoyable watching the poor girl struggle to hold her orgasm in. “I can’t hold it Spence,” She whined, “Please?”

“Fine, cum for me princess,” She did as she was told, and Spencer followed not long after, helping her ride the orgasm out.

She stayed on top of him, her head finding its favourite spot on his shoulder. Spencer chuckled slightly as he wrapped his arms around her body, letting his hands travel up and down her back, “you did so well baby,”

Spencer’s ringtone interrupted the heavy breaths, bringing the two of them back to reality. It didn’t make it any better as Spencer read the name on the display, “Hey Hotch,”

“Where the hell are you two?” His voice was stern as he spoke, “The rest of us got back half an hour ago!”

“I, uh, we got lost,” Spencer tried, a hand placed on the back of Y/n’s head, holding her tight against him.

“You got lost?” Hotch questioned in disbelief, “You got lost?”

Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at Spencers terrible lying, and Spencer had to bite his tongue to avoid joining her in a fit of giggles, “Yeah, I’m sorry, we’re on our way,” Spencer said.

Hotch seemed to accept his apology, only telling Spencer to hurry before hanging up. Y/n finally broke out in laughter, Spencer moving her off his body as he too was laughing. He buttoned his pants back up before turning the keys in the ignition, “We’re in deep shit,”

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The Trained Assassin.

Spencer Reid series. Part 1.

Not my gif! Credits to the owner.

Summary: Life’s not easy when you found out that instead of being trained to be a spy for the CIA, you are being trained to be an assassin, a killer. The people you wanted to stop, they were making you one. That’s when you joined the BAU to become someone new, you didn’t want to be someone’s toy. You wanted your past to be errased, that’s all. But it’s not easy to hide a past like that.

“The First Case”

You could felt your heart beat faster than normally when the lift to the BAU building started moving. You closed your eyes and the face of your previous boss came in front of you, you opened them as fast as you could, anger was not the feeling that you wanted to feel right now.

The lift made a noise letting you know that you arrived at the floor you wanted, the doors opened and the noises of keyboards typing and phones ringing came into your ears immediately.

You stepped outside the lift and walked to Hotchner’s office as you were instructed when you talked to your old friend. When you were walking you felt a lot of eyes on you, but didn’t put much thought into it, you were used to that.

But Doctor Spender Reid was no used to that, the fact that a total stranger walked into the floor like she knew the place, caught his eyes. You looked interesting, like you were hiding something, someone mysterious and that’s why he couldn’t takes his eyes off of you.

You knocked on the door and you heard a “come in” from inside. Once you opened the door Agents Hotchner and Gideon appeared in your sight. Hotchner stood up from his desk and came to you to give you a big hug.

“Hi, y/n” he said after letting you go.

“Hi, Hotch.” You said with a smile “it’s good to see you again. And you too, Gideon”

Guideon hugged you with a half smile on his face. “I’m glad you’re here”

You nodded and sat down at the chair Hotch pointed.

“You’ve grown” he said.

A half smile appeared on your face and looked down “I lot has happend since we last saw each other”

It’s true.

A couple of years had past since you worked on a case with Agents Hotchner and Gideon, you were 21 and now, 25. Since then you three didn’t see each other face to face but kept in contact in case the BAU needed your help or your... special abilities.

“I’m sure you’re gonna fit well with the rest of the team, they are good people and they’re not much different from you” Gideon said and when it took you a second to give a response, he noticed and added quickly “different stories, same motives” You nodded with a half smile.

“And don’t worry, we didn’t tell them anything. Is your story to tell if you want.” Hotch said and I gave him a half smile.

“Thank you”

“We have a meeting to discuss the next case in ten minutes” Hotch said “you can set you stuff in your desk in the mid time.

“Thank you, Hotch” You stood up and once Gideon left the room you said “seriously, for everything”

“You know I always wanted you on the team, you’re one of the greatest.”

When you left the office and walked down the little stairs, you searched with your eyes your desk and in a matter of 5 seconds, you read the name “y/n y/ln” on a peace of paper on one of the desks.

You put the box that you were carrying since you left your car on top of your desk, when you realized you didn’t have much of “your stuff”. You didn’t want anything from your life to be remembered. Just... one thing.

You opened the box and the only thing that could bring you joy on this time was on a picture with a big smile on his face. Your little brother. You grabbed the picture and tapped it to the side of your desk. You missed him.

When you put the box aside, you felt a set of eyes on you. You looked to your left and a guy with glasses on was staring at you, but as soon as you looked at him, he went back to the book that was on his hands.

“Everyone on the meeting room” Gideon walked fast to the room followed by Hotch.

Once you were on the room, the eyes of 5 people were on you.

“Guys this is agent y/ln, she’s going to be a part of this team from now on. We can have the introductions later on, we have to talk about the case immediately”

“Three woman were found dead in the matter of three weeks in a small town from Ohio” A blonde girl said when she gained everyone’s attention “the local police wants us because they think that they have a case of a serial killer.”

“And why’s that?” The big man sitting next to you asked.

“The three bodies had the same cut on their stomachs,” she pressed a little controler that she had on her hand and the pictures of three stomachs showed on the big screen “they all have the letter “X”

“Looks like the killer took his time” the other lady that was sitting down said “look at the lines he carved, they are perfectly cut, not a single one is bigger that the other one”

“On the stories of pirates, they used to put an X on the treasure, maybe he thinks them as treasures?” The guy with the glasses that was looking at you before said quickly.

“Maybe” Hotch said.

“If we are talking about a serial killer, he has the same tarjet.” You said without looking away from the pictures “They are all woman on their 40’s, blonde, and for the look of their clothes, with money. Maybe he hunts them, he stalks them for a while, and when he kills them he puts a an “X” on their stomachs like “treasure found” you finished your sentence and felt all the looks on you. A silence came into the room and to break the tension you said with a half smile “Did I said something wrong?”

