#spencer ried

[ask-me-later23]

Can you write a little blurb about reader having a sleepy cuddly afternoon with Spencer?

Soft rays of light drifted through the curtains and across your face, a gentle reminder from the sun of its limited time with you. As much as you wanted to continue your adventures within your dreamscape, you were quickly stolen away, back to the real world. Back to the too small couch currently hosting you and your too tall boyfriend, Spencer. 

Afternoons like this were rare with him, he was always on call and even when he was home you both were typically too busy to spend an afternoon doing nothing. You both got the afternoon off and while you had said it would be just a few minutes of rest, those few minutes turned into a few hours, which had developed into the entire day.

Spencer was still asleep, you try not to move too much and wake him. His insomnia refuses to let him sleep for more than a few hours, so you know he needs what rest he can get.

This was also your favorite time to look at him, when he had his guard down and looked the most at peace. The beams that drew you from sleep now dance across his curls, making them shine a golden color that reminds you of honey. Freckles are sprinkled across his skin. You remember how you used to make a game of kissing each of them when you first got together. The memories bring a soft smile to your face as you listen to his snores. 

As if realizing he’s being watched, Spencer finally stirs. His eyes flitter open, revealing the rich, brown color that always reminded you of dark, vintage books. The corner of his lips tilt up into a smile and he pulls you in tighter. 

“Good afternoon sleepy,” you mumble as you nuzzle into his neck.

He plants a soft kiss onto your forehead. “Sleep well?”

“As well as I can having to listen to your loud ass snoring,” you tease, sitting up to check the time on your phone. 

Spencer rolls his eyes and rests his head back against the arm of the couch, stretching his arm across his face to cover the light. “45% of adult males snore on a regular basis, and it only gets worse with age. You should really get used to it.”

“Guess I’ll just have to go find somewhere else to sleep then.” You act like you’re going to stand up, only to have Spencer jump up from his resting position and drag you back down with him, his grasp unusually strong for a man of his stature. 

“Not gonna happen.” His grip holds firm as you attempt to wiggle away, giggling.

“We really should get up and be productive,” you murmur into his chest where he currently has your face stuck.

“Productivity is for tomorrow, today is for sleeping and comfort.”

While your mind tells you that his logic is faulty, you can’t ignore how his sweater smells strongly of books and laundry detergent, or how comforting that smell is. You also cannot ignore the circles he is currently rubbing on your back, just underneath your own sweater. So, instead of protesting, you nestle in closer and shut your eyes once more.

“Sleep it is.”

You both drift off to sleep again, locked in each other’s arms and isolated from the outside world. When you inevitably wake again and hear Spencer’s soft snores, all you can do is smile.

[blackdollette]

₊˚⊹ 𐦍༘⋆₊ ⊹ "𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫." | 𝐬. 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bau!unsub!female!reader x dom!spencer

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 521

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: smut with a little plot, praise, dominant spencer, he get's a little forceful

“is this what psychotic girls like you fantasize about..? huh..?”

spencer’s chest pressed against your back, your saliva coating his fingers as he curled them against your tongue. how ironic was it that he was fucking the criminal that had cost him hours of sleep right on his personal desk?

you were what the BAU ranked a “stalker” class unsub. an erotomanic individual who had convinced themself that someone completely out of their grasp was head over heels for them. not particularly dangerous, but more than desperate to get a taste of what you had been longing for for countless years.

you had watched him in action for as long as you had served the fbi. every worthless factoid and obsolete piece of information he spat out tattooed itself in your brain, making you more whipped for him with each passing day. and by the time you got caught for your criminalistic tendencies, you wanted nothing more than to have his body against yours.

earlier in the day, he had asked you to stay late at the office with him, said it was private stuff that he wanted to discuss with you. but surely, the BAU’s boy genius had used his skills to see through your semi-flawless facade. and now he was dealing with you the only way he knew how.

and you had gotten exactly what you wanted, but at what cost? 

spencer’s cock slipped out of your hole, the tip swollen and red with anger as he teased your puffy entrance with it. he reentered with a deep groan, your pussy making an audible squelch sound as you toyed with your clit.

“i-i’ve always noticed you…” he started, “...giving me those eyes of yours during conferences… trying to get me alone at any possible chance…”

your face pressed into a pile of paperwork, mewls and moans and little sobs slipping from your parted lips. a harsh slap landed on your ass, making you squeal.

“...and you really thought you’d get away with it, huh? or maybe you just wanted this outcome. smart girl…”

the rapid, almost painful rhythm of his thrusts adjusted to a softer pace, the brutal abuse on your cervix reaching a halt. you panted greedily, arching your back against him in an attempt to feel him stretch you out again. he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, drawing sloppy threads of saliva from your lips.

“i wonder how the team’s gonna feel about this. i’d be a real shame if they found out about this little game you’ve been playing…”

your blood ran cold. it hadn’t even occuured to you that you had gotten caught in this scheme of yours. and now spencer had the power to ruin your life right in his hands. you opened your mouth, starting to beg and plead for his forgiveness, but his lips found yours and shut you up immediately.

he moved himself against you, feeling the vibrations of your whimpers jittering through his veins. he pulled away, taking your pretty face into his firm grip and staring daggers at you.

“then i guess they’ll just never find out… ”

[amell333]

Incorrect Bau quotes

*Reader getting off a call.* : ugh i don't have the energy for this.

Reader: Spence, can I stay at yours tonight?

Spencer: yeah sure… why tho?

Reader: my dad just called and said his crazy sister is satying at mine because they gotta help grandpa move back to the farm soon.

Hotch: …

Rossi: …

Reader: …

Reader: ok what is it!?

Hotch: I didn’t give you a call.

Rossi: and I’m definitely not moving to a farm… I’ve never even lived on a farm!

Reader: … haha good joke.

Them: …

Reader: … wait you’re serious!? Omg fine ‘sorry’ I meant my blood connected family members. Happy now?

Them: Much better thank you. It gets a little confusing sometimes.

Everyone+Reader: …wtf just happened  

[first-edition]

My Everything

Spencer Reid x Pregnant!reader.

Sum: You begin crying about feeling useless nearing the end of your pregnancy and spencer comforts you.

Cw- fluff, mention of pregnancy, crying.

Dont cancel for me on the grammar this is just a super short little Drabble.

Your husband sits on the couch reading as you walk past him trying to hide your sniffles yet your observant lover looks your way seeing you hurry into the other room.

