#spencer reid x nonbinary reader

[0o-junebug-o0]

First Meeting

summary: You're having difficulty with some code so you stop by Penelope's house for help, unaware that she has a guest. Spencer takes one look at you and is immediately head over heels.

genre: fluff

cw: meet cute (is it a meet cute?) completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), season 1 spencer, university/college student reader, talk about research and coding, pov switch from reader to spencer

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: this is an actual error I had this summer when writing my spectra analysis code

You lean back in your chair with a sigh, scowling at the code you’re trying to write. You’re still relatively new to coding, the first time you ever took a class on it was just under two years ago, so this code has taken you significantly more time to write than it would have taken Penelope. But you’ve written it. You read through the code again and rerun it. Everything runs fine, the code should work, but it doesn’t. 

You rub your eyes and groan with frustration. You should be able to get a wavelength solution out of this. The professor you’re doing research with told you what you need to do to get the wavelength solution and then how to use it to find the redshift of the lensed galaxy and the foreground lensing galaxy, but nothing is lining up!

You’ve opened the data, plotted the variation in flux for each line in the image, fit a Gaussian to it to get the brightest point, and converted the pixel value of that point to vacuum wavelength, but none of the wavelengths you’re finding match up with what lines should be present in the spectra for this lamp type!

You briefly consider emailing your professor but decide against it. Even though he told you that asking him things wouldn’t bother him and that it’s his job, you don’t want to take up more of his time than you already have. 

You look around your apartment for anything that might help. Your eyes land on your keychain and the spare key Penelope gave you because she enjoys it when you stop by. You quickly shut your laptop, tucking it under your arm, grab your keys, slip on a pair of shoes, and make your way down the hall to Penelope’s apartment, not bothering to lock the door behind you. 

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Spencer sits awkwardly on one of Garcia’s kitchen stools, tapping his fingers on the Tardis mug she had filled with tea and given him. He’s not exactly sure why Garcia invited him over. She said she wanted to bond, but they’ve known each other for almost two years now, and Spencer considers her a good friend, so he doesn’t really know what bonding entails. So far, Garcia has just been bustling around her kitchen preparing snacks and drinks for their Doctor Who marathon.

The lock clicks and Spencer’s head whips toward the door just in time for it to burst open. Spencer freezes and stares at you in awe and confusion. 

“Penny!” you cry, your voice a mixture of a shout and a whine. 

Garcia calls your name with a surprised look. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“What?” you ask. Then you wave your hand flippantly. “Yeah I’m fine, I just need help with some code.” Your eyes land on Spencer and he can feel his heart rate increase. He really hopes his face isn’t as red as it feels. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had someone over,” you say. “I can, um, I can come back later.”

Spencer watches as your posture stiffens slightly and you start to fiddle with your keychain. 

Spencer opens his mouth to reassure you but Garcia beats him to it. “No, no, it’s fine,” she says. “I’ve been wanting you two to meet anyway.” You shoot Spencer a small, awkward smile and wave from across the room when Garcia shares your name. When she introduces him, your eyes widen and you look toward Garcia with an expression Spencer can’t decipher and mouth something to her that makes her laugh loudly. 

Spencer can feel himself flushing at your reaction and takes a sip of his tea to hide his face.

“Anyway!” Garcia says cheerfully. “Do you mind if I help them real quick?”

“Go ahead,” Spencer responds, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. It’s difficult with you there, though, all his thoughts suddenly seem much harder to grasp. Like your presence is forcing them aside. 

Your eyes seem to linger on him for a moment before you head over to the counter and set your laptop down. “Right,” you mutter, opening it and entering the password. Spencer listens intently as you describe to Garcia what your code should be doing and he can’t help but smile at the clear passion in your voice. It sends butterflies to his stomach. 

“What do you study?” Spencer blurts out. 

You close your mouth and cock your head at him for a moment. “I’m, uh, I’m studying astrophysics. Specifically strong gravitational lensing. I’ve already made preliminary models of the system and I’m just working on analyzing the spectra now.”

Spencer nods and leans over to look at your code. 

“Do you want to help Penny find the issue?” you ask. You sound a bit nervous and Spencer looks up and smiles what he hopes is a soothing smile.

“I would if I could. I really don’t know how to code, though.”

“Seriously?” you ask. Spencer cocks his head at the tone of surprise in your voice. “Sorry, it’s just that Penny has told me a lot about you and about how you’re a genius and have three PhDs, which is insanely impressive by the way, so I guess I’m just surprised you don’t know something.”

“There’s a lot I don’t know,” Spencer admits. “Coding and other technological things are some of it. I don’t know too much about astrophysics either.” That’s not exactly true but it isn’t a lie either. He’s read papers on several astrophysical topics but he’s never come across one on strong lensing before. But the truth of the statement is irrelevant, the only reason he said it was to find an excuse to spend more time with you.

You smile and Spencer’s stomach feels like it does a backflip. “I won’t be much help teaching you how to code, Penny would be better for that, but I can tell you about some astro stuff at some point.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Garcia teases and Spencer’s face burns. “Let’s focus.” You nod, clearly also a bit embarrassed, and turn back to your laptop.

“How about I go line by line and tell you what it should do and you let me know if something doesn’t do what I think it does,” you say. Garcia nods and both she and Spencer follow along as you point to and describe each line of code. You get to a printed image of the data file you’re analyzing before Garcia stops you.

“Can you open the file on your computer?” she asks.

You nod and open the file in a new application and move it so it’s side by side with the image in your code. “Wait,” you mutter, glancing back and forth between the two images. “Is that seriously the issue?” Spencer leans forward to get a closer look, the x-axes of the images are flipped. 

You throw your head back with a groan and change the rotation of the file in your code. “I swear, if this works,” you growl. The clear exasperation in your tone makes Spencer chuckle slightly. 

You rerun the code and compare several of the outputs to a list of wavelengths before groaning again and letting your head fall onto the counter. “I hate Python,” you grumble. “Why does it have to switch the axes!” 

Garcia laughs and pats you on the back. You raise your head off the counter and tap your forehead against her shoulder in a gesture Spencer assumes expresses gratitude. “Thanks, Penny,” you sigh. “You’re the best.”

“Of course I am!”

“Oh, and Spencer,” you say, turning to look at him. “We should get lunch sometime. I can tell you about astrophysics and you can tell me about all the crazy things you know.”

“I-I would love that,” Spencer stutters, unable to speak clearly with you looking into his eyes. He's hardly able to wrap his head around the fact that someone as beautiful as you would want to spend more time with him. Spencer's not sure whether you’re asking him on a date or just to go out as friends, but he doesn’t care either way as long as he gets to spend more time with you.

“Great!” you say happily. You stand and cross the room to quickly grab one of Garcia’s pens before returning. You hold the fluffy pink pen with a smile on your face and hold out your hand for his. “May I?” you ask. 

Spencer’s eyes widen and he nods, setting his hand in yours despite his usual aversion to touch. The contact makes his heart feel like it’s about to burst from his chest. You scrawl your number across the back of his hand before handing Spencer the pen and holding out your hand for him to do the same. He writes his number on your hand and watches in a sort of daze as you gather your computer and keys and wave goodbye before leaving.

Spencer jumps slightly as Garcia ruffles his hair. He looks over at her to see a knowing smile on her face. Spencer blushes and hides his face in his hands. “Shut up,” he grumbles, embarrassed.

“No way,” she laughs. “Derek’s going to have a field day with this. Boy genius has a crush!”

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[ssa-atlas-alvez]

So I've been struggling with gender identity and I was wondering if you could write a Male (demiboy?) Reader x Spencer or Derek (or both) coming out to the feds as Nonbinary? Like reader still wants to be seen as a guy, but at the same time also wants to be seen as gender nonconforming

(Maybe Reader feels euphoric when one of the police officers on their case who *dont* know about the coming out calls the reader "[name] is right, he- they are correct about this one thing" and it just makes Reader so so happy?)

Hiya! I hope you like this, it's been a hot minute since I've written a nonbinary character so I hope it's okay and I hope I articulated it well. Please reach out if I've said/written the wrong thing!

Warnings: talks of murder but like briefly

You had wanted to come out for a while, but weren’t exactly sure how. Obviously Spencer knew, you had kept him up to date with everything in regards to your identity. And he understood it, he was okay with it, he was as accepting as he physically possible. And when you told him you wanted to tell the team, he was extremely supportive, helping you brainstorm a variety of different ways to tell them. 

You decided to tell them that morning. Just as quickly as possible to get it over with. And so, half an hour later, you all sat in the briefing room for the morning meeting.

“Is there anything anyone would like to add?” Hotch asked, looking around. It was an informal meeting, usually more of a chance to drink coffee and try to wake up before starting work.

“Er, yeah.” You said.

“Of course.” 

“So it’s kind of not work related at all, but I’ve been wanting to tell you all for a while and figured no time like the present. But I’m Nonbinary. Like, I’m a guy but also I’m not?” You said. “So, like I don’t know how to explain other than I’m a guy but also not really.”

Hotch gives a small smile, “That’s alright. It’s difficult to put things into words,” He said, “But, we accept you and respect you no matter how you feel.”

You give him a smile. “Thank you sir.” You said, he gives a small nod.

“Oh, oh, pronouns!” Garcia exclaimed, “What are your pronouns? What are everyone’s pronouns?” She points her fluffy pen at everyone individually. 

“I’m he/him,” Spencer said, starting the circle, knowing you were probably a little nervous.

You took a small breath, “Er, He/They.” 

Everyone nodded.

“Sorry, just a quick question,” JJ said, “Do you have a preference for he or they? Or is it just either?”

“Either, there’s no preference for me, personally.” You give a small nod. Spencer reaches across, gently squeezing your knee.

JJ nodded, “Okay, thank you.” She gave a smile. “My pronouns are she/her.” 

When everyone had gone around with their pronouns and reassured you that none of them minded or thought less of you, the meeting ended and you all headed back to your desks. 

“I’m so proud of you.” Spencer whispered, kissing your cheek gently. 

The team adjusted to your pronouns seamlessly, making sure to use both he and they pronouns. Everything goes without a hitch. 

The next day you got a case, a local one. Multiple bodies with no distinct victimology. At least, that’s what you th

“I think the unsub’s a teenager.” You state, everything seemed to slot into place.

“I think (Y/N)’s right, I think he- they hit the nail on the head there,” The officer says, stumbling on your pronouns slightly, unsure as to which ones he should use (he figured using ‘they’ was a safe bet until he found out for sure - at least, that’s what his granddaughter had told him was the best option anyway). “It’s the most logical explanation.”

It takes all of your willpower not to beam.

[reveseke]

Imagine Reid just reminding you to do something as simple as to eat or drink water, and asks you if you've gotten enough sleep. Either you two have been talking about it in small talk, or Reid picked up on you neglecting your needs. Also reminding Reid to do the same when he forgets to take care of himself properly.

ND to ND communication.

