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more sub!reid (sometimes trans) x male/gn reader hcs.
- he's very submissive. before you, he hadn't really gone that far with anyone else. he doesn't understand his emotions, his wants, his needs, so he leaves it all to you.
- he's a whimperer. he's so cute about it too. it's a side of him nobody else sees.
- he grinds against pillows or blankets when he's so desperate for your touch.
- he's polite during sex: asking if/when he can cum, asking if he can touch you or himself, all while using "please" and "sir."
- doesn't really use pet names until he's on the brink of an orgasm — go-to's are sir and baby
- i think i need you.
- he says he doesn't, but he loves being edged, degraded, denied.
- very sweet aftercare! he'll get extra cuddly and will kiss every bit of skin he can reach. he's just so grateful you make him feel things.
- please... i love you.
- says i love you whenever he can!!! he's still affectionate. he just needs love after all.
- he YAPS when he's close. the first time you made him orgasm, he was like: orgasms involve muscle contractions throughout the body, including the genitals, pelvis, and even the toes... they have a have a number of health benefits, including reducing stress, improving sleep, and boosting the immune system. can even be beneficial for people with health conditions like chronic pain or migraines.
- he's always down to experiment kinks with you, as long as it's within his comfort zone.
- he grips onto anything when the pleasure gets too much. your arm, your hair, the sheets
I'M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS i promise i will add to this when i get more ideas, reidfucker nation.
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First Meeting
summary: You're having difficulty with some code so you stop by Penelope's house for help, unaware that she has a guest. Spencer takes one look at you and is immediately head over heels.
genre: fluff
cw: meet cute (is it a meet cute?) completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), season 1 spencer, university/college student reader, talk about research and coding, pov switch from reader to spencer
wordcount: 1.5k
a/n: this is an actual error I had this summer when writing my spectra analysis code
You lean back in your chair with a sigh, scowling at the code you’re trying to write. You’re still relatively new to coding, the first time you ever took a class on it was just under two years ago, so this code has taken you significantly more time to write than it would have taken Penelope. But you’ve written it. You read through the code again and rerun it. Everything runs fine, the code should work, but it doesn’t.
You rub your eyes and groan with frustration. You should be able to get a wavelength solution out of this. The professor you’re doing research with told you what you need to do to get the wavelength solution and then how to use it to find the redshift of the lensed galaxy and the foreground lensing galaxy, but nothing is lining up!
You’ve opened the data, plotted the variation in flux for each line in the image, fit a Gaussian to it to get the brightest point, and converted the pixel value of that point to vacuum wavelength, but none of the wavelengths you’re finding match up with what lines should be present in the spectra for this lamp type!
You briefly consider emailing your professor but decide against it. Even though he told you that asking him things wouldn’t bother him and that it’s his job, you don’t want to take up more of his time than you already have.
You look around your apartment for anything that might help. Your eyes land on your keychain and the spare key Penelope gave you because she enjoys it when you stop by. You quickly shut your laptop, tucking it under your arm, grab your keys, slip on a pair of shoes, and make your way down the hall to Penelope’s apartment, not bothering to lock the door behind you.
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Spencer sits awkwardly on one of Garcia’s kitchen stools, tapping his fingers on the Tardis mug she had filled with tea and given him. He’s not exactly sure why Garcia invited him over. She said she wanted to bond, but they’ve known each other for almost two years now, and Spencer considers her a good friend, so he doesn’t really know what bonding entails. So far, Garcia has just been bustling around her kitchen preparing snacks and drinks for their Doctor Who marathon.
The lock clicks and Spencer’s head whips toward the door just in time for it to burst open. Spencer freezes and stares at you in awe and confusion.
“Penny!” you cry, your voice a mixture of a shout and a whine.
Garcia calls your name with a surprised look. “What happened? Are you alright?”
“What?” you ask. Then you wave your hand flippantly. “Yeah I’m fine, I just need help with some code.” Your eyes land on Spencer and he can feel his heart rate increase. He really hopes his face isn’t as red as it feels.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had someone over,” you say. “I can, um, I can come back later.”
Spencer watches as your posture stiffens slightly and you start to fiddle with your keychain.
Spencer opens his mouth to reassure you but Garcia beats him to it. “No, no, it’s fine,” she says. “I’ve been wanting you two to meet anyway.” You shoot Spencer a small, awkward smile and wave from across the room when Garcia shares your name. When she introduces him, your eyes widen and you look toward Garcia with an expression Spencer can’t decipher and mouth something to her that makes her laugh loudly.
Spencer can feel himself flushing at your reaction and takes a sip of his tea to hide his face.
“Anyway!” Garcia says cheerfully. “Do you mind if I help them real quick?”
“Go ahead,” Spencer responds, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. It’s difficult with you there, though, all his thoughts suddenly seem much harder to grasp. Like your presence is forcing them aside.
Your eyes seem to linger on him for a moment before you head over to the counter and set your laptop down. “Right,” you mutter, opening it and entering the password. Spencer listens intently as you describe to Garcia what your code should be doing and he can’t help but smile at the clear passion in your voice. It sends butterflies to his stomach.
“What do you study?” Spencer blurts out.
You close your mouth and cock your head at him for a moment. “I’m, uh, I’m studying astrophysics. Specifically strong gravitational lensing. I’ve already made preliminary models of the system and I’m just working on analyzing the spectra now.”
Spencer nods and leans over to look at your code.
“Do you want to help Penny find the issue?” you ask. You sound a bit nervous and Spencer looks up and smiles what he hopes is a soothing smile.
“I would if I could. I really don’t know how to code, though.”
“Seriously?” you ask. Spencer cocks his head at the tone of surprise in your voice. “Sorry, it’s just that Penny has told me a lot about you and about how you’re a genius and have three PhDs, which is insanely impressive by the way, so I guess I’m just surprised you don’t know something.”