”love?” He calls you but you ignore him. He puts his book down and gets up from his seat following where you went. You pace silently in the kitchen your hand on your raised stomach through the extra large sweater and your other hand presses to your face.

“Hey? Whats wrong?” He asks walking up to you. Just him asking what’s wrong causes the tears you were holding in to pour down your cheeks.

“Hey..hey y/n? You okay?” He asks hurrying to you placing his hands on your cheeks pulling you to him.

“I-im sorry.” You cry out wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulls your into him kissing the top over your head.

“No no do not be sorry what’s wrong hon? Are you feeling okay?” He asks again. You shake your head.

“You wanna lay down your feel nauseous?” He asks

“N- no i..i feel useless.” You sob.

“What are you talking about?” He asks leaning back to look down at you your blotchy face and tear stained cheeks.

“I just f-feel like i c-cant do anything..o-on my own becuase i just feel so weak...” You sob out he kisses your forehead before looking back at you.

“You dont have to do anything on your own right now or ever you have me hon.” He gives you a reassuring smile although it hurts him to his core that you feel this way.

“Y-yeah but i dont wanna, rely o-on you all the time. I- i feel bad, like…like im a burden” You sniff out as he pulls his sleeve of his sweater up and over his hand wiping off your tears.

“Dont do that. Dont feel bad. I would do it a million times over again for you, I love you, i love taking care of your you’re not a burden love.” He says letting his sleeve go to brush his thumb against your cheek knowing you need his touch and not a sleeve.

“I just feel s-so useless right now.” You say sniffing wiping your eyes with the back of your hand covered in your sleeve which is now darker with your tear from earlier.

“You’re not useless, not at all. You’re re growing our child. You’re doing the most important task you can possibly do! You are my everything.” He smiles widely then proceeds to kiss all over your face making you giggle.

“Dont. Feel. Bad.” He says in between kissing your lips making you smile and tear subsiding.

“sorry.” You apologize.

“Dont. Be. sorry.” He kisses you again.

“Okay.” You answer.

“I love you and if you need help im always here.” He says its is true spencer has taken just as much time off from the fbi as you have taken off from your job to be hands on with you as much as you need. From helping you step into the shower or put on your shoes and socks. Hes the best husband anyone could ever have and hes so lucky to have you.

“I love you too.” You smile looking up at him placeing a kiss on his lips making him smile.

[neetpubby]

little doodles lalala while i was drawing my stupid ass fan fell down and smacked me in the head LOL

credit to TonyPepperoni73 on twt for the postal 4 redraw!!

[currently-reading-a-book]

A Tale of Two Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: The seemingly shy Dr. Spencer Reid is interrupting you at the library, but don't let his quiet demeanor fool you...

Genre: smut

Warning: crime scenes; talking about murder, heated kiss, made up facts (let me know if I forgot something)

Word 1118 Count: words

A/N: As always, any criticism is very welcome. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. English is not my first language. Not proofread.

Anyway, enjoy :)

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The building was huge. The dull grey walls ran through the whole building, seeming to never stop. You could easily get lost in one of the many departments of the FBI. An outsider would declare this building old and labyrinthine. However, for you, it was home or the closest place to one. Of course, you only have limited access as you’re just a trainee. You could only get inside the school side of the building, but you only needed the library to feel safe. Every possible minute of your free time you spend there. Being surrounded by piles of thick complicated books, trying to study every field of knowledge that exists. 

The sternmost part of the library was your favorite. Nobody was there and you could enjoy your peaceful solitude. This was also the part where unsolved closed cases were located. Reading through them, trying to find a repeating pattern, and making an accurate profile. Hoping the police can then find a suspect that fits the criteria. With this method, you have quite a success and solved relatively a lot of cases. That is actually how you got into the special program of the FBI. It all started when you were solving a case of strange murders your local police couldn’t solve. It turned out the priest took justice a bit too personally. You analyzed the victimology of the murders and started to make a profile. The police just needed forensic evidence, which luckily was found quickly. 

As you were nearly done with your profile on a murder case, in deep focus, someone disturbed your beloved peace. 

“You know sitting on the ground could raise your potential of getting sick by over 18%.” A shy voice stated.

Letting out a breath, you snapped your head around just to see a guy with long blond curly hair. You lowered your glance a bit and saw his ID Card. Your eyes shot open. You're on your feet within a few seconds. “This can’t be true, can it?” you thought.

“You’re Dr. Spencer Reid!”, you said, a bit too enthusiastic.

He backed up a bit, startled by your elation. He hesitantly nods his head. Of course, you heard of him, like everybody did. Maybe you liked him a bit too much, like not everybody did. 

He worked at the Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) of the FBI and was also a professor at the academy. One of his most impressive traits was undoubtedly his intelligence. It was hard not to be impressed by the breadth and depth of his knowledge, which set him apart from others. You would often hear amazing stories about how his mind solved cases. He was incredibly skilled at what he did and a huge role model for many, also for you. Working with him was always a dream for many and again of course you dream about it too, maybe even more than others. “Suddenly, you remember your position. You’re a forensics student and he was an agent, even a doctor to begin with. Another point would be that you had a crush and didn’t want to scare him away.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was too excited,” you slowly admitted, locking down.

Embarrassment was written across your chubby face. He took a step closer, gaining confidence. He smelled incredible, masculine yet fresh and pine. Just like you imagined.

“I see you’re trying to solve the “Lucifer Case” and have you gotten any further with it?”, he asked, trying to break the awkwardness.

You look into his eyes, trying to read him. Confused why he would show any interest in you, you try to find out any motive by analyzing his body language, but you can’t find anything too convincing. A moment later he was standing beside you, looking through the files spread around you on the floor.

“I was just about to finish my profile before you interrupted, Doctor Reid”, you told him quietly. Your shyness got the best of you. 

“Oh, please call me Spencer, Y/N”, he responded promptly, “and I apologize for interrupting you.”

Your cheeks heated up. Looking at him shocked, he looked back smiling. Too astounded to notice that he had called you by your name, which you hadn’t told him yet. 

“Wait, how do you know my name?”, she questioned him embarrassingly late.

His smile got bigger. Even though he was close before, he reduced their distance some more. Now your back was pressing against the bookshelf, unable to escape his intense gaze. 

“Your reputation precedes you, Miss Y/L/N.” he hushed seductively. 

