#spencer reid x femme!reader

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candied oranges//spencer reid

summary: femme!reader brings her new boyfriend to meet the team for drinks, but she doesn't know why Spencer keeps acting up and presses him for answers.

pairing: femme!reader x spencer

word count: 1.9k

content warnings: casual drinking, lots of angst.

a/n: this is based on this ask i got a while ago that i really loved! i didn't make it long enough to include all the parts of the request, but i really loved writing this and i'd be super down to write more parts if y'all like it.

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you're immediately enveloped in a sweet-scented hug as soon as you enter the door of Penelope's apartment. she's hosting drinks tonight for the team, and you've been looking forward to it all week. although after-work plans are usually very tenuous due to the demanding nature of your jobs, you've been craving some bonding time with everyone.

moreover, you're hoping for a chance to talk to Spencer. he's been incredibly stand-offish for the past week. every time you try to have a conversation, he either makes an excuse or the two of you get called in for work. a few days back, you were supposed to go to the international cinema downtown to see a film, but he texted you last minute claiming he was catching a cold. it feels like he's avoiding you.

"welcome, welcome!" Penelope grins as she steps to the side to let you into her home. it looks like it usually does, purple walls with twinkling lights and knick-knacks in every corner. a throw blanket tossed over the couch that reminds you of a hallucinogenic trip. some of the team members are already here, gathered around Garcia's counter with drinks in their hands.

Spencer isn't here, though, and you frown until Garcia clears her throat loudly. "Y/N? aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

you're jolted out of your thoughts when you remember that you brought a date tonight. "oh, sorry. Pen, this is my boyfriend, Wren."

Wren reaches out a hand to your smiling colleague, but she waves it away and immediately hugs him too. "we've heard so much, Wren. it's so great to meet you!"

Wren gives you an optimistic smile over Pen's shoulder and, when he's finally disentangled himself from her friendly embrace, offers up the Tupperware he's carrying. "I brought candied oranges. I thought they might go nicely as a dessert."

Garcia's jaw drops, her pink-glossed lips catching the light. "you are an angel--" she turns to you. "he is an angel, Y/N."

you let out a satisfied laugh, happy that he's already made a positive impression on one of your friends. granted, Penelope tends to like everybody, but you don't care. you've been seeing Wren for a few weeks now, and it's been nice to have someone to make plans with. even if you end up rescheduling more dates than you actually go on because of cases.

"come meet everyone!" Garcia gestures for the two of you to follow her to the kitchen, where the team looks up. they're so different when they're not wrapped up with files and evidence. much friendlier faces.

"this is Wren, guys." you thread your fingers with his.

"Wren!" JJ grins enthusiastically and comes forward to shake Wren's free hand. Garcia takes the top of the Tupperware off and sets it in the middle of the counter.

"and he brought us snacks." Penelope points to the small treats. people reach for the candied oranges at once, all of them biting down and making noises of approval.

there's a flurry of activity as each member of the team introduces themselves to Wren, but he looks incredibly at peace with the attention, and his eyes sparkle when he's quickly brought into the circle of chattering friends. naturally, he charms them with his dimples and quick jokes. 

you're on your second glass of wine when Spencer arrives, his hair wet from the unexpected rain outside. Garcia hangs up his raincoat and brings him into the kitchen to join the festivities.

the first thing he notices is you, your eyes meeting across the island as Prentiss hands him a glass of lemonade. he's later than he usually is to group events, and part of you wonders what he's been doing. but then he catches sight of the arm that is casually snaked around your waist, and the person attached to that arm.

it could be a flickering kitchen light, but you swear his jaw tightens for a millisecond. his gaze bores into Wren's face, then neutralizes when he notices him. of course, because Wren is the life of the party, he immediately approaches Spencer with an outstretched hand.

"you must be Spencer. I'm Wren. Y/N talks about you all the time."

you forgot to warn him that Reid isn't one for physical contact, so you go with your boyfriend and push his hand down. Spencer's gaze flickers between you, Wren, and the hand that now rests at his side.

"Spencer doesn't really shake hands." you murmur in his ear. Wren is fast to replace his guilty expression with a more jovial one.

"you're the genius, right?" he starts a conversation that you know Spencer will hate. the profiler is constantly getting questioned on the job about his intellect and age.

part of you doesn't care, though. Reid has been an ass all week, and this newly sour attitude with your boyfriend really pisses you off. you were already nervous about Wren meeting such important people in your life, and Spencer possibly lashing out at him will send you over the edge.

"technically speaking, yes." the profiler responds with a clipped tone.

"Wren is a graphic designer." you insert yourself into the conversation. Wren looks at you affectionately, then at your colleague.

"yeah, I actually just moved here from LA."

"from LA to DC for graphic design?" Reid's words have an edge to them. he's already trying to piece together your boyfriend like a puzzle, the gears behind those hazel eyes working swiftly. something tugs in your stomach.

"weird, right?" Wren chuckles good-naturedly. "I just started at a non-profit that's based here."

"ah." Reid replies. he eyes Wren sharply, as though to cut him down to size. he makes no effort to continue the conversation.

before you can watch more of your coworker behaving like a petulant child, you clear your throat. "hey, Wren, can I talk to Spence for a second? I just remembered I have a question about one of our cases."

it's a bullshit excuse, but it works. Wren knows virtually nothing about your job, so he returns to the rest of the group after planting a kiss on your forehead and leaves the two of you alone.

the energy between you shifts immediately. for a second, you can't figure out what to say; you're angry, sure, but you're more hurt than anything. there are so many words crammed unintelligibly together in your mind. all of them are inappropriate for a kitchen conversation. instead of saying something, you grab his wrist and yank him into the hallway so the others can't hear.

"what the hell was that about?"

"what are you talking about?" he feigns confusion.

"you're being an ass to Wren."

"how? we've only talked for a minute."

"and that minute was you being unwelcoming. he's just trying to be nice and you can't even spare, like, five minutes of pleasantness."

Spencer doesn't respond to this at first, instead pursing his lips and looking down at his feet. you roll your eyes.

"look, Spence, I don't know what's going on with you. you can be mad at me for whatever reason, but don't take it out on him. he didn't do anything."

Reid's expression changes several times in the dark hallway, the silence thick. it becomes even more clear that this was the wrong place to confront him. you just want him to say something. this game he's playing is childish.

"I'm not mad at you." he keeps a level tone, though you can feel the undercurrent of frustration beneath it. his eyes are darting from the quirky paintings on Penelope's wall to your face, as though weighing his options.

you realize how well you know each of his facial expressions, his body language, even in the dark.

"that's even worse, Reid. we used to tell each other everything, and now you won't even be in the same room as me." as you say the words, they pierce you in a way you've been trying to avoid.

there were nights when the two of you would just walk and talk, your first days at the BAU when it seemed like everything was happening too quickly and you considered quitting. amidst all the chaos, you craved the free moments because he was there. a page break in every ceaselessly violent chapter.

you knew you loved him then, but loving Spencer is like looking at Saturn through a telescope. you could stare forever and never have enough, but you'll never be able to touch. the proximity is a delusion. especially when he pulls away like this.

"I just..." he seems affected by your words, those slender fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"you just what, Spencer? I'm really getting sick of chasing you after your tantrums. I've got enough to worry about." you hope your eyes aren't as shiny as they feel, but you need to go. you can't have a breakdown at one of Garcia's parties, and you certainly can't keep spending time in a dark hallway with Reid when your boyfriend is in the next room.

you push past him, shoulders brushing as you blink back your frustrated tears. until you feel his fingers wrap around your wrist with a surprisingly iron grip, pulling you back to him.

you stumble a bit, free hand steadying yourself on his chest. angry words are in your throat, though they get stuck. instead, your mouth is open in surprise. he's never touched you like this, like he needs you to stay. it sends a shiver down your spine.

you think about one time a few weeks ago, when the two of you were heading home late and he bought you a croissant from a café. you sat at a tiny table and talked, played tic tac toe on a napkin. it was stupid, but you didn't want to be anywhere else. you liked how he laughed and held a pen.

his face is so close to yours, you can see the light gleaming in his eyes. his lips are parted. you know what's coming next, feel it in your bones.

"I'm in love with you." the words seem to fill up the entire hallway, pressing on the walls. your heart is hammering in your chest, the weight of it all seemingly coming down all at once.

you know you can't. you've never cheated, and you never will. but something inside you crumbles to ancient ruin, some rational part that would remind you that Wren is kind, and funny, and likes you a lot.

Spencer loves you; it repeats itself in your head like a mantra, burning through every cell in your body. he's still holding onto you, his skin bleeding warmth into yours as you hold his gaze. you love his eyelashes and the shape of his mouth. you can feel his breath on your lips, the magnitude of a possible kiss resting between you.

you inhale sharply, trying to remember every curve and slope of this moment.

"I can't," you whisper. your eyes flicker to his lips. how easy it would be. "I'm with someone else."

the fire in his eyes flares. he drops your wrist, defeated. you stay for a moment. it's the last shred you can keep.

"Y/N?" the sound of your name jerks you out of this stupor. you turn to see JJ at the end of the hallway, a half-bitten candied orange in her fingers. "is everything okay?"

"everything's fine." you straighten and put a false smile on, walking over to her. your limbs feel like lead, even as she links your arm with hers.

"I really like Wren. he's so funny." she laughs.

"isn't he?" you chance a look behind your shoulder, at Spencer in the dark. he doesn't look away this time. he knows just as well as you do that you aren't finished.

you just don't know where to begin.

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Soulless

Pairing: Unsub!fem!reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Whenever a femme fatale killer rises in the Greater Quantico area, it sends the BAU in a tailspin trying to figure out who this mystery woman is. What Spencer didn’t realize was that his sweet and doting girlfriend is the one committing the dark and sinful acts haunting the city and the team.

Content Warnings: Criminal Minds case matter, alcohol consumption, suggestive thoughts,some coarse language.

Word Count: 2.6K

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Alright! This is a three part series. I’ll upload part two tomorrow and part three on Sunday. If you remember, Soulless and Heartless were two fics I posted very early on in my account and I decided to make some modifications and come up with a third (and final) part.

A femme fatale killer exudes an intoxicating allure, her every move a calculated seduction. With a glance, she ensnares her victims, drawing them into her web of deceit and danger. Behind her enigmatic eyes lies a deadly combination of beauty, charm, and an insatiable thirst for power and control, typically things she never got before. The description was what they’d seen before.

Cat Adams and Megan Kane being perfect examples. Women who yearned for the power that men before them had taken away. It was reclaiming what was theirs in any means necessary, even if relatively innocent men were murdered for the sake of their thirst.

A femme fatale killer leaves behind a trail of bodies, each one a meticulously planned masterpiece of seduction and demise. Her victims succumb to her intoxicating charms, unaware of the danger lurking behind her captivating façade until it's too late.

Her level of sultry charm would allow her to convince them to be tied up in either a chair or to a bed, submitting to her every move before their life was abruptly ended by a razor sharp blade slitting their throats in cold blood.

This woman had erupted from nowhere within the past three months, wreaking absolute havoc on Quantico. With six bodies under her belt, the BAU was working their hardest to prevent any more. It was like this woman was yearning for power, control. She’d use her hypersexuality to her advantage.

They suspected she’d been scouting out bars or clubs, places where she would only have to flirt and entice men to come home or to some random hotel with her. It was meticulously planned. She picked the shadiest hotels meant for the likes of prostitutes, the type of people who took cash and didn’t ask questions, not having cameras or any of the like.

Nobody could ever get a description of her, any faint recollection being that she had brunette hair and a charming smile. It could’ve been any fucking woman in Quantico, there not being anything distinctive about being a brunette with a beautiful smile.

All they knew was: her personality was a lethal concoction of allure, seduction, and calculated manipulation, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Her voice, a smoky velvet caress, carried an irresistible allure that leaves a lingering imprint on the hearts and minds of those who hear it.

The type of woman who was capable of dangerous things, maybe even being able to convince the strongest willed of men that they were well deserving of her love, her care.

The whole BAU was stumped, unsure of where to start. There was no way that they’d easily find her, so that plunged the attentive team into months and months of investigation. Even in other cases, they would always manage to fall back on the woman who was terrifying the city where they resided in when they had even a second of free time.

Garcia was doing her best to dig up the information that she needed, however with a woman who can cover her tracks, she was very careful. There was never a weapon left behind, not even single strands of hair or other DNA they could pick up on.

It was a Saturday evening whenever Spencer was being taken away from the file in his hand when he could hear a knock against his front door, only letting out a frustrated sigh due to the fact that he felt so fucking helpless. His brain normally could piece this shit together by now but whoever this woman was, she had even the greatest mind on the team stumped.

After closing the file that he’d put together himself full of his own personal research back in its spot on the shelf, he was heading over to open the door to his apartment.

He offered a warm smile seeing Y/N on the other side, holding up a bag containing some takeout along while a cup holder holding two drinks for them. “I figured you were delving into work related stuff again when you didn’t call back.” She wrinkled her nose with a smile, the woman calling at least three times while he was engrossed with the file on her. He didn’t know that quite yet, although she really did hope he wouldn’t end up figuring it out. She really did like this one, not wanting to slit his throat from the smallest interactions.

It started out as a thing where she knew she’d have to slowly attack the team personally, which she wasn’t expecting to actually fall in love with the loving, sometimes awkward genius.

“Buy a girl a drink?” Her voice, like a melodic symphony, gracefully cuts through the calm atmosphere of the bar, captivating the patron beside her with his undivided attention. “Consider it done.” The man chuckled, holding up a moment to catch the bartender’s attention when he got a moment.