“There’s a lot I don’t know,” Spencer admits. “Coding and other technological things are some of it. I don’t know too much about astrophysics either.” That’s not exactly true but it isn’t a lie either. He’s read papers on several astrophysical topics but he’s never come across one on strong lensing before. But the truth of the statement is irrelevant, the only reason he said it was to find an excuse to spend more time with you.
You smile and Spencer’s stomach feels like it does a backflip. “I won’t be much help teaching you how to code, Penny would be better for that, but I can tell you about some astro stuff at some point.”
“Alright, lovebirds,” Garcia teases and Spencer’s face burns. “Let’s focus.” You nod, clearly also a bit embarrassed, and turn back to your laptop.
“How about I go line by line and tell you what it should do and you let me know if something doesn’t do what I think it does,” you say. Garcia nods and both she and Spencer follow along as you point to and describe each line of code. You get to a printed image of the data file you’re analyzing before Garcia stops you.
“Can you open the file on your computer?” she asks.
You nod and open the file in a new application and move it so it’s side by side with the image in your code. “Wait,” you mutter, glancing back and forth between the two images. “Is that seriously the issue?” Spencer leans forward to get a closer look, the x-axes of the images are flipped.
You throw your head back with a groan and change the rotation of the file in your code. “I swear, if this works,” you growl. The clear exasperation in your tone makes Spencer chuckle slightly.
You rerun the code and compare several of the outputs to a list of wavelengths before groaning again and letting your head fall onto the counter. “I hate Python,” you grumble. “Why does it have to switch the axes!”
Garcia laughs and pats you on the back. You raise your head off the counter and tap your forehead against her shoulder in a gesture Spencer assumes expresses gratitude. “Thanks, Penny,” you sigh. “You’re the best.”
“Of course I am!”
“Oh, and Spencer,” you say, turning to look at him. “We should get lunch sometime. I can tell you about astrophysics and you can tell me about all the crazy things you know.”
“I-I would love that,” Spencer stutters, unable to speak clearly with you looking into his eyes. He's hardly able to wrap his head around the fact that someone as beautiful as you would want to spend more time with him. Spencer's not sure whether you’re asking him on a date or just to go out as friends, but he doesn’t care either way as long as he gets to spend more time with you.
“Great!” you say happily. You stand and cross the room to quickly grab one of Garcia’s pens before returning. You hold the fluffy pink pen with a smile on your face and hold out your hand for his. “May I?” you ask.
Spencer’s eyes widen and he nods, setting his hand in yours despite his usual aversion to touch. The contact makes his heart feel like it’s about to burst from his chest. You scrawl your number across the back of his hand before handing Spencer the pen and holding out your hand for him to do the same. He writes his number on your hand and watches in a sort of daze as you gather your computer and keys and wave goodbye before leaving.
Spencer jumps slightly as Garcia ruffles his hair. He looks over at her to see a knowing smile on her face. Spencer blushes and hides his face in his hands. “Shut up,” he grumbles, embarrassed.
“No way,” she laughs. “Derek’s going to have a field day with this. Boy genius has a crush!”
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Spencer: I'm gonna check it out
Bau!y/n: Cool, and I'll stay here and make spooky sounds. Oooooo
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Requesting nsfw male reader getting overstimulated by Reid but like they like it but are still all needy and whiny and stuff
New Sounds
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WARNINGS: PWP/Porn without plot, REQUESTED, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Shower Sex, Men whimpering, Reader whimpers and Spencer loves it, Oral fingering(? (Spencer puts his fingers in ur mouth idk)), USE OF THE WORD "MEMBER" ONE(1) TIME
WORDS: 629
PAIRING: Spencer Reid x m!reader
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a/n:: YES IK ITS NOV 10TH WHEN IM POSTING THIS, AND I STILL NEED TO POST THE TRICK R' TREAT KINKTOBER FIC, BUT I AM STRUGGLING
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You have your hands positioned up on the tile wall of Spencer's walk-in shower, your arms quaking with the effort to stay standing. You can feel his breath ghosting over the back of your neck, his hand pumping vigorously along your throbbing shaft.
You have to rest your forehead against the wall, your body nearly bent over, positioned at an angle with your legs spread. You pant against the shower wall, groaning as you thrust into Spencer's enclosed fist.
“Fuck, Spencer-” You groan, your body raked with shudders as his wrist flicks just the right way to send you tumbling over the edge. Your vision clouds, his low mumbles falling on deaf ears.
You struggle to come back from the clouded high, your pelvic area feeling like it's on fire. You grunt weakly, looking down to find him still stroking your twitching cock.
“One more, babe.” Spencer suddenly whispers in your ear.
You pant, quivering. He's pushed you to cum twice before, but never a third time. His thumb finds the slick tip, the pad swiping over your slit pulling an unfamiliar, quiet whine from your lips.
Spencer's hand only moves faster at the new sound elicited, his other hand suddenly leaving your hip to let two of his fingers probe your lips. Your mouth opens, letting him shove them in. They curl, now having a grip on your lower jaw.
“You've got this,” He encourages as your hips sputter, another, softer whine getting muffled by his fingers. “Come on..”
You weakly thrust into his hand, the burning in your pelvis making the precum you leak feel like lava. Your hips twitch as you start to whimper, all of your energy feeling like it's being slowly sucked from your being.
“I'm right here, baby,” Spencer soothes as your whole body quakes in his grasp, the hot water still beaming down on the both of you. His hand moves faster, tightening around your harshly throbbing dick as you continue to whimper around his fingers.
Your body starts to feel light, chest heaving as your mind starts to cloud, the staticy sound ringing in your ears. With a few sloppy, uncalculated thrusts, you're cumming hard all over his enclosed fist, eyes shutting as your head gets thrown back against his shoulder, the water that beats down on your face getting ignored as it mixes with some of the tears you weren't aware of had fallen.
Spencer holds you tighter as you tremble, his hand slowing down, but not stopping. He works you through the third orgasm, listening to the way you whimper around his curled fingers. He pumps you until your cock is twitching in his hand, unable to soften from the ministrations.
