i-heart-armin

[i-heart-armin]

Hi! I saw your Armin and Bertholdt fics and I really love how you wrote the characters. Do you write for other AOT men like Eren or Levi?

Hii! Thank you and I do in fact write for eren and Levi, so if you would like to request a fic I’m open to any ideas!

[i-heart-armin]

hellooo, i js read ur amin fic and i actually love it sm!!

do you think you can write for bertholdt but in a marley time skip? thank you!

Thank you and yes ofc I can!! I’m not rlly a Bertholdt kinda girl but I hope I did ok, also I take ages to write so my apologies on the late response haha. Um I also kinda messed up the times cause it’s not rlly years in the future but it’s still Marley so I hope it will suffice 🙏🙏

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Pairings: Bertholdt Hoover x Fem Reader

Summary: Reader confesses her feelings to Bertholdt after her comes back from his mission in Paradis.

Warnings: Light smut, making out, hickeys, cunnilingus, premature cumming in pants 💀, kinda sub Bertholdt, light angst.

Word count: 2284

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5 long years. 5 excruciatingly long years sitting complacently while the four Marleyan warriors sought the land of devils, Paradis. They could be alive and well, best case scenario, or they could be dead, or lost, not even able to find the small civilisation. Who knew something so seemingly insignificant could pose such a great threat to the livelihood of the entire world?

Your gaze bore into the cobblestone pathways near the docks, fingers anxiously fidgeting as you couldn’t even manage to bring your head up to see who got off the boat. You thought you’d have more time, feelings aren’t something you should rush, after all. Yet that same belief may have been the very same reason you live the rest of your life unfulfilled and regretful, the candidate named Bertholdt Hoover, you had liked him, no, loved him. And now you may never get the opportunity to express that, whether it would be reciprocated or rejected was a trivial matter.

You raised a hand to your armband, the fabric strained hard enough to rip as you clenched it. You wished it would, you’d probably be executed by some Marleyan soldier but that felt a better fate than the constant reminder of the selfish, cowardly blood that ran through your veins. The same blood that forced Bertholdt to leave you, even if it was for the sake of your people.

“(Name)!” A small gasp escaped your lips as you whipped your head up to see who called out your name, it couldn’t be him, could it? The dark black hair of the man immediately caught your eye, unfortunately, it was just the guy who worked at the singular restaurant Eldians were allowed to indulge in. “What are you doing here? Isn’t your house a far bit away from here?” You sighed softly before forcing yourself to smile at the man, “I heard talk about the warriors coming back today, I figured I should come to see if the rumours were true.” Your feet shifted uncomfortably in his presence, not that you disliked him, but it pulled at your heart that he stood in place of where Bertholdt should’ve been.

“Ah fair enough, jeez they’ve been gone awhile though, I'd be surprised if one came back, let alone all.” You grated your teeth, how fucking insensitive could he be. Sure, everyone thought it, even you, but most had the decency to shut up and hope for the best. “They’ve been trained since they were young, I’m sure they made Marley proud, even if they did.. die- their sacrifice wasn’t in vain.” You said indignantly, clicking your tongue as if you were a mother scolding her son. “Uh, sorry didn’t know that was a sensitive topic…” He said as an awkward silence filled the atmosphere. You glanced back at each other without saying another word. Eventually he took the hint and hastily faded into the bustling streets of Liberio.

It had been enough waiting for one day, your patience was wearing thin, but as you took one final glance at the towering ship a familiar figure stepped onto the dock. He had short stygian hair, illusive pale green eyes, and was a heck of a lot taller than when you last saw him, but there was no mistaking it. It was Bertholdt. You swear your heart refused to beat for the whole 27 seconds until he caught your unwavering gaze. Your tear-stricken eyes didn’t dare blink for fear that if you did, he would’ve just been a fleeting hallucination that would disappear just as he did all those years ago. You didn’t even register the sound of his quick footsteps thrumming across the wooden planks, or that he was there, in your arms, like you’d always hoped he would return to.

“I.. missed you.” Suddenly those three words had broken you out of your trance, you gasped for air turning your head to look up into his furrowed brows and glossy eyes. You paused, taking in the warmth of his body and how you could feel the rise and fall of his chest, how you could feel dainty droplets fall onto the collar of your shirt and how you could feel him, alive. After that, the tears refused to stop pouring as you wrapped your arms tight around his scarred body, pulling him in so close that the air trapped inside his lungs was unable to break free. Through broken sobs, you managed to squeak out the few words, “I- missed you too.”

— x —

You left Bertholdt to reunite with his family, continuing to see him as much as you could following the month after his return, growing closer as you both filled each other in on the happenings of the past 5 years, even if much of it was painful for Bertholdt to open up about. It was clear that the little boy you had known growing up was plagued with guilt and trauma, transforming him into a man with heavy burdens and a heart closed off from many, except you. Your lingering touch against his hand and the subtle nods of your head in encouragement made him feel safe, which led you to now, sitting on his bed about to tell him the singular thought that had been imprisoned within the confines of your brain for an eternity.

“Bertholdt… there’s something I need to tell you.”

You felt the bed shift as he turned to look at you, his face highlighted by the warm glow of the evening twisting in concern. “What is it (Name)? You can tell me it’s ok.” You looked down at your hands fisted into tight balls, before gaining the courage to meet his penetrating gaze. “Before you left for Paradis, I wanted to tell you this, but I was too slow and you went there and experienced things I could never even begin to imagine- I thought I would never get the chance to see you again. But you actually did it, you came back in one piece… which is why I need to tell you that I love you, and I always have. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way but I can’t let you go knowing I got a second chance and didn’t take i-“

You were cut off by Bertholdts lips against yours, entrancing you into the most gentle, desperate kiss. Your body initially froze in shock, so startled that it didn't even dawn on you that your crush of 10 years was reciprocating your long-held feelings. Bertholdt pulled away quickly, fumbling with his hands as he tried to apologise, before you returned his earlier gesture, pulling him in by the shirt and unleashing a decade's worth of pent-up frustration. You both tuned into the other's pace, Bertholdts right hand came to the back of your hair, lightly tugging at it as his left slinked around your waist. The way his lips felt unbelievably soft against yours left you in a trance-like state, your body moving fluidly with his as if it were second nature.

The two of you parted for air, gazing into the deepest depths of each other’s eyes, lips wet and chests puffing up and down. “I feel the same way, I love you too, (Name).” You swear you could’ve passed away at that very moment, the wait was well worth it and you couldn’t ask for a more perfect reaction from Bertholdt. “I’m- so happy you feel the same way..” before you knew it you felt your face dampen, too overwhelmed with emotion to look into his eyes you cupped your face with your hands, now sobbing into them.

“Hey, hey.. there’s no need to cry now, I’m here and I’m not leaving.” Bertholdt pried your hands away from your face, tenderly wiping away your tears with his thumb before warmly smiling. You managed to calm down as he soothed you with a hand rubbing up and down the expanse of your back, which with time seemed to become less and less innocent the more relaxed you became. With a clearer view of the situation, reality dawned on you, you had just kissed Bertholdt, in his bed, and his hand was now tracing your back even after the tears had long stopped pouring, almost as if he didn’t want to lose the contact between you two. Bertholdt looked into your eyes and you looked back at him, his hand halting its ministrations. In an instant, the air grew thick with tension and need, and you were being pulled back into a slightly less gentle kiss than before.

Your lips felt hot against one another, and you could feel Bertholdt slowly lowering your frame to lay back on the bed, resting his elbow next to your head while the other cradled your cheek. Yearning for more you attempted to slip your tongue into his mouth, to which his breath hitched before conceding to the act. Your hands ran through his silky hair before harshly pulling him deeper into the kiss, Bertholdt letting out a faint whimper in response. He slid his thigh between your legs before trailing his hand down to grasp your waist, he lifted his head pulling away from your lips, “Please let me make you feel good..”

A moan slipped from your mouth before you clenched your legs around Bertholdts thigh, “Do whatever you want…” you breathily said. In the blink of an eye, he removed his leg from between yours and had his face there instead. He lifted your breezy summer dress, revealing your bare thighs and panties to him, he took a deep breath before leaving light kisses on your thighs, escalating to sucking dark purple marks and making his way to your core. You squeezed your eyes shut as the cold air hit your pussy, Bertholdt didn’t dare move an inch as he stared at you from above. It was too much, he was getting too hard.