He had a tall and lean physique, wearing a signature tailored suit, which accentuated his refined and intellectual demeanor. His light brown hair was styled in a tousled manner, his curly hair falling to his shoulders yet still brushed back from out of his face. His expressive hazel eyes conveyed both a hint of brilliance and deep empathy, catching the essence of his good natured soul.

His voice could’ve been described as a soft-spoken and articulate tone, often filled with a hint of curiosity and genuine enthusiasm. His voice carries a unique blend of intelligence, empathy, and a touch of vulnerability, drawing anyone who listens to him in. He was a man who could get anyone’s attention. “What’re you drinking?” He asked, his eyebrow raising as he offered a slight smile.

“A cherry vodka sour.” Y/N answered, her chin resting against the palm of her hand as she was mesmerized by Spencer’s captivating features. He had hair that she wouldn’t mind pulling by roughly while she was focused on getting herself off, her hips rocking back and forth on top of him in an effort to get herself off and worry about him later, eyes that she could already see being glossed over with tears from begging for his own release that she wouldn’t grant until she was damn good and ready.

Once her drink was brought out to her, the woman was letting her fingertips slowly trace over the rim of the glass, her gaze still laser focused. “You got a name, stranger?” She asked, reaching in her drink for the cherry that had been dropped in. “You don’t look like the type who has to sit alone at a bar at the end of the night.” She began, her tone dropping to a more flirty one. “I’d think you have a wife you need to get home to, ready to greet you at the door.” She continued on, her eyes fixed on the luscious red cherry resting atop its stem. She brought the fruit to her lips, parting them ever so slightly. She captured the cherry between her teeth, savoring the tartness that exploded upon her tongue.

At this point, her gaze was locked with the man beside her as she pulled the stem from the cherry with a tantalizing slowness, her lips glistening with a hint of juice. As the fruit disappeared into her mouth, her tongue danced, relishing in the flavor. With each sensuous bite, her movements became a seductive display of pleasure. As she noticed those beautiful hazel irises disappearing because of blown out pupils, she knew she had him reeled in.

“Sp-Spencer Reid.” The man’s voice stuttered, leaning against the bar while his gaze was fixated on the captivating and down right sinful looking woman beside him. “And no, no wife at home.” He chuckled at the thought. After Maeve, he didn’t see himself settling down if he were honest. Max was someone who he was seeing for a while, although things just didn’t seem to work out between them. Dating a man who had a non-stop busy life was hard, he recognised that. He didn’t blame her when she let him down gently.

“That’s too bad.” Y/N tutted, her tongue collecting the cherry juice that was shining on her lips. “A man like you deserves to have a lady to take care of him.” She was now slowly moving to the edge of the bar stool in an effort to get closer. To her joy, Spencer didn’t even move the more she got closer. “Maybe I can show you just how you deserve to be treated, wouldn’t you like that, Spencer?” She had a glint of mischief in her eyes, her hand coming out to rest on his upper arm.

The mere touch sent electricity through Spencer’s whole body, falling right into the potential trap of a murderous woman who he was hunting, who he had long forgotten about as the conversation with Y/N began. She was captivating, a succubus who was slowly luring him in with her intoxicating charm, already starting an addiction that Spencer feared he wouldn’t be able to get over, knowing that once he’d gotten even the smallest taste of the mischievous and beautiful creature beside him, he’d be a goner.

The night went on from there, the woman straying far from her usual routine and ending up at Spencer’s apartment instead, where the two spent all night having delicious, toe curling sex that was enough to make the woman want to marry him and give him everything he ever needed right on the spot. It was late, nearing four in the morning and five orgasms later when the two were finally collapsing on the king sized bed, ending up with Spencer grabbing her by the waist and pulling her frame up against his, the male whispering about how he wanted her to stay overnight with him and allow him to hold her, rather than throwing her out or calling a cab.

That led to an obsession. An obsession that had taken over Y/N’s life. She continued to kill in brutal ways but then she’d go over to her boyfriend’s place and spend the rest of the night with him afterwards. That was always the thing she needed after a killing. Her boyfriend. She knew that the plan of destroying the behavioral analysis unit had been foiled, due to the sheer fact that Spencer loved all of them like family. Last thing she’d ever do was take his family from him.

“How is the case going?” Y/N asked as she had already gotten their food distributed on their own plates, however she knew there would be a point where Spencer or herself would swipe something from each other’s plates. “It’s exhausting.” Spencer answered honestly. He was frustrated, angry. This should’ve been something he’d have figured out by now, there could be another body or two discovered by the end of the week and he wouldn’t have any idea where to look.

“I’m sorry, baby..” Her eyebrows furrowed as her hand was reaching over the table to take his much larger one in her hand, giving it a loving squeeze. “You’re gonna drive yourself crazy thinking about it. Why don’t you take the night off?” She asked, knowing that Spencer had his own obsession with solving the puzzle. He was forcing the pieces together, so it was no shock he hadn’t had any leads yet. “I can’t take a night off, Y/N. This bitch isn’t gonna take a night off.”

Ouch.

“I can understand that but losing your mind isn’t gonna help anyone.. It’s okay to step back from a case.” Y/N argued, a frown washing over her previously calm features. “Just trust me, okay?” She spoke, a soft smile on her face while she was walking around the table, sitting herself in her boyfriend’s lap. He was tense, presumably from every ounce of stress that was winding him up. Grabbing his fork from the table, she was getting a forkful of rice before holding it up to his mouth, just contently feeding Spencer while he was still overly wound. “I’ll make you feel much better. Promise.”

She knew she was the reason he was getting too lost in his job, sometimes neglecting food and sleep just to try and get answers. She’d have to take a break from all of this, just so she could take care of Spencer and bring his stress levels down. She’d pick back up whenever he wasn’t at a near stroke level of stress.

Dinner went by quite smoothly, the woman lovingly shushing her boyfriend when he’d try and bring up his frustrations with the case, just calmly cutting him off so she could talk about lighter topics. She asked about Henry and Michael, watching that frown on Spencer’s face falter while he was happy to talk about both of his godsons, who Y/N hadn’t met just yet. It was still a little too early on, she thought so anyway. There was a lot that came with meeting the team. She wasn’t afraid of being found out, mainly because she had Spencer infatuated with her, it wouldn’t be hard to get the rest of the team to adore her. JJ would be easy, so would Penelope, Luke and David. The trickiest one would more than likely be Emily from what she had heard about her.

As Y/N focused on washing a few dishes and silverware used with dinner, she was sending Spencer off to the couch, giving him strict instructions to relax and to leave the damn file alone. However, she shouldn’t have been surprised the moment that she exited the kitchen to see the file open, Spencer leaning back on the couch with his legs spread as he was trying to get comfortable. With a shake of her head, Y/N was heading over to the couch.

“What did I say?” Her voice was sweet, though the way she took the papers from his hand was purely out of frustration, practically snatching them. “Baby. You need to take a step back.” She sighed while moving to climb in her boyfriend’s lap again, a soft smile on her face while she could see just how tired he was the closer she got. Her hands were slowly resting against his cheeks, thumbs caressing over his cheekbones in an effort to relax him. “You’re worrying me..” She whispered, worry laced in her voice. “I don’t want you to lose your sanity over this.” She expressed her concerns like she’d done about two million times in the past, moving to lay her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder as she was holding him. The good news was, he seemed to let his body relax while he was being squeezed by the loving embrace of Y/N.

Things would be okay. He’d be okay and she’d be okay.

There were a few moments of comfortable silence, until the sound of Spencer’s phone was taking them out of tranquility. Now Y/N knew this meant that Spencer would more than likely be pulled away on a case, so she braced herself. At least she knew that she didn’t do anything this time, so it wouldn’t be about the bitch Spencer mentioned earlier.

Her gaze was fixated on his face, reading his every emotion as her tired boyfriend was picking up the phone. “Yeah, Emily?” He asked, his lips in a thin line at first. Y/N was pressing a sweet kiss over them with a reassuring smile, her hands rubbing over his chest. However, all of her hopes of it being a normal call were wiped away whenever she noticed Spencer’s face contort into one of agitation, anger. “Are you serious? Okay, okay. Yeah I’m on my way. I may bring someone with me because if it’s who we think it is, there’s gonna be trouble. I can’t risk anything.”

As soon as the phone was hung up, Y/N was looking at him in curiosity, her eyebrows raising as she waited for an explanation of why she had to go with him to the office. “The killer struck again, this time close to my apartment.”

What the actual fuck?

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jennifer jareau x black!femme!reader

includes derek and savannah morgan, emily prentiss, luke alvez, tara lewis, emily prentiss, matt simmons, penelope garcia and spencer reid. no mentions of rossi or the others. mentions will.

After two years of dating JJ, mostly behind closed doors, you finally meet JJ's friends.

Basic fluff

Unspecified age gap, but reader is an adult. Reader is related to Savannah. Mentions of divorce. Mentions of coming out. Nondescript mentions of sexual conduct. Mentions of drunkenness. Hints at past-Jemily. No use of Y/N.

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not really sure how i feel about this. sorry. it's not my favorite thing, and can't say im super proud of it tbh. but, it kind of helped my rut.

JJ found herself tinkering with the watch on her wrist. Tonight was going to be an important night. You were finally meeting the team. It had been on the books for weeks, and it had taken months for you to have been able to mention it with her eyes nearing jumping out of their sockets. They were her family, after all. And, you? You were special. She wasn't sure what she was worried most about, them not liking you or you not liking them.

She sighs, pushing herself off the frame of the front door. You should have been out of the bathroom right now.

"Are you almost ready?"

You dropped your arms, just enough that the mascara in your hands is no longer close to your eye. She's called out to you, not even five minutes ago. Three minutes was generous, even. It was starting to get a bit, frustrating.

"Jennifer!" You call back with nothing else to really say after. You just want her to hear in your tone how tired you are of her asking. After a moment, you hear footsteps, and you huff. She steps into the bathroom, and you look up in the mirror. She's ready, and she looks good. Casual enough, jeans and teeshirt. Her make up was minimal, but she looked gorgeous, as usual. You speak up before she does, "Baby, stop bugging me. I'm getting ready, okay? We finna go to a bar, not a dinner reservation. Can you just stop rushing me?"

JJ ignores the question, zeroing in on your middle statement. "Exactly, we are going to a bar to meet them. So, what's all this? You don't have to go all out for them."

"You should know better than to think I'm getting gussied up for anyone but me." You retort, finishing up your mascara.

"You look beautiful, already," she sighs, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, "Can't you just, wrap it up? Your makeup looks about done."

You twist the cap back on your mascara and look up at her with a smile as you know what you're about to say is not going to be music to her ears. "My makeup is done. Now, I have to do my hair."

JJ groans, turning her body away from you. Her back, now, flat against the frame, she leans back against it. Eyes closed with a deep exhale, she slides down a wall. You have the most beautiful, artful head of hair ever. And, damn, if you didn't do a damn good job about making it into any masterpiece you wanted. But, God, did it take forever. She texts her team that you guys are going to be a little late, tells that they she would like them to meet you while they are at least mostly sober.

Emily reads JJ's text and sighs. She slides her phone into her back pocket, annoucing, "Beers only, for now, guys. They're going to be here a little late, and JJ wants us to be fairly sober when they get here."

Matt takes a swig of his bottle, "Did she say how long they were gonna be?"

"Uh, no, but she said her girlfriend was doing her hair," Emily answers, shrugging, "So, it shouldn't be too much longer." Derek and Savannah exchange looks before laughing. Seeing as Savannah had introduced JJ to you, she and Derek were the only ones who knew anything about you. Including how you looked, and more particularly, knew it would take a bit of time for you to do your hair. Emily squinted, as did the rest of the team, "What's so funny?"

Savannah amused, shakes her head while Derek answers through his laughter, "Nothing, I'm just saying that, if JJ wants us to be sober when they show up then we should switch to water."

The team talks amongst themselves, enjoying their night out. The first night out in a while, that they've gotten to enjoy Derek and Savannah's company. So, they make the most of it, while they wait. In fact, they were having such a good time, they had completely lost track of how long they had been waiting. The filled their drinking gap alternating between beers and water, and occassionally, ordering a round of shots. Then, the door opens, and Penelope gasps about someone so gorgeous she felt blinded. The team follows her line of sight, set directly on the door. As Savannah jumps up excitedly and moves around Derek to approach you, JJ walks in right behind you, after having just held the door for you. You grab her hand the moment she's close enough.

"Damn," Luke exhales, "JJ's girlfriend is.." He trails off, catching himself before he finds himself on the recieving end of pointed looks and the back Garcia's hand smacking his chest.

Maybe it's because he cut himself off, maybe it's because everyone's too busy staring with their jaws knocking between their ankles but neither reactions come. Instead, they just hum along while Emily lets out a quiet, "Tell me about it."

Derek laughs, "Pick your jaws up off the floor before they get here and JJ catches your eyes."

Matt is the first pull his eyes away and thus, respond. "Aw, c'mon, JJ doesn't really strike me as the possessive type."

Emily, getting flashbacks from years ago, tears her eyes away from the couple, getting this far away look in her eye as she murmurs, "Oh, yes, she is."

Matt, Luke and Tara give her a curious look as Reid, Derek and Garcia exchange looks because they know where Emily's mind went. Before Emily went to London, things between the two of them, made team nights out really uncomfortable sometimes. Even moreso, when Will was with them, confused as they were. How JJ didn't realize she was gay until two years ago will forever be something that confuses them. When they get closer, they stand in anticipation to greet the stunning couple. When they are within earshot, the group clammers over the sound of each other's voices to greet JJ, who's arm is tight on your waist because Luke still has that glazed over look in his eye when he looks at you. Dumbstruck and in love, and your body is going to pay the cost of that later.

