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*candied oranges pt. 2//spencer reid*

summary: fem!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. part 1 here!

pairing: fem!reader x spencer

word count: 3k

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, SoftDom!Spencer, Doctor kink, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, slight angst, mentions of torture (case).

A/N: hey everyone! i hope you're all doing well. i was so excited to write this tonight and i hope you enjoy it :)

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the rest of the evening blurs. part of you is tense with anger. how could he say something like that right now? when he knows that you're with somebody else, and when you're at a party with all of your friends? it's irresponsible-- a word you would never normally use to describe Spencer.

Penelope's home is lovely and cozy and the perfect place to spend an evening with cheese and wine. it also feels like a swiftly shrinking, inescapable box. Reid doesn't interact with you for the rest of the evening. you can still smell the light, crisp scent of his cologne in your mind as Wren rubs your arm.

it's too much to bear. you leave first, unable to parade around the apartment like a good partner when Spencer is so obviously standing there. you feign a headache and hug your friends goodbye. as Reid begins to make his way over, you pretend to be busy gathering up the (now empty) Tupperware and slip out.

"are you okay?" Wren asks as soon as the door closes behind you. his cute brow is furrowed. your chest squeezes with guilt.

"yeah, I'm okay. I'm just..." you wrack your mind for an excuse. "thinking about a case that hits close to home. sorry for acting weird."

he slides his arm around your shoulder and holds you, your head landing on his shoulder. it feels nice. "don't apologize. do you wanna talk about it?"

"not really. thank you, though." all you can think about right now is what a terrible person you are-- for thinking of someone else when you have this person in front of you, for not telling him about Spencer's confession, for thinking you could want anyone besides Reid at all.

all of it is too much to organize in your mind right now; you want to go to bed and try again tomorrow. maybe your head will be clearer when you're not full of wine and candied oranges.

...

if your job wasn't so important, you would take a couple days off. seeing him is bound to mess with your head. but there's simply no justification you can think of that would make you feel comfortable with letting down the team. plus, you know Spencer would never spend work hours trying to breach the subject; he might have bad timing, but even he knows better than that.

things between you and Wren have been strained as well; after the Friday evening at Penelope's, you've been avoiding him. he's understanding, but you can tell that he's getting concerned. it's wrong to keep letting him think you're invested in the relationship.

if anything, it's become abundantly clear that you aren't in a space to date Wren. maybe anyone.

the breakup moves more smoothly than you expect, in the privacy of your apartment. you tell him that you've got a lot on your mind right now and can't give him the attention he deserves. it isn't a lie. you don't mention Spencer.

Wren gives you a reassuring smile and says that he understands.

as soon as you close the door behind him, you find yourself crying without a clear reason. the tears come down all at once, a combination of guilt and sadness and feelings leftover from your case. it's been too long since you went to therapy and holding everything in has formed a lead weight in your stomach.

you think about how you're going to have to see Spencer at work tomorrow morning and how it's going to affect you. how distracting it will be to possibly be paired off with him and to smell that cologne and know just how tightly he grabbed your wrist and the terrible relief that bloomed in your chest when he said he loved you.

all of it hangs over your head like a sword.

washing your face and gathering up your bag, you go to the one place you know Spencer will indubitably be on a Sunday night.

...

he's leaning back in his chair, spinning slightly from side to side as he studies some paperwork. for a second, you don't go inside. you just stare through the glass doors at the back of his head, the pen he keeps clicking in his hand. most of the lights in the place are off, except for the lamp on his desk.

you take a deep breath.

Reid turns around as soon as you walk through the door. he looks surprised to see you at first, eyebrows raising briefly before he clears his throat.

"hi." he says.

something about the casualness of it fills you with a mix of emotions. "hi? that's what you have to say?"

he purses his lips and frowns. "I didn't expect you to be here."

"me, neither." you walk over to your desk and throw down your things with an impertinent slam. without waiting for a response, you walk over to the kitchenette and pour yourself a cup of coffee from what he's already brewed. you notice the container of sugar that he's left out, then think of the three full scoops he always uses.

"I wanted to give you some space, Y/N." he offers. you peek around the corner to see him still in his chair, watching you intently.

"how gracious of you," you say sarcastically. "after confessing to me at a party with my boyfriend that you're in love with me, you wanted to give me space."

the chair squeaks as he stands up and joins you in the kitchenette. he keeps a safe distance.

"I'm sorry. that wasn't the right time to tell you that. I just didn't know what to say when you asked me why I was acting different."

"I only asked why you were acting different because you were being an outright asshole to someone I cared about." you stir your coffee with one of those little wooden sticks and resist the urge to snap it in your hands.

Spencer's gaze moves from your drink to your hands to the cabinets, obviously trying to come up with more excuses.

"cared?" is the only thing he says.

"what?"

"you said cared, in the past tense." he meets your eyes and holds them. your jaw clenches.

"and?"

"you don't care about him anymore?" now he's just needling.

"we broke up, Spencer, Jesus Christ."

"why?" he frowns, genuinely confused this time.

you're silent.

"why did you break up?" he repeats. his attention is so intense, you nearly look away. it feels like every nerve in your body is frozen. you don't want to tell the truth, but you can't think of any lie that someone as smart as him would believe.

"Spencer." it's the only thing that you can say. but it's charged.

"I'm sorry for telling you at the party, but I don't regret it." there's a rawness to the way he says it.

you think about the time when you and Spencer were paired together for a case in rural Georgia and he started behaving strangely. everyone on the team was strangely gentle with him and you had no idea why, until the case was over and the two of you got a drink back home. he said he'd been kidnapped by an unsub, held captive in a barn and tortured.

the whole time he talked about it, it was like he was telling a story that wasn't his. there was distance in it, the kind victims sometimes have when recounting a trauma. you felt terrible for asking, but he insisted that it was better you know. you didn't know exactly what he meant by "better." he walked you home that night and, when you asked if you could hug him, he nodded. he'd held you so tightly, you can still feel the pressure on your ribs if you try.

he's watching you now, your fingertips burning against the hot mug of coffee. his hazel eyes have that same tumultuous quality, chaotic and seeking all at once.