[staygoldsquatchling02]

Bigotry Kills

Word count: 5443

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Trans Masculine Non-Binary Reader

Summary: While on a case in Tennessee, Spencer and Y/N accidentally reveal that Y/n is transgender to an unsub who has made it his mission to ride his small town of people he views as “disgusting rat” 

Warning: Criminal Minds typical violence, bigoted beliefs about trans people and the LGBTQ+, the use of Transvestite once (It hurt to wright that), Mentions of injury, mentions of reader wearing a chest binder, that's all i can think off let me know if there is anything else 

A/N: this is my first time writing in like 5 years so it's probably shit but I’ve wanted xreader fics like this for a while but could never find any, so I said fuck it and wrote it myself. This is also a submission for @the-guilty-writer​ ‘s Pride fic Challenge so I hope people enjoy it. Again, this was also written as a self-indulgent fic, so the reader is written as a Trans Masculine Non-binary afab person who uses They/Them pronouns. Also Just putting it out there I don’t hate Christians as a whole just the bigots who use religion to justify genocide. Anyways enjoy and let me know if you like it, I would like to get back into writing again so who knows there may be more to come.  MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

  The team had traveled to a small town in rural Tennessee that had seen a recent influx of homicide in the last two weeks. Four bodies had been found in different alleyways beaten and strangled, the only things connecting the murders was the cause of death and the fact that they were all disposed of by dumpsters as if the unsub saw them as trash. The local P.D. had called the B.A.U in order to find out why these victims and who is doing it.

   The team had made the long flight all on edge because after the initial briefing their resident genius had figured out the one thing connecting all four victims. They were all members of the LGBTQIA+ community and that fact did not sit well as the newest member of the team was also a member of the community.

   Y/N Y/L/N had joined the B.A.U roughly a year ago and they had become a very close member of the team. In half that year they had also grown very close with Dr. Spencer Reid and the both of them were exploring a relationship as they both shared an interest in Dr. Who and learning as much as they could about whatever they could. The nature of the case put both on edge, if it somehow became knowledge that Y/N was a trans masculine nonbinary individual and in a relationship with Spencer, it might make one or both of them a target of the unsub. Before they arrived at the local police station, Spencer and Y/N had agreed to try and keep their interactions professional when around anyone other than the team. 

   Upon arrival at the police station the team split up to go over everything they needed. Morgan and Prentiss went to the most recent crime scene, Hotch, JJ, and Y/N went to the police station to speak with the local P.D, and Spencer and Rossi went to talk with the families of the victims to find out anything they could about the victims. While in the small board room provided to them to work in, Y/N was making observations about the unsub and their habits.

  “It seems the unsub view those in the LGBTQ+ community as less than himself and as something that needs purged from the world.” Y/N said with an uncomfortable look on their face.

  “It’s highly likely that is the case, this is a small town in Tennessee, places like these aren’t known for their overly welcoming tendencies towards people they view as different from the rest.” JJ had responded back to them and confirmed what most of the team had been thinking. 

  As Y/N and JJ were finishing their conversation Rossi and Spencer returned from visiting the families. “The victims were all open about themselves so much so that they were ready to get out of this small town, the first two victims had jobs already lined up and apartments ready to move into within a week of when they were killed.” Rossi had shared upon entering the room.

   “So we know that the victims were ready to get out of the small town, the likely hood of the stressor that triggered these killings was likely a family member who was also part of the community left the unsub after being tired of getting treated poorly and finally made decided enough was enough and made the change.” Hotch deduced before leaving to call Garcia, to have her look for anything that would correspond with the beginning of the murders.

  After Hotch left the room Y/N leaned back in their chair to stretch as they have been wearing their chest binder for the past nine hours and stiffness was starting to set in around their rib cage. Being the ever attentive boyfriend that he is, Spencer noticed his significant other's discomfort and checked around the room to make sure it was only the team in the room as Morgan and Prentiss had both returned as well.

   After feeling confident there were no outsiders who would hear their conversation he walked over to Y/N and sat next to them. “Hey you’ve been wearing your binder since this morning, i can tell it is starting to bother you. I packed one of your baggie shirts and sports bras in my bag because you tend to forget you can't wear it longer than eight hours before feeling uncomfortable. You should really change. I don’t want you to cause yourself any unnecessary pain.” Spencer had said while handing them his satchel.

   “I’m fine, I promise. Plus wouldn't it be a major hint that I'm trans if I’ve spent the whole day flat chested and wearing a button upland then all of a sudden being in a baggie shirt with tits. I appreciate the concern but I don't know if it's the right idea, I’ll change as soon as we get back to the hotel I promise.” Y/N responded while placing Spencer’s bag on the ground.

 “Fine, but as soon as we get back to D.C you are taking a couple days without it, just to give you a break from it and let your chest relax.” Spencer responded out of concern for his partner’s health.

   What the young couple failed to notice was the young officer who walked by the cracked open door while they were deep in their own little conversation. Hearing that one of the FBI agents that was brought in to catch this serial killer in a small town is one of the disgusting people he was trying to remove from his community.

  Shortly after the conversation about Y/N’s binding choices, Hotch got back after speaking with Garcia. Apparently she was unable to find any families where a queer member had left the city around the time the murders started. So they were back to square one on what the trigger was. Without a trigger they were almost back to square one on the profile, all they know is that the unsub is a homophobic sociopath who was losing control and would likely be searching for their next victim. Even with a murderer on the loose, Hotch ordered the team to go to the hotel and rest for the night; they would need all the energy they could get for the coming days of hunting this bastard. 

  After the black SUVs pulled up to the hotel the team unloaded and headed inside. “Shit, I left my wallet in the car. I'll be up in a minute” Y/N said as the team entered the elevator of the hotel, Spencer made a move to follow them when they turned and insisted, they would be fine on their own. It was just a short walk to cars. 

 As Y/N reached the SUV and opened the door they felt a presence behind them. “Spence, I said I was-” They started as they turned around but were cut off by a blow to the side of their head knocking them unconscious and into the SUV. The unsub then closed the door to SUV and climbed into the driver's seat after taking the keys from Y/N’s pocket and drove away. 

  That night Spencer sat up waiting for about twenty minutes for Y/N to get back from getting their wallet before deciding something had to be wrong. He jumped out of the bed and headed towards the other rooms, he went door to door waking the whole team trying to see if any of them had seen Y/N. To no avail, none of them had seen them since they left the elevator. 

  The team immediately started calling their phone and heading outside to the SUVs, only to notice that one of the three SUVs was gone. With no answer on the phone and the missing SUV Spencer started to worry about their safety. While looking around the area for any sign of what had happened Morgan saw something that made the whole team’s stomachs drop.

  “Hey guys I got blood on the ground where the SUV was parked.” Morgan shouted and this did nothing for Spencer’s anxiety. Hearing all of this, Hotch ordered Reid, Prentiss, and JJ to head to the police station to go over what information they have and try to figure anything else out that they could. While they did that, he, Rossi, and Morgan stayed at the hotel to try and find any other clues that they may have missed.

   Meanwhile in Y/N was waking up tied to a chair in a room that was cold and dark almost like a basement. Their head felt groggy and almost like they had just spent the night drinking straight vodka. They looked around as best as they could in the dark and from what they could tell they were most likely in a basement. As they were trying to figure out any details they could about their location, a light appeared at the top of the stairs presumably from the unsub opening the door.

  Y/N sat in silence as the unsub slowly made his way down the stairs, with the only light coming from behind the man the only thing they were able to make out was the fact that the unsub was taller and muscular indicating that it was most likely a man. The man got closer and realized that they were awake;

  “Welcome back to the land of the living, you abomination.” he greeted with a sneer. “ I bet you are wondering how I figured you out so quickly, and to put it simply, next time your boyfriend wants to discuss something that is meant to be private information he should probably close a door first.”

 A look of realization flashed across their face when they figured out that the unsub had to be someone close to the investigation or at least an officer that was in the building when Reid was trying to get them to change out of their binder.

  “You seem shocked, is it really that far of a stretch for the killer to be part of the police department, and wasn't it also you who said that the unsub would try to insert themselves into the investigation.” the unsub responded to the unasked question present on Y/N’s face.

  “ Well now I know you work for the police but that doesn't tell me who you are or why you are doing this, if you are planning to kill me might as well tell me your whole plan while you are at it.” they responded trying to get any information they could out of this man. They knew that no matter what their team wouldn't let this man get away with taking them. Their team would do everything in their power to save them.

  “You seem so sure that I’m just going to kill you like the others, oh no no, I have plans for you. How could I say that I’m making this world a better place by removing you pests if I didn't make an example of the rat who somehow made it into law enforcement with the FBI. I bet you did it just to try and get away with grooming people into believing that what you are is normal. How disgusting to think the FBI would let such gross creatures into their ranks, once I make an example out of you, I might go after that doctor you call a boyfriend.” The unsub ranted not answering Y/N’s questions directly but still revealing part of his plans.

  The fear started to set in for Y/N as they realized that they were going to be getting the worst of this man's torture so far out of all of his victims, but they also began to fear for Spencer because once his crazed lunatic grows tired of them, he’s going after the one thing Y/N cares about more than their own life. They have to truly hope that the team finds them before this man grows tired of them.

  “Now enough with the chit chat,” the unsub turned towards a table that Y/N hadn’t seen at first and grabbed a tripod and camera while opening a laptop. “Get ready for that sweet boyfriend of yours to hear what it sounds like when a knife carves through your flesh.”

  As the man set up the camera all Y/N could think about was hoping that Spencer would never have to do this and the team would be barging into thai basement before he finished turning on the camera. But sadly luck was not on their side.

  Meanwhile back at the police station Spencer was freaking out, all he could think about was how it was his fault for bringing up Y/N’s binder without closing the door to the office they were sitting in. He kept pacing the office space trying to remember any face that appeared in the doorway during their conversation that could possibly be the unsub but came up blank. JJ was trying to calm him down while Emily was on the phone with Penelope trying to find any other connection between the victims.

  “Spence this isn't your fault, any of us could have said something that let the unsub know. All you can do now is help us figure out where the unsub took Y/N.” JJ said, trying to get Spencer to sit down and think rationally.

   “JJ, how on earth am I supposed to calm down, an hour before they were taken I was blabbing my mouth at them because they needed to take off their binder so they didn't hurt themself, and then I didn't go with them to get their wallet and left them alone at night in a town where people just like them are being kidnapped and murdered, only for them to be KIDNAPPED. How am I supposed to be calm when the love of my life is probably experiencing the worst possible pain at this very moment?” Spencer went off at JJ. He wasn’t trying to be rude, he's just so upset with himself that he can’t think properly at the moment. 

  JJ was slightly shocked by his outburst because in the six months that Y/N and Spencer have been seeing each other, never has she heard either of them say the L word. It was a huge thing and changed the feeling in the room in an instant. Because now they weren’t just looking for their friend and coworker, they were looking for someone who held Spencer’s heart in their hands.

 “Hey guys Garcia might have found a connection between the victims other than the obvious.” Emily said entering the office space unaware of the declaration of love from the genius pacing the room. “Go ahead, you're on speaker.”