You fail to push him away, the heat rolling through your body making your mind hazy with pleasure. The third high lasts longer, his sweet voice in your ear alerting you of reality still playing beyond the other state your mind is at. The fall back down from the fog is less hard than expected, your symphony of whimpers telling Spencer that you're truly spent now.
He doesn't let go of your dick just yet, fascinated by the sounds you're making. It's only when your hips press back against him, pulling away from his hand, does he let his cum-covered hand leave your twitching member and go under the stream or water to rinse off. One arm wraps around your waist, holding your still quaking body up against his to make sure you don't fall.
Spencer soothes your shakes with light kisses to the side of your neck, spinning you so that you're facing the stream of water, cleaning off the remaining release from your body.
“So pretty,” He mumbles against your skin, giving you a light squeeze.
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a/n: I guess y'all failed no nut November
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The Intern (bau x ftm!reader)
Ever since you could remember, all you wanted to do was to be a profiler (okay so it started out a 'policeman' but when you learnt that profilers were a thing, you want to be one). And now, here you were, a college student interning for the FBI over summer. You were young, barely just turned twenty, not yet old enough to drink. You were just about to start your final year of college in two and a half months. And those months (starting today) would be spent interning for the BAU. Granted, the unit chief, Agent Hotchner (and your God Father), had pulled a few strings and had promised that you would not just be going on coffee runs. You could not wait.
Prologue
Week One
Week Two
Week Three
Week Four
Week Five
Week Six
Week Seven
Week Eight
Week Nine
Week Ten
Epilogue
The vibes I'm going for is reader is Gen Z and the time the crimes are happening is now (so like if its set season 3, season 3 is in 'now time' if that makes sense)
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Outfits and Naps
Spencer Reid x FTM!Reader
FEM-ALIGNED DNI - You will be blocked if you interact with this post. This is made for trans men/mascs, not women.
Reader is bored at home, not having much to do. He decided to try on some outfits he bought earlier, and then falls asleep.
Warnings: Mostly focused on Reader. Slightly feminine outfit mentioned. Dysphoria is implied if you squint really hard. Practically just a random drabble I randomly came up with. Reader has a cat because cats are very cool. Also, guys.. please don't sleep in your binder..
Word Count: 1.2k
Spencer was away at work, so it was only you and your childhood cat (that you got at 17.. so more of a teenage-hood cat), Mr. Whiskers the 3rd (and since it was such a long name, you shortened it to Mr. Whiskers. Although you stated his full government name was Furball Whiskers the 3rd.) at home.
You didn't have much to do, it was a peaceful day and you decided you were going to order takeout for dinner when Spencer came home. So, cooking wasn't an option. Having set your mind to takeout, there was no way you could cook. You already knew what you were going to order, so you couldn't change plans.
So there you were, sitting on the couch, your cat next to you, sleeping while you were bored out of your mind. You pet him for a whole, sighing as you tried to come up with something to do. Calm days were actually really boring. As you thought, you scrolled through your phone, switching between apps trying to get an idea.
Maybe you could take a walk? No, too cold, and you felt bad leaving Mr. Whiskers alone.
As you scrolled through your phone, you saw this post which reminded you of some outfits you bought and wanted to try on earlier, but always put aside. Happy that you found something to do, you stood up, rushing to your bedroom, your cat soon following behind.
You threw your phone on your bed, heading to your closet and pulling out some boxes where you stored the outfits. You carried them and placed them on the bed to open and take the clothes out.
You decided to wear your binder while trying on clothes, so you knew how they'd look when you go out. You go get it, and put it on after a few minutes of struggling.
Now you stood by your bed again, your cat sitting in the middle of the bed, waiting for the boxes to empty.
“Which one looks better Mister? This? Or.. this?” You ask him, holding out a cropped turtleneck with the shoulders cut in your left hand, and a white, sleeveless button up shirt in your right.
Mr. Whiskers turned his head to the left, sniffing the air a bit, which had made you think he chose the turtleneck, but then he turned his head to the right, so you thought he changed his mind. Finally, he just spun around in a circle trying to get comfortable on your bed before lying down and not picking anything out for you.
“Thanks..” You mumble, wondering why you even bothered asking a cat for help. You decided you would try both of them, hoping to style them for future use. You set the button up shirt down and put on the turtleneck. You had to find a nice pair of pants now.. which was difficult because you knew this turtleneck would look great with a skirt, but you weren't that comfortable yet.
Finally, you decided on a pair of black jeans, because you couldn't figure out what else to wear. You thought you looked nice, and snapped a mirror selfie of your newly created outfit and sent it to Spencer.
That's how you spent your afternoon, mixing and matching different shirts and pants, trying out different outfits, taking pictures, and sending a few to your boyfriend, asking for his opinion.
Not that he was helpful, that man said you looked absolutely stunning in each outfit you created. And also he usually stuck with sweater vests and slacks.. so he didn't really know he was supposed to help with.
You gave up after his third, “They both look great.” and his second “It’s you, anything looks good on you.”
Obviously, he wasn't helping, so you just sent him pictures of what you decided looked better, which he still enjoyed.
Finally, you tried out all the new clothes you got, and managed to style each of them. You put everything away, and sat on the bed, telling yourself you were only sitting to think of something else to do, but instead ended up laying down and falling asleep.
Spencer opened the front door, and was surprised when Mr. Whiskers didn't rush over to sniff and inspect him. “Y/N! I'm home.” He called out, closing the door behind him, only to be met with silence. Puzzled on why he arrived home to be met with a quiet house and no greeting, he ventured further into your house. He grew slightly nervous, which was only normal considering his job, but kept calmed.
He walked into the bedroom, slowly opening the door, hoping you just fell asleep and the animals were locked in with you.
As he opened the door, he was met with the cutest view, and he felt his heart melt at what was in front of him. He smiled, taking out his phone to snap a quick picture before walking up to the bed.
You laid in bed, wearing a pair of your boyfriend's sweatpants, which were baggy on your smaller body, along with your binder that you didn't take off after trying on clothes. In front of you was Mr. Whiskers, which you held close, hugging him as if he was a plushie.