“C-can I?” You glanced at him before firmly nodding your head with a meek “yes”. Your entire body tensed as you felt his tongue make contact with your pussy. He licked a long stripe from the bottom to the top, the feeling making you shiver before he slowly started circling your clit. His tongue ever so gentle, began alternating between the soft sucking of your clit, to sensually plunging it in and out of your walls. You felt the muscle strain as it reached deeper within your pussy, making sure he coated every inch of you. Small whimpers escaped your lips as he escalated in pace, which made Bertholdt groan deeply into your core, the vibration causing your toes to curl in pleasure.

The longer his desperate tongue thrust inside of you the harder it was to keep your legs open, your thighs threatening to crush his head if he kept at his skilful rhythm. Large hands gripped your legs, prying them apart as far as they would go, his arms and shoulders too strong for you to resist after the rigorous training and battles fought over the past few years. “Bertholdt- ah! Right there,” you whined, sheets bunched up in your tight fists and back arching off the bed. The way you said his name had him helplessly grinding against the sheets, pants sticky from precum leaving small dark stains on the grey duvet cover.

His tongue darted faster into your hole, his nose rubbing up against your clit in the process. Your hand flew to his now slightly more grown-out hair, yanking him closer to your core. You could hear the faint sound of him whimpering in surprise at the sudden movement. He dragged his clothed cock up and down the bed, too needy to wait until you came to relieve himself. The moans and wet noises of his tongue swirling with the slick of your pussy drowned the room in the sound of lust, suffocating you both as he brought you closer and closer to the precipice of release.

Your legs burned from the stretch of being held open so wide, however, it was mitigated by the overpowering pressure against your walls and clit. He felt it getting harder to keep himself deep inside your hole as you began to clamp down on his tongue, speeding up the motions of his mouth as well as the grinding of his hips against the bed. The action drawing tiny squeaks from the structure as it rocked back and forth. “H-ah! Mm’ gonna- cum!” You squealed, hand gripping his head hard enough to leave a bald spot, sheets damp with sweat and slick, head thrown back against the headboard as your face contorted in ecstasy.

Cum gushed against his tongue as you reached your peak, your symphony of moans and groans allowing Bertholdt to reach his own orgasm, hips violently rutting against the poor blanket. His eyes rolled back as he pathetically whined into your pussy, the sound prolonging the effects of your climax. Your body slumped onto the bed, muscles relaxing as you came down from your high. You jerked upright as you felt the cool lick of Bertholdts’ tongue swallowing the remnants of your juices, “m’ too sensitive I can’t-“ you cried. Looking down where his face lay snugly against your thigh, you smiled, how angelic he appeared. Blissful eyes gazing upon your half-naked body, the evening glow casting a warm halo around his head, why didn’t you confess the minute he came home, a whole month you could’ve been doing this.

You traced your hand down to stroke through his r aven locks, caressing his head tenderly as he brought his gaze to meet yours. “I love you (Name)”, “I love you too, Bertholdt.”

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[i-heart-armin]

3rd Row, By The Window

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Pairings: Armin Arlert x Fem Reader

Summary: You ask Armin to help you study, with a happy little accident your relationship evolves into more than just friends.

Warnings: Heavy smut, making out, thigh gripping, dry humping, thigh grinding, slight tit play, palming, fingering, PnV sex, virgin! Reader and Armin, desk fucking, soft dom Armin, creampie, use of nicknames (Angel, good girl, slut, etc), slight overstimulation, mating press, size difference, raw sex, aftercare, teasing (from eren the next day).

Word count: 6053

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Sunlight illuminated the golden locks of the boy sitting in the third row, next to the window. His gaze was trained on your professor as the words began to topple over one another, his pen scribbling down any coherent information that escaped his chapped lips. Something you had long given up on, not a soul tried or even liked Mr Haas’ class, except for Armin Arlert, forever the goody too shoes striving to be better than the rest. The type to raise his hand about handing in homework while the rest groan in agony, which safe to say doesn’t make him the most likeable character among your peers. Yet something about him made your heart beat one pace faster, palms clammy, and head light. Which is why today is the day you ask for some ‘help’ with his expertise in tutoring.

With your supplies readily packed within the constraints of your school bag, you anxiously anticipated the minute the clock struck the conclusion of the lesson. Strumming your fingers on the desk you looked up to the worn clock on the wall, never failing to be exactly 1 minute behind the rest. The two hands met and this was your cue to go, you swiftly stood up from your seat, pushing it under the desk before letting your legs mindlessly take you to where Armin was still packing away his materials from class. The confident air you once adorned soon vanished when you saw his head poke up to meet you with those intimidatingly blue eyes.

“Oh hi (name)!” Armin chimed, a bashful smile playing along his rosy lips. You were surprised he even recalled your name, you’ve only ever spoken to him what, 2 maybe 3 times? Averting your gaze from his piercing one to look at the fidgeting of your thumbs, you gained the courage to speak, “Uh hey Armin…” He cocked his head to the side, stepping closer to you after he’d slew his weighted bag over his shoulder. “What um, brings you here to talk to me all of a sudden?” He chuckled. You captured all the air you could manage in one breath, finally regaining your composure to look back into his eyes. “I know this is sort of out of the blue but you’re probably the smartest person in this room, teacher included, and I’m struggling with my studies so if it doesn’t take up too much of your time, I would really appreciate if you could tutor me.” The last morsel of air escaped your lungs and you looked up at him, awaiting an answer.

The corners of his mouth turned up as he made the most enchanting smile, truly something you’d see out of a fantasy, and replied. “Of course, it’s no trouble at all, I'd be honoured to help in any way I can. And I’m not that smart, don’t make my head grow too big.” You prayed he wouldn’t notice the blush that was quickly climbing up your neck, and grinned back at him with a plethora of scenarios racing through your mind. “Thank you so much, Armin, you’re being such a great help.” And under your breath, you murmured, “But you ARE that smart.” If he noticed, he didn’t say anything, however, it was likely he did as his cheeks grew an almost hardly noticeable, pink tinge.

“I’m actually free for the rest of the day, if you want to come to my dorm room. Not that we can’t go to a library or your room it’s just that at this time it would be super busy and I wouldn’t want to intrude in your space.” Armin squeaked, averting his gaze for just a moment before returning. Was this a blessing from god himself? Armin Arlert inviting you into his own room, there was no other explanation for it. “No, that’s totally all fine with me, I agree the library would be too busy, and my room is.. a bit of a mess at the moment.” You tittered, nervously exchanging weight between your two feet like a seesaw. “Well it’s set then, let’s start making our way” Armin smiled as you two walked down to the door leading out of the lecture theatre.

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The corridor felt long, too long, the plain white walls and old grey carpet seemed to stretch into an endless abyss, until Armin halted. You were there. Every muscle in your body was stiff as an 80-year-old, contradicting the lively passion of youth burning in your heart. “(Name), we’re here. (Name)?” Broken from your trance you abruptly twisted your body to face the door looming in front of you. “Are you ok, I know the place could use some work but it’s scholarship-funded so I can’t complain.” Armin awkwardly laughed, “No! No, I mean it’s fine, great even, I’m fine just spacing off haha…” Your eyes darted around, Armin looking at you with a hint of concern behind his gaze.

“Alright, as long as you're fine.” He uttered, opening the door to let you in first, ever the gentleman. So this is what his room looks like, tidy, as expected, navy blue bedding made neatly, a picture of his best friends Eren and Mikasa resting prettily on the bedside table, bookshelves from floor to ceiling, not one spot left unfilled, and a large desk complete with anything you could ever need for schoolwork. Armin to a t. “Wow, your room is so beautifully organised, wish I had that kind of commitment.” You joked, turning to smile back at him, to which he returned the gesture. “Well, I try.” He said smugly.

He strode over to the mahogany desk, pulling out an extra chair from behind for you to perch yourself on. “Feel free to make yourself comfortable, if you’re cold you can use my throw blanket, the place doesn’t have heating so it can get a little chilly.” You turned your attention to Armin, holding the fluffy grey blanket in his hand, smiling to yourself you took it gratefully and placed it upon your body, opening your bag to get out your studying supplies. “Thank you, it was feeling a bit nippy in here, won’t you get cold without it though?” Armin slinked around your chair, carefully positioning himself in his own, “Don’t worry about me, I’ve got pants and a jumper on, you’re wearing a skirt so priority should fall to you.”

You nodded in agreement, flipping your textbook to where you were stuck. Armin began to pull out his books, kicking off his shoes as you were reminded to do the same. He watched you, how you swung your legs from the chair, how you tucked your hair behind your ear so as to not get in the way of reading your book, how you would occasionally glance back at him, only to quickly look away with a light dust of pink on your cheeks. You were cute, he had to admit, it was obvious, but in your own unnerved state you ignored how he fidgeted with his hands, how his thigh was subtly bouncing up and down, and how he blushed when you caught him staring. Armin cleared his throat to terminate the silence, “So, um, what was it that you needed help with?”

