#spender reid fic

[emilysholster]

Lunch Break (David Rossi x Reader)

Summary: you surprised an injured David during his lunch break

Tags: NSFW, mentions of injury, dry humping, oral sex (blow job, face-fucking), dirty talk/praising, takes place in office, bau team overhears, (fem!reader)

Translations: tesoro (darling), amore mio (my love), oddio ([oh] my god), gattina (kitten), bella (beautiful)

A/N: my frustration at the lack of rossi fics led to this. I’m about halfway through the show right now so I’m sorry if this doesn’t align with canon or is ooc!

Miss you.

You smiled at the text on your phone as you stepped out of the elevator and onto the BAU’s floor. You’d been able to push back a few meetings at work, giving you just enough time to come by the headquarters to surprise David with lunch. He’d flown in late last night after spending a week away on a case and truth be told, you had missed him quite a bit.

Takeout bag in hand, you knocked on his office door. The bullpen was fairly empty considering it was lunch time, and you made a mental note to say hi to David’s team before you left. In the time that you two had been dating, you’d gotten to know them well and had become close with the girls especially.

“Come in,” his voice called from inside. Smiling, you opened the door. “Surprise…oh.” Your smile faltered when you saw your boyfriend at his desk, with his right arm in a sling.

David grinned upon seeing you. “Tesoro, what’s all this?” Ignoring your incredulous look, he stood and attempted to pull you into a one-armed embrace.

“Dave, what the hell?” You exclaimed, placing the takeout bag onto his desk and grabbing his outstretched arm. “What happened to you?”

“What, this?” David looked down at his sling and then back to you, a dismissive look on his face. ��It’s nothing. Just a shoulder injury. I’ll be back to normal in no time.”

“‘Just a shoulder injury?’” You couldn’t believe him. “I thought we agreed you would tell me if anything happened in the field, no matter what? Do you know how much I worry about you when-”

“Y/N,” David interrupted you, putting a hand on your cheek. “I promise you, I’m okay. I didn’t tell you about this because it really isn’t that bad of an injury.”

He pulled you into a tight embrace and you gave in this time, breathing in his scent. “You have enough on your plate amore mio,” he whispered into your hair. “Don’t worry about me.”

“That’s for me to decide,” you grumbled against him.

“Come on, Y/N,” he sighed, gently moving your head so that you were facing him. “Don’t be mad at me. Don’t I deserve a kiss? I caught the bad guy and have the injury to prove it.” He smirked down at you.

You tried to fight back a smile but failed. “I suppose,” you said before bringing your mouth to his. David wrapped his good arm around you and pressed you close against him as the kiss deepened.

His tongue made its way into your mouth, making you moan as he savoured your taste. You could feel his hard-on through his pants as you pushed yourself against his front, earning an approving groan from him.

You pulled away, grinning. “Already? You must’ve really missed me.”

“Always,” he said, before kissing along your jaw. You sighed softly and turned your head to expose your neck for him, but not before seeing him wince as he shifted his arm.

“David, I saw that.” You pushed his head away as he groaned in protest. “I’m fine, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes at his stubbornness. “Fine my ass. I may not be the profiler but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” Before he could protest again, you walked him backwards until he was back in his chair, lunch completely forgotten.

“Bullpen’s empty. Is Hotch in his office?”

David smirked up at you, liking where this was going. “No.”

Gently, you straddled him, making sure that his arm was comfortably positioned and that you weren’t putting any weight on it. The skirt you were wearing was now bunched up around your hips, and David brought his hand down to rest on your exposed behind. “Now,” you smiled, lightly grinding down onto his erection. “Where were we?”

“Fuck,” David muttered before your lips met each other again. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his constrained cock beneath you through the thin fabric of your panties. Grinding harder to get more stimulation to your clit, you felt David’s hips begin to match your movements as he rubbed himself against you. The feeling of his length against your mound was enough to get you to throw your head back and moan in pleasure.

“Look at you,” David panted from underneath you. “Already a mess without me even getting my cock out.” He buried his hand in your hair and further exposed your neck so he could sloppily trail wet kisses down towards your chest. “I love seeing you like this.”

“Fuck, Dave,” you whimpered as you continued to dry hump him. “You feel so good.”

You could feel the knot within you tightening and you buried your head into David’s shoulder, biting down to stifle the moans threatening to spill out of you. “That’s it, gattina,” he hissed, breath hot in your ear. “Come for me, that’s a good girl.”

The fabric of his shirt muffled your moans as you rode out your orgasm, feeling waves of pleasure wash through you. You slumped against him, trying to regain your breath as he gently caressed you.

Once you were ready, you snaked one hand into his hair, gently pulling his mouth back to yours. David groaned as you nipped his lower lip while you trailed your hand down his chest until you were palming his erection through the fabric of his pants. You dragged your nails over the area, eliciting a needy moan from David, clearly wanting more.

You got off his lap and sank to your knees before unbuckling his belt. Ever the gentleman, he pulled his coat off from his chair, and balled it up to for you to use as a knee pad before tugging his pants and boxers down with your help.

You could almost drool looking at his now freed cock, glistening with precum. You gave it a few pumps, admiring its swollen appearance and the thick veins that ran along it. Looking up at him through your lashes, you brought its tip to your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and savouring the taste of his precum.

“Oddio,” David groaned as you slowly took him into your mouth. “How I missed this.” His office was soon filled with the lewd sounds of your mouth slurping around his cock and both of your moans intermingling in the thickening air.

You used one hand to pump the base of his cock while your tongue elicited a string of curses from David’s mouth. “Gattina,” he grunted from above you. “You’re a sight to see.”

He brought his good hand down to gently brush away the hair sticking to your forehead, which was slick with sweat. You moaned around his cock, sending pleasurable vibrations down it, and you could hear his breathing become erratic.