"I..." you trail off. there are so many things you want to say.

Spencer inches closer, his movements awakening something in your chest. your heart flutters, despite all the frustration recently.

"what are you thinking about?" his voice is so soft. you know exactly what you're risking by doing this. you don't want to lie anymore.

"I love you, too." the words float. they're long overdue. Reid's expression changes to something lighter, a slow smile.

"yeah?"

"yeah."

there's a moment where you look at each other. there are so many ways you could proceed-- decide to leave it alone and keep working together, or give up the act and give in to what you truly want.

but Spencer doesn't waste any more time, pressing his lips to yours in the barely-lit kitchenette. he does it so fiercely, you have to lean back with a slight giggle to accommodate him. you set down your mug. his hand reaches around to the small of your back and pulls you in closer, your own arms wrapping around his neck.

he cups your face, thumb brushing gently over your cheek. he tastes like sugar and his lips are soft, the kiss increasing in desperation as he presses you against the counter. you let out a sigh at the weight of him.

"Spencer." you lean back and breathe out his name as he attaches his mouth to your jaw, the tender part of your throat, down to your collarbone. he sucks harshly at your jugular, at the heavily thudding pulse you're certain he can feel. you want it to last forever, but you're feverish. so many missed opportunities brought back to the surface.

"I love when you say my name." he murmurs against your skin.

you can smell his cologne again, and your fingers tangle in his hair. when you tug on it, he lets out a groan.

"fuck..." you gasp as he grips onto your hips and holds you against him. the erection in his pants strains against your stomach.

"I need you." he rocks against you. you bite your lip and try to keep from giving in right here and now.

"not in the office." you smirk. the thought excites you beyond words. you moan as his teeth graze your collarbone.

"I'll have Garcia delete the footage."

"we shouldn't..." but you're fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. he kisses you on the mouth again and quickly lifts you up just enough to rest on the edge of the counter. every fiber of your being is devoted to this moment.

"okay then." suddenly, he pulls away and runs a hand through his hair. he pretends to turn to walk away, but you laugh and grab onto his wrist and yank him back.

"no!" you whisper. he grins playfully, triumphantly. you kiss the smile off his lips. "shut up."

"that's what I thought." he chuckles and slides his hands up your thighs, kissing you more softly. you can feel the pressure building between your thighs, the heat that makes you wriggle in your seat.

his fingers dig into your legs, amused by your eagerness. he pushes your skirt up and his thumbs brush over your inner thighs.

you think about how at any second, someone could walk in. normally, this would give you anxiety, but there's something exciting about having Spencer pushing your legs apart in the BAU office.

"come here." he grunts. you shiver and let him use one hand to pull you closer to the edge of the counter and the other to flutter over your panties. you inhale sharply at the sensation. he isn't giving you exactly what you want, and it's soaking you.

"please--" you whisper, hips bucking against nothing.

"you want me to touch you?" his cockiness is surprising. hot.

"mhmm."

"you're sure?" he grazes his fingers over your panties. you wonder if he can feel how ready you are for him.

"god, Spencer, please." you sigh and grab onto his shoulders. he finally does as asked and begins to rub your clit, finding it with ease when you moan.

foreheads resting against each other, he looks at you and increases the pressure. his eyes are dark and deep and inviting, so different from how he normally looks. for all his teasing, he wants it just as much as you do. if anything, he's struggling to hold back.

he leans down and kisses your neck. "you like that, huh." his voice is lower.

you let out a breath in response, then gasp as he slides your panties to the side and dips his finger into your wetness. he groans. "I bet that boyfriend of yours couldn't make you feel like this."

"Spencer--"

"Dr. Reid." he corrects you with authority. it turns you on even more, how dominant he's getting, and you melt into him. he takes this as a sign to keep going. "who do you really think about when you wanna cum, Y/N?"

you bite your lip to hold back the moan building in the back of your throat. part of you wants to play hard to get and pretend that on late nights you don't find yourself breathing out his name with your vibrator between your legs. that he isn't the only one who can truly make you lose your mind.

"I--" you're about to tease him when he starts fingering you with one curved finger and rubbing your clit with his thumb. all sane thoughts fly out the window. you throw your head back. "fuck, Dr. Reid."

"I'm gonna take my time with you when we get home." he whispers into the shell of your ear before kissing your temple.

for some reason, this tender motion and the combination of his word-- the implication that there will be more of this-- sends you in a spiral. euphoric and intense, the orgasm sends shocks through your body. words try to come out of your mouth, but they're incomprehensible. your hold on him is vice-like.

your legs shake and your pussy tightens around his fingers, desperate for him to keep touching you like this. he groans. "god, that's so sexy."

you're grinding against his hand as you try to ride out the high. "Spence, please just fuck me."

"awfully needy." he chuckles and slowly removes his fingers. just as he presses his mouth to yours, you pull away and move to slide off the counter. it takes every ounce of willpower, but you're nothing if not bratty.

"okay." as if you're going to leave.

"hey!" he laughs and wraps his arms around your waist to pull you back into him.

you grin. "doesn't feel good, does it?"

"I'm sorry." he settles you back into your position. you run your hand through his hair, staring up at his perfect face. you don't want to be anywhere else in the world.

"you've said that a lot tonight," your hand finds Reid's cheek. mouths centimeters apart. "show me how sorry you are."

he reaches down and unbuttons his pants quickly. your eyes lock as he pulls out his hard dick and tugs your panties to the side, positioning himself at your entrance eagerly.

"this okay?" he's resisting the urge to slide into you, and you're beyond ready. you scoot closer to him and nod.

"yes, please."

Spencer holds eye contact as he sinks into you, the pressure and pleasure melting together with excitement. it's new and delicious. as soon as he's fully inside and his jaw tightens, you throw your head back. he's too beautiful to look at.

after you've adjusted, he starts to move. the sensation stretches you out and you moan, fingers digging into his shoulders with abandon. he grabs onto your hip and starts to slowly push.

