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incognit0slut · 2 years ago

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Right Kind of Wrong (3)

She never thought she would be involved in a murder investigation. She also never thought she’d encounter her one-night-stand again—the awkward stranger who isn’t exactly that good in bed… Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong. But the more he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, the more he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Part Summary: she gets involved in a murder case she least expected as a familiar face greets her. wc: 3,7k

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, blood, graphic details of murder

A/n: this part is kind of slow but it’s very important for the plot

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Y/N WAS GOING TO QUIT. She was sure of it. Her mind was constantly trying to plan how she would execute the idea without making a scene because she considered slamming her resignation letter on Jamison's desk, dramatically claiming him as a disgusting, chauvinistic bitter old man who only got laid because his wife took pity on him.

She was walking back to her desk after bearing another one of his, "I don't think you can do the job, L/n. Let the men go out to the field and cover the story."

She was also a journalist, for god's sake. And a good one at that. What made that old man think she wasn't as capable as any other male peers around her? Was she too much of a woman to go out on the field and cover stories that were judged as too dangerous for her?

She let out a scoff. The Jamison Lynch worried about her safety? That sounded even more absurd.

"He did it again, didn't he?" Y/n found Sandy, the closest friend she had in this male-dominated agency, peering over her cubicle. She was from the finance department and would often come to entertain her whenever she needed an ear to cry out her frustration. "What is it this time?"

She cleared her throat and made an attempt of lowering her voice into a deeper pitch. "L/n, I don't think you understand how dangerous it is for you to be out there. Let the men do the job."

Sandy laughed. "That's actually a good impression. What work was he talking about?"

"Kevin Marshall's case." Y/n sat back in her chair and frowned. "The ironic thing is, I was the one who found out about this case. I told him about doing a story of it before he snitched this opportunity and gave it to Eric."

"So Eric's covering the story now?"

"Yeah." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "They're still talking about it in his office."

Sandy blew a low whistle. "That sucks."

She felt beyond frustrated. It seemed so unfair how she always got the bad end of the stick just because she wasn't born with a penis. She told Sandy exactly that which she cackled in return.

"On a serious note," Sandy muttered after her fits of laughter died down and leaned closer. "What happened to Mr. Marshall was terrible."

"You didn't hear this from me, but the police found him stabbed to death and..." she looked around their surroundings, motioning her friend to inch closer. "...there was some writing carved on his body."

Sandy's eyes went wide. "No way."

She nodded. "A friend of a friend of a friend of mine heard it from the forensic team."

"What were the words?"

"Well, if I were to be the one assigned to this case, we would've found out." She shook her head and let out another frustrated cry. "I'm going to quit this job."

"You said that last month," Sandy reminded her. "And the month before that, also, the month before that. Oh, did I mention you also said that several months ago—"

She held out her hand. "Alright, I got it." She glanced over the closed door at the end of the hallway, her mind drifting towards the two men discussing her supposedly case behind it. "I really mean it this time."

"Sure," Sandy absentmindedly agreed. "Wait, didn't you know Mr. Marshall?"

"Not really. I only met him once for work." She winced as her thought traveled to the time she encountered the man who was brutally murdered two days ago. "Let's just say he wasn’t exactly the greatest person to interview."

"No kidding."

She dismissed the topic by waving her hand. "It happened a long time ago, let's not bring that up. I'd feel terrible bad-mouthing him after what happened." She then let out a sigh. "It would be quite a story to cover though."

"Yeah, well, screw Jamison for taking it away for you." Sandy's eyes suddenly gleamed as they narrowed towards the automatic door at the corner of the room. "At least your boyfriend is here."

Y/n spotted the young man walking their way and laughed. "He's not my boyfriend."

"I don't think he got the memo," Sandy whispered before straightening herself, giving the man a huge grin as he stopped at her desk. "Hey, Oliver."

"Hi, Sandy." He greeted slowly. "How are you?"

"Better now that I've seen your pretty face."

Oliver Walsh was indeed an absolutely stunning man. He was tall and lean with broad shoulders and a very defined face. He was a little mysterious and reserved, but underneath that veneer was someone who was kind and caring.

He might not be the most outgoing person, but he had a genuine sweetness that made him attractive and likable. He also happened to have the hugest crush on Y/n the moment he first stepped foot inside this building.

Oliver gave Sandy a smile. "You look beautiful yourself."

Sandy rolled her eyes playfully. "We know I'm not the one you should be sweeping off her feet." She then gave Y/n a pointed look. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"What? You're going home already?"

"Got a hot date tonight!" Sandy overly shared before sauntering out of their sight. Y/n shook her head at her friend's antics before glancing up to see Oliver staring at her with the same look he had been giving her ever since the moment he had introduced himself.

His clear affection didn't go unnoticed. It somehow managed to be a public assumption that he was head over heels for her, something that was often discussed between their peers. As much as she wanted to reciprocate his feelings because she understood how difficult it was to be on the other side of unrequited love, she merely saw him as a guy she often worked with.

"Can I help you, Oliver?" She asked, already weary of the grin plastered on his face.

"No, I just wanted to see how you were doing."

Her face fell at his words. "How I'm doing?"

"I heard Jamison snatched a very important job from you."

"Wow," she gasped, not understanding how he knew this information already. But then again, people had the tendency to share things they overheard. "News really does travel fast around here."

"There's no such thing as secrets in this place. But seriously, how are you holding up?"

She simply shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. Angry? Frustrated? Like I want to strangle Jamison myself?"

"Y/n, there's no such thing as a bad bone in your body."

"What? You don't think I'm capable of hurting him?"

"Nope. You're the sweetest person I know."

She snorted. "That's because you keep seeing me through rose-tinted glass."

"Maybe." Oliver crossed his arms and leaned his hips over her desk. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

She shook her head. He raised his brows. "Really? You can't think of anything?" She shook her head again. "Perhaps something to appease your frustration? Chocolate? You do love chocolate."

"I do, but I don't think anything sweet can even calm me down."

"Then how about a drink? Coffee? Beer? You and me? Together? Tonight?"

She let out a disbelief laugh as she stood up, making an attempt to gather her things. "Don't be so sly, Oliver."

He merely gave her a bashful smile. "Can't blame a guy for trying."

"It's never going to work between us." She paused dramatically. "Do you want to know why?"

He slowly nodded, eying her with earnest interest.

"Because you see, Oliver," she drawled as she closed the distance between them. She peered up at him through her lashes and threw him a grin. "I never mix business with pleasure."

She gave him a playful wink before turning around, leaving him dumbfounded and speechless as he stood there where she had left him. He let out an amused laugh before calling out, "I'm going to make you change your mind!”

She lifted her hand and waved at him without looking back. "Goodnight, Walsh."

His laughter was the last thing she heard before she turned around the corner, heading towards the parking area.

Turning him down was the right thing to do. She was not in the right place to be emotionally involved with other people right now. After going through so many heartbreaks and disappointments in the past, she couldn't take any more of the dating scene. It was just a bunch of awkward interactions and unmet expectations while feeling worn down by the whole process. She couldn't even remember the last time she was involved with a man.

A sudden mock laughter rang at the back of her head. You were involved with a complete stranger two nights ago!

Romantically, she corrected. She couldn't remember the last time she was involved with a man romantically.

Oh, great. Now she was fighting with herself upon what had happened that night. That... overwhelming and embarrassing night which she did not want to speak of. Overwhelming because of how much she wanted to see him again, embarrassing because she knew he did not feel the same.

She groaned as her mind somehow drifted to memory, her mind reminiscing that intoxicating feeling of his tongue inside her mouth for the first time. Or that moment before he settled above her, sinking between her legs as the tip of his hard, throbbing length squeezed into her warm entrance—

No! Don't even go there!

She stopped her pace and stood by the entryway of the parking lot, trying to calm her erratic heartbeat. She needed a moment to breathe. Between her frustration toward her boss, the constant interest from her fellow colleague, and the rush of sexual heat at that core memory, her head was starting to spin.

It wasn't until a sudden weight shoved her from the back that she woke from her trance. She jolted forward from the impact before her bag fell onto the ground, the remnants of her things spilling out, and scattered along her feet. "What the hell?"

She looked up to see the back side of a man moving forward in a hurry, not even sparing her a glance.

"Hey!" She shouted, clearly annoyed by the fact an unidentified man wearing a dark hoodie covering his face didn't have the decency to apologize. When he turned around the corner and escaped her line of vision, she realized she wasn't going to get the apology she desired.

She picked up her belongings while muttering curses under her breath. Her phone which lay a few inches away from her feet suddenly vibrated, the loud sound of an incoming call echoing throughout the open space of the lot. She peered over towards the screen and groaned.

She shoved the phone inside her bag and went on her way as she spotted her car. "Now's not the time, Jamison," she mumbled to herself, already irritated by how the night had turned out.

Her phone went silent again. It wasn't until she was a few feet away from her car that it began its chime a second time. The sound felt heavy in her ears and she finally got to her car, leaned against it, and reluctantly dug into her bag to retrieve the device.

She clutched onto it with disdain because Jamison was known to be persistent while also being inconsiderate and thoughtless. If she ignored him he would find another way to get under her skin. She slumped against the cool material of her car and slowly took a deep, aggravating breath before receiving the call. "Yes, Jamison—"

There was heavy breathing at the end of the line. A static sound greeted her before a loud crash echoed in the background. She looked over her phone screen before pressing it back against her ear. "Jamison?"

"...help..."

His croaked voice shot shivers down her spine. She straightened herself as panic washed over her body. Her boss was known for being very loud as he loved being the center of attention. But his voice sounded so quiet now. It didn't have that hint of self-centered confidence he liked to portray. It even sounded as if he were... in pain?

"Jamison?" She gulped and without thinking of her actions, her feet somehow moved on their own, navigating her back to where she had left. "Jamison, what's wrong? Are you hurt? Can you hear me?"

"...Y/n..." Crash. Cough. Gasp. "...help—"

The line went dead.

Y/n wasn't exactly a fit person. Her only form of physical activity would be the number of stairs she climbed up and down in her apartment building. But her feet were moving very fast on its own right now. She didn't care how running in a pair of flats wasn't the best idea, the mortification of something awful happening to someone asking for her assistance was gnawing into her consciousness.

The moment she was on her office floor, she took notice of how nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. The place was exactly how she had left minus all the people hanging by their respective desks. Because it was very, very quiet and the silence felt oddly eerie to her. Half of the lights were off and her steps halted for a moment as she entered her cubicle space, suddenly self-aware of the possibility of how something dangerous might occur.

Then she heard a scream. A deep, dreadful scream followed by a train of curses came from what she assumed was Jamison's office. Her feet moved again and her frightened demeanor was replaced by concern as she increased her pace, turning to the hallway towards his office.

Her movement faltered when she realized she wasn't alone. A very frightened-looking Eric Adler stood by Jamison's door before he turned around at the sound of her footsteps.

"Eric?"

His voice was etched with panic and horror as he rushed forward and held her by the arms. "No, Y/n."

"...what?" Her eyes shot behind him, noticing Jamison's door jarred open. She tried to escape his grip. "You don't understand. He called me—"

"No. Please. You don't want to see him in there—"

"Let go of me! He called—"

"Y/n." His grip tightened. "He's—he's... gone."

She looked up to see her coworker, the same man who simply stood in silence this evening as he took the job she had wanted. The confused look in his eyes from the sudden responsibility he had to take on that particular moment was now replaced by terror; a look of sheer horror, one which conveyed utter fear and panic. It was a look of complete devastation and utter helplessness, a look that made his soul seem to have been just sucked out of his body. It was the kind of look that conveyed the deepest despair one could possibly feel.

He's gone.

Gone could mean a lot of things. It could mean disappearance. It could mean an emotional state of feeling disconnected from the world. But this gone... she understood what it meant. She understood the weight of the word the moment her eyes spotted the surge of blood coming from Jamison's office.

There was so much blood that she should've felt disgusted by the amount of it, but her mind was too busy trying to convince herself that it was real. It wasn't until her eyes spotted a hand sprawled lifelessly across the floor that her stomach started to churn. The stone rings circling around the fingers were the exact rings she often saw on her boss.

The realization on her face had Eric pulling her away. But before he could drag her, she saw a glimpse of the lifeless body, and what she caught had her completely stunned. More than feeling mortified by the scene, a sense of bewilderment settled in. The disbelief of such a coincidence happening etched her mind as she peered over the body one last time.

Because something was carved along his arm.

There was a lot of waiting. Feeling impatient was one of the most frustrating things to ever exist, it made her feel anxious and restless about the lack of progress after Eric had called the authorities. He had guided her to the front area of the receptionist, given her a blanket he had found somewhere in the office—which she wasn't sure who it even belonged to—and given her a cup of warm tea as he made some calls.

She sat there, watching her coworker pace back and forth along the marble floor. She could tell Eric's mind was secretly all over the place with his disheveled hair and dark circles underneath his eyes, but somehow he managed to keep his calm.

He was steady, still a little fazed with the whole ordeal, but managed to keep checking up on her every five minutes. He even had the time to apologize for taking her job before she merely shook it off. It wasn't his decision to snatch away the opportunity. Though it felt inappropriate to point fingers at the person who actually did decide on the matter when he was lying in the other room covered in his own blood.

She shuddered again. There were so many questions running through her mind. What kind of person would do a terrible, gruesome thing to another human being? It was always the same question she had whenever she encountered such devastating news. She once read in an article that there were roughly 300,000 people who were killed by murder each year worldwide, and to think that one of them happened to somebody she knew felt so surreal.

The authorities finally came an hour later followed by a group of people wearing protective suits. The waiting for their arrival was very long, but everything happened so fast the moment they introduced themselves. A detective in an oversized suit talked to her and Eric separately, asking what happened prior to finding the body.

She suddenly felt nauseous as she recalled Jamison's phone call, how pained and desperate his voice sounded. It wasn't until she heard herself say it out loud that she realized the possibility of the killer being in the same room on that phone call. Or even in the same room as her as she entered the vicinity of their office.

"Ms. L/n?" Y/n looked up to see the detective watching her with worry. "Are you alright?"

No, she wasn't. But she merely nodded and gave him a smile. "I will be."

He returned the smile with a genuine one of his own and glanced at his watch. "You should get some sleep, Ms. L/n. If you have any more information please don't hesitate to contact us."

Then he left her standing there alone, watching people bustling around her with different equipment. She could hear the faint sound of the ambulance from the distance, smell the intoxicating scent of chemicals coming from the medics, and sense her fatigue creeping along her body as her eyes noted the time showed on the massive clock plastered on the wall.

"Ms. L/n?"

Y/n turned to see a man standing close, his dark eyes watching her cautiously. There was a sense of confidence in his posture that she couldn't help but notice. "Yes?"

"Mr. Adler told me where to find you." She frowned at the mention of Eric before her confusion deepened at the badge presented in front of her. "I'm SSA Derek Morgan from the FBI."

"FBI?"

"Yes," he confirmed, shoving his badge back into his pocket. "I'd like to ask you a few questions regarding this past event."

She crossed her arms. "I don't think my boss being brutally killed should be called an event." She steadied her gaze on him. "And I've already talked to the detective."

"My apologies, and I'm terribly sorry for your loss." He gave her an apologetic smile. "Although I would appreciate it if you can spare a few minutes of your time."

She observed him, watching him hesitantly before letting out a heavy sigh. "I guess so."

"Is there anywhere private we can talk?"

His attempt at keeping their conversation confidential from all the people swarming by had her quirking an eyebrow. She nodded and guided him toward the closest space that could provide them some privacy. "Sure... We can use the conference room down here."

"Thank you. My partner will also be present with us if you don't mind."

She looked him up and down. "There's two of you?"

"There's two of us," Agent Morgan confirmed, slightly smiling at the condescending tone of her voice. "Dr. Reid will shortly join us."

The silence after that statement was very, very palpable. The sudden stillness was one that typically left her feeling completely baffled, a state of total shock and disbelief over a familiar name unexpectedly mentioned. The uncertainty of her ability to hear left her frozen in her tracks, waiting for her brain to catch up with the sudden information. "Doctor... Reid?"

"Dr. Spencer Reid. He was talking to Mr. Adler a while ago—wait, there he is." Agent Morgan's voice grew louder as his eyes focused on the man behind them. "Reid! Over here!"

He surely couldn't be...?

She shook her head. The world wasn't that small, was it? Even though she was very bad at remembering names, how could she forget the exact same one she wrongly called as a result of her pettiness? And besides, there must be a lot of people possessing the same name, surely it was a different person.