  “Ok, so I’ve done some digging and found that about a week before the abductions each of the victims had made a post to various social media platforms talking about how they’ve been the victims of hate crimes in the area. Each described that slurs and obscene images were posted on their front doors along with threats of violence if they didn’t leave town. They also mentioned that when they went to the police about it, they were brushed off and told not to worry about it.” Penelope explained over the phone.

  “So the unsub had made contact with each of the victims before taking them and the Police didn’t make the connection or just didn't bother to include the fact that each of them had received threats before they were killed.” JJ said taking in the fact that this small town police department has done these poor people a horrible injustice by not taking threats seriously.

 “If the unsub was taking the time to threaten the victims before taking them, why did he just take Y/N. doesn't that go against his ritual?” Emily asked confused as to why the unsub would suddenly stop doing something that seemed important to his M.O.

  “Because he knew he wouldn’t be able to get close enough to Y/N in order to do that, He knew that if he wanted to take them, he would have to act fast.” Hotch said as he, Rossi, and Morgan rejoined the group at the station.

  “Ummm Guys you need to see this.” Penelope said as a video feed started on her computer at Quantico.

  “ What is it, Garcia?” Rossi asked as the technical analyst sounded almost scared by what she was seeing.

  “It’s a live video, of Y/N, I'm not sure where it’s coming from as its being routed through hundreds of servers so it hard to track but it is for sure Y/N” She said as started connecting to the laptop set up in the Office where the team was currently seated.

  As the video feed popped up on the screen one this was clear, Y/N was tied to a chair in what looked like a basement. The team could tell that Y/N was looking at something or someone just out of line of sight of the camera with a hint of fear in their eyes. After a few seconds of just Y/N in the line of the camera a man walked into frame wearing a dark hoodie and with the hood up covering his face.

  “Hello FBI, as you already know I have in my possession the filthy transvestite that managed to infiltrate your ranks, let this be a message to all those homosexuals who wish to justify their disgusting behavior, that justice will always find them. Without further ado enjoy the show, well except you Dr. Reid I suspect that this will be particularly painful for you to watch.” The man stated and then turned towards the fear-stricken Y/N and held up a large knife to their chest.

 The team watched as the unsub dragged the knife over Y/N’s chest and down their torso cutting open their shirt and binder revealing their chest beneath both layers of clothing. After cutting through the only thing protecting Y/N’s dignity and skin the unsub started making shallow cuts across their skin. Y/N did their best to keep their whimpers and whines of pain to a minimum, trying to spare their team the trauma of hearing their friend be hurt by this monster.

  When the man realized what they were doing he took the knife away and turned to the table having thought of a better way to draw out cries of pain from his current victim. He reached for a different knife, this one being shorter in length than the first but having a serrated edge like a knife one would use to cut bread. Taking the new knife in his hand he turned back to Y/N and plunged the knife directly into their shoulder, drawing out the most nerve racking scream the team had heard in a long while.

  Having watched enough of his love being tortured even though he knew the worst was yet to come, Spencer reached between the team who were all watching with their breath held and slammed the laptop closed and left the room. Shocked by the sudden outburst the team as a whole jumped and looked after the upset doctor as he left the room.

  “Garcia, Keep trying to locate where the feed is coming from. Morgan go talk to him, we need his head clear to find this guy.” Hotch ordered while the rest of them reeled from what they had just seen happen to one of their friends. 

  Back with Y/N after Spencer had slammed the laptop shut, the Unsub had proceeded to stab them again, this time in the leg. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was from blood loss or just pain in general but black spots started to fill their vision. As they started to pass out the unsub set his knife back down on the table and turned once again to the camera to address the audience on the other side unaware that the one he wanted to cause the most pain was no longer watching,

  “Looks like you're having trouble staying awake at the moment, I suppose I can give you a small break. I doubt your team is close to finding me, so enjoy this brief intermission” The unsub stated and then walked off camera, up the stairs and slammed and locked the basement door.

  “Hold on just a little longer Y/N” Penelope to herself in her office, knowing they couldn’t hear her but still hoping that they knew the team would not give up until they found them.

  At the police station Morgan had managed to get Spencer to calm down, if only slightly, so he could help finalize the profile. They both knew that the best way to save Y/N is if Spencer is focused on finding the Unsub and not just on saving them. 

 With the whole team back in the office with the door shut, JJ made an observation that would significantly shrink the suspect pool. “I Just remembered that last night around the time you and Y/N were talking the only people who were in the station were us, a couple beat cops and a couple detectives. So, the unsub has to work in the station.” She pointed out to Spencer and the rest of the team.

  “That would make sense with the fact that the victims had tried to make police reports about the threats they received and were told to ignore them. If the unsub happened to be the one taking the report, he wouldn’t want people to be looking into it so he would brush them off.” Emily said.

   “So, we keep this between us, I’ll have Garcia look into what officers were here before we left for the night and compare it to who the victims spoke to when they tried to report the threats.” Morgan stated while calling Garcia.

  “Hey Baby Girl, I need you to compare what officers were at the station last night to what officers were at the station when each of the victims tried to make reports.” Morgan asked Penelope over the phone with a sense of urgency.

  “I have two officers who were there at the same time as all the victims but only an officer Randy McNally was also there last night, doing a little digging, Randy McNally is a conservative Christian man who openly detests the LGBTQ+ community. To top it of three weeks ago his wife left him after coming out as bisexual and since then he has made numerous posts about how the people of the LGBTQ+ community are vermin who need to be eradicated.” Penelope said with a grimace.

  “Sounds like we found our guy, Garcia send the address.” Hotch ordered as the rest of the team prepared for apprehending this psychopath.

  “Already sent. Guys please hurry, Y/N doesn’t look too good.”  She responded before hanging up the phone for the team to do their job.

  As the team was loading up in the SUVs Hotch called Spencer over to him, “I want you to stay in the car when we get there, I don’t need you being reckless. The rest of us will go in and get them, you will wait outside with the paramedics and go with them to the hospital. Understood?”

  “How am i supposed to sit back while you guys go in there, I need Y/N to know that I came for them. I can’t sit around and wait.” Spencer responded antsy about saving his partner.

  “You do not have a clear enough head to be going in there. I want to save them just as much as you but we need the people going in to be able to arrest McNally so he can face justice for what he has done. I can't risk you seeing the state Y/N is in and just shooting him on the spot.” Hotch responded as they pulled up to the house, they knew their friend was in. Spencer just let out an exasperated sigh but agreed with Hotch, although he did get out of the car to wait by the ambulance for them to bring out his love.

  Upon entering the house, the team was faced with a shocked Randy McNally who froze in place as the B.A.U and swat team moved in. It was obvious he wasn’t expecting to be caught so soon as he was still wearing the blood covered hoodie he was wearing while torturing Y/N. Hotch moved forward and handcuffed McNally.

  While Hotch and Rossi moved Randy out of the house; JJ and Emily moved towards the upper floors to make sure no one else was in the house. Morgan made his way to the basement door intending to find his friend and bring them back to relieve the stress of one of his closest friends. As he descended the stairs into the basement, he could see them hunched over tied to the chair, seeing them he put his gun down and moved quickly to untie them, while speaking into his comms. 

  “I found Y/N, they’re alive but they’ve lost a lot of blood, I need the paramedics to meet me at the door to the basement.” He said in only slight relief. On the other end of the comms Spencer let out a sigh of relief if only for a second, they had made it in time Y/N was alive. But as quickly as the relief came it was gone with the other part of Morgan’s message, they had lost a significant amount of blood, they needed to get to a hospital asap. With the realization he told the paramedics to go meet with Morgan so they could help save the love of his life.

  As the paramedics and the rest of the team emerged from the house Spencer was quick to meet with the paramedic to see with his own eyes that Y/N was in fact breathing. Their chest was moving slowly as they were being pushed to the ambulance, but it was enough for Spencer to have at least a small glimmer of hope that everything would be fine. Once they had Y/N loaded up in the ambulance Spencer hopped in with them after sending a nod at the rest of the team confirming they will see each other at the hospital, and he will keep them updated on Y/N’s condition.

  Roughly three hours later the team was sitting in the waiting room, hoping the doctor would be out soon to tell them that everything is okay, and that Y/N will make a full recovery. Emily and JJ were on the phone with Penelope keeping her updated, Morgan was trying to distract Spencer from the intrusive thoughts clouding his mind, and Hotch and Rossi were both just sitting quietly when the doctor finally came to speak with them.

  “I’m guessing you are the ones here for Ms. Y/L/N?” the doctor said not registering the mistake in pronouns but continuing with speaking to the group. “The surgery went well; we were able to repair the damaged tissue in her shoulder. She should be awake shortly, so you are free to go in and visit her.” He said and started to turn away after giving them Y/N’s room number.

  Spencer was about to correct the doctor on his lack of respect for pronouns when Morgan put his hand on the younger man's shoulder. “Kid let it go, you know where we are, they don’t care about that stuff, you can be upset about it but what's most important right now is you being there for Y/N when they wake up.”  He said knowing exactly what the young doctor was going to say but pushed him in the direction of something more important than an ignorant doctor. 

  With that Spencer made his way to the room where his significant other was sleeping after going through what was probably 24 hours of hell. He noted that they looked peaceful and sat down in the chair by the bed while holding their hand. It was probably only five minutes later that they started to open their eyes squinting at the harsh lights of the hospital.

 Once they adjusted to the light, they noticed a weight on their left hand and turned to look at who was sitting there. Upon seeing Spencer, a gentle smile spread across their face, "I knew you would find me.”

  “Of course, I could never leave you like that. But how are you feeling? The doctor said you lost quite a bit of blood, but you should be good to fly home in two days.” Spencer responded to them with a gentle smile of his own.

  “I’m ok, just a little groggy but that's probably thanks to the pain meds. Though I can’t wait to get back home and cuddle with my favorite brainiac.” They said with a slight giggle in their tone.

  “God, I'm so glad you’re okay, I was so scared of losing you and when he stabbed you, I thought I was going to lose you. Never do anything like that again. If you forget something in the car let me, go with you. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you, I just love you so much.” Spencer rambled not noticing that he said the L word to them in his attempt to get his point across. He didn’t notice until he saw the look on Y/N’s face when he turned towards them.

  “Do you really mean that?” they asked still in shock that this beautiful genius just said he loved them.

  “Well… I– Yes, I do, I really do mean that. You can even ask the team I almost lost my mind when I found out you had been taken. But if you don’t feel the same that's ok. We can just forget I said anything. It’s not a big deal.” Spencer kept rambling thinking he said something wrong by admitting his feelings.

 He was halted by Y/N’s response “Good because I love you too. I don’t want to forget about this. The only thing that kept me alive was knowing that I had you waiting for me.”

  Spencer was about to respond when a knock sounded from the door as the rest of the team entered. There was an obvious look on everyone’s faces that they knew they might have interrupted something, but they ignored it in favor of greeting their friend who was now sitting up in the hospital bed with a smile on their face. 

