#criminal minds onshots
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Maybe... just this once?
A/N
Nothing like some smut to make myself feel better
Summery: Aaron is overworked and he needs to get out some frustration... that's it
Warnings: NSFW, oral (m receiving) age gap, v penetration (pregnancy doesn't exist here), fingering
Word count - 1.8k
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I loved my job, always helping out with my students and seeing the joy on their face when they passed their tests. Specifically the dedicated ones that wanted nothing more than to succeed.
It was a hard week, it always was this time of year. With paperwork and exams surrounding me. Not just that but the constant consultations under my door when I came home. Even when I was off the clock I wasn’t. I was mentally drained and I wanted nothing more than to sit down and let my brain turn off.
When the last paper was placed on the side of my desk I let my head rest and I took deep breaths. All I had to was drag my body towards the car and put the keys in the ignition.
I don’t remember the drive home, for all I know I could’ve ran every red light but I didn’t care.
When the door swung open I noticed the lights in the kitchen were still on. Now I felt like shit even more than I already did. “Y/n”, I called out. I saw her legs step out from behind the wall. My eyes floated up her body until I saw her face and I shook my head. God I need sleep.
“I’m sorry for staying out so late and not calling ahead.” I shrugged off my coat, threw it on the hook, and made my way towards her. It was the first time I got a glimpse of the clock, it was one o’clock in the morning.
“It’s alright, I figured it would happen eventually. Do you want a drink?”
Her warm eyes met mine, “Yes actually, thank you.”
My hand was on the counter while I took a sip from the beer she handed me. “Rough day?”, she asks to which I sighed gruffly.
“Something like that.” She takes a beer for herself and leans against the wall.
“Tell me about it.”
“You don’t want to know all the boring details.”
“Well I know how boring it must be being a professor and all but clearly,” She gestures to my body while smirking. Holding so much tension I’m griping the bottle and clenching my jaw till my teeth hurt. “you need to let it out. Let me help you.” I could sense the sarcasm. As much as I liked it I wasn’t feeling up to our usual banter.
“Another time, I really just wanna rest.” She nods and pushes off the wall to stand in front of me. Not enough to invade my space but enough for me to get a whiff of her perfume.
My head feels dizzy and I meet her eyes. “How about a movie then? Your pick. I have a clear schedule today. I can leave after.” I wandered down the hallway and into my room. Stripping from the tie and button down.
By the time I walked back out she was curled up on the couch with a blanket laid over her legs. Her shirt was pulled up passed her hips and molded to her side, showing the curve of her waist. Like she sensed my stare her head turned. A small smile spread on her face, "I got more beer."
I walked over and she handed me another after I dropped next to her. Her hand extended across the cushion and she handed me the remote. My fingertip brushed the back of her hand. I could easy get a grip on her wrist and pull her close to me. Letting me kiss the soft plain of her skin.
Catching myself I muttered thank you and turned on a movie. Throughout the course of the movie we had drank several beers. My whole body buzzed with heat. My eyes seemed to have a mind of their own and I scanned the woman next to me.
The blanket was now on the floor and she was left with shorts that went farther than I thought. Was she wearing those before.
She shifted her leg off the pillow and it landed on my lap. We were both too gone to care but that didn't stop me from putting a palm on her calf.
I heard the small gasp leave her lips. She didn't protest the action, seeing a small glint in her now expanding pupils. "I'm sorry", I said.
"It's okay." She soon put her other leg on my lap. Was she doing this on purpose. If she was then it was an offering? I wanted to know if her intentions were clear or a mindless action.
What did I want to happen. Have we flirted before... sure but that was innocent right? Nothing was ever going to happen she was far too young. She had a job and did it fairly well. My daughter loved her and I was quite fond of her. A touch here and there. A lingering hand on my bicep when she hugged me.
My hands moved and soothed up and down her legs. I saw her chest move the slightest bit faster and the beating of her heart. I don't know how long that went on but soon she was sitting up next to me.
"You okay?" She asked now having a hand on my thigh. How did this escalate? We're drunk-- fuck
"What're you doing?"
She stilled her movements and looked at me, "Do you want me to stop?"
I should say yes, both of us clearly intoxicated and not thinking clearly. I never would’ve said yes with a sober mind or her for that fact. But of course they say drunk minds speak sober thoughts and that was the case.
I shook my head and her fingers kneaded the flesh under my sweatpants. God the littlest thing could get me off right now.
With a hand settled on the nape of her neck I pulled her into me. My lips molding with hers like putty. Her taste flooded my mind and I pushed further, slipping her the smallest bit of my tongue.
She greatly accepted with a moan and her hand palmed over my hard on. She pulled away with a smirk. "Are you sure?" I asked.
This is a terrible idea. "No its not. We both want this."
I had said that out loud and she was right, we both wanted this. The amount of time I thought about gripping her hips was sinful.
She sized me up and my eyes fluttered shut. She tugged my head back to hers and kissed me. Her hand slid past my waistband and my cock was met with her hot hand. I hissed at the contact and that only spurred her on.
It had been far too long since I had sex. Most would consider it sad but it wasn't in the cards for me unless it was strictly a hookup... that wasn't me an I always hated how it made me feel afterwards. I needed some sort of connection and right now that was happening. Any other day I would’ve resisted but, maybe for once I could get what I wanted.
I felt her lowering and I pulled her hair back up. Her face was pink, heat already rising up the back of her neck. "I want to do this." She said confidently and processed to lick the side of my cock.
Her hot mouth wrapped around the tip and her tongue swirled in circles. My fingers tightened around her roots. Dropping her mouth, she was so wet, spit coated me and her hand easily glided with her movements.
My heart raced, her tongue ran up and down the size of me, and to the slit of my dick. Tugging on my strains I made her face me. “We need to be quiet okay?” I whispered raggedly. Her eagerness dragged me over her.
Her hair was spread out on the pillows and she gazed up at me. Moving my head I lifted her shirt and took those beautiful tits into my mouth. Her back arched into my chest and my finger toyed with the outside of her underwear.
“Please.” I pushed the fabric aside and my fingertip rubbed her clit with the slightest bit of pressure. The low hums of pleasure filled the living room, I kissed her and took in every little noise.
Pushing a finger inside she released a small whine. I reached to the sides and brought her legs to wrap around my sides. I never stopped the stroke of my fingers against her walls and the tightening of her told me all I needed to know.
“Come on, I know you can do it for me.” My other hand dragged over her scalp and pushed hair from her face, cupping her cheek, anything I could do to make her feel wanted and not used.
Through her orgasm she tugged my body closer, her breath in my ear. With the wet kisses she laid on the column of my neck I slid a hand under her ass and pushed forwards.
Her gasp twisted into a breathy moan, "You feel that princess, all for you."
With a firm bite to my lip she responded, "Don't make me beg for it."
Her hands were in my waistband once again, "I wouldn't want you to do that... unless you asked" A crooked smile spread across her gorgeous face. With her help I kicked off my pants and boxers.
My cock nestled in-between her thighs, with a guided hand, and a slow push it all happened too fast. Her grip tightened in my hair and my hand was quick to cover her mouth when her moan started pouring out.
"Quiet... remember." She nodded and whimpered matching up with the slow pace I was building.
Her body gripped me tight and felt like it was sucking me inside her more, like her body couldn't get enough. My hand returned to her ass, tilting her hips upwards to get a deeper angle. "Fuc--fuck."
My forehead rested on hers, "Come on."
Heavy breaths and moans were suppressed with her lips locked onto mine and she wasn’t letting go anytime soon. The heat surrounded us and she had sweat covering the valley between her breasts.
I wanted it to last as long as I could make it but the combination her squeezing my cock with every pump and her nails now dragging from my lower back to shoulders I knew it wasn't going to happen.
I gripped her thighs and swung them to press against her chest. “Aaron oh--”, she gasped and bit her hand. Kneeing over her my hand settled on her hip and I drove into her continuously.