You explained to Armin the concept you were stuck on, pointing to a practice question. “I just- don’t get how it works, like I know the steps but my brain doesn’t know how to put it into action.” You met Armins’ eyes as he reached over to your hand, shuffling his chair closer so that your thighs may abut at any moment. “Can I?” He asked, glancing at the pen you were holding. “Yeah, sure.” You handed him the instrument, your fingers brushing against each other a second or two longer than what would be considered an accidental graze of the hand. His breath slightly hitched and you raised your head to look at him, however, he had already begun writing on a blank piece of paper nearby.

“Here, (name) I finished this question, let’s go over how to do it.” He placed the paper down next to your book, explaining the question with words you’ve probably never heard in your life, damn that man is smart. It all blurred into one while he was speaking anyway, the way he could talk for hours and you wouldn’t get sick of hearing his sweet voice. He was so close, if you had been cold before you’d done a 180 because with the way your body was overheating you couldn’t help but slide the blanket down your legs to release some of the warmth. Exposing just your upper thighs, as you didn’t have the gall to completely take it off after recently accepting his thoughtful gesture.

Time passed as you followed the same formulaic routine, practise questions, marking, explanation on where you went wrong, where you didn’t. The room now had an orange aura about it as the sun began to take its rest for the day, you’d lost count of what question you were on, your palm rested against your head acting as the lone barrier between you and your heading slamming the desk in exhaustion. You heard the sound of a pen rolling across the desk, and Armin's hand was on your upper thigh. Gripping it, hard. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to do that, I was just trying to reach for the pen before it fell off the desk when I sort of lost my balance, I’m really sorry (name).” Just your luck.

Your face burned a bright red, as did his as he desperately tried to explain himself. But fuck did you want him to do it again. Nothing but spurts of air came out of your mouth, no words could describe what you were feeling, what you wanted him to do to you. The room fell silent for a brief period, and a shaky breath escaped your lungs. “I’m so so sorry, I can leave if you need me to, although this is my room so- um- I don’t know…”

You jerked your head up, looking at Armin as he thrashed about in his chair, searching for a solution that he wouldn’t be able to find in his flustered state.

“Armin calm down, I don’t mind, you didn’t try to make me feel uncomfortable on purpose or anything!” You said, grabbing a hold of his strong shoulders and gazing deep into his azure eyes. He sat still, exhaling in relief. “God I thought I screwed it up with you, you had me panicking when you weren’t responding.” He chuckled, “It’s all good Armin, stop overreacting you only touched my thigh, there are worse places.” You smirked, “But I’d probably like you touching me there more…” you said in the faintest voice, thinking someone as quick-witted and observant as he wouldn’t notice. His jaw dropped in shock and his back straightened upright as electricity coursed through his nervous system.

“Did you.. mean that?” You slowly turned your head back around in horror, no way he fucking heard that, the window was close by may as well take a dive off the 3rd floor. “H-huh?” You tried to play it dumb, nobody here is being fooled by that, not even yourself. Armin took a breath before glancing to the side and back at you, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he almost choked on his words. “I could be completely off base here but, if you meant what you said, then I guess- I wouldn’t, uh, mind touching…” he said, his voice barely a whisper by the last word. You sat there, dumbfounded. It must be a dream.

“I- uh, yes?” Armin moved closer, gently placing his hand on top of yours, “Don’t feel pressured we can go back to studying if it was just a sarcastic remark.” Your heart was beating a thousand times per minute, and any oxygen passing through your lungs vanished in an instant, this couldn’t be happening, could it? “No, I meant it, really, if you still wanna…” His hand tenderly trailed from your own up your arm and to your waist, pulling you closer into his embrace. The blanket that provided you warmth slipped off your legs entirely to be long forgotten on the floor. His veiny hands delicately tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, as he leaned in and whispered, “I’ll do whatever you want me to, just say the word alright?” His body heat radiated against your frame, causing you to let out small pants as his fingers leisurely traced up and down your sides.

“Kiss.. please.” You said breathily. Armin pulled back, you could see a certain hunger in his eyes before his plush lips met your own, he was intense, yet docile, taking such care in pleasing you, beckoning to your every wish and desire. “You're so perfect, so sweet for me.” He said between kisses, your lips entwined with each other, neither of you eager to stop anytime soon. He brought his other hand to rest behind your neck, lightly grasping your hair to pull you deeper into the kiss. The hand that was around your waist slithered down to the back of your thigh as he used it as leverage to lift you onto his desk. You gasped at the sudden movement, allowing Armin to intrude his tongue into your mouth, as his hand once again seized your waist.

“Mh!” You moaned into his mouth, as he slid his surprisingly muscular thigh between your legs, pressing against where you needed him the most. You grasped at anything behind you to stabilise yourself, the contact making your body go limp, so long for the various papers and stationary that toppled off the desk in your wake. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, a gasp escaped your lips, breaking the kiss while he moved his thigh up and down, rubbing the thick material of his pants on your clothed pussy. “Be a good girl and use it, ok?” Armin purred into your ear, his lips making their way from your jaw, down to your neck, and stopping at your collarbone, marking them with maroon-coloured blemishes. As per his instructions, you began to rock yourself on his leg, hands clawing at the fabric of his freshly ironed jumper, leaving wrinkles in the fabric as it bunched up.

He took clutch of your waist, you could feel his fingertips softly guiding your hips to arch forward and backward in a fluid motion. The friction of his rough jeans was too much to handle, making your clit throb incessantly while small whimpers slipped off the tip of your tongue. Your legs desperately suffocated his own as you rocked yourself at a faster pace. To which Armin promptly shoved his leg further into your core, causing the desk to shake and miscellaneous objects to fall from the cliff as he spread your legs out once again. “You’re doing so good, keep going. Tell me where to touch you next.” All you could manage was a barely audible “Ok”, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

All of a sudden he stopped, his leg halting as he lifted his head from your body, hair messy, pupils dilated, and lips wet. The look in his eyes said he wanted, no, NEEDED to devour you. However, the loss of contact made you whine out in frustration. “Min..” you groaned, apprehensively grinding yourself on his leg in hopes he would move just an inch. “(Name) you gotta tell me with your words now,” Armin spoke, leaving one more kiss on your neck before looking up at you with pleading eyes. Sighing, you bit your lip in embarrassment, “Anywhere, everywhere, wanna feel you all over me… inside me.” He gazed back, stunned at your confession, not to say he wasn’t wishing for the same thing.

You felt the harsh grip of his hand on your ass in an instant, pulling you flush with his hips where you could feel the unmistakable hardness of his dick pressing against you. He swiftly lifted your legs to wrap around his torso while pushing your back against the desk, his hand placed behind your head to make sure you didn’t hit it too hard. His lips were hot against yours and you could feel your baby hairs cling to your forehead from the sweat. Armin's nimble fingers made their way up your shirt, carefully pulling it over your head while he held you off the desk by your waist, hands burning your skin with the simple touch. Your eyes darted down to where his erection strained against his pants, he couldn’t help but needily grind his cock into you to release at least some pressure.

Armin's free hand went to cup your breast through your bra, kneading the flesh as you moaned out in ecstasy. Soon he reached around your back to unclasp the undergarment, staring intently as your tits slightly bounced while falling out. He pressed into your core harder as he felt the soft sensation of your bare boobs beneath his fingertips, experimentally rolling your nipple between his index and middle. The heat in the air was unbearable, the warmth of Armin's jumper far too much at that moment. He gave a quick peck and a quaint “sorry” before lifting himself to strip his body of the item, revealing his toned torso and arms.

While you gawked at his body his hands were making fast pace to underneath your skirt, his short nails leaving tingling sensations as he traced them up your thighs. He folded up your skirt to get a better view, pausing to stare at the pink lace panties you adorned and discreetly swallowing the saliva forming at the back of his throat. He traced his eyes along your body, committing all your curves, the slight furrow of your brows and the way your chest raised up and down in anticipation to memory. His hand trailed its way down to your underwear, breathily sighing as he pressed his middle finger into the large soaked patch.

“Are you this wet for me?” Armin borderline whispered, his face flushing a deep crimson he attempted to hide by swivelling his head to the side. “You’re so cute, Armin.” You mused, interlocking your fingers with his and squeezing them within the palm of your hand. “N- stop, I can’t focus if you tease me like that..” He turned his attention back to you, face still flushed as he guided the hand you were holding to press against your panties. “Do you feel how fucking drenched you are?” He pressed your hand harder into your clit, “How am I not supposed to get excited?” Armin said defensively, you giggled at the sight before you were rudely awoken to his fingers dipping beneath the confines of your underwear.