You swallowed hard, staying quiet. “What could this mean?”, you thought to yourself. Everybody in the study facility always said Spencer Reid was a shy nerd, but now you’re standing in the library with him towering over you.

“I was very impressed by your profile of the Cryptic Puzzle Killings,” he whispered into your ear, “it was a genius profile.” His voice was sending shivers down your spine.

“Doctor Reid,” you stuttered, but then interrupted you.

“it’s Spencer, remember?” You couldn’t think straight anymore. “I was holding back too long, I couldn’t resist any longer Y/N, please forgive me for my bad-mannered roughness,” he muttered as his lip brushed faintly over your neck. This was the moment your breath stopped. Am I dreaming? 

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he muttered as he placed sloppy kisses around my neck.

“No, don’t stop.” That was the only thing you could say; his hands feeling too good on you. How he griped your hips pressing your hips more into his clothed erection. Feeling his touch like hot burns all over your body.

“I needed to use this opportunity,” he breathed .

As you wanted to reply to his confession, all of a sudden, another voice was calling for Spencer.  Your cheeks flushed even more at the thought of getting caught with Spencer at this situation.

“Spencer, I said I would talk to her!” A stern voice was speaking with such authority. 

Spencer quickly stepped back, taking all his warmth with him. You were looking around, overwhelmed with the situation, trying to figure out what was happening. Still feeling hot after your heated situation with Dr. Reid. Spencer was now around two meters apart from you, smiling at you shyly. His duality will kill you someday. 

“Hotch I am here,” he quickly yelled back.

Whispering a quick apology to you before the tall black-haired guy showed up before us. His firm eyes looked into yours. He was standing in front of you with a straight face. Frankly, he seemed like a strict guy who didn’t understand any jokes. You’re starting to get the feeling that you did something bad. Your mouth got dry.

“Are you Y/N/Y/L/N?” the man asked you.

You nodded your head skeptically. Unsure of what consequences it might bring.

“I am Aaron Hotch, Supervisory Special Agent and Unit Chief of the BAU,” he continued, “And I am asking you Y/N to join the team of the BAU.”

Your head began to spin. 

[reidsbookclub]

Foolish one – Spencer’s Version

To read y/n’s version click here

She was walking out of Hotch’s office the first time I saw her, my eyes directly focusing on her kind smile. What would it feel like to have a smile from her given to me? I was so focused on her I did not see Anderson walk in to the BAU kitchen, bumped into him and spilled my coffee on myself. This was not happening, clumsy Dr. Reid making an appearance today when she’s here why? Why must I always be the nerdy, lanky, clumsy genius that no girl ever likes.

As I scrambled to wipe the coffee from my shirt, I heard a soft chuckle from behind me. My heart rate picked up, and I knew who it was before even turning around.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was soft, laced with amusement but also genuine concern.

I turned, my face burning in embarrassment. Y/N stood there, her kind eyes sparkling in the fluorescent light of the BAU. Her hands were tucked into the sleeves of her sweater, giving her an endearing air of shyness, but her expression was open and warm.

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Totally fine. Just... coffee and I are usually best friends but we are have a complicated relationship at the moment," I stammered, my words running together. My cheeks burned even more, and I could only hope she wouldn’t notice. Who was I kidding? She definitely noticed. She seemed to notice everything, with those observant eyes and that patient smile.

"Well, maybe coffee isn't the best for you right now," she teased gently, her eyes drifting to my stained shirt before meeting mine again. I was stunned for a moment, caught in the ease of our brief exchange.

I wanted to say something witty, something that would make her smile like that again—at me this time, not just at my misfortune. But instead, I could only manage an awkward laugh. The kind of laugh that would play over and over in my head later, keeping me awake.

"You know, if you need help getting that stain out, I have some tips," she added, nodding towards my shirt.

"Thanks, but I think it’s a lost cause. Kind of like me," I muttered the last part, hoping she didn’t hear. But of course, she did. Because why wouldn’t she?

Her brow furrowed slightly. "Lost cause? I don’t think so, Spencer."

She said my name so easily, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly it fit coming from her. It was in that moment, hearing her say my name like that—like I was someone worth knowing—that I realized how far gone I really was.

"I mean, it’s just a coffee stain," she continued, but there was something more in her tone, something that felt like reassurance. Something that made me feel like maybe—just maybe—I wasn’t invisible to her.

But that was foolish thinking. A girl like her? She was out of my league in every possible way. She was confident, kind, and effortlessly charming. Me? I was the nerdy genius who spent more time with books than people.

I watched her walk away, heading back to her desk, but not without throwing me another small smile over her shoulder. My heart leapt, despite myself.

You are not the exception. You will never learn your lesson...

And I knew it. I knew she couldn’t possibly see me the way I saw her. But every time she smiled at me, I let hope creep in. Every kind word, every glance—it all made me hold on, even when I knew I shouldn’t.

Because maybe someday, she'd see me the way I saw her.

Tagging some friends I know are still active because idk who still is from my taglist

@samuel-de-champagne-problems

@boldlyvoid

@reidsaurora

@thedancingcostumeyoungadult

@reid-ingandweeping

@foxy-eva

@writer-in-theory

@milla984

@sadgirlml

[reidlover101]

The men in question!!

[batbitten86]

what if this fictional man’s dick is the only cure? what then? i have to die without it?

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Falling Into Place

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

Word count: 1.1k

Pairning: Aaron Hotchner x Agent!reader

Summary: Y/n navigates the evolving dynamics of her relationship with her boss, Aaron Hotchner, as their children bond during a soccer game

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A few months had passed since that first day when you brought Ava into the office, and things had shifted in small but significant ways. Hotch was no longer the distant, almost hostile boss you first met. He was warmer now, more approachable, especially when it came to Ava. You often found him engaging with her when you had to bring her around, and she had taken a shine to him as well, always lighting up when he appeared. He’d even helped with some babysitting emergencies when you were stuck at work—a gesture that hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the team.

Still, nothing much had changed beyond that. There was no crossing of professional boundaries, though you'd be lying if you said you didn’t catch yourself thinking about him in ways you probably shouldn’t. You chalked it up to the fact that he was a single dad, tall, handsome, with that authoritative presence that always made you weak in the knees. But he was still your boss, and getting tangled up with Aaron Hotchner wasn’t an option.