He had been asleep, but woke up when Spencer entered the bedroom. He only looked up to him, but stayed comfortably on the bed under his owner's arms.
Spencer couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the sight, finding it absolutely adorable how you slept with your cat. He also saw how you still had your binder on and decided to wake you up, now knowing how long you had it on.
“Love. Get up, you need to get that binder off.” He shook you lightly, trying to wake you up in a nice manner. You grumble and shoo him off, trying to pull your cat closer, but he decided to get up when Spencer started to wake you. “Y/N, get out of your binder..” He insisted, shaking your shoulder now.
You groaned being woken up from your nap and shook your head no. “Mm.. 5 more minutes.” You mumbled, hiding your face in your hands, turning away from your boyfriend.
Spencer laughed and shook his head, finding your sleepiness amusing. “No, get up Y/N. Now.” He laughed, grabbing your arms and pulling you up to a sitting position.
As he managed to sit you up, he smiled at your now barely conscious self. “I was having such a good nap ‘Pence.. you should have joined me instead of waking me.” You mumble, leaning your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his own.
“Sweetheart, as good as a nap it was.. and as cute as you look in my sweatpants and your binder, you shouldn't be sleeping with that on! Now go change, I'll give you one of my sweaters if you want too.” He smiled, pressing a kiss on your temple. “And then we can cuddle and nap if you want to.” He added on, knowing that'll be good enough motivation for you to go change.
You turn your head to look at him and smile, pressing a quick kiss to his mouth before getting up to change out of your binder, rushing so you could cuddle up with him.
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Hey! There's hardly anything on the internet for trans males, so can I request a Spencer Reid x Trans male reader? Where the reader has just joined the BAU and Spencer is awkward around him because he immediately takes a liking to him? Maybe Morgan and Emily tease Spencer about it too?
Hello and Hope you enjoy the fic!
Warnings! creepy unsub, mtf and ftm victims, torture, dad like reader,
SPENCER REID X FTM READER
The whole team welcomed Y/n into the BAU. They all made him feel at home. Well not Spencer though.
Spencer didn't have a problem with Y/n in fact he loved to be around the new agent. He loved to be next to Y/n, he liked his voice, the way he carried himself and just overall he was smitten for the man.
But sadly threw missed signals by never making an effort to talk to the man or trying to be alone or next to him by going out of the room or walking to someone else to stand or sit by.
One day it was an unusual case for the BAU. The team flew to Texas to do the strange case. The case was about the Unsub killing trans kids and adults but mostly kids.
WARNING MAY GET DYSPHORIA! AND GORE
The team didn't notice Y/n's mood immediately changed once he saw what Unsub did to the Victims. If the victim was going through their transitions and had surgery the Unsub would keep them alive as they do a messy surgery if they were MTF they would remove the breast of the victim and cut her hair.
If FTM the unsub would snitch breast back onto him and make them shave any hair from neck to bottom like they were a lady.
END OF THE WARNING!
Once the Unsub was done they would make sure the victim was alive and just throw them somewhere far like in the woods or by an ocean.
The team and the other detectives were going back and forth throwing out ideas and scenarios to each other. Spencer noticed the lack of Y/n's voice in the conversation and turned to look for him.
Y/n was staring at one of the younger ftm victims with his eyes full of sadness and anger. Y/n hands were shaking and his legs were bouncing rapidly. What Spencer didn't suspect from Y/n that small tears was hitting the wooden table.
When Y/n noticed Spencer's concerned face staring at him he quickly wiped his tears and gave Spencer a reassuring smile. "What's his name?" Y/n as the group picking up the picture of the victim showing them. "Her name is---" One of the Texan detectives say until Y/n cuts him off by slamming his hand of the table.
"He. I asked for his name not the girl who didn't exist. "
The whole room gets quiet from never hearing Y/n sound so annoyed and serious.
"Oh uhm sorry. I mean his name is Ken Wayne. He was thirteen when attacked now hes fifteen. " The detective answers to Y/n with a look that he didn't mean too.
Y/n asks Hotch can they go talk to him and Hotch agrees and sends the whole team to his house only keeping J.J with him.
The team goes to Ken house which wasn't far from the station. Once they got there his mom opened the door to let the team inside. His mother leads yall through the house and to his room.
His mother knocks the door softly and opens it and mumbles a "Hes in here..."
Y/n was the first one inside the teenagers room and the rest of the agents followed right after.
Ken is on his phone until he sees figures going into his room wearing FBI jackets. "Okay it wasn't me." Ken blurts out with confusion in his voice. Derek chuckles and finds a place to sit. Spencer chooses to lean on the wall. As Y/n sits on the bed next to ken. Derek begins to ask questions about the unsub and what happened to him like "What do you remember about the unsub?" "What type of pain did you go through." And the last question seemed to irk Ken.
"You wouldn't know what I went through! ALL of you! Y'all can never feel the same way I feel! Yall all of the perfect bodies yall never had to live like someone like me! Trans going through bullying and dysphoria!"
Ken begins to rant about everything and all of the stress coming out and making him break down crying.
Ken gasped once Y/n brought him into the tightest hug ever. "Shhh... its okay. Its okay ken. You're such a strong man and a handsome one too in fact." Y/n praises rolls off his tongue while the young man cries into your shoulder.
Morgan and Reid stare at you in awe as you handle and calm the young man down. Once Ken stopped crying Y/n stepped out of the hug smiling at Ken. "Hey wanna know a secret Ken?" Y/n asks looking at the boy who nods wiping his eyes.
Y/n takes off his suit jacket and slips off his tie. "Hey this is only between me and you and the other baboons in this room" Y/n jokes shooting a playful wink at Spencer whose face became beat red. Emily and Derek see his red face and they smirk at each other. Y/n unbuttons his dress shirt revealing his bare chest that has surgery scars.