David’s eyes were trained on you, lips parted as he watched you release his cock, a trail of saliva and precum clinging to your lips, before dragging your tongue from the base to the tip. “Yes, that’s it,” David groaned, throwing his head back. “Such a good girl for me.”

You looked up and took pleasure in the sight of him: damp with sweat, tie askew, and his dark hair tousled. Bringing his cock back into your mouth, you felt it twitch against your tongue, indicating he was close.

Intent on bringing about his release, you picked up your pace, pumping his cock harder with your fist. “Shit, bella,” he grunted from above you. Unable to help himself, he began thrusting his cock into your mouth.

“F-fuck,” he groaned. You braced yourself by placing your hands on his knees, relaxing your throat to allow him in deeper. “Oh, just like that,” he moaned as he fucked your mouth. “Yes, yes,” David grunted. “God, Y/N, I’m..f-fuck.”

His hand fisted your hair, holding you in place as his cock pulsed and released his cum into your mouth. He moaned your name repeatedly between expletives as his load shot down your throat, and he watched with lust in his eyes as you swallowed it down before releasing his cock from your mouth.

You wiped your mouth and stood up as David pulled his pants back up. “Come here,” he said, pulling you down into his lap. You grinned down at him before his lips captured yours in a bruising kiss. David loved being able to taste you in his mouth and never shied away from kissing you after you pleasured him.

“Thank you for that tesoro,” he mumbled against your lips. Drawing back, he smirked up at you. “Does this mean I’m forgiven now?”

“Only if you promise that you’ll always tell me if anything happens to you,” you said, giving him a look. “For real this time.”

“Promise,” he said before pulling you back into a deep kiss, unable to get enough of you. You couldn’t help rocking your hips against him and could already feel him getting hard again beneath you. A soft moan escaped your lips, your clit welcoming the stimulation as David pressed you ever closer. But before you could even think about round two, your phone began buzzing on his desk. Your meetings.

“Shit,” you exclaimed, gently maneuvering off of David, much to his disdain. “I’m sorry baby I have to go.”

He sighed dramatically, mourning the loss of contact. “Fine. But you know I won’t be satisfied until I have you bent over and coming on my cock.”

You smirked at him as you cleaned yourself up, trying to ignore the spark that seemed to travel straight to your clit at his words. “Walk me out?”

“Of course.” David rose, and you quickly made him look presentable before the two of you stepped out of his office. Unfortunately, it seemed like his team had come back from lunch a while ago. And judging from the looks on their faces, had heard everything.

JJ, Emily, and Derek looked at you with shit-eating grins as you and Dave descended the steps. Spencer was facing away from you at his desk, but you could see the tips of his ears were tinged pink.

“Have a good break, Rossi?” Derek smirked.

“Oh that must’ve been a really great lunch you brought him, Y/N.” Emily cackled as your face warmed from their jokes. You could see JJ behind her, trying to stifle her own laughter.

David just rolled his eyes. “Ignore them,” he whispered to you before calling over his shoulder, “Don’t you guys have work to do?”.

Their snickers could be heard as the two of you made your way to the elevator, and you couldn’t help but giggle at David’s annoyance.

He pressed a kiss into your hair, breathing in the smell of your shampoo as the elevator arrived. “Come to mine after work,” he said, almost pleadingly, as you stepped in. “I miss having you in my bed.”

“You know you don’t have to tell me twice,” you grinned. You pressed a quick peck to his lips before stepping back and letting the elevator doors close, excited for tonight.

[tereresrock]

i know we all agree that spencer reid is a boobs guy but i get a lil weak in the knees just by thinking about him seeing you come into work with a tight dress (nothing too revealing but you have your curves) and going to get a grab of your ass the minute you’re left alone

[kikis-writing-world]

51/49 - S. Reid

Summary: Set during s11e18, Spencer and Reader share a quiet moment pondering the next generation of the BAU Family as they watch over the newborn.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader, established relationship, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 1.3k

Rating: PG. All works on this blog are for 18+ consumption. Warnings include, but aren’t limited to: spoilers for/allusions of the events of s11e18 but no graphic details. Fluff. It is implied that reader is shorter than Spencer. Written as F!Reader, but there are no pronouns and could be read as GN!Reader. If I did miss anything, please let me know.

A/N: I am watching through Criminal Minds for the very first time and yeah, I fell down the rabbit hole. Writing a character like Spencer Reid is intimidating, but this little blurb of an idea was too cute to not attempt. Plus, it was a writing excercise to shake the rust. I hope I did him justice. Likes, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated <3

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says ’creator chooses not to use warnings’.

You watched from the hallway as Baby Boy Morgan wriggled away inside his incubator. Despite being introduced to the world before he was ready to debut, his big, curious eyes showed that he was ready to take on the world with as much gusto as his daddy. You fought the urge to press your face right up against the glass to get the best view possible. You felt like a kid outside a toy store window around Christmas, breath fogging up the glass as the magical displays danced and moved, enticing children to beg their parents for the toys.

You felt a presence next to you a moment before you felt the hand on your arm: long fingers with a familiar grip. Even if his shape hadn’t been faintly reflected in the window - the tall, lanky form topped with a tuft of messy hair that was holding out a to-go cup from one of the hospital’s vending machines - you still would have known it was Spencer approaching you.

“Hot cocoa.” He offered as the faint smell of chocolate wafted from the cup.

Your smile grew, not that you could take your eyes off of the precious newborn in the other room. You blindly reached for the cup, Spencer helpfully guiding it into your hand. “Thank you.” Your throat ached despite the soft volume you spoke at. It had been a long day and the exhaustion was starting to take over, shutting down your body. Still, you couldn’t bear to leave just yet.

“I doubt it’s very good,” Spencer continued as he joined your spectating. “The machine it came from doesn’t appear to have changed much since the early 80s, and even then it seems to be used mostly for coffee, but caffeine is the last thing any of us need right now.”