"I'm sorry we're late," JJ says, after greeting her team back.

You smile, "It takes work to be this pretty."

"No, it doesn't," JJ argues, "You're always that beautiful."

Penelope squeals, "You guys are so cute." She locks eyes on you, pointing, "You, you are gorgeous."

You laugh, extending your hand to her, "You must be Garcia," and when she excitedly confirms, shaking your hand with a vigor you should have been expecting but was still surprised by, you introduce yourself to her. Letting go of her hand, Emily introduces herself to you and you make your way around the group. Before getting around to Derek and hugging him instead of shaking his hand.

"Oh, so you know two know each other?" Emily asks.

JJ's eyes sparkle as she bites back a laugh, looking at Derek and Savannah both, "You guys didn't tell them?"

Reid squints, "What was he supposed to tell us?"

"You were being so secretive about your relationship, I didn't say a thing." He answers.

You answer Reid, "They," pointing to Derek and Savannah, "introduced us."

"Wait," Tara asks, motioning between you and Derek and Savannah, "So, how is it that you know each other."

JJ immediately goes cherry red as you look at her, seeing if she would be willing to answer since she brought it up, and all. You laugh. She's still mildly embarrassed, certainly not ashamed, but it's still a fact that flusters her.

"She," you start, pointing to Savannah, "is my Aunt." Derek laughs as jaws drop and JJ's eyes become wide and glued to the floor. Luke and Tara start making cradle robbing jokes at JJ's expense, and you didn't think it was possible for her to become more red, but she did. You defend her, "To be fair, it took me six months of relentlessness for her to see me as the adult woman that I am, so please, hop up off my woman." And, you laugh, but you're kind of serious. You've never loved age gap jokes from the outside, and you weren't comfortable enough yet with JJ's friends for you to find them funny.

Savannah slides back into the conversation, "Okay, also, to be fair, I became an aunt rather early in life. So."

Now, they're dying to know how you two met, exactly. Which makes JJ's blush deepen because she does remember the first time she saw you. You think those six months of your effort was because she didn't see you as a woman, but it was really more because she was trying not to see you as a woman. The moment she saw you, she isn't going to say she fell in love with you, but she definitely imagined herself fucking you. In so many ways, so many positions. She imagined the way your moans and whimpers would sound in her ear, imagined how your sweat and arousal would taste on her tongue.

She had only recently truly realized she liked women; it's why she and Will separated, why he went back to New Orleans, and she hadn't even verbalized her newfound self discovery outloud to herself, much less to anyone else.

Furthermore, she had been leaning heavily on Derek and Savannah during this difficult time, as he and Savannah were helping her out with the boys. So, the very last thing she needed to be doing so imagining all the ways she could possibly having their niece screaming her name, but that's what she was doing. And, your sizing her up and giving her those flirtatious glances did her zero favors. Then, you started giving her more than suggestive glances, and she thought the devil sent you to her. So, not wanting to complicate her friendship with the Morgans, she did her best to keep a respective distance, but you made it so hard every single time she saw you. Because you'd openly wanted her just about as much as she wanted you in her mind.

Eventually, the two of you found yourself to be alone, and JJ did her best, but the chemistry was electric. After six months of trying to do the right thing, she had ended up absolutely railing you in your bedroom. And, you were caught as soon as Derek and Savannah came back home with the kids. So, as JJ blushed and blushed and avoided every eye in the room as you weren't shy about it at all, though, thankfully, you did spare them all the sweetest details.

"A go getter," Matt nodded, thinking back to when he met Kristy, lifting his beer to tip at you, "I respect it."

Emily's mind did some quick math, "Wait, is she the reason you came out?"

"Well," JJ looked at you with that lovesick twinkle in her eyes, "She certainly helped."

"I wasn't sure you would ever come out," Reid chimes in. And, everyone mutters their agreeance. If what Emily, Derek and Penelope are doing can be considered muttering.

"Aye," you speak, defensively. JJ looks slightly offended, and slightly is enough for you to say something, "Some journeys are longer and harder than others. She came out when she was ready."

"Protective, too," Tara notes, looking at JJ, "I like her." And, she's not the only one to say so.

The conversation shifts as they pry to get to know you. Penelope fires a million questions at you, and she's pushy about you answering. Apparently, she had tried to look you up, but you aren't active enough on your socials to give her much insight. She was firing questions at you a mile a minute, and you were just as honest as you needed to be. You were losing track of how many questions you'd answered in this, and sensing your tiredness, JJ slides in to your rescue.

"Penelope," She cuts her off mid question, "This isn't going to be the only time you see her," She gives that smile, the one does when things are tense. Or, when she's nervous. Or, when she's forcing herself to be polite, "Leave some mystery to her."

"Right, right," Penelope concedes, "I'm sorry. I've just waited so long to meet you, and now that I'm meeting you my excitement has not wound down because you're so stunning, and you two are stunning together, and JJ has been so happy. I've never seen JJ this happy, not ever since I've known her, and I didn't even realize she wasn't quite happy until I've seen her truly happy, and seeing her happy just makes me so happy," she leans forward, takes one of your hands in both of hers, "I am so happy that you make her so happy. Thank you for making her so happy."

Your eyes soften as her ramble comes to an end, and when you look at JJ, she's give you that puppy eyed look she only seems to fix on you. You steal a small kiss from her, and Reid averts his eyes out of respect while the rest of the table coos at the two of you like children do.

It makes you keep the kiss short. JJ rolls her eyes when she pulls away and looks back at them, but even so, there's a fondess to the action. She switches the conversation, though. Takes it to something more casual and pulls the focus away from you and y'all's relationship. Things amongst the group settle easy then. You guys have plenty of drinks and you have so much more fun than you expected. You didn't expect things to go badly, but you honestly hadn't expected to mesh with everyone so well.

By the end of the night, the only person good enough to drive is Derek, and you all find yourselves cramming up in his SUV, heading back to his place for an impromptu, drunken sleepover. With the exception of Matt, who has Kristy come and pick him up. When you back to yours and your Aunt Savannah's house, you give Reid, Tara, Luke and Penelope some blankets for them to set themselves up and pass out in the living room while you and JJ go curl up in each other's arms in your room.

"Your friends are nice," you murmur against her neck, drifting off to sleep in her arms.

JJ -- both too tired and too drunk to revel in the newly formed bond between her favorite people -- simply falls asleep right after you with a faint smile on her lips.

[hyperfixationstati0n]

hiii i love your works! can i request spencer x bau!reader who drags spencer to the eras tour but they get called into a case and show up to work in like crazy outfits and get teased by the team??

i LOVED writing this request. The picture above is what i envisioned when describing the outfits :) (also to whoever requested this thank you so much i love love love you!! if you have any requests send them my way!!!!!)

Pairing: Spencer x Bau!kinda femme!reader

Content warnings: None really :)

Word count: 667

Tonight was the night! You were buzzing in your seat, staring up at the stage. Your incredible boyfriend had not only gotten you tickets to the Eras tour, but also managed to get floor seats. You were holding his hand, feeling as though at any moment you would explode from sheer excitement. You look down at your outfit, a jeweled corset top and a black sequin pencil skirt. You actually find yourself at a similar height to him in your black thigh-high boots. Spencer was in an outfit you had personally orchestrated for him-a pastel pink and blue shirt (in honor of his favorite album, Lover), jeans, and his usual converse. You did also convince him to have a matching, very sparkly, 13 on his hand. Just then, the stage lights up. You both jump up in your seats. Over the years you had been dating, you managed to turn him into a certified Swiftie. 

Normally, you were pretty shy. Outside of talking to victims or families on cases, you weren’t very social and tended to stay pretty quiet. But at that moment, you didn’t care how ridiculous you looked. You were seeing your all time favorite artist, with the man you loved, surrounded by thousands of other people who were just like you. You sang your heart out, even getting Spencer to dance with you during a few of the songs. It all came to a crash during ‘Style’-which really should have been a magical moment, considering it was both you and Spencer's favorite song. You have your phone out, recording the song, screaming your heart out-when you see it. A message from Hotch. Telling you that you have a case, and to get to the office immediately. Your heart drops, as well as your phone. You bend down to pick it up as Spencer registers what this really means. You look at him, completely heartbroken. He pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m so sorry” He says, having to yell over the sound of hearing your favorite song-your song-live.

You nod and try to find a way out of the crowd.

“They fucking owe me.” You tell back, grabbing his hand and making your way out of the stadium, out of what was shaping to be the best night of your life, and out to your car.

It’s not until you actually make it into the briefing room that you realize that you both look absolutely ridiculous. Not only because of your outfits-but you were both decently dissheveled from fighting your way out of the crowd. You both stand there like a deer in headlights as the whole team turns their heads. Morgan is the first one to start laughing, both you and Spencer sheepishly taking your seats. Penelope registers why you’re wearing what you’re wearing first, and her heart seems to break for you.

“Nice shirt Reid.” JJ says with a chuckle.

“Oh my goodness…you guys were at the Eras Tour?!” She exclaims, her arms dropping. 

You both nod, as the information sinks in, everyone now less confused about what you were wearing.

Everyone seems very amused, but you were still pissed at the fact that you were plucked out of the concert a little before halfway through. You stare down Hotch, even he was smiling.

“You owe me. I didn’t even get to hear ‘Shake It Off’” You say, trying to seem annoyed, but truthfully you couldn’t keep a straight face with everyone laughing. The situation was too ridiculous, even Spencer couldn’t contain his laughter, as embarrassed as he was.

“If we wrap up this case quick enough, I’ll try to replace your tickets.” Rossi says, chuckling. “I’ll have you ‘Shaking it off’ in no time.”

You all burst into laughter before Hotch speaks over the room.

“Let’s get to work everyone-and you two, change before we leave.” You both gave him a thumbs up, leaning back in your seat to be briefed on the latest case. 

[celeryb1tch]

hi, i’m molly!!!

i’m 20, a femme lesbian, and a cancer!

i am mostly here to gush over mascs/butches but i write abt fictional mascs/butches sometimes too!

i’m a history student and writing is a hobby i’ve had since i was like 12! this is a fun outlet for me that isn’t writing papers, so i don’t take it too seriously!

masterlist!

TLOU - abby anderson!

pervert abby x innocent reader: click here!

abby & little lacy panties thought: click here!

TLOU - abby & ellie!

cruel summer: click here!

abby vs. ellie blurb: click here!

CM - spencer reid!

how you and spencer meet: click here!

spencer x uni/college student gf: click here!

[halamet-chalamet]

hey there lovely! i wanted to try out the spencer reid x reader headcanons, even though i feel like we're both quite the opposite (preferably with earlier seasons reid cuz i'm only in my early 20's!! thank u♡)

i'm an ambivert; i seem a bit cold and closed-off around new people, but once they've taken the time to get to know me more i become outgoing and i would often crack jokes

i love summertime! going to the beach and amusement parks are my favourite things to do, i'm an adrenaline junkie when it comes to rollercoaster. and i still run to an ice cream truck whenever i hear that jingle

my love languages are gift giving and words of affirmation!! i love receiving and giving hand written letters, but i'm not too big on physical touch unless i'm REALLY comfortable with the other person. i also love listening to others ramble even if it's about a topic i don't understand well. i'm easily influenced to pick up a new interest or hobby as long as it's with someone close to me.

i love music!! i play the guitar and i love singing as well. i'll listen to anything from metal, grunge, indie rock to pop, r&b and hip-hop/rap.

i've recently picked up on new hobbies such as, embroidery, scrapbooking/journaling, and reading. i've mostly read horror and thriller since it is one of my fave genres!! i'm into spooky/creepy things, and halloween is my favourite holiday cuz i love to dress up and shamelessly eat candy. i'm also spiritual, i've been practicing tarot, and i'm very drawn to the moon as well as cats!! i wish to adopt 2 someday :')

i also collect stickers, perfumes, crystals, and lots of hello kitty stuff. i love anything pink and hyper feminine but i also adore alternative fashion, i never limit myself to just 1 style. i love thrifting and diy-ing my clothes whenever i can!!

i have red dyed hair, dark brown eyes, 5ft tall, and i have a tiny heart tattoo on my shoulder. i've been doing my own "tattoos" lately, but i limit myself to only poking faux beauty spots on my body before i do actual designs.

Sorry I was kinda dead the past few days :)) I’m back!!

Okay sis! Early seasons Reid is coming your way!

Your ambivert personality is perfect for Spencer!

If he need less you can be less if he needs more you can do that too! (In regards to social situations)

Pshhh when he gets feeling real cheesy he calls you the summer to his winter brooo

Once he gets over how many germs are shared at amusement parks through the railing, the seats, the line, etc he loves to go with you

We all know Spencer loves a good adrenaline rush (hence his job)

Loves to go to the beach with you but alllllways overpacks and gets scared if he goes too far in the water

Just imagine you hearing the ice cream truck and dragging Spencer out with you so he awkwardly runs behind you

And him being all giggly and happy eating his ice cream 😭

Please introduce him to new music my dude he needs to broaden his horizons a LOT and your eclectic taste will do that!!

Gets sooo excited that you don’t get weirded out by horror stuff

He shares his books with you (of the thriller genre)

And definitely asks to do a matching costume!

Spencer picks up on things really easy

So he’ll watch you and your hobbies and learn to do them with you!!