Today was Ava’s first soccer game, a moment you’d been waiting for ever since she started training with the girls’ group. She’d been so excited in the days leading up to it, constantly talking about her new friends and the little drills they did at practice. As you dressed her in her tiny soccer uniform—complete with matching socks and the cutest pigtails—you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable she looked.

“Mommy, do I look like a soccer star?” she asked, spinning around in her outfit.

“You look like the cutest soccer player I’ve ever seen,” you replied, crouching down to kiss her cheek.

It was a warm summer day as you both made your way to the soccer field. The air was light, and you wore a breezy short summer dress that felt perfect for the occasion. As you settled on the sidelines with other parents, you noticed a few appreciative glances your way, but your attention was solely on Ava.

The game was adorable—kids running around, occasionally kicking the ball in the wrong direction, laughing and falling over. There were no winners, no losers, just the sheer joy of playing. Ava was doing well, her little legs pumping as she chased the ball with determination. You couldn’t have been prouder, clapping and cheering for her from the sidelines.

As the game was wrapping up, you suddenly spotted Hotch making his way over, Jack and Rossi in tow. Jack, now ten, looked excited as always for his game, and Rossi was carrying a bag of equipment, cracking jokes along the way.

“Well, look who it is!” Rossi called out when he saw you, his voice warm. “The next Mia Hamm, right?”

Ava waved at Rossi with a grin, and you laughed. “She’s definitely working on it.”

Hotch approached with a smile, though it was subtle as ever, and Jack immediately ran up to you both. “Hi, Ava! That was a cool game. You play soccer like me!”

Ava’s eyes lit up. “Really? You play too?”

Jack nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’m on the big kids’ team. You wanna watch me play?”

Ava nodded eagerly, turning to you with wide eyes. “Mommy, can we stay and watch Jack?”

Before you could answer, Jack turned to Hotch. “Dad, can Ava and her mom stay a little longer? I wanna show her how good I am.”

Hotch’s gaze flicked to you, and you felt a flutter in your chest at how he effortlessly commanded attention, even in a casual setting like this. His eyes lingered on you for a moment—just a moment too long, and you swore you saw something flicker in them. You knew the look. He was trying hard not to ogle you in your summer dress, and the thought sent a wave of heat through you. But you had to push it aside.

“I don’t see why not,” Hotch finally said, clearing his throat. “We’ve got a little break before Jack’s game.”

As you sat back down, you couldn’t help but watch Hotch as he got involved with coaching Jack’s team. There was something undeniably attractive about seeing him take charge, giving instructions to the kids with his calm authority. His voice was firm but patient, and the kids clearly respected him.

Your eyes drifted over him—his strong, broad shoulders, the way he moved with confidence. It didn’t help that some of the other soccer moms on the sidelines were obviously eyeing him as well, whispering amongst themselves and giving him glances that were far from subtle. You couldn’t really blame them. Hotch was tall, dark, and ridiculously handsome, and here he was, being the perfect father and coach all at once.

Still, you had to shake the thoughts out of your head. He was your boss. You couldn’t afford to have the hots for him, especially with all those moms practically drooling over him.

Rossi, ever the observant one, noticed you watching Hotch and sidled up to you with a knowing grin. “He’s good with kids, isn’t he?”

You shot him a look. “I’m just watching the game, Rossi.”

“Sure, you are,” he replied, winking. “And I’m just here for moral support.” He glanced over at Ava, who was talking animatedly with Jack. “You know, Ava’s lucky. She’s got one hell of a mom. And between you and me, if Hotch wasn’t so damn focused all the time, he’d see it too.”

You flushed at his words. “Rossi, I—”

He raised his hands. “Hey, just saying. I see how he looks at you. And how you look at him. But you know, I think Ava wouldn’t mind if her mom found someone good.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his comment, and you looked away quickly, focusing back on the field. Rossi always knew how to get under your skin, but you appreciated his protectiveness.

As Jack’s game began, Ava tugged on your arm, asking if they could play together after the match. You glanced at Hotch, who overheard and gave you a small nod, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“I don’t see why not,” Hotch said, his gaze meeting yours again. And for a second, just a second, you felt the weight of everything between you—the unspoken attraction, the shared moments with your kids. It was all there, simmering just beneath the surface.

But for now, you pushed it aside, watching as Jack played his game while Ava cheered him on from your lap. You couldn’t help but sneak glances at Hotch every now and then, the way he handled himself as a coach, as a father. It was a dangerous game, letting yourself feel anything more for him, especially with all the other women around who clearly wanted his attention.

But something about the way he looked at you today—the way his eyes softened when they met yours—made you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was feeling it too.

[hotchnisschenford101]

At the kitchen area of the BAU,

Morgan, emily, JJ and Spencer

Morgan: ugh I’m so tired today

JJ: what did you do last night?

JJ smirks and so does Emily

Morgan: I didn’t anything like that last night, savannah was at work, I should be asking you that question Emily?

Emily: what why?

Morgan: You and Hotch?!

Emily: what about me and Aaron?

Aaron walks into the conversation

Aaron: what are we talking about?

Morgan: You and Emily

Aaron: what about us

Emily: it doesn’t matter

She taps his shoulder lightly

Morgan: I said I was tired and they were implying that me and savannah was doing the devil tango and I brought you and Emily

Aaron: well yeah Emily a wild ride

Emily: AARON!!!

They all laugh.

[ask-me-later23]

Weathering the Storm.

Spencer Reid x Reader in which Spencer comforts reader while they work through their intense storm anxiety.

Warnings: severe anxiety/fears of thunder and lightning.

A/N: I know this isn't everyone's cup of tea but hurricane is currently hitting FL and this is how I am coping. It might not help everyone but it helped meeee.

The noise was too much. It was all too much.

Between the quick flashes of light, the intense roars that followed, and the incessant scraping of branches against your window, it was all just too much.

It didn’t start off slowly, as you were used to with storms. No, this morning it seemed like the perfect fall day when you went to get coffee just down the block. You could even remember enjoying the soft breeze that brushed against you as you walked. This all seemed so far ago, so far away. 

The clouds rolled in quickly, followed in suit by the zips of lightning in the distance, and the grumbling that seemed to mock you. You hardly made it back inside before they began taunting you in full force. 

At any other moment you might have found this scene humorous. You’ve seen true horrors everyday, come face-to-face with real life monsters on a regular basis, yet here you are: sobbing and quivering over a thunderstorm. Brought to your knees by mother nature. 