You nodded in agreement, leaning closer to his taller form. His hand slid from your arm to your back, letting you rest against him. “I’m sure you’re right. Like usual.” You hummed teasingly.  You felt Spencer laugh more than you heard it, a sharp jolt from his chest where it pressed against you. 

A comfortable silence fell, welcome after all the earlier chaos. You brought the cup to your lips, blowing gently before taking a sip. It barely tasted like anything, a mere suggestion of chocolate mixed in with the hot water, but the warmth felt nice on your sore throat. It warmed your insides, helping relief settle into your bones. It was over and everyone was safe.

“He sure knows how to make an entrance.” You mumbled softly, eyes still on the baby.

Spencer laughed again, this time the sound drifted down the nearly abandoned hallway. “He gets that from his dad.”

You giggled with him, letting your head fall against his shoulder as the silence returned. If you could bring yourself to stop watching the brand new life in the other room, to close your eyes even for a moment, you could have fallen asleep right there in the hallway while Spencer held you up.

“Is it wrong,” you mumble, surprising yourself. You hadn’t realized the thought you were having was on the verge of being spoken until you heard your voice. “Is it wrong that I kind of hoped they’d have a girl?”

Spencer didn’t answer right away but you were sure he was just processing. You could imagine the way he would blink as he took in the question, evaluating what had prompted you to say that and what line of thinking might have brought you there. “Depends on your reasoning, I suppose.” He decided.

“It’s such a boys club right now.” You huffed. “It’s all sports and trucks and bugs and mud. I love my nephews but I want a little princess to spoil. Tea parties and glitter and bows.” You trailed off, imagining having a tea party with a little girl with Savannah’s eyes, toy tiara perched atop her messy curls. Or playing barbies with a little blonde girl with JJ’s smile and Will’s drawl. You blink the thoughts away, remembering the baby boy in front of you. Who's to say he wouldn’t want to have tea parties and glitter when he grows up.

“It is statistically unlikely to have so many boys born to the team.” Spencer agreed. “According to the World Health Organization, for every 100 baby girls born there are 105 boys, meaning approximately 51% of babies born are male. The study didn’t account for outliers, such as those born with both sets of genitalia or other birth defects that may affect gender presentation, so it’s not a true 51/49 split.”

You were quiet as Spencer rambled. You knew it wasn’t something you were likely to remember and carry with you the way Spencer does, but he didn’t expect you to remember either. It was comforting to listen to him talk like it hadn’t been such a hectic day. Like everything was normal, or as normal as it ever got in your life. He continued talking about the varying factors that influence a fetus’ development as you listened, nodding along.

“Nevertheless, it’s interesting that the BAU’s next generation is all male so far. I guess it’s up to you and I to change that.” He finished.

You nearly dropped the to-go cup you had forgotten you were holding, your head snapping up as you blinked at Spencer. Your tired mind was spinning as you processed the words again and again, questioning what you had heard him say. Spencer looked away from the window as well, eyebrows furrowing as he studied your sudden reaction.

“Wh-what?” You stuttered, needing him to repeat himself. Surely you’d misheard…

“I don’t mean to assume,” He backpedaled, his cheeks tinting pink under the harsh fluorescent lighting. “I know we haven’t talked about it. About what you want from the future and where this is going…”

Spencer’s hand fell from your back as stumbled his way through an explanation, fidgeting nervously as he avoided eye contact. You set the cup of cocoa on the window ledge, barely making sure it wouldn’t fall before giving Spencer your undivided attention. You felt tears welling in your eyes as you cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

His eyes searched around the hall frantically before finally settling on you. You could see the worry and fear etched in his sweet, amber eyes, too soon after seeing it reflected for Derek, Savannah and their baby earlier in the day.

“Y-you want…” You swallowed around the lump in your through, threatening to steal the last of your voice. “With me?”

Spencer nodded, face open and earnest. “Of course I do.” He whispered, bashful but sure, as if it was as plain as the sky is blue.

You choked on the sob that tried to break free from your chest. There had been far too much crying today. You would have bet that there were no tears left in you to cry, but you would have lost that bet as a tear rolled down your cheek. You bit your lip hard to keep yourself together.

“Do you?” He asked, almost too quiet to hear. You could feel his jaw clenching under your touch, his lip trembling as his pulse jumped.

Unable to find your voice, you nodded.

Relief split Spencer’s face a split second before joy. You didn’t have time to take it in as he pulled you to him, wrapping his long arms around you and tucking his chin into the crook of your neck. Your own arms curled up under his as you clung to the soft cotton of the cardigan stretched across his back, his suit jacket long since left forgotten somewhere in one of the many waiting rooms.

You held each other as the two of you trembled, emotions running too high to contain in your mutual exhaustion. There was a lot more discussion that had to happen, and a lot more evil men to put away, but knowing that you had Spencer, and Spencer had you, and the both of you had the entire BAU - was more than enough for now.

[appledressing]

I’m so annoyed. My app reloaded. (My phone is shit) and I can’t find the fic I was reading. I’ve been searching all the words /phrases o can Renner from it and I’m tired for like an hour plus

It was a criminal minds fic, reader is an intelligence analyst not behavioural like the rest.she had taken a job one year, two years ago and left. She’s back in loan from her office. It’s awkward. I stopped where they’re in the precinct and she asks to be set up with a computer and some warrant forms.

But she’s distracted because spencer is also getting is geo profile done. So she stays all night to find information. The next morning Jotch wakes her up…

And that’s where my phone glitched.

PLEASE HELP ME!!! I’m so desperate!!!

[gayreidtruther]

sincerely doubt anyone who was once active on her w me still is lol but in case anyone is — i’m looking for a fic!! it was reid/morgan, canon divergence i think, morgan pov, where reid came along w morgan on one of the houses they flipped and they fell in love while fixing it up. it was decently long i think, a oneshot. i remember morgan noting that he was taking way longer on the house than usual specifically so he could spend more time with reid. if anyone knows the name please lmk :))

[spencerrreiddd]

HELP ME FIND THIS SPENCER REID FIC BEFORE I CRY - i thought i had it liked BUT I DONT

summary of the story: it was the truth or dare episode between JJ and Reid but instead of JJ, it was just the reader and Reid- it was reader & Reid in love the entire time and over the years instead of it being JJ

reader is married with children to an abusive man who attempts to kill her but her child saves her life.