"oh my god..." you sigh to contain the mix of emotions in your body.

"how does this feel?" his breathing is shallow and a vein in his neck is visible as he tries to keep his pace reasonable.

"so good." you buck up against him and he reads your body language perfectly, sliding back in.

he gets about two more thrusts in before you really begin to build your rhythm, his body slamming into yours greedily. he's groaning against your shoulder, straightening to kiss you and breaking it to catch his breath. you wrap your legs around him.

"harder." you beg. he listens and starts fucking you recklessly, with pent-up desire.

"you're so fucking perfect." he growls as he kisses your neck sloppily. when he starts to suck on it again, you feel the tension building tightly in your stomach.

"right there, oh my--"

"good girl, come on, take it." he starts pulling you closer to meet his thrusts and the sound of his moans makes you even wetter than before. he's needy, too, grabbing at you like he'll die without it, fucking you relentlessly.

"I'm gonna cum, Spence." you writhe against him. his grip tightens.

"good," he urges you on. "I wanna fill you up."

the thought of this completes you, your body squeezing around him desperately. you let out a load moan and scratch at his back while you cum.

"keep going, keep going." you beg. he slides a hand between your bodies and rubs your clit again, nearly overstimulating. the pleasure is overwhelming, crashing over you until your eyes roll into the back of your head.

you hold back a scream and he bottoms out inside you, groaning your name as he fills you up and rocks against you again. he slows down.

the two of you stay there for a while, drawing out the moment for as long as possible. it's perfect, the way he fits with you. his breath on your cheek, the feeling of his heart through his chest.

although you're both still dressed, it feels more intimate than any sex you've ever had. just knowing each other for so long has created such a tight knot within you that you're ready to keep undoing.

"I'm not done with you." he whispers against your lips.

"good." you reply.

"let's go back to my apartment?" his tone is weighted with desire. your stomach flips. you can't wait for what he's going to do to you.

"mhmm." all you can think about is how quickly you're going to rip off his clothes when you get him home.

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i’m writing a spencer smut (as a part 2 for a certain fic, per request) but i wanna know which trope people like 💕

like one bed trope, bau office sex, etc? lmk! i’m open to everything and i’m hoping to post it tonight :)

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid smut

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do y’all watch stranger things? i wanna start watching it but idk if i wanna put in the time for the inevitable obsession 😭

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“friends kiss each other all the time, right? “ with Hotch please 😩🙌🏻

it's 10 pm when you decide to finish up for the night-taking the imminent rumbling of your stomach as a sign to leave and get some dinner. you’re quick to pack your things away, your mind distracted as you tried to decide what you were craving.

you switch your desk light off, leaving the bullpen in almost complete darkness - apart from the scattered lamps and the unmissable glow coming from your boss’s office. you took a moment to debate whether to disturb hotch so late and before you had come to a conclusion your feet were dragging you up the short steps and you were knocking on his slightly ajar door.

“hey, are you busy?” you ask, regretting the words as soon as you saw the piles of paperwork on his desk and the look of frustration on his face. you opened your mouth, ready to apologise for bothering him when he puts his pen down and gestures for you to enter.

“is everything ok y/n?” he asks, his gentle tone taking you by surprise - you’d expected annoyance or a dismissive gesture. but all you saw was his shoulders relax, and his eyes widened slightly with intrigue.

“oh i was -uh- just wondering if you wanted to get dinner.” you almost winced at the way you stuttered and his eyebrows raise slightly in what you could only detect as amusement. you took this as a sign to continue, “i just mean, we’re the only ones left and its late and i dont really feel like walking out on my own.” a sigh left your lips as you finished - that couldn’t have come out worse if you’d tried.

you were almost certain he’d tell you to leave, that he had far too much to do. instead, he looks at you for a moment, not saying a word before standing up. “ok.” he says, and now it was your turn to be surprised. he places a few items inside his bag and walks over to you. “let’s go.”

the plan was to walk over to the restaurant, eat your meal and walk back to your car and drive home. simple, almost impossible to go wrong. but of course, it did, you got there just slightly after 10:30 - your heart sinking slightly as you saw them closing up the sit-in area for the night. “takeout only.” the guy at the counter said, before heading back into the kitchen.

you turned to face hotch who didn’t seem at all phased by the unexpected hurdle in the plan. “we can find someplace else.” you whispered, feeling bad for dragging him out of his office and away from his work.

but he only shook his head, “no, it’s fine - we’ll figure something out, " he said before picking up a menu and reading through the options, leaving you to wonder what he could propose as a solution.

it wasn’t until you’d left the restaurant, two bags full of takeout boxes that he’d let you in on his plan. and that's how you ended up here, sitting on the floor in the living room of your boss’s apartment- reruns of various 90s shows playing on the tv as you both divulged in the best Thai food DC had to offer.

“this is really good, i can’t believe i’ve never been there before.” he said, adding some more green curry to his plate. you let out a small laugh, reaching over to take the box from him and add the rest to your own - already full - plate.

“not too many people know about it, i found it my first week here when i was scoping out the area and it’s been my little secret ever since.” you admit.

“well, thank you for sharing it with me.” the way he smiles as he says it makes your stomach flutter, and you’re grateful when his attention moves back to food and away from you - the ridiculous grin on your face becoming almost impossible to hide.

it's hard enough trying not to look at him with metaphoric heart eyes but you can’t help it - it all feels surreal, you never thought you’d be here, indulging in such a domestic moment with him. it was no secret you’d been in love with hotch since your very first week at the bau. it sounds ridiculous, especially since he’d barely looked your way but there was something about him - a magnetic energy that pulled you in.

the vibration of his phone shook the table slightly, interrupting the comfortable silence. He sighed and stood up quickly, mumbling a rushed 'one second' before walking to the kitchen. the hushed conversation couldn't be heard, but the disappointment on his face as he came back out to the living room told you the evening was coming to an end sooner than you'd like.