Your moans rang embarrassingly loud in the small room as a finger shallowly dipped itself inside your pussy. “Is that ok with you?” Armin questioned, it didn’t really matter though as you’d let him do anything to you, however, you mustered up a half moan, half mhm in reply. His finger pulled its way out before pushing in again, much deeper than before. He set a slow rhythm, getting you acquainted with the feeling of something foreign inside of you. You peeked down to where his finger was pumping repeatedly, the veins of his hand prominent when he strained to curl his finger.

“Please, more.” You beseeched, he met your half-lidded eyes and swore he could’ve come from the perilous gaze staring back at him. “Anything for you angel.” And with that, you felt the stretch of a second finger entering you, thrusting faster and harder till your toes were curling in euphoria. Armin leaned over your body to kiss you, his tongue entering your mouth without hesitation, his fingers unrelenting on this attack on your pussy. As he was placing a thumb on your clit, his body jerked at the unforeseen touch of your hand palming his dick. “Mmm, so good min-“ you praised, causing him to nearly double over in pleasure.

The harder you pressed against his cock, the faster he would circle around your clit and thrust his fingers in and out, the more raucous your moans, the more you felt the twitch of his dick beneath his pants. It was a battle of who could indulge the other better, first to come lost, although it was never a fair fight, with the way he reached that spongy spot inside of you over and over, you were mere seconds from falling apart. “Gonna- come, ah!” You shrieked, your core clenching around his fingers so hard he may never be able to escape, “Go on, come for me now.”

You were past the threshold, climax hitting you with the power of a thousand colossals’. Although Armin didn’t stop the plunging of his fingers, rather speeding up, causing a lone tear to trickle down the side of your cheek onto the long-forgotten answer page he had so kindly written for you. “S- too much Armin..” You panted, still high off the last orgasm that propelled its way through your body at an alarmingly intense rate. “I know you can do it, trust me you won’t regret it.” He mumbled into your ear, arm tired yet still so eager to make this something to remember, make him something to remember. “Won’t be able- to take this,” you lightly brushed your hand over his erect dick, “if you keep going.”

His heart stopped momentarily before his hand. You slumped back when he gently pulled his fingers out of you, a string of your cum still attached from where his fingers were inside of you. When it broke, your blurred gaze followed his hand to where he placed them tactfully in his mouth, beginning to suck the viscous liquid. They came out clean, sparkling even, not a single drop wasted, and your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight.

“I uh- I don’t have any condoms 'cause I usually, no- haven’t, done this before..” Armin stuttered, eyes darting around his room just in case he’d find the non-existent protection he was speaking of. “Me either.” You said reassuringly, despite the nerves that were eating you up alive. “Really?” He questioned, “I didn’t mean that in a rude way at all it’s just- you’re so beautiful it was surprising to hear that.” Armin flushed, interlinking his pinky finger with your own. “I could say the same for you, I mean you’re sweet, handsome, smart, and with the way you were y’know doing that earlier I thought you must’ve had experience.” Your head turned away at the last word, it was far too embarrassing to look him in the eye after you said all that.

However, you were caught off guard when he grasped your chin between his index and thumb, turning you back around to meet him face-to-face. You felt his soft breaths against your skin, he was so close, and the way he was looking at you felt so.. intimate. “I may or may not have had practice with that stuff with my previous girlfriend, but I’ve never gone this far with her, or anyone for that matter. We’ve barely talked but there’s this feeling in my gut saying it wants it to be you.” A short gasp slipped past your lips, you wanted it to be him, too. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean, obviously, so- please I need you right now.”

The clinking of his belt buckle rang through the room, commanding all your attention. His fingers danced through the belt loops, pulling it loose, you heard the clear thump of it falling to the ground. You utilised your elbows to prop you up, gazing downwards as he undressed himself, alluring you as if it were some kind of performance. He unbuttoned his trousers, and undid the zip, sighing in relief as the constraints were lifted. They slid down his legs, taking their time to reveal the main act of the evening. “Before I take these off, could you please take off your skirt and panties for me?” Armin croaked, attempting to distract the spotlight from shining on him too long. You complied, shimmying the items down your legs and blushing as you realised you were completely naked for Armin Arlert to see.

“It’s only fair you return the favour…” He pulled down his boxers, letting his cock spring free, it was pretty like him, pink and dripping with pearly white beads of precum, and surprisingly big too. You couldn’t help but stare, yet he couldn't complain, as he was doing the exact same to you. You both gawked at each other, unmoving. “Will that fit-“, “You’re so gorgeous-“, You both spoke at the same time, inebriated by the other’s presence. The implications of that comment dawned on Armin, and he tried to shield himself out of instinct, he was far too laggard though, as you gripped his wrist before he could block your view. “Don’t cover yourself, I wanna see all of you, even if it is a tad daunting.” You chuckled.

You felt his muscles soften under your hold, slowly pulling his hand away to place it on the desk, caging you with his presence. “I promise to be gentle, just tell me whatever comes to your mind to guide me, please?” He whispered, his head dipped down into the crook of your neck. You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating when your chest gladly welcomed his. “Ok, but just know that I trust your judgement on any decision you make, try not to overthink anything and enjoy it for me.” You smiled, running your fingers through his silky locks. “Of course,” Armin tenderly spoke back, as he raised his body from yours.

You gasped as you felt his dick rubbing along your pussy, coating itself in your slick. Until it caught in your opening, his tip at your entrance pulsing and needy to be sheathed inside you. One hand guided his cock within your walls, the other rested against a shelf for support, inch by inch he sank deeper into you, and as the distance between him and the hilt shortened, he was reduced to a symphony of pathetic whines. However, your voice sought to challenge his, moans just as loud as the other, making it infinitely harder for him to stop the pulsing of his dick inside you. Armin was both equipped with girth and length, making the stretch unbearable, your hands that were wrapped around his frame clawed the skin, leaving stinging red lines behind their path.

“You’re so s-so good, just relax your body f’me, you’re too tight, nh-“ He rambled in your ear, barely able to pronounce his words at the sensation of your warm, wet pussy engulfing him whole. The feeling of the harsh wood underneath you was completely numbed by Armin as he pushed deeper and deeper, not an end in sight. You could feel the slightest movements, the two veins that ran along the underside of his dick, and the shivers that ran down Armin's spine, causing him to jolt his hips forward abruptly. “Just a little bit.. ah- more, taking me so well.” You felt the last of him slip inside you, your hips flush against his, stretching you out further than ever before. Your breaths were in unison for the minute or two you were rendered inert, the burn began to ease and the need for more had arisen.

Leeching onto his shoulders, you rolled yourself into him, a choked moan escaping his erubescent lips. Your eyes met in a moment of agreement, and his hips pulled back timidly before returning to their original position. Full body shudders erupted over your perspiring skin, he pulled back, only to push back in again, and out, and in, and out, and in, until it was a slow but fluent movement. You gazed up above you, to see the upturned brows and marginally parted lips, to which high-pitched whimpers and praises couldn’t help but fall out of. He was ethereal. Yet you wished for more, to stain every crevice and crumb of his being with adultery and filth. A sardonic pleasure in which you can bask in the knowledge that you and you alone have ruined him for anyone who dares to unveil his sheep’s cloak.

“Harder, min..” you moaned breathlessly into his ear, making his abdomen tense violently, attempting to keep himself from filling you up with his cum that very moment. Warm air tickled your ear before you were left with nothing but the tip of his dick inside you, that was until everything was inside you, in an instant. His cock split you open, gradually fucking you harder and faster till saliva was threatening to pour from the side of your mouth. Your legs wrapped around his torso, ankles interlocking to get him as far as possible. He reached his hand down to feel your stomach, pressing down so that he could feel his cock meet his fingers, “does it hurt taking it?” Armin questioned, with half-lidded eyes you looked below you. “Bit, not much anymore though… if I wanna be your slut- gotta get used to it.”

His hips stuttered, breaking the fast rhythm they had built up, and a loud groan slipped past his lips. His hands travelled to capture the backs of your knees, protracting your legs to rest over his broad shoulders. Resting his weight on your body your knees touched your chest, and his thick cock plunged itself deep inside you. “F-fuck Armin!” He soon regained his previous pace, the only sounds that graced your ears were the wet slaps of him pounding your pussy like no tomorrow, and the periodic thumping of the desk knocking on the thin walls. Armin coyly glanced to the side before perking up, “Such a good fucking slut for me, taking my dick like that-“ he choked on his words as he felt your pussy squeeze him desperately, the hand on your waist gaining a bruising force.