But it is not any other moment. Right now you can’t even think straight. All you can focus on is how loud everything is. You clamp your hands over your ears in attempts to muffle the world around you, but it seeps through. It always does. 

A loud rapping at your door startles you, forcing out a loud whimper. Panic begins to set in. What happened? Is someone hurt? What’s going on? All questions you had no answers too. You hear the raps again, softer this time.

Suddenly, through the panicked haze, you remember Spencer was supposed to come over and drop off some case files. You attempt to move towards the door from your corner, but find all of your limbs refuse to answer to you anymore. Your fingers remain clenched to your head, and your legs are stuck curled up in front of you. Another whimper escapes your lips.

A moment passes and you think he gave up on you and left, but then you can hear the soft creak of the door being opened. How did he get in here? What if it isn’t him? What if it’s an intruder? What if-

“Y/N? The door was unlocked, I thought I heard something. Are yo-” Spencers concerned voice suddenly halts and footsteps begin rushing over to your currently hunched over body. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” You feel him kneel down next to you, a warm hand places itself on your knee, but your body jerks away from the sudden contact. His gaze burns a hole into the top of your head, but you can’t force yourself to look up and open your eyes. 

Suddenly another loud BANG goes off outside, sounding every single alarm inside your head once more, and you recoil from the noise. You hear Spencer readjust on the cold floor.

“The storm,” he whispers. Despite the softness to his tone, there is no question or uncertainty to his voice. 

You hear more shuffling, followed by footsteps walking away, and are suddenly worried he’s going to leave you. He didn’t sign up to be here for this, for you. He just came to drop off files. You might have a close bond but that does not mean he’s obligated to help. A soft sob escapes your lips, and then you hear the footsteps coming back towards you. 

“Shhh… It’s okay.” You feel him sit back down next to you. “You know it’s actually a myth that lightning can’t strike two places in the same spot. There are hundreds of places where lightning can strike twice. The Empire State Building gets struck about 100 times a year.” He moves closer. “Astraphobia is the actual name for an intense fear of thunder and lightning, and it is the third most common phobia in America. However, your actual chances of being struck by lightning are about 1 in 12,000.”

Slowly, you feel him brushing your back gently. This time you do not flinch. 

“In 1955 there was this huge thunderstorm in Belgium that set off over 40,000 pounds of explosives left over from the battle of Messines in World War 1. But the only casualty was a single cow.” You are enveloped in warmth that you didn’t know you needed as he slowly places a blanket over your shoulders. 

You can slowly start to feel yourself relaxing as you focus on his words. You stop shaking and your breathing begins to slow. “There’s a thunderstorm that forms regularly over Tiwi Islands that they named ‘Hector the Convector’ from September to March.” He pulls you in closer, hugging you tightly with one arm through the blanket. You slowly regain feeling into your limbs and lean into him. 

“Aristotle used to believe that thunder was caused by a collision of the clouds,” he continued his rambling as he cupped his other hand across your face.

“Thank you,” you manage to croak out. He wipes the tears away from your face and you finally manage to look up at him. His disheveled curls looked all over the place, yet framed his face perfectly. His brows were pushed together and the corners of his lips turned down in concern. “You don’t have to stay…it’s okay.”

As if wanting to make you seem a fool, mother nature sent another loud roar your way, causing you to shrink right back into his arms. “I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re okay.” His arms gripped you securely. 

You both stay there for the rest of the night, even after the clouds dissipate and the storm calms. You don’t say much, just sit wrapped in each other’s arms in comfort.

[blackdollette]

"riding the ride." | spencer reid

get free. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: it was a win-win for you. you could finally shut spencer up, and managed to get a good orgasm too.

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.6k

contents: cunnilingus, cum-eating, snowballing (inverted), not proofread

date night. the one night a week where neither of you were working late and finally had the chance unfold in each other’s arms.

as cool breeze blew through the living room window as you flipped through tv channels, spencer’s arm wrapped around your torso as you rested your head on his chest. “what do you feel like watching tonight?” you asked, his thumbs rubbing slow circles onto your flesh. “i don’t mind, baby. i’m not picky.” you nodded, clicking the down button on the remote and landing on a reality show.

spencer hissed and you looked back at him. “what’s the matter?” you asked. “i don’t mind it, but i’m just worried about you. you know i found a really intresting article about reality tv. statistics show that around 47% of people use them as guilty pleasures and 92% of that is the female population who admit that they feel pressure to conform to the unrealistic beauty and relationship standards portrayed in the shows. besides, everything is one-hundred percent staged anyway.”

with each word he spoke, you felt braincells getting killed off in your brain. you nodded, consdiering what he said. “alright then. no reality tv, got it.” you scrolled further down the tv guide, landing on a horror film this time. but he spoke again. “are you sure you wanna choose that, babe? horror movies have been proven to desensitize viewers to violence, major disturbances and other dangers, which may all end up messing up your perception of risks.”

you felt your eye twitching as he droned on. you decided to find something that he couldn’t nitpick and analyze. you click on a weather forecast. boring, monotonous, but no dangers in sight. or so you thought. “did you know tha-” you rolled your eyes, snapping at last. “god, don’t you ever get tired of working that mouth of yours?” 

you squirmed at how provocative the statement came out. surprised at your outburst, spencer smiled proudly. “i have yet to, darling.” his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you in even closer to him. you rose an eyebrow, eyes narrowing at him ever so slightly. ���is that a challenge, spence?” he caught a glimpse of the cheeky grin on your face in the corner of his eye. 

as the weather man blabbed on in the background, your face lit up as an idea popped into your head. you clicked the off button on the remote, making the tv screen turn black. you crawled so that you were fully sat on his lap, your hands starting to play with his hair as you whispered in his ear. “i’ve got a better idea for date night…”

spencer reid, the human computer who could sense even the slightest change in atmopshere seemed to be having a malfunction as you gently pressed his face into your chest. his breath heat up, the warmth seeping throug the thin fabric of your tank top. you moved your hips against his lap, taking the air from his lungs. “how about i put that tongue of yours to good use..?”

it was at this moment that he knew he was powerless. his hands were at your waist, clinging to them like he was afraid to let you go. his eyes trailed down to where your two body connected, taking in the sight of your legs in those little pajama shorts. he brought his hand down and began twirling the drawstring between his fingers, gazing up at you with those deep brown eyes. he tugged at the waistband, silently begging for the shorts to come off. you grinned, seeing that he was finally lost for words. “use your words, spence…” you never thought you’d have to tell spencer to speak, but here you were, watching as he struggled to formulate basic english.

