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gubes-sweaters · 4 years

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Mind, Body, and Soul 5

Authors note: Hey, so it's been a while oops. I’ve been writing one-shots in between writing chapters 4 and 5 only because I wasn’t sure where to take this series, but I’ve figured it out and now I’m back. I still have 3 or 4 one-shots written that still need to be edited. This chapter has a couple of switches of the POV. Sorry if it’s a little confusing, but it’s the easiest way to write the story. Also, I know Gideon and Rossi didn’t work together in the early season, but I’m changing it. I realize the TL of a lot of the members is off, but it’s all intentional for the story.

Content warning: Nothing I can think of, but don’t be afraid to tell me about a warning I should put in.

Word count: 2.7k

Chapter 5: New Member of the BAU

*ring ring*

I shift under Spencer's grip trying to reach my phone as it's ringing. He’s such a heavy sleeper that by the time I wiggled out from his arms and grabbed my phone he was still sleeping. He just rolled over before snoring very quietly. I look at my phone and see it's my dad! Shit, I was supposed to meet with my dad at ten today and it's already eleven. I'm not even ready this is such a disaster, what am I supposed to tell him? Oh, don’t worry dad I’m just busy because I’m in the back of this guy’s car and I slept through my alarm! He’s going to kill me because I'm supposed to meet some of my dad’s work friends then go out to lunch with him.

“Ciao papà,” I say trying to sound like I'm awake. He can probably see through my bullshit though because I'm a shitty liar, and he's a profiler.

“Where's my bambino and why isn't she at the BAU right now? My colleagues want to meet you.”

“Sorry, I spent all night studying and I must've slept through my alarm I'll be there as soon as possible,” I technically lie to him I did sleep through my alarm.

“Okay...well, I love you. I have a security badge ready for you. All you have to do is tell security who you are and you're here to see me,” He's clearly not convinced but I don't think he cares enough to press the issue.

“Okay, love you too. Bye!” I hang up then turn to Spencer trying to wake him up.

I shake him over and over until he finally stirs. Seriously how the hell does he sleep so heavy. Once I get him up I explain that I’m supposed to have lunch with my dad and I’m supposed to meet his coworkers now that he’s coming out of retirement for whatever reason.

“Okay, yeah give me a second to clean up the back, and we can take you back to your apartment,” He says while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Thanks,” I say before planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

He blushes at me before signaling for me to hop out of the trunk. We make a collaborative effort to clean out the trunk and sit the back seats back up. We then get in the front and make small talk on the way back to my apartment. Once we arrive I feel that pit in my stomach again, the same one I feel every time one of us has to leave.

“Thanks for yesterday!” I say before turning to open the car door with the bear we made yesterday. When I asked who's keeping the bear he jokingly said we’ll split custody and I guess this is my week. Before I could open the car door he placed his hand on my forearm very gently like I was made out of glass. He has this pained and disappointed look on his face.

“Can I see you again?” He asks just barely above a whisper.

I just respond with a nod and a quick kiss before I hop out of the car and wave goodbye. All I see is a wide grin on his face and a wave before I disappear into my apartment building. I knew Stella and Raven weren’t home because neither of their cars was in the parking lot. That meant I could get ready quickly and slip out of the apartment without any questions being asked.

I set the stuffed bear on the bed and begin getting ready. After I shower, dry my hair, brush my teeth, apply a small bit of makeup, and slip on a sweater and jeans I’m finally ready to leave. It’s only one pm, so I'm not making a horrible time given that I was already late. I then practically drive like a mad man to the BAU. I stop at security and tell them I’m here for my dad David Rossi. I get directions to the floor and where my dad’s new office is. I walk into the bullpen and see two very familiar and comforting faces, but the others belong to complete strangers. I immediately spot my dad’s old partner Jason Gideon and the Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. I met them both when I was in middle school, but the rest of the team was new to me and my dad as well. He’s been there for a couple of months since his book tour was just now ending. As soon as Gideon sees me he walks towards me with his arms outstretched.

“Hey kiddo it’s been a long time. I may be getting old, but I’ll never forget that face.” He says while engulfing me in a hug. Honestly, I talked to Gideon probably more than my dad growing up. This is odd because he didn’t have the best relationship with his own son, but he was always like a cool uncle. Then the same click happened to me and Aaron Hotchner when we first met. He always wanted kids and some of the only times you would see him smile and laugh was around kids. He and his wife Haley jokingly called me their test run when I would spend time with them. When my mom and dad were both busy I spent a lot of time with Haley because I didn’t want to be with a nanny.

“Hey, guys!” I say before hugging them both once more.

“So, how’s school been? You’re not getting into any trouble are you?” Uncle Jason asks before nudging me as the three of us walk towards my dad’s new office. I can see two people’s eyes on me from the bullpen then suddenly a third when a blonde woman who doesn't look much older than me comes strutting out of her office flashing me a quick smile.

“You know me, I’m David Rossi’s daughter, so I seemingly can't stay out of trouble,” I joked with them as we arrived at my dad’s new office. It had a shiny new nameplate that said “David Rossi” on the front of it. Gideon knocks and I feel a wave of nostalgia. I remember in the 6th grade visiting my dad at the BAU and walking up to my dad’s office hand in hand with Gideon. Now I’m much older and much taller, but much hasn’t changed. After a few seconds, my dad opens the door with a huge grin on his face I swear he hasn't changed since I was a kid. He still wears overly expensive suits and a watch that probably would pay a year and a half of my rent if not more.

“Ah, there she is. Oh, how I’ve missed you,” He says before eloping me in a bear hug.

“Come I want you to meet my other co-workers,” He says as the four of us walk back down the stairs where a small conglomeration of desks are.

“Everybody this is my daughter (y/n),” My dad proudly says while the three people went to introduce themselves. The first being the woman walking out of the office earlier. She is tall and blonde. She looks a little young to be a profiler though.

“Hi, I’m Jenifer Jareau, but you’re more than welcome to call me JJ. I’m the communication's liaison,” She says as she sticks her hand out for me to shake. After a woman with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes also extended her hand out to me. She was wearing a tan leather jacket with a black top beneath it and black dress pants along with tan ankle boots.

“Hi I’m Elle Greenway, it’s nice to meet you these three have been talking about you all day,” She says while gesturing towards my dad, uncle Aaron, and uncle Jason. Lastly, a tall very muscular man walks up to me with an awful lot of confidence. He’s wearing a tight heather gray t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Accompanied by his gun sitting snugly on his hip.

“Well Hello I’m Derek Morgan and you must be an angel,” He says forgetting that my dad is standing right behind me either that or he doesn't care. I shake his hand before my dad clears his throat not amused by Morgan's antics.

“Well, now that you’ve met my team it’s about time we went to lunch. Aaron don’t hesitate to call me if something pops up about that DC hacker case,” He says as we walk away and Uncle Aaron just responds with his usual very stern-looking face and a slight nod.

“DC hacker?” I ask as we exit the bullpen and make our way to the elevator.

“Let’s not talk about work. I want to know about school how are you?”

“I’m doing good I guess I've been a little distracted as of recent but I'm keeping myself on track I promise.”

“Atta girl,” He says before the elevator doors open, and he leads me out to his car.

-----Time Skip----

“So how are Raven and Stella I haven't seen them since I went to sign the lease again last year.” I can tell what he’s doing he’s making awkward small talk, so he feels like he's an integral part of my life. I appreciate the effort and I can’t shit on him too much because at least he’s making an effort. So I’ll play into this and make him feel better for the time being. I’m hoping that he doesn't feel like utter crap because we have nothing important to talk about besides this DC hacker case that I can’t get out of my mind. I haven’t talked about it since we were in the car because he clearly doesn’t want me to know anything about it since he keeps dodging my questions.

“They’re doing pretty good. I mean we don’t have any classes together this year because our majors are somewhat different, but we live together, so we're still close.”

“Oh, how's that friend you were telling me about? Penelope Garcia, that's her name right?” He asks as he leans in close to me. If I didn't know any better I would think he's shamelessly profiling me right now. We continue to talk about school and my friends throughout lunch. For someone who has such an extra and boujee person, he didn't talk about himself at all. Which is not my dad's usual behavior at all.

“Well, that's good to hear. So I was thinking after lunch maybe we-” As if God himself answered my prayers my dad's work cell starting ringing. I can hear small mumbles from the blonde woman I met earlier I believe her name was JJ. I can't exactly make out what is going on but either way, I'm taking whatever excuse I can get.

“I’m sorry sweetheart I’m going to have to cut this short that was a call from work. On the bright side, I’m not going to be on my book tour anymore, so whenever I have a day off we can spend time together.”

“Of course!” I say trying to humor him.

“Well, I’ll drop you back off at the FBI building.” He says before flagging down the waitress to pay for the check.

----Rossi’s POV----

I walk back into the FBI building after dropping (y/n) off. Aaron, Gideon, and I feel terrible for using her to get information. I feel the worst out of the three of us because I promised her after going back to the BAU this time would be different, but she's currently just another pawn in a game she didn't agree to.

“So what do we have Aaron?”

“Follow me to the round table we got all of the information needed from another technical analyst in the building Kevin Lynch.”

As Aaron and I walk into the room JJ is giving Gideon, Morgan, and Emily all of the information we need to know.

“This is Penelope Grace Garcia. She is a 28-year-old female. We didn’t have many people to contact for information on her because her birth parents are no longer alive. Her parents passed in a car accident ten years ago that was caused by a drunk driver. Since then she has seemingly lived a low profile life and has managed to stay under the radar when it comes to the justice system. We have been able to get enough evidence on her because of her close relations with David Rossi's daughter (y/n) Rossi. We are going to bring her in for questioning. She’ll likely have no prior knowledge of interrogations because she’s been able to fly under the radar. That also makes her extremely cocky, and she’ll think that we have no information on her. Our job is to be as docile yet forward as possible. We want to be docile, so she’ll trust. She has so much skill that Strauss approved for us to recruit her into the BAU. She’ll be of more use to us than she would be in jail. That’s all for now.”

As JJ finishes with the profile we all gather our things and mentally prepare ourselves for the interrogation. I was advised to stay out of it just in case she knew I was (y/n)’s father. Given the fact that she’s an elite hacker that isn’t such a farfetched statement.

-Hotch’s POV-

“You have two options either you can serve jail time or you can work for us at the BAU,” I tell her just before Morgan walks back into the room.

I have her make a quick resume, so we can hire her onto the BAU. I think she has potential and that she’s just putting up a tough front. I have to give her props though because I’ve seen grown men crumble a lot easier than her. Once we’re able to strike a deal with her I have Morgan unlock her cuffs. I make sure Morgan knows to tell her that she can’t talk about any of this with (y/n) for a while especially since the case involving her isn’t fully closed.

-(y/n) POV-

I finally make it back to my apartment when I get a text from my mom asking how lunch with my dad went. As I unlock the door to my apartment I text her back and let her know that it was okay, but dad was acting super weird. I told her it seemed like he was interrogating me. She just let me know that it’s out of habit because he’s a profiler and it’s not that big of a deal and to not read too much into it.

I feel like there was something that I had to do but I can't remember. It’s not until I check the calendar on my phone and realize Daisy’s birthday is in two days and I didn’t get her anything. I’m far too lazy to leave my apartment for a second time today which was supposed to be my day off. I also don’t want to go alone maybe I should text Spencer and see how busy he is.

Me: Hey, I have a birthday party to go to on Saturday. I still need to get her a birthday present would you mind coming with me tomorrow?

Spence: Sure, what time should I pick you up?

Me: How about 10?

Spence: Sounds good I’ll see you then :)

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reidecorating · 4 years

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sinfulspencer · 2 years

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Through the walls (part II)

Prompt: Spencer and Reader celebrate Christmas together in a very unusual way. Read part I here.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (18+, minors DNI)

Warnings: light dom/sub undertones (Sub!Reader, Dom!Reid), dirty talking, degradation, hair pulling, spitting, oral sex (female and male receiving), gagging, spanking, use of a ball-gag, protected sex

Words: 10.7k

A.N.: I know Morgan leaves the BAU way earlier than the year this story is set in, but do I care? Absolutely not. It’s a fanfiction, remember that. ;) A special thank you to @softreidx for editing this. I love you, mwah.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to come over tomorrow?”

Spencer paces around the room, leaving his book on his desk. “Yes, Penelope. I already have plans with my mother. I’d like to spend some time with her. I see you guys all the time!”

He hates lying to his friends, but he can’t really explain why he’s not going to spend the evening with them. Derek would freak out and tease Spencer for the rest of his life, and the young doctor is not really in the mood to have a Christmas evening filled with embarrassing questions.

“I know, but we’ve always spent Christmas together!” – Penelope exclaims, sighing – “And I haven’t given you your Christmas present because I thought you were going to come here!”

“Don’t worry about it, okay? You’ll give it to me in less than four days. It’s not the end of the world!” – the young doctor mumbles, sitting on his bed – “I have a gift for you as well.”

She lets out an excited shriek. “You do?! Oh my, I’m so happy! I can’t wait to see what it is! Can I have a sneak peek?”

Spencer chuckles, laying down on his mattress with his head on the pillow. “Absolutely not, it’s a surprise. You need to wait ninety-six hours for it. Can you do that?”

“No, which is why I’ll probably appear underneath your Christmas tree tonight.” – Penelope jokes, making the young doctor smile – “If you change your mind about tomorrow...”

“You’ll be the first person I’m going to call.” – he says, finishing the sentence for her – “Thank you for inviting me, anyway. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it, sweetcheeks!”

Spencer smiles, rolling on his side to turn off the lights in his bedroom. “Good night, Penelope.”

“Goodnight, almighty Doctor.”

He hangs up the call and plugs his phone into the charger, leaving it on the nightstand.

Spencer thought about asking you if you’d like to spend the evening with his colleagues, but then he remembered what he told Derek and the rest of his team about you and he got scared you might get uncomfortable. He wouldn’t mind bringing you there with the rest of his friends because they’re amazing and you’d probably get along with everyone, but you’re not his girlfriend.

You’re nothing to him if not the neighbour, who has a very peculiar job, that sucked him off in the shower.

It feels weird to think about how things changed between you in the matter of a couple of days. If before Spencer was ready to barge into your apartment and tape your mouth shut with duct tape, now he’s growing to like your sounds – especially because they remind him of how you sounded while you were touching yourself in front of him.

It’s been two days since it happened and he still can’t get over the fact that you let him watch – and let him get off right in front of you, as if it was a normal thing for you to do. Spencer felt extremely dirty once he got out of your apartment, but he loved this feeling – you don’t know him, he doesn’t know you, and yet he still managed to have you on your knees for him.

Is this how you feel with a one night stand?

He can’t really call you a one-night stand, you’re more than that. However, he doesn’t know how to define you. There’s not a specific word in the Dictionary for it and it freaks Spencer out.

Are you his fuck-buddy?

And how in the world did he manage to find himself a fuck-buddy?

‘Oh fuck...’

There you are.

Maybe you sensed he was thinking about you and you decided to grace him with a sound. A soft, delicate sound that will never get out of his brain, a sound that has become the soundtrack of his thoughts for the past month ever since you arrived in that condominium.

Of course, you interrupt his thoughts on Christmas Eve.

Spencer opens his eyes as another sound echoes in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling with his hands twisting the blankets around his fingers.

‘Just like that, yeah!’

Now that he knows your body, he could easily slip out of his bed and knock on your door. You let him watch you work once, you probably would let him in again if you had the chance. However, Spencer is stuck in his bed – he’s cold and he’s really tired, he doesn’t want to get out of there right now.

‘Spencer, fuck...’

No.

Spencer pushes the blanket off his body and kneels next to the headboard of his bed, knocking on the wall.

“Stop it, Y/N.”

He hears a faint laugh coming from the other side of the wall.

“Never, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer opens his mouth to say something, but then you interrupt him.

“Now shut up and let me work. This is not for you, this is for a client with the same name as you!”

The young doctor jumps off the bed and grabs his bordeaux robe, closing it around his waist before heading out of his bedroom. He doesn’t care if you’re working, you just can’t play with his brain like this – he needs to sleep because he has no idea what’s going to happen tomorrow.

If you’re working for a client with his same name, maybe he can watch again – he wouldn’t mind. Touching himself could help him fall asleep faster.

Spencer grabs the keys to his apartment and leaves them in his pocket, deciding to just get over this and stop with the teasing. He has an idea in mind, but he will keep it for tomorrow; it’s his Christmas gift for you, even though it’s not really a gift.

No, it’s definitely not a gift.

Spencer looks around in the empty hallway, making sure there’s no one around, and he knocks on the door. After all, it’s past Midnight – which means it’s already Christmas – and everyone is asleep and waiting for the alarm to wake them up.

The door swings open and you appear right in front of Spencer, in all of your beauty, wearing nothing but a clearly festive set of lingerie: red bra with white feathers on the edges, completed with the same exact style of panties.