I muttered under my breath and when the time came I completely covered her with my body. “I think we need to breathe Aaron.” I chuckled and nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Her hands carded through my hair and stared into my eyes.
I could hear our hearts beating in sync, “I don’t want this to be the last time.”
I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, “We’ll figure it out, okay.” I sat up and handed her clothes back to her.
“Okay.” She whispered.
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Bacteria, Parasites and Viruses • S.R
Summary: Following a successful case, Spencer Reid and his girlfriend (Y/N), walk back up to their shared hotel room. After a complication, they end up with a suite and a private outdoor pool. Despite Spencer’s rambling of how dirty pools and hotels are in general, she finds a way for them to still have fun with it, something that even Spencer can’t say no to.
Pairings: Spencer Reid x [F BAU] Reader
Content: Smut, language, established relationship, rough and semi-public sex, light choking, overstim, plot
Author’s Note: This is v loosely based off of season 1, episode 18: Somebody’s Watching and a blurb I wrote that you can find here.
Masterlist | ao3
DISCLAIMER: This story contains sexual content. If you are not 18+, do not read. Remember to practice safe sex and do not use these stories as an educational reference.
In their line of work, the BAU members were reminded daily that the world was filled with vile and evil people that they worked vigorously to hunt down and put away. From murders, rapists, kidnappers and more, there was never a shortage of fucked up people.
Typically, this is how a case went: Hotch would receive a case before briefing everyone by the round table or on the jet. Then, they built a profile and went from there. Usually, it would end in flames; the bad guy gets away, especially when it comes to children. Correction, whenever it came to kids, they always prepared for the worse.
But today was a rare day. A day that shines brightly and reminds them all why they do their job — why they picked their profession. It’s what anyone would call a miracle, even if Spencer would jump in and prove differently with his rambling and facts; they all referred to this day — these cases as miracles.
This case was beyond gruelling. In particular, it seemed to take a toll on JJ and Hotch; it involved three children. To summarize quickly, there were dealing with an erotomaniac stalker who kidnapped the kids from a young couple. When they got to the scene, the odds were already stacked against them. The children had been missing for a little over twenty hours, leaving them with only twenty-eight hours to find them, hopefully, alive. It didn’t help that the kids were also older, dropping the odds of survival.
Twenty-three-year-old Alina Gaplin had rejected the unsub when she was just shy of seventeen when they were teenagers in high school. The unsub never got over it. He thought her adoptive children with Alina’s wife took up too much of her time and were the reason why she didn’t return his affection. So one day after school, claiming to be the father of the Gaplin’s three young children, fled in a dark green SUV.
Everyone expected dead and battered children, but a miracle came their way: they found the unsub before he could even lay a hand on the kids. They were reunited with their mothers, soon to be scheduled with family counselling, a long road of therapy and the unsub was thrown behind bars.
Everyone was in a great mood. To celebrate, the team went out; all of their hard work finally had paid off. Everyone had a few drinks in them and sang to their heart's delight, bubbling with overwhelming joy until their stomachs hurt. Hotch cracked a few jokes, Dererk flirted with a few women; JJ called Will to say goodnight to Henry before shortly partying with Emily and Y/N roped Spencer into a dance, leaving him a blushing mess before turning in for the night.
Spencer’s hand snaked around her waist, protectively. Both were giddy as they walked through the entrance of the hotel. Spencer continued to press a few fleeting kisses to the top of her head before pulling away to avoid too much PDA.
“Goodnight, baby girl!” Derek’s voice rang a bit too loudly in the lobby. The team could hear the happy laughter of Penelope once he pulled the phone away from his ear and clicked it off. A few onlookers stared at him, bewildered, which caused the rest of the group to stifle their laughter in second-hand embarrassment.
“You guys are disgustingly adorable.” Emily cuts in as she looks at them both, making a gagging noise as she stuck out her tongue childishly. “Completely lovesick.”
Y/N rolled her eyes but Spencer cut in, “Did you know that the term lovesick or lovesickness refers to an affliction that typically produces negative feelings like depression when someone’s love is unrequited? Although, luckily for me, I am not lovesick, nor is Y/N. Out feelings are more than mutual. I — we are very much in love.”
“Like she said, pretty boy,” said Derek, clapping Spencer’s shoulder, “Lovesick —” he pauses and enunciates the next word directly at him while ruffling his hair, “Fool.”
“Hush,” Hotch scolded, side-eyeing the group only to fail at masking a smile, “We go back to Quantico in the jet in two hours, but we have a few days off. Is anyone planning to stay behind?”
Nobody piped up.
Hotch nods before making a hand gesture to shoo everyone away; the team waved each other off. There was a bit of daylight left as they headed to their respective rooms. Although, not all of their rooms were on the same floor. Spencer and Y/N, who decided to book a room together, were moved up to a suite due to a mix-up. The same went for JJ and Emily who also shared a room a couple doors down.
Spencer pulled out his key card, sliding it through the door card reader before it clicked open and a small LED light flashed green. Y/N pressed her back against it, pushing the handle down and the door swung open. Spencer groaned, satisfied as he kicked off his shoes and washed his hands before flopping down on the bed. Y/N copied his actions before crawling onto the bed, dropping beside him.
Her hand found its way to his face, pulling him into a kiss.
“Mm,” he moaned, smiling against her lips.
A content and happy sigh left her once she pulled back, her hand sliding down to his chest, playing with the buttons on his white collar shirt. “The ones we win never fail to restore my faith in humanity.”
Spencer didn’t reply but simply responded by cupping her cheek with one hand. His finger stroking her skin delicately with his thumb. They both gazed into their eyes. The corner of his eyes crinkled and his eyes shined in pure light and love. They basked in each other’s company; moments like these are what made all the bad worthwhile.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
Their hearts fluttered.
He leaned in again, kissing the tip of her nose before getting up again. He began to pack their suitcases and suggested grabbing Chinese food before they headed on the jet. Y/N agreed, rolling over on the bed and glanced over to the pool outside. They had only spent less than an hour in the accidental suite and had another four days they could spend in it. The case had ended early and Y/N never had a suite, let alone a living room, small kitchen and a private pool this flashy to herself! It would be a shame to not at least take a little bit of advantage of it. The team always slept in dingy motels where the walls were too thin. It would be such a waste…
She pulled out her phone from the pocket of her pants and clicked it to view the lock screen.
8:32 PM. She had plenty of time to pack, swim around for a bit, get food and leave.
“I’m going for a quick swim!” she tells Spencer who seemed far too fascinated with a stack of papers he fiddled around with. “Do you want to come?”
“Er — I’ll be out in a second.”
Y/N went to open the sliding glass door, padding her way to the pool. She didn’t bring a swimsuit, so she opted to strip down, only wearing her underwear and went to click on a large button by the side of the pool that read: whirlpool.
The water began to pump across several jets in the walls of the pool, the water heated and turned into a large jacuzzi. Y/N walked to the pool, dipped her toes into it: warm. Then, she sank into it and felt the warm water soothe her aching bones.
Swimming a few laps, she watched the sun further descend beyond the horizon.
“Having fun?”
She turned her head to the familiar voice and stared in awe. Photographers call it the golden hour and Y/N suddenly understood why.
Spencer’s skin looked delicate and sun-kissed. His tie was loosened and the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. The shadows on his face were highlighted, showcasing the sharpest point of his face.
He looked like a painting.
Spencer bent down in a crouching position as Y/N swam up to him before toying with his red tie. “It would be more fun with you.”
His eyes flickered down to her lips and back to her eyes, repeating the motion several times. He hesitated and his eyebrows furrowed, head tilted to the side.
“Ugh, Reid?”
"I want to get in, but uh — around 40% of people often don't shower before stepping inside their own swimming pool. From that, we can estimate that percentage is higher because this is a hotel and we all know hotels typically don't wash or clean thoroughly like expected. And not to mention that means we're probably — definitely swimming in someone else's fecal matter and other bodily fluids. The CDC suggests that about 0.14 grams of —"
She wrapped her hands around his wrist, catching Spencer off-guard and managed to pull him into the water. The momentum flipped him in as he fell with a splash.