he pressed his chin into your soft chest, muttering under his breath. “can you take ‘em off, hon..?” his biceps flxed slightly under his t-shirts as his grip tightened. you dug your thumbs under the waistband of your shorts, giving him a teasing glance of your bare hips and listening to his breath hitch.

you grinned as his eyes widened like saucers at the sight of your panties. “why don’t you lie down for me, spence.” he nodded, following your command in an instant like an obedient puppy. you stood up from the couch, his eyes glued to your body as you finally took off your shorts, letting them fall to the ground before kicking them off your feet.

the tension in the room grew thick enough to cut through as you lowered yourself onto his chest, not wanting to move too fast. spencer was panting like a dog, eyes triling down to where you cunt with covered by that pesky little strip of fabric. he longed to tear it with his teeth, to finally have access to the honey between your legs.

you slowly rose up once again, crawling slowly until you were hovering over his face. spencer’s mouth watered at the area of saturated fabric that was the perfect telltale of your arousal. your hips swayed slightly, hypnotizing him and making that familiar sizzle burn in this grey sweatpants.

a taste of heaven was just a touch away, and he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. you took a deep breath. “a-alright, just lemme know when you’re rea-” he couldn’t bear the torture any longer. he grabbed your ass, tearing off your panties and connecting his lips with your dripping cunt. 

completely taken by surprise, you yelped, gripping the couch cushion as your whole body tensed. he was going at it like a starved dog, his tongue greedily lapping up all your juuices as he tossed the leftover fabric of your panties to the side, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass as he flicked his tongue over your puffy clit.

he groaned deeply as he finally tasted you, desperate to have you. his pulsating cock twitched in his pants, begging to be let free. he bucked his hips into the air, moving against anything he could. “you taste so good, baby…” he muttered into your pussy, moving a hand down to rub quiet circles on your clit.

you tossed your head back in pleasure, grinding against his face as he found the perfect rhythm between his tongue and his fingers. he jutted his tongue in and out of your hole, hasilty bringing a hand down to his sweatpants and needily palming himself through the plush fabric. the contact made his vision go starry, the abundance of pleasure doing wonderful things to his head.

he snaked his hand into his pants, whipping out his precum-glazed cock. the tip was red and swollen from being neglected for so long. he gave himself a few lazy strokes, more focused on your right then than anything else. 

his tongue ventured deep inside of your hole, desperate to taste every fold and crevice. you were sure that he wasn’t even breathing at this point. he was completely drunk off the taste of your body. he pumped his cock at a more rapid pace, feeding his moans into your core and sending powerful vibrations through you.

the base of his hand slapped against his balls each time he went back down, his thumb ghosting against his tip when he came back up again. the living room filled with the succulent noises of him devouring you like your were his last meal.

your back arched as he suckled your hard pearl between his lips. you attempted to rise up from his face to let him have a breath of air, but he gripped you even tighter. “c’mon baby, i’m not done yet…” he had your cum pouring down his neck, grool bubbling from his lips and nostrils. he was making an absolute mess of you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

his hips violently thrusted into his fist as the sounds of your moans and whimpers fueled his desire even more. he growled into you, eating you up like a starved predator who had finally caught its prey. your legs clenched aorund his head, nearly suffocating him. you rode his face rapidly, tits bouncing through your tank top.

the sight from above made him run wild. he moved his hand from your hip, sneaking it under your shirt and starting to knead your breasts, toying with your hard nipples.

you were so close to reaching such a satisfying climax. every nerve in your body was responding to his intimate touch, never wanting him to stop. your hands grabbed his hair as the band in your stomach snapped, utnring you into a screamed mess as thick white liquid cascaded out of your pussy.

he hungrily lapped up every last drop, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. his cock had ejaculated hot strings of cum so far that they had hit your back, painting you like a piece of art. he took his time finished you off like the last scoop of a sweet dessert before finally letting you off his face. as you got back to your feet, he sat up and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, feeding your cum into your mouth and groaning softly. “...see how good you taste, my love..?”

your lips began to swell at how deeply he took you in, the heat in your body reaching an all time high. after several long minutes, he pulled away from you, a string of saliva connecting you two before breaking. he looked down, seeing the cummy mess on his t-shirt. but it was nothing compared to what streamed down his neck. you giggled softly, patting him on the cheek. “such a messy boy…”

he stood up from the couch, picking up your shorts for you. “how about we take this date night to the shower? would you like that, baby?” you smiled, nodding as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. he walked away with you, a smle on his face and a sticky mess flowing down your inner thighs.

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[amell333]

His own personal desk pet. S.R

HELLO this is my fist ever fic pls Iwould love to hear what you guys think and i hope you will like my first ever fic! enjoy!

!!English is not my first languge!!

summary: Spencer like having you sitting near or on his desk, he like being able to have you close to him so he can hold you, but sometimes forgets you're not the only onse there. but can you blame him he loves having his own personal desk pet. especially one as cute and pretty as you. but just bc you can doesn't mean others can.

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Content Warnings: none really just dr Reid being cute and needy. And reader being a litte embarrassed. just fluff yk.

Spencer had never really liked the idea of physical contact with another person. He didn’t like handshakes nor sitting too close to people where they were almost touching. Going his way out to mostly avoid having to touch another person. You could say he is a bit of a germophobe if you would.

But that was before you.

Everybody at the BAU knew Doctor Spencer Reid had a massive soft spot for you, ever since you walked in the doors at the FBI, the moment he laid his eyes on you he knew he was hit, Spencer had fallen for a person he didn’t even know the name of at the time, hell even the whole FBI knew how much he liked you, everyone except you. For a member of the BAU you had an extremely impressive knowledge on criminals and murder, but when it came to love you were facing a wall almost stupid on the subject of love.

You were so oblivious that you never noticed how all of his rules was thrown out the window the second you it came to you. You never noticed how his touches would linger on you’re shoulder when explaining something to you or how he would scooch closer to you when you all set at the round table going over a case, or in the jet how the seat next to you was always reserved for him. You never saw how he would stare at you with his adorable big brown puppy dog eyes like if he didn’t, he would be striped of all life.

Being the same age and having common interests made the two of you inseparable from the start, oh and ofc Spencer’s massive crush on you. You two had been best friends for almost 6 years now and in these last 6 years Spencer’s crush had only been grooving bigger and bigger.