“Merry Christmas, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer stares at you without letting his eyes fall on your body. If he allows that, he knows he’ll push you inside your apartment and end his misery once and for all. Spencer doesn’t want to have sex right now, he’s extremely tired due to today’s activities and intense reading session, however... By the look you’re giving him now and how you’re dressed up, he might be interested in taking a ride in your sleigh.

Corny.

“It is indeed a Merry Christmas.”

You chuckle, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you Santa Claus? Are you here to tell me if I ended up on the naughty or nice list?”

Spencer shakes his head, glancing behind himself. “Aren’t you cold?”

“You’re no fun, Doctor Reid.” – you roll your eyes, taking a step back and inviting him in – “It’s Christmas! We should be celebrating, but you’re being grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy, Y/N. I’m trying to sleep, but you’re making it really hard...”

“Oh, am I making it hard? Or...” – you mumble, taking a step towards him and sliding your hand down his robe – “Am I making you hard?”

Spencer stops your hand before it could go lower. “I understand you’re working. I understand your client’s desperate need to see you, but you need to understand that I need my sleep. I can’t fall asleep if you’re moaning my name, knowing well I can hear you through the wall.”

You pout, intertwining your fingers with his. “I wasn’t working, I just wanted to tease you.”

A smile spreads over his lips. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Don’t be such a smart-ass.” – you poke his chest with your free hand, taking a step back from him – “I was trying on my outfits for tomorrow. Well, today. I can’t find a decent one.”

Spencer blinks, watching your hand slip away from his. His eyes travel down your body for the first time and he immediately turns around, shaking his head and massaging his temples – he can’t look at you right now, he can’t get turned on before going to bed. He just can’t, because if he does, he knows that a single orgasm won’t be satisfying enough.

And Spencer wants to sleep, so he can spend the whole day with you tomorrow.

“I’m sure you look lovely with all of them.”

“Ah, thank you! You are too sweet. You need to stop or I’ll fall in love with you.” you exclaim with a smile, grabbing your white robe from the couch

He hesitates, turning back to you. You are so incredibly beautiful. “Can you keep it down, please? You can m-masturbate all you want, but...”

“Do you want to help me out, Doctor?”

Yes.

Fuck, yes.

Just not now.

Spencer releases a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. “No, I can’t.”

“Alright, that’s fine.” – you whisper, grabbing his hand and placing it behind your neck – “I’ll keep it down and be a good girl for you, okay?”

He nods his head, staring at you. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“Are you going to reward me tomorrow for being so good to you?” you tease him again

Spencer is not used to this specific kind of attention. His friends tease him all the time for being an introvert and always keeping things to himself, but they never went far to the point of touching this kind of field – but you, a complete stranger, have. He likes this.

He’s really into this, otherwise he wouldn’t be pulling your hair now.

And you giggle, making him roll his eyes in annoyance. You should be begging him to stop because he’s not exactly being gentle right now, however you’re looking at him as if you’re begging him to hurt you, to give you everything he can.

To ruin you.

And he’ll give it to you, just not now.

“If you behave like the good girl I know you are, I will give you any reward you want. It’s Christmas, after all; we should all be kinder.” – he says, pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose – “Now go to bed, Y/N. You need to rest, we have lots of things to do tomorrow.”

You let out an excited squeak, slipping away from his grip. “Like baking cookies!”

Spencer chuckles, nodding. “Exactly. So be good and go to bed.”

You give him a wink, following him to the main door of your apartment. “Yes, Doctor Reid.”

“Good night, Y/N. Sleep well.”

You blow him a kiss, leaning against the door. “Good night Doctor Reid, dream of me.”

He definitely will.

You sit on the edge of your bed, staring at your own reflection in the mirror.

It’s almost midday and Spencer is going to come to your house in an hour to have lunch. However, you have nothing prepared yet because you are so anxious to be with him.

Teasing him with sexual offers is easy for you, but actually hanging out with someone that you crave as much as you crave Spencer, is difficult. You haven’t discussed which foods he likes, you haven’t asked him what he’s in the mood for and since you’ve never celebrated Christmas with anybody but your family, you have no clue what to prepare.

Your mother taught you lots of receipts, you have enough ingredients to prepare at least one of them, but what if it’s not enough for Spencer? What if he doesn’t like your mum’s receipts? What if he prefers something else to eat and goes home completely disappointed?

You want to surprise him, you want him to be happy to have agreed to come over to your place to celebrate Christmas. You want to impress Spencer because you like him – and not just because you’re sexually attracted to him.

You are, but that’s not the end of it.

Jumping off your bed, you take off your white robe and you put on something decent to wear. It’s Christmas, so you figure that a nice sweater with reindeers on and a pair of black leggings will suffice – it was your usual outfit for Christmas.

And maybe... maybe you have another set of lingerie underneath your clothes.

At the end of the day, you’re aware that all of your clothes will end up on the floor along with his.

Spencer, in his apartment, just came back from visiting his mother in DC. He brought her his Christmas gift that consisted of a sweater and a pair of socks, along with a book – they had a very long conversation about the last book Spencer gave Diana.

It felt nice to spend a few hours with her, but when the nurse told him that he had to go because visit hours were coming to an end, he didn’t really want to go.

But he did.

And now, while he’s taking off his coat and hanging it behind his door, Spencer releases a soft sigh. He hasn’t heard you making a single sound since the night before, probably because you were out like a light, but he was excited to see you.

Just as you’re excited to see him.

He couldn’t spend time with his mother, but he’s going to spend the rest of the day with you. Getting to know you is exactly how he wants to celebrate Christmas: other than you being sinfully hot and deliciously adorable, he knows there’s much more to that.

There’s more behind that facade of being so distractingly beautiful.

Spencer grabs the purple gift from the couch and walks towards the door. He gets out of his apartment and a vanilla scent immediately catches his attention, making his stomach grumble and bringing a smile to his lips.

Are you already baking cookies?

Spencer knocks on the door and waits for you. He can hear the sound of your footsteps on the other side of the door and he instantly smiles, imagining you toddling towards him with nothing but a fluffy robe on – it would be a really nice greeting for Christmas.

You open the door, fixing your sweater. “Hi!”

Spencer waves at you with a little smile on his lips. “Hello! Merry Christmas.”

You move to the side, allowing him to step inside your apartment. Spencer inspects his surroundings with his eyes, feeling a stronger scent of vanilla coming from the kitchen along with the faint taste of tomato sauce lingering in the air.

“Are you still cooking?”

You nod, pointing to a plate on the glass table in the living room. “I am! I didn’t know what to cook, honestly. We hadn't really talked about it, so I improvised. I hope you don’t mind.”

Spencer shakes his head, following you inside the kitchen. “Not at all! I like trying new foods."

“I don’t think it’s that new.” – you mumble, turning to look at him – “Oh, what’s that?”

He notices you’re staring at the box in his hands, so he shrugs. “It’s just a gift.”

“Spencer... Is that for me?”

“Yes?”

“You didn’t have to! I didn’t buy you anything.”

Spencer places the gift on the table, smiling at you. “You’ve invited me here and you’re cooking for me, that’s already a gift. Don’t worry.”

“Still, I feel bad.”

“You don’t have to! Seriously, it’s fine.” – he says, following you closer to the stove – “I had to buy it because it made me think of you.”

You widen your eyes. “What is it? Can I open it now?”

Spencer nods, biting his bottom lip. “Yes, if you want to. I think we should wait until after lunch, though.”

You go quiet, furrowing your brows as you mix the tomato sauce you prepared. “Oh? Is it a spicy gift? Is it for my job?”

The young doctor doesn’t answer because he doesn’t want to ruin the surprise.

You decide to drop the subject and keep cooking, glancing at him for a brief moment. Spencer is wearing his usual work clothes. You started to recognize them as you spied on him while he got out of his apartment days and weeks before today.

He has a dark blue cardigan on, a white shirt underneath it and a pair of black trousers to complete the whole look. He looks like a really hot Professor, but you’re not going to tell him that – the old lady that lives on the first floor told you that he’s also a Professor.

Well, he teaches seminars to other FBI agents, but that still makes him a professor.

And you might have a thing for Professors.

“Can you bring me the plate? Pasta is ready and I’m starving.”

Spencer nods and immediately hurries to the table, grabbing the white plates you set on the bright red tablecloth. There’s a snowman separating your seat from his and Spencer finds it adorable. You’re trying to make your house as festive as you can even though you live alone – he wonders how you celebrated Christmas with your family.

You look like the kind of girl who loves Christmas and its celebrations.

“Here you are.”

“Thank you.” – you say with a smile, draining the pasta and tossing it into the pan with the sauce – “I followed my mother’s receipt, so I hope it tastes as good as hers.”

“I’m sure it does. The smell is fantastic.” – Spencer says, watching you mix the pasta with the sauce – “Is this pasta homemade?”

“Unfortunately not. I’m still learning how to knead fresh pasta and I didn’t want to ruin your mouth with one of my attempts, you know.” – you chuckle, shrugging – “I don’t want to send you to the ER with pasta poisoning just because I wanted to impress you.”

He playfully bumps against your shoulder, looking at you. “You’re already impressing me by being able to cook such a delicious sauce.”

“You’re such a flatterer.”

“Get used to it.”

Once you sit down at the table with Spencer sitting by your side, your eyes land once again on the gift he gently placed beside you. You’re really curious about opening it and finding out what he decided to buy you, but you’re going to wait.

You don’t like being turned on before eating, because your stomach would ruin the mood.

Also, having sex with an empty stomach is not as good as having sex with a filled one. Especially if it’s filled with delicious pasta mixed with homemade tomato sauce.

“It’s not really a Christmas dish, but...”

“Y/N, this is more than okay.”- Spencer touches your hand for a brief second – “I saw you already baked the cookies.”

“They’re in the oven. Elisabeth baked the ones you saw in the living room.” – you mutter – “She said she didn’t want me to spend Christmas without at least some delicious cookies.”

Elisabeth is the old woman that spilled all of that tea about Spencer and his jobs when you saw her weeks ago. She’s just the sweetest human being. You were tempted to invite her over for Christmas or to spend a few hours with her downstairs, but her whole family decided to join her – so you can’t really show up there completely uninvited.

Which is why you’re so thankful Spencer is there with you.

So you won’t be alone.

“Ah, she’s the best. She brought me her infamous apple pie for my birthday months ago. It was the best pie I’ve ever eaten in my whole life!” – Spencer exclaims, taking a spoonful of pasta – “Hm, this sauce is delicious.”

You don’t know if he’s saying this because he actually believes it or because he doesn’t want to make you feel bad, but it doesn’t matter. You’re happy he’s not throwing up in your kitchen.

“When is your birthday?”

“I let you wonder.”

You furrow your eyebrows, pouring water into your glass. “How am I supposed to wonder? You’re the profiler here, not me.”

“That’s true, but..”

“Wait. I remember... When I moved in and spent my first night here, I remember hearing a commotion in the hallway. There were at least five people outside your door.” – you say, snapping your fingers –“It’s around Halloween!”

Spencer nods his head, swallowing down the food he just ate. “Yes. October 28th.”

“I’m going to remember that.” – you tell him with a smile, taking a sip of water – “If I may ask, how old are you?”

He raises his brows. “How old do you think I am?”

You shrug, leaning back against your chair. “I don’t know, around thirty-five?”

“Are you sure you’re not a profiler?”

“Stop it, I’m just assuming. You look quite young, but not as young as me.”

“How old are you?”

“Take a guess.”

Spencer takes a sip of water, placing his glass next to his plate. “I know your age because Elisabeth told me.”

“Oh, come on!” – you laugh, shaking your head – “I wanted to play the game as well. That’s not fair. How old am I?"

“You’re twenty-nine, but if I may add... You look way younger.”

“Thank you, Doctor Reid.” – you take another spoonful of pasta, licking your bottom lip – “So, about your age, I think you’re actually thirty-nine. Or maybe thirty-six.”

“Which one is it?” he asks

You tap the fork against your bottom lip, tilting your head. “Thirty-six.”

Spencer lets out a sigh, shaking his head. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“What?! You’re thirty-nine?”

“Yes, I am. Don’t remind me, please.” – he mumbles, cleaning his mouth with a tissue – “Is it a problem?”

“Why would it be?”

Spencer shrugs again, raising his brows. “I don’t know, because of our age gap?”

Imitating his position with your back leaned against your chair, you cross your arms. “Do you think it’s a problem for me?”

“That’s what I’m asking you.”

“It’s not. I’ve always been into older guys, anyway.” – you tell him, getting back to enjoy your lunch – “Is it a problem for you?”

“Not at all. I normally like women my age, but...”

“You like me?”

Spencer opens his mouth, surprised by your question. He thought you’d noticed it by now that he likes you – or at least, that he’s into you. He wouldn’t have accepted to spend the whole Christmas day with you if he hadn’t been interested in getting to know you more.

“Uh, yes?”

You place a hand over your heart. “I’m blushing.”

“I can see that.”

“Okay, smart-ass.” – you roll your eyes, playfully tapping him on the shoulder with your free hand – “I like you too, by the way.”

“I know.”

The rest of the lunch goes swimmingly as you and Spencer catch up on the major aspect of your lives, which is your jobs. Spencer asks you how you got into adult filming and you truthfully explained to him that you’re doing it just to raise enough money to find a better house – he tries his best not to be upset because of what you said, because the idea of you leaving the condominium and not being around him anymore makes him sad.

If you’re not there, who is he going to admire on the balcony?

Then the conversation moves onto his job and Spencer begs you not to discuss his FBI job because it’s Christmas, and he doesn’t want to remember serial killers right now. He knows he could receive a call in the middle of his celebrations for a case – serial killers never stop, not even during the holidays – but most importantly, he wants to enjoy your presence. So Spencer explains to you how he got into teaching, how he loves this job and he’s tempted to turn it into a full-time job.

“I bet all the girls there love you.”

“I might have heard some of them defining me as ‘the hot professor’.”

You hold back a laugh, placing your fork inside your empty plate. “I don’t blame them. I would’ve thirsted for you if you had been my professor.”

Spencer blushes at your words, turning his head away for a second. “I have to admit that it’s a bit uncomfortable.”

“Oh? Why is that? Do they make obvious attempts at seducing you?” you ask

He nods, pouring himself more water. “Yes. I find it weird because I’m always strictly professional and I’ve never tried to flirt with any of them, but apparently they think I do?”

“It’s quite common, Doctor Reid. The professor/student roleplay is one of the most requested by people, you know?” – you tell him with a smile – “I see the appeal of seducing your teacher and knowing that they like you back. You’re adults when you’re in college, so you’re free to do whatever you want as long as it’s consensual.”

“Have you ever flirted with one of your professors?"

“No, they were all married and quite old. Definitely not my type.” – your nose twitches – “Have you ever done that?”

“Education has always been my top priority.”

You hum, standing up to grab another bottle of water. “I see. If one of your students flirts again with you, make sure to put some distance between you and them.”

“Definitely. I don’t plan on destroying my career for someone.” – he says, watching you as you move inside your kitchen – “Has anybody ever asked you to, uh, pretend you’re their student?”

“Yes.”

Spencer goes silent.

“I respectfully rejected the offer. It's not really my thing.” – you explain to him, sitting back down beside him – "Why? Are you interested?”

He lets out a nervous laugh, shifting in his chair. “No, not at all. I’m not really into roleplay.”

“It’s a shame. You’re hot, I could easily call you Professor and...”

Spencer puts a hand over yours, shaking his head. “No.”

“Okay, sorry.” – you wink at him, glancing at your gift – “Lunch is done, you’ve already had your coffee. Can I open my Christmas present?”

He nods, grabbing the box and giving it to you. “Go ahead.”

Holding the present, you shake it but you can’t hear anything inside of it. Unwrapping it rapidly, you open the lid and you place it on the table in front of you.

“What is that?”

You furrow your brows, picking up another pink box. You take off the lid as well and your eyes go wide as soon as you see it.

“That made me think of you.”

A ball-gag.

A ball-gag made Spencer think of you.

He bought you a sex toy. For Christmas.

You grab it with one hand, inspecting it with your fingers. It’s rose-themed with a removable silicone flower in the ball and the straps are pink, just like the ball.

“You did not just buy me a ball-gag.”

“I did. Is it too much?”

You hold it in one hand, turning to look at Spencer. “Is this your way to tell me to keep quiet?”

“It is possible.”

It’s a breathable ball-gag with a tiny ball that you should keep in your mouth. You’ve worn one before and that didn’t stop you from moaning, but this is different - you weren’t expecting a complete stranger to buy you something like this and give it to you on Christmas.

However, it’s not the first time one of your clients buys you a sex toy.

“Do you have a kink for humiliation, Doctor Reid?” you ask

He leans back against his chair, crossing his legs underneath the table. “Is that important?”