I imagine him loving your hyper femme side

It kinda reminds him of Garcia

I could see you two being friends which makes Spence SO happy

He traces your “tattoos” and thinks they look adorable

It’s a quirk of yours he’ll never get over

And suggests you get the really pretty ones permanent <33

Okay okay okay I’m so sorry this took so long school has been crazy!! But it’s here I hope you enjoy it!! Love you all byeeee 💖💖

[halcyonsdream]

Awkward Covers

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader gets hit on and Spencer gets Jealous.

Warnings: None.

Clubs were never really my thing. I mean sure, I could put on a good air. Make it really seem like I owned the room. But the long and short of it was that I didn’t really get it.  I didn’t get what made people really feel so uninhibited in clubs with tons of strangers they expected nothing more than one night stands from. Then again, I didn’t really get people. 

Except for my team of course. 

I had only joined them a couple months ago, but we all took to each other quickly. A found family at it’s best. Something about me was endearing to them. I found myself compared most often to the local team genius, Doctor Spencer Reid. I couldn’t tell them how much of a compliment it really was. I admired him for all he did, so accomplished at the same age as me. All I had to my name was a master’s in music. 

Usually I tucked it down behind whatever my current hyperfixation was or whatever the most recent case is. This vague feeling of just not being good enough. I didn’t really understand it. Or why I seemed to want to hover by him. 

Regardless, right now I found myself at the bar, ordering myself a cocktail. Right until I felt a palm brush across my lower back. A feeling I shied at. Never one for physical contact. Glancing up I was met with a man.  A stranger. 

I mean. I won’t lie and say he was unattractive. By modern standard he very much was so. Just, not exactly my type. I cocked a brow at him. Lips pursed. “Can I help you?” 

He chuckled, a sort of low rolling, smoky sound. “Actually miss. Can I help you? “ He nodded at the counter. “Next round’s on me.” 

I shrugged, “I’ve got it.” I  lifted one hand, waving my gold card. “Gotta love the government, ah?”

He let out a whistle, “A government woman huh? What, are you like a femme fatale?” His eyes traced down my body, “I mean with a killer body like that, you probably don’t need much in the way of weapons.”

I gave a laugh, “Tch. FBI. I mean, I’ve got plenty in the way of training. Meaning I could down you like it was nothing if I really wanted to.  But I’m not exactly a femme fatale.” 

His hands grabbed my sides and I wrinkled my nose, “ Ooo. I like me a girl with a little spice.”

My eyes flicked up to his, and after a moment of deliberation, I grabbed him by the tie, pulling the knot tight against his throat. A smirk painted on my lips. “Well. How’s this for spice, sweetheart.” I leaned close, “Maybe take a hint next time?” I let go, “And maybe rework your approach. Think more with the head on your shoulders instead of between your legs. Most girls like that better.” 

With that, I winked, picked up my drink. And turned to head back towards the others, while he stood there, lost and retucking his tie. However, I could feel another set of eyes on me. There by the others, Spencer stared across the room at me. His brow knitted. Lips pinched in a thin line. Gaze flicking back and forth between me and the man at the bar. 

I offered a casual wave and a smile. Only for him to jump, wide eyed, and whip away. Strange but. When wasn’t he? It  was one of his more loveable qualities. It made him unique at the end of the day. 

I settled back into my seat with greetings from the others, legs crossed. Spencer only offered me a thin smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Eyes that only avoided mine. Gaze turned off, searching the dance floor. Following it I could see he was tracking ‘Mister Handsome’. 

“Doctor?”

He jumped again, head snapping towards me only to immediately look away again. Trying to distract himself more with the décor.

“Everything okay?”

He nodded quickly, “Mhm! Yeah! Just.” He chuckled, the sound almost chittery between his teeth. “It’s very loud. And very bright.”

My own brow knitted now. “I get that.”

Morgan cut in, “Hey pretty boy. If you need a break, go ahead and take it.” 

“I think I just need some water.” He replied, standing. “I’ll be right back!”

“Alright! Take care of yourself.” 

With that, he vanished into the ground. Five turned to ten. Ten turned to twenty. And a vague sort of concern settled into the team. I was the first one to act though. Standing and pointing off in the direction he had disappeared in. “Water.” 

They nodded back at me, understanding. 

It took some work to push through the crowd. I didn’t have the advantages of height Spencer had. Eventually though. I made it to my destination. 

There by the water cooler Spencer stood back against the way. Head leaned back into the cool brick. This corner of the club a little quieter, a little less busy. An empty cup hung from his fingers.

“Spencer?”

He jerked upright with enough force he almost threw himself off balance, something between a grunt and a yelp escaping his throat. “H-Hey! Hey! Hi! Sorry. I uh. Hey.” 

I chuckled, “Well that was a noise. You okay?” 

“I uh. Yeah. I just. I um. I….” He trailed off, eyes flicking back off to the dance floor. Once again picking out the flirt. His shoulders sagged slightly. Lip just barely ticking back.

 I galnced between his focus and back. Frowning. “Does…Does he bother you?” 

He choked on his own tugged, coughing. Gaze snapping to the floor. “I…” He sighed. And suddenly. He was staring down at me. Gold flecked eyes softening. He hugged his arms against himself. “I um.” He studied me, adam’s apple bobbing against a hard swallow.  “I just. I um..” He sighed again. “I….didn’t like the way he looked at you.” 

I gave a playful scoff, “I didn’t like the way he looked at me!”

“No! I mean I- It’s different.  I didn’t like the way he looked at you. I- It’s- It’s different. I-” He balled up slightly, hands raising  before slamming down against his thighs. He sagged again. “ But I- I don’t have any right to feel like that? You don’t belong to me. You don’t belong to anyone. You’re your own person. You get to do what you want. I mean, He wasn't good. Clearly.  But still- I don’t have a right to get- to get-”

 “To get jealous?”

He tucked back into himself. Eyes screwed shut. Features pulled. And I could only stare. 

“I-I’m sorry. It’s against the rules and it’s unprofessional. And. I….I value our friendship more than anything. And I know I’m not exactly the guy most girls go for. I just- You are- You’re so kind and so smart. I know you don’t think you are. But I mean. You speak sixteen languages! Every single one sounds..beautiful when you speak it. And you’re strong. I’ve seen you handle alot and just, keep going.  And that excited look you get every time I give you a new book. I just-”

“....Spencer…”

“I….I’m sorry.” 

I shook my head. “No no no. Spencer. I- You-” I gave a laugh that came as little more than a huff. “I um. My um. Me feeling like I’m not smart enough. I felt like. I- You’re attractive.  And you’ve got seven degrees to your name. Three of which are doctorates. You’ve done so much more than I have even though were both only twenty eight. I thought you’d like someone more like you.” 

“You don’t have to be like me. I like you for you.  I don’t care about degrees.” He paused for a moment, before realization seemed to click in his mind. Eyes widening. He refocused on me. Jaw dropped. 

I offered a sheepish smile and a shrug. “What can I say doctor..”

He hesitated before shoving himself away from the wall, one hand braced on my neck, fingers tangled in the back of my hair. Lips locked with mine in an instant. Only to break away seconds later when he grinned. Thumbs stroking my cheeks.  “You’re beautiful.”  

“And I guess I’m yours.” 

[letterstotheflre]

❧ morozovastarless's recs

hi!! i recently hit 500 followers, so i thought i would make a masterpost of fics that are my absolute faves and every now and then come back to the front of my mind. please make sure to read everything these amazing people wrote, i just couldn't possibly link everything!!

CHARACTERS: sirius black, remus lupin, james potter, fred weasley, the darkling, spencer reid, billy russo, bucky barnes, lip gallagher, logan delos

note: some of these can be found in my my favourites tag, but others i read before i started writing and stopped being scared of reblogging fics so that's why some of these won't show up in the tag.

marauders

it's time to go part 2 (remus lupin x oc) by @lupinbrekker

i read this on ao3 before coming back to tumblr. i love the trope of someone being in an arranged marriage but being in love with another person. there is an x reader version if you prefer

i can take you there but baby you won't make it back (sirius black x reader) by @wonderfilworld

oh... oh this one has a special place in my heart. i loved the dynamic between sirius and the reader. i'm not usually one for friends to lovers, but this one is amazing. it makes my heart burst just thinking about it.

i've had no love like your love (wolfstar x reader) by @wonderfilworld

another amazing one. i love when in situations like this sirius is always the one in control, and there are tiny details that show the domesticity of their relationship and it makes it x1000 better.

illicit affairs (dad's best friend!sirius black x reader) by @artisancowbells — series

ooo this one is one of the first fics i read after coming back to tumblr and getting back into the marauders fandom. it starts amazing and then you want to drown in tears because apparently you can never have a happy ending with sirius black. 10/10

august |pt 1| |pt2| (sirius black x reader) by @j-amespotter

literally her whole masterlist is a whole masterpiece. but this one is the one my brain always comes back to.

bound to be spilled (sirius black x reader) by @kaetastic

i really wish there was a part 2 of this or we could see a bit more of their relationship because i love the concept. when i read it i remember i actually felt like i was in a place that had the same vibes as grimmauld place.

breakfast of champions (james potter x reader) by @gxtitobxby

this is also one of the first fics i read when i came back to tumblr. it's perfect, i always think about this one. i have nothing else to say because it's that good.

training session (sirius black x reader) by @gxtitobxby

sirius black just use me please. i love how in control sirius is... just sirius black brain rot.

just another horror movie (james potter x reader) by @prfctethereal —series

i love this concept so much. i read it one night at like 2am and i actually got a bit scared. for a second i thought james was the killer, but i was wrong. very excited to see what comes next.

miscellaneous

ours is not the reason why (billy russo x reader) by @becauseicantthinkwritings —series

aaa this one is amazing. the paint splotches in her legs when she wears skirts?? i loved that. also a sucker for bodyguard au's

too far gone (billy russo x reader) by @daylilysirius

oh this one hurt so bad. god i wish they could be happy.

still fighting it (billy russo x reader) by @luckysstrikes — series

it’s old and not finished, but i read this 3 times. my weakness is the characters having kids, i don’t know why i love it so much i just do okay

the femme fatale (spencer reid x reader) by @directorstarc

oh this one is out of this world. the banter and intellectual back and forth (did i word that right?? idk), and the reader is so smart i love her

born to die (fred weasley x reader) by @doctcr-reid

this type of relationships is so interesting to read, i love it so much.

exile (the darkling x reader) by @inknopewetrust — series

oh this one is one of the best things i've ever read. i love their relationship and the fact that the reader wants the same as the darkling. it's so tiring always seeing the reader leave him because he is the Big Bad, it was one of the first times i saw the reader be on aleksander's side.

imagine being loved by me (the darkling x reader) by @gotkindabored

i literally read this yesterday but it’s one of my ultimate faves. it’s so so well written i just love it so much. the way he basically begs her to say his name and the way she tells him she loves him?! amazing

you're lip's cute little housewife and all you want is to please him (lip gallagher x reader) by @gxtitobxby

this freaky friday blurb lives in my mind rent free. i want to be his little housewife so bad

needy reader need lip to get her off on the train (ft degradation) (lip gallagher x reader) by @gxtitobxby

another freaky friday that's constantly in my mind

seeing red (bodyguard!bucky barnes x actress!reader) by @mypoisonedvine —series

i've recently started to read bucky fics and my favourite this far is this one. i love famous!reader fics, and when paired with bodyguard! au's?? i simply pass away

tiny little increments (logan delos x reader) by @breanime — series

i found this one a few weeks ago and aaa i loved it. it’s not finished but it’s so cool!! it’s inspired by shameless ;)

[demigodreading]

Meeting The Family

Summary: Another chapter of the Breaking The Distance Series! The team finally solved the case and now the are going to be able to meet Penelope’s girlfriend. (Not gonna lie.. absolutely no idea where the series is going after this. I may put it on a slight hiatus until I can get a clear picture about what I need to do. We shall see).

Warnings: Mentions of drinking 

Characters: Reader, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Tara Lewis, Derek Morgan, Savannah Hayes, Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Alex MIller (aka Alex Blake), Spencer Reid

Relationship: Penelope Garcia x Reader, Derek Morgan x Savannah Hayes, Alex Blake x Emily Prentiss 

Word Count: 1220

AO3

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It was finally the day. You were going to be meeting the rest of the team. They had returned back from their case and wanted to have a big bar outing to meet you. You had been nervous about it all day but Penelope assured you that they were all going to love you. As you stood over your suitcase figuring out what to wear your nerves started to build again. Masc or Femme? The question ran through your head a thousand times. You know that it truly didn’t matter. Penelope had seen as both and determined that you were just as sexy either way. But you wanted to make a good first impression on the team. They were her family after all. 

You settled on a black crop top with a see-through mesh that you would compliment with a deep burgundy bra. You also pulled out dark high-waisted jeans that stopped just short from the top of your burgundy vans. Since it was a little cold outside you decided to pull on your black and red plaid flannel to complete the look. Dark red lipstick was the only makeup you put on before throwing half of your hair up into a bun. You didn’t know which style you had chosen but at this point, it didn’t matter because when you looked in the mirror all you felt was happy. 

When you stepped into the living room Penelope turned on her heels, “Babe are you…”

A blush came to your cheeks as Penelope began to look you up and down, “That is…oh my… babe you are just… absolutely the most beautiful handsome woman… I love you.”

She brought her hand up to her mouth trying to catch the words that had just escaped. You merely smiled and reached for her hand, “I love you too Penelope.”

The blonde smiled as she grabbed you in for a hard kiss. When you both finally pulled away you were gasping for breath. She placed her forehead against yours letting out a long sigh, “If we weren’t going to be late I would be taking you to bed right now.”