Though the deafening lack of sound was jarring as if every other sound had been sucked out of the room. It almost felt like everything was frozen in time as her eyes settled on the man standing a few feet away from her. Because there he was, the same man who awkwardly flirted with her two days ago.

The same man who grabbed her by the waist the moment she looked up at him with need. The same man who leaned in closer, the tension charged with anticipation and desire before it lead to an explosion of passion that couldn't be quelled.

But the desperate longing in his eyes from that night was changed into mortification, and when she thought her night couldn’t go more terrible than it already was, it had gotten even worse.

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esote-rika · 1 month ago

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Once Upon a Dream | Spencer Reid

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The cafe was closed. Weighed down by her suitcase and the single minded desire to find her sister, Jet felt frustration settling deep in her chest. She tried not to panic, she really did, but when no one was answering her calls, and the unmistakable Sorry, we’re closed sign was the only thing to greet her arrival back home, it was difficult to maintain her wits.

Where are you? I just got back. She sent two texts to Leni and Melissa for the fourth time, trying to keep her fingers from shaking. There’s no scent of honey now, but she wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad one. Did this mean Leni was safe?

Jet hoped, with all the magic she could muster, that this was the case. She didn’t care about anything else, just that Leni was safe and healthy. Once that was confirmed, then she would worry about how to help them fix this mess.

“Bridget?”

Jet whipped her head to the source of the sound so fast she heard her neck crack. She winced, and she’s unsure if it’s because of the crack, or because Ashley Rockwell’s face came into view, smiling in such a condescending way that Jet could feel hives go up and down her arms.

“Ashley,” Jet forced a smile, “Hi.”

“Oh, wow, it really is you! Long time no see,” the brunette stepped closer, an arm raising as if to reach for Jet, before the weight of their past seemed to drag it back down, reminding her she’s not allowed to do that anymore. It dropped back to her side awkwardly.

The silence stretched on.

Jet let it.

“You look good,” Ashley tried again.

Unshowered and disheveled from almost seven hours of traveling without her own car, Jet knew she was far from looking good. She snorted, “You’re still a bad liar, Ash.” It seemed like some things never changed, not in this town.

“Yes, well…” Ashley trailed off, glancing at the cafe. She perked up, finding another thing to latch onto, “You’ve heard the news, huh? Is that why you’re here?”

Jet wasn’t in the mood to discuss the news with people, especially not with Ashley Rockwell who looked a little too pleased about Blue Moon Cafe being closed. She didn’t owe anyone an explanation. Still, this might be her one chance to actually learn something, and maybe find out where Leni and Melissa went.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re thriving because of all this scandal.” Jet replied, turning pointedly at the newer building right across the street, where Ashley’s own cafe stood, proud and shiny. “People dying from your business rival’s coffee.”

Jet knew that was morbid and, judging by the disturbed expression that settled upon Ashley’s face, perhaps even below the belt.

“That’s inappropriate,” Ashley said, crossing her arms, “You shouldn’t speak that way when people— well, you know.”

Defensive, Jet thought, but warranted. Her statement was quite aggressive, Jet can admit to that.

“I’m sorry,” Jet backtracked, “I’m just frustrated; I haven’t really slept, and neither Leni nor Melissa are replying to my messages, and then I find their cafe closed for the day.”

There’s also the fact that I’ve been dreaming of this man, who may or may not be my hallucination, but that’s beside the point. Jet knew she already had a reputation for being abrasive and solitary in her hometown, she didn’t need weird to be added to that unflattering list.

Ashley frowned, and Jet could feel the appraising look burning against her skin. Finally, Ashley sighed.

“Last I heard, they were asked to come into the police station.”

Jet almost wished the woman hadn’t spoken. Almost.

“The police station?” Jet repeated, her mind whirring with possibilities. It should be all right, this is just part of the procedure. Both Mel and Leni were persons of interest, after all. She went through everything she knew about the murders, enumerating the facts in her head in an attempt to calm herself.

There had been three deaths, from what Jet had read from the news articles she had found. All of them with a different cause—one had been strangled, two with their throats slit. The bodies had been found in their houses, and Jet had recognized one of them. A man, a couple of years older than her—they had gone to the same high school, and he had been on the football team.

There had been a couple of weeks in between each death, which, paired with the different causes of death, made the police conclude that they needed outside help. There was no discernable pattern to the deaths, but the one thing that the victims had in common was the fact that they were all regulars to Blue Moon Cafe.

The cafe Leni worked at, the cafe she wanted to co-own.

The cafe which was currently closed, because, apparently, both Leni and Melissa were at the station, being questioned.

It’s just part of the procedure, she repeated over and over. They’re persons of interest, of course they’re being questioned. Still, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease that kept squeezing at her chest, cutting off her airflow.

“Yeah, a bunch of guys flew in this morning. Apparently, the FBI’s getting involved.” Ashley replied.

She wasn’t sure if she heard that right. The FBI?

Jet closed her eyes, trying to take deeper breaths. She bit her lip as the scent of honey invaded her nose again, saccharine and unpleasant. Why on earth was the FBI involved? What was happening? And why did the cafe have to be in the middle of it?

She must have turned pale, because she could feel Ashley’s hand closing around her arm.

“Hey, Bridget, easy.”

“I’m fine,” Jet stepped away, gently shrugging off the other woman’s hand, “I’m fine, I just—I need to get to the station.”

“You should probably sit—”

“I’m fine,” Jet cut off, holding up her hand, “I promise. Thank you for letting me know where they are.”

And then she’s speed walking to the police station, hauling her heavy suitcase with her. She’s grateful for all of her time in New York, walking through the streets and weaving in and out of crowds, because it allowed her to retreat into her body and refocus her energy. Jet just had to get to the station, and find Leni.

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Spencer Reid rubbed at his eyes until black spots danced across his vision. This new case was difficult—not particularly gruesome, but it was one of those cases that seemed so random. He blinked until the spots cleared up, and stared at the board before him, trying to decipher the geographic profile.

Victimology had been all over the place. Two men in their 30s, and one woman in her late 20s, all of varying ethnicities and backgrounds. He hoped that the map, something visual and solid, could help reveal something about this unsub. He looked at the victims’ houses, all spread out across the small town, measuring and calculating distances between each house and the Blue Moon Cafe, which was located right in the heart of downtown.

He came up empty. He sighed as his hand came up to his eyes again, rubbing them in an attempt to ground himself.

It didn’t help that his mind was preoccupied.

With memories of her. Sharp and vivid, she had appeared in his dreams when he had fallen asleep on the jet ride here. It had been so surprising that he’d woken with a start, earning surprised looks from Luke and JJ, to which he had responded with a sheepish smile.

She was beautiful, he knew that. Not that he was vain. Not that he privileged appearances over values and personality, but oh she was so beautiful. He woke up, and wondered why she suddenly became so clear.

He wanted to know her name, wanted to find her. It was like an itch that refused to leave, until he scratched his skin raw.

He needed to find her.

But no, he had a job to do and he had to focus.

“Tara and Rossi are coming back from the coroner’s office,” Emily’s voice drifted through the space, cutting through his thoughts, “The lacerations were uneven and jagged. The unsub is inexperienced, as we initially suggested.”

Spencer inclined his head to show he was listening.

“JJ and Luke are just about done with the cafe owners’ interviews.” Emily continued, “They both seem to be planning to go on a vacation to Paris because they actually did kill their customers and this is all one elaborate ruse.”

At that, Spencer looked up. He was met with Emily’s sharp gaze, eyebrows raised in concern.

“Ah, good, so you are listening.” she deadpanned.

“Of course I was.”

“Reid.”

“The geographic profile is done, but it’s not really telling us anything helpful at the moment.”

“Will you tell me what’s wrong?” Emily’s voice had taken that softer, almost pleading tone that immediately made him pause.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Even he was unconvinced by his own words.

Emily pressed her lips in a tight line, and Spencer fought the urge to wince. He knew she could see right through him.

“You know you can take a break, right?” Emily started, her voice gentle and barely audible, “That injury was no joke.”

He almost sighed with relief. She didn’t suspect anything, although her line of thought was alarmingly close. The dreams did seem to be an effect of that bomb going off, the sustained trauma manifesting into something quite surreal and unexplainable.

But he also wasn’t sure if he wanted to take a break; a break meant more time to think about her. More time to try and find the mysterious woman from his dreams, the woman he thought existed in real life based on what—a feeling?

No, he didn’t want the break.

Emily must have taken his silence as confirmation, because she walked closer to him. “Spencer,”

Oh no, not that.

“I’m all right, Em. Really. You don’t—”

The words died on his lips as Luke stepped into the conference room, running his hands through his hair.

“Melissa Santos has a solid alibis,” he said, nodding at both Emily and Spencer, “She even closed the coffee shop today out of respect for the victims.”

Spencer nodded in return, grateful for the distraction. He ignored the suspicious look that Emily gave him, before she turned to Luke.

“And Lenore Clarke?” Emily prompted.

“JJ’s still working on her,” Luke said, walking to the glass windows. He hooks two fingers through the blinds that keep them secluded from the rest of the police station and tugs them down, “Apparently, her sister just came in.”

Emily followed him, looking through the window, “Her sister? The one Garcia said was in New York?”

“Yeah. Came all the way from the city just now, according to some of the officers.”

Spencer wandered over to them, hands fiddling with a pen, “How’s any of that relevant?”

Luke paused, stepping away from the window. “Not necessarily relevant, but apparently, they have some sort of reputation around here. The older one, more than Lenore.”

“Well, it’s a pretty small town. Everyone knows everyone else’s business.” Emily shrugged, still peeking through the window, “Is that the sister?”

At that, Spencer’s curiosity became too much to ignore. He leaned down, peering over Emily’s shoulder. From here, he could see Lenore Clarke following JJ and one of the officers across the station. He followed the way Emily was angled, turning his head to the left to catch a glimpse of the sister in question, just as Luke spoke the confirmation.

“Yeah, the blonde one. Her name’s Bridget.”

Bridget.

Spencer swore his heart stopped beating.

Everything felt cold. The world was a hazy blur, as his vision zeroed in on the woman decked in a pastel pink sweater. Just like she said in his dreams. Luke and Emily’s conversation became a muffled sort of noise in the background as memories of her voice took over his brain.

Her.

Right there, with her honey colored hair held back by a dainty pink bow at the nape of her neck, running to meet Lenore Clarke halfway. He knew it. He knew she was real. Even though every ounce of logic in his body told him he was being delusional, some deep, primal, inexplicable part of him just knew.

The woman from his dreams. She was right there.

And now he had a name to put to her face. Bridget.

Bridget Clarke.

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thatgirlstrawberry · 1 year ago

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hi !! i have a request for spencer reid as a professor. something where the reader & spencer are married and she is extremely insecure after realizing how her husband is viewed by his students but is kind of too oblivious to see he doesn't even entertain it at all ?? sorry if this is too long, i hope u get to this req 🤍

Crush on The Teacher

In which Spencer is married but has unknowingly stolen the hearts of all the girls in his class

Warnings: fluff, suggestiveness, talk of getting pregnant, kissing, lmk if I missed anything!!!

Professor!Spencer Reid x fem!reader

The morning routines were always the same.

Wake up, cuddle, eat, leave for work, repeat. You loved your mornings with your husband. He would never say bye without giving you a long kiss leaving you wanting more.

Spencer’s morning at work we’re the same. He come in, set his stuff away and stare at the picture of his beautiful wife before he was overwhelmed with dozens of college girls who thought they were being successful in attracting him.

He’d finish his lecture and have about four clueless girls ask him stupid questions about what they went over in class and he was bored by all of their so obvious dirty jokes and embarrassing gestures.

He couldn’t wait to get home to see his wife and let her tell him all about her day. He loved to listen to her. He could listen to her for hours. And she could talk for hours but he loved it.

“Hi, baby.” She was always right there when he walked in the door. She kissed him, getting him back for the one he gave her that morning. “I missed you.” He smiled against her lips.

She smiled too now. “Okay, if we get a shower in now and finish the laundry right after we can make it just a few minutes late to wine night at Rossi’s.” She kissed his cheek and then his neck, pulling his tie loose.

“Why late?” He tilted his head to the side.

She pulled back and looked up at him. “You don’t think we’ll be just showering, do you?”

He chuckled and tickled her sides. She let out a playful noise and ran away from him towards their room.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

Wine night at Rossi’s was always a great one. She was whisked away by JJ, Emily and Garcia almost every time and had a bit of girl chat. And that’s what absolutely happened that night.

“So, any little mini Reid’s we should know about?” Garcia asked, sipping on her glass. The woman rolled her eyes with a smile and shook her head.

“No, not yet Penny.” She took a sip and sighed. “I just need to tell him that I want to have a baby and he’ll happily agree… right?”

Emily snorted. “You might wanna tell him soon before one of his college students jump him.”

JJ sent a smack to Emily’s shoulder. “Emily.”

The raven haired woman hissed. “Sorry, I just… thought she should know that her husband is a teenage heart throb in the college world! I mean i went to one of his classes and there was this girl practically drooling on her text book— ow!” JJ smacked her again.

She laughed and shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I totally get it.” She trailed off and swirled her wine in the glass, kissing her teeth. Just smallest hint of jealousy wrung through her stomach.

As the night went on, the jealousy gnawed at her harshly. Even when they got home, Spencer could tell there was something wrong. “Honey, are you alright?” He asked as he smoothed her hair away from her face.

They laid in bed just being in each other’s arms for a little while. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She gave a weak, fake smile, barely even looking at him.

He clicked his tongue. “What’s the matter?” He whispered, caressing her cheekbone.

She sighed and sat up slowly. “Um, it’s stupid.” She shook her head and looked down at the satin sheets. “E- one of the girls… she mentioned that you were… quite popular at the university…” she cleared her throat. “With the young women who attend your classes.”

He scoffed with a smile. “Baby,”

She shook her head. “And don’t tell me you don’t notice it!” He laughed. “Don’t laugh at me!” She began to laugh a bit too.

He shook his head. “Baby, listen. I would rather shake a sewer rat’s hand than entertain some college bimbo.” He grabbed both sides of her face and looked into her eyes so he knew she was listening. “I would rather spend a day in an elevator, I would rather eat food off of the floor, I’d rather watch High School Musical: The Musical The Series, do I need to go on?”

She grinned at him. “That’s a lot of things you’d rather do.” She whispered. “And I love you. I’m sorry.”

He leaned in and kissed her all soft and slow. “Don’t you worry about it, baby.” He kissed her again and again and again until they wrestled each other clothes off and spent the night in the sheets.

Yeah, Spencer would rather do anything than not be with her.

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hisonlyreid-er · 8 months ago

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School Girl Crush Pt 1

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part 5| A new BAU member appears and Spencer sees her as a little threat to his status of boy genius. Being unable to get comfortable with each other causes some issues within the team. Will they be able to move past it and work together?

Spencer Reid x FemBau!OC

Moving to the US was daunting. Coming from a smaller English town hadn't prepared me for the move. At only 23, I was joining the FBI. It was a dream of mine to catch murderers and profile serial killers so when I was put forward, I couldn't contain my excitement.

I first arrived at the start of the month and now, 2 weeks later, I was entering the FBI office in Quantico, Virginia. This morning, I had a big panic about what to wear. I settled on black trousers and a white button up blouse. My satchel held everything I would need. My hands held the strap tightly as I stood in the lift, making my way up to my dream job. I watched the numbers go up as I got closer and closer to my floor. My nerves were in full force as I chewed my lip out of habit.

The lift dinged, signaling my arrival. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the corridor. People bustled around me as I just stood there. The clack of heels echoed around me as I became conscious of my heavy combat boots, hidden mostly by my long trousers. The glow of florescent lights added to the intimidating feeling. Long, white hallways with many doors and framed photos of Agents killed in action. My British upbringing became very obvious as I became aware of how many guns were around me. Almost every single person had one on them. I had my own gun tucked in the holster as my side. Learning to shoot hadn't been very difficult and I gained my license to carry within a few weeks of accepting the position. It wasn't like I had no experience, I had worked with the NCA for years and knew a lot about chasing down dangerous criminals.