“It is, since you bought me a toy specifically for that.”

“I wouldn’t take it as a gift with a specific meaning behind it, unless you want me to explain to you why I bought that.”

You squirm in your chair, standing up from it and immediately taking a seat over Spencer’s thighs. He pushes the table away from you so that you’re more comfortable on your new chair and you dangle the toy in front of his face.

“Let’s hear that.”

Spencer steals the toy from your eager fingers, gently tying the strings behind your head loose enough so that the toy doesn’t dig into the soft skin around your lips. You open your mouth just enough for the ball to be inserted into it and keep your eyes on Spencer the whole time.

“I’m tired of hearing your sounds in the middle of the night, knowing I’m not the reason why you’re moaning in the first place.”

You whimper when his hands slide down your neck.

“You look so pretty with your new ball-gag.”

You can feel your cheeks heating up at his words, your eyes lowering on his lips for a moment before you squeeze your thighs. Spencer slides his hands down to your shoulders, moving his hips so that you fall on his chest with your hands over it.

“Do you like it?”

You nod your head, whining softly.

“Ah, see? This is the perfect gift.” – Spencer whispers, smiling gently – “You can’t moan the way you want to, doll.”

Doll.

You playfully smack his chest, getting off his thighs and pulling the gag off your mouth. “You fucker.”

You brush the back of your hand over your lips while Spencer laughs, following you inside the living room. He doesn’t know if you actually like this gift or if you’re actually pissed off and you’re trying your best not to kick him out of your apartment.

He didn’t want to hurt you, he thought it was a fun gift to give you. That’s it.

Also because that ball-gag could be useful.

Someday.

“So you don’t want to hear me moan your name?”

Spencer takes off his cardigan, leaving it on your couch. He watches you as you place your new toy next to the cookies Elisabeth gave you and sits down on the couch, patting his thighs. You seem to understand what he meant by that gesture, because as soon as he’s sitting, you’re right there over his thighs with your hands on his shoulders.

“I didn’t say that.”

You hum, leaning forward. “You did. And... you’re wrong about breathable gags.”

“Am I?”

You press a kiss right below his chin, feeling his stubble scratching your skin. “Yes. They’re not used to keep the sub quiet, but to make them moan louder because they can’t speak. Is that what you want, Spencer?”

He closes his eyes, resting his head back against your couch. He might have known that.

“Maybe.”

You press your whole body against his chest, feeling his hands sneak up underneath your sweater. “Is that why you want me to wear a gag? So you can’t hear me say your name, but force me to moan louder for you? To get your attention? To prove to you how desperate I am to have you?”

You grind down against his hips, eliciting a whimper out of his lips.

“It’s a shame you didn’t buy me a non-breathable gag, you know...” – you whisper, leaving a trail of kisses from his chin down to his neck – “You could’ve had me forced to inhale through my nose, limiting my oxygen and leading to more intense orgasms.”

Your words dissolve Spencer’s nerves and finally push him to make a move on you. He grabs your hands and pushes you down on the couch, towering on top of you.

“I can give you something to gag on.”

Giggling, you sneak your hands behind his neck. “Please, do.”

“So you’ll stop talking back and acting like a brat.”

“I’m not acting like a brat, Doctor Reid.” – you whisper, widening your eyes when he removes himself from your body – “What are you doing?”

“Get on your knees.”

You smirk, crossing your arms to your chest. “Make me.”

Spencer doesn’t hesitate, completely changing his behaviour.

He grabs you by your hair and pushes you off the couch, making sure you didn’t hurt yourself or your knees before dragging you right in front of him. A low whine escapes your lips as you melt into his rough grip, closing your eyes and crawling on your knees right between his legs.

You quickly undo the buttons on his trousers before Spencer smacks your hands away, forcing you to wait for him to free himself from his boxers. You bite your bottom lip, keeping your eyes on the way his fingers are working rapidly to push down his trousers and his briefs.

He’s already hard.

Before you have the chance to say something, Spencer pushes your head down and forces you to take him into your mouth. You close your eyes and put your hands behind your back, knowing that he hasn’t given you permission to touch him.

You’re dying to do so.

Spencer sighs in relief when your mouth welcomes him fully. You struggle to keep your eyes open and set on his face, mostly because his cock hits the back of your throat and you can’t even breathe right now.

But that’s what you were craving, so you don’t complain.

“Is that what you wanted, hm? Is that what you were thinking about last night?”

You can’t speak as he starts to thrust inside of your mouth, his cock sliding over your tongue and hitting the back of your throat over and over. He knows exactly what he’s doing, preventing you from talking back by having his dick inside of your mouth, and you let him because this is exactly what you were dreaming about last night.

You were craving him to take control over you, to show you that no matter what, he’s the only one that could make you moan and whine and cry out his name in a matter of a few seconds.

“What, doll? I can’t hear you.”

You look up at him, your eyes already filled with tears as you force yourself to take him further into your mouth. Spencer releases a long moan before gripping your hair and pulling his cock out of your lips, watching you gasp for air.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.” – he mumbles, pushing you down again – “Did you say something, doll?”

You strain to take his cock again down your throat, hollowing your cheeks and sucking harshly on it with your eyes set on his face. He looks deliciously sinful, with a devilish smirk on his lips and his cheeks already red because of the pleasure.

You’ve never seen such a beautiful man before in your life.

Spencer pulls out of your mouth again, yanking your hair. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, doll. Have I ever told you that?”

You nod pathetically, opening your mouth again and launching forward to take him back into your throat, but Spencer chuckles and tugs at your hair.

“You’re so desperate, doll. So eager to suck my cock and apologize for being such a smart-mouth, aren’t you?”

Whining again, you met his gaze and a deep fire spread through your lower half. You knew he was going to turn into this sensual persona once he has gotten comfortable with you, and yet he surprised you by shoving his cock down your throat to show you that you are indeed desperate to have him.

That you’re craving this, and much more.

Fuck the cookies, fuck the Christmas celebrating.

There’s nothing better than having dirty and rough sex with a man you barely know.

“Maybe I don’t have to use the ball-gag on you today, huh?” – Spencer asks, watching you bite your bottom lip and stare at his hard cock – “What’s on your mind, doll? Do you want to say something? Or are you too dumb to speak right now, desperately and needy to have something stuffing that pretty little mouth of yours?”

The second option is what you want to answer, but Spencer seems to be able to read your mind because without letting you answer, he pushes your head down again. And you welcome his cock back into your mouth, sucking on it without hesitation.

“That’s my good doll.”

You choke again, feeling the tears stream down your face at the action. Spencer moans and his sounds echo inside of your living room, echoing in your brain and challenging you to go further, to please him like he deserves to be pleased.

“Relax your throat, doll, and show me how you take my cock nice and deep inside your throat.” Spencer growls, loosening the grip on your hair

You close your eyes and relax your throat as best as you can, feeling him slip into and out of your mouth at a quick pace. His hips are bucking up and his throat is completely exposed, ready to be marked by your teeth once you’re done with his cock.

Spencer is not losing control over you. His fingers are twisted in your hair and they’re pulling it, making sure you can’t slip his cock out of your mouth. And you don’t want it to, sucking it harshly and hollowing your cheeks.

“That’s it, doll. You’re doing so good for me.” – he whimpers, looking down at you – “I knew you were going to be so fucking good at taking my cock. You were incredible in the shower.”

His eyes are brimmed with hunger and lust, just like yours. His whole body is on fire and yours is already burning in anticipation, desperate to find out what he’s doing to do after you’re done pleasuring him with your mouth.

You’re ready for whatever he’s going to give you.

“I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth now, doll. And if you take it like you did before, I might be kind enough to let you ride it.”

You can’t even nod, because as soon as he’s done talking, he starts fucking your mouth quicker than before. The gagging sound of his cock slipping in and out through your lips and your saliva dripping down your chin are enough to silence everything else around you, including your thoughts.

Your eyes are wide open, staring back at the man using your mouth as an object.

You clench your thighs together and you place both your hands on his knees, making sure he knows you’re not touching yourself – even though you’re dying to. You feel like you’re slowly losing your mind – and he hasn’t touched you yet.

Despite your poor efforts of controlling yourself due to his quick pace, your whole body is telling a whole other story. Your cheeks are red, your lips are swollen, your hair is a mess and you feel the desire building within you without even being touched – and you know that Spencer loves this, clearly amused by the sight between his legs.

“Do you like having my cock down your throat, doll? Do you like being my favourite cock-slut?”

His degrading words mixed with a hidden praise are driving you crazy so you let out a soft whine, with the vibrations hitting the head of Spencer's cock and making Spencer whimper again. You can feel yourself growing more wet as the seconds go by, the sight of him crumbling down because of your mouth making everything better.

He looks so fucking hot right now.

Spencer yanks you by the hair again, watching his cock slip out of your lips. A string of saliva slides down your chin as you gasp for air, whining and breathing hard because of his brutal actions that are giving you no choice but to obey him.

“Look at me, doll.”

You obey, immediately bringing your eyes to his face.

“You look so pretty, do you know that?”

You blush at his compliment, leaning forward and pressing a kiss over the head of his cock. “Thank you, Doctor Reid.”

“Are you done with being an ungrateful brat?” – Spencer asks, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to stand up from the floor on your wobbly legs – “Or do you need me to shove my cock inside your pretty mouth again to show you who’s in control?”

You’re tempted to tell him that he’s not in control, that he’s acting like this just because his ego is bruised by your little words. However, you don’t want him to deny you an orgasm – you crave him and his touch, you don’t want him to get back to his house.

“Yes, Doctor Reid. I’ll behave for you, I promise.”

“Good girl.”

Spencer pulls his hands back and watches you as you barely stand on your feet. Your thighs are shaking and you have saliva dripping down your chin, making you look even more pathetic than before while you were trying to tease him – and succeeding, obviously.

The young doctor stands up and brings a hand underneath your throat, tilting it upward so that you’re able to look at him in the eyes.

“Take off your clothes.”

Spencer doesn’t need to repeat himself because as soon as he pulls his hands away, you’re already stripping down for him. Item after item, you remove everything but your lingerie – and Spencer smiles at the sight, watching how the red fabric kisses your skin in such an exquisite way.

You look gorgeous.

“Is this my Christmas gift, doll?”

You blush, knowing that he’s obviously referring to your lingerie. “Yes, Doctor Reid. You get to unwrap it.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you.” – he rasps, running the tip of his fingers up and down your thighs – “What if I don’t want to unwrap it? What if I want to fuck you while you’re still wearing this?”

Your words die in your mouth, the desire leaving you completely speechless.

“Y-You can do whatever y–you want.”

Spencer points to your bedroom at the end of the hallway. “My favourite sentence. I want you to be comfortable with what I’m about to do to you.”

You hesitate, not really sure if you can walk right now. Your brain is hazy and you can feel your thighs shaking at the idea of moving, so you hold out your hand. Spencer gently grabs it and kisses your knuckles, before wrapping his free arm around your waist.

“Oh, is my pretty doll too weak to walk? Did I ruin you already?”

You want to punch him on the shoulder. “It’s Christmas, Doctor Reid. Be nice to me.”

“Nice? To a whore?” – he mumbles, walking down the hallway with you – “You know what happens to proper whores, doll? Even the prettiest whore in the whole world?”

You open the door to your bedroom, turning the lights on. You hope Spencer doesn’t notice the mess of clothes on the other side of the room – you didn’t know what to wear, so you picked at least five different outfits and left them all over the floor.

“They get fucked. Obviously.”

Spencer snickers at your answer, managing to get you on the bed. “Yes, they do.”

“Does this mean you’re finally going to fuck me? I can see you’re still hard for me, Doctor Reid.” – you whisper, pointing to his bulge in his pants – “Because I’m sure we...”

He shuts you up with a kiss, pressing his whole body against yours and forcing you to fall back with your back onto the mattress. You don’t complain, welcoming him again on top of you with your arms wrapped around his neck as your lips find his over and over.

You haven’t given him a proper kiss since the shower days before, but you’re so happy he’s finally kissing you again. His lips are addicting and you missed the way he controlled you and your body through such a romantic gesture.

Spencer caresses your cheek with the tip of his fingers, tasting your lips and melting into the warmth of your embrace. He settles between your legs, feeling them close around his waist, and kisses you deeply – putting all of his affection and desire for you into each feverish kiss. No matter how hard he wants you, he needs to make sure you want this – even though your body is already telling him that.

You whine against his lips when he pulls away. “No, more kisses.”

Spencer chuckles, giving you one last peck. “If we keep kissing, I’ll fall in love.”

Giggling, you tighten your grip around his neck. “Would that be so bad?”

He gives in once again, kissing your mouth and answering to you without saying a word. You feel his right leg pushing against your aching body and you moan on his lips, rolling your hips and closing your eyes.

Spencer slides his hands down to your sides, gently tugging on your panties. He slides them off your legs, forgetting about how he told you that he was going to fuck you with your lingerie still on – you don’t mind him wanting to see you naked. You want him naked as well.

You lift your hips just enough for him to settle between your legs again and your breath hitches when his fingers slide up towards your inner thigh.

“May I, doll?”

You eagerly nod your head, spreading your legs for him. Spencer runs his fingers up and down your wet folds, teasing your clit with feverish touches. A rush of adrenaline makes your blood boil and a soft moan comes out of your mouth, crashing against his.

“You’re so wet for me.”

You whine when he shuffles down, settling with his face between your legs. “Are you surprised, Doctor Reid?”

“Not at all.”

His answer makes you giggle as you stare at the man just admiring you, still teasing your wet heat with the tip of his fingers. You bite your bottom lip and lift your hips to get more friction, desperate to feel more than a finger touching you like this.

When you saw him touching himself in front of you days ago, his lips looked so plump and his face was so perfect – one day you’re definitely going to sit on it, if he allows you to.

“Doctor Reid, please...”

Spencer says nothing, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh and sending shivers down your spine. You close your eyes and throw your head back against your pillow, gripping the bed sheets with your heart ready to jump out of your throat.

Spencer uses his wet finger to push inside of you, curling it right where you need him to. You let out a gasp, twisting the bed sheets through your fingers.

“Please what, doll?”

You can’t even talk, too lost in your own pleasure to realise he’s talking. You can barely hear him through the blood rushing back up to your brain.

“Ah, is my doll too dumb and gone to reply to me? Are you this desperate to come when I barely touched you?”

Spencer inserts another finger, thrusting them in and out of you at a quick pace. The same pace you were sucking his cock with. He watches your back arching off the bed and your eyes rolling in the back of your head, smirking at the way you’re losing control over such little touches.

If you’re going crazy over his fingers, what are you going to do when he’s going to give you something else?

Spencer can’t wait to see that.

Drawing you closer and closer to the edge, Spencer finally lowers his face to your heat, but he doesn’t do anything. He places a soft kiss on your inner thigh again, smiling at the lewd sounds of your juices coating his fingers. You want to tell him how badly you want him to ruin you right now, how desperate you are to have him, but you can’t talk.

“Do you need something, doll? Do you want my mouth somewhere on your body?”

You run your fingers through his curls, tugging on them. “Yes, Doctor. Please, I...”

He hums, tracing a circle right above your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Do you want me to taste you, doll? Do you want me to feel how wet you are because of me? Because of how I let you suck my cock or how I fucked your throat?”

His filthy words are entering your brain, silencing everything else around you. You nod your head at his questions, not really sure how to answer them with your own voice because the words are stuck in your throat, incapable of slipping out without him making fun of you for being so quiet.

You don’t blame him.

You haven’t been quiet until right now, with him between your legs.

“T-Taste me.”

Obeying to your words, Spencer closes his plump lips around your clit and begins to suck it. His fingers keep thrusting in and out of you, picking up the pace and not letting you breathe – you’re too lost in the pleasure of his tongue tasting you and his fingers using you, stretching you out so deliciously.

You feel like every cell in your body is on fire, screaming and praying to him to never stop touching you.

“Oh my... Fuck, Spencer.”

Hearing his name slip out of your mouth while he’s pleasuring you, makes Spencer pull out his fingers. He slides his tongue down, fucking you the same he was doing with his fingers – and you cry out his name again, pulling his hair and arching your back off the bed.

Spencer glances up at you to be sure that you’re okay, before he starts ravaging you with his tongue while his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. He dreamed of tasting you like this, of making you moan and cry out his name like it’s the only thing you’re supposed to do – and you’re doing it so beautifully. You’re breaking down because of him, crumbling under the intense desire you feel for him.

He loves this.

He craved controlling you and now that he’s doing it, he knows he can’t get enough.

“C-Close.” you choke out

Spencer keeps your hips down to the mattress, feeling your thighs closing around his head and trembling because of his touch. His cock is getting even harder because of your sounds, of your reactions and your sweet taste on the tip of his tongue, in his mouth, all around him – he can’t wait to dive inside of you and take all the pleasure he can from you and with you.