“No” the guy with the glasses said quickly. And when he noticed the way he said it he cleared his throat “that was good.” He moved uncomfortably and stood up. “Are we ready?”

Hotch nodded “the car leaves in ten minutes”

Spencer hoped no one noticed his behaviour back there, but he would be a foolish to think that in a room full of profilers. That’s when Agent Morgan appeared next to him putting his arm around his shoulders.

“What was that all about?” Morgan said with a smile playing dumb, because he knew exactly what was happening.

Spencer didn’t look at him and kept putting his stuff on his bag “What was what?”

“You have a crush on the new agent” he said with a bigger smile.

“What?” his voice went high pitch “No I don’t, what makes you think that?” He said while putting his bag over his shoulder, making Morgan let his shoulders lose.

“Oh, c’mon, pretty boy. You should ask her on a date”

Spencer started walking towards the lift followed by Morgan, and now Garcia.

“What are you guys talking about?” she asked.

“I just said that I think Reid should ask the new girl on a date”

“On a date?” Spencer said “I barely know her. You’re crazy”

“Well, that never stopped me” Morgan said with a smile winking at Garcia.

Once everyone stood inside the plane, you felt it turn on and slowly starting to move.

You opened the case file and started to read it, when you felt a body sat down next to you.

“I’m Derek Morgan” the big man said when you looked at him.

“Nice to meet you” you said with a smile.

“Is it time for the introduction?” A voice inside the computer that was in front of Agent Morgan talked and suddenly a blonde woman appeared. “I’m Penelope Garcia” she said with a big smile and you noticed all the jewellery she was wearing.

“I like your necklace” you said with a half smile.

“Oh! Thank you! That’s so sweet”

“I’m Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ” the blonde girl who talked about the case sat down infrot of you.

“I’ve seen you on TV a couple of times, you’re good”

“Thanks” she said with a smile but you noticed that she was not expecting the compliment.

“I’m Emily Prentiss, nice to meet you” she shaked your hand and smiled. “I’m sure you will feel comfortable in no time”

“I’m sure I will” you gave her a half smile.

You looked around to see if everyone introduced themselves but the guy with the glasses was very focus reading the case file. You noticed that his finger was moving quickly on the paper.

“And he’s Dr. Spencer Reid. And yes, he can read that fast.” Morgan let out a little laugh and Spencer looked up from his file.

“Ah, Yeah, nice to meet you” He said and went back to the file.

Morgan and Garcia gave each other looks and you felt confused.

“How did you ended up in the BAU?” Emily asked once she sat down across from you with a coffee on her hands.

You had an answer prepared for this kind of questions, it was not the full story, but neither a lie.

“I worked with Agents Hotch and Gideon a couple of times, I always wanted to work with the FBI, and when I found out that there was a spot for the BAU I didn’t hesitate”

“How old are you when you started? You look kinda young” Morgan said.

“I worked on my first... case when I was eighteen. Now I’m 25” you were tempted to say “mission” but remembered quickly that you couldn’t just say that and pretend that they were the same thing.

“Wow, you started really young!” Garcia said on the screen “Are you a genious like Reid?”

“No, I’m not” you said with a half smile “I just... started way to early”

“You heard that pretty boy?” Morgan said loud enough so Spencer could heard him “your spot for the baby on the team has now been compromised”

Everyone laughed and Spencer just let out a simple “Mhm” while still reading the case file.

What’s up with that guy?

****

The three days that you were on Ohio went flying, it felt like hours instead of days. But the case wasn’t finished. The profile was done, but he was fast, always a step before the team. But then he made a mistake, that’s the opportunity to catch him.

Garcia was good, she found the name of the serial killer faster that you could ever imagined, you never worked with someone like that.

You were at his house, ready to go in, with Morgan and Spencer at your side.

“He’s not here, he’s not at his job” Gideon said on the communicator that Morgan had on his shoulder, “are your ready to go in?”

Morgan looked at me and I nodded, same did Spencer.

“Yeah” He said to the communicator.

“Ok. Keep me posted”

You three approached the door and once you were all on you positions, Morgan knocked the door down and you walked in.

“Clear” Spencer said in the kitchen.

“I’m going to check the back yard” you said and Morgan nodded.

“He’s not inside the house. We are right behind you” you nodded and headed to the door that lead to the back yard.

Once outside, you noticed a leaf moving on the right side, but there was no wind. You got closer and before you could think of anything you felt a body crashing into you pushing you back.

“Hey!” You said and ran after the man.

You heard Morgan and Spencer behind you, but you were faster, being able to pass the man, put your hand on the wall next to you and push your body upwards, hitting the running man on his neck with your knee.

“Nice...” Morgan said tying to catch his breath while you put the man on handcuffs.

“Thanks” you stood up and heard Morgan talking to Gideon.

Once the whole team were back on the police stacion, you decided to stand alone outside. It was something you did after you finished a case. Being a able to think something else that wasn’t the case, that wasn’t murder... it was something you were grateful for. Those moments.

You hear the voices of your team talking and the fear of them finding out your past came into your body. Not a lot of people can pull off moves like the one you did before, they are profilers, they are smart to figure it out. Why did you think that this was gonna work out?

You sighed and closed your eyes when you felt a body stood next to you.

“Hi” Spencer said with a half smile.

“Hi” you repeated the action he did.

“You ok?” He said with a concerned face.

Wait... he didn’t even look at you when he introduced himself, didn’t even talk to you when you were on the case and now he’s concerned? What a strange man.

“I’m ok. What about you?”