Spencer and reader so sleep together in this story (so reader cheats on her spouse) IM LOSING IT because i can’t find this fic and i want to read it again.

Readers husband does get locked away, as he should-

OH and spender does give reader a bracelet that’s something along the lines of “always? always” engraved in it - he gave it to her on her wedding day and she kept asking him if it was the right thing to do etc

& it is a multi chapter series.. thingy!

[yourmomxx]

upcoming fics/blurbs:

Emily Prentiss x wife!reader (requested)

Derek Morgan x Reader (requested)

Derek Morgan x established relationship!reader (requested)

Spencer Reid x opposite!reader (requested)

Aaron Hotchner / Spender Reid x nurse!reader (requested)

JJ Maybank x male!reader (requested)

Lando Norris Social Media Au

Aaron Hotchner x plus size!reader (requested)

Madelyn Cline x fem!co-actress!reader (requested)

Aaron Hotchner x reader (requested)

[luveline]

I love your spencer x hotch!reader series so much!! I normally have the spender Reid tag blocked but I unblocked it specifically to read your fics. Thanks for sharing 💕💕

thanks for reading!❤️

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#5

okay but looking after oliver and warming him up after he was practicing in the rain

is that not the cutest thing ever

i’m just imagining his wet hair and melting aw he’s so cute

jess. i can't. this- this request. just- just imagine. oh my god 😍

"oliver?" you ask as you hear somebody enter your dorm room, not expecting anybody since your roomates are studying in the library.

"yeah, it's me," he annaounces and a second later, his head appears in your line of vision. as soon as you take him all in, you see his shaking form, his drenched quidditch ropes.

"were you training in the rain again?" you ask, a little concerned but mostly amused.

"...maybe," he responds, quickly running to the bathroom so he doesn't get the whole room wet.

"did you drag your poor teammates with you too?" you ask, already feeling bad for the boys. yes, you like that oliver is so passionate about something but sometimes, he just crosses the line.

"maybe," he repeats his previous answer, you closing your eyes momentarilly.

"oh, ollie," you sigh, just as he comes out of the bathroom. without missing a beat he colapses on the bed, his head landind near your shoulder. you lightly touch his cheek, checking if he maybe, possibly caught a cold. "oh, merlin, you're freezing!" you exclaim, putting down your book and wraping your arms around him, pulling him closer. "saints, oliver, how long were you out there?" you ask, now really worried about his health.

"two hours," he quietly confesses, your eyes widening. "but i let the boys go after one!"

"yeah, but still! two hours, do you know how cold it is outside? it may not be winter anymore but spring has just begun!" you whisper-yell, quickly wrapping the sheets around him. "and your hair is still wet," you comment, getting up to get a towel. "although you look adorable with wet hair, you're going to get sick if we don't dry it at least a little," you say from the bathroom, returning back to bed right after. this boy is going to be the death of himself one day.

271 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

Magical Tea

JJ Maybank x gn!reader

Word count: 569

Warnings: mentions of liquid, mentions of being touch starved, not proofread

A/N: thank you for requesting! i apologise i'm late with this request but i hope you like it nonetheless <;33

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281 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#3

The Accident

Spencer Reid x paramedic!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1677

WARNINGS: a lot of dialogue (as always), mentions of a crash, mentions of a hospital, swearing

REQUESTED: no, hurt/comfort

SUMMARY: When an accident occurs, Spencer is worried out of his mind not knowing if something bad happened to you.

A/N: finally kinda done with requests, so i can write some of my ideas. this is a crossover between the show's criminal minds and chicago fire, but it’s not very relevant to the story. it’s more leaning against criminal minds (obviously, it's spencer) and it’s not chicago fire anymore cause it’s happening in quantico😂 gif credits to @toyboxboy

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291 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

#2

🦋 wearing spender reid’s cardigan to work <3

i love this so much oml

"Looking good, Y/N," JJ winks at you, a smirk on her lips. You thank her with a roll of your eyes, knowing damn well she was talking about your boyfriend's cardigan. You knew what wearing it to work meant but it looked so comfortable and warm, you just had to wear it.

"Damn, Y/N," Morgan whistles as you pass him, sitting down behind your desk. You ignore him, instead going straight to the files waiting on you. It's not a minute that goes by before Spencer enters the bullpen, sitting down across from you.

"Y/N? Is- is that my cardigan?" the doctor asks once he notices what you're wearing, a surprised look on his face.

"Yes, I borrowed it, I'm sorry if it bothers you," you quickly explain, just as a big grin starts to spread across Spencer's lips.

"No, I don't mind at all, darling," he mutters, same expression appearing on your face.

"Okay then," you say, turning back to the paperwork. He steals once last glance before going back to work, a smirk replacing the previpus smile.

come join my celebration <;33

322 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Exhausted

Aaron Hotchner x nanny!fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1973

WARNINGS: age gap 

REQUESTED: /, kinda friends to lovers, fluff

SUMMARY: After spending a day with Jack and Aaron, you're too tired to make it home. 

A/N: thank you so much for the idea @velvetcloxds! i loved it so much, I just had to write it. there’s an OC in there, named laura (based on @oliverwoodmarrymepls), just a heads up :) also Hayley didn’t die in this! gif credits to @shyhotch

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385 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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[one80seven]

God-Given

pairing: spencer reid x reader (gender neutral)

category: angst, fluff at the end

summary: bau!reader gets attacked in their hotel room, and spencer sticks with them through it all.

warnings: violence and mention of blood, gunshot, death (not spencer’s or reader’s), swearing

a/n: yes i (sorta) took the quote from morgan in 4x01. there is probably a couple of mistakes in here i didn’t catch because i changed the plot and so on SO many times, but i’ll edit them as i come across them. enjoy!!

not my gif!