While preparing for the role, I had been in frequent contact with SSA Hotchner. He was my new boss so it was him I was meant to find first. A little intimidated by the agents around me, I kept my head down, letting my hair hide my face. In the center of the floor was a bullpen with a number of desks. Agent Hotchner was in charge so he would most likely have an office, with this in mind I walked towards the small set of stairs. I didn't want to ask for directions, my stubbornness was to blame for that. I felt some eyes on me as I ascended the stairs. Not wanting to be stared at, I quickly scanned the doors and spotted the one labelled SSA Aaron Hotchner. With one hand I knocked against the door and with the other I straightened my blouse. "Come in." Breathe.

I push the door open. Inside the office was larger than I expected. A large wooden desk was the main focus of the room. My eyes found Agent Hotchner sat behind the desk, stacks of paperwork surrounding him. He was a serious man, his hair was dark and his suit was neat. I felt the need to impress him, to make him proud of me. He looked up at me, placing his pen down and turning all his attention to me. "Agent Hotchner?" Why do I ask stupid questions? This man was sat in the office labelled with that name, sat at a desk with a plaque and I was asking if it was him. Sometimes I don't feel as smart as I should. "Yes. Agent Colesta I assume." As I nodded my head he rose from his seat, walking towards me. His hand extended. With as much confidence as I could muster, I shook his hand firmly.

Agent Hotchner wanted to ask me some questions and update me on everything I needed to know. We sat across the desk from each other. My leg bounced as I realised how important this was. He needed to believe in my abilities. "How are you settling in?" He didn't look up at me as he searched through one of his drawers. "Its definitely a change but I'm doing pretty well." A small hum was the only response I got as he lay a folder on the wood. My folder. I could see my name printed on the front. Lyn Colesta. I tensed as he opened it, revealing everything about me compressed onto a mere few pieces of paper.

Over the next hour, Agent Hotchner asked me questions and allowed me to ask some back. In that time, I became less nervous of his stoic demeanor. "That is all of my questions. Do you have anything else you would like to know?" I thought for a moment, running a mental check. "I don't think so. Thank you Agent Hotchner." I gave a small smile to the older man. "Most members of the team call me Hotch. It is up to you but that's the norm here." Nodding, I knew it would take a while for me to get comfortable using a nickname.

Agent Hotchner stood from his desk, leading me to do the same. Without saying a word, we exited his office and walked down the stairs to the bullpen. I became very conscious of the small group of agents at one of the desks, staring at the two of us. Unfortunately for me, Agent Hotchner led us towards them. The members of the BAU. My need for a good impression wiped my nervous fidgeting from my body and replaced it with a confident expression. As we neared the group their conversation slowed to a halt, showing they were probably discussing the strange girl who had been with their boss for some time.

Hotchner made some conversation with a blonde woman. I took this time to examine each of them. Closest to me was a tall, dark skinned man. He was perched on the side of the desk, mug in hand. He was quite muscular and by him demeanor, I could tell he was confident in his physical capabilities. There was an uncertain look in his eye as he looked at me which showed he wasn't easily accepting of new people. I would have to earn his trust. I love a challenge. The desk clearly belonged to the dark haired woman sat on the chair. She held herself with propriety, more than most, which showed she had an important role at some point. I had a feeling I would get along well with her as there was a hint of mischief on her face as she smirked. Then there was the woman talking to Agent Hotchner. It was clear she had a fairly important place around her because of the way Hotchner was listening intently to every word she said. She seemed like a kind hearted woman but also someone that I shouldn't cross. I made a mental note of all my observations.

"This is Agent Colesta. She will be joining the unit." Agent Hotchner gestured to me, bringing all sets of eyes to me. Resisting the urge to shrink under their gazes, I gave a friendly smile and a small wave. Thankfully, each of them returned my smile, settling my nerves a little more. "Its nice to meet you. I'm Lyn." My meek attitude creeping out as I greeted them. "Derek Morgan." The man gave me a sly smirk as he reached out to shake my hand. I gladly shook his hand. I turned to the dark haired woman. "Emily Prentiss." She didn't make a move to shake my hand, opting for a small nod. " Jennifer Jareau. But you can call me JJ." Now, JJ did go for an handshake. Normally I wasn't a huge fan of shaking hands, especially with strangers but I knew I needed to make a good first impression.

Agent Hotchners cell phone began to ring in his pocket, causing a groan to erupt from Agent Prentiss. "Hotchner." He answered instantly, opting to walk away from the small group to take the call in private. I was left with my new colleagues. Suck it up Lyn. Time to schmooze them off their feet. "I was under the impression that there was more of you." I feigned a puzzled expression as I spoke to them. Agent Morgan chuckled slightly. "Yeah, there is. Rossi's somewhere around here and Reid will be here in about 10 minutes." I nodded, remembering those new names for later.

Agents Jareau and Morgan excused themselves, walking over to their respective desks. I was a little unsure what to do. I didn't know where my desk was and hadn't been given any orders so I just stood by Agent Prentiss's desk. "You know, you could go meet Garcia. I'm sure she'd love to meet you and would really appreciate you going to her." Clearly I looked confused at the new person added to the mix. "Derek forgot to mention her before. She's our tech analyst. Her office is up there, right at the end of the hall." My eyes followed where Agent Prentiss had pointed. "Thanks for the advice." I was truly grateful. I needed all the friends I could get. Bidding her goodbye, I walked in the direction she said.

The hallway was fairly long and a little darker than the rest of the floor. I almost gave up when I finally spotted the last door. I had no clue how this Garcia would be. She could be completely horrible. Despite my hesitations, I knocked on the door. Some frantic shuffling could be heard on the other side as I waited patiently. After a few long seconds the door is pulled open. This woman was dressed in a bright pink cardigan, and white pencil skirt. Her blonde hair was in pigtails and on her face was a pair of statement glasses. Her eyes widened as she saw me. "Hello, are you Garcia?" She continued to stare at me before nodding aggressively. Still, she didn't say a word. "I'm Lyn. I just joined the unit." I gave an uncertain smile. Somehow, her eyes widened even more. A wide smile broke out on her face as she pulled the door wider and let me in. The office reflected her perfectly. There were little toys and knickknacks scattered about. Fuzzy topped pencils sat in a bedazzled pencil pot on the desk.

"You're Agent Colesta?" I hadn't told her my last name, but I nodded. Before it can register, Garcia pulls me into a hug which I halfheartedly reciprocate. "I'm Penelope." Penelope. I knew she wasn't an agent, she didn't carry herself like one and was much too positive to be one. "It's good to meet you, Penelope." I had a feeling we could be friends. "And you're British." Her excited squeal seemed strange to me. What's so exciting about being British?

Penelope and I spent sometime chatting. More like her talking and me nodding or giving a short response. She gave me a brief run down of everything going on around her. It was actually very helpful. Apparently her and Agent Morgan were the flirty two in the unit. She only mentioned it to reassure me if I heard any of their conversations which can get quite 'graphic' according to her. Agent Rossi was a famous author. I knew I recognised that name, I'd read his books on serial killers and the psychology behind their actions. Dr Reid was the genius of the team with an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187. That was actually quite impressive. Garcia told me that he didn't like physical contact and loved to spurt random facts at any given time. Dr Reid was only 8 months older than me according to Garcia. Hold on. I never told her my birthday. "How do you know that?" I was getting a little suspicious of this bubbly woman. Her demeanor turned sheepish. "I looked through your file." My mouth fell open as she spoke. "I'm sorry but I just got curious."

This, of course, led to me asking questions about what she can access. I was then shown through Garcia's set up. It was extremely impressive, she could access almost anything from her little office. I think I might have fallen in love with her when she pulled up the cameras from the bullpen and showed me a clip from a few weeks ago. The clip was from a late night in the office and showed Agent Prentiss tripping over a bin and then she just didn't move for a few minutes. It was pretty funny. I was glad Agent Prentiss had advised me to introduce myself to Garcia. Talking with her had relaxed me and I felt prepared to start my new job simply because of her being there.

A ping came from Garcia's system and she immediately spun in her chair to see what it was. "We have a case. To the roundtable we go." Her wording amused me. I stood by the door, watching Garcia rush around, grabbing files and other various things from around her office. Deciding she didn't have enough arms, Garcia handed me a few things off her pile and started out of the office and down the hallway. I froze for a second but quickly rushed after her. She walked quickly. The clicking of her kitten heels filled the silence of the empty space. It took a bit of effort to keep walking beside her.

The roundtable, as Garcia called it, was on the same level as Agent Hotchners office. It seemed like most of the unit was already there. From a distance I could count 5 heads and could see Agent Jareau stood at the front of the room. Agent Morgan and Agent Prentiss were easy to recognise. Agent Hotchners dark hair caught my eye as he sat closest to where Agent Jareau stood. The 2 remaining people had to be Agent Rossi and Dr Reid. Smile. Make a good impression.

As we entered the room, Garcia greeted the group, recieving a few greetings in return. "Good morning baby girl." So that's what she meant. Noted. I was directed to the seat between Agent Prentiss and Garcia. "Before we get started, this is Agent Lyn Colesta. She is now a member of the team." My head shot up at the sound of my name. "Agent Colesta, this is Agent David Rossi." I smile to the man Agent Hotchner gestured to. "Nice to meet you." He seemed nice enough. I felt like a fangirl but kept it to myself, figuring he was fed up of people telling him they love his books. "And this, is Dr Spencer Reid." My eyes moved to the last person at the table. He was clearly my age, had longish brown hair and wore a cardigan. He intrigued me. Dr Reid gave me a small wave, which I copied.

Agent Jareau started her presentation about the case. I focused all my attention on the manila folder in front of me. This was the start of my dream. Everything was falling into place for me and I couldn't contain my excitement. Profiling wasn't new to me but the BAU, they were legends in the psychology world and getting to work with them was what I wanted to do with my life. Nothing would get in the way of my work now. My sole focus would now be on this job.

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bau-drabbles · 2 years ago

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his apartment was a mess, that was the first thing you noticed. books scattered, glasses all around the table, curtain half closed, it was all very unlike dr spencer reid. he like to organise his things very particularly, but now it had looked as if everything was ran through by car leaving nothing but remains. he had many different lamps on his wall but only one was on. a small golden glow illuminating just how chaotic the room was looking.

but still you enter through, quietly walking across his tiled floors. the air felt thick with tension, as if something wasn't quite right. you knew lately he'd been having a hard time but in typical reid fashion, he had decided to bottle his feelings. and now when it was overflowing, everything around him was going up in flames. he had lashed out on you terribly, and even if you knew he didn't mean it, it still hurt nonetheless.

you walk through the apartment gingerly, your hands delicately skimming the books as you walk by. you heard a shuffle in the other room and your heart drops when you see him. he's in a jumper and some sweats, the nightgown tied loosely around him. he's standing by the window watching the sun set, the sky erupting in different colours of red and orange.

all of it would've been so magical had you not noticed the way his shoulders tense and the way his hands clutching tightly around himself. he fiercely wipes away the fresh tears with the back of his hand, cursing at himself for being so weak. but they still streamed down his reddened face. you hear his erratic breaths, trying to stop himself from having another panic attack and it all but breaks your heart piece by piece.

before you could even say a word, he caught your reflection in the window. with a deep breath he turns around and there you really stand. you set the books on the table and his lip trembles, clamping down his teeth over it so you didn't see how entirely pathetic he was. his locks were displayed all around his forehead. he wasn't sleeping, the bags under his eyes certainly had seen better days.

"you came..." his breath was hitched in his throat, a tear spilling from his eyes and you slowly nodded coming closer. he speaks like he genuinely hadn't expected you, as if you could ever ignore a sad call that came from him no matter what time it was.

seeing him so torn up, it was everything in you not to immediately hug him then and there. but you remain in your place, just looking at the sweet man in front of you. how much sadness and pain he had to carry, burdens that weren't his to hold, fell heavy upon his shoulders. you could see how defeated he had become.

"you called..." your voice is gentle, soothing, as if the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. he looks back down, his reddened cheeks stained with fresh tears. his adam apple bobs in his throat with the words he could sat but nothing comes out. nothing but his voice wavering and breaking down in front of you. his fingers clutches the ends of the desk and his face crumples when he turns back to the window.

"i'm sorry..." he whispers, sniffing as he stares out on the city and its inhabitants. your gaze follows by, walking slowly and softly to him.

"i know, it's okay" you lean against the desk as you occupy the space next to him. you know he'll speak to you when he's ready, you know better than to overwhelm him with what has happened. so your mouth remains closed, you remain simply by his side. not going anywhere unless he said to.

you didn't expect him to come closer, resting his face on your shoulder. his hands cradles a book close to his chest as he takes a deep breath in, his heart slowing down for the first time that night. you can smell his sweet shampoo and his cologne as his hands reaches for yours, holding it within his grasp. your fingers gently smooth over his knuckle tenderly, almost like a mother taking care of her child.

"thank you" his voice is soft, hoarse as he holds your hand tighter. you both just look out of the window, relishing in each others company. knowing words couldn't possibly come close to what you were both feeling. that he was clinging on to your touch just as desperately as you were. that despite what had happened, you'd always be there for him whenever he needed. no matter what.

"you're welcome"

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wrenreid · 2 years ago

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Off Limits

contains: oral, handjob, sex…

Part Twenty- Five

Fuck it if she’s off limits.

I get in my car and drive, only one thing on my mind. Her. I just want to be with her. Around her. I don’t care what we do.

I knock on her apartment door lightly, knowing Jack would be asleep and praying she wouldn’t be. To my delight, Jade opens the door wearing nothing but pjs and a smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the bar with the team?” She asks, her head tilting to the side as her grin grows.

“I’d rather be here,” I tell her honestly.

Jade pulls me into her apartment before shutting the door. She looks me up and down, not even bothering to conceal her gaze.

“Are you checking me out?” I ask with a chuckle.

Jade bites her lip and nods. “This is a good look for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” she says slowly. “White button ups, so hot.”

I look down to my shirt, the sleeves rolled up to my elbows due to the humidity outside.

“What are you plotting, Spencer?”

“Nothing,” I tell her. “I just wanted to be with you.”

“You’re a beautiful sweet talker,” she smiles, pulling me into her before I can take a step forward.

Her lips press to mine gently, and I return the favor happily, a smile on my lips. My hands hold the sides of her face.

Jade’s the one who takes the kiss a step further, deepening the movements and causing our lips to burn with desire.

I’m not sure which one of us takes the initiative to move to the couch, but it happens in a brief motion. I sit down on the couch and she sits on my lap. The action is mostly innocent, well, as innocent as straddling someone’s lap can be. We’re not in a rush.

My hands find a resting spot on her hips, hers on my shoulders, as we kiss. Our lips suck against each other’s, tongues gliding and intertwining.

“Yeah, definitely would rather be here than at the bar,” I say with a chuckle, rubbing my thumbs against the skin revealed from her top riding up.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Jade grins, her face already flushed from the kissing.

After a few more slow, passionate kisses, her lips begin trailing down to my neck. Her fingers undo the top button of my shirt to give herself more skin to cover with her lips. She attaches them to my neck, sucking gently while her fingertip trails from my shoulder down to my stomach. I can feel my skin prickle with chill bumps of pleasure.

Jade sucks on the base of my throat, her tongue making contact with my skin.

“Hmm, Jade,” I noise. “Do you know what you’re doing right now?”

She pulls away with a slightly shy smile. “Making you horny?”

“Yes very much so.”

“Sorry,” she chuckles softly, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“It’s okay, baby,” I assure her.

I lean up into her, pressing my lips to hers again. She rolls her hips against mine, brushing her core to the bulge in my pants.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” I ask her, our lips close.

I see her eyes light up with curiosity and anticipation. “Yes.”

Once the door is closed, our lips are all over each other’s again, hands roaming. Jade sits on her bed, looking up at me with a smile.

“Do you want me to…” my words fall off until I gain the confidence. “I want to taste you. If that’s okay.”

Jade bites her bottom lip gently then nods.

“Words.”

“Yes,” she says then adds a sweet “please.”

“Whatever you want, princess,” I smile.

I lean over her, and she lays down against the mattress. I take her lips into mine, slipping my tongue into her mouth slowly.

“Sit up,” I request. When she follows my directions, I slip her shirt off her body after receiving a nod of permission.

She’s not wearing a bra. I can tell my eyes widen. “God.”

“What?” Jade chuckles.

“You know what,” I say, kissing her briefly before feeling her chest. I take one of her tits in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her nipple before sucking on it.

The little noise of delight she releases makes me feel good. I love hearing how good I can make her feel.