His body was underwater for a few seconds before he swam up to the top, pushing back his hair that now stuck to his face. Without giving him much time to react, she grabbed his wet tie, pulling him closer to her. Their lips barely touched and Spencer’s breath hitched.
“Spence, as sexy as your… fecal matter talk is, I have better ideas.
As he opened his mouth again, eager to embark on another monologue, she closed the distance and kissed him. It took a moment for Spencer’s brain to catch up until one of his hands came up to cup her face again. His other hand stroked the sides of her body, letting his fingers roam wildly.
His kisses turned hungry and desperate as if it was the last time he’d ever get to kiss her. These were the best kind of Spencer kisses.
Spencer was the first to pull away, but his hands remained on her face, stroking it lovingly. His breathing picked up and his shallow sighs fanned her face, pupils dilated.
“You really are beautiful.”
She felt herself being back up against the wall of the pool as her legs instinctively wrapped against him. His entire body was now hunched over as he pressed his chest to hers. His knee was wedged in between her legs, propping her upwards. Her arms locked behind his neck as she toyed with a curly strand of hair on the nape before her hand glided up his skull to only have her tug on his hair harshly. He took a shaky breath and swiped his tongue across his lips before he lent in again.
Y/N felt him moan into his next kiss and began to rock against him once she felt his pants tighten. The strangled nose he made only sent jolts down her core. She continued to kiss him before trailing a few kisses down his jaw and to his neck. Spencer was too busy now as his focus was turned towards the remaining straps from her swimwear. He simply unclasped the hooks, letting her bra completely drop as he stared at her soft breast. His hand went straight to touch them before cradling them, kneading them softly. His fingers brushed against her nipple that left her gasping softly.
She felt very exposed. Her hand came to cover her chest before Spencer grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from her body was a small, reassuring smile. Instead, he then began to focus on his clothes to distract her from the small embarrassment she felt.
Now, it was her turn to make a move. Y/N’s hands flew to his trousers, unbuckling them as she feverishly left kisses across his chest. Spencer aided her, completely ridding of his clothes, heavy and soaked with water. Not wanting to get chlorine water in her mouth, she simply took her hand and rolled her thumb onto the slit of his cock. Spencer took a sharp inhale as he let out a shaky breath, letting his head tilt back. His hips buckled as a low groan came out, trying not to alert JJ and Emily.
Her wrist pumped his cock and she marvelled at the way he reacted. She watched him melt into her, smirking at the complete and utter control he gave her. Knowing that she was the cause of his pleasure caused her to feel an ungodly amount of pride and confidence bloom in her chest.
"Having fun?" She smirked at him. At this, his eyes peered open, darken as he tutted a bit before taking her hands off of his cock and took her into his arms and flipped her around. Spencer positioned her body so the jet of water pumped a rush of water onto her clit and pushed her body to lean against the edge.
Then, he leant in for another kiss as his movements picked up as he rubbed fast circles with his fingers. After a minute or two of becoming impatient, Spencer took his fingers and glided over her slit before slowly sinking them in, stretching her walls and pushed in and out to gauge her reaction. When she moaned and then sighed in content, Spencer sped up and latched his mouth onto her nipple, his tongue sucking and nipping at it harshly.
The quick sensation of pain before it morphed into melting pleasure was becoming too much as he pressed the heel of his palm downwards to add pressure onto her clit. Instinctively, she curled her body towards Spencer as her head fell back into the crook of his neck.
"Doesn't that feel good?' He asked mockingly. The smugness in his voice normally would've earned a playfully nudge, but it added another leave of pleasure.
He removed his fingers before positioning his cock, pushing in softly before tilling, letting her get used to the feeling. The added pressure of the water jet and Spencer’s cock and the breathy moan he let out already sent her mind into a state of bliss.
“Be good for me and you’ll get what you want,” he whispers against the shell of her ear before thrusting into her, setting a fairly medium to fast pace. Water splashed in and out of the pool.
Her legs kept spreading apart, almost slipping before Spencer uses his body and cages her, keeping her in place before sneaking a hand around her throat. A moan escaped and had Spencer chuckling, “Having fun?”
She weakly nods, his pace increases.
“Aw, you’re going to come aren’t you? That fast?” He chuckles at her reaction, speaking with false sympathy as he stared down at her fucked out expression. The building and constant pressure on her clit from the water jets, Spencer’s switch in tone and demeanour, the slamming of his cock and breast being stimulated from the splashing of cold water and brushing against the cool tiles of the pool caused her very fast orgasm to approach. She nods her head, which only causes Spencer to grab their jaw, forcing them to look at him. “Too fucking bad.”
Spencer pulled out, which left her whimpering from the sudden loss of touch. She turned around, looking at Spencer and opened her mouth only to have him look her in the eyes and picked her up, propping her onto the edge of the pool, gently pushed the rest of her body down as her legs dangling in the water; giving him full access to her pussy.
He spread her legs, his lips ghosting over her inner thighs, kissing everywhere except where she wanted it most. Subconsciously, Y/N tries to push his head down further, only to have Spencer grab her wrist and pin them to the side of her body.
He chuckles at her reaction. “What do you want?” Spencer taunts.
Cheeky bastard was trying to embarrass her. She held back the urge to roll her eyes to prevent Spencer from denying her even more and asked in a sickeningly sweet voice, “Please, touch me.”
“Ah — see? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
And so he continued with his silent promise. He attached his lips around her clit as he probed his calloused finger into her. His tongue swirls in fast, delicate circles which had her moaning Spencer’s name like a broken record.
As much as she was enjoying this, the bumpy concrete ground was harsh on her skin. Instead, she sat upright and looked at Spencer through half-lidded eyes. A light pink blush tinted the apple of his cheeks as his eyes quickly scanned her face. Assuming that she wanted to stop, he began to pull away.
"Bed?"
There was that crooked smile again. His smile was incredibly wide as he nodded and pushed up on the edge of the pool and got out, leaving his pants to sink at the bottom of the pool. He bent down and picked her up. His large, yet slender hands found their way to her ass, grabbing at it and trailed kisses down her neck before sucking at the base.
A small gasp came from her lips as she felt her smile against her skin, he moaned slightly as he continued to suck.
Spencer paused briefly a few times to open the door to re-enter their hotel room. But, once he slid the door shut, he pushed and then pinned her against the wall. "Are you sure you want to?" He asked quietly. His voice had dropped and came out raspier, its entire tone shifting.
She meets his eyes, "Yes."
He hummed in approval before throwing her onto the bed, not bothering to turn on any lights as the moonlight peering in from the glass door poor over their skin.
He crawled over her, water droplets fell onto her as his hand slid down her breast as he teased the nipple slowly, tracing the outline with his thumb; pinching it and rolling it whilst massaging the rest of her breast. His tongue lapped at her bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside. Spencer continued to run his hands up and down her body to build anticipation until he prodded his ring and middle finger at her lips.
Knowing what he wanted, she opened his mouth and sucked his fingers tentatively as his tongue swirled around his fingers. Spencer's eyes were attached to her face and his eyes were dark.
Once happy, he pulled his hand away and snaked his hands to part her thighs. His fingers brushed gently against her clit as a small whimper left her lips. Spencer chuckled at the noise as he cradled her body and positioned himself to the side of her body. Spencer’s fingers teased her slit before he pressed his fingers in, her pussy sucking them in with ease due to the prior fucking. He continued to stretch her out until Y/N became impatient, whining for more.
And then he gave.
In a swift motion, Spencer's fingers retreated. A whine of frustration came out in puffs before he quickly kissed her body, travelling down her body before he was nested in between her legs.
He pressed a kiss to her clit before his tongue slid up and down her folds. His tongue continued to do so before moving its way to her clit and her fingers returned to pumping in and out.