“Are you already going to come, doll? Are you so pathetically needy that you can’t even hold it for a little longer?” – he mocks you with a smirk, licking your clit before playfully biting the soft skin on your inner thigh – “Alright then, doll. Come for me. Show me how good I am making you feel.”

The tension finally snaps inside of you as you let out a long moan, coming undone because of him while you’re pulling his hair, yanking the bed sheets and making a mess all over his face. The lower half of his face is drenched in your juices, but his eyes are set on your face – and that drives you completely crazy, making you moan all over again and cry out his name.

Spencer nurses your orgasm for as long as he can, helping you ride it out until you’re completely spent on the bed.

He doesn’t pull away, staying between your legs and peppering your inner thighs with kisses and licks.

It takes you a long minute to come back to Earth after such a shattering orgasm. You lay your legs down on the bed and you take a deep breath, watching Spencer leaving kisses up and down your body before settling between your legs and on top of you.

His lips are swollen, bloody-red and his pupils are dilated. He has never looked so beautiful.

If this is how Spencer looks after eating you out, you’re going to pass out at the sight of him fucking you nice and well.

“Are you okay, doll?”

You nod your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yes. More than okay. You were...”

He leans forward, silencing you with a kiss. “I know. I’m good with my tongue.”

“Cocky, but you have every right to be, Doctor Reid.” – you giggle, nudging your nose against his – “I just need a minute.”

“We can take all the time that you need.” – he whispers, peeling off your body and lying down beside you – “Do you want something to drink? I can get you a glass of water.”

You shake your head, closing your eyes and trying to fix your breathing. You don’t need anything, you just want to pleasure him and feel him coming inside of you – this would be a nice end to Christmas, even though it’s only three in the afternoon.

You don’t want this day to end.

“No Spencer, I’m okay.” you tell him with a reassuring smile

Spencer takes off his white shirt, leaving it on the floor along with his trousers and his briefs. You admire the beautiful naked man beside you as you feel your desire building up within you all over again, as if you just didn’t have an orgasm.

You sit up in the centre of the bed and crook your fingers, catching Spencer’s attention. He hesitates for a moment, then crawls towards you and pushes you back down on the bed.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stop?”

You close your arms around his neck, forcing him to lean over. “Spencer, we’ve just begun.”

The smile that appears on his lips, enlightening his whole face, tells you that he loved your answer.

You’re not surprised as you kiss his lips, panting softly against his mouth and arching your back so that your body is melting to his. It’s obvious how badly Spencer wants you, from the way he’s staring you down with those lust-filled eyes to how his cock is hard and pressing against your belly. You want him as well.

“I’m glad you said that, doll.”

Grasping you by the waist, Spencer flips you over so that your face is hidden between the pillows of your bed. Your heart jumps in your chest when you realise what he’s about to do, as a wave of anticipation mixed with desire washes all over you.

“Get on all fours, doll. Let me see how pretty you are for me.”

Struggling to assume the position he has just asked, you feel your thighs quivering when his hands run up and down all over them. His touch is burning with desire and you don’t really know what to expect. Spencer looks so sweet and soft outside of the bedroom, and now he’s turned into this whole different persona that excites you and drives you completely crazy.

“Like that, Doctor Reid?”

Spencer hums, settling his hands on your hips. “Perfect.”

The young doctor puts a hand between your shoulder blades and pushes you down before twisting his fingers through your hair, pulling it tightly. You’re forced to arch your back, allowing a whine to slip out of your mouth as you close your eyes and melt into the pleasure his gesture is giving you.

“Look at you, doll. So compliant in my hands.”

Spencer keeps your hips high in the air as he pushes your head down between the pillows, smirking when another moan comes out of your mouth. Normally you’re not a fan of this position, but with Spencer you love it – even though you would’ve preferred to see his pretty face while he’s buried inside of you.

Maybe later.

He has no intention of ending this day so quickly.

“Can I fuck you, doll? Do you think you can take my cock?”

You whine at his insinuation, nodding your head. “Yes, please. Fuck me, Doctor.”

Spencer rolls a condom on as quickly as he can. As much as the idea of marking you so deeply and intimately arouses him, you haven’t discussed this particular matter before – maybe next time, because there clearly will be another time, you’ll discuss whether using condoms or not.

Then, he runs the head of his cock through your wet folds, watching how you’re squirming in anticipation. Your heat is glistening, your fingers are twisting the bed sheets underneath you and you’re waiting impatiently to feel him inside of you, using you, wrecking you exactly how you need to be wrecked.

“As you wish, doll.”

Pulling your hair and forcing you to arch your back again, Spencer kisses your neck while he slowly pushes forward, sheathing himself inside of you. A long growl leaves his mouth while you’re completely silent, adjusting to his size and easing into the deep pleasure he’s giving you by filling you up.

Spencer holds your hips up with his right arm, using the left one to steady himself on the bed.

“Oh my, Doctor...”

You’re completely speechless, grasping at his right arm and biting your bottom lip. Spencer hides his face against your neck and moans your name out loud, making you smile and clench around his cock. His voice sounds so broken as he struggles to control himself, dipping his fingers in the soft skin of your waist.

“You feel so fucking good around me, doll. Do you feel how much I want you? How perfect do I fit you?”

You nod your head, barely listening to what he’s saying. You’re too distracted by the rhythmic movements of his hips, now driving his cock deep inside of you. The pace is slow, regular and you know he’s not moving faster because he wants this to last for as long as he can – you don’t blame him.

You feel the same.

You don’t want Spencer to go, you don’t want him to leave and you don’t want this moment to end. You don’t want anybody to burst this love bubble that you’ve created in your apartment, a bubble that could easily explode in the blink of an eye.

His chest is pressed to your back as his teeth sink into the tender skin of your neck, making you whine louder. Spencer holds you tightly to his body, pressing inside of you before picking up the pace of his thrusts – the desire to own you and fill you up is stronger than anything at the moment.

Maybe later he’ll make love to you, looking into your eyes and whispering how much he loved his Christmas present.

Which is you.

“Yes, yes... oh, please.”

Those words spill from your lips like a mantra as you grip the bed sheets underneath you, trying to steady yourself underneath the quickening pace of his thrusts. The lewd sounds of your bodies joining together over and over are silencing everything around you – you barely notice that it’s snowing outside.

You’re too busy getting your brains fucked out for Christmas.

“Is this what you wanted, doll?” – Spencer asks you, the words coming out breathlessly from his lips – “Is this what you were thinking about last night? Were you dreaming of getting fucked like this on your bed?”

You moan in response to his taunts, collapsing on the bed with your face between the pillows.

“Can’t even talk. Fucking useless.” – Spencer mumbles, slapping your ass before yanking your hair again – “Answer me when I talk to you, doll.”

“Yes! Yes, Spencer, yes.”

You can feel the tension building within your stomach all over again, tightening with each deep thrust Spencer is giving you. Your knuckles are white as you grip the bed sheets and Spencer, behind you, keeps biting down your neck and licking the soft skin as it turns red.

“Are you going to come for me, doll? I can feel you’re almost there.” – he whispers, nudging his nose behind your neck – “You can let go, if you want.”

You shake your head, placing your right hand on top of his before turning your head. You can’t really see Spencer, but his curls are tickling the side of your face – so you know he’s there, looking at you with his lips pressed to your ear.

“No, n-not yet. I want t-to see you.”

Spencer doesn’t need you to repeat yourself as he pulls out of your body, watching how you clench around nothing. He gently grabs you by the waist and flips you over again, admiring the way you spread your legs for him and open your arms.

Smiling, he leans forward and kisses your lips while he enters you again.

“Thank you, Spencer.” – you whisper, biting his bottom lip – “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re even prettier.”

Spencer pulls away from you and lifts your hips with both hands, starting to thrust inside of you again. He wants to see how you’re allowing him to take control of yourself, how he’s driving you to the edge of desire and how you can’t do anything besides taking everything he can give you.

His eyes never leave your face as you put both your hands on his, with your lips parted in pleasure.

“Come for me, doll.”

You whimper desperately, scratching the back of his hands and rolling your hips with him to get as much friction as he can. Spencer brings his right hand between your bodies, pressing his thumb over your clit – and that’s what tips you off the edge.

You can’t even form a coherent sentence when the orgasm washes over you, allowing the pleasure to take control of your body as you clench around Spencer. He grunts at the sensation and he gets lost in your beauty, finally reaching his peak as well and falling into oblivion.

“Fuck, doll, you...”

You pull him down by the neck, immediately kissing him harshly without letting him finish. You don’t need words right now, you just need him to be as close as he can – and with him still inside of you, you need something more. Spencer pushes his tongue through your lips as you give up control one last time, bucking your hips against his to ride your orgasm to the fullest.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, Spencer lays on top of you without stopping to kiss you.

Now the kiss is sloppy, breathless as you feel Spencer rocking weakly inside of you.

“That’s it, doll. You did so good.”

You stay silent, interrupting the kiss and closing your eyes when Spencer hides his face in the crook of your neck. Your heartbeat is loud and fast, echoing through your brain at the same rhythm as Spencer’s.

His warmth is intoxicating, and so is the intense smell of your desire mixed with his.

A few moments later, Spencer leaves a kiss on your shoulder and then rolls off your body. He stretches his legs and his arms, tying the used condom and leaving it on the nightstand – he’ll clean everything up later. Now he needs to catch his own breath and cuddle with you until you’re exhausted.

Immediately rolling on your side, you place your head on his check.

Spencer runs his fingers through your hair and gives you a kiss on the forehead. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

Nodding, you lift your chin to look at Spencer. “Never been better. You were incredible.”

Blushing, he stops his hand on your waist. “Oh?”

“So hot, so gentle.” – you whisper to him, gently caressing his cheek with the tip of his fingers – “Always making sure I’m comfortable with everything you did to me. Thank you, Spencer.”

“No, thank you for spending Christmas with me.”

Giggling, you kiss him on the lips. “We should spend Christmas together every year.”

“Oh, totally. Especially if I get to do this to you every single year.”

Straddling Spencer, you place your hands on each side of his face. “I think we have a deal.”

He nudges his nose against yours. “How about we go eat some cookies and then...”

When he pulls you down, your lips crash onto his again. There’s no need to finish the sentence, you already know what he’s asking of you and you’re more than ready to give it to me. After all, today isn’t over.

Following Spencer inside the living room, you cuddle up with him on the couch with the bowl filled with cookies between your legs.

Outside it’s snowing.

Spencer is staring at you, giggling when a piece of cookie falls on your thigh.

Spending Christmas Day with my annoying neighbour wasn’t so bad, he thinks.

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reidamancy · 3 years

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a little different || bau

summary: You are on your way to meet the BAU, who are just... a little different than what you’re used to. (reader & bau)

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1k

a/n: hi guys!!! sorry i haven’t posted in forever!!! school has just been so busy :P anyways, this is ‘a little different’ (haha!) from what i usually write, but i hope you enjoy this short and sweet little fic! plz be kind i’m nervous >.<

MASTERLIST

The sun shined softly through the crisp, white curtains, signaling the start of a new day. Birds chirped happily outside the window; and the house was an eery quiet; maybe today could be a good day after all.

I let out a sigh and got up, passing the mirror on the way to the bathroom. My long, golden locks cascaded perfectly down my back even though I just woke up. I’m just that perfect. My blue/green/gray orbs stared back at me in the mirror. I let out a sigh and put my hair into a messy bun; I could not deal with it today.

As I was getting ready, I heard my mom yell, “Y/N!! Get down here NOW!”

Ugh, I hated her.

I made my way downstairs to see what she wanted, but there was a man standing in our kitchen.

“Um, who is this?” I asked.

“He is your new owner.” My mom replied.

“Owner?!”

He stepped forward and introduced himself, “Aaron Hotchner, FBI.” He extended his hand for a handshake but I looked at it with disgust.

My mom scowled at me, “Be nice to Agent Hotchner, Y/N, I just sold you to the BAU.”

“You sold me?!”

“Uh, yeah, I just said that.” She waved her hand, “Take her out of my sight.”

Agent Hotchner nodded and said, “Follow me,” as he passed by me.

Wow, I could not believe this.

He led me to his car and told me he was going to introduce me to the rest of the BAU.

“What is a BAU?” I asked.

“The Behavioral Analysis Unit. Your new owners.”

I scoffed.

“Just so you know, we are... a little different. But we own you now so there’s no escape from us.”

I rolled my eyes, and plugged my earbuds into my iPod and looked out the window the rest of the ride.

When we arrived at the FBI building, I followed Agent Hotchner to a small room with six other people sitting at a table. Their eyes followed me as I slowly sat down in the empty seat.

“Y/N, meet the BAU.” Agent Hotchner said. “This is Rossi,” he gestured towards an older Italian man.

“I have the money and power to kill you and make it look like an accident. But I won’t, even though I should, because it won’t be good for the plot.” Rossi said.

That’s a bit weird, but I’m just gonna go along with it.

“He’s a mafia boss,” Agent Hotchner clarified.

Rossi nodded, “And I’ve infiltrated the FBI, which means all these agents,” he gestured around, “work for me.”

“Okay then.” I nodded, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“And this,” Hotch moved on, “is Agent Morgan. He’s supernatural.”

“...What do you mean supernatural?” I asked.

Morgan leaned forward and slyly said, “You know, vampire. Werewolf. Ghost. Fairy. Warlock. All of the above.”

“Wow. That’s hot.” I said. Omg, did I say that out loud?!

He smirked at me, and I knew that even though he was much more powerful than me and could probably kill me, that didn’t stop my heart from fluttering when he looked at me. I could feel this weird supernatural bond with him, and I had this trust in him, that he would never hurt me, even if it’s in his nature to. But in the end, he’d probably turn me into whatever creature he is so we can live peacefully together forever. But I swear, we could be happy as human and supernatural <3

Agent Hotchner then pointed to the woman sitting next to Morgan. “This is Agent Prentiss.”

She frowned at me, and I rolled my eyes back at her. It was obvious she hated me but she was so hot. The tension between us was so thick and we couldn’t stand to be in the same room together. Maybe there will be an incident one day where we reveal the most vulnerable parts of ourselves and she will be the only one I come to trust </3 I knew in time she would warm up to me and even though she hates me right now, perhaps later we will be... lovers?

“Next to her is JJ,” Hotch announced.

A blonde woman came over and hugged me, “Hi, sweetie, I’m your mom!”

“Um, no you’re not.” I said. My mom literally sold me to her.

“In an alternate universe I am, silly!” She booped my nose.

An awkward silence filled the air.

“You know, in another alternate universe you could have been sold to, I don’t know, One Direction or something.” JJ laughed.

I laughed with her. Wow, she’s so crazy.

Hotch cleared his throat. “And this, is-” I turned to where he was pointing and gasped.

“Spencer?!”

“Y/N, hi.” He quietly said.

I walked over and gave my childhood friend a hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” I exclaimed. After giving him a tight squeeze, I released him, only to see his cheeks tinged a bright pink. He only blushed like that when he had a crush. Could we become childhood friends... to lovers?

“And lastly,” Hotch said. “This is Penelope Garcia, your-”

“Soulmate!” She finished for him. “See our matching tattoos! And I can hear your thoughts! And you can hear mine! And if we write on our skin, the other person can see it! And we can feel each other’s pain! Isn’t that so cool!”

Yeah!! I thought.

“I know right!!” She responded out loud.

Omg she really is my soulmate.

I smiled at her and gave her a hug.

Most people would probably think it’s really weird to be sitting at a table with a mafia boss, a werewolf/vampire/whatever, an enemy, a childhood friend, a mom from an alternate universe, and soulmate, but I am NOT like other girls so I was completely okay with it. I’m also okay with the fact that my actual mom sold me to the FBI. Because I hate her.

I looked up at Hotch. “So what are you?”

"Me? I’m just your normal FBI boss. And we’ve got a case.”

“A case?? I’m not trained for the FBI!”

“You will be. Wheels up in 30.”

...

APRIL FOOL’S!!

haha, if you couldn’t tell by now, this entire “fic” was my little april fool’s joke :’) i tried to squeeze every wattpad trope in to this monstrosity of a fanfiction and i wish i could say i hated writing it but it was honestly pretty funny... even tho it’s so, so painful to read. anyways, sorry if you were expecting an actual fic, i am trying my best to work on my wips but until then check out my masterlist (with writing that is much better than this)! <3

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inactive-luv · 3 years

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🦢on hotchreid?

bestie u gotta be more specific or else im just gonna write intense hotchreid bdsm pet play fanfiction ✍️🙄🤚 not my fault

18+!!! tw: feminization? pet play, master/pet scenario, bdsm

"Such a pretty puppy, aren't you?" Hotch groaned out, rubbing his hand on the boy's cheek. Spencer wanted to nod, squirm, moan, anything. But he remembers his orders to stay put. Suddenly his head is jerked to the side after Hotch smacked a sharp feeling across his face.