My lips trail down to the waistband of her pj bottoms, leaving a path of kisses on her skin. I look down at her shorts, then up to her eyes.

“Just take them off already,” she says with a slight laugh.

“Yes ma’am,” I remark just before looping my fingers under the band and removing her bottoms.

She’s left completely revealed now, and I can feel my bulge growing at the sight. I dip my head down, spreading her legs with my hands. My tongue licks up her pussy, giving myself just a taste. Eventually, I can’t even tease her any longer because of how desperately I need this.

I dip my tongue inside of her, as deep as it can reach. She’s wet and only getting wetter by the second. It doesn’t take long for me to be absolutely devouring her, taking every drip of her I can get into my mouth.

The moans and whines she makes are like music to my ears. I know she’s trying to be quiet, and it’s absolutely adorable hearing her fail at silencing her noises.

She slaps her hand over her mouth as she finishes, her moans muffled but still pleasing my ears.

Holy fuck. The way Spencer looks up at me from between my legs, my juices dripping from his chin. It’s so fucking hot.

I lean down, holding his face in my hands. “You’re so beautiful.”

He smiles, moving his head to kiss my hand. “Thank you.”

He crawls back up to hover above me. I pull his head down to kiss me, tasting myself on his tongue.

As we kiss, I reach my hand down to grab the tent in his pants. “Can I?”

Usually, this is the part where he stops what we’re doing, but instead he nods. “Yes.”

I’m not entirely sure what to do, but it can’t be that hard. Well, ironically, he’s incredibly hard. I slip my hand into his boxers, grabbing ahold of his erection.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Jade…”

I pull it out of his pants, stroking it gently. My hands are shaking a bit, but I don’t stop. I want to please him. Once I’m a bit more comfortable with jerking him off, I reverse our positions, having him sit down on the bed. He leans against the headboard as I sit on his lap. His pants are now off.

I speed up my motions, my hand pumping him at a pace that draws out more moans from him.

“You’re doing so good,” he practically whimpers out, his breathing heavy.

Oh I like that sound. A lot.

I look down at him with a smug grin. But his hand wrapping around my throat and pulling me toward him wipes the expression away. The butterflies in my stomach flap their wings hard.

“Unfortunately, I’m going to need you to stop before I cum on your hand,” Spencer says, slightly embarrassed.

“Noted,” I chuckle softly, removing my hand from his dick.

“I want you. So fucking bad,” Spencer says in a sort of growl that I’ve never heard from him, or anyone, before.

I lick my lips, staring down at him with need. “I’m all yours.”

Spencer lifts me off of him and lays me down on the bed. He hovers above me again, his hand to the side of me holding up his weight. He dips down, kissing me again, biting my bottom lip.

After a moment, he pulls away. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks, his soft brown gaze still filled with a hint of concern.

I pull him down by the collar of his white button up so that our lips are just barely brushing against each other’s. “Please fuck me.”

My words ignite something in him and his lips attack my neck with sloppy kisses, leaving his mark down to my chest. My hands undo the buttons of his shirt, and I slip it off of him and toss it on the ground.

“Fuck. I don’t have a condom,” he says, a disappointed written look all over his face.

“Uh. It’s okay,” I say. “I’m on the pill. Cramps and stuff.”

“You’re sure it’s okay?”

I nod. “Mhm. I want to feel you.”

“You do not have to tell me twice,” Spencer smiles, kissing my lips again.

He guides me through the process, telling me he’ll go slow. It hurts at first, like he warned me. The pain is quickly replaced with pleasure.

As he pushes himself in and out of me, our moans fill the room. I wrap my legs around his torso.

“Harder. Please.”

He obeys my request, thrusting into me deeply and roughly. I kiss him to quiet myself down, moaning into his mouth. And as I finish, I bite his shoulder.

When Spencer’s done, he goes to my bathroom to get a rag to clean his cum off my stomach and wipe down my core.

He sits down beside me, smiling down at me. “I- uh. Wow.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle, moving my hair out of my face. “Wow.”

“How do I keep missing my change to ask you? Can I be your boyfriend?”

I sit up, my smile growing wider. “Yes. I would love that.”

Spencer leans down to press a gentle kiss to my lips then to my forehead. “As much as I hate to leave after this, your dad is about to be home.”

“I know, don’t worry about it,” I tell him. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

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silver138 · 2 months ago

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Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 37

word count - 2.3k warnings - Angst, drunk-ish Spencer, discussion of sexual history (well, more like lack thereof…), Lila Archer talked about, one curse word Summary: Spencer and Lina have a bit of a talk…

As the cabs pull up, Derek says, "Alright, Pretty Boy, Songbird, you're comin' with me. The rest of you lovely ladies have a good night, and see you at work."

"But-" Spencer starts, as Derek prods him into the back of the cab.

"Lina," Derek says, motioning to the open car door. I raise an eyebrow but get into the back of the cab. Derek slides in next to me, asking, "Everyone ok?"

I nod and Spencer says, "So far," starting to look a little green.

Derek notices and gives the cabbie directions to Spencer's place first. As the cab makes turns, Spencer closes his eyes and opens the window, trying hard not to throw up. As we stop in front of his apartment, I get out as well, earning a small smirk and a raised eyebrow from Derek.

"I just wanna make sure he's ok. I'll figure out a way home. Thanks, Derek. We'll see you at work." I say, gently guiding Spencer up to his apartment.

Once we're inside, Spencer takes off his sweater and button-down shirt, leaving him in a white undershirt. Biting my lip, I busy myself with getting him a cold washcloth and searching in my bag for some ginger lozenges.

As I hand him the drops, he pops one in and after a few minutes, his color starts to go back to normal. As he takes a deep breath he thanks me and asks, "How are you not feeling it? You had the same amount of shots I did."

I shrug and say, "I mean, I did take sips of my original drink between each one. I also ate beforehand, so..." then give him a small smile.

He gives me a faint one back, then weakly pats the couch beside him, indicating for me to sit down. I sit down, giving him some space. He softly chuckles and says, "I won't throw up on you, promise."

I give him a reluctant smile, inching closer. I ask, "So, you're feeling better, then?"

He gives a small nod, saying, "Yeah, much better, thanks."

I pull my phone out and say, "OK, well, I guess I better start getting home, then..."

Spencer grabs my hand and shakes his head no, then groans and grabs at his temples while saying, "OK, shouldn't have done that...no, Lina, you should stay here, it's late, I don't want you to get hurt or anything..."

"Spence, it-it's fine, I don't want to bug you. The Metro should still be going, in fact, and-" I start.

"No!" he interrupts emphatically, then in a softer voice says, "No, Lina, just...stay here, ok? Besides, I'm not completely OK, especially after shaking my head, that was a bad idea..." then puts his head on my shoulder and looks at me with wide eyes.

I chuckle lightly, then say, "Alright, Doc, what's with the puppy-dog eyes?"

"I just...don't want you to go, ok? It feels like I've pissed you off somehow, and I wanna know what I did," he says with a heavy sigh.

I close my eyes momentarily and take a deep breath, letting it out and saying, "I'm not...pissed, Spence. I've just been giving you space. Well, trying to..."

"But why?" he asks, lower lip jutting out slightly.

I smile and smooth his hair back, then say, "I dunno, it just...felt like you needed space from me, maybe I was getting...too close or something, spending too much time with you, and you didn't like it."

"What?! No! Why would you think that?!" he asks, snuggling closer to me.

I chuckle and say, "Spence, you're drunk, we can talk about it later, ok?"

"No, 'm not, and I wanna know why you'd think that," he says, his head lifting slightly.

"Well, you don't drink much and you had 5 shots of-" I start.

"Not that," he says exasperatedly. "Why did you think I wanted space from you?"

I look at him, then sigh and say, "Dunno, I just...I didn't want to get in the way of you and...Ms. Archer...dating."

Looking confused, he lifts his head and asks, "We're not...dating? Who said she and I were supposed to be dating?"

I look down and then back up and say, "I mean, I saw the magazine on your desk, and I thought you and Lila were-"

"Whoa, no, we are not dating. Between the distance, the timing, and the sheer complexity of trying to figure everything out...no, it wouldn't work out. Besides, she's pretty, but she's...not the kind of person I'm looking for to date. We're just...too different." he says, looking away for a moment, then back at me.

I take a breath and say, "Yeah, but don't 'opposites attract'?" doing my best to suppress the urge to roll my eyes.

He chuckles a little, then says, "Yeah, for magnets. And I guess...for some people. But I don't want that. I don't want someone who all I have is a physical attraction to. It would get so boring so quickly, having nothing to talk about. We didn't really have much to talk about by the end of the case, actually..."

He looks at me again, eyes wide, and asks, "So, will you stop trying to give me 'space'? I don't need it. I just want to spend time with you. You're...you're my best friend, Lina." and he puts his head back on my shoulder.

Giving him a tight smile, I nod and sniff a little, eyes starting to tear up. "Wha's wrong?" Spencer asks, looking up at me.

"Oh, um, I guess the alcohol is finally hitting me. Apparently, I'm kind of a...sad drunk, I suppose." I lie, forcing a small laugh and wiping a few tears away.

"C'mere then," he says, putting his arms around me. "Guess I'm a cuddly one, then," he says with a chuckle.

I giggle and say, "Yeah, I think you are, Doc," putting my arms around him as well, earning a happy hum from him.

After a few minutes, I say, "Well, while this is nice, it's not super comfy, so let's get you to bed, OK?"

"OK, but where're you gonna be?" he asks, sitting up.

"I'll be fine on the couch. I'm short enough, so I'll fit." I joke.

"Why don't you sleep with me?" he asks, taking a few seconds for him to realize what he said, then quickly adding, "Not like that! I mean in my bed! There's enough room. Besides, studies have shown that regular physical contact can lead to decreased levels of depression and anxiety, so my being cuddly could help with you being sad..."

I snort and say, "It couldn't hurt...but, I kinda don't have a change of clothes, so..."

"That's ok, you can borrow some things. I'm sure I have a shirt and some pants you can wear," he says, standing up and leading me by my hand to his room.

"Spencer, there's nearly a foot difference between us. One way or another, I'm not gonna fit into your clothes." I say, a smile playing on my lips at the thought.

"Well, just...try it? And we can go from there!" he says brightly, pulling out a pair of pajama pants and an oversized shirt for me and placing them in my hands.

I sigh and say, "OK, I guess..." and head into the bathroom to change.

I leave my shirt and bra on, but take off the skort, because I know I wouldn't be able to sleep in it. I put the shirt on, which is decently baggy, hanging just above my knees. However, the pants are way too long, and I have to keep from tripping in them as I take them off.

Spencer knocks and asks, "You ready?"

I open the door and hand him his pants back, saying, "I look like a little kid playing dress-up in those. Besides, the shirt covers me, I should be fine."

Spencer flushes slightly, nodding and sitting on his bed. I look at him and ask, "Uh, Doc, was there anything else you needed to do before going to sleep?"

He jumps up and rushes into the bathroom with an, "Oh, right!" I chuckle and head back out and grab my purse. I bring it with me, fold up the skort, and place it in my bag. I then sit on the end of the bed, take out my contacts, and get my glasses out.

I use the makeup wipes I keep in my bag, making sure to scrub off as much as I can. I then pull out the toothpaste and toothbrush I have and wait for Spencer. After another minute or two, he opens the bathroom door and walks out.

"Oh, uh, it's open if you need it," he says, a little shyly.

I nod and smile as I pass him, entering and finishing getting ready for the night. I head back into his room and put my bag on the floor, sitting down beside him on his bed. He dims his lights so the room isn't in total darkness, then lays down on his back.

After a few minutes, he turns to me and asks cautiously, "So, you, uh, you were telling the truth? During that game?"

I cover my face with my hands for a moment, then bring them down and say, "Yup! I didn't know lying was an option." I turn and look at him. "What about you?"

He flushes red, and quietly says, "Y-yeah. I...didn't realize you could lie during it, either." He turns onto his back and groans, "I'm never playing that game again, not if Morgan's playing! Not with alcohol, at least..."

I giggle and turn to him, asking, "Oh, really? Never? So if it was a regular drink, you'd play again?"

Moving onto his side, he says, "Wha- no! That's not what I meant...I don't even know why I played it tonight."

Turning my body to face him, I raise an eyebrow and say, "Oh? Thought you were having some fun tonight, and that was why?"

He gives me a small smile and says, "Maybe. Why did you play?"

I look down and say, "I dunno. Guess it was part being blindsided by it, part trying to fit in, and part wanting to experience something like it." I look back up at him and continue. "I don't think I'll ever play it again...but I'm kinda glad I did, at least this time," and smile at him.

He pulls me closer to him, and as I look up at him, he says, "What? I still feel like snuggling..."

I giggle and say, "Are you sure it's the alcohol doing that, Doc?" earning a slightly agitated groan from him. "All right, all right, sorry," I acquiesce, cuddling into him and sighing.

I think he's fallen asleep after a few minutes of silence, but I instead hear a soft, "Lina?"

I hum when I hear my name, saying, "Hmm? What's up, Spence?"

"I, uh," he says and clears his throat, then continues. "I, um, I overheard that guy talking to his friend before Garcia went over and suggested he ask you to dance. He remarked how 'hot' you looked, and it irked me, that he couldn't come up with anything better than that."

I snort, and he goes on. "And watching you guys dance, and then seeing him give you his number...I guess I got a little...jealous?"

"You could've asked me to dance too, y'know...Also, jealous?" I say, looking up at him.

"I...yeah, I guess. Well, jealous because...because it was so easy for him to go up to someone and do that. It was like...he had no fear of rejection, and I wish I was able to do that. I...I can't even think about asking someone out without breaking out into a cold sweat." he says quietly.

"What happened to 'not being afraid of rejection' and 'what if they're as into you as you are into them'? Not so easy when it's you, huh, Doc?" I chastise lightly.

"No, no, I guess not. Sorry. I guess logic only works when you're willing to listen to it." he says.

I hum in acknowledgment and close my eyes again. A few minutes later, I hear a quiet, "I would have used 'gorgeous'."

I open my eyes and look up a little confusedly at Spencer with a, "Huh?"

He looks at me, his cheeks reddening. "Instead of 'hot'. I would have used 'gorgeous'."

I quirk an eyebrow at him as he continues. "Or 'beautiful'. 'Stunning'. 'Ravishing.' 'Captivating'. Those are far more expressive than merely 'hot'."

I quickly raise both eyebrows and say with a snort, "Hell, I'll settle for 'cute'." then give him a grin.

He laughs lightly, and I smile at him. I snuggle to get comfortable, then jump when my bra jabs me. "You ok?" he asks, eyes opening a little.

I sit up and say, "Uh, yeah, just...gimme a moment and I'll lay back down, sorry..."

I pull my arms into the shirt sleeves, then swiftly unhook and slip my bra off, pulling it out of the sleeve. Breathing a sigh of relief, I shove the offending undergarment into my purse, then turn to get comfortable again.

Taking in Spencer's flushed face and wide eyes, I ask, "What? It was pinching me."

He takes a breath and asks, "Oh, um, a-are you ok now?"

I cuddle into him and say, "Yeah, way more comfy. Thanks, Doc."

He hums and pulls me closer, and I put my head on his chest. Slowly, we both fall asleep, lulled by the sound of each other's soft breathing.

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floralemi12 · 10 months ago

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The family you find - Chapter 1

{I have decided to give writing a series ago, this is going to be a criminal minds x original female character story, mainly the bau being one big family❤️ let me know what you think ❤️}

Lili Ryan was fresh out of the academy when she was scouted to join the bau. She’ll never forget being approached by Agents David Rossi and Aaron Hotchner, no more than 10 minutes after she walked the stage at her academy graduation. “Miss Ryan?” The older or the two men asked, stopping the blonde girl in her tracks. “Yes, that’s me but you can call me Lili” she smiled, holding her hand out for them to shake, hoping they didn’t see it shaking slightly. Her mind was running a mile a minute, she knew of the bau, because of course she did, everyone knew they were the best of the best so what did the two leaders of the best team in the fbi want with her. “Congratulations on graduating” David smiled, taking her hand in a firm grip. “Thank you sir” she beamed back at him, the excitement from officially being part of the FBI obvious on her face. “Unfortunately we don’t have much time so we’ll keep this quick” Aaron spoke up, causing Lili to look at him confused. “We’ve been tracking all the new recruits to see if any of you will be a good fit for different departments, and you have exceptional recommendations from your mentors and peers” he stated. “Thank you” Lili smiled, still confused about where this was going. “You were top of your class, worked well with others, and were excellent in your field training” he continued. “What he’s saying, is we would love to have you be part of the bau” David finished for him. Lilis face froze as her eyes darted between the two older men. “W..what?” She whispered. “We have been looking for a new team member, and we think it would be best to have someone younger with a fresh perspective on everything” Aaron said, taking out some folded paper from his suit jacket. “Here’s the forms for you to fill out if you are interested, take some time to think about it and let us know but we think you’re going to make an incredible agent and we would love to have you” Aaron said, his lips curving into a small smile. “I..I don’t know what to say, thank you” Lili said, still in disbelief. “We’ll let you celebrate, congratulations” David said before both men turned and walked away, leaving Lili clutching the papers in her hand and wondering what the hell just happened.