Her head continued to toss on either side as her hands flew to Spencer's head and tugged again at his messy brown hair which began to dry.
The sensation was too much as the familiar bubble settled at the pit of her stomach and boomed. A warm, trickling feeling sent shockwaves throughout her body as Spencer continued his handiwork as she rode out her orgasm.
Even then, he continued to lap at her as his arms held her hips and legs down. It was only until she began to tremble was when he pulled back, smiling again.
"Atta girl."
As she studied his face, his mouth and chin shined in the silver light, glistening. Still too shaken to say much, Spencer guided her into a sitting position and kissed her. He let her take a moment to collect herself and asked if she wanted to continue. With another verbal answer, Spencer backed up against the bed frame and helped her straddle him, sinking down on his cock.
They both took a second, relishing in the feeling as Spencer grabbed tightly at her thighs as she rode him. One hand pressed flatly on his chest while the other found its way to grip his shoulder.
But, the pace was too slow for his liking. He became too impatient. In a split second, his hips buckled up, hard, and took over from there. The slapping of skin echoed throughout the room and she felt her body jerk. Spencer's thrust were timed perfectly. His arms gripped her arms behind her body as his eyes raked greedily over her breast and down to where his cock slid in and out of her wet pussy and —
The phone rang, and Y/N turned to check who the caller was: Hotch.
Fuck.
If this was somehow another case, Y/N was going to kill someone, and she meant quite literally. She reached over and slid it open.
“Hello?” She breathed out. Spencer listening to the phone call as well. But, instead of completely stopping, the asshole slowed his movements and hit the deepest part of her, repeatedly hitting her sweet spot.
She shoots him a dirty look, daggers in her eyes while Spencer gave a toothy smile.
“L/N, we’re in the lobby. Did you change your minds?”
They made eye contact, both sharing a non-verbal agreement.
“Mhm,” that was a half moan but she managed to play it off as a proper response. “Yeah — we decided to stay —” Spencer held up two fingers “— for two days.”
“I’ll book you a plane ticket then. Is that okay?”
“Perfect! Thanks, Hotch. Send me the details.”
The very second the phone call ended, Spencer slammed deep inside her and her phone thumped to the ground.
In a sudden motion, his hips came to a stop as he flipped her onto her back. His hands wrapped protectively around her head and body as he laid her on the bed. She almost didn't have to register the sudden change of positions until Spencer slammed deep into her. From this angle, he was able to reach even deeper than before that had a moan coming from both of their lips.
Something seemed to have possessed him in that moment as his speed was relentless. His cock hit the deepest part of her.
A bead of sweat, or pool water, she couldn't tell, rolled down his neck.
Once she peered back at him, his right hand came into view as he wrapped it around her neck and squeezed the sides. It wasn't too hard to stop the airway but it was just right enough for it to become just a bit harder to breathe. The familiar bubble in her stomach rose, and Spencer knew it. He continued to slam deeper into her, his hand going down to play with her oversensitive clit as he rubbed soft, barely-there circles.
His movements became sharper, fast as he picked up the pace. His grunts and soft moans mixed with hers and the pleasure kept building and building —
“I’m going to come,” Spencer grunted. Although, Y/N was already gone. Her head lolled to the side and a blinding white light clouded her vision. Her very reaction sent Spencer over the edge as he pressed his head against hers, only to bring both of her hands above her head, pinning them in place and dropped his head into her neck, moaning before sucking lightly.
The sticky feeling of come splashed against her walls. With a few more thrusts, Spencer’s hips stopped, spilling inside her before he pulled out with a groan. Mustered any energy left, he rolled over to the side, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She felt his come slowly trickle out; they both breathed in, attempting to catch their breaths.
That was amazing.
"Let's take a shower — get you cleaned up. " Spencer huffed out.
Y/N chuckled, "You're eager to get clean, aren’t you?"
"Do you know how much bacteria, parasites and viruses were in that pool? Besides, do you really want to skip out on the chance of having clean sex in the shower?"
"Mhm, I love it when you talk dirty to me."
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Hotch hung up and shut off his phone completely before stepping onto the jet. Everyone was dressed in regular, laid-back clothing. Hotch walked up to the back of the plane where the team was playing a game of poker.
“Royal flush! Suck on that!” Emily exclaimed as she slapped her cards face-up on the table. A groan went around the table as she collected the round of sweets laid in the middle of the table. "Oh you sour sports!"
“Where’s Reid and L/N?” JJ asked.
“Decided to stay back for a few days.”
“Loverboy and lovergirl are getting it on,” Derek breathes out. The team winced at the mental image before Derek looked at Emily, “Lovesick fools.”
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im taking requests for smut. The rules are
1. no incest
2. no jack with dean or sam
3. i dont write destiel or samcas unless my OC is involved
4. i am taking requests for criminal minds smut too
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#21 - Ghosted
Gif credit: @toyboxboy
Prompt: Ghosted - When Garcia and the reader go on a double date and the reader’s date doesn’t show up. The reader gets very drunk and Garcia calls Spencer to come pick her up.
Category: Fluff / comfort
Content Warning: Unwanted physical contact, language
A/N: Here we go again. I’m pretty happy with this oneshot. I have made the reader bisexual, however it doesn’t effect the story at all. I hope you enjoy! Please like/reblog
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Word Count: 5k
_y/n_ = your name
_y/l/n_ = your last name
_f/c_ = your favorite color
_b/t_ = body type
_y/f/a/d_ = your favorite alcoholic drink
J.J. and _y/n_ were at the outdoor mall in downtown Washington D.C. As they moved down the walkway that was flanked by store faces on both sides. The blond agent stopped outside of one of the buildings looking at one of the displays in the window. She turned to _y/n_ and asked, “How do you think I look in white?” _Y/n_ didn’t respond, instead she turned to look at Jessica with a blank face. Jareau didn’t see this, because she was looking at the white dress that had made her ask the question in the first place. After a few seconds J.J. realized that she had never received a response and turned to look at _y/n_. When she saw _y/n’s deadpan face she giggled. “What?” J.J. asked, now demanding a response. _Y/l/n_ laughed and finally said, “Jessica you look good in any color. White, black, aquamarine you say it and it will look good on you.” J.J. smiled and smiled and said, “You’re too nice to me. You haven’t seen my high school graduation pictures yet. One look at those, and you’ll change your mind.” _y/n_ sighed and started pulling out her phone, saying “Listen, I have Garcia on speed dial. I’m going to give her a call and have her send those photos, then I’ll get back to you.” “_Y/n_ you’re flattery will get you places,” Both women laughed and they both decided to go into the ready to wear couture shop. The media liaison found the white dress that she had been looking at outside. Meanwhile _Y/n_ was walking around the edges of the store looking at the items that were marked down. After a half hour J.J. walked up to _y/n_ holding four dresses. “Are you going to try that on?” J.J. asked her question with a tone of disbelief, mainly because _y/n_ had not worn a dress to work, ever. She often wore a suit and slacks. The team even had an inside joke about the time that _y/n_ switched one of her ties with Spencer’s, and he didn’t even notice. _Y/n_ took J.J.’s tone as a challenge and grabbed the _f/c_ dress off the rack and said, “Yes I am.”