"Y-you're trans too!?!" Ken shouts in excitement and confusion. Y/n laughs at the young boy and nods. Ken raises his hands to touch the scar and looks at Y/n for permission. "Knock yourself out kid." The agent answers. After Ken asked Y/n about one million questions about his surgery and his transition the agents get ready to leave with all of the information they need. Y/n slides Ken his phone number and ruffles his hair. "Hopefully we can see each other in a better circumstance. Call me later son." Ken smiles bashfully at the nickname and gives Y/n a huge hug before Y/n and the team leaves the car.
Y/n puts his headphones on and listens to his music without hearing his team tease Spencer about his crush. "Soo~ nerd boy has a crush on the new guy!~" Emily sings laughing and pointing at him. While Derek is on the phone with Garcia "Baby girl guess what...Pretty boy has a crush on L/n!"
"MY SHIP IS GONNA SAIL SPENCER X Y/N!!" Penelope screams into the phone. To which J.J hears and says "Mr jock and the nerd getting together?"
Reid is all red covering his face begging the team to stop.
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Request: Can you do one with Spencer Reid's daughter who is trans and does not know how to tell her dad, so she confides in her uncle Aaron about this issue and stuff?
Y/D/N - Your Dead Name
Y/N is Trans F t M.
Third person pov...
Y/N walks into the FBI building with one thing in mind. Talking to his Uncle Aaron, the unit chief of the Behavioural Analysis Unit. The teen was nervous as he gets passed the resection desk and onto the elevator.
He had something important to ask his uncle, that he can tell his dad. He sways on his feet as he waits, Anxiety increasing as he finally makes it to the right floor.
He steps on to the floor as the elevator doors open, he then walks into the Bullpen, smiling and waving at his dad's team. "Y/D/N! What are you doing here sweetie, Spence is not in today?" Askes JJ noticing the genius' kid standing alone in the spacious room.
The others greet the teen, Y/N tries to hide a flinch at the name but just smiles back at the woman. "Hello Auntie JJ, I'm not here for Dad but for Uncle Aaron" he explains to the woman, JJ smiles. "Ah of course, he's in his office" she says.
He smiles "of course where else would he be" this makes the woman and team laugh at his jab at their boss, He then hugs her and walks to his uncle's office; He knocks on the door to the man's office. "Come in" comes the tired voice on his uncle, Hotch is sat at his desk going over some files for their latest case.
A quiet knock on the door interrupted Aaron Hotchner's morning coffee. He sighed, knowing it was probably another case coming in. But when his door opened it was not a case coming in only his Nephew Y/N Reid.
He looks up to greet the person who walks in a smile rises on his usual stoic face. "Y/N! What a surprise" he was the only one who knew the boys' true gender and Name. He stood up as the teen walked in and shut the door, they hugged Y/N relaxes slightly at it before tensing again.
It was only a couple years ago the young teen broke down on his sofa and told the man everything, since then he has been nothing but supportive for his nephew.
The teen took a deep breath and pushed back the tears that threatened to spill. Instead, he gave the man a watery smile before sitting on the sofa opposite his uncle.
Hotch notices the boy almost crying, he stands from his desk leaving the paper forgotten and sits next to the boy, something was wrong. "What's wrong N/N?" He asks holding the boys' shoulders, Y/N sniffs and looks up to his uncle.
Y/N took another deep breath and finally spoke the words that had been weighing on his shoulders for so long. "-I don't know how to tell Dad, I'm Trans He's so logical and scientific, I'm afraid he won't understand or accept me." Cries the boy.
Hot tears fall down his pale cheeks, Aaron could not imagine how scared he must have been feeling. As a single father, Spencer Reid did everything he could to protect and support his daughter- now Son, but this was uncharted territory for both of them.
"Y/N, your dad loves you no matter what. Besides, he already knows" Y/N lifted his head and looked at his uncle in surprise. "What do you mean?" he questions the man.
Aaron smiled softly. "I mean, he is your father. He knows you better than anyone. And as an FBI profiler, he is trained to observe and pick up on even the smallest details. He already knows you are struggling with your gender identity." He explains to the boy.
Aaron watches as the teen's eyes filled with more tears, but this time they were tears of relief, he had feared rejection from his father, but knowing that he might already understand made the boy feel a bit more at ease. "Do you think he'll be okay with it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Hotch gives him a pained smile "I cannot promise anything, but I do know that your dad loves you more than anything in this world. And no matter what, he will support you" Aaron reassured the boy sitting next to him, giving the teens hand another gentle squeeze.
As if on cue, Spencer Reid burst into his office, a look of panic on his face. "Y/D/N! where have you-oh, thank god you're here" he breathed, his eyes wide with relief as he rushed to his Childs side.
The tall lanky man grabbed his kid into a tight hug, he hadn't seen him all day and grew worried, Spencer pulled back when he started to speak "Dad, I need to tell you something" Y/N started, but before he could say anything else, Spencer pulled the boy into another tight hug not letting go.
"I love you, Y/D/N No matter what you want to tell me, I will always love you" he said, his voice full of emotion, tears once again began streaming down the teens face as he hugged his father back.
The weight of his secret finally lifted off his shoulders, he knew it would not be easy, but having his father's love and support meant everything to the teenager.
Together, the three of them talked, cried, and laughed. Aaron and Spencer reassured Y/N that he was loved and accepted, and that they would do whatever it takes to make sure he felt comfortable in his own skin. And in that moment, Y/N knew that she was not just their son and nephew, he was their child, and they would do anything for him.
Once they stopped crying Y/N was able to tell his dad his preferred name, Spencer was more than happy to and apologies for using his dead name so many times before, Y/N just smiled and stayed cuddled up in his dads' arms.
Later that same day he was finally brave enough to tell the rest of the team he was trans, they all accepted him with love and support, Y/N was incredibly grateful for all his family and their love.
The end!
Hope you liked this one shot, so sorry for the wait did not have a lot of motivation, as usual sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes.
Requests are open!