Two days later, Lili found herself in the lobby of the FBI building, dressed in her favourite cream cardigan, black skirt and boots. “Can I help you?” A kind woman asked who was sat behind the reception desk. “Hi, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of the bau?” Lili said, taking the papers Agent Hotchner had given her to prove she was allowed to be here. “Of course, the bau is located on the 6th floor, here’s a visitors pass for you” the receptionist informed, handing over a badge that Lili clipped to her cardigan. “Thank you, have a lovely day” Lili smiled before heading for the elevators. She’d spent the last 48 hours in disbelief that she had been given this opportunity, an opportunity that she knew she would take the minute it was offered, but knowing that as soon as the elevator doors opened her life would change made her nervous.

Ding!

Lili took a deep breath, straightened up and took her first step onto the 6th floor. The first thing she noticed was how busy it was. Agents were rushing around with files, typing away at their desks and heading into meetings. She pushed the glass doors open and suddenly felt like all eyes were on her. Blushing slightly, she looked down at her shoes before taking a tentative step forward. “Hey there, can I help?” A deep voice asked and she looked up to find a tall dark skinned man grinning at her. “I’m looking for Agent Hotchner or Agent Rossi?” She asked, giving the man a hesitant smile. “Hotch? His office is right up there and I think Rossi is with him” the man supplied helpfully. “Thank you” she said before stepping around him to walk up the steps to Hotchs office.

Knock knock

“Come in” Aaron said and she pushed the door open to find the two agents that she was looking for. “Lili!” David beamed, standing up and shaking her hand. “Good morning, I hope I’m not interrupting?” She asked. “Of course not, we’re glad you’re here” Aaron smiled, gesturing for her to take a seat. “I take it you’ve made a decision?” He asked, cutting straight to the chase. “I have” she nodded, taking the papers out of her bag once more, and sliding them across table. Aaron picked them up, his eyes glancing over them, before putting them down and offering her his hand.

“Welcome to the Bau Agent Lili Ryan”

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not me thinking of writing a new fic again (for criminal minds this time) when I still haven’t updated my other 2 current fics 😭

got the layout of the characters already… 💀

#aaron hotchner x oc #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #derek morgan #spencer reid #david rossi #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #jason gideon #fic writer problems #writer problems #Emily has 2 half sisters who’s she’s not close with #and main oc joins the BAU a year after Emily #I probably will never post it tbh but it’s been in my head for a week now since my interest for CM has peaked again after like 10 years #original female characters #aaron hotch x reader #<- if you wanted it to be honestly #would be set in early CM (late S2-early S3) for obv reasons #bi Emily Prentiss #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fic #also lowkey (HIGHKEY) derek morgan x secondary oc #Emily is still very much ‘only child’ coded despite having 2 half sisters since they are basically strangers to her #BAU team are a family

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Right Kind of Wrong (2)

She never thought she’d be involved in a murder investigation and encounter her one-night-stand again, the awkward guy who isn’t exactly that good in bed—Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong… But as he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Part Summary: Spencer’s late-night endeavor is teased as a new case arises. wc: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+ content, graphic detail of murder

A/n: thank you for all the love it’s very much appreciated! also i want to remind you that this will be a long series, but if you like a murder mystery with a hint of humor and smut, then by all means please continue :3

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

BEING CALLED IN AT NIGHT WAS SOMETHING SPENCER WAS USED TO. It was part of his job. The moment he accepted to be part of the Behavior Analysis Unit at Quantico, he knew the downside of it all. The long hours and pressure to perform the job while working with some of the most dangerous and violent individuals could potentially affect him physically and mentally.

But above all that, he always looked at the bigger picture. His job was to bring justice by catching all the perpetrators of each crime he was assigned with. It was a very dangerous job yet he couldn't imagine his life without lending in his time and intelligence to catch the 'bad guys on the loose'—as Garcia would often put it. So having his dearest friend call him at two o'clock in the morning was something that occasionally occurred. He really didn't mind it.

Until tonight.

For the first time in his eleven years working as an FBI agent, Spencer wished the bad news could wait at least in the morning. By then he would have more time to spend his night with the most irresistible woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

He shook his head. Guilt was a complex, powerful emotion and it was what he was feeling right now. A dead body was found and all he could think about was the beautiful stranger who was now more than an enigma than she ever was. Even when he had seen her in her barest form, tucked underneath his warm body. Even when his hands had roamed around every corner of her luscious curves, her desperate moan sounded like the most beautiful melody to his ears.

God, he needed a drink. No, not alcohol, he wasn't one to drink liquor anyway. Well, excluding a few hours ago when sitting all alone waiting for his friends without holding any type of alcoholic drink seemed rather uncommon. He was already feeling out of place the moment he entered the dimly lit bar, his eyes scanning for any familiar faces but being greeted by none.

So ordering a bottle of cold beer seemed ideal as he sat by the bar on his own. He didn't even drink the whole liquid, merely gulping a sip or two before it became a mere prop for blending in with the crowd.

If it wasn’t for Garcia coaxing him into joining her and the girls for a night out in the city, Spencer would still be at the office, his nose buried in the paperwork he needed to finish. But Penelope Garcia was a force not to be underrated. She had a way with words and persuasion, thus Spencer found himself agreeing to spend the night with his peers.

Besides, he enjoyed being around them. He considered the people he worked with as more than mere colleagues. He had spent so much time with them that the bond developed was incredibly special and strong. He considered them as a sort of dysfunctional family in some ways, but it was a family nonetheless. It was a very unique relationship and a special one that he took pride in working with and he was very grateful to be a part of it.

But it didn't stop him from being mad at the fact they had bailed on him at the very last minute.

Fine—a little bit mad. They all seemed to have good excuses for their sudden absence. JJ had to drive back home for her sick son, Prentiss was called back into the office by their unit chief Hotch, and Garcia... well, her answer was pretty vague. All she had said over her frantic call was, "I'm so sorry, boy genius, I need to take a rain check tonight. I'll call you later!"

Then Spencer found himself in a situation he would never imagine being, sitting by himself at the most sociable place he could ever think of.

He needed to leave. The music bouncing over the stereo suddenly sounded too loud, and even though there weren't too many people inside the place, it was still enough to make his demeanor shut down from the several conversations floating in the air.

And don't get him started on the number of pathogens clinging to every nook and corner of this place. He shuddered at that thought as he once again wiped down the bar surface with another pile of napkins he requested from the bartender, who by the looks of it, was starting to eye him with annoyance.

A man suddenly pushed him from behind and went on his way without apologizing. Spencer made a mental note to never agree to another social request without a companion at his arrival. He was feeling more and more uncomfortable by the minute.

His fingers hastily tightened around the strap of his bag, ready to flee the scene when a sudden faint scent of chocolate fluttered through his nose.

Delicious, mouth-watering chocolate.

Spencer had always been conscious of his surroundings. The nerves in his brain would work their way into absorbing all kinds of entities that triggered his senses, and chocolate was a scent he could easily make out.

Chocolate smelled like... well, heaven. It had a sweet, decadent scent that was just divine, triggering all sorts of happy, positive emotions and reactions. He could point out a lot of facts about why roasted cocoa could trigger serotonin throughout one's body, but his brain was too busy trying to pinpoint the source of its scent.

Then he felt movement to his right and the scent lingered around the air like a delicious blanket coating his senses. And there she was—looking divinely gorgeous like heaven on a pair of legs.

Spencer knew there was no singular answer to describe one's beauty, as beauty was subjective and could be defined differently by each person. He also considered himself being very old-school as he perceived beauty through kindness and intelligence. Yet he was still a hot-blooded man and he wasn't going to lie; the woman sitting in front of him was physically attractive and pleasing to the eye.

The way her eyes lit up as they settled on him tightened the knot in his stomach. He might not have much experience with the opposite sex, but he knew when one was interested in his presence, and with that thought in mind he felt rather pleased and flattered.

His eyes roamed around her features; her glazed eyes, her high cheekbones, the delicate shape of her nose, and her plump lips that seemed to look so soft. It wasn't until later in the night he came to the conclusion that they were much softer than they looked. Because tasting her mouth was completely different than simply staring at it.

Spencer didn't know how touch-starved he was until he pressed his lips onto hers, lips that were incredibly soft yet turned every inch of his body very hard. He felt immensely dizzy with need as he nipped her bottom lip, feeling intoxicated each time she squirmed in his arms, her soft body pressing against him, making it more and more difficult to clear his mind with her hands between his legs—

"Late night?"

Spencer looked up. He could feel the blush creeping along his cheeks as if being caught having these inappropriate thoughts. Derek Morgan stood by his side, eying the amount of sugar stashed into the cup of coffee in his hand. To be fair, he really did need something that could wake him up and break him from going down memory lane again.

"Very," he murmured. He proceeded by mixing his caffeine with a spoon, unaware of how Morgan was watching him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"My man," Morgan teased. Spencer sensed the taunting edge in his voice and turned around.

On a normal occasion, he would deny the suggestive tone Morgan would often taunt. His friend had a way of teasing him in what seemed to be simply goodhearted banter. But Spencer wasn't exactly a good liar. He was already quite flustered by the topic of conversation and the moment he opened his mouth, he knew he would only make things worse.

So instead he kept his silence and sipped on his drink, ignoring the grin plastered on Morgan's face as if an epiphany had aroused him in his wake.

"My man," Morgan repeated, wrapping a playful arm around his shoulders. "What has kept the young Dr. Reid awake on this lovely night?"

He shoved his arm away. "I wouldn't consider myself youthful anymore."

Morgan snickered. "You're the baby of the team." Then to annoy him even further, he added, “Kid.”

"I'm thirty-six." Spencer frowned as they climbed their way toward the conference room. "You know, men in their mid-thirties have prefrontal cortexes that are fully developed and they have a lot more experience throughout their lives. Their body is also fully functional so they—I am most definitely a mature, fully grown adult."

"Do you know what else they say about men being in their thirties?" Morgan threw him another one of his grins. "A very high sex drive."

"Actually, studies show that 30% of healthy people aged between 65-74 still enjoy sexual intercourse weekly."

Morgan groaned. "Don't give me that mental image."

"Reid!"

The two men turned to see Garcia scurrying towards them. How she still conjured so much energy at this time of hour would always be a mystery to him. The determined look on her face reminded him of their last conversation on the phone and Spencer quickly turned away, walking into the empty conference room before sitting himself by the round table.

Noticing the weird interaction between his two friends, Morgan threw Garcia a questioning look. "What's going on?"

"Oh, I'll tell you what's going on." She hurriedly entered the room and grabbed the remote control sitting in the middle of the table. She poked Spencer with the device. "This boy right here decided he's too cool to hang out with us."

"Garcia, you're the one who bailed on me."

"So not the point," she deadpanned. "My question is, when are you going to introduce us to your girlfriend? I didn't even know you were dating."

Morgan's brows shot up as he took a seat beside him. "Girlfriend?"

Spencer looked down as she went on, "Imagine my surprise when he answered my call and there was a woman's voice in the background. At this hour."

Morgan laughed at her emphasis on the time because it was common knowledge only certain things happen this late. Especially with an alleged female company. "Really?"

Disliking the way he was thrown into the spotlight, Spencer leaned in his chair and crossed his arms defensively. "She's not my girlfriend."

That statement only raised their interest even further.

"Oh?" That was Morgan.

"You naughty minx." That was Garcia. "Since when have you been seeing her?"

Spencer had two options. He could ignore their curiosity and remain silent, or he could flat-out give them a lie. He looked between the interest on their face and decided he couldn't escape their probing curiosity, so he answered in a very low voice, "Tonight."

"Tonight?" Garcia asked in disbelief. "Wait—didn't you go to the bar earlier?"

"Yes, before everyone ditched me."

"Oh my god," Garcia squealed in surprise. "Dr. Reid, did you spend the night with a stranger?"

There was a long pause as the grip around his mug tightened. Morgan let out a choked laugh. "My man."

"Stop saying that," Spencer muttered, his lips inches away from his steaming cup.

"I can't believe this," Garcia gasped between her giggles, clearly fascinated by this new information. "Our resident boy genius is actually a Casanova in disguise."

"Who's a Casanova?"

The three of them turned to see Emily Prentiss walking into the room followed by a very curious David Rossi. His other colleagues clearly didn't hear the beginning half of their conversation and Spencer wanted to make sure it remained that way.

He casually took a sip of his drink and replied, "Giacomo Casanova. A famous Italian adventurer and author in the 18th century. He became famous for his often complicated and elaborate affairs with women."

Prentiss scoffed as she and Rossi sat down by the table. "I know who Casanova is, I'm asking who is a Casanova."

An awkward silence settled in the room. Spencer shifted in his seat. He really, really didn't want to deal with this. Spending a very intimate night with a stranger wasn't something he would like to discuss in front of his peers. Ever.

He could feel the heavy weight of everyone's eyes and the blush slowly creeping along his cheeks when Derek stepped in, giving the room one of his charming smiles. "We were talking about me."

"You?" Prentiss quirked one of her eyebrows in mocked surprise. "I don't think your girlfriend would be happy with that."

Morgan easily laughed. "We were discussing my old Casanova days."

"Yeah," Garcia interjected. "We were talking about how bad his choices of female friends were."

"Hey!"

"Until now." She gave him a toothy grin. "We love Savannah."

Morgan rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He caught Spencer staring at him with a grateful smile and returned the gesture with an understanding nod. Spencer relaxed as the conversation rolled by and the topic of his secret escapade was long forgotten.

For now.

JJ, another member of the team, entered the room a few minutes later with a huge smile. Then the moment their unit chief, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, followed behind, everyone knew it was back to business.

Spencer placed his mug down on the table and focused his attention on the case at hand.

"Alright, so." Garcia pointed the remote towards the black screen and a moment later, gruesome pictures of a murder scene were presented in different angles. The picture of the male body covered in blood greeted them before a passport shot of a middle-aged man smiling happily at the camera was shown. "Fifty-six-year-old Kevin Marshall, a corporate lawyer, was found dead at his home by his secretary."

"At home?" Derek wondered. "Were there no security?"

"There was a sudden blackout going on in the neighborhood for about seven minutes. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at that time of hour. His wife and kids were visiting her parents and Mr. Marshall was at home finishing some work. It wasn't later on when he didn't answer his calls that his secretary found him lying in his office with several stab wounds."

"Time of death?" JJ questioned.

"A quarter past midnight." Garcia clicked on her device before another detailed picture of the scene was zoomed in on the screen. "And this was found—no, carved on his back."

The picture had a clear shot of the wound on the victim's back, a sloppy carved-out handwriting slashed across his skin. Spencer narrowed his eyes. "Exodus 20:13," he read, his brain already discerning the meaning of the words. "Thou shalt not kill."

"Quite ironic, don't you think? Given the way the Unsub just brutally acted out his assault," Prentiss wondered out loud.

"The verse might actually tie with the murder into this god-given right for someone to bear arms. The Unsub probably feels justified in murdering the victim because he feels that this man is a sinner, thus he must kill him in the name of the Almighty."

"So, what? Are we looking for a religious vigilante?"

"That's what we're trying to find out." Hotch looked over his team and assigned everyone their work. "Since the crime scene is a mere hour away, Morgan can investigate the crime scene with JJ. Reid, go with Rossi to check the autopsy report. Prentiss and I will be here for his family as they're flying straight from Michigan."

"What can I do to help, sir?"

Hotch gave Garcia a pointed look. "Find everything you can on Kevin Marshall. Bank accounts, purchase records, extended family, and also the people he worked with. Report to me when you find something suspicious. Anything."

"Right." She nodded. "Anything."

"And find any possible matches from old cases that have anything to do with carving on body parts. Solved or unsolved."