“If you tighten around my dick like that I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself…” good thing you didn’t want him to. Armin caressed your cheek with his free hand, before slinking it around the back of your head and pulling you up by the hair to meet his supple lips. You retaliated by biting down lightly on his bottom lip, making his thrusts increase in pace. His dick was kissing the head of your cervix as you whined broken sentences into his mouth, “r-ight, there.. ah! Min-“ he adjusted the angle of his hips to reach that spongey spot inside of you, your legs still being brutally folded in half with your feet dangling over his head.

“M’ gonna come..” the pressure had built and wrapped tightly around your core, drawing you closer and closer to the precipice of release. Armin relinquished the battle of your tongues, leaving a small string of spit between your swollen lips, and placed a thumb over your clitoris, swirling in rapid circles. “Mh- me too, come for me, angel.” And with that, your pussy was squeezing the life out of him like a vice, the two of you moaning loud enough to alert the whole building. “Can I- fill you.. up? Please?” You choked out a faint “yes” before you felt Armin's strokes begin to falter and eyes roll back in gratification. The warm sensation of his cum saturating your insides made you clench around him even tighter, drawing out every last drop as he watched himself fuck his cum back inside you.

“Ah! Such a, good, fucking, girl.” He panted, accentuating each word with a hard plunge. Before he slumped down to rest against you, holding your body tenderly in your hands while he ran another through your slightly damp hair. You felt the tensing of his muscles begin to alleviate, and your heart rate climbed back down to a moderate pace. Armin pulled out gently after taking a moment to regain his breath, even so, it hitched again when he saw his cum seep out onto the desk. “I’ll be right back,” he said, pecking you on the cheek before going to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.

He came back to the sight of you, fucked out on his desk, legs trembling, and eyes fighting to stay open. “Sorry if it feels too sensitive, it’ll only be a second I promise.” He carefully dragged the towel between your legs, making you squirm as the fabric briefly brushed your clit, and down onto the table where it had seeped out. “C'mon, let’s get you in the shower, yeah?” Armin gently lifted you in his arms, your legs wrapping around him like a koala bear, before he carried you to the cramped bathroom. “I’m so sorry if I was too rough, just wanted to make you happy.” He said, hiding his face in the nook of your neck, “Don’t apologise, I liked it, a lot.” Armin blushed, rotating his head to the side as he turned on the hot water, placing you down on your feet but making sure to still hold you in case you didn’t have the strength to stand. “Me too…”

—x—

“Soooo Armin, what did you do yesterday?” Eren grinned, reclining back in his chair watching Armin's hand immediately halt as he glanced to the side blushing. “Oh- uh, just the usual, y’know studying..” he chuckled, now repeatedly clicking his pen up and down. “Oh yeah, I bet you were doing a lot of ‘studying’ with (name) last night.” Armin's tongue darted out to wet his lips, looking to the ground as he was too embarrassed to meet Erens mischievous gaze. “Yeah, we were um- well she asked me to tutor her.” Eren bounced his knee up into the desk three times with faint moans before smirking, “Did you forget who lives on the other side of your wall? You guys were loud as fuck, good on you though I didn’t know you had that in you.”

His hand came down to his knee, Eren slapping it carelessly while breaking out into a fit of laughter. Armin lightly kicked him under the desk, his face tomato-red as he glared at the guy sitting across from him. “Shut up, we’re in a library and people are staring!” Armin whisper-yelled. Eren went dead silent as he spotted you a table or two away, noticing a plethora of dark purple marks along your neck. “Goddamn, you were feasting on that shit.” Armin buried his head in his palms while Eren sat there eyes wide with shock. You felt someone’s gaze boring into the back of your head, turning around you spotted Armin and his best friend Eren. You waved over to Armin to which he mustered up a meek smile and waved back, Eren looked over at Armin with a shit-eating grin on his face before ushering you over.

“Hey (Name), I’m Eren, I think we’ve talked in one of our classes before.” You sat down in the chair next to Armin, positioning yourself to face Eren, “Uh yeah I think I remember you! Good to see you again.” You smiled, glancing over to look at Armin, whose eyebrow was twitching ever so subtly. “Oh I actually saw you this morning when you came out of Armin's room, sorry I didn’t say hi sooner.” Your neck snapped back around to Eren, the only thing coming out of your mouth being awkward chuckles. You’ve never seen someone so innocent-looking give the deadliest glare to someone before.

“(Name), do you wanna go on a date, right now?” Armin asked, entangling his fingers with yours. “I-I’d love to, but um, weren’t you hanging out here before I intruded?” Eren leaned forward in his chair, “Go on with Armin, it makes me happy to see him with a girlfriend after so long.” He said earnestly, neither of you confirming or denying the accusation before you both stood up leaving him with a small “thank you”.

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I don’t really like the starting bit it’s lwk cringey, but I prefer smut with some backstory so whatever 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️. Hope you enjoyed I know ts isn’t realistic for a first time but it’s fanfiction so who cares 🙏. I’m open to any requests also, as long as it’s not incest…

[i-heart-armin]

Puppy Love - Ch.2

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: The team wraps up their case and is dying to head home after many sleepless nights, however Spencer and reader end up have quite the eventful flight back home.

Warnings: light swearing, tension, compromising positions 😏, mentions of murder, child abduction.

Word count: 4019

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After getting back to your unkempt motel room and passing out, you were rudely awoken by your body with an undying thirst for some cold, crisp water (those who get it, get it). You, however, were deprived of that. In replacement, was an exceedingly discombobulated Spencer Reid. It was safe to say he was true to his word last night, you didn’t think his eye bags could get any darker.

You strode across the shabby oak floorboards of the police station, going in a B-line straight for the Doctor. Not entirely sure why if you were being honest, but it didn’t matter either way, Hotch called out your name before another encounter could ensue. “Yes, coming!”

You hurried over to the man waiting with the sheriff of the small country town of Kildaresh, Alabama. “(Last Name), This is Sheriff Gill, She’ll get you accustomed to the general layout of the town. Hopefully, it’ll give you a fighting chance of keeping up with Reid when working on the geographical profile.”

The woman was of average height, with brown eyes and hair that flicked upwards at the ends. You flashed her a small smile and light handshake before she gave you a rundown of where the family's houses were located, spots they frequented, places they had in common, and so on. Quickly thanking her, you finally made your way over to Spencer, engrossed in the red lines scattered along the large map. “So… would it be uhm, okay if you could get me up to speed here, please?” You asked.

He didn’t pay you any mind, out of annoyance or obliviousness you weren’t sure. “Dr. Reid..?” He gripped the marker tighter as he made one final stroke connecting a popular Diner and laundromat. His stance shifted to meet your gaze, well-worn Converse squeaking against the floor. “Yes, sorry what did you say?”

“Oh uh I just wanted to know if you could explain what’s going on..” you gestured your hands in the direction of the map, luckily he got the idea from your extremely vague explanation. “Of course, so this is the most popular massage parlour in town, famous amongst the male population for their expertise, and this-“ You giggled, causing Spencer to knit his eyebrows together in bewilderment. “Spencer, you know that’s more than just a massage parlour right?” You teased. His face tightened further, even more lost than before. “You know… happy endings and stuff?”

He stared a while longer before realising what you meant, a vibrant pink dusting the tips of his cheeks. “You are- uh right, about that.” He chuckled, for the most part out of embarrassment. His Adam’s apple bopped in his throat after the laughter had subsided, leaving you with an intense game of trying not to blink, which Spencer inevitably lost. He involuntarily ripped his eyes away from yours. In favour, they traced down every slight curve and outline of your body, before continuing his not-so-little information dump.

— x —

You could hear the deafening sound of the jet flying down into the barren airport, ready to take you home. “God, I am beat!” Exclaimed Morgan as he threw his arms out in an exaggerated yawn. You had caught the unsub, a bastard murdering families consisting of mostly women and recording it to sell online to sickos much like himself.

You and Spencer worked surprisingly well together, tracking down the location of his next target, the Andersons. You quickly picked up on how these things worked, thankfully not being too much of a nuisance- except for maybe teasing Spencer, but that was all in good fun.

Morgan collapsed down on the first seat his drooping eyes lay upon. The man was not lying when he said he was “beat” after that big chase he had with the unsub. Everyone was left on the edge of their seat as Morgan, our last hope of catching the guy, ended the wild goose chase by tackling him to the ground.

The rest of the team poured into the jet and followed suit. You claimed a comfortable spot on the couch next to Spencer, the opposite end as Morgan and the team. He glanced over at you, sporting his straight-lipped smile in acknowledgment of your presence.