You let out a soft whimper giving Pen another quick kiss, “We could be just a little late?”

“Oh no baby, I want our first time to be damn near magical and that requires more than fifteen minutes,” The blonde said squeezing your hand, “But I promise I will give you all the kisses in the meantime.” You took the agreement and then headed down to the taxi that Penelope had waiting for you. Your nerves started to build again the closer that you got to the bar. Penelope merely kissed your cheek and ran her thumb over the back of your hand.

When you stepped inside the bar a loud cheer erupted from the room. Your cheeks turned a bright red and you slunk slightly behind Penelope. She took your hand pulling you over to where the noise was. She introduced you to every person around the table one at a time. Spencer was the first one to comment on your outfit and the way it perfectly complimented you hair color. Derek needed no introduction and took you into a large hug before showing you to his girlfriend Savannah. She was absolutely gorgeous that was for sure but it was a sore spot in the blonde’s life because it was also the reason that Derek would be making his quick exit from the BAU. His replacement however had begun to bring a lot of joy into Penelope’s life. Tara gave you a kiss on each cheek before JJ pulled you into a breathtaking hug. Emily took you in her arms for the longest whispering a funny joke in your ear that made you immediately relax. Aaron was more soft-spoken and gave you a mere nod before Rossi gave you a glass full of red wine. 

Once all the introductions were done Penelope pulled you into a seat and leaned over to give you a quick kiss. Before she pulled away she whispered in your ear, “You are doing great Y/N. I am so proud of you.”

You smiled at this comment and began to relax as she drew small patterns on your jeans. After you took a couple of large sips of your wine you settled into an easy conversation over the appetizers everyone had ordered for the table. Once the food cleared away people began to disperse throughout the bar trying to wash away as much of the case as they could.

“You make her really happy you know,” Emily said as she slid into a chair next to you.

You smiled watching Penelope dancing with JJ and Tara their drinks high in the air, “She makes me very happy.”

“You both deserve it. Two pieces of sunshine will always find each other.”

You laughed at this comment, “I wouldn’t call myself a piece of sunshine. I would say that light always finds a way into the darkness.”

“See I was trying to explain that to my girlfriend the other day!” Emily said throwing her hands in the air, “She doesn’t believe me though.” “How is… Alex?”

A huge smile spread over Emily’s face, “Amazing. The love of my life actually. That woman can make any day better. Even on the days where she makes me talk about my feelings. Damn linguistics.”

The last comment came with an eye roll that made you laugh again, “Pen told me you aren’t really the talk about your emotion type… which is right up my alley.”

“I knew we would be friends,” Emily winked and turned towards the door, “There is the light of my life! Alexandra Miller.”

Alex smiled as she walked into the open arms of Emily. She gave her a quick kiss before Em talked again, “I didn’t expect to see you.”

“And miss out on seeing Penelope’s girl?” Alex scoffed, “Never.”

Emily drew her lips into a pout, “And what about your girl?”

“Oh baby you know I missed you too,” Alex giggled giving Emily another kiss.

When she pulled away she pulled you into a hug, “Nice to finally meet you Y/N.”

You exchanged a similar comment before you felt someone pulling on your hand. You turned to find your blonde girlfriend with a slight tipsiness to her voice, “Y/N come dance with me! I miss you.”

You giggled saying goodbye to Alex and Emily before rushing out to the dance floor. What felt like hours later you finally stepped off the dance floor to sit down with the rest of the team. Rossi hushed the group for a moment and raised a glass in the air.

“Let me be the first to say this…welcome to the family Y/N!” He said and everyone let out a loud cheer.

You smiled trying to hold back your tears as you looked at all the people who surrounded you. You had never had a family before. Your parents had died when you were young and you had bounced from foster home to foster home until you had turned eighteen. Now as you sat with Penelope’s arms wrapped around you and everyone getting you caught up to speed on inside jokes you finally felt something you never had before. Home.

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Maybe one day I will actually remember to put this the first time I post it... yeah probably not

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[fruitoftheweek]

Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 5: Matching Memories

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here / Chapter 4

Hey guys! Again sorry for the wait! Both my computer and my work schedule have been ass and every time I thought I was going to have free time, I absolutely did not. I was really looking forward to writing this chapter after all the appreciation I got from the last chapter and I am so excited to enduldge you with this 7,356 word chapter. I am also working on a fluffier oneshot that should come out in the next couple days which I am so excited to write! I hope you guys really like this chapter! Love you guys and thank you for 120 Followers!

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After the previous nights' escapades, you and Spencer decide to talk about boundaries as your team questions your budding relationship

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slapping, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), Handjob, fingering, pleading, spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aftercare, language, non-intentional self-harm (hard to explain), PDA, degradation, smut smut smut.

Word Count: 7,356

Spencer loved to match everything but his socks. You found that out the morning after your late-night escapades. You weren't sure if your alarm hadn't gone off or if you two had just slept through it but you two were running late and the plane was leaving in 40 minutes with a 30-minute drive to the airport. The actual thing that had woken you up was Morgan banging on the door, notifying you that he had dropped off Spencers go-bag.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" he shouted as he bumped his elbow on the table, hurriedly trying to get his socks on. You peeked around the door frame of the bathroom, checking on him to make sure he was ok as you shoved your toiletries into your bag. You watched, curiously as he stopped what he was doing and purposefully banged his other elbow on the same table. You made a mental note to ask him about it later, but right now, you had to go.

Along the way, you had noticed small habits that Spencer had to keep himself "matching." Once you saw it once, you couldn't help noticing it. How he brushed his teeth the same number of times on each side of his mouth. How he had to eat at least two peanuts at a time so that he could match the chewing on either side of his mouth. These were all harmless, but you worried when he bumped his right temple on the window of the cab as it went over a pothole, and you watched as he proceeded to turn his head and bump the other side. Most of the morning had been held in comfortable silence as you reveled in the afterglow of the previous night. So when you silently reached up to his head and brought it down to your shoulder, Spencer didn't mind. You made sure to gently rub his temple to apply even pressure to make sure his sides matched, a caring gesture that did not go unnoticed.

Luckily you two had made it to the jet on time, only catching a couple of questioning glances from Morgan and Elle as you rushed on, red-faced. You hurriedly sat next to each other as the plane took off, Spencer shoving both of your go-bags in the upper compartment as you held his book. He had brought Graziella, and had already read it 4 times; you, unfortunately, had brought nothing as it was your first trial case. He sat down, and you handed him his book, his fingers tentatively brushed yours in a silent question. Neither of you had fully discussed your relationship this morning in the rush and you could tell he was nervous to talk to you about it. As he pulled away, you captured his wrist before he could go too far, gently drawing a small heart into the inside of his wrist with your finger as you looked up into his eyes. He smiled slightly, understanding that you would talk about it when you had reached home.

This small gesture hadn't gone unnoticed as Morgan watched you from the other side of the jet. He stocked his way up to you with a shark grin on his lips as he smelled blood in the water. "So, You two woke up late huh? How come you never made it back to our room last night, pretty boy?" He mused, enjoying the light pink tinge resting on Spencer's cheeks. "You were the one who took both of our room keys and wouldn't let me in! And- and she was nice enough to let me sleep in her room even though it was a one-person room." He retorted, knowing Morgan's implications. "Woah, chill, Reid. I was just asking some questions." Morgan replied, feigning innocence. "Yeah, I took Reid's virginity last night. How could you tell?" You stated matter of factly, earning a shocked squeak from Reid, and spluttered out laughter from Morgan. "That's what you want to hear right? C'mon Spencer, he’s just giving us a hard time because he wasn't invited to our movie marathon last night." You lied, shooting a joking wink to Spencer, hoping he would get the drift and go along with the story. "Hey, we didn't- yEAh he wouldn't get the nuance of 'Une Femme est Une Femme' and the directorial skills of Jean-Luc Godard." He said, catching on when you pinched the soft spot under his ribs. Morgan just rolled his eyes, frustrated at not getting what he wanted before sulking back to his seat.

You smiled up at Spencer before saying, "Good boy," just loud enough for only the two of you to hear. It was the first time you had alluded to your escapades that yestereve and you both felt a breath of fresh air as the slight tension was lifted off of your backs. Spencer was flustered in multiple ways; he loved the way you praised him, and he now believed you felt regrets about your exchange.

He felt electricity crackling in every gentle secret touch of yours that he had the luxury of experiencing that day; all he could think about was how you had touched him and how your skin felt on his. You had him wrapped all-around your finger, and he couldn't be happier. All he wanted to do was service you and please you, even in non-sexual ways, which he was happy to indulge in as he watched you staring out the window. Your fingers were discreetly tracing small drawings on his knee cap as you watched the clouds pass by. The motion caused him a great distraction from his book, and all he could do was watch your finger. Even though you weren't paying any attention to the motion of your fingers, Spencer could still envision the lines you created carving into his skin. Sometimes a little face, sometimes an abstract geometric rhombus, and his favorite, a heart with puffy humps and a pointy end. Every time you drew it, he became hyper-aware of the gentle flush coloring your cheeks as you looked out the window, sending him a secret message.

He quietly cleared his throat, as to not disturb the others; most of which had chosen to indulge in a little extra sleep to make up for their early morning. It had broken you from your entranced gaze out the window and you looked over at him smiling. "D-Did you bring anything to do on the plane?" Spencer asked as you continued your drawings on his leg. "Surprisingly, that was the one thing I forgot. I was so worried about making sure I was well briefed on the case that I forgot all about the flight." You said, smiling sleepily. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were at that moment. The gentle sunrise behind you in the window illuminated the apples of your cheeks and the highlights in your hair, which was still messy from sleeping so soon after your shower. Your eyes were puffy except for the sockets, which were slightly sunken in from lack of sleep, and you were fresh-faced, small blemishes now in the open, but all Spencer could think was that you reminded him of the fresh air of spring in the morning after a storm. He shook himself from his trance as you began to turn back towards the window. "You know, if you would like, I can read to you." He said shyly. "I know you read faster in your head, don't feel like you have to read to me because I was silly and forgot to bring a book." You said, smiling at his gesture. "N-No, I want to read to you. My mom always used to read out loud to me when I was little when she would wake up early." He said, adding waveringly, "And... and I would like to read to you, not because you didn't bring anything, but because I think you would like this book." You smiled up at him, lifting the fingers you had been swirling on his leg to your lips before gently kissing them, pressing them to his cheekbone, and returning them to their reserved spot on his leg. He took that as a green light to read aloud.

You watched as he closed the page he had been reading to flip to the beginning. You knew he remembered what page he was on but his choice to start you from the beginning melted your heart. He really wanted you to appreciate this story so you were going to give 110% of your attention to the words flowing out of his mouth.

"Ok, this book is Graziella by Alphonse de Lamartine. I arrived at Naples on the first of April. A few days later, I was joined by a young man of about my own age, to whom I had attached myself at college with the friendship of a brother." He began as you listened intently, enjoying the gentle atmosphere created by the soft hum of the jet and snores of your colleagues. Spencer continued reading aloud to you on autopilot as he focused on the drawings of your fingers, now all turned to hearts.

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The problem with taking a morning jet home was that you would have to go straight to the office to finish your paperwork before finally being able to rest in your own bed. You all trudged out of the car and into the office in varying states of awakeness, dreading the hours of work to come.

"Welcome back, you guys!" Garcia said, miscalculating the tone in the room, earning her a couple nods and grunts in response.

"Hey, I'm going to my friend's apartment tonight, and she lives by you. Since you take the train home and I'm going that way, do you want a ride?" You said to Spencer, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible. For a Genius and a Profiler, he sure was bad at picking up clues and hints. You weren't really going to see your friend, you just wanted some alone time with him to straighten things out, but he obviously didn't understand. "I mean if it's on the way, that would be nice. Thank you Y/L- Agent Y/L/N." He said, nearly forgetting to call you Agent in front of the others. You smiled and headed back to your seat begrudgingly, seeing the mountains of paperwork.

It was kind of sweet how oblivious he was. You were trying to be discreet at work, and you could tell he was trying too. Keyword: trying, as he was failing miserably. You could tell he was trying to be sneaky, but there was nothing sneaky about him following you to the coffee machine every time you needed a refill. He told you it was because he wanted to match and you couldn't help but indulge him. He wanted to match coffee, unfortunately finding out that you did not, in fact, like as much sugar in your coffee as him. You settled for a little bit too sweet and him not enough for the sake of matching. He came to your desk, trying to trick you by asking to borrow a pen, even though you could see his usual green pen in his shirtfront pocket. He was just so cute and just so obvious so you caved, but it was only because you wanted to see the beam on his face knowing there was yet another way you two could match. His boldest move yet was to match sweaters. If you had yours on, he had his on; when you took yours off, he would follow suit. Even though it was very cute, he was being far too bold so after a while, you decided to just keep it on.

Finally, after hours of handwriting reports and witness statements, your cramped hand said a thank you as you signed off your last sheet. You stretched languidly, looking over to Spencer's desk. He had been done for a while but was pretending to be busy so he could wait for you without subliminally pressuring you to hurry. You pulled your go bag and satchel together, getting ready to leave as you watched Spencer hold his bag, waiting for you to make the first move. You clicked your tongue at him as if you were calling a cat, "Let's get going, I don't want to be late to see my friend!" You called over to him as he shot up, padding quickly to catch up to you. "Goodnight guys! Sleep well!" You called to Morgan, Elle, and Garcia, the only ones left in the bullpen. "Ok, now something definitely has to be going on," Elle said as they watched you two leave, Spencer tripping over himself as he got in the elevator behind you.