"You can speak," He whispers out, sliding the ball gag from his mouth, to which Spencer wasted no time to moan out his following words. "Yes, Master! I'm a good puppy!" Another smack echoed through their room. Spencer brought his head back to earn another one harsher than the last. Tears started to form in his eyes so much so Hotch could quickly notice.

He turned his head to the side, watching Spencer's makeup starting to smudge from his sweat and his mascara smearing from squeezing his eyes so much. His fingers curled back around the band to put it back, fitting snug inside his wet mouth.

He walks out of Spencer's eyesight, taking his time before coming back into contact with him, his big hand resting on his shoulder, massaging gently. Spencer does his best not to whimper at the feeling, so desperate for any touch his master could give him before he brings his other hand into view, a large suctioned dildo in it. His eyebrows raise in excitement before Hotch commands him to raise his bottom.

He bites his lip when Aaron pulls the plug out from Spencer's ass slowly to increase his pleasure. Heat building in his chest, undoubtedly making his skin flush bright red. He revels in the apparent pain from Spencer holding back his moans and jerks.

Once his hole was empty and waiting, Hotch rested his hands on his hips to gently glide his ass down to the plastic tip. Spencer couldn't subdue his first moan, so Hotch put his face right on his shoulder so his lips could barely graze his ear; "Speak." He demanded, and instant whimpers spilled out of his mouth as Hotch dragged him further down the dildo.

Spencer didn't realize the size until it was only halfway inside him; the suction end stuck to the floor, still inches away from him when he started to hurt. He panted as he slid himself down the large piece of plastic, eagerly stretching his hole.

"It's so big, Master!" He cried out, craving a sliver of negotiation from the larger man and earning none. He only pushes his hips down further until Spencer's body stops him from going any further, albeit already at the bottom, his perfect limit. "Fuck!" His voice bellows throughout the room, a loud smack quickly following it.

"What did I tell you about that mouth of yours?" He bites his lip in shame, knowing better than to have sworn however good the pain felt.

^me writing this

[livs birthday bash/300+ celebration]

#criminal minds #reid #spencer #spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #reid x hotch smut #reid x hotch #aaron hotchner smut #spencer reid aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner #spencer reid smut #hotchreid #hotchreid smut #livs birthday bash

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openheart12 · 4 years

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Hi, yes, hello beautiful! Can you write a fic where MC accidentally sends Ethan her entire fanfic folder by mistake 😂🤣

How To Get Away With Fanfiction

I’m reliving my embarrassment 😭 but it is done and idk wtf happened with this lmao. This is also to make up for earlier kmjhygfd

Only tagging @ao719 @oofchoices @loveellamae @burnsoslow because no one else should have to read this unless they click on the read more and if they do... god bless. And thank you to Maroe for helping me come up with some of these ideas!

It had been a long day at work when Dr. Gertrude-Sue Claws made her way home to do the one thing that relaxed her; writing fanfiction.

She had thought of the perfect idea for Spirit and Rainbow Dash and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

There was something about the multi colors in his mane and tail that drew him to her. He lived by the phrase, “hump ‘em and dump ‘em,” which he planned on doing with Rainbow Dash, but not without consent because horse jail wasn’t fun. He had heard the horror stories from his human friends, Kurns and Bryce.

“Rainbow Dash,” he neighed.

“Spirit…” She neighed back in response, she knew all about his...extracurricular activities. He was the biggest fuck horse out of the herd. Ever since Rain had died from drowning, god bless, he hadn’t been the same. It was also why he paid more attention to Rainbow Dash because she had Rain in the first part of her name.

“Let’s do this,” he smirked with his horse mouth.

“Fine…” She turned her back to him as he reared on his hind legs and mounted her, letting out a series of neighs.

She laughed silently to herself before moving on her Owen Hunt fic and she knew how much she was going to enjoy this one especially.

Owen was walking through the halls when he saw five women stalking towards him like cats, one even had whiskers drawn on her face. “Anitah with the h, get him!” He heard one of them command and watched as she came up to him, kicking him in no man's land. He felt them drag him into an empty exam room.

“MAROE! You got the chainsaw?”

“Nah bruh, Bears and Rams were in charge of that,” she explained.

Anything but Krista, cocked her half shaved eyebrow at Burns and Ella. “Y’all got the chainsaw?”

“No, but I have the cream for the burn I’m about to inflict,” Burns snickered to herself at her own joke, the others joining in before getting back to business.

“Burns, Ella, go scope out the cafeteria for some good food because I can’t kill in good faith on an empty stomach and as me and Ella say, we always get food first,” Anything but Krista said, turning her attention to the two people left, throwing them both a knife. Then proceeded to stab Owen numerous times, but making sure not to hit any major organs yet.

“We need a blender,” Anitah with the h announced.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Anything but Krista and MAROE said at the same time, looking at each other and bursting into laughter at the jinx.

“If that was making a human smoothie, then yes. We’ll show him that no one messes with Derek Christopher Shepherd,” Anitah with the h said smugly, pulling a blender out from behind her back and plugging it into the wall.

“You...you pulled that out of your jacket?” MAROE asked in a surprising tone.

“Y’all don’t keep blenders in yours?” Anitah with the h asked as if that wasn’t common, but it was good to know that she was always prepared.

Suddenly, the walkie talkie came to life, “Team Bears/Rams to Team CA, what y’all want from here? Over and out.”

“Team CA to Team Bears/Rams, we want CookOut. Over and out.” Anything but Krista responded. “It’s about time y’all tried a little piece of heaven,” she looked at Anitah with the h and MAROE.

“That’s a negative ghost rider, the closest CookOut is on the other side of the country. Over and out.”

“Well you better get on your way because you two also need to try a little piece of heaven, we’ll save the good stuff for when you get back. Over and out.” The trio resumed their slice and dice game, taking a short break to play Choices because the latest chapter of The Nanny Affair had just been released and even Owen wasn’t going to keep them away from Sam Dalton.

A couple hours later, Burns and Ella arrived with the food, handing out their respective trays to their respective orderers, they were able to keep the milkshakes from melting by their cold hearts.

“Ahhh gimme my milkshake,” Anything but Krista snatched it from Burns’ hand, earning a slap on her hand from her adoptive mother and a threat of taking away her pony...again.

“Yooo this shake hits different,” Ella exclaimed.

“You could even say that it slaps,” MAROE added making her squeak.

“It’s the one good thing North Carolina has to offer for me,” Anything but Krista chimed in, fist bumping Anitah with the h because the struggle was real. The cows really did outnumber the people, they just hoped that there wouldn’t be a cow revolution because that would be awful except the yeehaw folk would probably survive since they did have a song called “A Country Boy Can Survive.”

“Burns, we left you the honor of picking the perfect weather for us to dispose of the body which is more like liquid at this point. We need rain, thunder, and lightning to erase all of the evidence. Watching “Forensic Files” has finally come in handy. And Ella, we need you to pretend to be a nurse or something to help us get out of here. I’ll be honest, I haven’t thought that far ahead…” Anything but Krista admitted, but they expected that from her so they already had a plan in place.

“If anyone happens to see Derek Shepherd, I ask that you tell me,” MAROE added.

“Not if I find him first,” Anything but Krista said.

“He’s like fifty four years old…” Burns said being ever the good adoptive mother.

“Then I call Spencer Reid!” Anything but Krista exclaimed.

“I have Lucifer then,” MAROE challenged knowing that would get under her skin.

“Children, calm yourselves.” Burns shook her head.

“Hey, I’ll be eighteen in like a number amount of months,” Anything but Krista said.

“I’ll be eighteen before you,” MAROE said, sticking out her tongue.

“I’Ll Be EiGhTeEn BeFoRe YoU,” she repeated, placing her hands on her hips and doing that Spongebob meme. After thinking of a better comeback, she grabbed her knife she used on Owen earlier and plunged it into MAROE’s back.

“Et tu, Brute?” MAROE said with shock in her voice before her body crumpled on the ground.

“Yes, bye bitch.”

The other three just stared as the blood drained from her body before turning their attention to Anything but Krista. They were the epitome of 👁👄👁.

“What? She wanted to “due” anyway. And at her funeral we can play “To Be So Lonely” because well she will be lol.”

“Anywaysss, we gonna get food or what?” Ella asked as she covered Owen’s body with a sheet.

“Wings?” Burns suggested and they all agreed. After arriving at the restaurant, they were very shocked to see MAROE sitting at a table waiting for them.

“It’s the trying to kill me for me,” she said upon taking their seats, glaring at Anything But Krista specifically.

“It’s the stealing my fictional husbands for me,” she retaliated.

“It’s the acting like children for me,” Burns' authoritative voice came.

“Sorry,” they both murmured as they looked over the menus to order their food. The rest of their lunch going smoothly, their victims already forgotten about. Don’t mess with hangry chicks who hate Owent Cunt.

“So who’s next?” Anitah with the h asked.

“Ahh you’ve gotten the first taste of blood and now you’re addicted,” Burns observed. She would make for a good profiler for the FBI at Quantico. She would have a cool nickname; Cunt Punter.

“Why not just kill everyone we hate?” Ella questioned.

“That’s a great idea! I say we kill Guy and Vanessa,” Anything but Krista suggested.

“And Landrat!” MAROE added, the whole group agreeing, finishing their lunch before getting to their killing spree.

Gertrude-Sue was laughing at her made up characters and story when she received an email from Ethonk Remy to send him a folder that she had. Goggle Drive was acting stupid so she didn’t realize that she had shared her fanfiction folder with her boss before it was too late. She saw a little giraffe pop up in the right hand corner telling her that he was already viewing what was inside the folder.

“Holy donkey claws,” she cried out loud, smacking her hands against her face.

Meanwhile, Ethonk was going through her folder when he came across a document and his eyes went wide. “What are they doing with the dog?” He said to himself.

Wonder pets, wonder pets

We're on our way

To help a friend and save the day

We're not too big

And we're not too tough

But when we work together, we've got the right stuff

Gooo wonder pets yaaaaay!

The phone

The phone is ringing

The phone

We'll be right there

The phone

The phone is ringing

There's an animal in trouble

There's an animal in trouble somewhere

“What the hell are Wonder Pets?” He continued inspecting the different documents ranging from murder of one Owen Cunt, horses having sexual intercourse, Wonder Pets stuff, four kids and a dog where they did questionable things with each other, a sponge and a starfish were high on marijuana, a game where Gertrude-Sue had made him and her a family that looked way too realistic for his liking, two bunnies who kept hopping around with one of their little brothers, and multiple documents about Matthew Gray Gubler, Tom Holland, Tom Ellis, Patrick Dempsey, and Harry Styles which were all quite disturbing.

He took out his phone to call her. “Hey uh, Gert, what is this?”

“Oh well you see, the funny thing is that I accidentally sent you the wrong folder so if you could just pretend like this never happened, that would be fantastic. Okay thanks bye. I’m sending you the right one this time.” And she hung up, ready to throw herself off a cliff at her stupidity.

One thing was for sure, she would never make this mistake again.

#CA chronicles

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oceanghxst · 3 years

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I’m here to shamelessly plug the fanfiction I’m writing because it has gotten zero love and I think they’re pretty decent… One is about Spencer Reid and the other is about Aaron Hotchner. Both posted are the first chapters to each story.

#criminal minds #criminal minds aaron hotchner #criminal minds spencer reid #spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner

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Imagine if like one of the girls probably spencer is still next door neighbour to em and Ali and Ali is alone when she goes into labor with Sam em is out with the twins or somethin and like she knxoxks on Spencer’s door and she’s like whats up and Ali is like baby coming now I need a drive lol, maybe even ending up having the baby in the car jajajaj

I’ve had a few requests for a Spalison prompt and one very sweet person who offered to even pay me for it. I’m not really great when it comes to exchanging fics for cash, so I’m actually doing this free of charge unless people feel like donating to my Ko-fi.

It’s an Emison within a Spalison within an Emison…AU future-ish prompt? It’s insanely long, so I am posting the full length prompt on Fanfiction instead, but the first snippet is here. Link will be at the end of the snippet.

The “Read More” tag is there for a reason (rating). Just a fair warning. Also, if you’re on mobile, I don’t think the “Read More” works, so if you’re a follower, but not a PLL fanfic reader just scroll past and ignore. :-)

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Alison couldn’t move. Her entire body was drenched in sweat. She was panting so hard that she thought she might pass out. She gripped the sheets and cried out, her back arching and her muscles tensing.

She tried to remember her Lamaze exercises as she worked to regain control of her lung functions. Another one hit her and she was right back where she started. She was seeing stars.

She finally got her bearings after a few minutes. Her body relaxed against the mattress.

Emily crawled up from under the covers, a huge smile on her face. She saw the serene look on Alison’s face. She moved up to kiss her, their lips gently meeting for a soft peck. Alison could feel the smugness radiating off of her wife.

“Don’t you fucking gloat.” Alison warned her.

“I told you I could make it a trifecta.” Emily winked at her. She threaded her fingers into Alison’s hair.

When Emily looked at her with such soft affection Alison felt like she was melting. Every time Alison looked into Emily’s eyes she could see her wife falling even more deeply in love with her, and it made Alison feel the same.

Emily had a way about her. She had the biggest heart that Alison had ever seen. She looked at the world in a bright and peculiar way, which is what Alison loved about her. She loved her sunny optimist. The brunette had her dark days, but at her core Emily wanted to believe in the good in the world. It’s one of the qualities that made her such an amazing mother and partner.

“How are you feeling?” Emily kissed the side of Alison’s jaw.

She moved her hand down to Alison’s swollen belly. The baby was a week overdue, and Alison had about had it with their son overstaying his welcome in her uterus. Emily had taken the week off of work because she knew he could come at any moment. And she wanted to make sure they had everything ready for him. She also wanted to make sure her wife’s every need was attended to.

“Normally I’d appreciate all this attention, but I’ve only got so much stamina.” Alison touched Emily’s bare waist.

“I know. But the doctor said that stimulation could help induce the labor.”

“She also said that I should eat spicy foods and walk around a lot, and that just gave me heartburn and made my feet swell.” She pushed her lips out in a pout. They felt bruised and swollen.

“Luckily this comes with minimal side effects.” Emily winked. “Ready to go again?”

“I never thought I’d say this, but my vagina needs a break. I need to recharge my battery. Just plug me in and let me power up.” Alison splayed her arms out and huffed out a sigh.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her head was still spinning. It was amazing that after over ten years of marriage Emily still knew how to take her breath away.

The bed shuffled. Something warm tickled her stomach. Emily’s lips were so tender against her skin that Alison could feel the love in her motions. Alison opened her eyes and smiled down at her.

Emily loved kissing her belly. She loved feeling connected to their son. Emily gently kissed her baby bump again and put an open palm against Alison’s stomach. She peered up at the blonde.

“I can’t wait to meet him.” She rubbed circles against Alison’s skin.

Alison loved how nurturing she was. She had such an unwavering amount of love in her heart, especially when it came to their children. She watched quietly as Emily spoke softly to their baby boy. He usually came to life when he heard his Mama. Alison loved feeling him dance around in excitement, because she felt the same way about her wife. She felt like dancing every time she was in Emily’s orbit.

“Do me a favor and tell your son he needs to vacate these premises immediately.” Alison laid her palm on the other side of her belly. It was hard and tight and still gleaming with sweat.

“You heard your mother.” Emily spoke softly to her unborn son. “It’s time to come out.”

They felt a flutter of movement as the baby moved around. After a few seconds, he was still.

“Now he’s just mocking me.” Alison sat up.

No matter what position she was in she was uncomfortable. The baby felt like he was taking up every inch of her body. She looked down at her stomach. She was retaining water. She frowned.

“I look like a balloon.” She pouted.

“A beautiful shiny balloon.” Emily rolled over and propped herself up on her elbow. “One I must say that I enjoy playing with.”

“Seriously, I’m hideous. How can you find me attractive right now?” Alison poked her belly.

The insecurity had gotten harder for her once the mood swings had started, but Emily never once faltered in her stride. She had watched Alison’s body change and grow, and she was in awe of it.

“Because you’re carrying our son. You’re giving him life.” Emily slowly sat up. She cupped Alison’s cheek. “You…” She pecked her lips, “…are the most beautiful mother…” Another kiss, “…and lover I could have ever asked for.”

Blood rushed to Alison’s cheeks. Her entire body flashed in heat. No matter how low her mood seemed to get, Emily always knew exactly what to say to make her feel better. It was the magic of her wife.

“You’re just saying that so I don’t get sad and eat my weight in pickles and ice cream.” She’d started craving weird things in her seventh month of pregnancy.

“If you want pickles and ice cream I will go out and buy every carton of Ben & Jerry’s and all the Gherkins in the store. You just say the word.”