This case was just...weird.

It seemed like every time you and your team came up with a working profile, the unsub did something that went against it entirely. JJ hadn’t held a press conference nor given the public a profile, so you wondered just how exactly this game was being played. Was he listening? Was he watching? The team wasn’t even sure if it was the same unsub, which begged a different question - Are we chasing more than one?

It was safe to say that it was taking a bigger toll on everyone than most cases. Morgan was colder, Hotch was more stern, Prentiss was a tad snappy, but most saddening to you was that Spencer no longer rambled. He was just plain silent, only putting in his two cents when he was asked for it.

You’d been damn near in love with the doctor since you entered the BAU, as an assistant to Penelope Garcia before you moved on to becoming a profiler. He was indifferent towards you at first, mumbling his introduction to you as he entered Penelope’s office to ask her to trace a number. You didn’t mind, you were certain all you could do was ogle at him anyways, whatever words you wanted to say stuck behind the lump in your throat.

As you started traveling with the team more as a profiler, the two of you quickly bonded over your shared nerdy interests. Morgan had begun to realize your crush for the brunette, teasing you about it when Spencer wasn’t within earshot. You denied it at first, telling him that it’d be like dating yourself, but as time went on you realized Morgan was right and you hated it.

“Alright, it’s late. Let’s all get some rest.” Hotch told the team after staring long and hard over various files, veins nearly popping out his forehead with frustration. The team quickly obliged, partly because setting Hotch off in this state was next to a death wish, and partly because of the pure and utter exhaustion everyone was beginning to feel.

You entered your hotel room, the smell of old carpet and cigarette smoke very overwhelming. It definitely wasn’t luxury, and the question of whether or not it had been cleaned was up for debate, but the only thing you cared about was taking a shower and taking yourself to bed. Granting your own wishes, you threw the keycard and your gun on the side table, dragging yourself to the bathroom.

You sighed as you turned the water on. The water was barely warm enough for a shower, earning a frustrated groan from you as you rid yourself of your clothes anyways, stepping into it. The lukewarm water flowed over your skin and you stood there for a minute. It didn’t do much for your achy bones and overall stress, but just for a moment you cherished the peace and quiet, daydreaming about solving the case so you could go home and get some real rest. Peace and quiet soon ended when the shower curtain was pulled open, revealing a disheveled man with your gun in his hands. You screamed as he grabbed you by your hair and pulled you out into the main area of the room, the cool metal of the gun pressing against your temple.

You were not having any of that. As soon as the man’s grip on your hair released you charged him with all of your strength, managing to run him into a wall forcefully enough that the gun hit the floor. His attempts to grab you were met with your knee to his stomach, and within the blink of an eye, he was hunched over and your gun was back in your hands.

“Don’t fucking move.” you seethed. The man chuckled, an awful sound to your ears, slowly standing upright. The look in his eyes was nothing but devilish, the grin playing on his lips evidence of that. You quickly learned that he was a monster but not a smart one, because he took one step towards you - which ended up being a step towards his own demise. Your trigger finger moved before you could even realize it, and all that you could process was the dull ringing in your ears.

In your initial shock, you hadn’t heard the BAU’s resident genius kick the door open or his sigh of relief when he realized that the man on the ground wasn’t you. He holstered his revolver, slowly stepping into the room. The sight before him prompted his own state of shock, albeit only briefly, but no less powerful. There you were, naked and wielding a gun, seemingly locked in some sort of trance. He gulped as he stepped towards you, reaching for the gun in your shaky hands. You finally became aware of his presence, but in your fear, you pointed it at him.

“Y/N, relax, it’s me.” he urged. You relaxed a bit, allowing him to slowly take it from your hands. He mumbled reassuring words as he placed the gun down and reached behind you to grab the duvet off the bed, using it to wrap your exposed body. Luckily, it was perfect timing, because the rest of your team ran to your room in the same manner Spencer had.

A short two hours later, you were slumped in a chair in the police station. The duvet was replaced with a pair of sweatpants and sweater Spencer had given you, the rest of your own clothes taken in as potential evidence. You watched in a sort of haze as your team went over various files, desperate to find if your attacker had anything to do with the case. You wanted to help, but Spencer simply didn’t let you, plucking the case files from your hands and mumbling on about how you didn’t need anymore stress. You hated just sitting there, reliving everything that happened on a continuous loop, but deep down you knew he was right.

Seemingly feeling your anxiety from a few feet away, he walked over to you with a second cup of coffee in his hands. You accepted it gratefully, taking small sips of it so as to not burn your tongue. He slumped next to you with a sigh.

“How are you holding up?” he asked you, even if the answer was painfully obvious to him. You didn’t reply, instead letting your head fall on his shoulder. He didn’t mind one bit.

The two of you sat like that in silence for a moment, his arm shifting to drape over your shoulders. It was the only time you felt even the tiniest bit of comfort that night. Words of gratefulness sat on your tongue, but you didn’t have the energy to speak. He didn’t need you to speak to know, the feathery light kiss that landed on top of your head signaled that.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” he said to you a few days later, rain soaked in the entryway of your apartment. The case had been solved, forensics had matched your assailant’s fingerprints to ones they found at the other crime scenes.

“Spencer. Don’t do that.” you rebuked, gesturing him to come inside and sit. He followed you to the couch tentatively.

“We knew he was targeting Y/H/C people in their 20’s before and you’re-”

“There was no way you could have known.” you turned towards him more, urging him to look at you.

“But-”

You kissed him. You didn’t know why, or what overcame you, but your hands were cupping his face and your lips were pressed against his. Realization hit you like the floodgates of a dam opening, and you pulled back with wide eyes and a fear that you just ruined the friendship you spent 4 years building. His expression matched yours to a T.