"Carving on body parts. Got it."

Everyone started scattering around the room, ready to start the investigation. And although his mind somehow drifted back to soft lips and the scent of sweet chocolate, Spencer pushed them away, gulping the last drip of the sweetest coffee he had ever made as if he was draining down all these inappropriate images running through his mind.

It was not the time.

>> NEXT PART

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esote-rika · 1 month ago

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Hypothetically if I were to turn Waldorf!reader into an OC and write a multi chapter fic, would you guys read it?

#esote rika rambles #erika writes #spencer reid x original female character #original character fics #dr spencer reid x oc

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thatgirlstrawberry · 2 years ago

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Sick Surprise - The Honeymoon

In which Y/N and Spencer go on their honeymoon!

Warnings: Fluff, smut!!! Oral (f rec), fingering, unprotected sex, penetrative sex,

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Leaving Eloise for a week was harder than the newlyweds thought it would be. But now, they were at the airport, hand in hand and watching their daughter wave at them through the window of her grandma’s car.

“Do you think we could just catch up to the car?” Y/N asked, biting her lip. Spencer sighed and she rolled her eyes with a smile. “No. We can’t get all sad.” She said. “We have a week with no child. That means, sex, eating all the food we want, walking around naked, sex and oh! More sex.” She nodded proudly. Spencer looked down at her an quirked an eyebrow. “And… spend time with each other, I guess.”

He laughed and they walked into the airport with their luggage and hearts pounding with excitement and love for one another.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

When they reached their hotel room, Y/N literally left her bag in the hallway because she was too excited to carry anything with her. Spencer chuckled and walked in after her, taking her suitcase by the handle and dragging it in.

He didn’t even get a chance to look around before Y/N came out of nowhere and jumped on his back, squealing. He groaned with a laughed and fell forward onto the bed. “Wait, we haven’t even gotten to see the view from the balcony yet!” He laughed as he turned over, Y/N straddling his hips.

“You think the view out there is gonna look better than…” She pulled her shirt over her head and smiled down at him. “This?”

Spencer instantly became mesmerized. “You, my wife, are the most beautiful view in the world.”

She paused. “I’m your wife!” She squealed. She leaned down and placed a slow but passionate kiss on his lips. His hands found their way to her hips and he sighed into her lips.

Her hands gripped his shirt, wanting it off as fast as possible. They broke the kiss long enough for him to sit up and let her take his shirt off, never breaking eye contact. His hot skin against her cold felt exhilarating and she kissed him again. “I’m so glad you married me.” He whispered.

She smiled, her eyes saying the exact same thing he did. The rustling of the bedsheets and their breathing was the only thing in the room as they kissed. “I love you.” He whispered between kisses. “I love—“ She kissed him again. “You.”

She giggled and before she could kiss him again, her phone rang in her back pocket. “I’m ignoring it, don’t worry.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket as she kissed him and turned it off, throwing it somewhere on the bed.

He rolled her over so he was on top and held himself above her. “Good. That’s so good.” He nodded before dipping down to kiss her jaw and neck. Her back arched off of the bed, chest pressing against her husband’s. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she shut her eyes, throwing her head back.

Her phone rang again. “Fuck. What the fuck.” She groaned. She opened her eyes and turned her head saw that it was her mother calling. She grabbed her phone as Spencer sighed and crawled off of her.

“Hello?” Y/N groaned.

“Y/N, honey I’m so sorry but I can’t get Eloise to sleep.”

Y/N bit her lip and looked at the time. “Mom, it’s past ten back where you are.” She heard Eloise crying in the background.

“I’m sorry I didn’t want to have to call you—“

“It’s okay, just let me talk to her.” She shook her head and looked up at Spencer. She heard the phone shuffling and Eloise’s crying get louder.

“Hewo? M-mommy I mith you an’ Spenther.” She coughed through her cries and sniffled. “I wan’ you to come back.” She sobbed.

“I know, baby. Me and Spencer will be back so soon.” Y/N bit her lip.

“I wan’ a story!”

Y/N swallowed. “Ask grandma to read you one, honey. She’s a really good reader.” She said, glancing at Spencer.

“No! I Don’t wan’ her i wan’ Spenther!”

Y/N nodded and closed her eyes . “Okay, Eloisey? He can’t read to you right now.”

Spencer cleared his throat and she looked up at him. “I could read to her. I know every single book she has on her little shelf.” He chuckled.

The woman smiled and bit her lip. “Okay, Spencer is gonna read you a book, which one do you want him to read?”

“If— if you gave a mouse a cookie.” She sniffled on the phone.

She looked at Spencer with a small shrug and he held his hand out for the phone. He took it and Y/N let her sleep fall onto her stomach on the bed.

She closed her eyes and listened to her husband’s voice perfectly recite If You Gave A Mouse A Cookie.

She opened up her eyes and looked at him, smiling into the sheets. “God, you’re so perfect.” She whispered. He didn’t seem to hear her but his eyes slid to hers and he smiled.

She shut her eyes again and inhaled the fresh linen scent of the bed.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.

“I hate the beach.” Spencer spoke quickly. Y/N giggled and sighed. Spencer was lying on a chair and she was lying on a beach towel in the sand. “The sun is really hot and there’s sand in my hair.”

Y/N smiled and propped herself on her elbows. “Do you like my bikini, Spencer?” She asked. It was a black triangle top with white stars all over it and matching bottoms that tied on the sides. Spencer looked over the arm of the chair, mouth agape.

“I no longer hate the beach.” He said, glancing between her face and her chest.

A few minutes later, Y/N was running towards the water and Spencer was going after her. “Baby, wait!” He called.

They spent the rest of the evening in the water, splashing, kissing, laughing— just enjoying themselves as a new married couple.

As they were getting ready to leave, Y/N threw her arms around his neck. “Y’know, we never got to finish what we started earlier.” She smiled, pushing her chest into his.

He ran his hands up and down her arms. “We didn’t?” He furrowed his brows with a smile.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Nope. My mother called.” She laughed. “But, now that she doesn’t need us, we could go back to the room and I can take this off…” She leaned in more to whisper. “And you can do whatever you want to me.” She stood on her toes and nipped at his ear.

He groaned lowly. “Okay, let’s go.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Laughing, the two entered their room. Spencer was trying to tickle her sides and she rushed away from him.

She laid on the bed and let her arms fall above her head. Spencer caught up and stood at the edge, his knees against hers. She was still wearing nothing but that tiny tie bikini. “You look so good.” He shook his head, his teeth catching his bottom lip. “And I’ve been waiting to tear this off off of you since I saw you out it on.” He reached forward and flicked the knotted string of her bikini bottom. “It took everything not to undo this in the water.” He smiled.

Y/N bit her lip. “Well, we’re alone now. You can take it off.” She nodded eagerly.

He tilted his head and leaned forward, pushing one knee between her legs but not touching her where she needed him. Instead, his hand trailed up her thigh and on top of the fabric of her swimsuit.

Her lips parted and she looked at his hand and then his face. “Take it off, Spence. Please.” She breathed out.

He didn’t listen. Instead he cupped her over the fabric. She inhaled sharply and shut her eyes. Her back arched off of the bed and she gripped the sheets above her head. “Wait, wait.” She breathed out. “At least take off your shirt, let me look at you.” She begged. He chuckled and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side.

He leaned down and hovered over her, kissing her lips and rubbed her clit through the bikini. “Mm…” She moaned and bit her lip after he broke the kiss. He moved his lips to her jaw and then towards the base of her neck. She hummed and shut her eyes, leaning back and exposing her neck to his lips. His fingers circled slowly over her and she bent her knees so her legs weren’t hanging off the edge of the bed anymore. He applied more pressure and a whine left her lips.

“I need you.” She whispered underneath the sound of his lips against her. “Please, Spencer we got cock blocked by my mother. Your cock is free now!”

He chuckled into her neck and leaned up. He grabbed the tie part of her top and pulled the string, untying it completely. She sat up a bit, letting him pull it off of her and she laid back down. He bit his lip and glanced between her breasts and her eyes. “How are you this beautiful?” He asked.

Spencer leaned down kissed the skin around her chest, biting gently a few times. She gasped softly and planted her hands in his hair, scratching his scalp gently. He groaned as he kissed lower and lower. Once he got to the bottom of her stomach, he looked up at her. He moved his head to the side, grabbing the string of her bikini bottom with his teeth. He pulled it and it became undone. Y/N watched him do this to the other side and lifted her hips up so he could pull it off.

Once he did, he grabbed her thighs and spread them apart. He kept his eyes on hers as he leaned down and kissed the insides of her thighs teasingly. Her back arched off the bed and she placed her hands in his damp, messy hair. “You know you’re teasing.” She whispered with desperation behind her voice.

“You know you love it.” He bit her softly and she jolted a bit. He decided to give her what she wanted and kissed her right on her bundle of nerves.

Her moans soon filled the room as he went to town, sucking and licking. She gripped his hair between her fingers and pulled which elicited groans from him and sent vibrations to her core.

His hands squeezed her thighs, pulling them impossibly farther apart. He ground his hips against the bed, her moans turning him on even more.

“I’m gonna— holy fuck!” She whined, not able to finish her sentence.

He pulled away for just a moment, mouth and chin glistening. “I know, baby just hold on.” He removed one of his hands from her thighs and teased her entrance with his finger.

The noises she was making only made him more eager to bury himself inside of her. He bit his lip and slowly pushed his finger inside of her. She gasped and let her head fall back against the sheets.

“M-more.” She moaned. He obeyed and pushed another finger inside. Her breaths became heavier and faster and she was a writing mess.

“Come for me, baby.” He nodded. Seconds later, she was doing just that, moaning his name.

Her chest heaved as he removed his fingers and crawled up, putting his body between her legs. He pressed his lips to hers and she hummed. She felt his hard dick pressed against her thigh through his shorts.

She trailed her nails down his sides and hooked her fingers through the loops of his cargo shorts. “Take them off,” She mumbled against his lips. He pulled away from her lips. “Come on, I need it.” She plead.

He bit his lip, watching her squirm underneath him. He unbuckled the belt he wore and tossed it across the room, his shorts following not long after. The sight of him pressed up against his boxers was excited her even more, anticipation built up waiting for the feeling she loved so much.

He adored her smile as she sat up, her fingers creeping beneath the waist band of his boxers. She looked up at him through her lashes as she pulled. He helped her take them the rest of the way off and gently pushed her back onto the bed.

She inhaled and shut her eyes as his body pressed up against her. She moaned and reached down between their bodies, guiding his dick towards her entrance. He pushed in, mouth falling open in sync with Y/N’s.

A gasp left her lips and she pushed her hips up to meet him. When he bottomed out, he stayed still waiting for Y/N to exhale and open her eyes. She clenched around him involuntarily and let out a loud breath. “Holy shit—“ She whined, feeling him slowly stretch her out.

Spencer was barely able to think about anything other than the way her nails were digging into his arms and the the way she felt wrapped around him.

“O-okay, move please.” She breathed out.

He started to snap his hips into hers at a slow pace, head falling back. “You feel so good, honey. Can’t believe I get to feel this for the rest of my life.”

Her back arched off the bed, chest meeting his and she moaned into his shoulder. “F-faster, I need it faster.” She whispered.

He nodded and began to push into her faster. He repositioned and held himself up on his knees, throwing her legs over his and gripping her hips tightly. Her core tightened and she brought her arms up over her face as she moaned loudly, feeling him deeper in the new position. He used one hand to take her arms away from her face.

“I wanna see my beautiful wife.” He groaned feeling her walls clench around him. “Fuck, Y/N!”

She squeezed her eyes shut and jolted when she felt him start to rub her clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Feels so good!”

Spencer gripped her hips so hard that there were sure to be bruises in the morning. Not that Y/N minded.

Her chest heaved as he pounded into her. She placed her hands over his and maintained eye contact. She smiled and let out a loud moan, closing her eyes. “I’m so fucking close…” She breathed out. Her whines grew louder and closer together.

Spencer nodded. “Me too, baby. Fuck—“ He leaned down, pressing his body against hers and placing his arms underneath her. She made a noise at the new way her was hitting her cervix and wrapped her arms around him.

“Fuck, Spencer!”

“Wait for me, beautiful.” He whispered in her ear, kissing her ear.

A moment later, the husband and wife reached their climaxes, holding each other closer than ever.

Y/N’s chest heaved and she groaned as Spencer pulled out of her and laid beside her. “I… cannot believe that’s the first time we’ve had sex since the bathroom after the ceremony.”

Spencer chuckled. “It was hard.” He nodded. “You tried to jump me in the bathroom on the airplane, Y/N.”

She squealed with laughter. “Why can I say? I could see your dick through your shorts.” She nodded, tapping the side of her head. “X-ray vision, baby.”

He rolled his eyes and began to speak but there was a knock at the door. Y/N gasped and got up from the bed quickly and headed to the bathroom so she wouldn’t be seen. Spencer stumbled up off of the bed and pulled his shorts on as quickly as possible.

He went to the door and opened it. There was an old man standing. “Hello—“

“I get that you’re a new married man but it’s 10 o’clock and the walls are thin. Pipe down, lover boy.” He grumbled.

Spencer raised his eyebrows and the man slowly shuffled away back to his room. He shut the door and heard Y/N laugh from the bathroom and rolled his eyes with a smile.

She came back out of the bathroom but this time covered (not really) in her lace lingerie. Spencer’s eyes nearly popped out of his head and his jaw slack on the floor. “Holy mother fucking shit.” He read his name that was stitched onto the front of the bottoms. “Holy shit!”

“Oh, did you think we were done, lover boy?” She asked, leaning against the frame of the door.

He swallowed and shook his head. “N-no I just thought—“

“Take those damn shorts off.” She smiled with a roll of her eyes. He did as he was told.

She walked towards him and pushed him back a bit, knees hitting the bed. He sat and looked up at her. “You’re gonna have to undress me again.” She smiled. She sat on his lap, her knees on the bed. She felt his dick pressed against her.

He nodded. “As many times as I have to.” He told her. He thought for a second. “Or… we can keep it on.” He shrugged. “I kind of like the idea of fucking my wife with my name on her.”

She tapped his lips. “Our name, you mean?”

He smiled. “Our name.”

Y/N kissed him slowly, moving her hips a little to create friction. He moaned into her mouth and placed his hands on her ass, pushing her against him every time she moved back. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He husked in between kisses.

She hummed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pushed herself up so she was hovering and pulled away from his lips. She used one hand to reach between them and pull her underwear to the side. Then, she grabbed his cock and guided it, rubbing it between her folds between pushing it all the way back so it rested at her entrance.

He groaned and resisted the urged to push up into her and let her sink down on him. She pressed her lips against his to muffle the moan and paused, chest heaving. She pulled away from his mouth after a moment. “I will never get tired of this feeling.” He told her.

She smiled and opened her eyes, beginning to rock back and forth slowly. Spencer hissed and leaned forward, resting his head against her chest. He pressed a few kisses on her breasts here and there.

She began to move faster and he wrapped his arms around her waist, biting and kissing her chest.

Her rocking turned into bouncing and she tried her best to be quiet. Spencer, not so much. The feeling of her walls squeezing him in some sort of pattern that he had yet to figure out was driving him mad.

It was like their bodies were made for each other. Like pieces of a puzzle. She reacted just right for him and vice versa.

She moaned loudly as he pulled her impossibly closer and he began to thrust up into her. “Oh! Fuck!” She nodded, eyes closed.“Just like that, Spence.”

(All I can think of rn is part of your world from the new little mermaid - rev) sorry lol back to the smut

He squeezed her hips as her legs squeezed the outside of his. “Close, baby?” She nodded, not able to form words anymore. He hummed and thrusted faster. “Come for me.”

Her legs shook and she arched her back, freezing in her place. She came hard, squeezing her eyes shut. She then felt Spencer finish inside of her and squeezing her so hard that there were definitely gonna be bruises.

“Fuck, wife… I love you.” He panted.

“I love you too, husband.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Hours later, the two were laying in each other’s company, not talking but not sleeping and wrapped up in sheets. She was facing him, playing with his fingers and humming the song that they danced to on their first dance as a married couple.

All Spencer could do was stare at her. She was so unbelievably beautiful. She was ethereal. Majestic. Anything that meant beautiful, she was. Not just on the outside but on the inside as well.

Y/N inhaled deeply and looked up at him. “You creeper. Stop staring you’re making me nervous.”