Alison smiled at Emily’s determination. She knew how lucky she was to have the brunette. Emily had been the calming center in the middle of the chaos of pregnancy. But even before then, Emily had always been sensitive to her needs. She was the most nurturing person Alison had ever met. And she was lucky enough to have her every day for the rest of their lives.

Alison grasped Emily’s cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. She gently held Emily’s face as their eyes met.

“You’re so sweet.” Alison’s nose brushed Emily’s.

“And you are…” Emily took her time eyeing Alison’s body, “…very aesthetically pleasing.”

“Oh my God, you dork.” Alison fell back against the headboard in laughter. “Who says that kind of thing?”

The teasing smile on Emily’s face slowly faded into a genuine look of adoration. Alison loved seeing the subtle changes in her eyes. Her eyes told the full story of what was going on in her head.

Emily splayed her hand against Alison’s stomach and slowly moved it up against her body. She took her time appreciating her curves. Her palm landed against the side of her neck. Her fingertips curled against the top of her spine. Alison felt sparks of pleasure shooting throughout her entire body.

When Emily touched her Alison could tell that it wasn’t just hormones or pheromones or that they constantly craved one another. It was that her pregnancy had opened Emily’s eyes further to her inner beauty, something Alison had trouble sharing, because it made her vulnerable. But over the years she’d learned to let Emily in. The vulnerabilities that had come with marriage, and especially pregnancy, had brought an additional layer of intimacy between them.

“I mean it, Alison.” Emily reached for Alison’s hand, threading their fingers together. “All I see when I look at you is your strength and your endurance and your sensual prowess. And it’s the sexiest thing in the world. You are always beautiful in my eyes. Always.”

When Emily told her she was beautiful, Alison believed it. She knew that once she was holding her son in her arms, Emily’s son…it would prove to be worth it.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” Alison put her palm against Emily’s neck.

“I think I heard you shout it a few times in the middle of the first time…”

Alison playfully smacked her. Emily was being so cocky, which she loved. And truthfully, she’d earned the right to be cocky. Because she was amazing in all aspects.

“I’m serious.” Alison slid her hand up against Emily’s jaw, tracing her fingers against her strong jaw line. “You’re so wonderful. I really love you, Emily. I wasted so much time not telling you that. But I want you to know how much you mean to me. I wouldn’t be the woman I am today without you…without your love. You…” She felt a knot in her throat, but she managed to swallow it, “You never gave up on me. After everything I did…you’re still here.”

She blinked back her tears. She’d spent years thinking she wasn’t worthy of love, least of all Emily’s love. But Emily was determined to love her, and because of that Alison was able to open herself up to her love...and she’d been able to return that love to her wife tenfold.

“We’re not kids anymore.” Emily reminded her. “You’re not that person anymore. I’m not who I used to be either.” She reached up and wiped away a trace of a tear underneath Alison’s right eye. “My dad taught me a long time ago that relationships require work, and that when two people are truly in love…” She cradled Alison’s cheek, “There is no such thing as giving up.” She smiled warmly at her wife. “I will always be there for you.”

“Me too.” Alison nodded in agreement. She sighed happily. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You deserve the whole world.”

“I’ve got it.” Emily’s entire world was Alison.

They met for a kiss. It started out innocent. It was slowly becoming something more when an alarm pierced the air and startled them.

Emily rolled over and reached out to grab her phone. Her eyes widened when she saw the time.

“Crap.” She sat up, wrapping the sheet around her body. “I’ve got to pick the girls up from soccer practice.”

“We should make them walk. It builds character.” Alison reached for Emily, trying to pull her back into their embrace.

Emily sat up and leaned over, grabbing her pants off of the floor. She quickly threw her shirt on. She twisted back around and gave Alison a kiss on the forehead.

“To be continued.” She touched her cheek. She put her hands on Alison’s stomach and pressed her lips against her baby bump. “Don’t you dare make your big debut without me.” She ordered her unborn son, not knowing at the time just how foreshadowing those words would be. She looked at Alison. “I’ll be back in half an hour.”

Emily rushed out to go pick up their twins. Alison couldn’t get comfortable in bed. Her back was killing her. She hadn’t slept in days. Emily stayed up with her a lot, giving her massages and trying to help with her discomfort. Alison really felt her absence when she wasn’t around.

She got up and put on a nightgown. She stopped and peered at herself in the mirror. She held her stomach in her hands, observing her side profile. She really couldn’t see what Emily saw in her. She looked bloated, blotchy, and tired. She rubbed her back, quietly deciding that making herself some tea might help with the stiff muscles.

She made the mistake of leaving her phone on her nightstand.

....CON’T BELOW

FANFIC LINK

#Pretty Little Liars #Emison #PLL #Spalison

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raging-violets · 6 years

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Rhuben: Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day

Happy Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day, everybody. Let’s get started.

Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day to @psychchesters @yourpalmoony @darknightfrombeyond @ceruleanmusings @knocking-down-hesitation @curious-fools-howl-to-the-moon @dreamerwithapen1 @taichixyamato @siriussblackx and anyone else I know for sure I’ve forgotten.

Writing is hard. Creating is hard. Just the idea of continuing is hard. But you all do it and you all keep providing great content that I see come across my timeline. Write what you want to write. Love what you’re writing. Have a great time. Keep it up.

A couple of fic Recs:

TaiYama Week - By @taichixyamato - Not necessarily a specific Digimon fanfic, but tagging for their TaiYama Week. You can find a great amount of submissions whether it’s fanart or fanfic for the Taichi Kamiya and Yamato Ishida pairing whether you’re shipping them or just seeing them as friends.

Rule 14 - By @missjanuarylily - I’m not a huge fan of NCIS, but this crossover between Criminal Minds blends so flawlessly together. I’ve always liked the whole “OC is somehow related to a main character” fics and OC Emma Gibbs is a great addition to these two fandoms. Shy, flirty, sometimes clumsy, perceptive, and funny, she and Dr. Spencer Reid are a cute pair to watch. (Can also be found on AO3).

Radiantly Wrong - by @hennigshelleys‘s sister “GreenBat23″ - A Riverdale fanfic following Archie’s twin sister, OC Alexandra Andrews. The writing in this fic flows well, and Alex is a great addition to the “town with pep.” I love seeing not only Archie’s interactions with Alex, but seeing how Alex’s point of view makes Riverdale feel a little bit bigger.

[Smeared_Mascara is online] - by @curious-fools-howl-to-the-moon - I don’t know a thing about Mr. Mercedes going into this story, but her OC, Delilah Stokes’s, faceclaim I recognized from Young and Hungry. After seeing the trailer, I checked out the trailer for the show it’s written about, and jumped right into this story and I am hooked. Delilah is sassy, and fun to read. And I just love the username “Smeared_Mascara”.

Any fic by @ceruleanmusings - Shameless plug of course. Whether you’re looking for Beyblade, Holes, Teen Wolf, Chronicles of Narnia, a Riverdale plot bunny, Harry Potter, or The Flash, check out her fanfics. All of her OCs for each fandom is well crafted and different from each other, yet fits flawlessly (or with flaws as the case may be for the character) into the world she builds. Taking little bits of information on characters and expanding them to create more dimensional roles and story lines for them leads to great reads.

Any fic by @knocking-down-hesitation - Second shameless plug. A fan of Legend of Korra, Sailor Moon, Facts of Life, or Victorious, then this is the fanfiction author for you. Amazing characterizations of your favorite canon characters in unique AUs and situations that will want you to keep reading more. (Fics can also be found on AO3).

Any fic by the second half of this blog: Riley of @purple-and-red-ribbons - Final shameless plug. Whatever fandom Riles writes in (and there’s a lot), she has incredible world building where it just makes sense that her OCs are there. Taking what occurs in canon and manipulating them and adding in original content pushes the boundaries of what occurred in canon, but expands the positive and negative traits of every character in every fandom she writes for. You can find a list of current/upcoming fics here and all other fics here.

#fanfic writers appreciation day #shout out #love you all #fic recs #authored by: rhuben

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gubes-sweaters · 4 years

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Masterlist

My blog is 18+ (MDNI)

Spencer Reid and other MGG characters

Mind, Body, and Soul- A plug!Spencer AU (permanent hiatus)

After meeting Penelope Garcia she's determined to get you out of your shell after spending your childhood being very sheltered. In attempts to get you out of your shell, she invites you to a little get together which turns out to be so much more. This is where you first meet a very flirty plug named Spencer Reid.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Unexpected Turns

Working at the BAU is already chaotic enough. It only gets worse as you develop feelings for your best friend Spencer Reid that you’ve pushed away for two years now. Not only that but you have hangups from your last relationship and one last unexpected surprise.

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

Fire on Fire

Part 1 Part 2

Adventures in Co-parenting

For five years in just been you and your daughter. When your daughter suddenly takes an interest in who her father is you two decide to track him down. Learning to get along and co-parent with an FBI agent shouldn’t be too difficult right? Right?

Ralvez x Reader polyam oneshots

Ralvez x Reader 1- #

One Shots

*-smut #-fluff !-angst

Uninvited Guests-#

Two Sides of the Same Coin-#/!

Never Be the Same- Part 1-! Part 2-#/!

Taglist

To be added to my taglist either DM me or send me an ask.

Guidelines for Requests

Send me an ask to request a fic. Please read my guidelines first.

I won’t write for the following

a. Non-Con/Dub-Con

b. Anything involving eating disorders or self-harm

c. Anything that could romanticize mental illness (like meeting a person and suddenly one of the characters mental illness is cured because it doesn't work like that and having a mental illness isn't fun, cute, or quirky obviously)

d. Anything that involves minors

e. Please specify pronouns in your request

f. I’ll write for characters in Criminal Minds, Supernatural, and other MGG characters but I don’t write about real people

g. Unless the fic is about something specific like having freckles, curly hair, being plus-sized, or something of that nature I’m not going to specify any of the reader’s features in attempts to be as inclusive as possible.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid au #plug!spencer #plug spencer

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gubes-sweaters · 4 years

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Mind, Body, and Soul

Authors Note: This is a Spencer Reid AU inspired by @subspencer who started the concept of this AU. This is their original idea btw their blog has top tier plug spence content it’s just *chefs kiss*. This is an AU where he went through school at a normal pace instead of graduating at twelve years old. For a little backstory, his childhood is very similar but instead, he became a plug in high school. He started using and selling because he got bored with school work easily since he’s a genius but no one was in his life to encourage him to excel in school. He also became a plug to help with his mom’s medical bills.

Content Warning: Implied drug use(weed/cocaine), Drinking, Swearing, and implied smut.

Word Count: 2.5K

Chapter 1: Silver Rings and Hand Tattoos

I’m not really a person who enjoys going to parties which is odd because I’m a college student. Most of my peers spend their free time getting high and drinking like fish. I guess you could say I’ve lived a pretty sheltered life because I grew up in the upper-middle-class suburbs and I went to a catholic school for my entire life. Neither of my parents are Catholic or even super religious for that matter, but they wanted me to have a “structured school experience” or whatever that means. I also was handed basically whatever I wanted on a silver platter. My parents separated when I was only two years old because my mom was tired of my dad always being gone for work. So I spent most of my life with my mom who coddled me. Being the sheltered kid I was I never went to parties or snuck out and my catholic school was an all-girls school so my experience with guys is very limited. I’m only at this party for one reason Penelope Garcia.

It all started when I began volunteering at the local animal humane society. That’s where I met Penelope Garcia. At first glance, you would think she was nothing short of the purest little cinnamon roll but looks can be very deceiving. She and I became close instantly, and we hung out whenever I wasn’t at school or working. The first time we hung out the topic of jobs came up and I told her that I’m a college student and I work at a comic book shop for a little extra cash even though I didn't need it because whatever my scholarship didn’t cover my dad insisted on paying for including my apartment because I didn’t want to live in a cramped dorm with three other girls. I think he thinks it makes up for all of the lost time during my childhood at least he’s trying though. When I asked her what she did for a living she started to giggle. After her giggle fit, she told me she was a hacker and a weed dealer.

After two years of knowing Penelope, she finally convinced me to go to and I quote “a little get together with a couple of friends” which actually looks a little more like a frat party to me. Either way, I decided why not because I’m going into my junior year in college, yet I only have three friends one being Penelope and the other two are my friends from my childhood. As I’m walking down the hallway of Penelope’s apartment building I can smell weed smoke and I can hear music blaring from here. I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten a noise complaint yet. It’s probably because she sells to a lot of her neighbors, so they put up with it. As I open the door this “little get together” is looking really intimidating. People are packed all in the apartment and there’s very little space to move around. I decided it’s probably best to try and find Penelope. I spot her across the room, but it’s kind of hard not to spot her with the glitter on her eyes and the flashy jewelry she’s wearing. It makes me giggle because I remember all of the times she's spilled various tubs of glitter all over her apartment and now you can’t leave her apartment without a little piece of glitter somewhere on you.

I try to squeeze my way past all of the people in attempts to get near Penelope. I know she can’t hear me between the music that’s blasting and all of the people attempting to talk over the music so calling out for her is useless. As I make my way over to Penelope I spot two people making out on the couch which looks more like they’re trying to eat each other’s faces. Seriously the guy was gripping her hair like his life depended on it. I couldn’t see either of their faces but I spotted a spider web tattoo on the corner of his hand. I quickly look away because I realized I was looking for too long and it was starting to get creepy. I squeeze past the rest of the people and finally make my way over to Penelope and I grab onto her arm and nearly giver her a heart attack.

“Penelope what the hell happened to a little get together!” I ask her with a terrified look on my face.

“Oh finally you’re here I want you to meet a couple of people!” she squeaked out before grabbing my arm and beginning to pull me into the sea of people.

“Don’t avoid the question pen.” I say as I plant my foot in attempts to stop her from pulling me.

I didn’t work very well because she kept dragging me.

“I knew you wouldn’t show up if I told you how many people are here and I wanted you to have a good time sooooo, I figured telling a little white lie would be for the better.” She said while dragging me towards the couch where the two people with their tongues down each other’s throats were. I wonder where they snuck off to or if they just decided to call it a night and leave. I contemplate Penelope’s words and sigh because I know she’s right and I should learn to relax for once.

“Sit here and I’ll get you something to drink.” She says before making her way through the sea of people once again.

I just sit on the couch very awkwardly for a couple of minutes with my hands folded in my lap wondering where Penelope is. I decide to pull out my phone because I’m too awkward to start a conversation with anyone. About half an hour later I take a glance over my phone when I see a figure walking towards me. I thought it must have been Penelope, so I look up even more and put my phone down. It’s just the girl from earlier but now she looks different because she has her mascara running down her face, she's missing a fake eyelash, her hair and clothes are messed up, she keeps sniffing, and now that she is facing me I can see that see her hair is split dyed with one side being black and the other being a bright red color.

“Excuse me I’m sorry my purse is right there can you hand it to me please.” she says as she points to a cute black bag with bat wings on it.

“Uh, yeah here you go.” I say as I reach down and hand it to her.

“Thanks your skirt is so pretty by the way.” She says in a baby-talk voice while she reaches down and pats my head like a puppy. As she bends down slightly to pat my head I can see that her pupils are the size of saucers that explains a lot.

She proceeds to walk away without another word like that didn’t just happen. I’m left sitting there on the couch more confused than ever. I try to contain an awkward chuckle because I don’t want the people near me to think I’ve lost my mind. About five minutes later I figure Penelope must've gotten busy or distracted this is her party after all and it would be rude of me to expect her to be up my ass all night. So I stand up and flatten my pleated mini skirt then I make my way through the people who are packed together like sardines. I didn’t want to seem like a buzzkill or a priss, so I decided to try and socialize a bit. I figured I could make my way into whatever conversation Penelope was in so I wasn’t stealing her away and it would be easier to talk to new people if I had a friend there. As I make my way across the room once again I spot Penelope talking to a lanky guy that is way taller than me. As he has his back to me Penelope must��ve seen me because she waved at me and beckoned me over with one finger in a flirty way. That’s just who Penelope was she jokingly flirted with all of her friends. I’m so used to it by now that it’s just another thing about her that I love. I giggle and pick up my pace as the guy turns his head slightly to see who she was waving to. As I see his side profile I think he looks familiar but I figured it was the multi-colored lighting throughout the apartment and my mind was playing tricks on me.

“Hey (y/n) I want you to meet a good friend of mine this is Spencer.” She says while not being able to get a word out without giggling. She must’ve smoked because she's always kind of giggly but now she can’t control herself.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” I say while giggling because of Penelope’s contagious laugh and I reach out my hand to shake his hand.

“Sorry I don’t shake hands it’s a germ thing.” He says while shifting his weight and stuffing his hands in his pockets. Of course, I had to go and make the situation awkward but at the same time how was I supposed to know.