"is everything all right?" you asked as he approached you. you observed how he didn't sit down again and how his shoulders had tensed, his demeanor moving from comfortable to...well, how he typically was, guarded.

“that was jessica, jack not sleeping well, so she’s going to bring him home, I'm sorry." he explained, but you were shaking your head before he could continue speaking.

"there's no need to apologise, hotch; dad duty comes first." you smiled at him, and he returned a small one. "let me help you tidy this up, and I'll be on my way." you quickly began to close the nearly empty containers, and he didn’t hesitate to help.

“do you need want to me to drop you home?” he asked, as he put away the last if the dishes.

“my apartment is only a few blocks away, I can walk.” you replied, watching as he turned to face you, eyebrows furrowed with concern. a giggle escaped your lips before you could stop it, “i have my gun, and pepper spray. I’ll be fine.”

his eyes glittered with amusement, “i don’t doubt that, i’ve seen you throw your fair share of punches.” he laughs, and you feel your heart clench at the sound. it's silent for a moment, before he continues. “thank you for dragging me out of that office - can’t imagine having dinner with your boss was how you wanted to spend your evening.”

“‘are you kidding? thank you for keeping me company, i really appreciate it.” its true, you were grateful for the company - it was easy to you feel isolated from others because of your job, and it wasn't until this evening that you realised how much you'd missed socialising outside of work. “and you’re not just my boss hotch, you’re my friend.”

he tilts his head for a moment, his eyes skim across your face quickly, and you don’t miss the way they linger over your lips. “friends?” he whispers, as he moves closer to you, your back pressing against the island as you take a step back - unsure if you’d be able to hold yourself back, if he got any closer.

‘friends.” you repeated, and before the words had finished leaving your mouth you felt yourself reaching up, your hands were on his shoulders as your press your lips against his. you close your eyes before you can see his reaction, and pull away, not waiting for a reponse. “i’m so sorry - hotch i shouldn’t have…” you whispered, moving away from him and towards the door, if the earth couldn't swallow you up from the ground - the next best option would be to run out of his door.

‘y/n.. y/n wait.” he followed you, quickening his footsteps and grabbing hold of your wrist to stop you moving any further. he drew you close to him and reached up to touch your face. His hands were startlingly cold next to your heated cheeks but you couldn't bring yourself to care. “friends kiss each other all the time, right?” before you can reply, he’s kissing you and this time there’s no hesitancy, no confusion - its perfect, your lips mould together as though they were made for this…like you were made for each other.

despite wanting to freeze the moment, and live in it forever - you pulled away. ‘i- i should go, it’s late and jack will be back soon.” you say, and he nods in response - you’re acutely aware of his hands still holding your face. you bring your own hands up, to place over his. “but we should do this again… as friends.” you smile, as you walk away and open the door.

“or maybe more?” he asks, taking you by surprise for the third time that night. your lips meet his again, for a brief moment, before answering.

“or maybe more.”

thank you so much for this request and I'm so sorry it took an eternity to get it done. please send me some more requests, i can't believe how much I have missed writing.

#crying and sobbing #YUM #i love how this kiss happens #my breath is caught in my throat #hotch UGH

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AHHH THANK YOU SM FOR 3K EVERYONE!!! 💕💕 this is so exciting! idrk what to do to celebrate but if y’all have any ideas lmk!!

#3k???#idek how this happened this is wild #but i’m so happy it did!

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hi!! i couldn’t find your ask limits or anything so i hope i don’t offend you or anything. :) i love ur work and was wondering if you could possibly write something about prof!hotch x law student! fem! reader?? maybe he’s her prof or she interns for him or something? lowkey would love smutty prof hotch i think

hi hi!! omg i’m sorry my ask limits were hard to find they should be in my masterlist but here it is if not!

oooh i’ve never written hotch before but i’ve been curious about starting! i love the idea of smutty prof hotch YES! 💕

#maybe i’ll try writing for hotch this will be new but fun #ssa hotchner #prof!hotch #sophi talks

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switchblade faith//spencer reid - chapter 12

summary: one month after joining the BAU, Clea is still settling in. between solving murders and getting acclimated to DC, the only comfortable thing in her life is her new friendship with Dr. Spencer Reid. (Baby Spence)

pairing: Fem!OC x Spencer

word count: 3.4k

content warnings: slight angst

A/N: hey everyone! i hope you're all doing well. i'm so sorry for the late update but i'm really excited about where this chapter is headed. see you soon <3

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I watch the sunlight hit the wing of the jet and reflect off the metal. before we've even landed, I can practically feel the warmth of the Los Angeles sun in my mind. even though we're here for a case, all I can think about is how much nicer the weather will be.

"the light will damage your eyes." Reid's voice across from me jolts me back to reality. he redirects me to the chess board, where he's apparently already made his move and is waiting for me to do the same.

I frown. "whatever."

normally, there'd be some kind of clock to keep track of our moves, but Spencer has been keeping our progress slow. it's appreciated, as I'm still familiarizing myself with the rules of the game and different playing strategies. of course, I want to be good, but it's much easier said than done.

"looking forward to LA?" I ask to bide my time while the doctor stares at the board. he rests his knuckles beneath his chin, then looks up at me. the dimming light catches his eyes in a honeyed tone.

"it's okay, as long as we're not outside often."

"okay, Dracula." I tease. he sighs the kind of sigh he does when he has a lot to say but doesn't want to compact all of it for the rest of us ordinary people to understand.

"I just don't like the heat."

"good thing you moved to DC." I reply sarcastically.

he seems like he wants to say something in response, then decides against it. instead, he taps a long finger on the wooden board. "pay attention."

"I don't wanna do this anymore, Spence." I whine. just then, JJ passes by with a cup of coffee and rests her hand on the top of my seat.

"do what?"

"chess," Spencer gives her a look asking for help before turning his gaze back to me. "you can't just give up every time something gets hard."

"I can if it's something I don't care about," I roll my eyes. "he keeps beating me, too. it's defeating."

"then play smarter." Reid gives me a challenging smile.