“I’m fine. Used to it.” He put his hands on his pants and you noticed that he was trying to say something. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but he closed it. Yes, Spencer was trying to ask you something, but he didn’t find the courage to do it.

After a couple of sencods, he finally said “that was a good move you pulled before”

Your nerves were going way up, but you kept it cool because you knew if you showed a little bit of it, he would noticed it.

“Thanks...”

He was trying to find the confidence he had deep down there, he knew he had a lot of it, but somehow you made him feel like the most insecure man of all time. It was the way you talked, the way you moved your eyebrows when you were thinking, it was the little things he thought they made you so interesting, he wanted to read you like a puzzle, but not like the ones he did every day, you were different. He tried to think like Morgan, how does he do this all the time?

“Do you think that maybe... you would want to grab coffee sometime?” He didn’t knew how he got it out, but he did, and he was glad he did.

The question took you for surprise, and now the fear of them knowing your past turn into... happiness?

“Are you asking me on a date, Dr. Reid?” You said with a smile.

“Uh... yes... maybe, if-if you want to?” He was nervous, you could tell and that made your heart skipped a beat.

“Sure, whenever you are free” you said.

“Yeah?” He said a little bit surprised and happy that you said yes.

“Yeah, it’s a date”

“It’s a date” he nodded and both of you went back inside, with the rest of the team.

PART 2

[webbluvrsugar]

Spencer Reid x Shy bau!reader: trying to work together.

cw: drabble, fluff, fools in love, mutual pining, you’re both in love and you both can’t see it.

You’re stuck alone in a small kid’s bedroom, pink pillows and princess bedsheets, toys all over the room along with books thrown on the floor, a broken window and a missing plush, you’re supposed to be investigating, but it’s almost like the presence of each other is just too distracting.

The team knows how your two feel for each other even without words needed, the glances you give at each other, the mutual pining that’s been going for months, they’re a bunch of profilers, they see it, and you two are profilers too, you should see it. But you don’t, which led to being put together in cases more times than you could count.

“Reid.” You nod for him to come closer, he does, but not after fumbling with a small toy on his hands, almost letting it fall in the process before putting it on its rightful place on the little girl’s shelf.

When he’s next to you, hands clammy on his gloves, suddenly sweatier than they were, taking just a few more steps without realising and suddenly the room feels tight, you’re both really close to each other, he can see the light flush on your cheeks but brushes it off for another different reason, maybe you have allergies or something, who knows?

“I f — found this.” You smile briefly before raising the it up on his face, a glass shard with hints of blood.

Spencer nods, mostly staring at your face than anything else as you look at him expectantly, clearing his throat before speaking.

“Yeah it… has blood in it, that’s — that’s good for the case.” He pulls out a plastic ziplock bag, handing it to you so you can place it there, closing it for you in the process.

“Let’s just hope it’s the unsub’s.” You flash him another smile again, he nods one more time with you.

You both stay silent, he’s looking over at you and you at him, his body towers over yours, you can feel your heart beating consistently, he parts his lips as if he’s about to say something, but you’re both interrupted by Hotch calling you.

“We should — We should…” you point towards the door.

“Yeah, let’s just.. go.” He nods, you walk away in front of him, he follows behind you.

When you’re both back at the bau, you’re talking to JJ and he’s on the other side of the room, sitting in front of Morgan, staring at you, because he really doesn’t know how but he just can’t get you off his mind. He sips on his coffee, Derek notices where his gaze is thrown at, one of his eyebrow raises, it’s almost like you’re too blind to realise what he’s looking at.

“Pretty boy,” Morgan smirks, Spencer turns his gaze right to you. “Go to her.”

“What? No that’s… she’s talking to JJ, I’m just not gonna go to her and..” he’s quickly interrupted by the man in front of him, who’s clearly skeptical.

“Just go, man.” Derek grabs his mug of coffee, slowly pushing him to him before sitting down.

Spencer finds himself walking towards you, gulping nervously as you turn to him, his eyes going to yours before going down to your other features, the soft plush of your lips, your cheeks, the hair that frames your face.

“Hi.” He speaks, JJ raises an eyebrow, turning to you.

“Hey.” You respond, it’s simple, a single word just like him, the blonde understands and makes a move to leave you two.

“Would you… would you uhm..” he sighs, gripping on to the hem of his sweater. “Would you like to grab lunch with me?”

You turn red almost immediately, turning silent in the process, Spencer slightly frowns, waiting for your answer, it’s been just thirteen seconds and he’s already thinking this is a bad idea, fourteen and you’re still quiet, fifteen, he’s starting to think you don’t even like him and then finally seventeen until you answer.

“Yes, I —“ You chuckle, a bright smile showing from your lips. “I would love that.”

He smiles with you, extends his hand for you to grab it, you do, fingers locking with his in a heartwarming motion, taking slow steps to the exit.

“So, what would you like to eat?” You ask as you keep walking to the elevator.

“Whatever you want to.”

[webbluvrsugar]

late hours in his office (professor!spencer reid)

cw: teacher x student (reader is 19 and in college), semi-public sex.

“I just can’t get this, no matter how hard I try.” You speak back to him, he had one hand supporting his face as his elbow rests on top of the wooden table, he’s pensive, as if wondering what could possibly be wrong — is it his teaching style? His way of speaking? — at least, that’s what you think he’s thinking, right now, he’s more focused on the way your dark pleated skirt brushes over your thighs, on the way your lips move, it’s not easy for him to to teach and at the same time hold himself back from you.

“Come here.” He whispers, his voice is soothing and it echoes around the empty classroom, for a moment, you almost forget what you’re here for. You take a few steps closer and drop your books on his desk. “Closer.” He mutters, your breath itches, but still, you walk to him, standing by his side.