He chuckled. “Aw, i still make you nervous?” He asked.

“Yes.” She rolled her eyes. She laughed when Spencer tugged her closer to him.

“I never thought I’d get this.”

The words came out of her mouth before she could even think. He furrowed his brows. “What?”

She closed her eyes for a moment. “I just… even with Jake, I never saw myself meeting a man like you, much less getting married.” She looked at him. “And now that I have you…” She pressed her lips together. “I really have no complaints in life. I think it’s perfect now.” She nodded.

“What’s perfect?” He asked.

She smiled. “Everything. My life. My life with you and Eloise. You’re perfect. It’s all perfect.”

Her words brought tears to his eyes. He never thought anyone would think of him as perfect. But now, he was married to that person. “You’re amazing.” He nodded. He sniffled and brought her hand up to kiss it and then he placed his hand on the Sid elf her face, leaning forward and kissing her sweetly.

She wiped a fallen tear with her thumb as they kissed and he smiled into it.

Yes, this was perfect.

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YALL I DID IT

First of all, hi loves! I missed you and I’m soooo sorry but the writers block was real for this one lmao

But, I’m trying to be back now that it’s summer! And guys, I’m a junior in college now!! And it was just my birthday so yay for me!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!

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hisonlyreid-er · 7 months ago

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School Girl Crush Pt 5

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part 4| Part5| A new BAU member appears and Spencer sees her as a little threat to his status of boy genius. Being unable to get comfortable with each other causes some issues within the team. Will they be able to move past it and work together?

Spencer Reid x FemBau!OC Warnings: Violence, injury, blood, guns, mild swearing, talks about drugs and painkillers, medical stuff(probably inaccurate)

"Garcia. Can you confirm the address?" I held my phone to my ear, creeping around the side of the house in the dark. This lead seemed like a dead end. No one was here. My gun was heavy in my hand as it hung by my side. The address is correct Lyn. I just had to make sure. "Well, there's no one here Gar.."

A loud shot ripped through the phone. Garcia froze, eyes glazed over as she tried to listen for anything. "Lyn?! Agent Colesta!" Fear burnt her chest. That was a shot. There had been a shot and now she wasn't answering. It took a few seconds for her to come to her senses. Her fingers hit keys frantically. Hotchner. His steady voice was little comfort. "Sir, Lyn..Agent Colesta. She....she." Penelopes rambling was incoherent. Garcia. Calm down. What happened? Forever the voice of reason. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself. "Agent Colesta was checking out that lead. She was saying there wasn't anyone there, I heard a shot and she isn't responding." Saying it made her panic again. Send us the address Garcia. Then the call cut off. She had already send the information to them. All she could do was wait.

Hotch pocketed his phone. All eyes were on him, waiting for whatever Garcia had been so panicked over. "Agent Colesta may have been injured. Morgan, Prentiss, Reid are coming with me to apprehend the unsub. JJ, Rossi, you stay here to route any calls or information we might need." A silence settled over the team as they jumped into action. In a matter of minutes, they were in the cars, vests on. The house was 7 minutes away and the drive there was the worst. Everyone was on edge. Lyn had been with the team for 9 months and had developed strong relationships with each and every one of them. Spencer sat in the backseat, leg shaking. There was this indescribable feeling. It was fear, sorrow, guilt, anger all rolled into one. The idea of Lyn being hurt, or worse, ignited a physical pain. He didn't have chance to question it. His main focus was on the moments until the car stopped.

They kept formation as the team rushed through the property. Hotch signaled for Prentiss and Morgan to go to house and find the unsub. Reid ran around the side of the house, eyes scanning for any sign. His gun was in his hand but his main focus was on finding her. And find her he did. Agent Colesta was laying on the ground beside the house, unmoving. Dread surged through him. She wasn't moving. His fingers found his earpiece, connecting him to his team members. "Found her. We need EMS." He didn't wait for a response, kneeling down next to his colleague. "Agent Colesta." His attempts to call out to her were pointless, her head lulled to the side, her face pale. She had been shot. They had expected that but seeing it, was so much worse than Reid could ever have imagined. Her left shoulder was coated in blood, pooling onto the dirt beneath her. Even in the dark, the red was so prominent that it made him feel slightly sick. All his genius left him for a moment. Pressure on the wound. Reid told himself what to do. His hands found the gunshot wound, pressing down on it, hard. Based on the time of Garcia's call, she must have been bleeding out for around 11 minutes. Every statistic was running through his head. Chances are that she would be fine. The bullet hadn't gone through anything vital. Even if the statistics pointed to her being okay, Reid couldn't shake the horrid feeling settling into his chest.

Reid didn't know how long he had sat there, holding her shoulder. Time wasn't real in that moment. All he knew was the fear he had. A hand tapped him. "Reid. EMS are here." Morgan's voice managed to break through his trance. Looking over his shoulder, the doctor didn't release his hold. He didn't let go when the lights of the ambulance came into view. It took Morgan physically prying his friend away, to let EMS do their jobs. Reid stared down at his hands. Blood coated his palms, turning his skin sticky and making it feel tight. The germophobe in him was repulsed by the sight, the unhygienic conditions coating his hands. But the rest of him didn't care. The young doctor fought out of Morgans hold, following the paramedics as they wheeled Lyn away. The others watched on in a mixture of concern and disbelief as Reid rushed towards the ambulance. They had never seen him look so desperate. It was Hotch that stopped him, stood in front of him. "I can ride with her in the ambulance." His eyes didn't leave her unconscious figure. "No. I'll go with Agent Colesta. You clean up and meet us at the hospital with Morgan and Prentiss." Reid wanted to argue but the finality in his tone was glaringly obvious.

Doctors gave Agent Colesta the all clear, explaining her condition to Hotch. A mild concussion, a gunshot wound to the shoulder. The rest of the team was gathered in waiting room, scared for their friend and colleague. The unsub was in holding, ready to be processed and sent down for his crimes. Reid was bouncing his leg, his nervousness pouring out of him. They didn't need to be profilers to read him. If the situation wasn't so serious, they might've teased him. But it wasn't the right time for some lighthearted banter.

Hotch appeared, face as blank as ever. Everyone sat on the hard plastic chairs looked over at him expectantly. The amount of hospital visits the team had racked up together left them with a permanent anxiety whenever they were within a 2 mile radius of the wretched building. "She should be fine. Mild concussion and a gunshot wound to her left shoulder." A wave of relief washed over them. "Can we see her?" Emily asked the question that was on all of their minds. "Only one person at a time." With that, Hotch dismissed himself as his phone began to ring again. It was JJ who stood up first, walking down the hallway to find the right room. The beeping of machinery was the first sound to greet her. A white hospital room held a bed in the centre of the room. Agent Colesta lay beneath the white sheets, looking incredibly peaceful, copper hair tucked underneath her head. There was a chair pulled up to the side of the hospital bed. Wires emerged from beneath the blanket, connecting to a variety of machines. JJ took a seat, watching her friend breath and her heart beat on the monitor. Over the last 9 months every member of the team had developed a close bond with Lyn. One by one they entered the room, sat for a little while and swapped with the next person. JJ just hoped she would be fine and back on her feet in no time. Morgan cursed himself for not being there. Rossi started to plan a way to cheer her up while she recovered. Hotch could already see the fight he would have to have with her about taking time away from work to recover and it make him smile a little, only on the inside though. Emily was preparing all the jokes she could make when Lyn could hear them, already missing the friend who matched her sense of humor. Then it was Spencer's turn. He couldn't bring himself to look at her unconscious face. A small pool of guilt settled in the pit of his stomach. Logically, Spencer knew it wasn't his fault but he couldn't shake the thought that he should've been there, he should've got there quicker. He reach over slowly, taking her hand in his own. Her fingers were limp and cold to the touch. He had washed the blood from his hands ages ago but it was as if he could still feel it, tightening his skin. It was late in the night so Reid felt his eyes become heavy.

Hotch placed a hand on Reid's shoulder, waking him from his sleep. The doctor had fallen asleep with his head on the side of the hospital bed, his hands clasping Lyn's. Spencer shot up, a little startled. His eyes first flick to Agent Colesta before looking over to his boss. "Go back to the hotel Reid, get some sleep." The order didn't sit well with him. "I'm fine Hotch." That earnt him a pointed look. "Get some sleep. Come back in the morning, no earlier than 8." There was no space for argument. Reluctantly, Reid released her hand, standing up and exiting the room, sparing one final glance over his shoulder at his colleague. Hotch took a seat, deciding at least one of them should stay. Agent Colesta was a key part of the team and regularly raised spirits so it pained Hotch to see her so vulnerable and injured.

The lights to the house were off and it looked completely empty. I had a name in the file sat on the passenger seat of the SUV. He was a possible witness to one of the recent murders. Majority of the team was back at the precinct, working on the profile. I tried knocking on the front door anyway, just incase. Unsurprisingly, there was no answer. I moved my jacket to the side, grabbing my phone and dialing Garcia. As it rang, I walked around the side of the house. "Garcia. Can you confirm the address?" I held my phone to my ear, creeping around the side of the house in the dark. This lead seemed like a dead end. No one was here. My gun was heavy in my hand as it hung by my side. The address is correct Lyn. I just had to make sure. "Well, there's no one here Gar.." Pain erupted in my left shoulder. My hand dropped the phone, it smashing instantly. The ringing from the shot echoed in my ears. I could see the shooter running around the back of the house. I didn't even think about it before I was running after him, gun in hand and ignoring the pain and blood. The adrenaline coursing through me pushed me after him. I managed to shoot him in the left thigh, slowing him down slightly as he limped away. My body felt heavy as the world tilted. It was obvious that I was losing a significant amount of blood from my wound. My knee's buckled and I hit the floor, my gun lost from my grip. The ground was incredibly hard as my head hit the floor. I could feel myself bleeding out on the dirt. My team would be here soon. Garcia would have contacted them the second the call cut out. I wasn't that far from the police station. I just had to wait a little longer. The unsub was injured. They'd get him. I could feel unconsciousness threatening me. I knew that I needed to stay awake as I had probably gotten a concussion when I fell, but it was too much. My head lolled to the side and the last thing I heard was the screech of tires.

Everything hurt. There was a beeping to my right. A tightness across my chest. With all my energy, I pried my eyes open, grateful for the dim lights. The sterile smell of hospitals always unnerved me, it was too clean, too artificial. It always reminded me of all the trips I took to A&E as a child in need of stiches or x-rays. I looked around. My eyes caught on a figure sat in the chair beside me. Hotch was slouched a little, tie loosened ever so slightly. Considering the lack of light, it was safe to say it was quite late. I was a little surprised that Hotch had stayed. My weariness began to fade, my senses returning to me a little more. There was an aching in my left shoulder. No. Not an aching. There was a blinding pain radiating from my left shoulder. A small noise bubbled in the back of my throat. That captured Hotch's attention. His eyes found mine and he gave me the slightest smile. "I always knew I was your favourite." Even in my state I was absolutely hilarious. "Don't tell Garcia." Was SSA Aaron Hotchner making a joke? Oh my God. He was. I chuckled slightly as I shifted to try and get a little more comfortable. My movements only worsened the already excruciating pain. I scrunched my face in agony. Without saying a word, Hotch stood up and left the room, stopping a nurse in the hallway. I could remember every detail of what happened. The shot, running after the unsub, collapsing. There was a faint memory of a warm hand clutching mine but it was distant, as if it could have been a dream or hallucination.

After a few pain filled minutes, Hotch came back followed by a doctor and a nurse. There was a flurry of questions to rate my pain, how I was feeling, stuff like that. I tried my best to answer them but I was struggling to keep up. All I wanted was to go home, see my friends. I felt like a test subject as they poked and prodded me, shifting the top of the hospital gown to reveal a bloodied dressing wrapped across my shoulder and around my chest. There's a distant conversation about pain meds of some sort but it was all lost to me. I trusted Hotch to make all the decisions, seeing as he was listed as my next of kin since all my family was on a different continent. His serious expression remained as he spoke to the doctor, discussing the best course of treatment. In the end, the nurse hooked me up to another IV, pumping morphine through my veins. My head grew clouded, the drug dimming all my senses. I was pretty sure Hotch was asked to leave when the nurse changed my dressing. After that, I fell into a morphine fueled sleep.

It took them 2 days to discharge me. Even when they did, I was pumped full of pain meds. I was a little loopy the whole time. The team stopped by on their way to the jet, bringing my overnight bag with them. "I'm gonna have a cool scar now. Watch out Morgan, you've got some competition." Derek laughed as my really bad joke, probably out of pity but I was so out of it that I truly believed I was the next Peter Kay. Prentiss offered to help me get dressed before being released. I was so sick of the thin hospital gown that felt like shitty paper. Emily helped me with my t-shirt, sliding it over my injured shoulder. My left arm was in a sling to keep moving it to a minimum.

While I had been discharged from the hospital, I hadn't been cleared to fly just yet. Because of that, I wouldn't be going on the jet with everyone else. Originally, I was meant to be driving with Hotch. Our case had only taken us around 4 hours away from home so it wasn't too difficult to get me back home. However, all morning he had been taking calls and checking his watch. "You should go on the jet Hotch. Whatever that is, is more important." He seemed torn at my slightly slurred words. "You need to get back and you can't fly." He tried to reason but there was a nagging in the back of his mind. "I can drive." A new voice joined the conversation from the doorway of my hospital room. Reid stood there, a small bunch of flowers clasped in his hand. My heart melted just a little. "You don't have to Reid." Spencer wasn't the biggest fan of driving and everyone knew it. "I can do it Hotch, really."

And with that, I found myself in the passenger seat of an SUV with Reid behind the wheel. We set off about mid afternoon, driving for hours. The small bouquet of flowers sat on my lap. At the start of the journey I tried to make some conversation but the drugs just made it come out as incoherent ramblings. Spencer didn't seem bothered by it, responding to what he could, smiling at me when I made absolutely zero sense. The radio played quietly in the background as the sun set. I hummed along as I stared out the window. Every time I went for a long drive over here, I was always shocked that there were no roundabouts. Back home there was one every 2 seconds but here, they're non-existent. I tried to push the thoughts of home from my mind. I hated that the painkillers made me feel as if I had no control over my mind or body.

I hadn't been paying much attention. So I was a little surprised when the car slowed to a stop. We were parked in front of my apartment building. I turned to Spencer as he turned the engine off. "Thank you." My voice came out all high pitched and wobbly. His eyes were filled with concern. "What's wrong? Are you in pain?" The words fell from his lips in a hurried cascade. I shook my head as tears welled up in my eyes. He reached across and held my hand. It was a comforting, familiar feeling. "What's the matter then?" I knew I was being emotional because of the drugs but I couldn't stop it. "I miss home." The whisper released the tears and they rolled down my cheeks. "Do you want to go back to England?" There was this look on his face, that when paired with the tone of his voice, broken my heart a little more. My tears fell quicker, turning into small sobs. "No, I like it better over here." The words mixed with my sobbing made no sense. God, these pain meds were really screwing with me. There was a little bit of humor in Spencer's eyes but he tried to keep a serious expression, probably as not to upset me further. "Lets get you inside." He quickly got out of the car, grabbing my bag and opening my door. Like a gentleman, Reid led me towards my building as I tried to calm myself down. By the time we had reached my door, all tears had stopped. He retrieved my keys from my bag, opening my front door.

Spencer put my flowers in a vase, got me a glass of water and sat down on the sofa next to me. The meds were wearing off a little but I was still as high as a kite. "Thank you for driving me Reid." I dropped my head back against the cushion. "It was actually a lot of fun, I really enjoyed our conversations." I knew he was just humoring me but it meant a lot. "I like it a lot better here anyway." I gave him a toothy grin. "Really?" His smile made my heart flutter. Stupid crush. "Yeah, things are just better for me here." Our eyes remained locked as I spoke. He didn't say anything, as if he was waiting for me to continue, explain. "I never really had many friends back home. You guys welcomed me and made me feel like family, I've never had people be so nice to me before." His eyes turned a little sad. "And, there's no you back home." My words were slurred slightly but my new found confidence was as clear as day. Spencer's face grew shocked and his cheeks flushed ever so slightly. "I was so bummed when I thought you hated me because I really like you Spencer. You're probably one of my favourite Americans, after Garcia of course."

Spencer remained flustered the whole way home. Lyn's words echoed through his mind. The look in her eyes when she said those words. "I really like you Spencer." Like a friend. Like a good friend. Nothing more. Yet the mere thought that there was even a slight chance she felt the same way as he did made his heart beat erratically. Stupid crush.