The silence was suffocating. You wanted him to say something, anything, but all he could do was stare at you. You looked away, closing your eyes as you attempted to swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. Neither of you moved or spoke for what seemed like centuries.

“I’m sorr-”

It was his turn to interrupt you with a kiss, much gentler than yours had been. Your hands found their way back to his face as his found your hips, the pads of his thumbs exploring the tiny bit of exposed skin. The world seemed to disappear as the two of you sat there for a moment, relishing in the way your stomach erupted with butterflies. You pulled back a bit, touching your forehead against his.

“You, Spencer Reid, are a God-given solace.”

[leylinefiction]

Criminal Minds: Skewer, Chapter 2

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”

― Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones

“So, let’s do some real profiling to fill the time,” Cat plucks his phone out of his jacket pocket and sets the time for thirty minutes. “Why did you take eight weeks off from the BAU?”

Spencer folds his hands on the table and schools his face to not give anything away. He’s desperate to hear something, anything from Hotch. Honestly, the only thing he wants to hear at the moment is that Celia is staying safe and sound on the sidelines with Garcia. The silence is making him think that is not the case. He needs to buy more time. “You want to profile me, go ahead. Why do you think I took time off?”

She smiles sharply, satisfied that he’s now playing her game. “Well, it can’t be the death of a spouse. Not yet, anyway.”

It’s every piece of control he has to not move when she makes that comment. He keeps repeating to himself that she is with Hotch and Hotch is the fiercest guard dog there is when it comes to those placed in his charge. If she’s with Hotch, she’s safe. If…

“You don’t have any siblings, so it’s not that.” Cat’s eyes narrow. “So that leaves a parent.”

He throws her a bone and slightly raises an eyebrow and she grins.

“So is it mommy or daddy? What would be happening with a parent that would make you get married on a whim and not tell your friends?” Her eyes light up. “They’re sick, dying maybe.” She reads his face closely. “Not dying. Sick then.”

He shifts slightly in the booth and glances down at the timer. Twenty minutes left.

“What exactly does Mommy have, Spencie? Bipolar? No, it’ll be something a bit more serious than that. Schizophrenia?”

“Paranoid schizophrenia, to be exact.”

She frowns. “You wouldn’t have given me that if that was the whole story. What else?”

“Rossi,” Hotch’s voice comes across the earpiece, “take her out.”

Spencer once again holds very still, hoping the relief he feels at hearing Hotch’s voice again doesn’t show. But the movement over Spencer’s shoulder doesn’t go unnoticed and Cat’s fingernails dig into his knee under the table.

“Call off the fed walking this way or I’ll kill him.”

He waits to see if she’s bluffing but then her other hand shifts as she starts to bring the gun up from the cover of the table.

“Rossi, stand down,” Spencer says quickly. He turns around and gives him an apologetic look. “Please.”

Rossi frowns, frustration evident in his face but he nods tightly and retreats to the kitchen. Hotch’s voice comes across the earpiece again.

“Start looking for that bomb, Dave. See if we can disarm it before the thirty minutes runs out.”

Rossi asks where the basement is located and as he heads off in that direction, he asks the question Spencer wishes he could. “We’re not giving Adams what she wants, right? Celia’s staying put?”

“If we can disarm the bomb before the thirty minutes is up then no, Celia isn’t going in there,” Hotch answers.

So bringing her in is still on the table. Damn it.

“Now,” Cat interrupts his thoughts, “we were talking about how I only got half the answer correct.”

“That’s right,” Spencer answers tightly and nods down at the phone. “Fifteen minutes.”

She props her chin in her hand and studies his face for any little movement or tick. “You’re cheating.”

“How?”

“You’re managing your microexpressions to confuse me and not give me any clues. I don’t like cheaters.” She reaches over to the timer. “You lose five minutes. Or rather, Celia loses those minutes. Guess I’ll see her in ten minutes now.” She leans forward and grabs his tie so she can talk into the microphone. “Just in case you missed that, Mrs. Reid better be walking through that door in ten minutes.”

“Alright,” Spencer straightens his tie, “here’s what you’ve figured out so far. My mother has paranoid schizophrenia, I took an eight week leave for personal reasons, and Celia and I eloped in Vegas two weeks ago. Her record has been expunged, she works as a high school history teacher in Virginia and part time for the BAU as a research specialist when needed. So what does that tell you?”

Cat’s jaw twitches minutely. “That tells me that she’s just living her best life now, isn’t she?”

“Jealous? Is that what this is?” He leans forward towards her. “Here’s some actual profiling for you: you want Celia here because you want to take away everything she has accomplished. You started at the same place, in juvie, but Celia managed to get out of the system, educate herself, work hard, establish significant and lasting relationships and you didn’t. You chose to lash out at the world that hurt you, specifically the men that remind you of your father. So you kill and destroy wherever you go but Celia represents what you could have had if you had the character and strength to make different decisions.”

“Now I know why you got married when you did,” she smiles triumphantly.

“And why is that?”

“She’s pregnant.”

“No, she’s not. Your profile is starting to fall apart now. That’s what happens when emotions distract you from the facts.”

Cat huffs in frustration. “Fine. Back to your mother then. If she’s not dying then there’s another reason for an impromptu wedding. Paranoid schizophrenics can be helped with drugs but they need to be adjusted through the years. Judging by how you react, or rather not react, when I say schizophrenic, she’s had it for a while. Which means there’s been a new development. New drugs needed to be added and balanced with the current dosage. That’s why you took time off.”

Five more minutes. “You’re getting there.”

Realization breaks across her face. “The only other reason to rush nuptials is if she would have issues remembering who you are. She has dementia.”

Spencer nods once. “Congratulations. You got it. Now, tell me something. Is that what happened to your father?”

Any spark of superiority that Cat may have held, disappeared without a trace. “What?”