"give her a break, Reid." JJ musses his hair as she walks past him and to her own spot. as Spencer fixes it with a blush, I push down my frustration. I know this is his specialty, but it's not mine and I'm tired.

I give him something of a pleading expression before leaning back in my seat with arms folded. he stares at me for a minute-- or through me, really-- and then to the board. I try to reorient myself and give it another shot, my fingertips pressing impatiently into the surface of the table.

"queen to h4." it comes out while Spencer coughs, the directions clear as day. he lifts his attention to me again and I look at him with confusion. is he really going to let me win? do I even want it?

I want a nap more.

with a satisfying click, I do as he says and trap him. Spencer shakes his head and lets out a breath. "wow."

"shut up." I pick up the pawns and slide them back into the little velvet pouch that they came in. Reid pulls a book out of his bag and opens it, but not before sneaking a small smile over the rim of the pages.

he knows what I'm going to say. "thanks."

"mhmm." he goes back to reading.

the smugness lingers in the air until I eventually doze off to the sound of the engine and the turning of pages.

JJ wakes me up later to fill us in on the case. Hotch has been in the city for a few days already for a conference, but told us to come after a detective friend of his requested our help on a series of murders in the area, all execution-style shots with a .22 caliber handgun.

"the first two victims were Wally Melman and Chloe Harris," she says. "they were both killed in public places. Chloe was killed while walking her dog on the beach in Santa Monica, which she did every morning. Wally was killed outside a massage parlor, which he went to every Tuesday."

"if he knows their schedules he must follow his victims for a while," Morgan frowns as he flips through his file. "and no witnesses for either... he must be able to blend in."

"meticulous." I rub my eyes.

"the most recent victim is Natalie Ryan. she's an actress and there's been tons of media coverage about the murder, so I'd be cautious about paparazzi while we're there." JJ warns us as she settles onto the couch.

I've never worked on a celebrity case before, so this puts me off slightly. the idea of everyone's eyes on us while we work makes me anxious, especially given the nature of LA paparazzi.

...

the coffee is terrible at the precinct. I'm perched on the edge of a desk while Hotch paces back and forth, the detective situated across from the team.

"you think he's an assassin?" he asks dubiously.

Prentiss nods. "there's no obvious links within the victimology-- all the murders were clean except Natalie's boyfriend, Jeremy, who we think was just collateral damage."

"there's no evidence left at any of the crime scenes or any signature, either." Reid rests his chin on his knuckles, eyebrows furrowed. his watch glints under the light. the guy still looks unconvinced, though, so I speak up.

"you're looking for a Type 4 assassin, someone who suffers from a major mental disorder. they're usually delusional."

Reid opens his mouth, likely to explain the other types of assassins, when someone knocks on the doorframe. it's a short, stocky man.

"excuse me," he looks at all of us cramped in the tiny office. "is there a detective Kim here?"

"that's me." the detective stands.

"you're in charge of the Natalie Ryan murder investigation, right?"

at this, my ears perk up. everyone stares at the man.

"my client-- I'm sorry, is there anywhere we can talk about this in private?" he eyes us warily, suddenly uncomfortable with the amount of people around. I'm more intrigued than ever.

"we're all working this case." Kim replies.

"oh," he clears his throat. "well, my client received a note-- I told her not to worry about it, but--"

"where's the note?" Morgan cuts him off.

he hands over a magazine clipping, an article on the Natalie Ryan murder, which has "YOU OWE ME" written in red marker across the page. Morgan gets up.

"where's your client?"

"she's in the other room."

"Reid, Williams, let's go." he follows the man out, Spencer and I trailing quickly behind like ducklings.

there's a separate office tucked into the corner of the precinct, where the man gestures to a young woman sitting in a chair. I don't recognize her, but she looks like a celebrity herself.

"this is my client, Lila Archer." the guy tells us. he must be her manager. the woman turns to see us standing there. she's obviously distraught, silent while we introduce ourselves and until Morgan begins to ask her questions about the note. every question flusters her further.

eventually, the rest of the team comes in to hear her story, and it's clear that the unsub is committing the murders on what they believe is her behalf. once she realizes this, though, she gets overwhelmed and excuses herself abruptly. a few of us glance between each other. Lila's manager, Michael, looks like he's about to go after her, but Hotch asks him to stay for a few more questions and asks one of us to find her instead.

something in my chest flares when Reid volunteers and practically runs out of the room. my eyebrows pull together in confusion and I sense Morgan looking at me, but I don't say anything. instead, I turn my attention to Hotch.

neither of them return for a good ten minutes, and when they do, we're packing up. tonight will be spent putting together a preliminary profile and tomorrow we'll have to figure out what to do. I've been less on my toes than I'd like, too preoccupied by how quickly he offered to find her.

she seems better, if not slightly jumpy. Spencer says something to her and she walks over to Michael. he puts his arm around her shoulder comfortingly. the three of them talk to Hotch in hushed tones and I try to keep from staring.

I'm throwing out the remains of my coffee when Spencer sidles up next to me as if nothing happened. we walk out with the rest of the team into the night air.

"they gave her a security detail, right?" he asks me.

"of course," I wonder what he said to her to calm her down. Spencer has never seemed inclined to console a stranger. "how'd you convince her to come back inside?"

"well, I told her that this person likely started out as a stalker and that these cases usually either culminate in the stalker killing themselves or the object of their desire." he states. my eyebrows fly up.

"you said that?"

"yes," he pauses when he sees my expression. "what?"

"nothing. I'm just surprised she looked so calm when she came back." I shake my head.

"I also said we'd assign 24/7 security to her in the meantime, so that might have helped."

I adjust my bag further up my shoulder. "that was nice of you, to go make sure she was okay."

Spencer smiles at me and any strangeness I was feeling before melts away. something is seriously wrong with me; here he was, just being a nice person, and I was making it about myself.

"are you okay?" he breaks the quiet between us. the team is talking behind us about the case, but I realize that I haven't said anything for a good thirty seconds.