  The team sat and spoke with Y/N for about an hour filling them in on how they arrested McNally, and how they figured out it was him. There were also a few playful jabs at Spencer for how desperate he was to save them, mostly from Derek. Towards the end of the conversation, they had called Penelope on video chat so she could wish Y/N well, before the team bid farewell for the night to leave the two love birds alone.

 “It's getting late, we should really be headed back to the hotel, you guys rest, don't spend the night talking. And again, I’m glad you're ok Y/N” Hotch said as he motioned for the team minus Reid to leave the room. 

  “Yeah, go easy on them pretty boy, don’t want them popping their stitches.” Morgan snickered as he left the room seeing how the pair turned red in embarrassment.

  “Good night, guys, Thanks again for saving me.” Y/N responded by trying to ignore Morgan's comment.

  With that the team was finally out of their hair for the night. Y/N reached over and squeezed Spencer’s hand, “thanks again for finding me. And I really do love you Spence.”

  “I love you too Y/N, now get some rest I’ll be here when you wake up.” Spencer responded with a smile on his face, still glad he didn’t lose the best thing in his life. He knew that he would be able to sleep soundly tonight even if it was on a shitty hospital chair. “Good night, Love.”

  “Night Spence.” With that they both fell into a peaceful sleep, knowing they would still have each other when they woke up.

A/N: anyone who gets my reference with the unsubs name you get a figurative cookie. cross posted on wattpad

[spicybonelesschickenfeet]

Heartbeat 1/3

Summary; you had know Aaron hotchner since university, and ever since the first day of knowing him you had the biggest, fattest, most overwhelming crush on the guy. But for some reason he never knew, or even noticed. You had eventually learned to push the feelings away trying to figure out your own problems, focusing on yourself. Then, years later when you joined the bau after getting transferred... Things seemed to go downhill after reuniting with Aaron. But there's a bit of a romance twinkling between you and one of your new coworkers.

Aaron hotchner x nb!reader (past romance)

Spencer Reid x nb!reader (SLIGHT romance)

bau x nb!reader (platonic)

WARNINGS; you do ALMOST die at the end :P it's angst. There's canon levels of violence but may or may not be a little more violent, there's mention of unrequited love, you don't kill yourself but the unsub almost kills you , this also may Incudes a few adult rated scenes and language.

(Now a psa, the reader aka you in this story is a bit fem presenting and gets along better with the gorls. There's mentions of typically "girl" related things like makeup n stuff. Just a psa)

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You had been transferred from the DEA of Virginia to the BAU of Virginia. Your old unit cheif thought you had a lot more potential in profiling than you did with taking down drug cartels, which you appreciated to the point you brought your unit cheif a parting gift. (Even if she tried to talk you out of it.) So now you're standing in the building, walking to the offices. You had absolutely no clue if they knew you were coming today, or if your late. You haven't a clue about anything.

So you spoke to the first friendly face you saw, it was an energetic woman in full pastels and a matching pair of glasses.

"Hey, do you know where The unit cheif might be? I'm the new transfer and I just have a few questions.." you ask and the womans eyes lit up.

"Oh my goodness! you must be (F/Name) (L/name)!! Oh from what they described I thought you'd be scary but your adorable- sorry, my naeid Penelope Garcia, in the resident technical analyst, it's niceto meet you, and hotch won't be here for anothr thirty minutes" she spoke quickly, you smiled at her warm welcome. "Don't apologize for talking, it's nice to meet you Penelope.. what do you do as a technical analyst?" You asked, curious as you weren't ever the brightest on this part of the FBI. Penelope seems to brighten up and the two of you talk for the next thirty minutes.

When the two of you stop talking it wasn't on your own terms, but rather a guy with glasses and a mess of brown hair walked up.

"Hey Gracia? Do you know where Gideon is?" He asked as you looked at him little too intensely. Which clearly caught his attention. "I'm afraid I dont know- oh! Reid this is our new coworker!" Penelope smiled and you stook your hand out. "my name's

(F/Name) (L/Name), it's nice to meet you" you spoke shakily. He seemed to notice your nervousness and smiled shaking your hand. "Spencer Reid, its nice to meet you as well, where were you transferred from?"

"The DEA, I used to work with drug cartels and stuff... My old unit cheif thought I'd do better here than there." You explained, you clearly seemed upset about being transferred but not opposed to it. Before Spencer or Penelope could speak Aaron hotchner walked into the room. And your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.

The two of you stood there like deer's in the headlights. Both remembering the argument that ended the friendship you both had.

"Your the new transfer? (L/Name)?" He asked and you simply nodded. "Yes, I'm the new transfer from the DEA." You respond swiftly. Unaware of the confusion your two friendly coworkers had.

"Well then. Welcome to the bau, come to my office I do have to speak with you on a few things." He said with an odd look, a look you knew all to well as his discomfort. It was such a rare expression that not one of his coworkers could pinpoint his emotions in those few moments.

You gave a nod before bidding a temporary farewell to Penelope and Spencer.

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You were now sitting in Aaron hotchner's office quietly as he sat there at a loss for words. It felt like forever, which was only about two minutes s you spoke up.

"Soo... How have you been?" You say cringing slightly and he looks up from his desk with a squinting look of 'what the fuck?'. "fine, I am fine. Look, did you get transferred here to mess with me? If so that's very unprofessional-"

You interrupted him. "no, I did not get transferred to the bau to mess with you or bring up the past. My cheif at the DEA thought I had more potential in profiling. She also saw that my coworkers generally made me uncomfortable. So no I didn't get transferred here for that. Also I had no idea that YOU'RE the unit cheif. However I enjoyed taking down drug cartel and trafficking. And I feel I really excelled at my job." You spoke with a confidence that puzzled Hotch. He hadn't ever seen you so confident in yourself, but then again he hadn't spoken to you in going on seven years. Not after that night.

"I see, well from what your old cheif sent, I can see your very good at your job, better than your other coworkers. I'm sure you'll fit right in with h rest of the bau... It's nice to see you again (L/Name)" he looked to the thick file he had received from your old cheif.

"Thank you, It's nice to see you again as well Hotch" you smiled slightly.

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When you got back out to the main office you met the others, Morgan, Gideon, Reid (again), Garcia ( yet again), JJ, Elle, and you had already talked to Hotch.

JJ and elle seemed very excited to meet you, being excited to have someone join the bau who wasn't a guy nor a girl. You were the middle ground, so naturally they seemed to have many questions for you.

"So you just dress however you feel that day?" Elle asked and you nodded. "mhm! Like today I was feeling a little more on the masculine side so I wore this!" Your outfit did look masculine, and you pulled it off very well.

"Thats really cool" JJ smiled and you thanked her.

Then you felt a pat on your shoulder, turning you aw your old unit cheif. You let out a small gasp before you hugged the woman who chuckled lightly and hugged you back.

"I just wanted to bring you your coffee cup, I know how much you love it." She smiled handing you to yellow snoopy themed coffee cup. Which you smiled happily at. "thank you Gomez- Naomi.. thank you Naomi" you corrected yourself. You remembered that before you left your cheif had told you th next time she saw you to just call her Naomi. The gray haired woman just smiled and ruffled your hair. "it's nothing if I get to see my favorite kid" she teased and you gave a look of betrayal. "Miss Ma'am. I am only three years younger than you! But thank you for bringing me my mug..." You say a little saddened, it reminded you a lot of the DEA, it was nice being there and fun at times even if the team there didn't particularly see you as apart of their little family there. Even if Naomi made sure you were always included and was your only real friend there.

"Alright, well I've got to go, I'm taking Gabriella to the doctors. You should stop by sometime kid. Your always welcome in the Gomez household." She smiled giving you a tight hug before she headed off.

"Well that was something" Elle said and your face tured beet red. "oh my god- I'm sorry I- she's my old unit cheif.." you stammered, Elle just gave a small laugh and "it's fine (L/Name), I understand you were probably close. Especially since she invited you to her home. You guys must've super close" Elle smiled and you nodded.

"Yeah, we are."

-end of chapter one-

This chapter is pretty short, also I didn't edit this like at all sorry-

[reidmarieprentiss]

Car Wash

Summary: Derek drives Spencer through a carwash fundraiser.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: flirty fluff

Warnings/Includes: sorority, swimsuits, washing cars in swimsuits, suggestive content (16+)

Word count: 1.1k

a/n: i think Spencer would feel so uncomfortable seeing a bunch of people in swimsuits washing his car lolol

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The rhythmic thud of the highway under the tires accompanied the quiet hum of the car's engine as Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid made their way back from a particularly intense death row interview. The two FBI agents, having spent the past few hours delving into the mind of a convicted criminal, were both relieved to be heading home, though their minds lingered on the case's haunting details.

"Man, that was intense," Derek finally broke the silence, his hands firmly on the steering wheel as he navigated through the bustling city traffic. "I'm glad that's over."

Spencer nodded, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. "Yeah, I don't think I'll ever get used to that kind of interview."

Derek chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "You'd think after all these years we'd have a thicker skin. But nope."

As they turned a corner, Derek noticed a sign up ahead, its bright colors catching his attention. "Hey, check that out," he said, nodding toward the sign.

“Oh, looks like we stumbled upon a fundraiser,” Derek remarked with a grin. “You’re in luck, genius. Maybe a little car wash will wash away some of that prison grime from our heads.”

Spencer’s eyes widened as they neared the scene. The sorority members were decked out in swimsuits and tank tops, holding colorful sponges and buckets of soapy water. They moved gracefully between the cars, laughing and chatting with the drivers, their enthusiasm infectious.

As Derek drove them into line, Spencer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze darting from one vibrant swimsuit to the next. The vibrant scene seemed to overwhelm him. His fingers tapped nervously on his knee, and Derek couldn’t help but chuckle at his friend's obvious discomfort.

“Relax, pretty boy. It’s just a bunch of college kids raising money for a good cause. Nothing to be nervous about,” Derek teased, patting Spencer on the shoulder.

“Uh, yeah, I know,” Spencer mumbled, trying to focus on anything but the exuberant display of youthful energy around them. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, suddenly feeling out of place.

A cheerful, beautiful young woman approached the car, her hair and body glistening with droplets of water, and a welcoming smile on her face.

You leaned over, hands on the window frame, and peered inside. “Hey there! Thanks for stopping by! This is for the academic sorority – we’re fundraising for educational resources. Would you like a wash?”

Derek nodded, his smile brightening. “Absolutely. Do you have a special academic rate for FBI agents?”

You laughed, a sound like tinkling bells. “Sorry, no special rates, but we promise the best car wash you’ll ever experience. Just pull forward, and we’ll take care of you.”

Spencer gave a nervous smile, unsure of where to look. The energy of the place was intoxicating, yet he felt like an outsider, his usual calm replaced with a peculiar kind of tension.

As Derek pulled the car into the washing zone, the girls and nonbinary members surrounded them, sponges in hand, and began their sudsy assault. The group worked with practiced efficiency, their movements fluid and rhythmic, creating an almost choreographed display of teamwork.

“Reid, you’re missing the show,” Derek said, nudging him playfully. “Lighten up a little. It’s just soap and water.”