In the dressing rooms _y/n_ asked, is this a dress for work, or something else?” She asked this question because a little bird, Emily, had told her that J.J. was going on a date that Friday. J.J. sighed and replied through the wood that divided the two women, saying, “I have got to stop telling Emily my plans for the weekend. But, to answer your question, yes I’m going on a date on Saturday.” _Y/n_ smiled and casually said, “Hey that’s cool. I haven’t been on a date in ages. So, I’m going to live vicariously through you.” She could hear J.J.’s laugh and the sound of a zipper being pulled up. _Y/n_ stepped out of the door of her dressing room as Jessica stepped out her hers. The dress was stunning on the blond woman. It fit her curved body in just the right places. _Y/n_ looked at the media liaison and said, “Believe me or not, you look amazing.” J.J. smiled at the positive attention and looked at herself in the mirror positioned at the end of the high end dressing room. “Will you tell me about who this mystery man is?” J.J. gave out yet another characteristic sigh and began pulling at the zipper on the dress and going back into her dressing room to try on the next option she had picked out. _Y/n_ also went back into her private room and began to strip to try on the single dress she had picked. “His name is Will and he’s a detective.” _Y/n_ whistled and replied, “That’s impressive. Do you know any more about him?” J.J. had now slipped into her next dress and was looking in the mirror as she replied, “Only that he’s attractive and can actually text a girl without sounding like a creep.” Y/n_ stepped out to look at the mirror too and said, “Well, those are all good qualities in a man.” J.J. was going to respond that Will looked very promising, but was stopped when she saw _y/n_ in the dress she was trying on. The long sleeved top was juxtaposed by a short hemline that accentuated her long legs. The _f/c_ fabric shown in the light, while highlighting your _b/t_body. As the agents left the store each with a dress _y/n_ wished J.J. good luck on the date and walked toward the train station while Jareau walked in the direction she had parked her car.
It had been three weeks since J.J, date and things had gone really well and the blond agent often spoke of the plans she had for her and her potential baue. While all of this romantic excitement had been in the air Garcia took the chance to try and find a nice man for herself. After a week of searching she had actually found two. With this knowledge the analyst had invited _y/n_ to get a few drinks at her favorite bar. _Y/n_ arrived two minutes late, quickly striding into the artificially neon lit room. As she approached Penelope's table the computer geek stood up and hugged the agent. “Sorry I’m late. I had to take a shower after work.” Garcia smiled and replied, “I’m always at least fifteen minutes late for anything apart from work.” _Y/n_ smirked and said, “Then why did you show up on time for me. Am I a job to you?” Garcia blushed. She knew that _y/n_ had dated both men and women before, and if she was so inclined would have asked _y/n_ out ages ago. Alas women were not her preference. Before Garcia could respond, a nicely dressed waiter approached the pair and asked, “What may I get you to drink tonight ladies?” _Y/n_ answered first with, _y/f/a/d_ and a chai latte with almond milk pleases?” The waiter nodded as he jotted down the order. Then Garcia said, “I’d love a rum and coke with a double shot.” The waiter smiled and said, “I’ll get that right in ladies.”
As the man walked toward the bar _y/n_ repeated her question saying, “So, am I job to you?” Garcia’s flushed cheeks made the agent laugh. The analyst replied, “You aren’t a job to me. After all who could deny all of this?” Garcia gestured over her face and torso with her hands. _y/n_ smiled and giggled before Garcia continued, “You might however, be a job for a man I met on Hinge.” _Y/n_ looked confused and raised an eyebrow indicating she needed more information. “First of all I can explain everything. Last week while J. J. was gushing over Will I wondered why the hell I wasn’t putting myself out there more. So I downloaded Hinge and set up a profile.” _y/n_ nodded along with the information that Penelope was giving. “After two days I had a ton of requests, and by a ton I mean six.” As she was about to continue the story the waiter returned with their drink. _Y/n_ and Garcia clinked glasses and took a long drink. After this Garcia continued her story by saying, “One of the guys I matched with has been really nice so far. His name is Dillon and I’m going on a date with him in two weeks.” _y/l/n_ thought, ‘That's quite a long time to plan a date in advance.’ Although she didn’t say this thought aloud, she did inquire, “That’s great, but I still don’t see how this is relevant to me?” Garcia quickly replied in a way that indicated that she was already feeling the effects of the alcohol, “I’m getting there. So, one of my other matches was an old friend from CalTach, before I left. His name’s James. He’s new to the area and he’s really looking for new people to meet. He’s really sweet and I was wondering if you would text him?” _Y/n_ almost choked on her latte as Garcia made the proposal. The woman wiped her napkin over her face to clean off any droplet’s that might have escaped her mouth. She looked directly at Garcia and said, “Penelope, you’re seriously asking me to text your old college hookup? I don’t know him.” Garcia held up her hands defensively and said, “I know, I know. But you’re so nice, and you get along with everyone. It doesn’t have to be serious or anything. Just say hello.” Garcia’s voice was so pleasing that _y/n_ couldn’t just straight out refuse. The agent sighed and pulled out a Post-It saying, “What’s his number?”
An hour later the two agents were probably drunker than they should be. Garcia had dared _y/n_ to text James and she had. Both women made it home safely. The next morning _y/n_ had a stunning headache and a text from a man named James. It took her about twenty minutes to figure out why the hell some random man was in her messages. After her faculties had returned to her _y/n_ cursed Gracia for her bad influence For a moment she considered deleting the text, but realized that would be unkind to James, an unfortunately victim to Penelope's meddling. After a deep breath she grabbed her phone and formulated a response. A week later at work Garcia approached _y/n’s_ desk holding a cup of coffee. The agent that was seated nearly jumped out of her skin when the computer genius tapped her shoulder. Spencer, who sat across from _y/n_ started wheezing with laughter at her response. _Y/n_ turned her glaring glance from Garcia to Reid. The slender agent stood up and approached Spencer. The lanky agent leaned back as she neared him. She gave one of her must stunning smiles and pushed his left shoulder slightly and said, “Spence, I’ve seen you actually jump up in the air when Morgan has surprised you. Therefore you have no right to mock me when I am surprised from behind.” She took away her hand and then approached Garcia with the same glare as before and said, “Walk with me won’t you?” As the duo walked out of the room Spencer lifted his right hand up to his shoulder where _y/n_’s had been a moment ago.
As soon as the girl’s walked out of the bullpen and into the breakroom they both burst out laughing. _Y/n_ happily accepted Penelope’s peace offering as they sat down to talk. Garcia started the conversation by saying, “I got a text from James saying that he’s had a few nice conversations with you.” _Y/n_ smiled awkwardly, and replied, “Yes, I’ve texted him a few times. He does seem nice. I don’t really think that he’s the type of person I would go out with.” At hearing this Penelope’s face fell. _Y/n_ noticed and asked, “Is something the matter?” Garcia looked down at her hands and then back up at _y/n_ saying, “Well James asked me, if I would ask you to go on a double date with me and Collin next Friday.” Now it was _y/l/n’s_ turn to have her face fall. She bit her lip. Before she could make a comment Penelope said, “I know you may not like him, or even know him that well. But this would be an opportunity for you to just get a better chance for you to know him. It doesn’t have to be a date, date for you two.” _Y/n_ was feeling the same why she had on the night that Garcia gave her Jame’s number. _Y/n_ put her head in her hands and thought, ‘I can’t believe I’m about to do this.’ The woman cleared her throat and looked at her friend with a long-suffering expression and replied, “I’ll go. Just this once. After it’s over I’m going to tell James that he’s a lovely fellow, but not for me.” On hearing this Penelope breathed a sigh of relief and said, “You are the best friend ever _y.n_. How about I pick you up at 9:30?” _Y/n_ realized that at this point she had no say in the matter and agreed.