“Your father, Cat. Daniel Adams? Did you find him and he didn’t remember you? Is that what set you off?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“How hard did you look for him? You must have put in a lot of effort for his forgetfulness to sting so badly.”

The timer on the phone goes off and Cat slams her hand down on it to shut it off. She holds his eyes for multiple heartbeats before a slow smile creeps across her face. “I looked for him about as hard as Celia’s mother has looked for her. And speaking of which, when I look over at that door, she better be walking through it.”

“Reid,” Hotch starts to say but Spencer cuts him off.

“No, don’t let her come in here.”

“Tell you what,” Cat says, “let blondie over there at the bar out of the restaurant. A trade. That way, both of your back-ups are gone and then it’ll be just the three of us.”

“And the bomb?”

“Disarmed when Celia joins us.” She sits back and makes an x across her chest. “Cross my heart.”

Spencer glances over at JJ who gives him a defeated look as she steps away from the bar. He doesn’t want to but his eyes drift over to the door and he sees Celia moving towards them. She’s dressed to blend in, an off-one-shoulder black dress that comes to her knee and black heels. She looks beautiful and scared all at once. He starts to stand when he feels the barrel of Cat’s gun press against his side.

“Stay seated, Romeo.” Cat nods to the space directly across from Spencer, keeping her between them. “No purse?”

Celia shakes her head. “No. You would just take it anyway.”

“True. Sit.”

Celia crosses her arms. “Not until I have confirmation that the bomb’s been disarmed.”

Cat nods her head and Spencer hears Rossi in his ear piece. “Bomb is diffused. For now.”

Celia must also be wearing an ear piece because she sits down without Spencer telling her anything. “In Hotch’s defense, he tried talking me out of this for the entire thirty minutes. I’m sorry.”

Spencer nods, trying to not notice the distinct lack of jewelry she is wearing. No earrings, no necklace, or bracelets. Her wedding band is the only thing she wore. The dress is borrowed; he had never seen it before tonight. She is completely unprepared and with a gun to his side, there’s not much he can do to help her. “Me too.”

“Aw,” Cat coos, “is this your first fight?”

“You wanted me here,” Celia ignores the question. “I’m here. Let Spencer go.”

Spencer catches Celia's eye and maintains contact. “I’m not leaving you alone with her.”

Cat pouts and slides closer to Spencer. “Besides, Spencie and I are having such a great time together, aren’t we? And I know, I know, he’s taken but,” she fixes Celia with a glare, “I have a feeling it’s not going to last for much longer.”

“Keep stalling,” Hotch tells them. “Morgan, Lewis, look for someone who is watching that table and has their phone out.”

Celia shifts uncomfortably, tugging at the shoulder of the dress. “So, what? You just wanted me to show up so you could kill me? You’ve never been that direct before, Catherine.”

“What can I say, time changes people.” Cat flicks her eyes over Celia. “I mean, just look at you. Spencer says you’re a history teacher and part time FBI agent. Your daddy would be so proud, you know, if he were still alive.”

Celia tilts her head to one side and narrows her eyes. She glances over at Spencer before focusing on Cat again. “And your father is mortified by your behavior.”

Cat laughs. “Oh don’t try that. Spencer already told me everything I need to know about my father.”

“Of course he did,” Celia replies. “It’s not like he would lie or anything about something like that. It wasn’t like you were playing a power struggle game, trying to gain the psychological upper hand.”

Spencer realizes she does have an earpiece but someone is talking directly to her and no one else. Of course. That would be the only way Hotch would let her walk into the lion’s den. Celia looks at him again and he nods slightly, a rapid smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She understands and responds the same way.

They had a chance at getting out of this alive.

***

“You’re doing great,” Hotch is saying in Celia’s ear. “Keep her talking, keep throwing doubt at everything she says. Make her question anything and everything.”

Cat is looking back and forth between Spencer and Celia. “Where’s my father?”

“Let Spencer go and I’ll tell you.”

She actually looks like she’s thinking about it but then Spencer shakes his head.

“I’m not leaving unless you’re with me.”

Cat rolls her eyes. “God, you two are so predictable. You don’t have any idea where my father is.”

“Change tactics,” Hotch advises. “Reid isn’t going to leave you alone with her. Even if you negotiate it, he won’t move. All three of you need to leave the restaurant at once.”

Change tactics. Celia could do that and hopefully give Morgan and Lewis a clue on where the bomber is sitting. “Okay, Cat. Here’s a new deal.”

She sits up and moves slightly away from Spencer. “Let’s hear it.”

“An even trade.”

“Blah blah blah. You for him or him for you. No, not going to happen.”

Spencer is trying to read her and concern creeps into his eyes and he whispers, “What are you doing?”

Celia puts both her hands palms down on the table and leans towards Cat. “My mother for your father.” She waits for a reaction from anyone: Cat, Spencer, or Hotch but everyone is stunned into silence. Good, silence on all fronts. She shrugs and starts to stand up from the table. “Fine, clearly you don’t want a deal.”

“Stop,” Cat orders. “You stand up, the bomb gets armed again and we’re all back to square one.”

Celia swallows down her nerves and slowly stands up. “You sure about that?”

There’s commotion over by the bar where Morgan and Lewis are arresting someone. Morgan holds up the phone as Lewis leads the bomber out of the building.

“The bomb is disarmed,” Hotch tells her. “Now, get out of there.”

“Clever trick,” Cat says, pulling the gun up and pressing it into Spencer’s ribcage. “Here’s mine.”

“I meant the deal,” Celia tells her. “My mother for your father.”

“Where is he?”

“Right outside. When you brought my name up, I went to the homeless shelter and picked him up. Spencer did find him when they were researching you for your profile. I just went and got him.”

Cat lowers the gun and shoves Spencer out of the booth. “Let’s go.”

“Not so fast,” Spencer says. “We all go out unarmed.”

Cat scoffs at the suggestion.

Celia touches a finger to her ear. “It’s a no-go. Take him back to the shelter.”