Word count: 1120
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Hi me again! Could I request Spencer Reid x trans male reader (ftm) with the prompts
“Please stay” and “It’s cold when your gone”
Where the 2 r js cuddling bc some asshole at y/ns work said some shit abt him being trans
Maybe a bit of making out but fs like kisses
Ty luv 🫶
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A/N: hey 🦭, thank you for my first ever Spencer Reid request! This was a great experience to write and I hope you like it:]
Meliorism
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MELIORISM (n.) the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world
Spencer Reid x FTM reader
SPENCER YOU
Spencer had 3 main amazing talents. His eidetic memory, which allowed him to recall the tiniest visual details of the things he sees, even if briefly. Reid could also read 20,000 words a minute, finishing books that would take a regular person multiple days in only a few hours. These are well known about Spencer, but, his third talent is something only you’ve experienced. He has the ability to read your emotions perfectly.
If he hadn’t already explained that the ability to be a genuine mind reader would require factors that don’t exist in our world, you would’ve been sure he was one. No matter how insignificant the feeling, Dr. Spencer Walter Reid knew you felt it. So it was no suprise when he was already at the door when you arrived home, scooping you into a hug and kissing your forehead.
Daniel said something again didn’t he? You know, even after one transphobic comment the U.S Equal Employment Opportunity Commission says that he can be fired. I’m sorry he does this Y/N, you deserve better. You let out a small chuckle as he continues to ramble about different papers and documents he’s read that could help. Just knowing how much Spencer wants to help makes the hurt you feel evaporate away for a bit.
I’m gonna be ok Spence, it just hurts to hear those things. Especially because he was a work friend before he found out I’m trans. You broke away from the hug to shrug the burgundy coat off your body, placing it on the coat rack before grabbing Spencer’s hand & walking towards your shared bedroom. I know Y/N, but you’re just too great of a guy to have to put up with hateful speech. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? I just want to lay down and watch a show, is Star Trek alright? He smiles, matching the small one on your face as he nods.
Sounds perfect! Did you know that Star Trek actually has very little physics mistakes? Considering the time it was- Spencer’s phone rings, cutting off a rant you were honestly interested in hearing. He answers, the corners of his mouth dropping back down as he exhales. He nods his head a few times before excusing himself to the person on the other end of the phone. Sorry Hotch, just a moment. You’re now back to feeling the same disappointment you had earlier, Aaron only calls after 6:00pm when there’s a case.
Y/N, im so sorry, Reid cups your face with his left hand. There’s a briefing for a case, we leave early tomorrow. Please stay. You lean your face into his hand even more. I know it’s selfish, but I just don’t want to be alone…. Its not selfish. A quiet silence fills the moment. Spencer examines you for a second before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. He guides you onto the bed, pulling off your shoes and turning on Star Trek. He exits the room and moves the phone back to his ear. You sigh, knowing that the case is important or he would’ve stayed.
Surprisingly, Spence re enters about 10 minutes later, with waters and your favorite snack. I thought- I can read the case files on the flight tomorrow. There’s more than enough time and Hotch said he’d fill me in on any other information needed. You hug his side as he sits down, pulling yourself close enough to rest your head on his shoulder as you watch the show. Thank you Spence. It’s better when you’re here, the house is so cold when I’m alone. He turns your head to face his, you come first Y/N, always.
Both leaning in for a slightly intense kiss, time passes and you realize 1 and 1/2 episodes have played in the background. You two had got so caught up in eachother that the tv noise had been completely forgotten. Spencer shares one more peck, before turning back to the screen. I thought you just wanted to lay down and watch a show? We haven’t done very much of that have we? A snicker escapes you as your eyes roll playfully.
Alright, I know. You’ve seen this show a hundred times- 68 and 3/5ths. Reid beams at you as you raise an eyebrow. Ok, you’ve seen this show 68 & 3/5ths times, what’s happened so far in this episode?
He begins to tell you all the needed context for the episode, and then some extra. You lean back against his shoulder and you two hold the hands closest to eachother, the horrible day of work completely forgotten.
Spencer tended to do that. He made all your bad days turn into good ones. You knew no matter how many people tried to hurt you, to tear away your happiness, that people like Spencer Reid existed. People who spend everyday trying to fix this broken world. You knew that meeting Spencer and falling in love with him was the luckiest thing a guy like you could do.
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im soso happy that u do trans!readrr omfg 😭 could u do a lil blurb where reader gets top surgery and spencer is like "bro i love u sm boyfriend loverboy" and takes care of reader 😫😫
Absolutely <3 I'd love to!
Spencer Reid X Trans Male Reader
You and Spencer had just gotten home after your big surgery, Hotchner was nice enough to drive you both home seeing as though Spencer wasn't fully trustworthy with cars, once you had entered into the house, Spencer walked you to the bedroom, he then took off your shirt and then went to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth.
He came back into the room a minute or 2 later with the wet washcloth and carefully took off your bandages, he then began to gently clean up your chest before putting on new bandages and putting a different shirt on you, you couldn't begin to explain how grateful you were to be with Spencer, he was so kind and caring.
You gently grabbed Spencers face and kissed him, of course, he kissed back before giving you a small smile and kissed you on the forehead, he then softly said "get some rest my handsome man...I'm gonna order some fast food for dinner" he said, a grin formed on your lips and you mumbled "cheesy bastard" before closing your eyes and falling asleep.
You were awoken to the sound of the front door closing, not long later, Spencer walked in with a big paper bag of fast food, he sat down next to you and fed you himself, not wanting to accidentally break the stitches on your chest or cause you any pain.
Before you both went to bed later that night, Spencer lifted up your shirt and gently kissed you on the chest before mumbling "I'm so proud of you...my handsome boy" you blushed and gently ran your fingers through his hair before closing your eyes and falling asleep.
I'm sorry it's a bit short, I have the fattest headache ever so it's really hard to concentrate and think, I hope you like it either way <3
I ended up passing out and sleeping for 1 hour after posting this
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For the ask game can I request 32 (Pregnancy Fic) and 55 (Established Relationship) with Spencer reid x ftm reader. Thank you :)
32 (Pregnancy Fic),55 (Established Relationship)
“It’ll be hilarious Y/N; you have to let me.”