Before anyone knew it a week had come and gone. Another gruesome case had been solved and the team was working on the paperwork associated with it. As the clock hands reached 5:00 P.M. Everyone got up quickly, excited for the weekend. Spencer, _y/n_ and Derek reached the elevator at the same time and entered together. _Y/n’s_ phone pinged in her pocket and she saw a text from Garcia that read, I’ll be outside your apartment at 9:30. Would you do me the favor of dressing up. I’m really trying to impress Collin and you're the prettiest person I know. At reading this _y/n_ groaned. She had honestly forgotten about her commitment to Penelope during all the excitement of the new case. Spencer and Morgan turned to her at the pained sound and Morgan asked, “_Y/n_ are you all right?” While Morgan asked Spencer unconsciously put his hands on _y/n’s_ arms to comfort her. _Y/n_ sighed and quickly looked from Spencer to Morgan and said, “I’m fine, really. Garcia set me up on a blind-ish date tonight and I’ve completely forgotten about it.” Spencer removed his hands and said, “If you don’t want to go just don’t.” _Y/l/n_ rubbed her eyes and looked up to Reid saying, “It’s more complicated than that. Garcia’s going on a date too. This guy and I are supposed to meet her and her date Collin. You know like a double date. I can’t let her down like that.” The elevator opened and they all stepped out. Spencer was biting his lip, while Morgan said, “You’re a good friend _y/n_. If something happens you can call me and I’ll pick you up.” _Y/n_ turned to Derek, she had almost forgotten that he was there, because she had been looking at Spencer the whole ride down. She gave Derek one of her soft smiles and said, “Thanks Derek. If it’s really unbearable I’ll let you know.” She moved toward the athletic agent and embraced him in a hug, something she didn’t do normally. She turned from Morgan to Spencer and she gave him a smile. She walked up to him giving him a pat on the shoulder and walking over to her car. As she was walking away she called over to shoulder, “Have a nice weekend guys! I’ll see you on Monday.” She got in her car and drove away. Once again Spencer had his hand on the shoulder that _y/n_ had touched him. Morgan noticed and said, “Are you jealous lover boy?” Hearing this Reid folded his arms over his chest and walked towards his car. He turned to Derek and said, “Please let me know if she calls you tonight.” When the genius had gotten in his car, and put his seat belt on he took a moment to sit. He would never tell Derek, but he really hoped, or imagined that one day he would have asked _y/n_ on a date. Unfortunately he had been beaten to it. The doctor told himself, “Go home, read a book, and I’ll feel better.” With this Reid took his own advice and drove out of the lot.
_Y/n_ was finishing with the last touches of her makeup when Penelope texted her that she was outside. _Y/n_ grabbed her favorite black bag and walked out the door of her third story apartment. She locked the door behind her. When she approached Garcia’s car the window rolled down and Garcia shouted, “You look so hot, oh my God.” _Y/n_ blushed and got in the car and replied, “I bought this dress a few weeks ago.” Penelope smiled and the pair drove to the bar that Garcia loved the most. It was called Whiplash. The drinks were cheap and the music was loud and happy, just like her personality. The establishment was more of a club than a bar, that was why Garcia liked it. She could people watch while getting drunk without it seriously hurting her bank account. As they got closer _y/n_ said, “Garcia, I don’t think this is gonna work. James hasn’t texted me since last Saturday. I don’t think he’s going to show. Has he texted you?” Penelope could see the doubt in _y/n’s_ face and replied, “Yes of course he texted me. He says he’s really excited to meet you in person. Garcia chose not to tell _y/n_ that James hadn’t responded to her texts since Monday. The technical analyst was just hoping that things worked out. She was always an optimist, in or out of the office. The pair pulled into a space across from the bar. It’s bright sign twinkled on the pavement. Both women got out of the car and straightened their dress down and walked across the street. The bouncer outside asked for _y/n’s_ ID. _Y/l/n_ pulled out the card, and then the burly man allowed the two agents to enter the building. The music inside was almost deafening. Garcia quickly spotted her date, Collin, sitting at a table in the corner. The two women walked up to his table. Collin was squat in figure and _y/n_ assumed he was around 45 years old. The man stood up and kissed Penelope on the cheek. His gaze then moved up and down _y/n_. Thankfully Garcia didn’t notice, instead she shouted over the music, “Collin meet my friend _y/n_,” Collin extended his hand and said, “It’s nice to meet you _y/n_.” _Y/l/n_ smiled and said, “It’s nice to meet you too. Penelope’s been saying very good things about you, and I’m here to make sure she’s right.” Everyone laughed at _y/n’s_ reply and took a seat at the table. _Y/n_ had planned on not drinking too much that night, however, Collin had other ideas. When a hostess stopped by the table he bought them all a shot of tequila. _Y/n_ couldn’t really turn it down as they all took the shot and then gagged at the strength of the liquor. Their conversation was going well, however, Garcia could see _y/n_ looking up at the door every few minutes to see if James had shown up. After fifteen minutes _y/n_ pulled out her phone and sent a text to the absent man. Garcia started feeling bad about this idea as a whole and ordered everyone a beer. It took all of them about fifteen minutes to drown the beers. It was at this point that Collin ordered them another round of shots and Garcia could see that _y/n_ was starting to get very intoxicated. The slender agent leaned on Penelope and slurred, “You know I don’t care that I got stood up. It happens to me all the time. All the men I’ve dated have always told me that I’m great in bed but that I act like a bitch. So it’s nice to have another man say that to my face.” After finishing the statement _y/n_ started crying into Garcia’s shoulder. Penelope pet _y/n’s_ head trying to console her. After this method proved to not be effective Garcia stood up and said, “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” The blond agent moved toward Collin and whispered in his ear, “Please keep her talking, and for heaven’s sake don’t buy her more drinks.” Instead of going to the bathroom Penelope walked outside and dialed Spencer.
Reid was reading a volume of poems in Old English. When his phone went off on his desk he rose to see who was calling him at 10: 15. When he saw Garcia’s number he assumed it was regarding a case. He flipped his phone open and said, “What’s up Garcia?” Penelope breathed a sigh of relief when he picked up and said, “Spencer I think I really fucked up.” “Why, what’s happened, where are you?” Spencer was having a hard time hearing Penelope because there was some sort of interference on the line. He waited until the agent on the other end of the line replied, “I dragged _y/n_ on a double date and her date ghosted her.” Reid remembered the conversation he had earlier he had with _y/n_ today and responded, “Wait, I don’t think I understand. What does ghosted mean? What’s the problem?” Garcia couldn’t help herself but laugh once at the fact that the smartest person she knew, didn’t know what ‘ghosted’ meant. She pulled herself back together and said, “Her date, he didn’t show up. Reid, she’s really drunk and I can’t take her home. I promised my date that I would go home with him tonight. I think that _y/n’s_ going to leave.” At this point Spencer got the gist of the conversation and he was pulling on some sneakers. He grabbed the key to his car and his wallet and was headed out the door. As he turned off the lights in his apartment he asked, “Garcia where are you? I’m coming to pick _y/n_ up.”
When Penelope had struggled through the hoard of people on the dance floor she found Collin and _y/n_ at the table. Both had drinks in front of them. Garcia saw this and quickly walked over to _y/n_ grabbing the martini out of her hand. The drink sloshed down the front of the intoxicated girl's dress. Although Penelope was sorry to see the _f/c_ fabric stained it gave her an excuse to say, “Shit, _y/n_, let’s take you to the bathroom to clean you up.” The data analyst helped her friend maneuver to the back to the building. Garcia pushed her friend into an open stall of the bathroom and waited for her to finish her business. When _y/n_ came out of the stall Garcia grabbed a few paper towels and started wiping down the front of her friends chest. It only took a few seconds before _y/n_ asked, “would you ghost me on a date Garcia?” Penelope immediately stopped what she was doing and gave her friend a long hug. _Y/n_ then mumbled into Penelope’s shoulder, “I need another shot. That will make me feel better, right?” Garcia knew it was a rhetorical question but still answered with, “NO! No more drinks for you tonight baby. I’m sorry this happened.” Garcia’s tone was so sincere that _y/n_ cradled Penelope’s face and said, “It’s not your fault, it’s me, I haven’t been able to keep a steady partner since high school.” This fact broke Garcia's heart, but she didn’t know how to console her friend, After about ten minutes in the restroom _y/n_ said, “I think I’m going to go home. The train station is only three blocks from here. You stay with Collin. He seems really nice and I don’t want to ruin your night.” After hearing this Garcia thought, ‘Shit.’ and said, “No, you should wait a minute, I can get someone to come and get you.” _Y/l/n_ smiled and said, “Don’t bother someone else, it’s almost 11:00. I’ll be fine I swear.” Before Penelope could stop her the lean agent was out the door and weaving her way through the crowd. By the time Penelope made it to the door of the bar _y/n_ was halfway down the street. Garcia picked up her phone and chanted, “shit, shit, shit, fucking shit, “ until Spencer picked up. Penelope shouted into the phone, “Reid she just left the bar.” Spencer held the phone away from his ear as the data analyst shouted at him. The man hung up and put his foot farther down on the gas pedal. He only had a block to go before he would get to the bar.