“Wait,” Cat says. “Wait.”

Spencer clears his throat. “Tell us where Serafina Landry is, put the gun down, and we’ll walk you out to your father.”

Cat hesitates, taking her time trying to read both of their faces. Celia projects as much authenticity as she can muster and it must work as Cat sets the gun down on the table. Spencer immediately moves to place her hands in handcuffs and she allows him to do that before looking at Celia.

“Room 115 at the Hay-Adams.”

***

Spencer feels like he can breathe for the first time of the night. Catherine Adams  is in handcuffs as is the bomber. The entire hitman network is caught. Garcia is safe. He looks over Cat’s shoulder and sees Celia, safe as well.

It’s a good night.

He holds Cat’s arm in one hand and slips his free hand into Celia’s as they walk out of the restaurant. As soon as the cool night air hits them, he lets Celia’s hand go and watches her go to stand with the team in the parking lot as he continues to walk Cat to the police van. He holds his breath as they open the doors to reveal an empty mobile cell. He can feel the shock that ripples through Cat’s body. He pushes her up the steps and maneuvers her to the bench where he secures her cuffs.

“You lied to me.”

Spencer is surprised to see tears in her eyes. “I did look for him. But yeah, everything else was a lie.”

“No, not everything. Your mother, she does have dementia, that is true. And you did elope so that she would remember that for as long as she can. But I did win.”

“Oh yeah, how’s that?”

She grins in triumph. “You wanted me to kill your wife, right?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well, too bad.”

He tries to figure out what she’s saying. There’s no way she can hurt Celia right now. Unless-

The pop of a gunshot echoes outside the van.

“I just cut you loose from your noose,” Cat says. “You’re welcome.”

Two more gunshots go off and Spencer scrambles down from the back of the van and runs over to where the crowd is forming. Morgan and Lewis are running off into the dark chasing the shooter. Hotch comes out of nowhere and body checks him before he can get to the parking space where Celia is laying on the ground.

“Let me go!”

Hotch wraps his arms around him and turns him away from the scene. “Let them work! Reid, stop!”

He tries to break Hotch’s grip but he can’t. This can not be happening again. It just can’t. His knees give out but Hotch holds him upright.

“Paramedics got to her as soon as it happened,” Hotch tells him. “They’re getting her into the ambulance.”

Hotch releases him and he stumbles over to the ambulance but an EMT tells him, “She took three to the chest. No riders,” and he shuts the door in Reid’s face.

Someone grabs his arm and tugs him away from the ambulance. He watches it pull away from him as the person opens a car door and pushes him into the vehicle. The driver’s side door opens and the person slides behind the wheel.

“Buckle up, kid,” Rossi says. “We’re going to be running some red lights.”

Absently, Spencer pulls the seatbelt across his chest and secures it. Rossi hits the gas and manages to cut off the police van that has Cat in the back of it and Spencer can’t help but wonder why the bad guys sometimes win.

[nutellakirb]

Hey! I’m new to the Spencer Reid and criminal minds stuff here and I was wondering if anyone has anything to recommend, mainly Spencer Reid x reader and it can be extremely long or short. I like angst and I need help finding writers for this fandom

[alvfr]

I just spent the last 2 or so hours devouring accidents! Holy sh*t it’s SO good!!! I don’t even have the words to express how much I love it - it is everything!!!

Hiii, thank you so much! So happy you like it 🥰🥰🥰 Working on part 5, but don't have a real time estimate for when it’ll be out.

But also, 2 hours?? Sweetie, it’s 115k words! I swear, some of you guys are reading fics at a Spender Reid-rate 🤯

Thank you so much for this message 💕

[inagetawaycarxo]

yo! do you know what your next few halloween-themed posts are gonna be? no worries if you don't know, i was just reading your "how they react to you passing out" and i'm totally down for some HHH content now! 😃

I have two waiting to be posted one is a Werewolf!Triple H fic the other is a Werewolf!Seth Rollins fic.

then there are these Halloween themed requests that need to be written; {in no particular order}

Hcs;

Spy!Cesaro 

Angel!Reader x Demon!Finn Balor {Balor}

Assassin w/ Finn Balor {not sure if I should put the reader as the assassin or finn or do both in two sections}

Imagines;

Way Down We Go {Werewolf!Roman} PART TWO

Reader is a demon and the unsub is a demon hunter {Spender Reid}

Mob!Boss Roman Reigns Imagine {it involves drug lord!seth}

Haunted house w/ Undisputed Era

Angel/Demon AU w/ Dean Winchester

Demon Hunter!Triple H x Demon!Reader

Bonnie & Clyde AU w/ Roman Reigns

Gangster AU w/ Roman Reigns

Greek Gods AU w/ Roman Reigns

Haunted House w/ The Pack {Teen Wolf} They have to save the reader

Luke x Reader x Spencer Reid

Mafia AU w/ Luke Alvez

Merman AU w/ Seth Rollins

Mob!Boss AU w/ Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid {Halloween party turns into mind games from a unsub}

Demigod!Reader x Dom!Triple H

Vampire!Drew McIntyre x Human!Reader {ANGST}

Vampire Hunter!Reader x Vampire!Triple H

Smut; or involves smutty context- but no smut

Chloe Decker smut {reader wears a police costume and Chloe gets flustered, making the reader take advantage of it.}

. “I thought you agreed I should wear this costume to the party tonight?” “Oh I agreed to you wearing it tonight, but I had no party in mind” { Chloes costume is a dead school girl, 

Surprise s/ with sexy costume {Kyle O’Reilly}

Derek Morgan x Reader {She teases him at the party}

Bobbin for alcohol w/ Buddy Murphy

Matt Casey x Reader x Antonio Dawson  

Asylum or Abandoned house “ You look so sexy in that costume.” + “Feel like making a deal with the devil?” & “You will never leave this place.” w/ Seth Rollins

[malibamis]

yes i read y/n fic about spender reid yes i am ashamed of it