You two shoved your bags in the back seat and got in the car. As you turned the car, your music started blaring out of the speakers. "Woah! Sorry! I like to drive with the windows down so my music is usually pretty loud." You said as you slammed on the pause button. Spencer was startled but he didn’t mind as he'd just learned new things about you. 1. You like loud music 2. You like the windows down when you drive. 3. You have great taste in music. "That's ok. Just make sure you turn down the volume sometimes, 17% of adults aged 20–69 years have suffered permanent damage to their hearing from noise-induced hearing loss. And that was... certainly loud enough to cause some noise-induced loss. Make sure to take care of yourself." He said and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. His naive sweetness and caring nature had been gnawing at you all day. All you had wanted to do while you were trying to focus on work was kiss him.

You leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Even though you came in slow, you surprised him. Here you were in the Quantico parking lot, boldly kissing him when any of your coworkers could have seen. "Why-why did you do that?" he asked as you pulled away. "I can't?" you asked, pouting slightly, teasing him. "N-No, You can you can, we're just so out in the open, and we haven't talked about anything, so I didn't know how you felt, and you were ignoring me all day." He rushed out as you let out a little laugh at him. "Let's drive, cutie." You said, turning your music back on, this time to a lower volume, as you pulled out of the parking lot and down the street. "First of all sweetness, I wasn't ignoring you all day, I didn't want Morgan to tease you again. You were busy with paperwork and I knew you didn't need him being an asshole to you to make it worse. Second, did you see all the paperwork they had left? There was no way any of them would have been out in the parking lot yet." You said as you smoothly merged onto the highway towards your house.

You were wondering when he was going to notice that he was going in the opposite direction of his house but he was too wrapped up in his thoughts. You glanced over at him before returning your eyes to the road. You cursed yourself for not having an eidetic memory because you would have kept a snapshot of him like that in your mind forever. His hair, once slicked back, now slightly disheveled from running his hands through it as he did his paperwork and the wind from your open windows. The cool summer wind that rosied his cheeks and the tip of his nose as he gazed out the streetlights overhead. Blue, red, green, purple yellow, white; the blinking lights of the city married the sunset hues that danced across his face. Illuminating his beautifully arched nose and his prominent cheekbones, it felt as if the sun was setting just for him and the city was awakening his beauty.

You smiled to yourself as you switched the cd in the cd player for one of your classics. "Hey! You listen to these guys?! You know I was going to see them last year but then we had this case out of town and I had to miss it. That was when they were still playing at that bar by the Speedway that burnt down." Spencer said excitedly. "Really!? You like them too? I haven't seen them yet but I've been listening to them since college. I never had that much money to be spending on tickets for shows beyond small house shows. I can't believe you like them, I always thought you were more of a Debussy or Chopin person." You replied, excited to have something to share. "Yeah I mean I like pretty much every genre but I've been really into their old stuff lately and, surprisingly, also french 70s music." He said matter-of-factly.

Contrarily, he was fibbing. He knew exactly why he had been listening to it. The previous night he had dreamed of the two of you off the shore, in the south of France in spring, reading books across from each other, legs tangled together, on a chez lounge. Jacqueline Taieb played on the radio as you pulled him up to dance. He removed the thoughts from his mind as he realized his predicament. He didn't know if he was allowed to think about you like that. You had been so sweet and caring towards him last night, and you kissed him so sweetly, but he was still unsure of where you stood. He was still lost in thought as you pulled up to your apartment and parked.

"Hey, this isn't my apartment. Is this your friend's place?" He asked, surprised. "No, Sweetheart. I didn't want Morgan to bother us as we were leaving so I made up some excuse. And this is my apartment. If you want to talk about what happened last night, you can come in. Well, I guess you can come in if you don't want to either, but that's beside the point. If you don't want to talk about it or if you just want me to take you home, I can do that right now. It's up to you baby." You said, gently taking his hand in yours. "I-I want to talk about it." He said shyly. "Alright then, my partner in crime. I will welcome you into my abode. We can order some dinner and talk about it. I'm thinking curry, what about you?" you said.

You could sense his nervousness and tried to lighten the mood even though deep down you were pissing yourself. You had never really done this either. You had a couple of one-night stands and short-term relationships, but nothing that lasted that long, and something in you wanted this time to be different. The young doctor was so endearing, and he was the first person who seemed to be interested in making you happy in the relationship, unlike most of your past suitors. You were terrified that you would push him too far or something would change, and that's why it was so important you had a talk and had trust and communication. You held his hand all the way up the stairs and to your apartment, not letting go when you went to open your door. You told yourself it was to make him feel better but you knew it was because you needed to do something with your hands to get them to stop shaking.

"Sorry, it's not the cleanest space ever. I wasn't expecting guests" you said as you began to tidy up random things around the room, mostly mason jars full of water or a stray empty mug. Spencer took note of his surroundings, drinking everything in. He couldn’t remember what he assumed your apartment would look like because as soon as he entered, he couldn't imagine you living anywhere else. It was all the parts of you that he knew and all of the parts he had yet to learn. He knew that you loved reading, so the bookshelves made sense. He knew that you loved music, so the cd player with piles of CDs next to it made sense. He knew you loved movies, so the VHS player and tv with a built-in DVD player and even more stacks of media made sense. But his favorite part was the giant easel positioned by the window with a large canvas on it. "Wow, Y/N! You paint?" he asked as you continued to clean up. "Oh, don't mind that! Sorry I didn't have time to put it away before we left! I'll get it out of your way!" You said, already carrying a basket full of god knows what in your arms. "No, No! Please leave it out. It's beautiful." He said, looking at your brush strokes. "Suit yourself. Let me know if it gets in your way," you said, finishing your cleaning by fluffing the pillows on your couch.

You finished bustling around your apartment and sat down on your couch across from the TV. He slowly made his way over to you, sitting at the opposite end from you, still unsure of your boundaries. You could spot his nerves from a mile away, so you swung your legs up onto the couch and poked him in his side with your feet. "Why are you sitting so far away, Sweety," you said as he looked over at you. You looked just as you did in his dream, soft and comfy in slouchy clothes. He hadn't noticed that you had changed into some comfy pajama pants and a loose pajama top, and now he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that you changed at some point when he was in the room. He knew it was silly. He had already seen you naked, but it all felt like a dream." I'll call and order, and you think about what you want to eat and what you want from me for a bit, ok? I know this great place a couple blocks from here." You said as you pulled out your landline, and dialed the number that you had scrawled on a notepad on your coffee table.

Then, Spencer saw the notepads, notebooks, sticky notes, and other odds and ends that you had all over the house. One on the fridge, one by the easel, one on the tv stand, two on the coffee table. They were all decorated differently for each task, of which he could see two, one titled 'Yummy restaurants' and the other titled 'movies to watch.' He tried to stop his distracting thoughts of how comfortably he fit in your space and how every item embodied you perfectly, all in different ways. When he was finally able to focus, he felt you start absentmindedly kneading your feet on his thigh that was closest to you. He could barely look over at you, finding you unbelievably erotic. He sucked in a breath as your pajama shirt was only buttoned up so much, enticingly drawing his eyes to the swell of your breast that he could see above the collar of your shirt.

You hooked your foot up under his thighs and brought his legs up onto the couch as you continued to order. You tangled your legs together, lifting your right foot to his chest, gently tapping out a rhythm absentmindedly as you talked. You broke through Spencer's entrancement, asking "What do you want to eat?" "Um... Whatever you're getting." He responded, as he still hadn't even begun to look at the menu. "Yeah! Then for the second order, can I get the same thing but make it mild." You said, poking your tongue out at him teasingly before finishing your order.

You two walked to pick up your food, talking about nothing in particular. You didn't want to talk about the elephant in the room until you got back, so you filled the space with meaningless conversation that instantly stopped as you entered the house. It was silent as you got forks ready, spying Spencer sitting rigidly straight on the couch, waiting for you.

"You know, you were so bold in the office today that I didn't expect you to be this shy when we got here. We don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to, sweet-" "I do, I really do." He said, cutting you off. "Ok! That's great. Well, I'm going to start off by saying that any relationship like this, whatever you want that to be, depends on strong trust and communication. That goes beyond the bedroom. Being on the team I trust you with my life. I know I'm new so I understand if you don't trust me yet but I just wanted to set that baseline with you. I'm going to be 1000% truthful with you and I'm going to start by saying this. I don't regret anything that we did last night. I loved what we did last night and I really like doing this with you. I want to explore with you if you would be so gracious as to let me. I find you very interesting, and I would like to be friends or more depending on what you want as we continue our rendezvous." You said as you grasped his hands, willing him to look into your eyes. He let out a sigh of relief. "I really liked what we did yesterday too. I was kind of worried that you regretted it or something. I'm really really new to everything, but I feel comfortable exploring if it's you. You made me feel really safe last night and I appreciate that a lot. I find you really beautiful and sexy and intriguing and I would like to be friends and maybe more with you now. I don't know if I'm allowed to say this... but I want to." He said, gaining some confidence. "You are allowed to say whatever you want, baby. That's why we have open communication. Everything is to make sure you are feeling as good and safe as possible," you said, rubbing his hand. " You should feel safe and good too. I know you are more experienced than me, but you deserve to be safe too." He said gently before continuing. "I was wondering if... if I could request that this be monogamous. I get really upset thinking about you with someone else." He said, and you could feel the shaking in his hands as he anticipated your reply. "Of course, sweetheart. I was hoping you would ask. Maybe I'm a little selfish, but I don't like to share my things. They're mine for a reason." You said before planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, earning a smile from him. "But I think, for now, I would like to be friends and see how it goes from there while we... explore," Spencer said. You nod and smile in agreement.

"Alright, so Spencer, tell me what you're interested in, sexually. What do you think about when you jerk off? What did you think about when you read my book?" You asked nonchalantly, as you picked up your curry and rice, taking a bite as if you'd just asked him about the weather. "w-well, I think about a lot of things." He sputtered out. "Just give me a little list I can work off." You said in between bites. "Um, I like seeing you naked. I like it when we match because it feels like we have a deep connection. I like h-how you touched me yesterday. I want you to touch me more." He said shyly, hiding his face behind his cup of water. "And the other two questions?" You prodded, watching as the bulge grew in his pants. "Um, what do I think of when I jerk off? Oh my god, I can't believe I'm saying this," He blushed before continuing. "I think about how it would feel to have your mouth wrapped around my cock. I think about you calling me a naughty boy. I think about you praising me. I think about your book and how there's so much more that I have to read. I think about you not wearing panties at work. And I think even more about pulling you into the storage closet, lifting up your skirt, and fucking you while everyone is working. I think about your piercings, and I think about your piercing chapter."

"What did you think of that chapter by the way? You ran off to the bathroom pretty quick. What were you thinking of doing to me, naughty boy?" you said, setting your food down on the table, leaning towards him, hands planted on his thighs. "Tell the truth, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," You said, squeezing into his thighs. He bucked up towards you, searching for friction in any way he could." f-fuck. I read the chapter when I was touching myself. I thought about how you had pointed at my boner, and I thought about how I wanted you to make fun of me, and smack me, and punish me for being naughty." he said hurriedly, hoping his answer would satiate you. "Nuh-uh! Come on, tell me the whole truth," you said and smacked his thigh. He yelped as your hand came down, leaving him with a dull sting. "Ok! But it's embarrassing so don't laugh... I thought about you cockwarming me while I pierced your tongue, and how you would drool, and how you would squeeze around me. I thought about how I wanted to mark you and make you mine." He said, covering his eyes, hiding from his shame and how it made his cock stir in his pants. "You naughty, naughty boy, Spencer Reid. I thought you were innocent but here you are with your hand on your cock, at work, thinking about my pussy and my tongue and my spit, and it made you cum. What a rascal!" you said, watching for a reaction in his pants.

You pried his arm from his eyes, so he was forced to look at your smirk. His face and neck were a deep pink, and his lips were as pillowy and soft as a rose petal from biting his them. You couldn't help yourself as you pounced on him. You knew this was supposed to be just a talk about boundaries, but there was an undeniable electricity in the air that had been lingering from the moment you had woken up. He looked so fucked out, even though you hadn’t touched him yet and part of you wanted to absolutely ruin him that night. "Remember your colors, baby. What are you feeling?" You said, now perched in his lap. "Green, green. P-Please touch me." As he said it, you ground down on him. While you were in your comfortable clothes, he was still in his tight corduroys and button-down, sweater long gone somewhere else in the apartment. "Have you ever heard of something called edging?" You asked, and he nodded excitedly. "What about overstimulation?" You said, and he nodded quickly again. "What do you think about them?" He nodded, and you smacked him, not as hard as you would usually go, but enough to leave a sting. "Use your words, naughty boy." You said, capturing his jaw and tilting his face up to meet yours. "Yes, please. I'm so green. I have been wanting you to do this, please." He shot out through squished cheeks, looking at you with the most hungry eyes you have ever seen. His warm hazel eyes, now shiny and black with desire.

You got up off of him, and he whined, missing the warmth of your body on his. You grabbed him by the back of his neck like he was a naughty kitten, and pulled him down the hall and into your bedroom. Before he could take in your room, you pushed him back on the bed. "Strip." You commanded, and your scent overwhelmed him. Your daily aroma that intoxicated him was ten times weaker than the pure pheromones that blanketed your room. Spencer mused that your room must have been built to have sex in. Your bedside tables were adorned with candles, incense, your daily jewelry, and a pair of your panties. You had a red canopy on your four-poster bed that draped your room in a soft red glow.