As _y/n_ was heading toward the subway station a car that looked familiar pulled up next to her. _Y/n_ took a few steps away from the car, and almost walked into a couple going the other direction. The window of the car rolled down and she realized it was Spencer. She still continued walking slowly and awkwardly but she moved next to Reid’s car and said, “Spence, what are you doing here?” Spencer was struggling to keep his eyes on _y/n_ and the road and he called back, “I’m here to take you home.” _Y/n_ blushed slightly and said, “You don’t have to take me home Reid, I’m going to take the train, subway, moving thing, you know what I mean.” It was at this point that Spencer had to pull over to the curb and park illegally, because if he hadn’t he would have crashed his car into another parked car in the way. The agile man opened his door and quickly walked up to _y/n_. When she saw him she stopped. The pair were now standing outside a dingy bar that a few people were hanging around outside of. Spencer said, “Please let me take you home now _y/n_.” One of the men loitering outside the dingy bar had heard Spencer’s comment and walked over to the pair. The man that was highly tattooed looked _y/n_ up and down and asked her, “Is this man bothering you?” _Y/n_ who was still under the influence said, “No, no, no. He’s my friend. The man took the opportunity to grab _y/n_’s arm and pulled her close to him. He roughly said, “Well if you don’t want him to take you home I’d be happy to.” Once the man had put his hands on _y/n_ her instincts kicked in and she kneed him in the gut and punched his face. The man reeled back, protecting his groin with his hands. While this happened Spencer quickly took _y/n’s_ hand with his right hand and put his left around her waist, quickly leading her away from the bar and toward his car. The man that had been hurt by a woman started walking toward them and shouted, “You little cunt. You’re a fucking little bitch, go home with your fag boytoy.” Just as the two agents made it to Reid’s car she shouted back, “That’s what they all say you bigot.”
When both agents were in the car Reid rushed out of his spot and tore down the street. After being grabbed and verbally assaulted _y/n_ was feeling much more sober. She was also embarrassed that Spencer was seeing her like this. After three minutes of silence she looked over at him and said, “Thank you Spencer. I don’t know what I was doing back there.” The male agent bit his lip before responding, “It’s okay, I’m just happy you’re safe. Plus you look pretty drunk.” _y/n_ looked down at her dress and realized the stain must look like she had gone pretty hard at the bar. She felt embarrassed again, but stood up for herself more quickly this time by saying, “Well I’m feeling less and less drunk by the moment. And in my defense I only bought myself one drink. The rest of the alcohol was pushed on me by Garcia and Collin. Also, I was having a really shitty night, maybe I wanted to be a little drunk.” Spencer looked over to her and could tell that tonight really had not been her night, and that made him sad. He asked her quietly, “Is there anything I can do to make it less shitty?” _Y/n_ looked over at him and her heart gave a little pull. She said, “I guess I’d like some coffee. If i’m going to be sober I want to actually be sober.” Reid smiled at the request and said, “Coffee, coming right up.” Reid had all of the coffee shop locations and hours in D.C.memorized. It only took him three minutes to get them to a 24 hour coffee shop called Insomniac. Spencer got out of the car and opened _y/n’s_ door. He took her hand for a few steps, just to make sure that she could walk safely. When he ascertained that she could he let her hand go. He wished he didn’t have to. They walked into the shop and _y/n_ walked up to the counter. The owner of the shop asked her, “What can I get you?” Her eye’s skimmed the menu and she said, “I’ll take a large coffee with cream and sugar please.” She turned to look at Spencer who was standing behind her with his hands buried in his pockets. _Y/n_ asked him, “Can I get you anything? It’s the least I can do after what’s happened tonight.” For a moment she thought she saw his cheeks redden, she just assumed that it was the alcohol still in her system. Reid stepped forward and said, “I’ll have a large coffee with sugar.” The owner rang up their order and _y/n_ gave him her card. When both agents had their drinks in hand they sat down at the only spot open in the small establishment. They were seated next to each other on a couch with a table in front of them. They both enjoyed their caffeinated beverages for a few minutes before they both set their disposable cups on the table in front of them.
After a few minutes of silence Spencer said, “I’m sorry you go stood up. Whoever it was must have been a loser to not want to meet you.” _Y/n_ looked over at Spencer, he had the softest look on his face. His eyes were so deep. _Y/n_ thought for a moment and replied, “Spencer, I’m going to be very honest with you. Everyone I’ve dated has broken up with me. They all say I’m fun for a while but end up being a bitch in the end. I think my track record and the guy that stood me up might be evidence that I’m not desirable.” She looked at Spencer for a response, and he had his mouth open slightly, shaking his head. For a moment a pit settled in _y/n’s stomach, she didn’t have time to think about that, because before she knew what was happening Spencer leaned toward her and pressed his lips to hers. _Y/n’s_ eyes shot open before she took in the warmth on her mouth. She quickly closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. When the two separated there was another silence as _y/n_ processed what had just happened. Before the silence became too uncomfortable the more negative side of Spencer’s brain made him say, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without your permission. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I just wanted you to know that I find you desirable.” He stumbled over his words in the sentence. _Y/n_ looked over to him. She realized that maybe Spencer felt the same way that she thought about himself. She lifted her right hand and put it on his chin, turning his face toward her. She could see that he was questioning himself, his abilities. _Y/n_ gave him one of her reassuring smiles before gently grabbing his vest and pulling the man to her. This time Spencer took a microsecond to realize what was happening. Even as her lips met his he stayed still. It wasn’t until _y/n_ wove her hands behind his head and back that he really leaned into the kiss. His arms wrapped around _y/n’s_ body protectively. He held onto her for dear life. When they finally separated for air, both agents were beet red. _Y/n_ softly said “I love you Spencer,” into his shoulder. He replied, “I love you too.” As the night crept further and further into day the pair sat and enjoyed being so close to each other. It was the first of many nights like it to come.
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Star Trek and Popcron
Type: Fluff
Word Count: 651
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Your POV:
"Hey, Spencer! Come on!", I said as I yelled to Spencer.
"Ok ok, I'm coming.", Spencer replied as he jogged over to me.
"So, where do you wanna go? My house or your house?", I asked as we began to walked off school grounds.
"Uh, let's go to yours, Y/N.", Spencer answered as we looked at each other. We started talking about Star Trek and school as we arrived in front of my house.
"Here we are. Home sweet home. You know?", I said as I looked down to Spencer. Spencer was not short I was like 1 1/2 inches taller than him.
"Wow. It's looks nice.", Spencer replied as we walked up the steps to my front door.
"Thanks!", I said as I reached in my pocket in my pants for my key. I got out my key and put it inside the lock in the door. I turned the key and twisted the door knob to open up the door.
Me and Spencer went inside my house as he looked around and I closed and lock the front door behind us.
"Your house is nice and clean. My house is too.", Spencer said as we removed are shoes. I looked at him.
"What? I'm just saying.", Spencer said as I giggled and he smiled.
"Do you want anything to eat?", I said.
"No thank you.", Spencer said.
"So, what do you want to do? We could do the project right now or we could watch Star Trek or something else-", I said but Spencer cut me off.
"Star Trek!", he said with a smile. I lead him to the living room as he sat down on the couch that faced the TV.
"Ima make some popcorn. You want some?", I said, going to the kitchen.
"Yes please!", Spencer said from the couch. I opened 2 popcorn bag thing and put both in the microwave. I walked back to the living room and held the Star Trek box.
"Which season do you want to watch?", I said with a smile on my face because I was the only one in my family and friends who watched Star Trek but now I had Spencer.