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angieblogging · 1 year ago

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all of the silence.

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description; The BAU Team flies to a small town for a case, where Spencer Reid bumps into his ex-girlfriend Raelynn, who at first doesn’t want to talk with him, but the two make up, the adult way.

important; no smut, includes little aftercare, more description and plot to lead up to the end, second chance romance, NOT PROOF READ.

The new case brought the BAU Team to a small town - Rachdelle. The flight was quite long but good enough to discuss the details of the new case.

„So, we have two women that look alike, so the unsub has a type.” JJ spoke as her eyes scanned the files in front of her.

„So his first victim looked like that or they’re surrogates.” Emily added as she looked around the room briefly. „Okay, so JJ and Alvez go to the first crime scene, David and I will go to the latest and Tara, Spencer you guys can go to the precinct and talk to the victims families.”

The Team landed and they all went their own way. Spencer and Tara headed to the precinct where they were welcomed by the Sheriff. The two got settled in, now it was time to talk with the family members of each of the victims.

“We have a professional there right now, but I will pull her put, Raelynn is a local psychologist and she sometimes helps out when it comes to talking with the families.” The Sheriff explained as he guided Tara and Spencer, the three entered the room.

The room was small, it had a couch and two chairs in it, the first victims mother, Samantha, was seated on the couch and Raelynn next to her, she had dark brown hair and was of a small build, her head turned as the three walked into the room, her eyes settled on Spencer and his settled on her.

“Samantha these are… Dr. Spencer Reid and Dr. Tara Lewis, they’re with the FBI.” The Sheriff announced, the woman nodded at his words.

Raelynn’s eyes were still stuck on Spencer, it lasted for seconds, but felt like minutes or hours even, Tara glanced between the two and excused both the Sheriff and Raelynn from the room. When the interview was over Tara and Reid went to examine their results, which was pretty much nothing, the two women lived standard, peaceful lives.

“So, they were just two regular women, where could they meet the unsub? They didn’t have specific routines, so he couldn’t predict what they’ll do, even if he did stalk them.” Tara was thinking out loud, but when she was met with silence she looked over at Reid who was deep in him thoughts. “Reid?” He looked up at her.

“Um, I’m sorry, did you say something?” He shifted in the chair, he was doing his best to focus, but his mind was elsewhere, his judgment was clouded, simply because his mind was occupied by that one interaction. He felt his heart stop when he saw her face and she recognised him as well. His Rae…

Tara sat down next to him as she changed the topic.

“So, how do you know her?”

“What?”

“That psychologist… Raelynn.”

“Oh…” He paused for a brief moment. “We’re old friends… we lost touch when she went to college…”

Tara nodded. “If you want to talk with her, you can… we won’t do much here anyway, at least not until we have more clues.”

“No… It’s fine…”

The day passed quiet fast and the investigation wasn’t doing well, it was quite late and Reid was packing his things when he noticed her again, she stayed low the whole day, she was avoiding him, it was classical Rae, she hated confrontation, so she run from it, in this case it was running from Reid.

He took his bag and approached her, cutting off her way out of the building. Her brown eyes met his and she froze in her steps.

“Let me through, Reid.” She said softly, her voice was gentle, almost a whisper, but he heard her so well in an almost empty precinct, it was empty due to shift changes.

“No…” He shook his head, his eyes scanning her face carefully. “Why are you avoiding me?” His voice was firm, he didn’t plan on backing down.

“Because I don’t want to talk… I helped with the families, but that is it… I have to get home, let me through…” So he did, he moved to the side letting her walk and he walked behind her.

“So, where do you live now?” He asked a question, walking almost in sync with Rae.

“Like 15 minutes from here…” She sighed as she stood on the sidewalk and he stood with her.

“I’m waiting for a taxi, you don’t have to stand here with me.” She looked away, her face facing the street as the wind played with her brown waves. “Come on, Rae… Let me give you a ride… You’re cold, tired… I have to drive to the hotel, might as well drop you off on my way there.” She turned her face to him, her eyebrows frowned, she didn’t look happy, but he was right, a taxi was a long wait here, always.

So Reid dropped her off, his hotel was almost next to her home, so it worked perfectly. He unpacked his bags and took a shower, his mind still stuck on Raelynn, she didn’t talk much, they haven’t seen each other in years and she had nothing to say to him? He changed into sweats and a t-shirt, his hair was messy as he reread the case files, trying his best to make sure they didn’t miss anything. It was late, after midnight when it started to rain, it was pouring, so Reid was surprised when he heard a knock on his door, he was in bed by then, trying to force himself to fall asleep.

He opened the door, to see her small figure there, her hair was wet, so was her hoodie, she shook slightly as she breathed heavily.

“Hi…”

“Rae? You’re soaking wet…” He moved back from the door letting her in. “Come on…”

She took her hoodie off, her shift underneath was not as wet so she just stayed wearing that, she tied hair up in a low bun. Rae’s makeup was messy, her mascara was smudged probably from the rain.

“What are you doing here?” He rubbed his eye as he stared at the woman in shock. He put on the kettle to make tea and in the mean time he sat next to her on his bed. She didn’t know what to say, she just stared at him for a moment, taking in everything.

“I don’t know…I— I just…” She shrugged looking down.

The two sat in silence for a moment, before Reid went to make tea, when he came back she talked more.

“You still have it, huh?” She looked down at his neck, around it was a necklace she bought him, years ago. His fingers lightly brushed against the metal as he smiled lightly.

“You know… I never thought I’d see you again… I mean the world is pretty small, what are the chances, right?” She smiled lightly as she started to drink the hot tea.

“Rae… Why are you here?”

“What do you mean? I live here…”

“I mean my hotel room, not the town…”

“Right… I- Just needed a distraction… I thought you wanted to talk.”

“I do… I just… It’s been so long I’m not sure if we have what to talk about.”

“Oh… Okay…”

“I- I didn’t mean it like that… I just…”

“It’s fine.” She rolled her eyes as she got up from her seat. “I can just go… Good luck with the investigation.” She put down the half empty cup and walked out.

She didn’t go far as Reid went after her, the rain managed to soak her again, he grabbed her shoulder turning her around, his other hand landed on her waist as the two stared at each other.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that.” He whispered glancing at her lips, she glanced at his, in silence for a moment as she pulled him in for a kiss. The rain was still pouring as the two made out in the empty parking lot.

“Come back in…” Spencer whispered his face still close to hers as she breathed heavily.

Rae layed down in his hotel bed, sheets covering her body, her head rested on Reids chest as his fingers gently brushed through her hair and his other hand caressed her shoulder.

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xalicitie · 2 years ago

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Whispers — Spencer Reid (smut/fluff)

Scarlett is a young member of the BAU—contemplative, decisive and quietly cunning. Spencer Reid is a young agent as well, with a running mouth clogged with data and facts, and a clumsy charm. Over what starts as a little rumor, and a shameful dream, two agents realize there’s not as much keeping them from each other than it seems.

— This is an excerpt from a short story/fanfic I’ve been putting together for awhile. First of all: I’m alive! Yes, if anyone cares 🤩. I’m coming back with yet another fandom to write about, and it’s Criminal Minds. Tell me if u want part 2 of this (smut), or if I should release the first parts. Or maybe whatever else I should write abt😻

As soon as the marble tiles hit Spencer's feet, he knows something is up.

A moment of eye contact doesn't say anything near what it used to. Even just an hour ago, when their gazes would come together, Scarlett's warm eyes would fall curious, maybe lost. But when he's locked eyes with her, fifty feet away, her body sunken in the couch, he realizes something changed. By the way she isn't watching him, digging for answers yet quick to avert her gaze elsewhere, he can just tell. Someone said something.

It kills him. They're standing in the same room, but they're thoughts have roamed to a distance Spencer can't calculate anymore. He has no idea what's been told to her, to what degree she knows, what she thinks of him anymore?

More than anything, Spencer frankly just wants to talk to her again. He's come to the revelation, slowly, that this has come too far. It should've been their own thing, but by the heaviness of the eyes on him, he senses more people know than he'd ever warranted.

When they're waiting for hotel keys, Spencer watches the three women head upstairs to their own rooms. The team's rooms will be adjacent to each other, as they always are. Derek's on the couch, eyes shut with his headphones on, when Spencer decides he'll interrupt his leisure time.

"Derek."

Spencer comes over, shaking him to his wake.

Derek doesn't take it lightly. He jolts awake, even with as light as he was sleeping, and peers at Spencer through slitted eyes.

"What is it?" He asks, grumbling.

Spencer sits besides him, and Derek sees his panic. His hands are gesturing hastily before he can ever get a word out.

"Scarlett knows something. Did you tell someone, Derek?"

Spencer watches, wide-eyed.

He actually wasn't expecting that Derek had told anyone—he took it that maybe Emily had figured out. But, judging by the way Derek goes dead silent, still as a dead fly, he realizes he overestimated Derek's loud mouth.

"..You told Emily?!"

"Reid, I'm sorry, I-" He faces Spencer, flushed red in anger. "I'm sorry, kid."

"You had one thing to do!"

Rather boiling with hysteria and panic than anger, Spencer puts his hands to the sides of his face. He sinks into the seat beside Derek's.

Spencer's plunged in contemplation. He doesn't know exactly what she knows, but there's a chance Scarlett knows that Spencer had a sex dream of her. He, as involuntarily as he did, pictured her, bare and nude. She, his coworker. She, his best friend.

"Spencer, I shouldn't have done it."

Spencer holds his eyes back from rolling into their sockets. Of course he shouldn't have.

"She's probably disgusted."

Spencer sighs. Derek watches him, bummed to see Reid like this. Stressed and almost wretched.

"..Reid, I told you. She likes you for you, she understands."

"No, she thinks I'm a weirdo who pictured her naked—wait."

Spencer stops. Coming to a pensive pause, he faces Derek.

"Did Emily say anything about how she feels?"

Derek's brows come up, and he smirks a little, lips parting. "That's the part I didn't tell you."

Spencer comes up. His limbs animate and his brown eyes burnish, staring at Derek for an answer.

"Emily's convinced Scarlett has the exact same feelings for you."

Derek watches as Spencer comes to an amalgamation of hope and, at the same time, the exact doubt that's been plaguing him the whole day.

"Emily's convinced. But Scarlett didn't say so."

"Reid, you have to find out for yourself."

Pressing his lips, Spencer meets Derek's eyes.

"..Tonight?"

Silence permeates the space with them, and Derek wordlessly nods deliberately.

Despite everything, every instinct upraised and alert in wariness inside Spencer, he knows tonight can only work.

Yet, as soon as Spencer gets his keys, he's darting to his room and closing it shut, through the doorframe without a peek towards Scarlett's door.

He can do it another day, right? He couldn't physically bring himself to her door—there couldn't be a magnet on Earth that could pull him away from his hotel bed.

Spencer feels pathetic. But the idea of the look on her face, her soft features all ruined with disgust and judgement—he doesn't want to fathom it. He doesn't want to think, doesn't want to take any steps now. He's pacing the rug, biting his lips nervously when he quickly grabs his book from his bag. Hitting the mattress and burying his face into the words, a poor yet sufficient antidote for his raucous mind. For now.

Word after word, he forgets. Tonight, he reads slow. Sucking every word in and shielding himself from his embarrassment.

It feels like he can do this all night. He decides he’ll read, and read—move onto the next book if he has to—until he sleeps, without the worry of the decision plaguing him.

But someone has something else in mind.

Spencer had no idea how much time has passed when someone knocks on his door.

The cool, night air is ghosting, and Spencer's staring at his door.

It could be Morgan. He might be standing with a waiting expression before Spencer's door, waiting to drag him towards Scarlett's door.

Or it could be Scarlett herself.

Spencer keeps sitting on his bed dumbly, up until another knock comes.

He's tempted to stay rooted to his bed. He feels like he is. But he feels whoever's outside waiting, and with a volition he doesn't understand, he's standing. Walking over to the door, and after a few moments, he's turning the knob slowly.

Opening the door, Spencer finds his heart pounding when he sees Scarlett in front of him.

Brown hair caressing her shoulders, brown eyes staring up at him. She came over.

"Spencer."

She announces. Greets. Nothing can describe the air between them right now.

Spencer gazes down at her. She hasn't been this close since the coffee incident earlier the morning. It startles him, but having her near reminds him of the ease she used to bring him.

If it were under any other circumstances right now, he might just be able to be comfortable with her again.

He dismisses his thoughts, and decides to actually reply. ..After several moments, that is.

"Scarlett."

He barely utters out.

He can't read her. She looks like she's here for something, but it's taking her awhile to get to the point. Her gaze is wandering and quick—it almost seems she's .. about as nervous as he is?

"-Can I come in?"

Spencer's lips part ever so slightly—the smallest tell that he's relieved.

No repulsed retort, no glower. She wants to come in?

Spencer's mouth hangs open before he realizes how stupid he probably looks, shutting his lips and nodding.

Eyes hesitant, but warm, she smiles at him. Spencer watches wordlessly as her lithe body slips past him, into his hotel room.

He closes his door silently. He's staring at her back. Her hair looks weightless. He hasn't liked having to keep his eyes off of her—every chance that came around, he took to sneak a little glance. She's always been so effortlessly beautiful.

So why is she in his room? If she knows absolutely anything, why is she not hiding from him, at several doors' distance?

"You're reading Stephen King?"

She turns and Spencer gulps in his nerves, licking his lips and shuffling towards her.

"Um, yeah." He offers. "Garcia recommended the book."

Scarlett flips through the pages of The Shining. Her caramel eyes graze over the words lightly.

"It's good?"

Spencer's watching her, and his heart pounds when she meets his gaze.

"Y—Yeah." Spencer kneads a hand through his hair. "It's interesting. I tried reading it slower, to enjoy it more, but .. I only have maybe 40 pages left."

Scarlett nods silently, turning the pages and leaving the room wordless.

Spencer's eyes are furrowed. She comes into his room and takes it upon herself to read his book? While he could watch her fifty million times, eyes sucked in and file through her features that were so pleasant to the eyes—her softly pink lips, her alabaster skin—he can't. Cause he's about to bubble over with curiosity, the curiosity of why she ended up with him despite the odd circumstances.

"Scarlett-"

He gulps when her gaze comes to his. "Um. Don't take this wrong, I just want to know. ..Why are you here?"

Her lips sit in silence. Spencer's fidgety, yet he can't keep his eyes off hers. He's searching the burnished color of her eyes for answers. While she's prone to go silent like this sometimes, there is just so much more tension in her quietness.

She diverts her eyes somewhere near the floor, and comes forward a bit. Spencer can feel himself struggling to keep up with the pace of his breathing.

"I'm here for a reason." She starts. She's not meeting his eyes fully, but there's a shift in her tone that makes her sound candid. She approaches, and Spencer finds the silence alarmingly deafening.

Then she locks their eyes.

"Spencer..did you have a sex dream about me?"

SHIT.

Spencer's immediately red. He opens his mouth for words to come out, but it turns out there's a void between his lips.

He feels like killing Derek. As he stutters and spits and glances around, mumbles coming out jumbled from his tongue, curses are spilling in his mind.

Nothing coherent comes out of his mouth. He doesn't bare to see the look on her face—he's so caught up trying to make a response that somehow suits his needs, he doesn't recognize the apparent calm in her countenance.

"Spencer, look I'm not mad about it."

Then Spencer stops.

All his attention is on Scarlett. It's her turn to halt into silence.

Maybe he's wrapped up in a delusion. But she looks rosy, put in a daze, as he does, too. It's an odd moment—they're both flustered. Staring at each other, Spencer has the feeling they're both, individually, trying to put together whether they want the same thing.

He's not sure at all. But she's come close, and he's praying she rejects him, before the urge to end this burdensome situation by bringing their lips together ends up becoming too much to bear.

"Scarlett, tell me what you want."

Her gaze is suddenly glued on Spencer's.

He's staring at her with an unfeigned curiosity. He leaves room for the possibility that he's got this completely wrong. But what he said is completely candid—he wants exactly what she wants.

If Scarlett wants to rush out the door in disgust, she can and will. If she wants to forget about all of this, sure. If her eyes are telling the truth, and the crave lacing her pupils isn't a daydream, he'll give her everything she needs.

Without a word, Scarlett brings her body to his, nearing his head with a hand and ending it with a kiss.

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