Your figure was obscured by the canopy as you moved some items around your room. Spencer was lost in your scent, the idea of finally being in your room, and possibly a little lost staring at the panties on your table, making him move too slow for your liking. You parted the fabric and crawled up the bed to him. "Spencer Walter Reid, if you don't strip now, you're going to get a spanking. You have been such a naughty boy today. I thought you were going to be a good boy for mommy but I guess you want to get punished." You said as you slinked back off the bed. "I'm going to count down from 10 and if you aren't naked by the time I reach 0, you are getting spanked. Understood?" You said, and he squeaked out and "Understood!" "10... " Who knew it took so long to unbutton a dress shirt? "9... " Now, his hands were stuck in his sleeves. "8..." Shirt off. "7..." Is his belt broken, or is he shaking too much? "6..." Belt undone but not off. "5..." Pants, ok. "4..." Fuck, his shoes are stuck on. "3... 2... 1... 0. STOP NOW"

You parted the curtain, smirking down at him. "I think I said naked, not underwear on." You said, looking down at him. "You didn't give me enough time!" He whined but you were already flipping him onto your lap with his ass perched in the air. "Color?" You asked, earning his eager response of "Green, so green." You pulled his underwear off and hung it on the corner of your side table, right next to your own panties. The sight was oddly domestic, making him even harder as he tried to rut into your leg. Your hand came down hard on his ass and he bucked into you moaning in shock. "You naughty boy, pathetically rubbing on me. Does my thigh feel good baby?" you asked, and he nodded. Your hand came down hard on his other cheek "How many times do I have to tell you? Use. Your. Words." Punctuating your last three words with three more smacks to his ass, gently rubbing the red skin as he cried out. "Yes, mommy! Your thigh feels so good! Thank you so much!" he said as he ground himself down on you pitifully. "Why is mommy punishing you, sweetheart?" you said, sweetening your tone. " Because I didn't get dressed?" He asked. "Hm, if you were really sorry, you would know what you were sorry for. What are you being punished for? One more chance." You said, smoothing over the plains of his ass. "For being a naughty boy who doesn't listen and rubs his cock on mommy too much." He said. "So close, baby!" You said as you brought down one last smack to his ass as his cock leaked precum all over your legs. "You were getting punished because you don't listen and because you were being really naughty at work, sweetheart. But you took punishment so well, so you deserve a treat." You said as you flipped him over, making sure he was laying in a comfortable place on the bed.

"C-can we match?" He said, pulling on your sweater. You smiled down at him sweetly as you stripped, taking your time to let him gaze over the planes of your body. When you returned, you sat high up on his stomach, making sure he couldn't get any friction against you as you kissed him softly. He was still a little clunky when it came to kissing but when you took it slow, it helped him warm up to your motions until you two were completely in sync.

"Alright, so I'm going to do some new things. Let me know at any time if you aren't comfortable or you want me to stop." You said, and you turned so you were sitting on his chest, looking down at his cock, as he got a wonderful view of your ass and the dimples in your back as your muscles flexed. You collected some spit in your mouth and let it drip down slowly onto the head of his already overly excited cock. He hissed as your finger swirled in the spit that pooled at the base of his cock as you wet your hand before grasping his length. Even though he had felt this exact same thing yesterday, he could never get over the sensation of your hand squeezing around him, circling his cock, and playing with the tip with your thumb. You spit into your other hand and wrapped both hands around his length, working them up and down his shaft, gently twisting and squeezing. The best part was that he couldn’t see anything you were doing. It was like he was blindfolded, stomach muscles tensing in anticipation of your touch.

"Fuck baby I'm close." And that was when you stopped. right as he was about to cum, you squeezed down hard at the base of his cock. "You don't cum until I do." You said, scooting your core back so that it was a couple tantalizing inches away from his face. "Really? You'll let me eat you out? For real?" He asked, mind blown at the idea of eating you out. "I was hoping you would." You replied, waiting for him to make a decision. He hooked your arms around your thighs and pulled you into him so hard, you were worried he broke his nose at first. 'I need a man who eats pussy like it's the only way to quench his thirst' rung out in his head. That's what you had written in your journal titled "Male needs" and he wanted to be a Male that you needed, so that's what he did. He flattened his tongue as he licked a long stripe up your folds, and back down to your clit, latching on hungrily, alternating between sucking hard and twirling his tongue on it. "H-Holy shit Spencer." You moaned, and you knew you wouldn't last long. Even though you wouldn’t admit it, you were soaking wet just from teasing and punishing him. That, coupled with how sweet his tongue was on your core, and you were done for. You certainly had never had a man eat you out like this, much less a virgin. "Shit baby, you're so good? How did you get so good?" You asked incredulously, as he reached his hand back around and inserted a finger between your folds, giving his mouth a short break. "I read the literature and from what I saw, the g spot should be about here." He said before curling his fingers inside of you, brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to moan deeply. His smirking mouth found its way back to your clit as he added another finger, working your g spot with feverish strokes.

"Fuck, baby! I'm cumming!" You shouted and right as you were reaching your peak, he stopped everything. "What the fuck are you doing!?" You yelped at him, your mounting peak now decrescendoing before ever hitting the climax. "I thought we were matching. You're edging me, I'm edging you." He said innocently, but you could hear his smirk tinging his words. "You just want to be punished huh?" You said and squeezed down on his base as you kissed the tip of his cock. "Naughty boys don't get proper head. When you make me cum, then I'll actually suck your cock. Got it?" You asked as he bucked his hips"Yes." He replied fervently.

This was his first-ever experience getting head, so of course, you were going to give him a good time. He would just have to wait. You held down at the base of his aching cock as you lazily sucked and licked the head. Not even close to the usual effort you would put in, but it was enough to make his legs shake and finger you faster. His mouth was too busy panting and whining to eat you out but you were fine with that because the way he was curling his fingers was creating a knot in your stomach and you could feel your impending release. "Fuck baby I'm cumming. Let me cum this time." You said and he reattached his mouth to your clit, sucking hard as he used all of his willpower to keep himself from cumming. And just like that, you're cumming all down his face and fingers as you shake but he keeps going, this time with more enthusiasm, riding you through your orgasm and overstimulating you. You eagerly take him into your mouth all the way, sucking hard, lathering his length with your spit, and in two seconds he is cumming hard down your throat. "Mommy I'm cumming" He said a little too late as you had already swallowed around him.

You were both so caught in the afterglow that you just kept going. Aftershock spurts of cum kept shooting down your throat but you kept sucking. You wanted him needy and wrecked under you. "Oh my god! ah! AH!" He said, shaking as you keep sucking him down. He keeps finger fucking you as if he is possessed. You are both riding your highs and are so overstimulated that in no more than a minute you are both cumming all over again as sobs wrack your bodies.

You flop down next to Spencer and kiss his cheek tentatively, knowing most men don't kiss after head. Spencer leans up, kissing you passionately, tangling his tongue in yours, tasting your release on each other's tongues. "Flip over baby," You said as he rolled over. You pulled out your lotion from your bedside table, gently warming up a small amount in your hands before spreading it on his butt. "I don't know about you, but I'm way too tired to take a shower tonight. I'm just going to put our leftovers in the fridge and brush my teeth. I have some spare toothbrushes if you would like to borrow one, and some pajamas." You said to a very sleepy Spencer. He didn’t even say anything, he just grumbled and got up, leaning on you.

He helped you clean up, both still naked, enjoying the domesticity of just walking around completely vulnerable together. You needed to brush his teeth for him as he sat on the toilet lid and you couldn’t help but think he looked like a little baby, barely clinging to the little energy it had before a nap. You got him up and back in bed, looking down at his naked form, now noticing the gentle matching bruises on either side of his body. “I know you like to match but take care of yourself. Don’t bang yourself up so much. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” You said as you picked his clothes off of the floor. You reached down for your pajamas but before you could get them back on or pull him into his, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down on top of him."I’ll try to stop. Only for you, and only because you asked so nicely. Right now, I’m too sleepy, let's sleep naked. Night night." He mumbled into the crook of your neck. Warmth enveloped your body at his words, “only for you.” Somehow that was all it took to finally give in to sleep's welcoming grasp, reveling in the warmth shared between your skin.

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And there we go, that's chapter five! Make sure to give me any comments, criticisms, or ways to better the plot. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I tried to balance out the sweet and spicy aspects of this one. I hope you guys have a great night!

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MxAceGrey Masterlist

I take requests!!

The One (Series Masterlist)

Doctor Who:

The Dimension Jumper (series)

The Realist - series 5 rewrite

Femme Fatale - reborn as Lucy Saxon

Merlin:

Wait what?

The video

The epitome

TVDU:

Alvis

The Late Mrs Mikaelson (Oc as reader)

Their Ending - Elijah X Reader

Mind Over Blood - TVD/TO

Legacies Witnessed - Watching the Legacies series

A Father's Redemption - Reborn John Gilbert

Blackout - ‘insane’ OC

Other:

Parker Oneshots

Techno || The Umbrella Academy

Pathetic? No. - Xavier Thorpe x GN! Reader

Crown & Bride - Daemon Targaryen x Fem! Reader (potential series)

Bride-to-be? Assassin. - Viserys Targaryen I x Fem! Reader

Monsters Like Us - Tyler Galpin x GN! Reader

Spencer Reid and Severus Snape oneshots 

Ring Mayhem - Hotch x Reader

Speak Now - Spencer Reid x reader

Gone  | Away - The Darkling x reader 

The Wildcards - Shadow & Bone x reader

The Masked (Series Masterlist) - Fate the Winx Saga

The Shadow Man - Fate the Winx saga season 3

A Sloan’s Anatomy - Grey’s Anatomy Bi! OC x undecided x Bi! OC

Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit - Disney Descendants Ben x OC

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The Purest Things-First Day Jitters (Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None.

A/N: There will be a Part 2 to this piece based on S3E10 in order to give some groundwork to the dynamics amongst the team once the reader joins them. Enjoy reading! I had so much fun making this piece. 

The Purest Things Masterlist

au! october 2007

"Criminal profiling is more of an art than a science. Modeling a criminal profile demands the precise marrying of psychological and rational instincts with the crime scene's particulars. What steps would you take in the process of analyzing a suspect to form a solid profile," the stoic BAU Section Cheif asks.

"First, I would want to accumulate all attainable information about the crime to help explain the "how" and "why" of the offense," you counter.

"What kind of information?"

"I'd want to acquire knowledge on the victim to examine the victimology. For example, I'd determine the victim's career and place of employment, friends, family, social status, criminal records, and daily routines and habits. Then, I can look at the connection between the victim and the unidentified subject. Did they know each other, or are they strangers? Why was the victim targeted, and was it them specifically, or are they just one quarry in a tangled web of attacks?"

You look for some signal in Cheif Strauss's attitude as to whether or not you should continue. 

Let’s ramp this up a notch. 

Taking the liberty of doing so regardless, you continue.

"Then, I want to know more about the attacker. I want to classify him...or her, as well as the offense. Why did it take place at a specific location? What is the motive? Is the suspect an amateur or a professional? This collection of data helps to assemble a proper crime assessment. I can now paint the picture of what happened before, during, and after the attack. Next, I can start to hypothesize and formulate a complete profile; I can deduce the kind of person we are dealing with. This assessment includes the age range, social status, what type of career he or she may hold, their I.Q., anything that describes the attacker. Now, I can give the profile to investigators and work to capture the assailant. The profile not only helps track him down but also helps refine the interrogation process."

Pausing the video recording, David sets the remote on the table.

"Academically, she's perfect for the job, Aaron. But will she fit in with the team? She seems too well trained, too straight from the textbook."

"That's why I wanted you to see this next part."

They both watch you in expectation.

"If I may Section Chief Strauss...as much as academic training benefits a student in laying the foundations for their selected career field, all of the studying and laboring over perfect grades becomes virtually obsolete once on the job. Instead, implementing the mechanics and learning through experience, trial, and error is far more beneficial. Executing what you've learned in the real world and refining your expertise in the field is the only way to accurately reveal whether or not you are capable of doing your job."

Rossi snickers at your straightforwardness. Aaron crosses his arms, struggling to fight back the urge to smile.

"Care to expound on that?" Strauss proposes.

"You don't trust the current...organization within the BAU. You feel as though Unit Cheif Hotchner and his team pose a threat to the unit. However, I think you put more emphasis on the chain of command. Specifically, you don't trust Agent Hotchner. In the entirety of this vetting process, you have continually undermined the Unit Chief's role in selecting a new agent. He has not been included in any of our telephone calls. Never once have you cc'd him on our emails. Nor has he been invited to sit in on our in-person interviews. I think the only time I've set eyes on him was in the lobby. He seemed to be completely unaware of my presence and purpose here. I'm sure that were I to be hired TodayToday, I could walk right into his office, and he would be blindsided entirely by my arrival and position on the team. Now, if I am to be apart of this renowned group of individuals, I want to know that I will be a part of it. I do not intend to be an outsider in my field or a pawn for higher-ups' ulterior motives. So, with all due respect Cheif Strauss, I would like to withdraw my application. If any of the aspects that I have touched on prove true and impact my role within this unit, I have no interest in undermining an established team that has no place for me."

Rossi claps Aaron on the shoulder, "She'll do just fine."

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You step inside the lobby of the FBI Academy. Although the sight is not new to you after your intense vetting process, it now takes on a new meaning. You have a new purpose. Processing your surroundings, you regard the entryway's clean efficiency. Considering the darkness that looms over this bureau, the lobby is welcoming all the same. 

So this is what my tax dollars have been paying for.