"I think I'm just tired. that coffee was undrinkable."

he laughs. "do you wanna get a new one?"

"are any places still open?" I look at the silky sky above, starless but punctured by the lights of office buildings all around.

"it's 8pm. I'm sure there are." a small grin tugs at his lips, this one rather teasing. I roll my eyes before turning to tell the team we'll meet them at the cars in a few minutes.

we find a small café about two blocks down, filled with twinkling lights and Frank Ocean playing over the speakers. there are plants crammed in every windowsill, their leaves taking on a deep green in the dim, romantic light.

a couple people are situated at the tables. I peruse the fancy options as Spencer grumbles next to me about how stupid it is to have this many choices when ordering coffee.

"you know, I usually disagree when people complain about 'the good old days,' but I really do agree in this particular case." he tells me.

"yeah?" I suppress a grin.

"yes." he folds his arms over his chest. "banana coffee sounds terrible. who is ordering that?"

the person in front of us finishes up and leaves.

"me." I say as I step forward to the register, half out of spite and half curiosity. frankly, it does sound terrible, but this café looks popular so maybe it'll be good.

I can feel Spencer's eyes boring into me as I order, then his pointed, "just a medium black coffee, please," when it's his turn.

"are you paying together or separately?" the barista asks us.

"I am not paying for that." Spencer turns to me. I laugh and hand over my card.

"together, thanks."

he shakes his head at me as we walk to the other end of the bar to wait for our drinks.

"you're gonna regret that flavor, I'm calling it now." he says offhandedly.

"be nice to me, Reid. I paid for your drink."

"I didn't ask you to!" his voice goes up an octave. I nudge his shoulder, and, to my surprise, he nudges mine back. heat rushes into my cheeks and then our coffees are on the counter and I taste it as we walk back out into the street.

it takes everything in me not to wrinkle my entire face up.

"how is it?" Spencer is watching me intently. I can see the triumphant smile threatening to break out, the light in his eyes making me feel a bit better about earlier.

"it's good." I lie through my teeth. Reid sees right through me, however, and grabs the cup out of my hand. to my astonishment, he takes a sip with the same straw I was using. he nearly gags.

"oh, that's bad." he laughs and it sounds almost like a giggle, which is infectious.

"it tastes like if someone took a banana and straight espresso and then smashed them together without any sugar."

"it just tastes like tar."

"will you pay me $5 to finish this?" I hold it up like a trophy, like drinking it will be a feat.

"absolutely not," he shakes his head. "I'm not paying for your mistake."

the rest of our walk back to the car is lighthearted, our laughter floating up into the city air like the heat. Spencer brags about how delicious his coffee is, how unmarred by silly flavors, and I feel our bodies growing closer together.

the sidewalk is somewhat wide, but we're walking pretty much shoulder to shoulder, our hands brushing once by accident. I feel like a middle schooler, the way I withdraw my touch as if it's shocked me. it's hard not to notice, though, when Spencer is usually someone who prefers more space. here he is, knuckles grazing mine while we chat.

our friendship is so new, yet so much has happened since we met. this job compresses time and fills every day with something freshly horrifying. there's something about working with Reid that makes me feel like we've known each other forever, though. I spend so much time with him that I'm now highly aware of all his habits and tendencies, what the different pitches of his voice mean and the secret preferences he harbors about the most minute things.

something about it is terrifying, how easily he has threaded himself into my life, but thrilling as well. all I can think about is how after I showered at his apartment and fell asleep on that plush couch, how I woke up to the sound of him washing our mugs in the kitchen sink and didn't want to be anywhere else in the world.

he sticks close to my side until we see the team standing by the cars, their moods much more austere than our own. for a second, I had forgotten why we're here.

"ready to go?" Prentiss looks between the two of us.

"yeah, we're good." I find myself moving away from Spencer, realizing how inappropriate our chumminess right now might seem.

I can feel Spencer's eyes on me as I go to get into the car, mine meeting his right before I get inside. I bite down on my tongue.

...

the next day is just as sunny as the previous one when we arrive at the studio where Lila is shooting for her television show. everyone around us is moving in a hurry, the chaos of which I can tell puts Spencer on edge. his attention darts between crew members and the beach setting they're using.

"why is she even working right now?" I lean over and ask Prentiss as we make our way to Lila. she's in a bikini, sitting in a chair while Michael talks to her. as a makeup artist slides a kabuki brush over her cheek, I notice that she seems far more composed than she did last night. she laughs at something he says.

"she said she refuses to be stuck in a hotel room until we find the guy." Emily shrugs. I raise an eyebrow but don't push it further.

Michael leaves her when another woman comes over in a headset and hands Lila an orange envelope. they have a short conversation, but she too disappears quickly. Spencer and Emily and I approach the actress in the chair while she reads the sheet of paper that was in the envelope. her expression changes to something much more concerned.

"Lila." Reid calls to her. she glances up and sees the three of us, smiling weakly.

"Spencer." she says his first name like they're close.

"everything alright, Miss Archer?" Prentiss notices Lila's body language.

"um," she hesitates. "my assistant just said this was posted on my door."

Prentiss takes the paper from her and reads it, then passes it to Reid and me.

"Lila-- I've always been so good to you. why would you go to the police?" is the only thing on it.

my stomach drops. Prentiss and I share a look and I know what she's thinking before she hands the sheet back to Lila. "would we be able to go to your trailer, Miss Archer? Detective Kim is on his way here and it would be better to discuss this in a private space."

she nods and we walk to her trailer. the inside is simple, just a couch, TV, and a vanity that also has a couple framed photos of the actress with friends and family. Spencer and I sit on the couch while Emily stands by the door. Lila has her arms crossed anxiously over her chest, silent, when Kim arrives.

we tell them that based on the wording of the note, the stalker is likely someone she knows. at the idea of stopping her work for a little while, Lila prickles and argues that she only has one more scene to shoot.

the woman who brought her the note earlier pops her head into the trailer and tells Lila they're ready for her on set again. she turns to all of us serenely.