One of his hands wraps around your waist, placing you flush on top of his lap, his face peering through your shoulder as he holds you close.

“Spencer, what are you —“ you try to speak, but he just shushes you and rotates your notebook to him, his hand on your waist going down to you thigh.

“Show me what you don’t understand.” You can feel his breathing right against your neck, your fingers tremble as you open your book, turning the pages and pointing to the topic you don’t get.

“Right here.” You tap two times, he nods and grabs his pencil, handing it to you.

You take his pencil between your fingers, his other hand envelopes yours, gliding it to the equation.

“All you have to do… is subtract these numbers..” he explains slowly, his words get muted, all you can focus is on how close he is and how his hand slides closer and closer to the middle of your thighs, the only thing that brings you to your senses is when he squeezes softly. “Got it?”

You breathe in nervously, head tilting to the side to look at him. “I — I didn’t catch that, sorry.”

Spencer chuckles, drops the pencil and keeps his hand over yours, his fingertips touching past the brim of your panties.

“You’ve been very distract lately, you know?” He smirks. “I hope college hasn’t been too rough on you.” His fingers slip past your panties completely, his thumb playing through your folds.

“N — No, it’s fine.” You answer, your back hits his chest, legs slightly squirming on your lap.

“Maybe you just need to relax.” He whispers, thumb rolling soft circles on your clit.

“So just… stay put.”

[mfxoxo]

Love this men more than any other person I've ever met. God I'm so insanity obsessed with him, I need him. I really need to touch some grass.

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caught in the act, spencer reid

Summary: Y/n and Spencer has been together for seven months, yet none of the team members suspect a thing. Well, at least not until Spencer, whilst being a little too distracted, forgets to lock the door to his apartment.

Warnings: Slight Dom!Spencer, fem!reader, Sexual themes (kissing, pet names, slight degradation), no smut (but like almost)

Word count: 1105

"Yeah, I, uh, we’re landing now, I’ll see you soon,” Spencer mumbled into his phone, trying not to catch the attention of any of the team, “Love you,”

Y/n and Spencer had been together for seven months, yet none of his team, his family, knew. In fact, none of them even had the slightest suspicion he was seeing someone.

He hadn’t intended on them not knowing. At first, he had decided to keep it a secret, simply because he didn’t want to jinx it. But then time went on, and a good time to tell them never came around, and once the couple hit six months, Spencer decided that every possible chance he had to tell them, had passed and that it was now officially too late to tell them. “Are you coming Spence?” JJ asked, the whole team looking at him.

“Sorry, what?”

“Drinks? Rossi’s paying,” She added.

It wasn’t unusual for the team to go out for drinks after a case like this. It had been a long, tough nine days in LA, and everyone needed to wind down. But Spencer hated to be away from Y/n for this long, especially as she was struggling to fit all her university coursework into her busy schedule.

And whilst Spencer’s mind was brilliant, but when it came to lying, he was no mastermind. His hands would get all clammy, and his breath would fall short as his words tripped out of his mouth “I can’t tonight, I, uh, I have this book I want to read”

“Are you sure?” Morgan said, “Come on kid, maybe you’ll meet someone you like, y’know?” a suggestive smirk made its way to his lips, oblivious to Y/n who was the only someone on Spencer's mind.

“I’m sure,” Spencer’s voice had somehow stabilised, and with a sense of authority, he added, “But have fun,” before heading out of the jet.

-

He twisted the keys in the lock, slowly opening the door to his apartment. Spencer was always careful to lock the door behind him, he almost did it per automatic, but today, his mind was crowded with something, someone else.

“Spencer!” She rushed up to him, clinging to his tall figure, “God I missed you,”

He rested a hand on the back of her head, and another around her waist, pulling her closer, “I missed you too princess,”

She smiled at the pet name, adjusting her chin on his chest so that she could look at him. She really had missed him, more than she thought she would. She liked to think of herself as independent, but when it came to Spencer, she was anything but that.

“Hey! I almost forgot!” She remembered, a smile spreading across her lips, “I have officially submitted my last essay this term,”

Spencer couldn’t feel anything but pride and happiness for her. “No way! I’m so proud of you!”

Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, “I suppose we have to celebrate then, don’t we?” He mumbled, both his hands resting at her hips as he placed a small kiss on her lips. “Do you deserve it?” he asked, his lips making their way to her neck.

“Mhm,” She responded, allowing him to pick her up from the floor, her legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards his couch, never letting his lips leave her body.

He sat down, placing her straddling his lap. “Never leaving for this long again,” he said, moving back to kiss her lips again, “missed you too much, missed this”

Her hands made their way to his tie, fumbling with the fabric, “I see you missed me too,” He chuckled against her lips. Loosening ties had never been her strong suit, but eventually, she was able to undo the knot and move it off his neck.

Her large yellow knitted sweater was lifter over her head, leaving her in a small tank top and shorts. Her fingers made their way to the buttons on his shirt, once again struggling. Spencer seemed to enjoy the show in front of him, his desperate girl.

She only managed to unbutton four buttons before he grew impatient, grabbing her face and kissing her roughly.

“Hey, Reid?” A voice echoed through the apartment, the door being swung open, revealing Morgan, Emily, and Garcia. “Oh my god!” Penelope squealed, quickly turning back around.

“Knocking guys! Knocking!” Y/n had been quick to move off her boyfriend, sitting next to him on the couch as he tossed her the sweater. “We’re so sorry! But you forgot your bag, and we just thought we’d return it on our way to the bar,” Prentiss tried, but Morgan broke out in a fit of laughter.

“Spence?” Y/n whispered from behind him. He was quick to turn around, shocked to see her holding in a smile as she tapped imaginative buttons on her chest, “the buttons”

He looked down, seeing the randomly undone buttons, “right, the buttons,” now fumbling with the same buttons y/n had been, only minutes earlier.