“Earth calling Doctor Reid! You there pretty boy? Or are you too busy making lovey eyes to you’re crush over there?” Morgans voice snaped Spencer out of the spell like trance you had put him in.

“What?” not really hearing what he said, Spencer only then looked back at Morgan, locking eyes with him. Spencer’s eyes getting used to looking at something closer again needed some time to adjust. “Sorry? what did you say again? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Snickers could be heard from not only Morgan but also JJ, Emly and Rosi, “Man she got you hooked pretty boy huh? You sure that shot to the leg didn’t effect your braid as well?” spencer still confused didn’t  get time to answer before the sound of  JJ’s voice broke the laughter.

“Guys Hotch just texted we got a case”

And only a few minutes later there they were sitting around the round table explaining the case. You sitting next to Spencer, like always. No one really had seats around the table that was theirs, but you and Spencer did no one had ever mentioned it or even talked about it, but everyone on the team knew it. it was an unspoken rule. No one sits next to Spencer unless it’s you.

Spencer scooted closer to you while the quick briefing was happening, not really completely listening but enough to drop his point of view on the different point’s of the statements on the murders here and there, before randomly info dumping something only just related to the case at hand, no Spencer was far to busy loving the heat you’re  body gave off you’re arm touching his. He loved how warm you were. But once again he was broken from his thought’s by a voice.

“Ok guys wheels up in 20”

Spencer turned his head to you. You’re pretty face already looking at his face. “So see you on the jet. Save me a seat ok” it wasn’t really a question because you know he would he always did.

And like always there you were sitting next to him, you where almost sitting on his lap with how close together you were sitting, but neither of you minded, his hand around you’re waist and chit resting ever so gently on you’re shoulder.

You didn’t fly for long before landing and getting of the jet. The drive to the small town station wasn’t that bad either, it was a small town on a big land a lot of desert with not so much town. When you and the team walked in Spencer’s hand still hadn’t left you’re body it was still ever so gently resting on the small of you’re back.

Having been introduced to the sharif and the people you were going to work with. Next thing was splitting into teams on who were going where and doing what, and with Spencer’s injury it was not hard to see he was going to have to work from the station.

“So who’s staying with Reid at the station?”

Darek was quick to shot a look between you and Spencer before saying. “actually I think Pretty boy is going to be most comfortable staying here with Y/N here more then any of us others” Spencer stopped and looked over at you expectingly.

The other’s looked over to you. You feeling and uncomfortable feeling having all eyes staring at you waiting for an answer Hotch’s voice sounded “Y/N? you’re ok with staying here with Dr Reid?”

“Of curse I’ll stay here with Spence! Can’t have him getting lonely now can we.” You said with an adoring smile on you’re face. “Grate you two stay here and see what you can find on victimology and see what’s may connect the victim in any way’s. sharif could you find a desk for the two of them they can use as work station?”

“Sure yeah of curse, I’ll go find 2 desks for the two of you-“ he was quickly cut off by Spencer. “No one will be fine, we have no problem sharing a desk.” Quick looks was shared between the team. You’re voice rung out. “yeah one is fine I have no problem sharing a desk with Spence.”

“ very well then, I’ll go find and clear a desk you guys can use. In the meantime you can just wait here.” The sharif went off to find a desk you could use. Not even a minute later he came back, and showed you and Spencer to the desk. “well we should get started now huh?” you asked Spenser. He responded with a nod and a dorky smile.

Hours later you were sitting on the desk with you’re legs crossed with a Spencer leaning up against you’re thigh. The news had in someway slipped out to the press and the phones were going off like crazy. “ We know who his next victim is. I’ll go outside and deliver the news to the team.” And with that you hopped off the table and walked out the back door.

and around 5 minutes later a female cop walk up to the desk you only 5 minutes ago were siting on. “So I se you’ve been working hard huh you deserve a teat here I brought you some coffee from the coffee machine.” Handing the Warm cup To Spencer he thanked her knowing damn well he wasn’t even going to thing about drinking it.

Spencer didn’t pay much attention to her or what she was saying to be honest, that was until she leaned half sat herself on the desk not only that but a little too close to him touching his arm. Spencer almost panicked but calmed himself. “please don’t touch me nor sit on my desk I’m a bit of a germophobe.” He said as calmly as he could

“A germo-what? But you let that other girl full on sit on the desk and she was touching you? That doesn’t make any sense buddy.” She said almost offended. “ yeah but she’s different. She’s so much different then you.” With that said she stormed off. And didn’t approach the team again especially not Spencer or you.

 But at the end of the day you caught the killer. And was packing up to go back home. You and Spencer was the fist in the jet. “spence?...” Spencer was confused by the tone and turned around. When he did he did see a smile on you’re face like always you’re expression was impossible to read. It scared him. What if he had did something wrong? Had he done something to make you sad or mad? He didn’t know and he couldn’t read you. It scared him.

“spencer am I different to you then others?” the question made him panic. “Wh-what are you talking about of course not-“ he was quickly cut off by you’re voice. “Spence I heard what you said to the female cop.” Silence the only thing there could be heard was the steps you took to take you closer to him.

“ you- you heard that?! I can explain ok! It’s no because you’re different! I mean you are diff-“he was cut off by the soft touch of you’re lips on his. He was surprised but quick to kiss back, scrabbling with his hands to hold the sides of you’re face. “I like you Y/N. I like you a lot, I would even say I love you but I would want to scare you away like that.” “I like you a lot to but..” he was quick to think of the worst. “but?...” “ but I would love you if you took me on a date.” The smile returning to his face. “of course! Of course I will” hugging you with a smile.

The happy little session you had was cut off with a loud “fucking finally!” you and Spencer turned around to see the whole team standing there. You were embarrassed. Realizing they had probably seen it all or at least most of it. “my man! So you finally got the girl” ohh man this was going to be a long flight home for you and Spencer.

AGHHHH MY FIRST FIC!!  I really hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. and I wish you beautiful ppl a good morning/afternoon/night:33333

[first-edition]

You Agian

Spencer Reid x reader

Spencer gets out of prison and the first person he goes to see is you.

Smut, pinv, slight breeding kink, choking kink, pet names, crying, talk of prison.

Your phone sits on the kitchen table buzzing under the loud music that plays in yours and Spencer’s shared apartment not hearing it.

You clean the floors, windows, sheets, pillows, everything head to toe. Your usual nervous reck cleaning. You haven’t heard from him in 3 days and last time that happens he had gotten inderservallce.