You didn’t speak, long night after long night taking its toll on your ability to have any kind of conversational prowess. Reid extended his arm back to reach for something, you couldn’t quite make out what it was until he was laying it over the top of himself. A warm, fluffy blanket. The things you would do to have that wrapped around you right now. Fortunately, Spencer had the foresight- or more like simple observational skills to lift it towards you with a questioning look. For which you gladly took the unspoken offer.

He draped it around you both, making sure it was evenly distributed between the two of you, before lying back to watch the clouds passing by. The radio silence and warm climate lulled you into a slumber within minutes. You had your blanket and something else inescapably had to become your pillow, your subconscious mind's choice? Spencer’s shoulder.

At first, he didn’t realise, attributing it to a peculiar way the blanket had fallen. That theory was soon debunked when whatever the weight resting against him was, moved. He carefully shifted his body to look at his left shoulder, to find that you were sleeping soundly against it. His whole body tensed, stirring you slightly in the process. He tried his best to not make that same mistake again, although it proved tremendously difficult when this was the closest he’d ever come to a woman, apart from his mother and that one time with the Lila Archer, ever.

The combination of you and the blanket was making him seriously start to overheat. Yet he sat impossibly still, terrified of waking you up by accident. Spencer studied and committed each of your features up close to memory, the way your reddish-hued lips were somewhat parted as shallow breaths escaped them, how your eyelashes were so long yet dainty, or the way your face scrunched up in discomfort if he readjusted a centimetre too far. He was borderline panting when you would then bury your face further, cuddling up against him. Causing him to bite down on his lip hard enough for small traces of blood to escape.

In an endeavour to soothe his nerves, he reached into his go-bag for a copy of The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe. The retrieval of the book went swimmingly, your breathing pattern only faltering when he was required to use his left hand to open the hefty book. You started mumbling incoherent noises, squirming about on his side.

“Shhhh, it’s ok. Go back to sleep,” he whispered in your ear as he tucked a strand of hair behind it. Which soon evolved into gently stroking your silky hair until he was one hundred per cent certain you were asleep. He may have done it a touch more than completely necessary, but would he ever admit it? Hell no.

He lifted the blanket higher in areas it had shimmied its way down, before turning the pages of his book. Reading ten times slower than he normally would, one because he didn’t go to all this effort for you to wake up, and two because he physically couldn’t. The dense, recently purchased pages caused his hand to strain uncomfortably when turning a page.

Words began to blur into one, as his eyelids were being forced shut by the powerful forces of exhaustion. His body went limp, leaving the book to topple onto the floor of the jet and his head to fall against your own. His previous stiffness had assumed him at a very upright position, that too, was now gone.

Spencer slouched back into the chair, your head now falling against his chest. You stretched out in your slumber to wrap your arm around him like that of a childhood teddy bear. He soon mirrored your movements, his sizeable hands enveloping the circumference of your waist.

— x —

“Flight passengers please be seated for your arrival.” You peeled your eyes open, your knuckles carelessly rubbing the sleep out of them while squinting from the harsh jet lights. The unfamiliar feeling of waking up in a jet left you in a seriously disoriented state, attempting to gain back some awareness, you began by trying to figure out where you were- but more importantly what was preventing you from getting up. The rise and fall of somebody’s chest underneath you may have been a teeny-weeny clue.

“shit.” You had made Spencer your personal lounge and you were now engulfed by his arms. Could you ever not get yourself into such compromising situations? The only option here was to escape, not desiring an onslaught of teasing over a simple misunderstanding, if someone were to discover whatever this was. You pressed your right palm onto the table, gaining some elevation above him while you placed the parallel foot down. Effectively caging him in the tight space. Spencer stirred slightly in response, but for the most part, so far so good.

Your fingers interlaced with his own, meticulously trying to pry them off of you. The faint noises of people who were waking up on the other side of the jet allowed terror to run rampant in your mind. When you attempted to stand up, Spencer’s brow furrowed in disconcertment, unexpectedly strong hands forcing your body to tumble back into his grasp, double the security of the previous hold.

There was no choice but to resort to plan B, you made your next break for it by raising your legs into a kneeling position, praying that you would be able to slip out backwards. You arched your back while you cautiously manoeuvred out of his iron grip, almost far enough to duck your head under his hands. Soft murmurs could now be heard from the other end of the aircraft, and you could practically taste freedom.

Plan C was the last thing on your mind when Spencer suddenly groped your upper thighs, hazardously close to your ass, and pulled you down to straddle his thigh. Your face was scorching hot, about to burst into flames when you let out an involuntary whimper. All oxygen drained from your lungs when you paused to see if anyone had heard. As much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t deny how the situation was kinda hot and maybe you didn’t mind being in this position with Spencer under different circumstances.

After waiting a short time you had figured all was well, and by some grace of god, Spencer had seemed to regain some consciousness. You surveyed his features, once tranquil, now shifting to a look of panic when he saw you against him, cheeks flushing as he promptly loosened his grasp on your thigh. He didn’t quite get full-blown freaked out before he collected himself and his thoughts, peering over to check if you were still asleep.

You pretended you were to save him the mortification, yet truthfully, you mostly did it for yourself. His slender fingertips ran up the expanse of your back, before tenderly lifting you by the armpits to rest on the other side of the leather seating arrangement. Placing the blanket back on top of you.

You listened intently to the sound of him shuffling with his go-bag while muttering something you couldn’t quite hear, picking the perfect time to pretend to wake up. 

Grumbling, you began to slowly open your eyes, making sure Reid took notice. “(Name), are you awake?” You outstretched your body before responding, “I am now.” Spencer looked at you apologetically, “Sorry if I woke you, we’re landing soon.” “S’ ok, thanks for letting me know, is this your blanket?” Your hand held up the piece of fleece while you made eye contact. “Oh, no, it’s not mine. But thank you anyway.” He said flatly while retrieving the item from your toasty hands.

“Sleep well?” Spencer startled you from your daze. “Ah, yes I did, extremely well in fact.” You said with a slight smirk, not big enough for the Doctor to read into though. “I’m uh, very g-glad. For you, of course.” He stated as he made a plethora of unnecessary hand gestures, clearly recalling the prior events of the trip.

“Did you sleep well too?” You questioned. “I did.. but how’d you know I slept?” The error was already made, there wasn’t any going back on this one. “Oh well, you know..” you trailed off meeting his unfaltering gaze. “I just assumed everyone was, especially you. I know you at least didn’t get any rest that first night, god knows how many others you missed.”

Spencer stared awhile longer, that’s it, your resolve was on its last legs. “Fair enough.” He said, still a bit unconvinced but willing to settle with your answer. “Reid, (last name)! How’s the weather up here, I sure hope you got your beauty sleep and didn’t chat the whole way here.”Emily joked. It was both your turn to get pink in the face. “No, actually, we barely said a word.” Spencer gave a quick smile while he saved you from that awkward interaction, in which you were eternally grateful for.

“Damn (name) you got lucky, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Spencer stop talking.” You giggled for a moment before responding, “Guess he was just too tired to stay awake, I probably kept him up these past few nights. Not that I would mind him talking my ear off the whole way, I actually find his statistics quite intriguing.”

Spencer was dumbfounded, not knowing which part made the butterflies in his stomach go wilder. Was it the insinuation that he was thinking of you each night, which rationally he knew was a harmless joke, yet was the furthest thing from a lie. Or was it you saying you didn’t mind him talking, no, you in fact liked it. Or was it the wink you gave him that made his heart skip a beat? Time wasn’t sufficient enough to have an internal debate with himself, he didn’t need anyone knowing your statement was laden with a tinge of truth.

“What! That is an outrageous accusation, the case was keeping me up. You know, the innocent families murdered? I’m disappointed that you’d think your pretty little face took priority over them.” Emily and you froze in shock, not expecting such a defensive reaction to your joke, and much less the compliment threw in at the end. “Sorry.. uh, that was definitely overkill, not that you aren’t pretty, I’m also not disappointed either… I was trying to joke back…” Spencer trailed off, realising the delivery was completely off after the fact. Shifting from foot to foot, desperately waiting for someone to say anything.

“You think I’m pretty?” Your lips curled into a smile, and Spencer sighed in relief that he hadn’t made you hate his guts. “Well if we’re relatively speaking, you are indeed conventionally attractive,” he blurted out, making you blush from head to toe. “I feel like I’m interrupting something here,” Emily murmured under her breath while she crossed her arms, ready to alight from the jet.

“Interrupting what?” Morgan butted in as he leaned against the couch Spencer and I were previously lying on. “It’s nothing, let’s get out of here so we can enjoy our own homes for a change,” Emily exclaimed while she proceeded to drag Morgan over to the now-open jet door. “Calm down mamas just asking a question here.” He chuckled, placing a hand on his heart in false offence.