“You’re not making a fake pregnancy announcement for april fools day.”
“You know they’d fall for it!” Spencer grins at you; you’d been dating for three years and the topic of a family hadn’t actually come up before. Until Derek had made a joke and Spencer had stuttered through it as if it was a serious question. Which had made both of you have a very awkward discussion with the team about how adoption was one of the possibilities; that you could be your own surrogate if you got the all clear from your doctor. You didn’t enjoy the idea of being off your testosterone which is why you and Spencer hadn’t properly talked about it, until now.
“Seriously Spence; it’s bad luck anyways.”
“Bad luck?”
“Mhm; you’re supposed to wait till after the first trimester; less risk of miscarrying.”
“Oh well that would only work if... Oh.” He blinks at you and you grin nodding to the bathroom where you’ve left the three tests you’ve taken
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i miss my boyfriend
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Pretty Girl
summary: you have spencer try on a skirt, but neither of you expected to enjoy it this much.
genre: smut
cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, kink discovery, feminization, spencer in a skirt, use of good girl, use of princess, handjobs, cumming in pants, completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), kink discussion at the end
wordcount: 1k
a/n: this is inspired by the fic "FBI's resident pretty girl" by stainlesssteel on ao3, it gave me feminized spencer brain worms so y'all should check it out.
“Would you be willing to try on a skirt?”
Spencer stops reading and looks over at you from across the couch, surprised. You feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment.
“You don’t have to, of course,” you continue. “I just— I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I think you’d look really good.”
You can practically see the gears turning in Spencer’s head.
“Really?” he asks softly.
You nod. “I, um, I bought one that would fit you the other day on a whim. But you really don’t have to. I can always return it.”
He closes his book and sets it aside. “No,” he says softly, nervously. “I’ll try it on.”
You beam at him and practically leap off the couch, holding out your hand to help Spencer up. He hasn’t needed his cane in a few months now, but helping him stand has become a habit. “Wonderful! Come on, sweet boy, it’s in the bedroom.”
Spencer flushes and takes your hand, letting you pull him off the couch. He lets you lead him to your shared bedroom and park him in the middle of the room. “Stay there,” you say excitedly, patting him on the chest, “I’ll be right back.”
You scamper over to the closet and pull a high-waisted, pleated, white and gray plaid skirt off of a back hanger. You spin around and hold the skirt out in front of you with a smile as you walk back over to Spencer. You hand it to him, and he examines the skirt like it’s some sort of alien artifact.
“Pants off!” you say cheerfully.
Spencer flushes again and drapes the skirt over his arm to undo his belt and push his slacks off his hips. They fall to his ankles, leaving him just in his black boxer briefs, and he awkwardly climbs out of the pants, kicking them aside with a mismatched socked foot. Spencer nervously steps into the skirt and slowly pulls it up his legs. The skirt settles just over his hips and falls to a bit below his mid-thigh. You stare at him in awe. He looks gorgeous.
Spencer’s face is impossibly red when you look back up at him, and he wrings his hands together over his stomach. You reach up, tangling your hand in his hair, and pull him in for a quick kiss. “You look amazing, Spencer,” you say when you pull away. “You look like such a pretty girl!”
Spencer’s breath hitches and his eyes blow wide.
Oh, that’s new. And really fucking hot.
You smirk at him. “You like that, baby? You like it when I call you a pretty girl?” you ask teasingly, stepping closer to him.
Spencer’s gaze drops for a moment, embarrassed, but he nods desperately.
“Yeah?” you coo. “You wanna be my pretty girl?” He looks back up at you and nods slightly. You’re so turned on your whole body feels like it’s burning up.
“Words, sweetheart.” You run your hands over his chest and down to the waistline of his skirt, rubbing your thumbs over his hips in the way you know drives him crazy.
“Y-yes,” he whispers.
You smile. “Good girl,” you purr.
Spencer whimpers at the praise, and you slip your hand down the front of his skirt and into his underwear, suddenly feeling very glad that you bought a skirt with an elastic waist. Spencer gasps as you wrap your hand around his cock and curls forward to press his head into your neck as you begin to stroke him. He pants and whines, weakly thrusting into your hand and digging his fingers desperately into your hips, unable to control himself.
“Aww, look at you,” you tease, sliding your free hand into his hair. “Pretty girl in a pretty skirt, with such pretty, long hair.” You tug lightly and Spencer whines. “You’re practically a princess.”
Spencer’s hips buck forward desperately.
“You like being my princess, sweet girl?” you ask.
Spencer nods frantically, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against your neck that make you groan. His grip on your hips tightens and he’s clinging to you like a lifeline.
He gasps your name weakly.
“Aww, baby, are you close already?” you ask, feigning disapproval.
Spencer whimpers and nods again, thrusting wantonly into your hand.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, princess?”
Spencer continues to nod, his moans rapidly rising in pitch as he gets closer and closer.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for me.”
With a weak cry of your name, Spencer cums hard all over your hand and his boxers. You stroke him through it until he’s trembling and whining, barely able to hold himself up.
You carefully remove your hand, wiping it clean on your pants, and guide him backward onto the bed. You climb up next to him, holding him gently and pressing kisses to the top of his head. Spencer hums contentedly. “Do you want me to—“ he starts.
You shake your head and cup his cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m alright, sweetheart. This was about you. Did you have fun?”
Spencer nods. “I-I didn’t expect that,” he says softly.
“Yeah? You didn’t know you wanted to be my good girl?” you ask. Spencer whines and buries his head in your neck out of embarrassment. You chuckle lightly and run your hand through his hair soothingly. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I really liked it, too.”
Spencer pulls back to look you in the eye. “Really?”
You nod. “Of course,” you reassure. “It was really fucking hot. You look amazing in that skirt, and I loved taking care of my pretty girl.”