Spencer tried to maintain his composure, but it was nearly impossible with the enticing spectacle unfolding outside the window. “I know, I know,” Spencer replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He watched through the window as a particularly enthusiastic member wielded a hose, sending a cascade of water over the windshield. “It’s just…a lot to take in.”

Derek chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You mean the half-naked people covered in soapy water rubbing their bodies on the car?”

“Yeah,” Spencer cleared his throat, his eyes flicking to the scene outside once again. “That.”

His gaze unintentionally kept finding you, drawn in by the way your swimsuit fit you so perfectly, and the way the bubbles seemed to cling to your skin, accentuating your every curve. The sun was relentless in its teasing, casting golden rays that danced across your shimmering body, emphasizing the soap suds glistening against your skin. Spencer's cheeks flushed with warmth, a result of both the sun and his own embarrassment.

You noticed Spencer’s stare, your lips curving into a playful smirk as you met his gaze. With a teasing wink, you took the sponge in your hand, wringing out the water so it cascaded down your chest, sending rivulets of soapy water running down your body in a mesmerizing display.

Spencer felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs. He shifted in his seat, trying to find a position that would hide the obvious problem in his slacks. His mind raced, heart pounding in his chest.

“You’re that uncomfortable, pretty boy?” Derek teased, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Shut up, Morgan,” Spencer mumbled, his face burning as he tried to look anywhere but in your direction.

Derek laughed heartily, shaking his head. “I think she’s got her eye on you, man.”

As the car wash ended, and Spencer’s discomfort reached its peak, Derek rolled down the window to pay. But instead of approaching Derek’s side, you walked confidently to Spencer’s window, tapping on the glass.

Spencer rolled down the window, eyeing you with curiosity and suspicion. “Um, hi,” he stammered.

“Hey,” you greeted him, your smile dazzling. “Do you have a pen?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer fumbled in his satchel, retrieving a pen and handing it to you. His fingers brushed against your wet skin, and he felt a shiver run up his spine.

You took the pen, holding out your hand expectantly. Spencer hesitated for a moment before realizing what you wanted. He extended his arm, raising an eyebrow in surprise as you began writing your number on his forearm with a playful grin.

“The wash is on the house,” you said, smirking at him. “You can take me to dinner instead.” With a blown kiss and a confident stride, you walked away, leaving Spencer utterly speechless.

Spencer sat there, mouth slightly agape, as he watched you disappear into the crowd of volunteers. He glanced down at the number on his arm, then back at Derek, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Did that just happen?” Spencer asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and awe.

“Yeah, Reid,” Derek laughed, giving him a pat on the back. “That just happened.”

As Derek drove away from the car wash, Spencer couldn't help but stare at the numbers on his forearm, a giddy smile spreading across his face. This unexpected turn of events had certainly added a twist to their day, and as he contemplated the prospect of taking you to dinner, he couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in his chest.

It was going to be an interesting evening, to say the least.

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[tlou-reid]

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❧ criminal minds

spencer reid

fics

visitors list: when spencer goes to prison, his visitor's list seems to be missing a name

nightmares: spencer has a nightmare, but his biggest fear is hurting you

you found me: spencer is the one to reach you after being shot by an unsub

cardigan: spencer is finally home and all fem!reader wants is to be close with him (smut)

all of you: There is not a single part of you Spencer doesn't want to worship. Fat!reader x Spencer

blurbs/requests/thoughts

cockwarming with soft!clingy!Spencer (smut)

spencer info-dumping when nonbinary!reader comes out to him

aftercare with spencer (smut)

pretty new bau agent makes spencer cum in his pants (smut)

spencer doesn't know what do after your first fight

spencer can't stand his son calling him his first name

luke alvez

aaron hotchner

fics

baked goodies: aaron is smitten for his new graduate student neighbor as soon as he meets her (smut) part 2 part 3

finishing gifts: after a few days of ignoring him, aaron makes an effort to get your behavior to return to normal (smut)

blurbs/requests/thoughts

aaron hotchner is a giver. i do not take criticism. (smut)

going undercover with hotch

aaron taking care of sick!bau!reader

emily prentiss

fics

blurbs/requests/thoughts

nonbinary AFAB, the reader’s first time with anyone due to body/gender insecurities (not full on smut, but heated)

jennifer jareau

❧ the last of us

joel miller

ellie williams

fics

the show must go on (series): fem!musican!reader x ellie, based on stick season by noah kahan

prologue: the view between villages

abby anderson

fics

get her back!: abby was so in love with her roommate Nora's girlfriend, she can only control herself so much when you come to get your things after a fight

blurbs/requests/thoughts

❧ stranger things

i am no longer writing for stranger things

steve harrington

fics

white lace: as you expected (and prepared for), date night with steve turns into your first time with him (smut)

❧ outer banks

jj maybank

fics

scaredy cat: jj has a lot of fears, kooks make a lot of them come to surface

obx grass: jj surprises you with more than just weed

rafe cameron

fics

blurbs/requests/thoughts

being rafe's arm candy (smut)

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swiftmas 2023

[lucyswinter]

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Requests are : OPEN<3

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Who/what I write for:

-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult with the addition of 1984. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything! And for canon relationships, I will do any season besides NYC and Delicate as long as they are already together. For example, I would do Montana and Richard from 1984.)

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord, Sophia Lopez, Kimber Henry

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only “hero”/vigilante)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually as well as Benedict, Violet, Eloise, and the Featherington sisters! *Edit for season 3*: Lord Debling, Lord Stirling, Lady Arnold, Lord Anderson, Francesca Bridgerton, Cressida Cowper)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

-Hannibal (only Hannigram)

(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

I will write: A bit ooc (depends on scenario 🤭), fluff, smut, small-ish age gap, AU’s, non romantic pairings, alternate endings, fem!/gn!/afab!reader, character x reader, character x character

I won’t write: Male!/nonbinary!/trans!reader (im a cis female so I will write gender neutral reader if requested, but most fics (unless specified) were written with a fem reader in mind :)), incest, underage reader (or character), dub/non-con

Thanks for reading! Feel free to PM requests if you aren’t comfortable sending them through the question button or want to work through the request :)

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Name: most people call me lilli or cas or lip these days. I’m really not picky.

Age: 24 as of January 2025

Basic About Me: biromantic, grayace, nonbinary. I have two masters degrees; one in creative writing, the other in clinical mental health counseling. currently engaged to @kingofthewildthings414.

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Missing Sweaters & Stolen Hearts

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Alternative! Nonbinary! Reader, BAU x Alternative! Nonbinary! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Strangers to Lovers, sort of slow burn?

Summary: You’re the latest addition to the BAU and Spencer’s enamored with your unique sense of style. As you get to know each other flirty pranks ensue until you can’t take it anymore and confess.

Warnings: Reader uses they/them pronouns but does wear makeup, one use of Y/n Y/l/n, mentions of pain/getting a tattoo, Spencer may be a little OOC since I’ve never written for him before

Word Count: ~1,600

A/N: I’m only on season 5 of my first watch so this will be with the dynamic the characters have for late season 4/early season 5. Also while season 5 aired in 2009 I’m pretending this takes place in 2021 minus the pandemic so ignore weird time shit lol. This could be read as autistic! reader but it’s not explicitly mentioned that reader is autistic. Also this is the first 1,000+ words fic I’ve written in forever so I’m proud of myself!!

When Spencer heard there was a new agent joining the BAU he was expecting someone intelligent, tidy, professional, not this. At first, he thought they were someone’s friend or partner coming to drop something off. So it surprised him when the team gathered and was introduced to them as their new team member. Dyed hair, multiple piercings, a few tattoos, eccentric makeup, you were not traditional in any sense. It was like a modern-day version of Emily’s yearbook photo came to life. 

“Hi, there everyone! I’m Y/n Y/l/n, my pronouns are they/them and I look forward to working with you all!” After you introduced yourself the team took their turns introducing themselves to you. 

Once it got to Spencer’s turn he was still having a bit of a hard time gathering his words. Which was odd for the man with an incredible vocabulary. “Hi, I’m uh- Doctor Spencer Reid, it’s nice to meet you.” He spoke nervously playing with the end of his cardigan. “It’s nice to meet you too. Also, you didn’t mention your pronouns, which ones do you use?” You asked with a smile that just made his butterflies worse. “Oh. I use he/him.” “Noted,” You said with a nod as you turned to Morgan to hear his introduction. 

“Looks like someone’s got heart eyes for the new person.” Emily whispered teasingly. “Huh? What makes you say that?” He asked as he tried to ignore the increasing warmth crossing his face. “I don’t maybe, that Mister IQ of 187 was tripping over his words.” She said as she smirked at Spencer. “I’m always this nervous meeting new people.” “Uh-huh, whatever you say,” Emily laughed.

Five months later and you would say you’ve successfully adjusted to your new family. While the cases called for a bit more professional look, you were still permitted to keep your piercings in and your hair in crazy colors. Thankfully back at headquarters, you could wear your normal clothes and make-up though. You also have gotten pretty close with your teammates, especially Penelope as she just loved your style. A couple of times when the day was slow she begged you to do her makeup for her. 

On top of that, the team and you have had a few nights out for drinks or dinner which felt very comforting. Plus while it took you a while (and Penelope pointing it out to you) you’re pretty Doctor Genius has a crush on you. At first, you thought he just wasn’t used to people like you but the more you interacted with him the more confident his compliments became. Honestly, you loved it, you could tease him all day if you were able to. Seeing his cheeks flush and him having difficulty finding his words was just as cute as could be. Which led you to a few interesting experiences. 

Namely, a month and a half ago you decided your next step would be to steal the cardigan he had worn in. So you figured when he left it on his desk when we went to the bathroom was better than never. As soon as he left you rushed over to his desk to slip the cardigan. “Oh my lord babycakes, he’s going to have a heart attack seeing you wearing that.” “That’s the plan Derek,” you laughed as you went back to your desk and continued your paperwork. Derek just shook his head at you while Emily laughed her ass off. When you all heard footsteps headed back over, you all quickly stifled your laughs and got back to work. (Or at least pretended to.) 

As Spencer reached his desk he immediately looked confused, as he began searching around his desk to find his sweater you spoke up, “Looking for something, Doctor?” “Yeah, I could’ve sworn my-” As he looked up at you his jaw dropped. “Could’ve sworn what, hm?” You smirked, oh boy was this fun. “That. That’s my sweater.” “Yes it is, captain obvious.” You laughed as he looked very confused and also flustered. “Do you think it suits me?” At this point, Derek and Emily couldn’t suppress their laughter. “I- Yeah, yes it suits you.” “Aw, I’m glad you think so,” You winked at him. “I think I’ll keep it for the rest of the day then.” “You can keep it for as long as you like,” he said, catching you off guard. Pink dusted your cheeks as you had to look away from him. “Thanks, maybe I will,” You said as you went back to your work, hoping he didn’t notice the way you couldn’t stop fidgeting after his comment. 