“When were you planning on telling us you had a- uh- friend here tonight?” Morgan smirked, somehow emitting a small giggle out of y/n.

“I was going to at first,” Spencer defended, “Y/n told me waiting would make it weird, but then too much time passed, and I realised she was right,”

“Hold on,” Morgan said, “At first? How long has this been going on?” He looked almost offended at Spencer's decision not to tell anyone about his secret girlfriend. “seven months” Spencer mumbled.

“Seven months?!” Penelope added, “wow Spencer! I’m so happy for you!”

Derek looked at Penelope for a second, before placing his attention back on the blushing couple in front of them. “Look at you, pretty boy’s got game!” he chuckled, placing a hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Well, we’ll leave you to it then. Don’t want to be a party pooper,” He added nodding towards Y/n before releasing Spencer from his tight grip.

“Go get ‘em, kid!” He laughed, turning around and heading out the door, Penelope following him out. “Again, we’re so sorry” Emily added before following the two outside.

The second the door was shut Spencer let out an annoyed grown. But even an annoyed Spencer couldn’t help but smile at Y/n as she broke out in a fit of giggles.

Even though the previous actions had been interrupted, he didn’t mind all too much. Seeing Y/n so happy was one hundred per cent worth it, “God I love you so much,” He smiled, and even though she couldn’t quite speak as her laughter only grew, Spencer was certain she felt the same way.

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coffee breaks, spencer reid

summary: Spencer finds himself smitten by the girl in the coffee shop

warnings: Sexual implications (mainly flirty jokes), otherwise just super sweet.

word count: 1813

Everyone knew how much Spencer loved coffee, in fact, some would argue that it was what kept him alive. Despite this, he’d never been the biggest fan of coffee shops. The thought of sitting alone in a room full of people as he tried to concentrate on the book he was currently reading, or the case he was currently working on, just made him rather anxious. He couldn’t help but feel like everyone was watching him, whispering about the way he liked his coffee or making fun of the clothes he was wearing. So, instead, Spencer had resorted to ordering to-go coffees for the past decade.

But for the last couple of weeks, his trips to the local coffee shop had gotten longer, and the team of profilers surrounding him hadn’t failed to notice the missing paper cup in his hand as he made his way back through the doors. “Do you think he’s actually getting coffee? Or is he just bored of us?” JJ joked, nodding towards Spencer's empty desk.

“No, Spencer is definitely getting coffee, probably more than before. Have you missed how fast he speaks?” Prentiss joked, recalling the many times they’d had to ask him to slow down as he tried to explain something to them.

“I think he’s got a girl,” Morgan smirked, “If you ask me, pretty boy found his pretty girl,”

Spencer couldn’t help but feel giddy as he walked through the coffee shop entrance for the fourth time that week. “Spencer!” Y/n smiled as she saw him, “What can I get you this fine afternoon?” She joked.

“You know, the usual,” He smiled, “I’m a very consistent man,”

He watched as she chuckled at his joke, typing his order into the old cash register. “Oh, I’ve noticed,” She giggled, “You’re here, what, twice a day? Just for a simple coffee?”

“Not only the coffee,” He looked through his wallet for a five-dollar bill, “I’m also here for the great staff,”

Once again, he watched her giggle, not missing the way a slight blush made its way to her cheeks. He handed her the bill, only for her to push it back to him, “It’s on the house,” She smiled.

“No, come on, I want to pay,” Spencer insisted, trying to hand her the bill once more, “Please,”

“Spencer, let my boss pay you for this coffee,” She joked, “It’s not like I’m paying for it,”

He couldn’t help but laugh, remembering the time he’d met her complete jerk-boss. He’d talked to her like she was a dog, and it had taken everything inside of Spencer to stay put in his seat. The man was a textbook narcissist, and Spencer wanted nothing more than to whisk Y/n away from the situation. “Fine, then consider it a gift,” He tried.

“Just let me give you one free coffee,” she rolled her eyes playfully. Spencer only sighed, placing the bill back in his wallet. “Fine,” he muttered, watching her laugh again before he sat down at his usual table.

The coffee shop was rather empty today, with only Spencer and two other people in opposite corners of the room. He pulled up the case file from his bag, placing it on the table in front of him before opening it up. Usually, he avoided looking at case details in public places, not wanting to scar the people who accidentally caught a glimpse of the horrific photographs hidden in the dark beige paper folder. But today, Spencer was only reviewing old files of robberies.

“Here you go,” Y/n smiled, placing the cup on his table. “I hope your free coffee tastes good,” she added. Spencer chuckled, “I hope you don’t go bankrupt,”

“Oh, you’ve met my boss, he’s got like five businesses and is absolutely loaded, I don’t think it’d hurt his wallet,” Y/n said, only half-joking. There was no denying that Y/n too hated her boss and the way he’d act like he was the most important man in the room at all times.

“Yeah, he’s a piece of shit,” Spencer agreed, closing the case file again. “It took everything in me not to say something,”

Y/n let out an annoyed groan as she pictured her boss walking through the doors. She took a quick glance, only making sure that it had only been her imagination before she slid into the chair in front of Spencer. “You should’ve seen what he did the other day,” She giggled, leaning in close as if her boss was lurking around the corner.

Spencer leaned across the table, meeting her halfway. “What’d he do?” he whispered.

“There’s this new girl here,” Y/n began, “She’s only nineteen, and the other day she got a call while she was at work. She just found out her dad had been in a car accident, he was fine, but hospitalised. So she, obviously, asked our boss if she could leave early, to which he started yelling at her for not putting work first,”

“Are you kidding me?” Spencer watched as Y/n shook her head, “Nope, he said something like: What’s more important? Family or work?”