Noticing that an elevator has arrived, you call out to the person inside one of the many lifts. They hold it open for you. The sound of your clipping heels progresses as you run across the glossy tile floor. High heels may not seem like the most logical choice for your first day of work in the FBI, but when wearing them, you feel elevated. As if the world is your stage and you are the ballerina dazzling the crowd in her pointe shoes. Sure, they are uncomfortable at times, but wearing them can almost be considered a superpower. A quintessential accessory of the iconic femme fatale.

The woman in the elevator gasps as you climb on board, startling slightly.

"Are those Jimmy Choos?" She squeals.

You laugh and shake your head, peering down at the patent leather footwear, "No. I wish, though! They're just some old Steve Madden's I got on the clearance racks." Seeing her shoes, you imitate her enthusiasm, "Those are unique! I've never seen a green...quite that color on shoes before."

Chuckling, she thanks you, "Shoes are one of the many ways I express myself. I'm pretty sure at this point I have a pair of shoes in every color for every mood. Today I was feeling a little envious, so I chose this lime green."

"Envious?" You ask.

"There is a Doctor Who convention going on this weekend, and I have meet and greet tickets for the entire cast, but I've been called in on a case. Meanwhile, three of my friends from counterterrorism are on their way to meet David Tennant as we speak. So yes, I am envious."

"Oh my gosh, I heard about that! Catherin Tate is going to be there too. God, what I would give to meet Donna Nobel in the flesh."

"You watch Doctor Who?" Her eyes widen.

You shrug my shoulders, "I'm a bit of a self-proclaimed Whovian."

Shoving her bags underneath her shoulders to free her hands, she stretches them to you, "Penelope Garcia. We are going to be the best of friends."

Taking her hand in yours, you introduce yourself, "I'm Y/F/N/ Y/L/N. I look forward to having a best friend in the building. Today is my first day."

"Oh sweetie, you are going to do amazing," she looks up at the floor number as the elevator dings, "Well, this is my stop."

Stepping off alongside her, you notice her slight surprise. "Mine too," you announce proudly.

"Wait," she whispers, holding a hand up to your face in a stopping motion, "Today is your first day. Oh! Are you the newbie?"

"Today is my first day as a profiler at the BAU, yes."

Stomping her feet repeatedly, she cheers, "Oh, this day keeps getting better! My darling, you will fit in just fine. Now come with me. There's another fellow Whovian I'd like for you to meet."

Following her through the enormous glass doors and into the department, you can't help but feel slightly overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle. "Welcome to the bullpen," she turns around, beaming, "Oh! Spencer, come hither, the new girl is here!"

The young man spins around in his chair and raises his eyebrows, giving you a once-over; he strolls across the office to meet you. You can't tell if he is too tall or too thin. Perhaps, his head is just considerably big for his body, or his lengthy hair gives that illusion. When he nods at you, holding his hand out to greet you, he looks slightly like a little bobble-head doll.

"Dr. Spencer Reid at your service!" He melodically sings.

Nerdy pipe cleaner. I like him.

"It's a pleasure, Dr. Reid. I'm Y/F/N Y/L/N."

"I read you got a full ride through college and graduated from Berkley with a semester completed at the University of Kent for Psychology of Criminal Justice, and you have a degree in Forensic Psychology."

You nod, impressed by his research—time to dazzle him with yours.

"And you, Dr. Reid, attended Caltech. You completed your undergraduate degree at 16, and you hold Bachelor's degrees in Psychology, Sociology, and Philosophy. Very impressive."

"You forgot PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering," he adds.

You nod, "My apologies."

Breaking a tiny smile, he shifts his gaze to the floor as you notice the light tint of pink shading his cheeks. Unable to resist, you feel the heat rise to yours as well.

"Ah! You must be our newest recruit—Benvenuto nell'esperienza della tua vita," a gentle voice echoes from behind you.

Turning around, you see a familiar-looking, dapperly dressed older gentlemen gliding down the stairs to greet you.

"And you are Agent David Rossi. I attended one of your guest lectures at Berkley three years ago," you reach your hand out to meet his.

"Call me Dave, and you can thank me for inspiring your career choice later. Right now, we have a case. It looks like it'll be a first day via baptism by fire for you kiddo," he lifts his thick eyebrows and winks at you. David motions for you to follow his lead, and you eagerly journey behind him.  

In the conference room, you are met with the eager faces of four other new colleagues. The first to catch your eye is the herculean adonis, whose attention fixates on you. You watch as his eyes scour you top to bottom, taking your whole body in.

Four words. Sculpted by the gods. Where has he been all my life?

"Where have you been all my life?" The statuesque man purrs, running his thumb across his bottom lip.

Ha. Jinx. You can buy me a drink anytime.

"Hiding from men who lead an introduction with that," you strut over to shake his hand. A knot swirls in your stomach as your finger-tips touch, but you quickly dismiss it as mere infatuation.

Throwing his head back in laughter, he responds, "I like you already. Derek Morgan."

"It's nice to see you again," the bright, blue-eyed young woman you recognized as the media liaison smiles, "I'm Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me J.J." On the day of your first interview with Strauss, she offered you directions to the Section Chief's office.

Next, Agent Prentiss introduces herself. Her thick, raven-colored hair elegantly falls to her shoulders and encompasses her diamond-shaped face. There is a spirited as well as clever expression in her eyes.

Finally, Agent Hotchner stands up. You are taken aback by his astute and severe manner. He's taller than you recall, although you have only observed him from afar. Like most men, he seems to have become an automaton of the modern workplace, measured and valued just for his productivity and obedience. He is tense, most likely swallowing intense trauma and concealing it so he can get up each day and do the same tedious job again and again. Most men display these traits in the way they parent, becoming domineering companions, stacking decay over destruction until their home-life collapses. What remains is a mass of bitterness resentment.

Yet, he exhibits none of this. Beneath this rather tough exterior, you can discern that he is the kind of handsome that infiltrates your bones, that exudes an air of olden times before he's even said a word to you.

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hi! i would like to request a femme reader x spencer reid (: i was thinking he could be a college professor instead of in the bau, but teaches criminal justice for those who want to join. the reader and him have a hidden relationship because of how scandalous it would be and he could get fired for it. one day they get caught in public by a student who takes a photo and it blows up on the schools gossip page or whatever & reid ends things and starts to avoid the reader after it happens

i ran out of room to type haha, but i wanted to end it off with reid not wanting to risk losing his job. the dean has a talk with him and reid says he ended things and wants nothing to do with me because the job is more important. since he is one of the best professors there, he gets let off with a warning, but next time will for sure be fired. i will be trying to have a conversation with him since he has been avoiding me. i can’t think of an ending but after graduating we’ll be together

this is so dramatic i love it! I’ll definitely add it to my list

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red lips and secrets

spencer reid x reader

 request:  Hiii!! I saw that you do spencer Reid fics, and I’ve requested this one a few times with different authors and their lives just got in the way of completing my request (which is completely fine I understand 100% I’m not mad at all). I was just wondering if you could do a spencer Reid x reader based off the song Secrets by The Weeknd. If you could make it as if The Weeknd and spencer are the ones sharing the story if that makes sense that would be cool. Idk anything is appreciated a lot!!!

Write some spencer reid angst plz 💕

 warnings: angsty, sad, femme fatale reader, cheating (sorta, you’ll see) also, cheating is NOT GOOD OR COOL, please never cheat on your partner or s.o, if you are interested in someone else, please end your current relationship before dating/seeing/sleeping with someone else

 word count: 1318

  a/n: so this is sort of a mess but not really. the italicized lyrics are from the song ‘secrets’ by the weeknd and each snip is a sort of basis for the next paragraph or so. this whole prompt was based off of the song and its angsty enough soo i took out two prompts in one stone

Everybody here wants you   My love, my love And I know that you want him too   My love, my love I ask you what your heart desires   My love, my love You tell me I'm the only one   My love, my love

 “Spencer. Spencer.” They said his name twice, snapping him out of his daze. It was a wonder he didn’t drop his glass he was so out of it. “She’s here.” JJ and Derek notified the boy and he took to action. They were at the annual gala held for the BAU and his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, was receiving an esteemed award. She deserved it, really. She solved over half the cases brought in that year and risked the most on the field. In the beginning of last January she was shot twice on the field and went into action again the moment she was healed.  Spencer was more than proud to be her boyfriend, but he had a ghost he couldn’t seem to get rid of. The notion she didn’t fully belong to him. He would take nights talking to Hotch about this exact issue.    “I mean you see the way everyone in the office looks at her. You see the way Derek looks at her and I can’t help but notice the way she looks at him too. She’s just so, flirtatious, and I have no idea if its faux or real.” He ranted and Hotch put a hand on his shoulder. “Y/N has a very outgoing personality, Reid, you know that. You knew that when you asked her out. She’s going to have an outgoing personality which can be perceived as flirtatious. I wouldn’t worry.”  And for months, Spencer wouldn’t. He joined your side when you walked into the event room where the main ceremony would be held. “Hello, darling.” She greeted him as usual. They spent the rest of the night together, Spencer refusing to leave his side, knowing if he did, Derek would be there in a moment.  That night, they were laying in bed when Spencer rolled over to face her, “Y/N?” He asked through the dark. “Yeah, Spence?” She replied and he smiled. “Are you sure you want to be with me? I mean I’m nothing compared to Derek. He’s outgoing, strong, and far more good looking than me and I know you went on a date with him before.”  She sighed, reached over and turned on the light. “Spencer. You know I only want you. Derek was full of himself. Not my type. And you are so much more handsome than Derek, to me. I love you.” And with that, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, said goodnight, and snuggled against Spencer’s chest, leaving him in the dark to question every word.

It's a lie, a lie   I catch you every time In your lust, your lust   Every time you close your eyes I hear the secrets that you keep   When you're talkin' in your sleep I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep   When you're talk, talkin', talkin' I hear the secrets that you keep   When you're talkin' in your sleep I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep   When you're talk, talkin', talkin'

 Spencer’s heart would clench when he would see her around the office, talking with other guys. Derek, Luke, Matthew, who next? Hotch? He would think to himself as he watched her interaction with the other men. The way she would throw her hair over her shoulder and laugh. The sparkle in her eyes when they would say something funny. It was the same sparkle that he saw when she looked at him once. Now, when they did, they still had a sparkle, but it was full of mystery and he didn’t know what eyes he was looking at anymore.  Sometimes in bed he would question who he was laying next to. He would hear whispers, mumbles from her lips. Her soft, pink lips that used to be his. They would whisper different names every night. For months he would awake to the sound of names. Names, names, names.  He almost didn’t come into work so he wouldn’t have to hear the same ones he heard at night during the day.  “Derek. . .” “Luke. . .”  “Derek. . .” “Matthew. . .”  But on some, more recent, lucky nights, Spencer would hear his own name. The first time he did, he shot up in bed. It broke him from his sorrow daze in the dark and gave him hope.

You told me not to worry 'bout  Those guys, those guys You told me that you left it all behind  Behind It's a lie, a lie  I catch you every time In your lust, your lust Every time you close your eyes  

“Spencer, I will tell you and tell you again,” She would say, her lying lips smeared in red, a color that Spencer had already decided would kill him. “You don’t have to worry about the other guys. I don’t love them. I love you.” She would whisper before pressing her ruby lips to his, and then to his neck, to the edge of his ear, and down below and he was caught again.  Caught in a never ending circle of wanting to end the infidelity and then not because he realized he didn’t want to lose you. He knew where you went on Saturday nights when he would work late at the office and you would leave to hang out with ‘friends’.  When he would come home, you would pull in fifteen minutes after he got home and he would stay quiet, knowing a night of mumbles and whispers were ahead and any protests wouldn’t change that.

Wipe... the…  Lust from your eyes I see that you're not mine  I can see the lust in your eyes You can't hide it  You can't be the one I realize, we're divided

“Spencer, why are you doing this?” She yelled after him, walking throughout the house. “I have had it.” He was fed up and the small, innocent, shy boy she’d come to know was gone. He was angry. Seeing Derek drop you off at three in the morning was the last straw.   “Have had what?” She yelled in innocence. “I see you, I catch you all the time in the office flirting with the other guys and I don’t know why I’ve been with you for so long, put up with it for so long.” He complained. “And now Derek, dropping you off at three in the morning! What do you expect me to think? And-and-and on our one year anniversary?” Spencer yelled and she began to grow nervous the neighbors would complain. 

   “Does he bring you home every Saturday? After you both are done having fun? Or does it alternate between Derek and Luke?” Spencer complained and the look of shock that crossed his love’s features was almost comedic. “Having fun? What is it exactly do you think we do? Talk about in the office? Huh, Spencer?” She fought back. “Oh don’t kid me. Every night for the past six months I hear you whispering their name at night. It’s not hard to see the way you lust after those two guys. You can barely hide it. I can’t believe there was a time where I thought you were ‘The One’, I was obviously wrong.” He crossed his arms and turned from the girl he loved.

  She set the bags she had carried in on the floor.   “I have been spending six months with them, to work on this,” She spoke calmly and Spencer turned around to see her pulling out a large book. It looked as though there were a million details and pictures.    “I needed the help from the other guys because I needed a guy's opinion. I went to Derek’s every Saturday night to work on it. Those ‘lustful stares’ I gave to the boys was because I was talking about you. I was thinking about you. I am madly in love with you but you know what, Spence, you were right. I’m not the one. We aren’t one anymore. We are more divided than I could have imagined.” She nearly tossed her gift to the table and walked out.

  Spencer was left standing there, his fingers to his lips, wondering what he just lost, the image of her red lips stamped in his brain.

hope yall enjoyed!