"I'm staying at work." she walks out of the trailer, leaving us sitting there. I notice Spencer's eyes following her with a surprised expression, maybe impressed.

I clear my throat as soon as the door closes behind her. "look, I didn't want to freak her out more, but mentioning the police might mean this guy is altering his agenda."

"what do you mean?" Kim frowns at me.

"she didn't go alone to the police." Emily finishes my thought, the one we shared when we first read the paper. she straightens. "I'm gonna go check in with Michael."

"we'll keep an eye on her." I get off the couch.

"I'll hang back, too." Kim nods.

we end up on the set again, waiting for Prentiss to finish up with the manager while drinking sodas. Lila is at the snack bar in a robe, making herself a cup of coffee.

"I'm gonna go talk to her." Reid tells me. I nod and watch him go in front of one of the enormous cameras, accidentally bumping into one and apologizing profusely.

despite myself, I watch them. she sees him coming and offers a friendly smile. his back is to me, but he's rocking slightly on his toes, his usual poor posture making him look even more awkward. I can practically feel the nervous energy crackling around him.

something twists in my stomach, but I try to brush it aside. I shouldn't be staring. there's not much else for me to do, though. I see her take a sip of the coffee, make a face, and immediately reach for his Coke.

she asks him something, he shakes his head, and she drinks from the bottle. my jaw nearly drops. this time, I can't help gaping at the sight. it only gets worse when she tosses off her robe and walks back onto the set, looking stunning in her bikini. Spencer isn't looking at her at all, but it sets something immaturely evil off inside me.

I toss my Sprite into the trash and go to wait somewhere in this studio that's as far as possible from them. I'm nauseated. I need to keep her in my sight as part of my job, but I'm sure Reid has that covered.

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working on switchblade faith update rn ☺️ update coming soon! i’ve been watching cm like nonstop the past week so i’ll be writing as much as i can 🤍

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just wanted to say i’m so excited to see you’re back! i love your writing! 🥰

yay i’m so excited to be back!! thank you for saying that 🫶i’m gonna be writing tonight and i’m feeling so happy rn

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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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spencersawkward · 2 years

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hey i just wanted to lyk that in ur most resent post, you state the reader is gn but the description uses she pronouns referrring to them.

omg you’re right im so sorry i edited the blurb to be gender neutral last night but i must have just missed that part 😭 i’ve fixed it now thank you for letting me know ☺️

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BEGGING for a part two to potential please 🥲🥲🥲

omg im glad you liked it!! i have some more in the drafts for it but i didn’t want it to be too long for one post so maybe i’ll post more later 🤍

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potential//spencer reid blurb

summary: gn!reader works late with Spencer and begins to question their feelings about him.

pairing: gn!reader x baby!Spencer

word count: 1.1k

content warnings: literally just fluff!

a/n: hi guys!! sorry it’s been so long i’ve had a long spring. but i’m with Pri rn in Europe and i’ll be writing nonstop for a program so i’m getting back into cm rn. i miss being on here and i’m so excited to share more. anyway enjoy this fluff!

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you slip a headache pill into your mouth before taking the first sip of your coffee, looking up at the mostly empty bull pen. you probably should have switched over to chamomile tea or something, but you're not sure when you'll get to go home. there's been a bunch of paperwork today, and you're determined to finish it. something about a stack of disorganized and empty sheets on your desk gives you anxiety.

from here, you can see Hotch sitting in his office, the lamp casting a warm glow over his scowling face. JJ has just gone home, but the floral scent of her perfume still lingers in the kitchen area. you lean against the counter and try not to watch the clock.

just as you're about to return to your desk, the shuffling sound of footsteps in the hallway startles you. there aren't usually many people around this late. you set the mug down gingerly and listen. the footsteps stop for a moment, then start again, sounding closer.

you try to think of who else might be here late and come up empty. everyone seemed like they had plans for whatever free time they were given here. it wasn't helping that someone had snuck into the building not too long ago. they didn't try to reach the BAU's floor, but it shook you regardless. such a fortress-like workplace was incredibly difficult to get into without proper identification.

you shake your head at your own paranoia. the chances of it happening again are a sliver at best, and even then you know Hotch is here. it's not like you'd be alone.

still, you find yourself moving slowly through the kitchen area, holding your breath as the footsteps stop and start again.

you're about to turn the corner to see the elevators when you run right into someone. you know it's Spencer before you even have the chance to look up. you know his wrinkled button-up and his thin frame and his coffee-grounds-and-ink scent. and you especially know the uncomfortable sound he lets out when the collision startles him.

"oh god." you shake your head, your hand instinctually resting on Spencer's arm. you straighten to look up at him, his expression slightly flustered.

"sorry." he glances down at himself as though worried you've put yet another wrinkle in his shirt, then at your hand. you drop it.

"I didn't know you were working late." you can feel your lips turning up in a grin as you say it.

you and Spencer have gotten close since you started working with the BAU— or as close as Spencer really lets the people he hasn't known long. you like the earnestness and honesty of his disposition. it makes you feel safe.

"I just wanted to pick up some food." he lifts one of his hands to show a takeout bag with the receipt still stuck on front. Chinese food.

"I was worried you were another intruder." you set a hand on your chest, heart rate dropping to a healthier level. Spencer just frowns.

"the likelihood of that happening again is nearly infinitesimal. they've practically doubled security since the last time." he finishes the statement with a smile, like he's trying to assure you.

"ah, well that's good." you nod slowly. the delicious smells wafting from the takeout bag make your stomach growl. to your horror, Spencer notices it.

"I got too many egg rolls, if you'd like to have some." he offers. you know he doesn't usually share food, so the genuine kindness in his eyes softens you up even more. he seems like he's been having a long night too.

"sure. thanks." you turn to head back into the office, Reid at your heels. quickly, you turn around and whisper in his ear. "you should bring some to Hotch."

your friend practically shudders at the idea. "no way."

you laugh and head to the kitchen to get some plates for the food while Spencer unpacks everything with care. there's the box of egg rolls, but also tons of noodles, rice, and delicious-smelling chicken that make your mouth water.