Spencer blushes. “C-can we do this again sometime?” he asks nervously. “Not always. I still like being your good boy, probably most of the time. But every once in a while, can I be your good girl again?”
Excitement burns in your chest. You smile and kiss him hard, making Spencer gasp against your lips. “Of course, baby. We can do this whenever you want. Now, c’mon, let’s get you a bath and into something clean.”
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Spencer: wait, how did this happen? We're smarter than this.
Genius!BAU!y/n shaking his head: apparently, we are not.
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Undressing in the Dressing room
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WARNINGS: Semi-public sex, FOR MY CM KINK BINGO CARD, Spencer kind of forces himself to wait to cum, does that count as edging?, Fingering (s receiving), Having sex in the Ross "Dress for less" changing room, Married Spencer + Reader, Spencer doesnt speak a single line of dialog, beta-read by a dyslexic
WORDS: 667
PAIRING: Transgender!s.r. x m!reader
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Despite having lived with each other for a little over a year, you and Spencer rarely had the opportunity to have time alone together. It was either Cases that got in the way, Sometimes Spencer’s mom needed help so he had to fly to see her, every other time neither of you could find it in yourself to truly just enjoy each other's presence in the comfort of your own home.
This still isn't one of those times.
Because right now, you undo Spencer’s belt as quick as you can, not caring about the noise because you’ve currently got him pressed against the corner of the Ross Dressing Room. Within five seconds of being in there, you've got your hand down Spencer's pants, fingers prodding at his slickend entrance. He's already so worked up, it'll be easy to pretend like nothing happened once you walk out of there in five or six minutes.
One hand is occupied covering his mouth, the other busy starting to pump your fingers in and out of his tight hole, searching for that sweet spot. The expression Spencer makes is beautiful, nothing but drop-dead gorgeous in your eyes. The way he shudders and clenches around you when your fingers brush that sweet spot is a feeling like no other.
You tuck your head into his shoulder to hide your own noises, his body tenses up when someone walks by, an attendant knocking, interrupting by asking “Are you boys okay in there?” By the sound of her voice, you could tell it was the little lady that helped you find the changing room. You lift your head, taking no more than a second to respond.
“Yes, We're fine. We're just trying to decide whether or not we should buy this shirt when it's kind of tight.”
“Oh, I could go grab you a different size, Honey. It’s no problem.” The sweet old lady responds.
“Thank you, ma'am. Size Medium of the affliction button-up.” You finish up the conversation, jabbing Spencer's sweet spot with your ring and middle finger while swiping your thumb over his clit with every other word. Once you turn your head back to face him, his eyes are wide and full of tears, body trembling in a way that tells you he's using every ounce of strength he has to not cum with a stranger four feet away. You lean in close, lips brushing over the shell of his ear as you soothe him, telling him to let go once she walks away.
The lady checks on another customer in the dressing room across the hall before heading off to find that button-up you had requested, and it only takes one more gentle jab to have Spencer whimpering against your hand while he cums around your fingers, eyes rolling back while a few tears escape, which you immediately kiss away. You massage that sweet spot to help him ride the high, removing your thumb from his clit the same time you pull your fingers out.
You wipe the evidence from your fingers, helping Spencer redo his belt and fix his shirt. You kiss his cheek a couple of times, just to make sure he's calmed down. You open the dressing room door just as the lady walks up to it, without having a clue of what just happened she hands you the medium-sized shirt with a smile before helping you and Spencer to the cash register.
At the register, Spencer practically hides behind you while you pay for his new clothes. His arms are wrapped around your waist from behind, his head rested against the back of your neck, and his body pressed against the back of yours completely, not an inch of space. The lady hands you the bag with a smile, commenting “You and your husband are just the cutest.”
Both yours and Spencer’s eyes widen at that, though you simply thank her while glancing back at him. She must have seen the matching wedding bands you have.
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Bingo Card Contents: Praise Kink, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Pool/Bath/Jacuzzi, Mirrors, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Body Worship, Topping from the Bottom, Aftercare, Caught in the act, Dry humping, Crying, Mutual Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Bed Sharing, Semi-Public sex, Partially Clothed, Premature Ejaculation, Hair Pulling, Begging, Phone Sex, Oral Fixation
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The Intern | Prologue
A/N: Oh look, another series *sweats nervously*
Overview: (Y/N), with the help of his godfather Aaron, manages to get an internship with the behavioural analysis unit.
Warnings: None
Ever since you could remember, all you wanted to do was to be a profiler (okay so it started out a 'policeman' but when you learnt that profilers were a thing, you want to be one). And now, here you were, a college student interning for the FBI over summer. You were young, barely just turned twenty, not yet old enough to drink. You were just about to start your final year of college in two and a half months. And those months (starting today) would be spent interning for the BAU. Granted, the unit chief, Agent Hotchner (and your God Father), had pulled a few strings and had promised that you would not just be going on coffee runs. You could not wait.
Aaron had reassured you that the team would be accepting of you, knowing that you were transgender and was worried as to what the team would think, and that he would be the only one aware of the situation. He also outlined some 'non-negotiable' rules - such as, no wearing a binder for longer than the recommended time, if you were struggling with testosterone shots (or anything) you could go to him, if you were struggling whatsoever about anything you were to talk to him. You had obviously agreed to this - they seemed reasonable enough. He also reassured you that the team would not know, unless you wanted them to - which you opted out of for the time being.
And now, you were stood in the elevator, watching the screen, blue backpack on, clutching the strap tightly. To be honest, you were bricking it. You had made sure to dress smart casual (whatever that meant), and so, wore jeans, a short sleeved t-shirt that was a size too big (for comfort), and a zip up hoodie. That was smart casual right? Either way it was too late to go home and change.
The lift gave a soft ding and the doors opened. You gave Aaron a smile when you see him waiting for you.
"I'm afraid introductions will have to be short," He said, already making his way to the round table room. "We've already got a case. Do you have a go bag?" When you nodded, he continued, "Good, it'll be all hands on deck."
And with that, he opens the door and ushers you in.
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