Spencer stood nearby in confusion, watching our colleagues stumble down the steep stairs, clearly none the wiser as to why she made such a comment. “Emily’s right, my house does sound rather appealing after being confined to a space the size of my bathroom the past week. I’m gonna head out, you coming?” Spencer perked his head up, not missing a beat before nodding his head in agreement.

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The chirping of birds, as you strolled down the scenic route to the new coffee shop you were trying before work, rang through your ears. It had been a whole two weeks since you started the job, which doesn’t sound like a lot but the amount of work done in that time was astonishing. Thankfully, all cases went well, as well as they could be for serial killers and child abductions, and you seemed to be getting by alright. Great willow trees hung over the pathway, reminding you of how people find them symbolic of humans' capability to withstand hardship, loss, and difficult emotions. A random fact you picked up from Spencer’s rambling spiels.

Speaking of which, you and the doctor had become increasingly close after the past two weeks, paired together on almost every case, eating lunch with each other on the days you actually had the time to, or chatting a bit too much while you were supposed to be writing your reports. Not that you hadn’t grown closer to the other members, it was natural that you would after starting a new job, but with Spencer it was different. When you talked to him or just spent time around him you felt excited, kicking your feet like you were a 13-year-old girl experiencing her first real crush. Not that you had a crush on Spencer, you had literally just met the man. Yet the way conversation flowed so easily made it feel like you had known him your entire life.

You turned the final rustic corner of your picturesque route, effectively ending the refreshing walk as you reached your destination, an ancient-looking building with brick walls, gigantic stained-glass windows, and an abundance of greenery coating the surrounding area. The bell chimed as you stepped through the threshold of the cafe, bookshelves packed from top to bottom lined almost every wall. Yet it didn’t feel cramped, it was rather cozy and you had always preferred older architecture than blocky modern.

“Hello miss! What can I get you today love?” A full-figured elderly lady said welcomingly. “I’ll take a cappuccino please,” you smiled graciously at the woman, you figured you’d stay since work didn't start for about an hour, the warm atmosphere was irresistible on a chilly winter's day like this. “That’ll be four fifty, but I’ll make it four for a sweet girl like you. Name, dear?” She complimented as she mischievously raised her eyebrows up and down. “Ah thank you! It’s just (name).”

You tapped your card against the EFTPOS machine before looking over the wide array of books encased by enormous shelves. The sunlight peaking through the stained glass, casting a halo over a particular section of books, drew your attention. You waltzed your way over the creaky floorboards covered in various scuff marks from what you were sure was a glorious heyday, fingers gracefully skimming over the hard leather backing of the books, they were clearly vintage and of a high quality. A particular one caught your eye, it wasn’t as dusty as the others yet it was obviously cherished by the way the corners and folds were tatty and worn. You pulled the book out to observe the cover, the kind lady spoke up slightly startling you. “You know, I have a regular about your age who loves that book, Ray Bradbury’s work in general I’m certain.”

“I’ll have to meet him I suppose, if the rest of his taste in books is similar then I don’t think we’d ever run out of things to talk about.” You chuckled. Her round cheeks grew wide as she grinned at you, placing your drink down on the homely little booth table you had situated yourself at. “You may be in luck, the young man comes here quite a bit, usually at this time of day too.” Your hand reached out to take a sip of your cappuccino, savouring the bitter yet comforting flavours swirling about your mouth. “That sounds lovely, I can’t wait”.

The bell hanging above the door chimed, alerting the two of you to the presence of another customer, you paid it no mind wanting to know more about this mystery man who seemed to be just your type, however, business was calling to the older woman. Unfortunately interrupting your very intriguing topic. “Hello! What can I get for you today? Or do you just want your usual with extra, extra, sugar?” The woman perked up.

“I’ll just have my usual, thank you”. The man said as the woman excitedly tapped your arm, just when you were about to take a second sip. You placed your cup down, eyebrow rising in curiosity, could this be the mystery man? You glanced up at the beaming old lady scurrying over to a tall, slender figure, one that seemingly resembled a coworker of yours, maybe a bit too well.

“(Name)! I’d like you to meet-“ “SPENCER?!” You exclaimed in utter shock, accidentally interrupting the poor woman. “Hey (name), I didn’t know you went here, um- how’d you know Dilicia?” Spencer questioned his fidgety body language and stuttering signalling he was just as surprised as you were, or maybe that was just his regular self, you weren’t entirely sure. “Uh, well no. It’s my first time trying the place actually, I thought since it was near work it’d be most convenient”. You said, eyes darting side to side as you nervously chuckled.

“Oh gosh! Do the two of you know each other already? Isn’t that splendid!” Dilicia exclaimed, wide-eyed and hands clamped tightly together. “W-we do, yes-“ “Yes we know each other, we’re colleagues”. Spencer and you managed to blurt out at the same time. She smirked at both of your guys’ awkwardness before heading behind the polished front counter towards the coffee machine.

The air settled as the initial shock wore off, Reid and Dilicia strolling their way over deep in a conversation you couldn’t quite make out, but knew you were a part of judging by the woman’s giddy expression constantly meeting your slightly less enthusiastic one. “Spencer dear, I must tell you, just before you came me and Miss (name) were talking about you!” Your face flushed at the unwanted confession, sounding more like you were talking shit about him than raving about how great you’d be together. Neither option was appealing if you were being honest.

“Oh- really? Why were you talking about me, if you don’t mind me asking? Also, how did you know that we knew each other? Oh and what exactly did you say about me, for how long…?” Spencer rambled, definitely now overthinking the whole encounter. You stared down at your hands, picking at your long fingernails probably in need of a well-earned file. “We didn’t know it was you… we were just- well, you know, talking about… stuff”. “Sugar plum honey bum no need to be shy! I was telling (name) about how good a match you two would be. And obviously, I was right, seeing that you’re already ‘friends’.” She winked while saying friends in air quotations.

“D-Dilicia, I can assure you that our relationship is purely professional, we only met very recently, about 14 days, 1 hour and 17 minutes to be exact. Which in fact reminds me that we should both get going, my stay has been longer than I anticipated, and we’re going to be late if we stay a moment longer. I already left money by the cash register, thank you for the coffee.” The woman just smiled as she walked to the back, waving goodbye and telling you both to come by next time- and by both, she meant the two of you, at the same time, at the same table, and all the rest of it. She really needed to become a matchmaker on the side of the cafe business.

The doorbell chimed once again, Spencer held the door open and let you through first, exiting the premises and waving goodbye back to the jolly old lady.

I wrote most of this like a month ago but I didn’t finish it until now because of going back to school and stuff 😭😭 thank you so much for all the notes on the first chapter I really do appreciate it!! The comments are so sweet but for some reason I can’t reply 🙄 Anyways expect more chapters and I hope you enjoyed this one! Oh yeah and happy birthday to my husband 😘😘

[i-heart-armin]

Puppy Love - Ch.1

Pairings: Spencer Reid x female reader

Summary: It’s your first day at the BAU and you meet the genius Dr. Spencer Reid who quickly becomes a blabbering, stuttering mess once you start to get to know him.

Warnings: light swearing, mentions of horror movies/books, general anxiety

Word count: 2182

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The hot sweat that radiated off your body contradicted the chilly morning condensation slowly dripping down the windows of the small but practical car you got for your eighteenth birthday. Nearing a whole six years ago.

You watched as the droplets raced against each other, a harsh battle for which one would reach the window sill first. In an attempt to distract yourself from the fact that you were parked outside the FBI Quantico headquarters, where you were about to start your first ever day as a real FBI agent.

You swung open the car door forcefully, heart pounding with an overwhelming sense of anxiety that comes with starting any new job. Let alone, one of the most highly sought-after and official in the country.

Standing outside in the soft breeze with the tranquil sound of lush trees whisking in the wind, you took a deep inhale. Soon exhaling as you briskly walked your way through the glass sliding doors, into the cold and desolate hallways. Choosing to ignore the emptiness, considering it was 7:30 am and you and your new unit chief, Aaron Hotcher, were presumably the only two people in the building.

Your fingernails dug into the sides of your upper thighs over the rough fabric of your plain black, possibly too-tight slacks. Accentuating in all the right places- just because you’re a huge nerd whose only hobby is reading the latest articles in just about anything, except for maybe how to become an alpha male with a PhD in hating women, does NOT mean you have poor taste in fashion.

Your hand hesitantly reached out towards Hotchs' office door to place three short knocks against it. "Come in." A deep, no-nonsense, kind of voice called out from inside the room. One last deep breath out before you prepared for the best act of faux confidence, dare I say ever performed.