At the end of the day, Emily texted you some pictures she had taken of the whole ordeal. Which gave you an idea. You waited a few days for having his cardigan before continuing your plan. This time it was a weekend and you were out with your friend getting some iced tea. You asked your friend to take a candid picture of you enjoying your tea, which of course they obliged. Little did they know the sweater you wore belonged to a man who you were about to fluster to hell and back. After you finished up with your friend and got home you got the fun part.

Opening your messages to Spencer’s you sent him the image with the comment, “Thanks for the cardigan, it helped with the chilly weather today :)” As you waited for his response you changed into comfy clothes and switched on your favorite show. Looking back at your phone you saw the three dots appearing and disappearing.

“You’re welcome. If this means I get to see you in it more then it’s absolutely worth having to get a new one.” Thanking whatever gods are out there that he couldn’t see how flustered that got you. You went to craft your next reply. “Aww, all you have to do is ask if you want to see me in your clothes, Spence ;)” “Well then it looks like I need to buy more sweaters haha” 

In the present day, you were wearing one of Spencer’s sweaters filing more paperwork when you decided tonight’s the night. You were getting a new tattoo done tonight albeit a small one which seemed like a good excuse to ask Spencer to hang out tonight. You could use it to initiate some hand-holding. 

“Hey Spence, are you doing anything tonight?” You asked, trying to look as casual as possible. “Yeah, I am. Is there a reason you’re asking?” “Well I’m getting another tattoo done tonight and I was wondering if you could come as moral support. Plus afterward, maybe we could grab some takeout and watch Star Trek at my place?” You asked fiddling with his sweater as you hoped your plan would work. “Oh, yeah I’d love to.” He said with a heart-warming smile. “Great!” You replied as you went back to work.

As work came to a close for the day, you felt yourself getting giddier. Once you and Spencer packed your things up you were off. On the car ride to the tattoo shop, you listened to one of Spencer’s endearing rambles. Once you got in and everything was ready you asked him if you could hold his hand during the process. He agreed and the tattoo process went smoothly. You were in and out relatively quick but Spencer was still surprised you could handle being in pain for an extended period. You picked up some Chinese takeout and settled on the couch as you watched Star Trek. 

After a few episodes, you decided now was as good a time as ever. Pausing the show you turned to Spencer. “Is there something wrong?” “Oh, uh no. I just want to talk to you about something.” That seemed to make him worry though as he immediately started fidgeting. “Okay. Did I make you uncomfortable-” “No, no. Spence, it’s nothing like that. It’s just- Well I hope this is mutual but we’ve been flirting for a while and I’d kind of like it to go further than that. Basically um, I have feelings for you and I’d like to go on a date. If that’s good with you, of course, I wouldn’t want to-” “I’d love to.” “Wait. Really?” You asked, finally being able to look at him again. “Yes, of course, I’ve had feelings for you for a while. I just wasn’t sure if you just wanted to be flirty and that’s all or not.” You laughed nervously before replying, “Well I guess we were both nervous. Um, Spence, can I kiss you?” “God, please do.” 

With his permission, you leaned in and kissed him. At first, it was soft and hesitant but slowly it got more passionate as the tension between you two finally snapped. As the kiss got more bruising, Spencer pulled you onto his lap. Your hands ended up with one in his hair and one on his chest as his hands grasped your waist. Eventually, you parted for air and leaned your forehead against his. “I wish we would’ve done this a long time ago.” He said as you laughed lightly. “Yeah, me too. So does this make us official or would you prefer a few dates beforehand?” “I’d love to call you mine as long as that’s good with you.” You laughed a little before kissing his cheek and replying, “Of course, that’s good with me goof.” “Good, but be warned I’m letting you get away anytime soon.” “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You responded as you leaned back in to kiss him again.

[0o-junebug-o0]

Hihi! I adore your work! I was wondering if you could write a (sub) Spencer x (soft Dom) Reader smut,

where Spencer is feeling comfortable in hands tied bondage after Hankel situation!

"Tie Me Up"

Here you go!! I had fun writing this one! It was a nice break from school work haha

genre: smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, bondage, references to spencer's kidnapping, dirty talking, praise, use of good boy, handjobs, oral sex (r!reviving), face sitting, nipple play, multiple orgasms, gn!reader (reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), aftercare, cuddling

wordcount: 3k

“I want you to tie me up.”

Your head shoots up and you look across the room at Spencer with wide eyes, confused. “What?”

He flushes and his eyes dart to the side before moving back to your face. “I, um, I want you to tie me up,” he says, sounding a bit less confident this time.

You nod slowly, trying to wrap your head around Spencer’s sudden proposal. You haven’t done anything like this in a while, not since before he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. You can’t help but feel a little concerned at his request, you don’t want him to push himself to do something he’s not comfortable with just because you enjoy it.

“Are you sure?” you ask warily. “You know I wouldn’t mind if we never do that again.”

“Do you not want to?” Spencer asks, sounding more nervous than before.

You shake your head. “No, no, that’s not it,” you reassure him. “I just—“ you pause, trying to find the right words. “I don’t want you to do something you’re not ready for. All I meant was that if you’re never ready, that’s fine. I’d completely understand if you’d never want to be tied up again after—“

“I want to,” Spencer interrupts. 

“Okay,” you say.

“I miss it.”

You nod. Your gaze falls to his beautiful hands where they rest in his lap as he plays with his fingers. You’ve missed it too. “And you’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“You have to promise me that if you stop feeling good you’ll tell me immediately,” you insist.

Spencer nods, a shy smile crossing his face. “I know. I remember.” You shoot him a pointed look and he adds, “I promise.”

You nod and pat your thigh. “Come here,” you command softly.

Spencer immediately scrambles to get out of his chair and crosses the room to stand in front of you. He pauses for a moment, looking between the couch and the floor, knowing each option is available and welcomed, before settling on his knees on the ground in front of you. You smile and reach out to run a hand through his hair. He hums softly, his eyes slipping closed, and presses his head into your palm. 

“My beautiful boy,” you sigh.

He opens his eyes and takes your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles, making eye contact with you as he does.

You lean forward to rest your elbows on your knees and stare intently into Spencer’s eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or apprehension. Finding none, you nod. “When do you want me to tie you up, sweetheart?” you ask softly.

“Now,” he whispers. “Please.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and let your gaze fall to the growing bulge in his pants. He clearly wants this and that reassures you. “Okay,” you agree. Spencer smiles brightly up at you. “But, we’re going to go slow, do you understand?”

Spencer nods obediently.

“I won’t tie you up completely today, we’ll just start with your hands.”

Spencer opens his mouth, you think maybe to argue, but you shoot him a look and he closes it. “This is non-negotiable,” you say. “I don’t feel comfortable completely tying you up again yet. I know you feel ready but I don’t want to risk it.”

Spencer nods, looking deep into your eyes.

“And I’m going to use a knot you can undo yourself if you need to. Also non-negotiable, I want you to be able to free yourself the moment you need to without having to wait for me to untie you myself or cut you free. Do you understand?”

Spencer nods again.

“Words, Spencer.”

“Yes,” he says, his voice breathy with obvious arousal.

You smirk and whisper, “Good boy.”

A soft whimper escapes Spencer’s lips at the praise and the sound drives you crazy. You push yourself off the couch and stand still for a moment, just admiring the way Spencer stares up at you so desperately. “C’mon, beautiful, follow me.” Immediately, Spencer scrambles to his feet and follows you like a lovesick puppy to your shared bedroom.

You stop in the middle of the room and turn around to face Spencer. You look him up and down, he looks gorgeous, but he’s wearing way too many clothes. “Strip,” you command, and Spencer instantly obeys. You watch with a pleased smile as Spencer practically rips off his clothes, so eager for you to touch him. The sight of him naked and hard makes your stomach flip and sends heat shooting between your legs. You can feel yourself starting to soak through your underwear, seeing Spencer naked never fails to drive you crazy. 

You close the gap between you in a single step and kiss him gently, wrapping your arms around his waist. He sighs happily against your lips and his hands shoot up to cup your face. You let your hands slip down to grab handfuls of his ass and you pull him up against your hips, making him moan into your mouth. You slip your tongue between his lips and Spencer eagerly follows your lead. Spencer’s hands fall from your cheeks to paw at your shirt and you break the kiss for a moment to let him pull it over your head.

Heat rushes through your body as you continue to kiss him and you maneuver him around, guiding him back until his knees hit the bed. Spencer breaks the kiss with a gasp as he stumbles slightly, falling until he’s sitting on the bed, supporting his weight on his arms. He stares up at you with wide, lust-blown eyes and pouts slightly when you move away.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” you coo, quickly ridding yourself of your pants and soaked underwear. You walk over to the dresser and open the drawer in which you both keep your toys. You grab the red silk rope and glance over your shoulder at him as you hold it up. “You wanted me to tie you up, remember?”

Spencer’s eyes get impossibly wider and he nods rapidly. “Yes, please. Want it,” he gasps. 

“Aw, baby,” you purr. “You’re so desperate already that you can barely speak.”

Spencer nods again and his cock twitches in his lap, but he’s a good boy and doesn’t touch himself. You unravel the small ball of rope as you walk back over to him. As you get closer you can hear Spencer’s breathing pick up with excitement. You love seeing him like this, you can feel your arousal clinging to your thighs.

You stop in front of him and say, “Hands.”

Spencer lifts his hands and holds them out to you, wrists pressed together and palms facing each other but leaving a few inches between them. His breath hitches and he stares intently at his hands. You pause and glance down, noticing his erection has flagged slightly. You look back up and into his eyes and see some apprehension. You smile softly at him and flip his hands so his palms are facing the ceiling before resting the rope in them. Spencer looks up at you, his brow slightly furrowed with confusion. 

“Hold the rope,” you say soothingly. “Feel it.”

Spencer nods, despite clearly still being confused, and closes his hands around the rope. You watch in silence for a moment as he runs the rope through his fingers and stares at it.

“It’s soft, isn’t it?” you ask, though you know he's familiar with this rope already. Spencer nods in response, still playing with the rope. “You’ll be able to free yourself at any time,” you continue. “You’re home, you’re safe. I’m going to take care of you.”

Spencer purses his lips in one of his closed-mouth smiles. “Thank you,” he whispers, still looking at the rope even though his hands have stilled.

“Do you still want to do this?” you ask softly.

“Yeah,” Spencer whispers. He hands you the rope and looks back up at you. You smile at him and reach out to cup the back of his neck with your free hand, pulling him into a gentle kiss. Spencer’s hands lower to hold your waist and you set the rope on the bed and climb into his lap as the kiss begins to increase in intensity. You can feel him getting hard again underneath you and you moan at the feeling as arousal burns through your body. 

You grind your hips against his, letting his cock rub up against you, and Spencer gasps weakly into your mouth. His hands slide down to grab your ass and you groan. His hips buck beneath you and it takes a tremendous amount of self-control to pull away. Spencer pouts as you climb off of him but it quickly disappears when you pick the rope back up. 