Y/n continued rambling about her god awful boss, but Spencer couldn’t focus on her stories. He just couldn’t help but study her face, the small freckles on her cheeks, and the way she’d look at him through her eyelashes as she spoke. The way she giggled between her sentences, and the way she tucked her hair behind her ears. He was completely mesmerised by her.

“Are you not going to drink your coffee?” She asked, her voice still soft as she leaned a little closer. “What?” Spencer questioned, only now being snapped out of his daze.

“Your coffee,” She repeated, giggling this time, “It’s getting cold,”

Spencer glanced at the white cup next to him, “Right,” He said, “the coffee,”

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms across her chest. “Here I am, making you a free coffee, and now you don’t even want to drink it,” She jokingly threw her head back in annoyance, “Men these days have no decency,”

“Actually, you are statistically correct about that. Some argue that it is statistically proven that men do not put in the effort to appear kind or welcoming since it’s not expected of them,” Spencer rambled, not being able to pass up the opportunity to flaunt his knowledge, “But I like to think that I don’t come across as arrogant as most of them,”

Y/n couldn’t help but drop her annoyed act, smiling at the man in front of her. “You know,” She began, “There is something weird about you, I can’t really put my finger on it, but I really like it,”

It was Spencer's turn to blush, smiling as he looked down at the coffee in front of him. “You’re not too bad yourself Y/n,” he smiled, not quite sure how to respond.

“Do you want to know why I gave you a free coffee?” She asked, suppressing a giddy smile as she awaited Spencer's response. “I’d love to Y/n,” He said, hoping that she’d say what he was thinking.

“Well, you’re always nice to me, and you seem genuine about it too, not like you’re trying to get into my pants or something,” She began, watching an adoring smile spread across Spencer’s cheeks. “I guess I kind of look forward to seeing you here every day,”

For a second or two, Spencer remained silent. If he was completely honest, he didn’t know quite how to respond to her words. He very clearly looked forward to seeing her every day, so much that he vacated to the coffee shop at every chance he was given. He’d completely ignored the perfectly good coffee machine at the BAU, only to see her. “I do try,” Spencer smiled, “Glad to see my efforts are being appreciated,”

“I must say, I quite enjoy coming here too. Not only for the coffee,” He smiled, watching her cheeks blush once again. “You are honestly the highlight of my day,”

The two sat in silence for a moment, soaking up each other's words for as long as possible. But Spencer’s buzzing phone soon ruined the moment. “Sorry,” He muttered reading the text on the display. It was Hotch, letting him know that he needs to be back at work. “Duty calls,” He chuckled.

“Good luck Dr Reid,” Y/n smiled, watching as he chugged the coffee and grab his things.

He stood from his seat, “I, uh, thank you for the coffee,” He said, suddenly nervous. But Y/n only smiled, watching as he took a few steps towards the door.

His hand was almost on the handle before he turned back, meeting Y/n back at the table. “Sorry, I was just hoping that I could repay you for that coffee,” He said.

“What do you have in mind?” Y/n asked, hoping that he’d understand what she was getting at.

“Well, I was thinking dinner, but if you have anything different in mind, I would gladly do that instead,” Spencer grinned, noticing how she tensed her back ever so slightly at his words. “Let me know when you’re free,”

Spencer turned back towards the door, proudly walking away. “Wait, I don’t have your number,” Y/n remembered. “It’s under the cup,” He laughed, walking out the door.

...

Spencers proud steps continued as he pushed open the BAU doors, smiling as he thought back to his conversation with Y/n. “What’s got you all giddy?” JJ asked as Spencer plopped down in his chair. “What? Nothing?” Spencer tried, somehow forgetting he was in a room full of profilers. “Is she hot?” Emily asked, not bothering to filter her thoughts.

“Emily!” JJ scolded, ignoring Morgans laughter from behind her. “Is she though?” Morgan continued, causing Spencer to let out an annoyed groan.

Morgan sat down on the side of Spencer’s desk, showing that he wasn’t going anywhere without Spencer sharing his secrets. “This has to be against some kind of workplace regulation,” Spencer muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“Oh, and you running off to hop your girlfriend's bones during your breaks isn’t?” Morgan joked, loving the way Spencer's face turned bright red.

“Morgan, that is not what I’m doing,” Spencer tried, but the team only laughed, “And if it was, I wouldn’t tell you,” he added.

Spencer had never been happier to see Hotch’s serious expression than when he stepped out of his office, distracting the team from Spencer’s love life. “We’ve got a case,” He said, causing Spencer to let out a relieved breath.

“Saved by the bell,” Prentiss joked, as they dispersed from Spencer's desk. Right as he was about to get up from his seat, his phone buzzed once again.

Dr Reid, I’m free Friday night.

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[pinkcoffeecup]

competitive, spencer reid

Request: Reader (female,6 years younger than Reid) is new at the Bau. Both Reid and Hotch are into her.  Don't have much more ^^ Thanks! (submitted by  @pumpkinfriend )

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, kissing, case details

Word count: 2571

Y/n had only joined the BAU a few weeks ago, and despite how she still felt like a confused child as she desperately tried to figure the cases out, the team had only found themselves constantly impressed by the young girl.

They had found that she was somewhat similar to Reid, something that they often joked about. It was everything from her young age, to the way she seemed so oblivious to her surroundings, despite her intelligence. They’d often find Spencer and Y/n in a deep discussion about the latest book they had read, or the historical misconceptions of world war I.

“I want Reid and Morgan at the M.E, Prentiss and Dave, you check out the latest crime scene, JJ you go to the first scene, Y/n and I will meet with local law enforcement,” Hotch instructed, earning a few nods and a few ‘sure’s.