After the first couple of minutes, it wasn’t as awkward anymore. I found out he’s twenty-two, and he’s from Las Vegas but moved out here for college four years ago. I’m not sure why he choose to move across the country but I don’t really give it a second thought. I also noticed he didn’t talk about his childhood, his job, or anything really personal. We probably talked for about two or three hours. I didn’t even realize how many people left but gradually people would come up to Penelope and say bye.

“Well my lovelies why don’t we turn the music down and switch on all of the normal lights, and we can all talk in the living room!” She says while sitting her cup down.

I think she's absolutely out of her mind with all of the people here and as I go to point it out I turn my head to see that there are only six other people here now other than me, Penelope, and Spencer. Those other six people are already talking in her living room so Spencer walks over to talk to them. Penelope and I turn the music down low but still loud enough to barely hear over the people talking. After that, we turn all of the multi-colored lights off and flip on the regular lights.

Penelope takes a seat next to a pretty girl named Cat on the loveseat near her couch. Cat has shoulder-length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a really pretty smile. When she introduces herself to me she’s nice, but she’s also very sarcastic. You can tell by the way Spencer shifted his eyes towards her when she and I were talking and how he instinctively turned away from her that they have some sort of history. The only seat left is in between Spencer and the arm of the couch. Three other people were already on the couch so there wasn’t much room. Spencer’s thigh was resting against mine in attempts to turn away slightly from Cat. I finally get a good look at him with normal lighting. He looks like he hasn't slept for a week but it suits him. He has kind hazel eyes and a really pretty mouth. I stop myself from staring because I don’t know him at all and I defiantly don’t want him to think I’m a creep.

Everybody was kind of just doing their own thing. People were either talking or on their phones. After a while, Spencer gently puts his hand right above my knee while I was just scrolling on my phone to avoid awkward small talk. I can feel the cold metal of his rings on my thigh and now I can feel his gaze on me. He lets out a little chuckle and rubs his thumb back and forth on my thigh because he can feel the goosebumps on my leg. I look down at my leg and I see a very familiar spider web tattoo. I instantly tense up because I remember what I saw on the couch and I remember what the girl looked like when she came back from wherever they disappeared off to. He removes his hand really quickly when he feels my body tense.

“Hey, are you okay? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I’m really sorry.” He begins to apologize.

“No no no you didn't do anything wrong. I… I was just thinking about something I have to do tomorrow and how I’m going to have to get up early. You’re okay you didn’t do anything wrong I promise.” I only half-lie really because he wasn't making me uncomfortable quite the opposite actually. My body didn’t tense because I was uncomfortable it was a reaction to the change in his demeanor. The guy on the couch before seems to be a completely different guy on the couch sitting right next to me.

“You promise?” He asks me still clearly not believing my bullshit excuse.

“Promise.” I say turning my phone off and looking him right in the eyes. Wow, I don’t think I’ve noticed how pretty his eyes are. No. Nope. Don’t do this to yourself don’t be stupid. I try to avoid his gaze and put up walls. At the same time, he puts his hand back on my thigh but a little higher than last time and puts my chin between his thumb and forefinger. I feel myself leaning in towards him and my eyes flutter shut. For a moment I forget that we’re surrounded by other people and I forget where I’m at even. All of a sudden Penelope (clearly unaware of what she just interrupted) claps her hands so loudly that it alerts me and Spencer, and we separate before we kiss, but he doesn't remove his hand from my thigh.

“Okay, my fine furry friends why don’t we play a drinking game. Let’s not let the fun die yet how about a game of never have I ever?” Penelope says after clapping her hands. Wow, thanks for cockblocking me Pen. Well, maybe not because that same hand that was just above my knee before has now made its way right below the hem of my skirt. This is going to be interesting.

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Mind, Body, and Soul 2

Authors note: This is a Spencer Reid AU started by @subspencer. I got their permission to use the concept of this AU and all credit for the idea goes to them. I debated on when this story would take place either in 2020 or 2003 when Spencer would’ve actually been 22. I decided it’s going to take place in 2020 but all characters in criminal minds would be the same age in the story that they would’ve been in 2003 (if that makes any sense at all). I’m only mentioning this because the BAU will be a part of this story and besides Cat, Lindsey, Spencer, and Penelope all of the other characters will be canon.

Content Warning: Drug use(weed), drinking, swearing, kidnapping(not really the reader just gets scared)

Word Count: 2.8K

You can find part one here

Chapter 2: A “Germ Thing”

Does someone ever get on your nerves for literally reason? Like you can’t put a finger on it but for some reason, you could rationalize hitting them. Maybe it’s just a me problem or maybe it’s a Spencer Reid problem. Spencer is one big problem because on one hand I just want to hand over my soul to him and to stare at his puppy dog eyes even though I just met the guy. On the other hand, I can’t help but think I’m just another notch in his bedpost. Despite his all of the sudden sweet demeanor I keep replaying the little make-out session I saw earlier that led to god only knows what. I’m constantly debating either to kiss him or hit him in his stupid but cute smug little face. I decided right here right now that Spencer Reid will be the death of me. I probably look out of my mind thinking about this as Penelope is giving each of us a solo cup and pouring us a drink for never have I ever.

“(y/n)?” Penelope says while trying to grab my attention by waving her hand in front of my face.

“Y- yeah what’s up?” I stutter back as quickly as possible because now I’m very aware that Spencer is slowly but surely making his way towards my inner thigh.

“You spaced out on us for a minute is everything all right?” Penelope asked being genuinely concerned for me.

“Never better.” I replied before smiling because I know Penelope is just trying to be a good friend.

“Okay, so are we going to play or are we all going to hold hands around a fire while singing kumbaya.” Cat muttered out while giving me a side-eye.

“Yeah that sounds like a great idea Catherine.” Spencer snipes back while squeezing on my thigh. I couldn’t tell if it was a reflex out of anger or if it was to comfort me because Cat clearly has some disdain for me and Spencer.

“Okay, so... I'll go first never have I ever went skinny dipping” One girl out of the group named Layla who was sat on the other side of Spencer chirps up clearly trying to dissolve any tension in the room.

Pretty much everyone had a look on their face that said “obviously” except for me. After everyone took a sip of their drink their eyes wandered towards me. I just shrugged and attempted to move on. Growing up going to a catholic school where nuns compare your virginity to objects to scare the shit out of you doesn’t leave you much room to do anything fun like that. We went around the room and everything was just now becoming no longer awkward then we got to Cat.

“Never have I ever hooked up with more than two people in one night” She said while darting her eyes at Spencer.

Spencer sighed and looked at her basically giving her a silent “fuck you” before taking a sip of his drink. After he cringed at the bitter taste of his drink he squeezed my thigh again. Cat spotted it immediately and of course, had to open her loudmouth.

“Looks like you’re really going for a world record there aren't ya Spencie.”

“You know what let’s all take a breather bec-” Penelope cut in before it could get any worse. She’s someone who hates confrontation, especially between her friends.

“That sounds great!” I say cutting her off, so I can get out of this hellhole as fast as possible, before brushing Spencer's hand off of me and hopping up from the couch.

Everyone quickly disperses to get away from the situation as fast as possible. Three people make excuses to go home partly because that was the most awkward yet hostile thing a person could witness and partly because it’s almost four in the morning. I walk off towards the kitchen once again to get water in attempts to sober up as much as possible before going home. Even though everyone else wasn’t really anything more than buzzed because we were taking sips out of a cup instead of taking shots. I’m a huge lightweight and I’d rather not test my ability to drive like this. As I crack open a bottle of water I feel a tap on my shoulder. I was surprised when I turned around and I didn’t see Spencer but instead it was a guy I’ve never met before. He sat next to Layla, but we never talked to each other until now.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to spook you. I’m Josh by the way.” He introduced himself with a big smile, and then he extended his hand out to me. He was cute not as tall as Spencer, but still taller than me. He had sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“Hi my name is (y/n)” I say as I reach out my hand to shake his hand, but it didn’t quite get there because the handshake was intercepted by a third hand.

“And I’m Spencer.” He quickly cuts in and shakes Josh’s hand. I have to take a quick step back because he shoved himself between me and Josh. I then step around Spencer to see the interaction between the two of them.

“Um hi?” He says with a confused look on his face. You can tell Spencer had a good grip on his hand and is shaking his hand way longer than necessary. It looks like his grip just keeps getting tighter and tighter until Josh starts to wince. Soon enough Spencer finally lets go of the poor guy’s hand. Josh couldn’t have booked it over to Penelope to say goodbye literally any faster.

“What happened to your little “germ thing?”” I ask while giving him a look of total irritation. Spencer was clearly peeved by me talking to another guy even it’s an innocent little handshake.

“I still have a germ thing but I just thought I’d introduce myself.” He says innocently while he wipes his hands on his pants before stuffing them in his pockets.

I turn around in attempts to ignore him, and when I do realize I’m now trapped in my own personal hell. I turn around and now there's just five of us me, Penelope, Spencer, Cat, and a girl who was sitting next to Cat the entire time. So I can either talk to one of my best friends, but she's sat next to two girls who are looking like they’re about to devour me or I can talk to the guy who is irritating the shit out of me. Looks like I’ll take my chances in the lion’s den. I walk over to Penelope and sit down on the couch. When I sit down I realize that this girl and Cat are holding hands and are acting very cuddly (which you wouldn’t expect from Cat because of her bitchy demeanor). I figured they’re probably dating and my suspicions were confirmed when she introduced herself to me.

“Hi, I’m Lindsey. I’m Cat’s girlfriend” She says while waving at me. It’s odd because it looks like Lindsey looks like a genuinely sweet girl, but Cat is playing her like a fiddle, so she will act in any sort of way that Cat wants. Even it means being stand-offish to people you don’t even know. Shortly after Spencer walks out of the kitchen and sits right next to me and instead of attempting to be subtle in any sort of way he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me so close to him I’m practically on his lap.

“Okay, as much as I love all of my friends It’s now four am and a girl needs a little beauty rest. Is everybody okay to drive home? If not you’re more than welcome to stay the night.” I couldn’t tell if she was serious or if she was trying to end this night before it got any worse. Meanwhile, Spencer and Cat look like they could maul each other any minute. We all agree that it’s okay and say our goodbyes to Pen. Cat and Lindsey leave right away but I loitered around for another minute or two just to make sure I’m good to drive. I hear the front door open and close once more. I figured that it was Spencer deciding he wasn’t getting anywhere with me, so he left. I eventually say goodbye to Penelope and make my way out the door. I suddenly remember I had to park in a parking lot across the street because Penelope only has one visitor parking spot. Most people took a vacant parking spot or parked on the side of the street, but there was absolutely no room for me to do that. I wrap my arms around myself because I’m only wearing a skirt and a thin sweater which in retrospect was absolutely stupid considering its fall in DC. I can’t help but feel like I’m being followed or at least like someone's eyes are on me. I start jogging because I wasn't about to take any chances. My jogging is more like very fastly walking because let’s face it, I have the athletic ability of a sloth. I’m only a little bit away from my car when I hear footsteps. I immediately start to try and unlock my car, so I can hop in as fast as possible. Of course, as luck would have it my car wouldn’t unlock because I was supposed to change the stupid battery a week ago.

“Fuck you shitty car and your shitty remote.” I mutter to myself. I’m only about a foot away from my car when I feel a hand firmly grasp my shoulder and I do the only thing I could think of which was scream bloody murder. As I start to scream whoever is behind me puts their other hand over my mouth.

“Shhh it’s okay. Everything is okay It’s just me.” I immediately recognize the voice. When they let me go I turn around and shove them.

“Fuck you Spencer why did you do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack I thought I was going to die you dick.” I shout at him before turning around and going to stick my key in the car door.

“I’m sorry I called for you when I saw you walking out of Penelope's apartment building but you clearly didn't hear me. I didn’t want you to take off without me, so I tried running to catch up with you.” He apologized, but he was clearly not super sincere because he was trying so hard not to smile or bust out laughing.

“Well, go on then what do you want?” I ask while standing there with my car door cracked while I’m waiting to get in the car.

“My friend who I came here with wanted to take a girl home. I no longer have a ride home and I thought I’d figure it out before I was going to leave but I didn’t I guess.” He says kinda shyly in attempts to ask me for a ride without actually asking me.

“Do want a ride?” I sigh because I know he already has me wrapped around his finger.

“Yes please.” He says while giving me puppy dog eyes obviously to try and make me forget that two minutes ago I thought I was going to be kidnapped.

“Hop in then” I gesture for him to get in the passenger seat. We close the car doors almost in unison then I start my car. I ask him for his address while pulling out my phone, but he insists that he can give me good directions and I don’t need to get directions from my phone.

“Whatever you say Sherlock” I roll my eyes at him while I start to pull out of the parking lot. Spencer starts fiddling with things in my car while he gives directions. He flips on the radio and changes the channels about fifty times before getting bored and turning it back off. Soon enough I pull into the parking lot of his apartment building. Pulling into the parking lot is a bittersweet moment because I’m not sure if I’ll ever see him again, and overall I had a fun time tonight mostly because of him despite all of the awkwardness. On the other hand, somehow this man knows how to push all of my buttons and is able to get on every single last one of my nerves, so I couldn’t be happier to say goodbye. I put the car in park and look at him to say goodbye. I look over, and he’s looking for something but I'm not sure what he’s looking for. He starts to pull everything out of his pockets and places them on my dashboard. Out of his front pockets, he pulls out some pocket change, a money clip, and a plastic bag with a rolled joint in it. Out of his back pockets, he pulls out his wallet then searches through it. After that, he pulls out an iPhone, two lighters, and a condom. Really classy Spencer really really classy.

“Shit” He mutters to himself before patting his front pockets once more and putting everything back in his pockets and I still can’t believe what he is about to say next, but this man looks at me dead ass in my eyes, and says.

“I lost the key to my apartment.” He looks at me with puppy dog eyes and I already know what he’s suggesting.

“Can’t you get one from your landlord or have your roommate let you in?” I suggest in attempts to avoid the inevitable.

“I live alone and my landlord wouldn’t be able to get me a new key until eight in the morning.” He says and I swear to god he intentionally pouts his lips ever so slightly. I would normally say one thousand percent no but it’s almost five in the morning now and I’m so desperate for my head to hit the pillow. I don’t have time to shoot the shit with Spencer for even another minute.

“I can let you stay the night at my place I guess.”

“I’m really sorry this isn’t a normal occurrence I promise. I feel bad because I’m a huge inconvenience right now but I’ll make it up to you, I promise someway somehow.” He says while looking at me with the same guilt as a child who broke something of their parents.

“It’s okay I won’t make you sleep out on the street.” I say before chuckling hoping to lighten the mood and to make him feel less guilty. We both laugh at the ridiculous situation as I make my way to my apartment. Turns out I only live a little bit under ten minutes from him. As I pull into my parking spot I begin to tell him I have a few terms and conditions.

“Firstly my roommates cannot know you’re here, or they’ll never let this situation go. So you can’t sleep out on the couch you’ll have to sleep in my room. Then in the morning once the coast is clear I’ll find a way to sneak you out. Deal?”

“Deal.” He repeats back while stepping out of the car.

I open the door to my apartment, and we both tiptoe to my room to avoid making any noise. Surprisingly we didn’t make any noise at all, so once we cross the threshold of my doorway I close it and lock it before telling Spencer I’ll get him a pillow and blankets to sleep on the floor. I turn around and see Spencer already took his shoes off and is already curled up under the blankets half asleep. I just give in because at this point I’m only thinking about sleep. I get my pajamas and change in my bathroom. I walk back into my room and throw back the covers and let my head hit the pillow. Just as I feel myself slipping into a deep sleep I feel Spencer throw his arm around my waist and pull me flush against his body. This is going to be one interesting morning.

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Two Sides of the Same Coin

Content Warning: This story is all about death. The reader works for a funeral home, so if any of that makes you anxious or uneasy please don’t read or at least be cautious. <3

Word Count: 1.2k

As I plate dinner while waiting for the arrival of my boyfriend I hear the distinctive sound of a lock turning and clicking. Soon I hear the heavy and tired footsteps of my boyfriend trudging through the living room after dropping his satchel on the floor. It’s completely abnormal for him to walk right past the kitchen or to not even call out for me. Something must be wrong and I have a feeling it was the case they were just on. I turn off the burners on the stove and make sure everything is placed away from the edge of the counters. I then walk into the living room to see Spencer snuggled up on the couch in the fetal position with my cat. The cat he swore he hated when I first moved in. When I come into his sightline he doesn’t even act like he hates my cat Pascal like he normally would. Instead, he pulls the cat closer as tears start to fall.

“Love what happened? I need you to talk to me,” I say while crouching down to his level.