He immediately holds his hands out again but you guide him back until he’s lying in the middle of the bed, propped up slightly on your pillows. He raises his arms above his head, and you whisper soft praises to him as you wrap the rope around his wrists and one of the slats of the headboard. You tie a simple quick-release single-column knot and slip the part of the rope that allows for the quick release into Spencer’s hand. He gives you a dopey smile and you press a quick kiss to his beautiful lips. 

“If you need to get out, you tell me and pull on that, okay?” you instruct.

Spencer nods happily, squirming and tugging gently on the rope around his wrists.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” he gasps.

“Good boy,” you coo and his hips buck into the air.

You place your hand on one of his hips and dig your thump into the dip just next to the bone. Spencer gasps and writhes at the feeling. You smirk at him and swing your leg over him to straddle his thighs, sitting just below his cock. You hold both of his hips to support yourself as you slowly start to grind against him, rubbing your clit on his thigh. 

Spencer whines your name, staring at you with wide pleading eyes as you avoid touching his cock in favor of your own pleasure. “Please!” he gasps. “Please! I need you!”

“Yeah?” you tease. “What do you need me to do baby?”

“Need you to touch me!” he begs.

You remove your hands from his hips, sliding them up over his stomach to his chest. You rub your thumbs over his nipples and Spencer moans. The sound travels like a shock of electricity through your body. You pinch his nipples between your fingers and his hips jerk beneath you, knocking his thigh against your clit, making you moan. You can feel how wet you’ve gotten him. “N–not like that,” he whines, his words interrupted by moans as you toy with him.

“No?” you ask, feigning ignorance. “Where do you want me to touch you baby?”

“My–“ You pinch his nipples again and he’s once again interrupted by the sound of his own pleasure. “My cock!” he begs. “Want you to touch my cock!”

“Aw, baby,” you tease breathlessly. “You—“ You moan as his hips buck again, pressing his thigh harder against you. “You should have said so.”

Spencer whines pathetically at your teasing but the sound is soon transformed into a moan as you wrap your hand around his cock. He gasps your name over and over as you stroke him. He squirms and writhes beneath you. You can see the muscles of his arms tensing as he tries to reach down to touch you but is stopped by the rope. You notice the quick release has fallen from his hand, so, still stroking him, you reach up and give it back to him. He doesn’t pull it so you keep touching him. 

“So good! So good!” Spencer gasps. “Love you! Love you so much!”

You rise up onto your knees and, bracing your free hand against the bed, lean forward and kiss him, continuing to stoke him despite the awkward angle. “I love you too, baby,” you whisper between kisses. You kiss across his jaw, down his neck, and back up to his ear. “Such a good boy for me. My good boy.”

Spencer whimpers desperately. “’M close! ‘M so close!”

You remove your hand and settle back onto his thighs, watching as Spencer whimpers and writhes in disappointment as he’s unable to cum. He whines your name and you press a kiss to his chest. “You wanna cum, pretty boy?”

He nods desperately, his hair sticking to his beautifully flushed face.

“Yeah? Well, I want to cum too,” you taunt.

Spencer’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open as if anticipating what you’re going to say. His chest rises and falls heavily with each panted breath.

“So eager,” you tease and Spencer nods frantically.

“Please!” he gasps.

“You want me to sit on your face, baby?”

“Yes!” Spencer cries. “Please!” 

You smile. You can feel him squirming with desperation beneath you. You press another kiss to his chest and slowly crawl up his body until you’re straddling his face, your knees braced on either side of his arms. Spencer whines and whimpers, tugging on the rope with his desperation to touch you. 

“Remember, sweetheart,” you say softly. Spencer stares hungrily at where your cunt hovers just over his mouth. “Snap if you need me off.”

“Yes!” he gasps, and, without giving a chance to prepare, lifts his head to run his tongue over you.

A strangled gasp leaves you as pleasure shoots through your body and you sink until you’re almost completely sitting on Spencer’s mouth, the way you know he likes it. Your hands shoot up to grab the headboard as you curl forward from the pleasure. Spencer eats you out with a fervor unique to him, practically devouring you. He pulls gasps and moans from your chest as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Then he’s wrapping his lips around it and sucking in a way that has you seeing stars. He mouths hungrily at you, alternating between licking and sucking your clit and pressing his tongue inside you. 

“Spencer!” you gasp. You grind yourself down onto his tongue, unable to help yourself, and Spencer moans into you. The vibrations send pleasure shooting through your body. He removes his tongue and returns to sucking on your clit, moaning consistently. With how turned on you are, it doesn’t take long for the familiar heat to start traveling up your spine. 

“Fuck! Such a good boy! Doing so good! Feels so good!” you moan. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum!”

At your words, Spencer begins to eat you out with an even greater intensity and soon your climax is slamming into you. You gasp his name, as your whole body shakes with the intensity of it. Spencer works you through it until you’re panting and gasping and when you pull off of him to sit beside his head, his face is soaked and he smiles up at you happily. 

“Fuck, Spencer,” you groan. “You’re so good at that.”

He licks his lips and whimpers. You see his hips jerk out of the corner of your eye and you smirk at him. You quickly reach around and grab a condom from the top drawer of your nightstand. You hold it up to show him and Spencer’s eyes widen.

“Please!” he gasps. “Oh, fuck! Please! Want you to fuck me! Please!”

You chuckle slightly and tear open the packaging. Spencer whimpers and gasps your name as you roll the condom over his cock. You stroke him a few times and he thrusts weakly into your hand. 

You swing your leg over him, grab his cock to line him up, and quickly sink down onto him. You both moan simultaneously at the feeling and it feels so good you have to take a second to just breathe. You rest your hands on Spencer’s chest and slowly push yourself onto your knees before sinking back down. A delicious moan tears itself from Spencer’s and his eyes flutter shut with pleasure. You can tell he won’t last long, but you’re still so sensitive from your previous orgasm that you won’t either. 

Moans and incoherent babbles pour from Spencer’s lips as you ride him. His hips thrust up to meet you on each downstroke, slamming his cock right into that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You moan and gasp his name and praise him as you fuck him. Heat once again rises in your body as you get close and you can tell from the way Spencer’s whole body twitches, he’s close too. You drop yourself back down as his hips rise to meet yours and suddenly he’s cumming, and the sound of his moans and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you has you cumming too.

You clench around him, grinding down on his cock, as you work you both through it. Once your orgasm fades, you fall forward, resting your head on Spencer’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin and the way his chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. You press a soft kiss to his skin before sitting back up with a groan and lifting yourself off of him. Spencer whines weakly at the feeling and you press your forehead against his for a moment to soothe him. You pull away and remove the condom, quickly tying it off and dropping it into the tiny trashcan you keep beside your bed for this exact reason. 

With the condom disposed of, you reach up to tug on the quick release. The knot unravels easily and Spencer opens his eyes as the rope slips off his wrists. You toss the rope aside and take his hands in yours. “You did so good, Spencer,” you coo. “I’m so proud of you.” Spencer smiles up at you contentedly as you massage his hands and wrists. You slowly lower his arms to rest on his chest, whispering praises as you rub and squeeze them to encourage blood flow. 

After a few minutes, Spencer curls up against your side with a sigh and you lay down next to him, massaging his hands until he falls asleep.

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Impromptu Cuddles (part two)

"Imagine having to share a bed with Spencer during a case, only to wake up wrapped in his arms."

~IMPROMPTU CUDDLES~

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

Description: During a case, Spencer and the reader are forced to share a room with only one bed. Cute fluffy shit happens.

Warning: Mentions of a really bloody case, probably some cuss words. Unless repressed romantic feelings are a problem for you, then nothing else, I don't think.

Genre: fluffy fluff with a tiny bit of angst if you squint your eyes and tilt your head exactly fourteen degrees to the left.

Pairing: Dr. Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) x non gender specific Reader

A/N: part two, most of its in Spencer's POV. Also, just saying, this was written, like, two years ago, and I was too lazy to edit it as harshly as it should have been, so that's why there's some bits that don't make a lot of sense. This definitely isn't an excuse for my shitty writing, or anything. And that's still not my picture, credit to whoever made it.

Words without A/N: 2300 

Masterlist

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Stumbling over to it, I plopped down my go-bag and slumped down onto it. Even if it was a bit uncomfortable, it was still the first actually bed I'd been in in nearly two days, and it felt fantastic.

I heard Spencer close the door and move around towards the couch, he to plopping his things onto the ground before falling back into an extremely creaky love seat-style couch.

Sighing, he muttered a soft, "Good night, (name)."

Now I felt bad, that couch was entirely to small for the lanky doctor, and from the sound of it, incredibly uncomfortable. I couldn't make him stay there.

"Spencer," I sighed, "you can take the bed, I'll sleep there. Its way to small for you."

"No, its, its alright, (name), I'll sleep here, its f-fine," he sounded kind of nervous about something.

"No, seriously, Spence, get over here, I'm not making you sleep on that thing."

I got up and walked towards him, he had managed to curl up into an unbelievably strained ball to get all of him onto the little couch.

"I don't need the bed. Take it."

I pulled his things over to the bed in place of mine, and headed back over to him. I shook him slightly and crouched down in front of his face.

"I'm alright, really, I insist you take the bed, I'm fine where I am," goddammit, Spencer.

I pulled at one of his arms, attempting to get him up.

"C'mon Spence," I started, being quickly interrupted by an increasingly nervous-looking, shaggy haired, boy-wonder.

"I... I'm not m-making you sleep on here. Maybe..."

He let his words trail off and I just sat down beside him in defeat.

"What? Maybe what?" I pressured.

"W-well.. May-maybe we should just, uh, you know, share...? O-o-of course only if you wanted too, that is. Did, uh, did you know that sleeping in the same bed as another human can boost one's immune system, steady heart beat, help in the reduction of bad dream, and the sharing of body heat will keep approximately three times warmer which aids in deeper and more restful sleep and I'm rambling I'm sorry I'll shut up now..." Oh this boy is adorable.

"Spencer, one, I find your rambling adorkable. Two, if you're comfortable with that then sure?" He had some good points, I knew we both got nightmares, and the less there were of them the better. I had some severe insomnia and sleeping near someone might help with that as well, not to mention I was already almost shivering it was so cold, and I didn't see any heating system on the way in.

At my comment about his adorableness he flushed slightly and mumbled some form of 'no I'm not' before I got back up and made sure that Spencer was following me, and not just trying to get me to let him stay on the couch. I chose the side of the bed closest to the wall, and went into the tiny bathroom to get into my night wear. Some teal shorts and a Black Baths T-shirt that was a good five sizes to big on me. The bottom reached all the way down to just above my knees and the supposed-to-be short sleeves reached past my elbows and halfway down my forearm. When I came back, Spencer had already gotten into some pinstripe sweats and a baggy T with 'I ❤ π' written across the front. I giggled a bit at that. I don't giggle. I really need some sleep.

I crawled across the creaky bed and onto the other side to lay down, curling my body into a ball and turning away from Spencer. Saying a quick goodnight I fell asleep almost immediately. Feeling Spencer lay down beside me and the vibrations of his chest against the bed were the last things my mind registered before I was out like a light.