Y/n found herself being paired up with Hotch a lot, but she only figured it was because she was new. Being paired up with Hotch wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Even though Y/n always felt like she was always being watched, her every move being analysed, there was still something about Hotch that made her feel safe.

She almost had to jog every other step in order to keep up with him as he marched through the corridors of the Police Department. “Agent Hotchner, thanks for coming,” A man, supposedly the lead detective, greeted.

“Of course. This is SSA Y/l/n,” He gestured to Y/n, the detective and her exchanging a small nod before Hotch spoke again, “Do you have anywhere for us to set up?” The man nodded again, leading them to a room at the end of the hallway.

“So,” Y/n spoke once the two had been left alone, an empty whiteboard in front of them, “are we sure that this is only one unsub?”

She put up the crime scene pictures on the board as she continued, “I mean, these crime scenes seem completely different. One’s organised, clean, and the next is the complete opposite, almost like it was meant to be messy,”

Hotch looked at her for a second, impressed by her quick thinking, “What about the M.O?” he questioned, referring to the specific M.O that was shared at both scenes.

“They could’ve formed the perfect M.O together?” She said, but it came out as more of a question. She looked between Hotch and the board, trying to see what he was looking so intensely at. Y/n didn’t have time to figure it out before he spoke up again, “Possibly, if it’s correct, they should both have priors with similar qualities in the M.O, I’ll have Garcia look into it,”

He knew how wrong it was for him to even think about her with anything other than professionalism, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t seem to push them away. What was even worse was how he felt the need to constantly have her in his sight, and the need to have her undivided attention.

Still, he left the room, presumably to call Garcia, which left Y/n alone with her thoughts. The silence of the room embraced her, allowing her to relax for the first time since arriving at the station.

Her relaxation didn’t last for more than a minute or so before her phone started vibrating in her pocket, the display reading ‘Spencer Reid’.

“Hey Reid, what’s up?” She stood up as she spoke.

“Hey, uh, we’re pretty sure it’s two unsubs,” Y/n wandered around the room as she listened to Spencer talk about the difference of hesitation marks, and about the different size shoe prints found at the crime scene. “Yeah,” Y/n said, “Hotch and I thought so too. I think he’s talking to Garcia now,”

Spencer muttered a sure, before changing the topic. “So, how’s the station? The officers nice?” Y/n smiled slightly, continuing her laps around the square table in the middle of the room as she responded, “Yeah, it’s fine, the coffee is terrible though,”

She could hear a burst of small laughter on the other line, “Yeah, uh, you’ll get used to it,” He said something else she couldn’t quite make out, probably mumbling something to Derek, “I, uh, I’ve gotta go. But I’ll see you soon,”

“Have fun with the corpses,” Y/n joked, only hearing the beginning of a ‘what?’ before she hung up, giggling a little to herself as she sat back in a chair.

Hotch soon made his way through the door, Y/n’s back automatically straightening a little as he spoke, “What’s so funny?”

He almost sounded angry as he said it, but then again, even Y/n knew that Hotch always had a sense of seriousness and authority in his voice, no matter his mood. To his defence, he tried to crack a small smile upon noticing her shift in demeanour. “Uh, it was just Reid,” She said, “Oh, I almost forgot, they think there are two unsubs as well. They’ll tell you more about it when they come back,”

Hotch nodded, explaining that Garcia had found what could be previous crimes committed by the very same people we were hunting, but how they were all marked as unsolved.

It didn’t take much longer for Spencer and Morgan to show up at the station, “I brought coffee,” Spencer smiled, heading inside the room with a cup of coffee, “Thought you would want to stay away from precinct coffee for as long as possible,” Y/n laughed a little as she accepted the coffee, thanking him.

The two explained what they had found, but Hotch didn’t seem to take much of the information in, just nodding every now and then as they spoke. “But we heard you and Y/n had a similar theory?” Morgan said, looking at them both.

Y/n waited for a short moment, expecting Hotch to speak up. But when he didn’t, she decided to take the wheel herself, “Yeah, uh, I-we, felt like the crime scenes were so different. It just felt so unlikely that the same unsub would make such a drastic change between every kill,”

Spencer's mouth opened to speak, but the door opened before he got the chance. The same detective from earlier peeked his head inside, “The last victims' parents are here,”

“I’ll go speak to them,” Spencer said, “Y/n? Wanna come?” She only nodded, following him out of the room as she felt a set of eyes burning into her back.

Whilst they couldn’t seem to get a lot out of the parents, what they did get had sent them on a drive. Spencer sat in the driver's seat, Y/n hopping into the passenger side before they drove off to the victims latest apartment, one they hadn’t known existed until a couple of minutes ago.

“Do you think Hotch hates me?” Y/n asked. Spencer had noticed how Hotch would look at her when he thought no one was watching. He was practically proclaiming his love for the girl every day. “No, not at all,” Spencer said.

She looked at him for a second, “It’s just that, he seems to not be listening when I speak. And he keeps monitoring my every move like he’s waiting for me to mess up,”

Spencer sighed, trying to contain his annoyance over his bosses actions. It was bad enough that he openly gushed over her, but he couldn’t even keep it in his pants when she tried to work. But what was the worst was how it made her think she was disliked by anyone.

“Look,” He said, “you’re young, he’s probably just worried you’ll get hurt, and that it’ll be him that’ll take the blame,” Spencer tried, “all I know is, you’re not disliked by a single person on this team, okay?”

“Thanks,” She mumbled, a small smile on her lips, “You think you’re so bad at pep-talks, but you’re actually really good,”

“Well, I try,” Spencer chuckled, “you’d be surprised with things I could do to put a smile on your face,” Her smile grew wider, Spencer's lips forming to a grin as he looked at the road ahead of him.