You sigh putting your head against the mantle and turn the music down the feeling of wanting to cry coming up but not actually any tears fall.

You hear a small buzzing coming from the other room as you walks twoards your phone seeing Penelope.

“Hey.” You say

“God finnaly!! Spencer got out of prison today! I’ve been trying to reach you!” She says frantically your body freezes as you hear her words.

“Yeah we was supposed to come by and talk to Hotch but he’a not here-“ the sound of keys rattling and the door opening makes you hang up the phone and slowly walk out of the room to your front room.

The tall genius your so in love with back faces you as he hangs up his jacket. He turns to find you in his eye sight. And a smile immediately forms on his face but is taken away by your sob. You run over to him hugging him throwing your arms around his neck he pulls you into him his arms hugging your waist. Hurrying his head into your neck inhaleing the scent he’s missed for so long.

“Your home!” You sob out he pulls back only for you to share a kiss deep and longing although it gets more passionate as he picks you up your legs wrapping around his waist. His hands against your back. Your fingers run through his hair longer than before the stubble against his face brushing against yours.

He walks you both to your room laying you down against the bed the fresh plush sheets engulfing you with warmth as his kisses move down your neck.

“S-Spence wait..” you say he pulls back looking at you.

“Arnt you supposed to be with hotch?” You ask gasping as you feel his large hand move up your side under your shirt.

“Yes..” he says placing kisses on you neck and face.

“Y-your team needs you.” You reply feeing his hand move down your front unbuttoning your pants.

“But I need you.” He says into your neck leaving a kiss. You completely melt to him pulling his face up to you kissing his lips. His hips rest between yours. Grinding against you letting you feel how hard he already is because of you.

You moan into the kiss as he pulls your shirt up and over your head and then discarding of your bra.and pulling off his shirt briefly pulling his lips away for you before letting them rest inbetween your breasts his large hand taking one in palm and giving it a squeeze as his kisses move down your stomach.

He scrambled to pull of your pants and underwear along with his. His large erect never standing ready for your wet cunt. The man you missed for 3 months. His sent, his feel, his voice, everything about him. You can’t help but feels tears in your eyes as his lips kiss down you neck and hands run across your body. As if trying to get as much of you in as he can before he has to leave again.

You try your best to hold it in but you can’t tears begin to stream down your cheeks as you whimper holding back a sob. Spencer looks up to you seeing you now crying worried that he did something to bring this up. He knows that you missed him but he wonders if something else is wrong.

“Hey..” he places his hand on your cheek wiping your cheek with his thumb.

“Y/n? Baby?” He asks looking into your eyes worried.

“What’s wrong?”

You shake your head no pulling him down in a kiss but he pulls back after your lips touch.

“No no no look at me. What’s wrong?..” he asks

“Y-you’re going to leave again.” You cry. He presses his lips against your forehead head kissing you and shaking his head.

“No…no I’m not. I’m not leaving you. I’m not leaving you ever again.” He says pressing his forehead against yours.

“B-but the team and h-Hotch.” You sniff wiping your face

“I’m only going to Hotch to tel him I’m resigning I can’t be away from my girl that long anymore.” He says and he’s telling the truth over the years of working for the bau the only expenses he’s ever had was rent and food. The next one is an engagement ring for you but he has plenty of money put away enough to last you both three lifetimes and he wants to spend them with you.

“I’m not going anywhere. I love you too much for that. We can stop if you want” He says you nod.

“I love you too. I don’t want to stop I want you.” You say he nods his heart skipping a beat as you shift your hips your cunt hitting his dick. He pulls back a bit and lines himself up slowly pushing into you.

Tighter than you both remember. Being celibate for 3 months after fucking almost every time he’d have a day off. You’ve forgotten just how large your boyfriend is.

You gasp as he enters you your nails digging to his back as he slowly moves his hips back and forth letting you get used to him. Almost feeling like a virgin all over again.

Completely settled in you he begins to move tougher.

“F-fuck I missed you.” He groans out his hand gripping your breast. He surprises you a bit with how rough he’s being but you absolutely adore it you know that prison can change someone but never knew it can make them this horny.

“Y-yes spence ah!” You moan

“What? Like that?” He asks moaning out as he drives deeper into you making your back arch and moan. He grips your hips ramming into you. Watching your fucked out expression from where your connected.

You reach out your hand finding his and bringing it up to your neck. He takes the hint and wraps his hand around your throat pressing. Something you’ve only done once but that once you couldn’t get it out of your head.

He chuckles “you like that baby? Hmm? When I fucking choke you out?” He asks kissing your cheek

“Ngh y-yes!” You moan his other hand moves down rubbing your clit with his thumb sending you over the edge making you clench around him. He sharply inhaled at your movement.

“S-shit” he gasps continuing his action as you cum around him.

“F-fuck yes, like that, cum for me.” He says moving his hand off your neck kissing you as you whimper and squirm under him he pulls up your leg over his shoulder drilling into you.

“I-in me please…please!” You whine your finger running through his hair knowing exactly what he likes.

“I wouldn’t do anything else baby.” He replies kissing your lips again as he cum his thrusts sloppy as he sits inside you allowing you to orgasam for the second time.

Completely happy you both make eye contact seeing each others blissed faces making you both laugh.

He pulls back pushing his hair out of his face. As he gets up

“S-stay there baby. Just like that.” He says leaning down to his pants pulling out his phone opening it and going to his camera holding it out taking a picture of you. Gorgeous to him absolutely ravishing. Your blushed body, hickey bruised body cunt seeping his cum. Fucking beautiful.

For that past year out of the four you’ve been together Spencer has taken a picture of you after every “session.” You we’re first skeptical about it but after realizing it helps him on long cases or when your working late, just being able to see what other people could never, makes you both happy. He frowns before putting his phone down coming back to you.

“I’m sorry for being gone too long.” He says kissing you neck which he accidentally bruised.

You shake your head no.

“It wasn’t you fault Spence..you’re here now.” You smile wrapping your arms around him.

“No i love it. Like a little necklace” you smile he chuckles after cleanup you up he comes back to you and climbs into bed, he carfully pulls up the covers over you and him as he pulls you close to him.

[thegirlinmaroonsweater]

My favourite part about Criminal minds (besides drooling over Mr.HOTchner ) is the quotes at the beginning and the end.

They hit close to home often than not.