In return, he just shrugs his shoulders at me. Normally most people would be irritated with their significant other shrugging their shoulders at them, but sometimes with Spencer, that’s the best answer you’re going to get before he’s ready to open up. I nudge him to sit up so I can sit down and he can rest his head on my lap. I pet his head while he gets comfortable once more. Pascal curls upon his chest and Spencer seems to relax. Between the fluffy cat purring on his chest and me running my fingers through his hair I begin to think he fell asleep. I almost get ready to scoot out from underneath him to put dinner away before he murmurs something I can barely make out.

“How do you do it? How do you work with death all day?” He opens his eyes to look up at me. Before I can even conjure up an answer he elaborates on what he was saying before.

“I don’t know how you deal with grieving families and dead people all day. I mean I go to the morgue sometimes, but I mostly just have to look at crime scene photos. You embalm people and hold distraught family members. Aren’t you ever tired of it?” He says with his voice cracking every couple of words.

“Honestly Spence no I don’t get tired of it. I don’t get tired of it more than anyone would with a more mundane job. I love my job for the same reason you do. We both bring people solace in some fashion.”

For a moment he contemplates my words so much that I can practically see the gears turning. He lets out a deep breath before asking me another question.

“How are you okay with seeing death all day though? Like does it ever become too much to comfort families?”

“Sure it's difficult and sometimes I see things that I can’t unsee. I understand where you’re coming from Spence but honestly, we’re just two different sides to the same coin. I’ve learned to see the beauty in it.” I take a deep breath before continuing.

“As hard as it can be, seeing people being able to have a happy goodbye makes it worth the while. Most people are scared to say goodbye to loved ones, but it’s only because they’re scared of forgetting whether that be them forgetting or someone forgetting them.”

“Don’t you ever get scared of being forgotten or even just dying?” He asks me with tearful doe-eyes.

“Truthfully, no not after my sister. You know that when I was eight my sister got in a horrible car accident. Well, I never told you, but I wasn’t supposed to but I saw what she looked like after. I was a snooping nosy kid who didn’t understand, but when I saw her, she no longer looked like my sister. When it came time for her funeral I was scared to see her because I thought I would see the same girl in the photos after the car crash. I refused to walk up to her casket before the funeral home director told me that it was okay, that she fixed her. She took me to see my sister and I saw my beautiful older sister that I always looked up to once more.” I took a break because towards the end. I couldn’t get any words out without my voice shaking.

“It’s what made me want to work for a funeral home. Now I’ve seen kids and even adults in the same position I was once in. To be able to give those people some relief makes it all worth the while. I get to see the beauty in death and it does seem impossible to imagine beauty in death but it’s there I promise.” I say as a tear falls from my right cheek right onto Spencer’s forehead. We chuckle at that before he removes Pascal from off of his chest and stands up. He pulls me up as well and gives me a tight hug.

“You never told me about being scared to see your sister. I mean it makes sense of trying to see the beauty in it all. I’m not always scared of actually dying I just don’t want to be forgotten about. Sometimes in cases, I just can’t help but compare myself to the victims. I know it’s selfish, but sometimes they're forgotten about so quickly and I don’t want to suffer the same fate.” He says into the crook of my neck before more of his tears drop onto my shirt.

“I get it, I really do. It’s not selfish to be scared of the inevitable. Trust me Spencer you’re one person that the world will never forget. There will come a day where your kids will pass on stories of you to their kids so on and so forth. That’s why it’s important to remember to actually live while you’re alive and to not be scared of death.” I tell him as we rock back to fourth a couple of times before he pulls away.

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” He says while Pascal starts weaving between our legs trying to get our attention.

“I’m not sure I think without me you wouldn’t have this fluffy little guy in your life and that’s a tragedy within itself,” I say while picking Pascal up and cradling him like a baby.

“Um, I think I can live without his judgy beady little eyes.” He says before chucking and scratching the top of the soft cat's head.

“That’s not what you were saying earlier while he was your cuddle buddy on the couch.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures. Speaking of which I’m starving.”

“Well lucky for you last time we were at Rossi’s he gave me his chicken and gnocchi soup recipe. I figured there’s nothing like a good home-cooked meal after a long week.” I tell him before setting my cat on the ground and walking back over to the kitchen where tonight began.

“Sounds perfect,” he says wrapping his arms around my waist while I finish plating dinner once again.

“The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world” - Edgar Allan Poe

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Mind, Body, and Soul 3

Authors Note: This is a Spencer Reid AU inspired by @subspencer . This is their original idea and thanks again to them for letting me use this AU. Also, side note I was thinking what type of hair cut Spencer would have in this AU and I’m thinking season 10/11 hair is the most fitting. Just to remind everyone that Lindsey Vaughn, Cat Adams, Spencer Reid, and Penelope Garcia aren’t canon to Criminal Minds, but any other character I mention is.

Content Warning: Drug use (weed), swearing, that’s all I can think of but if there's anything else don’t be afraid to let me know.

Word Count: 3K

You can find part two here

Chapter 3: Snooping Roommates

I wake up to loud banging on my door, a screaming roommate trying to wake me up, and the dead weight of Spencer’s arm that practically has me in a death grip.

“(y/n) wake up I need my straightener that you borrowed. I need to straighten my hair before class and I don't want to be late!” She’s shouting while banging on my door. I turn over and look at my alarm clock and see that it’s only ten am. Great, I’m only going to get four hours of sleep when I feel like I could sleep for a week. This loud banging isn’t doing any favors for my headache either. Then it suddenly hits me that I need to wake up Spencer and get him to hide in my room somewhere because no doubt my friend Stella will barge in. I mean normally it isn’t a problem we’ve been best friends since kindergarten, but when I’m trying to hide a plug that just spent the night, even though he is practically a stranger to me in my room it’s not an ideal time for her to snoop.

“Sorry, I’m awake just give me a second!” I holler back at her, so she’ll stop banging on the door so loudly. I know I’m not going to make her super late because she doesn’t have class until twelve, but she takes forever to get ready nonetheless. I manage to wiggle out of Spencer's grasp, so I can sit up and wake him up. “How is he still asleep or maybe he’s dead that would get rid of one problem at least.” I think to myself while I’m trying to shake him awake and even though I’m joking for a sliver of a second I think he might actually be dead. It wasn’t until he snored ever so slightly and turned away from me I knew he was actually breathing.

“Spencer, Spencer you need to wake up and get in the closet.” I say to him while shaking him even more aggressively.

“Wow, I haven’t thought about being in the closet in a long time.” He mumbles back to me.

“Spencer this isn’t the time for jokes now get in my closet.” I say as I continue to shake him to make sure he doesn’t go back to sleep.

“Wait, I have to do what now.” He finally sits up and ponders my words for a second.

“You have to get in the closet my friend needs something out of my room, and she’ll never let it go if she sees you in here.” I repeat to him for the third time while pointing at my closet.

“Okay, okay fine.” He says putting his hands up surrendering to my ridiculous request after collecting his stuff off the nightstand and pushing his shoes under my bed.

“Hey is everything okay in there or did you go back to sleep?” Stella asks while pounding on the door once more.

“No, I’m just trying to get dressed. Give me a second to grab the straightener and you probably should stop pounding on the door before we get a noise complaint my dad would murder all three of us.” I say before making sure that Spencer is in the closet with the door closed. I hurry and grab the straightener and do a quick once over of my room to make sure that nothing is out of place. I open my door to one peeved friend with her dark brown curly hair going in every single direction. I hand the straightener to her hoping she’ll take it and leave.

“Thanks, also do you have that book you said I could borrow? I’m going to have two hours to kill between classes and I can’t be bothered to drive back home” She asks right before I was about to close the door.

“Oh yeah, it’s in the drawer of my left nightstand.” I say before making a gesture pointing towards it with my head.

“Okay?” She says probably because of my odd demeanor. I quickly shuffle over to my closet basically guarding it with my life. At the same time, she makes her way over to the nightstand and when she looks at it, she lets out a weird chuckle and picks something up. She turns to me as I’m standing in front of the closet. When she turns around she’s holding up a condom. “Goddammit, Spencer!” I think to myself while I think about excuses for why that would be in my room.

“Did somebody get a boyfriend and not tell their friend. Even more importantly, did somebody lose their virginity and NOT TELL ME!” She says in a more excited manner than upset that I wouldn’t tell her something like that. I mean we’re adults not in grade school anymore so it’s not a huge deal.

“No, I didn’t it must be Raven’s. It’s certainly not mine and even if I did you wouldn’t need to announce it to the world, so can you keep your voice down.” I say while partially whispering in hopes that Spencer didn’t hear any of that because I’m not in the mood to be teased, and I’m especially not in the mood for the million questions I get when people find out.

“Raven come here! We need a family meeting!” She shouts oblivious to the company we have with us. Of course, she’s going to run with this and think it’s hilarious because we’re friends it’s what we do. I know she would never do this if she knew that Spencer or anyone else was here because she wouldn’t want me to be embarrassed. Raven walks into the room with her black hair swinging back and forth in her ponytail in unison with her skirt.

“Yeah what’s up?” She asks quickly peaking her head in the doorway because she has a class at eleven.

“Would this happen to belong to you? We know it’s not mine because I have no need for a condom and I think my GIRLfriend would find it odd that I have any. If it’s not yours there’s only one other person in this house that it could belong to.” She manages to say between her giggles putting an emphasis on the girl part, so I can’t use the excuse that it might be Stella’s for whatever reason.

“Guys fine it’s mine but let it go because no I don’t have a boyfriend and no I didn’t lose…you know...it” I trail off trying to be as quiet as possible.

“There’s no need to be ashamed of being a virgin at twenty, but excuse us if we pick on you because you’re the only one out of us who hasn’t lost their virginity. Don’t even try to use the catholic school excuse anymore. It might’ve worked when we were in high school, but it doesn't anymore.” Raven chimes in clearly also having fun in this awkward situation.

“Okay, thanks mom now get out of my room. I didn’t wake up to play twenty-one questions.” I say trying to get them out of my room as fast a possible because I hear chuckles slowly becoming louder and louder from inside my closet.

“We’re only teasing you because we love you but I still kind of want to know why you have only one sitting on your nightstand.” Stella says while sitting it back down and finally picking up the book before making her way out of the room. She stops at the doorway turning to look at me clearly wanting an explanation. Raven being the snoop she is as well raises her eyebrows wanting an explanation too.

“Okay fine I may or may not have thought I was going home with somebody last night and Penelope practically threw one at me trying to get me to go home with him but last minute I chickened out. Are you guys happy now?” I pull the most bullshit excuse out of my ass, but they seem to believe it because they both give a silent nod while walking out and closing the door behind them. I run to lock the door while Spencer opens the closet with his hand over his mouth trying not to laugh.

“That sounds like the most cliché porn plot possible. A sweet little virgin catholic school girl what do you need me to dress up as a priest?” He says in between deep breaths trying not to bust out laughing.

“Don’t even start I won’t hesitate to kill you. No one knew who you came home with I bet I could get away with it, I’ve watched enough crime shows and I listened to my dad talk about it growing up.” I look at him giving him the stink eye trying to be a little intimidating even though I’m obviously joking, but it just makes him laugh more.

“Okay, we’ll see about that squirt.” He says while trying to control his laughter and lays back on my bed. I roll my eyes at the sudden usage of the nickname.

“I’m going to get ready don’t move and if my friends knock on the door don’t answer it. I can drive you back to your apartment after they leave.” I tell him trying to move on while making my way to my bathroom after grabbing clothes from my closet.

“Yes ma’am.” He says mocking me because I’m talking to him in the same way a mom would scold her toddler. In some ways, Spencer acts like a toddler, so I’m justified in the way I talk to him.

As I finish up taking a shower and running a brush through my hair to not look like I was hit by a truck, I get changed and walk back into my room. I walk out and see that Spencer is once again passed out in my bed. I sigh trying to figure out what to do and for the first time in the past fourteen hours, my prayers have been answered because both of my friends shout their goodbyes as they leave the apartment. As soon as I hear the lock click signaling that they left I open my door checking to see if the coast is clear. Once I make sure I’m safe I walk out to the kitchen and make breakfast. I sit and relax on the island for a second taking in everything that’s happened since last night. I close my eyes and bask in the warm sunlight coming through the window and take in the smell of coffee brewing. I go back to breakfast and I make sure to make enough food for me and Spencer. After I’m done I go to ask him if he wants any food and as I make my way to my room I smell something odd. I can’t place the smell at first over the smell of coffee and pancakes, but as soon as I open my door I immediately recognize the smell. Then I see him laying on my bed smoking a joint.

“Oh hey, you want a hit.” He offers after he seemed surprised to see me as if he wasn’t laying in my bed in my apartment.

“No I don’t smoke sorry, but I made breakfast if you want some.” I say before turning around and making my way back to the kitchen.

“So you don’t smoke, you don't have sex, and you don't really drink or party so what do you do for fun?” He asks while catching up with me. As I plate our food I wonder if I have anything actually interesting to tell him. It’s boring to say “Oh I go to class, then to work, then I study, and sometimes I get more bored than usual, so I knit.” When I figure I don’t have anything remotely fun to talk about I just shrug and give him a plate with pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

“How do you take your coffee?” I ask while pulling two mugs out of the cupboard before grabbing creamer and sugar.

“Like three teaspoons of sugar, but don’t try and change the subject. If you don’t know how to have fun that’s how I’ll make it up to you for helping me out last night. We’ll spend a day, it doesn’t have to be today, but we’ll spend a day where we have a day full of fun.” He says with a proud look on his face, and I can’t help but giggle at the look on his face it’s like he just had the idea of the century. You can tell he’s someone whose smart but is only very book smart because at the same time he has no sense of self-preservation and no common sense whatsoever.

“Okay, well I have to work tonight, but tomorrow I don’t have anything going on. What do you have in mind?” I ask while passing him coffee before joining him at the island with my food and coffee.

“That my dear is a mystery. It’s much more fun when it’s a surprise.” He says while booping my nose before reading what’s on the mug I gave him.

“The BAU? Who do you know that works for the FBI’s behavioral analysis unit or is this just some cute little souvenir?” He asks while looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

“My dad used to work for the BAU but it’s been a while. Right now he’s on a book tour.” I say trying to be brief as possible when talking about my dad.

“So are you super close with your dad is that why he pays for your apartment and gets you gifts like this?” He asks before taking a bite out of the bacon.

“It’s not really an extraordinary gift it’s just a mug first off. Second off how did you know that he pays for my apartment? Were you snooping through my room while I was making breakfast?” I ask genuinely curious how he drew that conclusion. I mean he’s not wrong but still.

“I heard you say and I quote “stop pounding on the door before we get a noise complaint my dad would murder all three of us.” I doubt that you would care what your dad thinks unless he pays for the apartment or this is his apartment, but I’m not sure why your mom and dad would let two other loud ass girls live in this apartment with them.” He says with a smug look on his face as if he cracked a seemingly unsolvable mystery.

“Good detective work Sherlock. I mean yeah you’re right my dad pays the rent for this place, but he and my mom aren’t together anymore, my mom happened to be unlucky wife number four, and to answer your question from earlier no I’m not extremely close with my dad. He was always at work, traveling, or working on his new book I’m pretty sure this apartment is how he chooses to make up for it.” I say very matter-of-factly like it’s nothing I think I’m just numb to it at this point.

“Well, welcome to the absentee fathers club. It’s full of daddy issues and forgotten birthdays.” He says before turning back to his food. Not having a dad around clearly doesn’t bother him, or he’s putting up a pretty good front like it doesn’t bother him.

“Anyway moving away from the subject of childhood trauma let’s move on to our day of fun. I’ll pick you up here at ten am sharp. I will tote you around all day until you learn how to have fun.” He says while doing a horrible impression of Steve Irwin as if we're going on some sort of adventure through the jungle. I just giggle in response as I go to clean up both of our plates.

“I’ll be ready at ten now are you ready for me to take you back home because I have to go to work soon.” I ask turning to face him while I rest my elbows behind me on the counter.

“Yeah let me go get my shoes and I’ll be ready.” He says before hopping off the stool at the kitchen island and makes his way back to my room. I laugh to myself because we just met, yet I get along with him like we’ve known each other for years. I quickly make my way to the laundry room, so I can grab my work shirt out of the dryer and change into it before we leave. I slip off my shirt and slip into my work shirt and tuck it into my jeans, before making my way back out to the living room. As I grab my keys and slip on my vans Spencer makes his way back out to the living room.

“Ready?” I ask him before opening the door. He just nods before slipping a piece of paper into my hand. I didn’t open it at the time. I didn’t even open it until I got off work that night but it was his number.

Me: hey, I just got off work and realized you gave me your number. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Good Night :)

Spencer: i’ll see you then. sweet dreams <3

As I’m sitting in my bed that night I just chuckle to myself before I turn my phone off and turn over trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. As I get comfortable and I’m about to shut my eyes I spot that damn condom on the corner of my nightstand once again. Soon enough I finally shut my eyes and I’m able to get some sleep.

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