"I was hungry." Spencer seems like he's trying to defend himself with the way you're staring at the spread of food. his brow is furrowed as he watches you get utensils from the kitchen drawers.

"I didn't say anything." you laugh.

"you were thinking it."

"just put some egg rolls on a plate for me, would you?" you roll your eyes playfully as he does what you say.

before long, the two of you are eating in silence together, your feet resting on the edge of an empty chair.

"how's your mom?" he asks as you polish off a box of dumplings.

"good. she really liked meeting you guys last week," you smile. your mother had come to visit and gone out to dinner with the team for about half an hour, when you were all called onto a new case. she knows your job is demanding, though; she just wanted to put some faces to names. especially Spencer, who she thought was God's gift to earth. "she loved you."

"really?" he lights up at this.

"yeah. you remind her of someone from her childhood, I guess."

"they must be really funny and smart." he smirks down at his plate, but the joking tone still lands and brings a smile to your face.

"did you just make a joke, Dr. Reid?" you look at him with surprise.

"maybe."

"wow," you shake your head and pop open another takeout box. "you are not the man I thought you were."

"and what man was that?" he raises an eyebrow, the smile still in his voice. you can tell he's genuinely curious, though.

"serious all the time, hates fun."

"I don't hate fun."

"sure." you wink at him over the food. just before you look back down, you notice the blush creeping up his neck and over his cheeks. it's subtle. you find your heart beating a bit quicker. you like the effect you have on him. it spreads a warmth through your stomach, the kind of blush he wouldn't be able to see.

you watch him for a moment, struggling with his chopsticks and finally getting it right, his focused expression melting into one of quiet triumph. there's something about him that reminds you of home. whatever your mom saw, some glimmer of nostalgic affection, you see it too. it's the kind of feeling that makes you want to grab his hand; but that would be unprofessional, of course.

instead, you look back at your food and try to push the thought away.

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hotch (smut) concept…

sex in the suv. him pulling you onto his lap because he needs you right. now. bruising kisses and deep thrusts and his hands everywhere because the case is too much and he needs the reminder that there’s some good in the world.

oh i love everything about this (smut under read more)

it starts when hes watching you talk to innocent people involved in the case, how sweet and gentle you are with them. how you give out kindness and expect nothing in return. how pure your intentions are, how pure you are.

its overwhelming how much he loves you but he cant do anything in that moment so he waits, he waits until the team is going back to the hotel for the night, purposely keeping you back with him so you could ride alone. he needed to be alone with you.

you’re in the car for all of two minutes before he’s kissing you, completely disregarding how close to the precinct the car is, he doesn’t care he just needs to be close to you. he pulls away for a moment, turns the key and drives, as far as he needs to drive to find some privacy. he hates how he cant give you the comfort you deserve, the safety 4 walls can provide. but he knows you’ll understand, you always do.

“are you ok?” you ask him, and he looks at you - into your eyes, wide with worry and innocence. you’re still new to the team, you haven’t seen the worst of humanity just yet- you still have hope and belief. its been so long since he’s seen that. its silent for a moment, and then he’s lifting you up as best as he can and placing you on his lap. your body is pressed against his, and he can feel your heartbeat pick up as his hands move over your body.

“im always ok with you.” he says, pushing his seat back but keeping you just as close. he’s glad you chose to wear a skirt that morning - his hands moving away from your hips to your thighs, creeping their way up. “are you ok?” he repeats the question back to you. and all you can do is nod, and pull him closer if possible.

its all rushed in the slowest way possible - he pushes your panties aside and slides a finger across your slit, testing the waters. you bite back a whimper, not wanting to distract him from what he was concentrating on. “you’re so wet.” he says simply and you almost laugh at his surprised tone, as though he hasn’t seen or felt you hundreds of times before. he slips two fingers into you with ease, silencing the whine that leaves your lips by bringing his other hand to your face and placing his thumb on your tongue watching as you wrapped your lips around it like second nature. “good girl, you’re so good.”

it continues like this for a few moments, its late now, past midnight and no doubt the team is asleep, there's no need to hurry back. he pulls his fingers out of you before placing them against your tongue - watching as you cleaned up perfectly. perfect, you’re perfect he thinks. he uses his thumb to push your panties aside again, sliding himself in you - slowly, allowing you to adjust and feel every inch of him. his hands are gripping you so tight you don't doubt they’ll leave marks, pretty purple marks that you would wear for eternity.

“aaron… you can move.” you whisper, collapsing against him as he shifts slightly. you’re still holding his face in your palms, and you can feel his expressions change as he starts to thrust his hips. it’s difficult, in the tiny space - its not fast, it cant be. but the angle you’re at makes him go so much deeper and the feeling of being filled by him consumes every fibre of your being.

“i love you.” he whispers, once, twice and over and over again. i love you i love you i love you. the words match his thrusts, and he keeps pulling you closer - so close you begin to doubt you aren’t just one person. you and aaron - a good man, someone who cares for the people around him, someone who cares about you more than he does himself. he’s so good and he doesn’t hear it enough.

“i love you.” you repeat back, just once. but he knows it means more, those three words encapsulate everything he needs to hear. his hips stutter for a moment, and you feel him relax as he cums inside you. filling you up in a completely different way, but one that feels just as good. his hips continue to move, barely - almost subconsciously as he brings his hand to your face, brushing away the tears that had collected before placing his lips on yours again.

“thank you.” he says, barely pulling away - his lips still grazing over yours. “for everything, for being who you are, for loving me.” he removes himself from you slowly, and you all but collapse onto him again. his fingers are stroking across your back, tiptoeing against your spine in a way that made you giggle.

“you never have to thank me aaron, i love you. i will always love you - you deserve all the love in the world, but i will settle for giving you all of mine.”

#GOODNIGHT i’m obsessed with this #sex in the SUV is such a vibe #i know this is hotch not spencer but i wanted to share #the smut is SO HOT and emotional???#pri you’re magical

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