That was until you could feel his eyes reading every tiny detail about you like a book, from the insecure look in your eyes down to the over-thought-out choice of your plain black slacks. All your prior preparation was completely thrown astray. You forgot that profilers also profile regular people, much different to deranged criminals. "H-hello, I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)". You stuttered as you reached to shake the intimidating man's hand. "Welcome to the BAU (Y/L/N), it's a pleasure to meet you".

He went over all the formalities with you until it was time to introduce yourself to the rest of the team, all of which you knew a bit of information about from previous research. Not to be creepy but just to get more acquainted with everyone, lessen the overload of information you were inevitably absorbing on that day.

Your eyes scanned the bullpen as one by one, agents walked through the glass doors of the BAU. Having seen all your soon-to-be-colleagues in the various articles you'd read, none of them phased you, except one. He was tall, and handsome, with slick-back chocolate brown hair, and big, adorable hazel eyes shielded by a pair of glasses, only being 1 year your senior but having accomplished three times as much as you. It was the one and only Dr. Spencer Reid.

He locked eyes with you for a second, before you swiftly averted your gaze to who you presumed was SSA Emily Prentiss, cheeks slightly tinted rosy to have been caught staring. The sound of a door opening and closing alerted you to Hotch advancing towards you, it was time to get the most nerve-wracking part out of the way.

With clammy hands and an urge to jump off a building, Hotch cleared his throat, gaining the attention of his team. "Hi I-um-I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N), but I guess you can call me SSA (Y/L/N), or (Y/N), whichever you'd like!" Well, you completely fucked that one up, may as well just quit right then and there. This was not going according to plan.

"I think I like baby girl better, or maybe pretty girl, you seem like the copy-and-paste female version of our pretty boy Spence here". That must have been the infamous Derek Morgan, judging by his suave attitude and demeanour. Unsure of what to say, you heard another voice speak instead.

"Morgan! You can't just say that, especially not to (Y/N), it's her first day, and I'm not even a pretty boy so that comparison is quite redundant in the first place!" Spencer whisper yelled at Derek. "Come on Reid, she's gonna have to get used to me at some point may as well start as early as possible." He said as he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oh, 'em, gee!! You're so, so, cute! Hi, I'm Penelope Garcia, the world's best tech analyst who can just about hack into anyone's devices." You chuckled lightly before she enthusiastically took your hand. "Good to know, I'll keep that in mind for whenever my ex tries to contact me again". You two both began to break out into a small fit of giggles before another three people approached you.

Jennifer jaureu, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss and yourself exchanged greetings and humorous banter before Hotch ordered the team to meet in the briefing room for your first case. A mixture of excitement and consternation bubbled up in the pit of your stomach as you cautiously made your way down the steps.

The team found their usual spots at the round table, leaving a singular spot next to Spencer Reid. You crept up to the seat, eyes darting wildly over anything that wasn't his own, before facing your body towards him.

"Could I- perhaps, sit here, please?" Spencer nearly jumped at your voice, a little startled by your sudden appearance. "Ah-well, y-yes of course, uh- nice to meet you, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. I didn't mean anything by it, it just seemed like you were busy with other people and- and it just-" "Reid!" Hotch slightly raised his voice to get the attention of the Dr. after calling it out about 5, 10, maybe even 15 times. It's not exactly like you were paying any attention to Hotchner either.

Spencer let out a meek "sorry" before The briefing began. The case involved a string of murders involving families in their own homes, those of which were alarmingly brutal. Even though you had worked with stuff similar to this in the academy, the reality of the crimes never fully set in as it did when you were the one investigating murders and catching the killers.

The briefing wrapped up and not long after it was "wheels up in 30" as Hotch likes to say. You felt like you were already learning a lot about everyone, making it much easier to feel comfortable around them. Although Spencer was still unexplored territory to you.

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"Oh um yeah I really like that book! I mean I think you could already figure by me reading it.." he trailed off before awkwardly tittering. "Have you watched the movie too?" You questioned him, trying to get him to open up more regardless of the fact you were also extremely terrified of most human interaction.

"I have, surprisingly, I mostly just read books". He simply stated. "Ah I see, are you into any horror movies though? Because damn do I love them!!" "I do, I do! They're practically the only ones I watch but I have a fascination with the horror genre, as well as Halloween. Arguably the best holiday ever."

You laughed at his exceedingly biased opinion, sitting yourself down across from him on the plush couch to continue your conversation. In due time, the rest of the team piled in, Spencer and I's delightful discussion was cut short as we had to talk about real-life horror, not nearly as fun.

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As you worked tirelessly into the once radiant sunlight-filled skies, now shrouded by darkness, you could feel the looming presence of slumber sneaking its way into every inch of your body. That seemed to be the way everyone else was feeling too, the drooping eyelids and slouched posture a tell-tale sign that we all needed some well-earned rest.

"Alright let's wrap it up for tonight, we aren't going to make any progress in this state and we need some fresh eyes," Hotch announced. We began packing our go-bags up to head to the least sketchy motel, which was still extremely mediocre at best.

You lazily undressed and threw on your oversized cal tech T-shirt, just your underwear underneath before crawling under the worn-in duvet covers. The moment your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

The same unfortunately couldn't be said for dear Spencer, a lot was plaguing his thoughts. Some were about the case, most were about you. How smart you were, how pretty you were, and especially how well you got along. It wasn't often Reid warmed up to people this quick, even less so with that of the opposite gender, but he found himself getting lost deep in conversation with you. It felt too good to be true, after all he didn’t have the best luck with women.

As he twisted and turned over between his left and right sides, Spencer knew he was getting nowhere. His lanky frame sat upright on the bed, reaching out for his glasses to have some clue where he was heading. He glanced over at the time; 3:42 am, before creaking the door open carefully so as to not wake his dreaming coworkers.

The Dr. made his way in the direction of the lobby, passing by the arguably atrocious-looking floral wall print and stain-ridden carpet. Soon stopping by a janky old vending machine accompanied by an even dodgier-looking water dispenser. He fumbled around in his sweatpants pockets before he inserted a coin to get the sweetest coffee available. He scrunched his nose in dismay, it wasn't sweet at all (It probably was but we know how much sugar this man likes in his coffee).

"Spencer..?" A voice chimed out to him, your voice. "Oh (Y/N), what are.. you um- doing here?" He fidgeted with his hands before looking down to make eye contact. "I could say the same thing," you snickered. "Couldn't sleep. Thought I might as well get some coffee before I attempted to do some more work on the case," He explained.

His eyes travelled even further down your figure, passing the ends of the messy (H/C) hair cascading down your chest. He noticed a familiar bold black text plastered on the front of your T-shirt. The realisation hit in the form of a deep red blush creeping its way up his neck onto his sculpted cheeks, as you were wearing the exact same thing. Excluding the bottom wear, were you even wearing anything underneath- fucking hell could this get any worse for him?

Quick answer, it could. You reached your arm up to snatch the coffee from his grasp, tutting your lip while your shirt had risen just about as far as it could go before you'd flash your lace panties for anyone to see. "Give me that, you need to sleep!" You scolded him, your palm pressed flat against his chest, trying to obtain the drink. He sharply inhaled at the movement, unsure of what to do next.

"It's ok seriously, I wouldn't be able to sleep either way." He assured you, but your stubborn ass couldn't take that as an answer. "You could always come to my room, I'm sure me cuddling you would make you sleep like a baby," you teased. "E-excuse me, what.. do you-" "I'm only kidding, jeez ever heard of sarcasm?" You heartily laughed.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he struggled to articulate any kind of thought racing his temporarily stupefied mind into speech. As Emily said an IQ of 187 was slashed to 60. Luckily for him, you chose to pull away to grab a disposable cup. Lukewarm water trickled into it as you waited impatiently for it to fill.

"God, could this take any longer?" You let out an exaggerated huff before downing it in one go. "And room temperature too?! This place desperately needs some upgrades." Spencer chuckled at your hysterics before you snapped back at him, "What exactly do think you're laughing at, if I recall correctly you were the one left all cute and flustered by my little joke." You raised your eyebrow waiting for a response yet none came, that sure shut him up.

The thud of the coffee cup as it dropped to the bottom of the trash can rang through both of your ears before you promptly turned on your slippers to head back to your own... compact, motel room. Leaving him a star-struck mess who would certainly not need any caffeinated beverages to stay awake till dawn.

Hope this wasn’t dog shit and you enjoyed, l’ll be uploading more parts to this series soon. Thanks for reading and feel free to make any requests for Spencer 😜.