They stayed silent for some time, a tension surrounding the two. Not necessarily a bad one, in fact, they both seemed to enjoy it. Y/n looked over at the man next to her only to notice how he, much like herself, seemed to be biting his tongue in order to keep himself from bursting out in a fit of giggles. Y/n was the first to break, burying her head in her hands as she giggled, Spencer, doing the same only seconds later. It didn't seem to matter that nothing was necessarily funny, that none of them really had a clue of what had caused them to burst out in uncontrollable laughter.

Spencer pulled into the small parking lot, the apartment building standing tall in front of them. He took a deep breath, as if trying to regain some sense of seriousness before stepping out of the dark black car. The two opened their door at the same time, Spencer waiting for Y/n to walk around the car before they headed to the entrance.

"What exactly are we looking for here?" Y/n questioned as they looked through the living space. She always thought there was something wrong about searching through a dead persons things, every time reminding herself to clean when she got back home just in case someone would do the same to her home. "A connection," Spencer mumbled, reading a small sheet of paper, "Hey, I've got something, call Hotch,"

She did as he said, pressing Hotch's contact on her phone, listening to the tones before he picked up. "Y/n, is everything alright?" He asked. Spencer couldn't help but roll his eyes at the man, at the way he was so head over heels and not even bothering to hide it. "Yeah, we're fine," Spencer muttered, "We might have something here,"

It turned out that their something happened to be the last piece in cracking the case. Once again Spencer and Y/n found themselves inside the car, but this time the atmosphere around them was more serious. Y/n strapped on her bulletproof vest as Spencer drove, "Are you sure you feel ready to take them on?" Spencer asked, feeling nervous for Y/n's first try at catching the unsub. They both knew that it would most likely end up in a shoot out, and Spencer couldn't help but be worried. "Yeah, don't worry, I can handle it,"

"Yeah, I know that you'll do great," Spencer clarified, not wanting to undermine her abilities, "I just don't want you to be shot, that's all," She looked at him for a second, his jaw clenched as he drove.

"That's what this is for," She smiled, hitting the bulletproof vest a few times. Spencer glanced over at Y/n, her body turned towards him as she flashed him an adorable smile.

It was safe to say that Hotch wasn’t too happy with the news of Y/n being the first at the suspect's warehouse. He hurried down the hallways, Rossi and JJ behind him as they entered one of the government cars, speeding towards the scene.

As they came closer, the sound of four gunshots made Hotch’s stomach turn, but he kept driving, only pressing his foot down harder on the gas.

They were quick to enter, an eery silence around them as they made their way through the rooms. The three of them jumped when they heard Y/n’s voice, “You’re under arrest for the murde-” She began, only to be interrupted by Hotch barging through the door.

Spencer had a proud smile on his face as Y/n led one of the unsubs through the room, handing the next to Prentiss who followed her out the door. "What the hell happened?" Hotch asked with a sense of urgency in his voice. "Y/n handled everything perfectly, I mean, I had her back, but she essentially did it all," Spencer said proudly.

Whilst Hotch was proud of Y/n and the way he had handled everything, the knot in his stomach didn't seem to resolve. Not even when the team had landed back at Quantico, and especially not once he heard the team mutter something about drinks. He wasn't sure why he declined at first. Since Y/n joined the BAU he hadn't missed out on a single night out with them. Although he didn't want to admit how Y/n herself was the only reason he went. Perhaps even Aaron Hotchner had managed to fathom the fact that Y/n wasn't interested in him, or maybe he had finally noticed the small spark that'd appear in her eyes every time Spencer entered the room.

Even though Y/n would never admit it, she was the most lightweight in the team. Already clinging to Spencer's side after only a little over an hour. Spencer, however, wasn't known to be a heavy drinker, mostly staying sober, except for occasionally when he'd go absolutely insane. Y/n was yet to witness one of those times.

"Hey, Spence?" Y/n whispered, giggling slightly at every word.

"Yes, Y/n?" Spencer chuckled, looking down at the girl clinging to him. The rest had left the booth, probably feeling like one large thrid wheel around Y/n and Spencer, "I like that freckle," She giggled, placing her finger against a small freckle on his cheek.

"You do?" His voice was laced with a flirty tone as he spoke. He awaited an answer, but Y/n's mind had already moved on, "Let's go outside!"

She grabbed his hand, pulling her behind him as she strutted out the bar, only stopping to sit down on the curb. She breathed in as if she was enjoying the breath of fresh air, despite the busy street in front of her. "You shouldn't sit there," Spencer said.

"And why is that, Dr Spencer Reid?" Y/n teased, looking up at him as if he was the most interesting thing around. "Well," He began, "First of all, it's freezing, and studies show that cold dramatically increases one's risk of a unary tract infection," Y/n sighed as Spencer spoke, standing up before he could continue, "Fine, I'll get up,"

They looked at each other for a second, each wondering what was on the other's mind, secretly hoping that they would be the main focus. Spencer took a small step forward, hoping that he'd not regret what he was about to do.

It wasn't quite like Spencer to throw himself into a kiss like that, but most things about Spencer was different when he was around Y/n. His hands gripped her cheeks as he let himself indulge Y/n's taste. She was quick to throw her arms around his neck, gripping the curls at the back of his head as he kissed her deeply.

The kiss was so very different from something either of them had ever experienced before, and none of them could quite pinpoint why that was. But then again, they didn't quite seem to care.

They pulled away for a second, only to look at each other again. Spencer was just about to speak up, a statistic lined up at the front of his mind. "Finally!" Morgan called, causing the two to turn around, looking at Morgan and Rossi standing at the bar entrance, "About time you two get together!" As much as Spencer hated how they'd been interrupted, he couldn't do anything but agree.

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