**Spencer**

I felt so incredibly uncomfortable on the ride to the Inn we'd be staying at. I was trying not to squish either of the people on either side of me, Emily was already being crushed by Morgan and (name) just looked so much more small and fragile when they were tired like they were.

When they joined the team—closing on a year ago now—I had naturally thought them beautiful and charismatic, but now that I've gotten to know them better, well, they're one of the best people I've ever known.

They're so kind and never once have they told me to shut up like the others would when I would start my rambling. On several occasions, I actually saw them look hurt when the others would do it, like they actually liked listening to me.

On occasion, just like right now actually, I would catch myself watching them. Watching the way they would move and how they would get kind of flustered every time the car rocked enough to push them into the door, or harder into my side. They were beautiful and so innocent looking and kind and brilliant and oh god I think I've fallen in love with the kid. They were never one for talking much, which could be a bit difficult whenever anyone tried to make small talk with them, but it was just one of their quirks, and it meant that they were a really good listener, which everyone needed every now and again.

As we pulled up to the motel I felt them tense against my side, taking in the view of the parking lot. I didn't bother even looking up at the scene of the lot, I had read up and seen it all already when I had looked up the places information. As Derek stepped out not-so-gracefully and spoke his words, he threw a light, almost undetectable wink my way, and a nod at the person who already looked like they had fallen asleep beside me, leaned into my shoulder. He knew of my infatuation with them, and it irritated me to no end. Actually, everyone seemed to know except (name) themselves.

I wasn't sure if I wanted them to know, actually, I wasn't sure what I would do if they did find out—despite the teems beliefs—I didn't know everything. But, statistically speaking, there was very little chance that they would have feelings for me, not in the ways that I had for them at least. Most people; similarly to animals, were genetically made to seek out a mate who could clearly protect them and their offspring. Someone stronger and obviously more masculine and dominant.

If anything, most would be more attracted to someone along the lines of Derek or Aaron. Not some scrawny kid like me.

As Morgan returned to tell us that there was some issue with the rooms and everyone started filing out to figure out the issue, I gently slid out from under (name)'s head and carefully leaned their head back against the seat. I got out and was in the process of closing the door and following when I noticed them shiver ever so slightly. I quickly pulled off my jacket and playced it over their little body, before turning to follow the team, coming face to face with a smiling agent Morgan.

"You're so into them, pretty-boy, why don't you just marry the kid already?" He said in a loud whisper. Chuckling quietly when I flushed and looked away from him, walking towards the Motel.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I fibbed as I walked past him.

"I see the way you look at them, you aren't fooling anybody," he pushed off the car and followed after me. "Except maybe them."

"Pfft," I scoff, "you don't know what you're talking about," I mumble, still flushed.

I picked up my pace as I head into the run-down lobby area. The curtains and seat cushions all moth eaten and there was a thick layer of dust over everything in vicinity of my sight. There is the distinct smell of cigarettes and moth balls in the air. Not a good combination.

Picking my way over to the group, I start to listen in on there conversation with the kid behind the counter. 

"What do you mean there's been a change in vacancy? We called you like twenty minutes ago!'' Spoke a very dead-looking JJ, Morgan naturally decided to jump into the conversation.

"I'm sorry, sir, but how exactly could the rooms just be fu-," I didn't stick around long enough to hear the rest of his verbal abuse on the poor kid. I’m sure (name) would be getting cold by now, the temperature had dropped substantially in the last few minutes and only the minutest of protection against the cold would be provided by my overcoat.

I stepped into the cold air of the night and made quick steps towards the car, wrapping my arms around myself to fend off the shivers.

The thought of getting to be alone with them —even if it was just for the few minutes that it would take to wake them and walk back—put me in an oddly lighter mood. Like some of the exhaustion that still raked my body had been lifted off of me. I picked up my pace, anticipation of being near them raced through my chest, and to be honest, it scared me. I didn't know why I was so infatuated with the (eye color)-eyed person, and the simplicity of my not knowing terrified me to no extent. Yet it was an oddly titillating sensation too. Like I was an ice cube being dunked into hot coffee.

As I reached the vehicle that we arrived in, I couldn't help but feel a bit giddy. I quietly opened the door, being sure not to awaken them before absolutely necessary. I knew, even if they wouldn't admit it, they would come a close second on the lack of sleep front. Of course, Hotch would clearly take first, but they couldn't have slept more than twenty minutes in the last seventy-two hours. As I slowly opened the door, I couldn't help but admire their peaceful expression. They looked so calm, for once, I almost didn't want to have to wake them. For the first time in several days, they didn't look stressed to hell and back. I sat and let my eyes rake over their beautiful face for a moment, only looking away when I realized how creepy that could come off as.

Staring down at my hands for a moment, I sighed heavily. They would never see me the way I saw them, I shouldn't be feeling this way. I can't love them. Seeing them in my jacket didn't help that aspect, however.

I crawled hastily into the back of the vehicle, softly closing the door as not to wake them.

Leaning over them, I felt that same burning ache to reach down and kiss their sweet lips. To hold them in my arms and never let them go. I reached down, dragging my fingertips over their cheek and forced myself not to grip the back of their neck and pull them closer to me.

Dear god, I'm being creepy.

Whimpering in defeat, I quickly moved my hands down to their shoulders to shake them gently into consciousness. After a solid couple of shakes, they finally groaned and flickered open their eyes, looking up at me with groggy, sleep-filled, eyes.

"Hey, (name), come on, you can sleep once we get into the room," I whispered to them, refraining from running my fingers over their cheek again.

Slowly, they sat up, shooting me a thankful smile before slowly starting to crawl out of the seat behind me. As we stepped out into the cold, I watched them pull the jacket closer around their small frame, clinging to the jacket as the cold wind hit their sleep-sensitive skin. Again I fought the urge to reach out and touch them.

I shivered slightly and re-wrapped my arms around myself, watching (name) as they tried to hand the jacket to me, likely realizing it was mine. I softly declined, taking it from their fingers and gently laying it over their shoulders, I couldn't help but run my fingers down their arms as I pulled away.

I admired them as we walked, their eyes were heavy with sleep, and their head hung low with stress. I watched the way their hair blew into their face from the too-bitter wind, and it took all of my self control not to reach over and brush the lock of (your hair color) back behind their ear. Almost reaching out, I quickly looked for something else to distract me. Glancing around us, an idea popped into my head.

Statistics.

I rambled aimlessly as we walked; everything from the importance of a good nights sleep to the statistical amount of crimes that occurred in hotels of the nature of the one we'd be staying in. Admiring the way they nodded along and hummed every so often – it was almost as though they enjoyed my pointless rambling. That thought made my insides fill with some fluffy, warm, great feeling that made me all warm inside. Ung, wow that sounded like some cliche love story monologue.

I went quiet as we moved through the doors and into the office (which, to be honest, wasn't a whole lot warmer than the outside) and listened in to the conversation raging on a little farther in.

"And you're sure there's no other rooms? Or at least some with double beds?" Came the sound of Morgans deep voice.

[reveseke]

I think Spencer has mastered being quiet in certain situations tbh, but make it as an Eldritch reader thought where he was able to avoid waking up the cat napping abomination. This is merely a short thought that came to me. Also he/it used for the reader and made with male/masc readers in mind.

Also² happy Friday the 13th :'D

Eldritch! Reader who doesn't need sleep as much as humans do, but still does sleep at times in a way like a cat does; Easy to wake at lightest sounds (possibly at a heart beat, I think he's able to hear people's heartbeats and distinguish between them who's with him. Like a unique to everyone sounds.) and not completely in a deep sleep state ever really.

And humans are known to be quite clumsy and loud, so thinking about specifically Eldritch! Reader randomly dozing off and waking up bc someone else came to the room. But he finds himself with Spence hanging out in the same room with someone else asking him something from the doorway. Think about the confusion as R looks at Spence lightly mortified that the genius could be silent enough not to wake it while being in the same room as with anyone else even trying would result into R just staring at them from wherever the fuck he was dozing off with a deep scowl.

In reality he's just trusting and familiar enough with Spencer that it doesn't really affect or bother it so he's able to sleep. (It just boils down to how cats work lol, a cat does rarely sleep in the same room as a person it doesn't trust at all.)

[starlight--writings]

Unsub: No man or woman can kill me!

Y/N: *Standing behind him* Then this is not your lucky day *shoots him in the head* I’m nonbinary.

Reid: This is how you choose to come out?!

Y/N: I’m awkward okay!?

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

BAU x gn!reader

So reader is one of the youngest members (like Reid’s age) and this is the reader’s reaction to Hotch and Kate Joyner. Also, neither of them are old, it’s just reader being a lil shit lol

Warnings: None

Word Count: 275

You giggled slightly, “Did you two hook up then?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively at your boss. 

“Did you just giggle?” Emily asked in shock, looking to Morgan for confirmation, who nodded.

“So what if I did? Am I not allowed to have fun every now and then?” You asked, mouth agape in false shock, “Besides, old people hooking up make me laugh.”

“Old people?” Hotch asked, jaw dropping, “I am not old. You’re just too young…” You merely raised an eyebrow as you turned to Spencer.

“I’m surprised any of them know how to work a phone.”

“I can work a cell phone thank you very much.” Hotch defended, jaw still dropped.

“A cell phone… not just a phone, huh?” You paused for effect, “that's what old people call them.”

“Fine line, (Y/N),” Hotch grinned.

“Sorry if I caused you more grey hair, sir.” You laughed. “I had coffee today, can you tell?”

“Yes,” Morgan chimed with a shit eating grin, “We can,”

“How many cups?” JJ asked with a small laugh.

“Four, in the past hour,” You said with a fast nod, “But I had two the hour before that, so six in the past two hours. I’m never going to fall asleep,”

Morgan and Spencer let out a groan, “Hotch, wanna switch rooms?” Morgan asked, Hotch laughed and shook his head.

“Nope, you’re the one who made them half of the coffee they've had,” Hotch said.

“Don’t even think about asking me,” Rossi said, smirking.

You bounced on the tip of your feet, “I might binge watch Greys Anatomy tonight, you guys wanna watch it with me?”

“Nope,”

“Definitely not,”

[statticscribbles]

"I wanted to apologize." Spencer Reid x Nobinary Reader

my dumbass thought you were apologizing for something and i was like ??? Since it only showed the first few words of the ask in the notification

Spencer looks uncomfortable the entire time you're sitting across from his ex. She's just hammering in question after question each one punctuated with a

"Oh I'm sorry they." Almost spit at you. Spencer is repeatedly mouthing sorry over and over. You hadn't been planning to run into your new boyfriends ex, but apparently the two of you had the same friends; so when Spencer had mentioned the name sounded familiar and then she'd showed up to an impromptu coffee date you knew two things; she'd never gotten over Spencer and you were clearly the bigger person.

"I wanted to apologize.." Spencer still grimaces.

"It's alright; I've gotten worse; she didn't try to hit me or anything." You try to laugh it off and deflect what had been the worst time meeting an ex of your current partner. Instead Spencer just looks more upset.

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