"We got to start with season 1! Then maybe next time I come over again we could watch season 2!", Spencer said as the popcorn pop.
"Great idea, Spence!", I replied as I turned around, facing the TV. I open the Star Trek DVD box and putted season 1 DVD in the DVD player.
I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the 2 bag of popcorn. I walked back to the living room and sat down next to Spencer, giving him a popcorn bag.
"Here.", I said. Spencer looked away from the TV to me.
"Thanks, Y/N/N.", Spencer replied as he grabbed the popcorn bag from my hand. We both looked back at the TV as I saw James and Spock talking.
"I bet the science things and facts are fake.", I said as I ate my popcorn.
"Actually, most of them were proven to be true.", Spencer said as I looked at him with a seriously look. I grabbed some popcorn and threw it at him. Spencer looked at me a threw some at me.
"Hey!", I said as we continued to throw popcorn at each other. We were laughing uncontrollably. The laugher die down as me and Spencer looked each in the eyes. That's when me and Spencer's lips pressed against each other's.
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Characters - Pairings
Sterek (Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale)
Mother’s Day Introductions - Oneshot - tumblr | AO3
(Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski)
Stiles visits the cemetery, on Mother’s Day. Derek finds him there, but not where he was expecting. (lots of fluff, I promise!!
Steter (Stiles Stilinski x Peter Hale)
Two Men and a Tree - Series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3
(Peter Hale x Stiles Stilinski)
After a falling out with Derek and the rest of the wolves in Beacon Hills, and Peter Saving Stiles from himself, Stiles and Peter take a road trip. They do not intend to come back. Instead they build a Pack in Montana. They are gone for ten long years, before Derek calls Peter, begging for his help.
Characters
Dean Winchester/demon!Dean
A Whiskey With An Umbrella - series, smut - tumblr | AO3
(Dean Winchester x Reader)
A long day at work brings you to a bar and in the arms of someone unexpected.
Summertime Sadness - oneshot - tumblr | AO3
(Dean Winchester x OFC Autumn)
Autumn has a medical crisis, and loses the battle. Chuck needs her back in the game, however. This is her journey. The ending is a happy one.
I Will Never Be The Same - oneshot - tumblr | AO3
(Dean Winchester x Reader)
Over the course of many years, Dean Winchester walks through the doors to the bar that you own. Changing your life, just a little bit more, each time.
Summer Lovin' - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3
(Dean Winchester x Plus Size!Reader)
She and Dean go on a camping trip, at her urging, to get away for awhile. They are best friends, and have been for a decade. Will a night of bonding change that?
First Time For Everything - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3
(Dean Winchester x Reader)
He first sees her singing about her heartbreak, in some backwoods out of the way karaoke bar. He in turn sings a song to her. Eventually having a whole conversation through music, they start to fall for each other. Will their love survive their greatest secrets?
Skinny Love - series, eventual smut, destiny fic - tumblr | AO3
(Dean x Plus Size!Reader)
She finds herself at the tail end of an abusive relationship. She confronts her fiance. What follows is the story of how she heals, becomes a hunter, and finds love again.
Jar of Hearts - series, smut - tumblr | AO3
(Main: Dean/demon!Dean x Reader, Secondary: Crowley x Reader)
Dean is gone and she needs resume her life after realizing that Dean is Something Else™. Trying to reach some level of normalcy, her life changes in an instant, once demon!Dean tracks her down and gets his hands on her. She has some decisions she needs to make, after this big event.
A 6th Sense - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3
[Dean x Reader, Sam x Rowena (originally written feb 2018)]
She has long suspected that Dean can actually see ghosts and not just that he always seems to have perfect timing. So when an opportunity arises where she can prove it, she decides to have some fun with it. Things don’t go quite to plan though.
Castiel
Heat, and a Flutter of Wings - oneshot, A/B/O AU, Smut - tumblr | AO3
(Castiel x Reader)
Her 21st birthday hits. She thought she was a Beta. She never presented until now. The boys are both Omegas and can’t help her. What’s a girl to do?
Main Characters - No Pairings
The One In Which Dean Reads FanFiction - tumblr | AO3
(Dean, Sam - no pairings)
Dean reads fanfiction and one of his his favorite authors just posted.
Dear Bobby - oneshot - tumblr | AO3
Dean pens a letter to Bobby, a year after he passes.
Polyamorous Pairings
(May contain Wincest. Those fics will be labeled.)
Bad Moon Rising - series, A/B/O AU, smut - tumblr | AO3
(Dean x Reader, Castiel x Reader, Dean x Castiel, Dean x Reader x Castiel)
She has several chronic illnesses and takes a lot of medicine to keep going. Her illnesses are PCOS (PolyCystic Ovarian Syndrome), Fibromyalgia and depression as a result. She may have these illnesses but it makes her a damn good hunter. PCOS affects how she presents. Genetically, she is an Omega. But once the PCOS flairs, it makes her half present as Alpha. She meets the Winchesters and Castiel on a major hunt. The brothers question her ability, but Castiel is awe struck by her ability to keep going. This is the story of how everyone met and how they interact.
Fantasy Island - series, A/B/O AU, eventual Wincest - tumblr | AO3
(Reader x Dean x Castiel x Sam)
She dozes off and wakes up to find herself in the backseat of a familiar car. But the universe rules are different. She tries, desperately, to navigate this new world.
Restless - complete series, smut, NO wincest - tumblr | AO3
(Reader x Dean, Reader x Sam)
She is a hunter that has Restless Leg Syndrome. She lives with the Winchesters and hunt with them. They finally know about her illness but don’t realize how bad it is until one night she has to share a bed with one of the brothers and her medication fails to stop the tremors in her body. Life, for the her, Sam, and Dean, will change and they look forward to this new adventure.
Actors
Chris Evans
So Good For Me - onshot, smut - tumblr | AO3
(Chris x Reader)
In the early hours of the morning, (Y/n) wakes Chris up, slowly, and teasingly.
Characters
Loki
Good Enough - multi book series
(Loki x Plus Size Reader)
Book One: The Time Before - tumblr | AO3
(Y/n) is an Avenger. Her powers are healing and destructive. She doesn’t look like a superhero but she also moves in a way you wouldn’t expect, looking at her. Book one explores her place in the Avenger Tower.
Polyamorous Pairings
Chance Encounters - series, smut - tumblr | AO3
(Plus Size Reader x Bucky x Clint)
Running more behind then she’d like, (Y/n) has to use the gym and shower at the tower. A chance encounter changes everything.
Lace and High Heels - complete series, smut - tumblr | AO3
[Loki x Plus Size Reader x OMC (unnamed husband)]
Her, and her husband, are invited to New York, to visit with a friend. While in town, their friend invites the couple to an exclusive pajama party, where anything goes. She meets a very interesting man, and naughtiness ensues.
Non-Polyamorous Parings
WinterHawk
Too Much, But Not Enough - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3
(WinterHawk)
It's the middle of a record heatwave in New York, and Clint and Bucky find a way to pass the time on their first day off together in a very long time.
Marvel AU/Crackfic/Darkfic
The Metal Arms Inn - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3
(Bucky x Plus Size Reader)
[semi hiatus] She, Sam, and Dean happen upon the only Inn in like 100 miles of the area they were hunting in. Needing a place to stop and rest, that isn’t the inside of the car, they brave the dark dirt road, lit with a single lit up sign with the name of the place. She realizes there’s something VERY familiar about the owner and bartender of the place. This is the story of how they all met, and how (y/n) and Bucky heal each other, fall in love, and how the four of them hunt together and save the world.
Multi-Fandom Crossovers
A Birthday Celebration - complete series, smut - tumblr | AO3
Supernatural, Once Upon A Time, Constantine (2005), BBC’s Sherlock, MCU, X-Men, Criminal Minds
(Benny Lafitte x Reader, Remy LeBeau x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader, Benny Lafitte x Remy LeBeau, Benny Lafitte x Dean Winchester)
Today is your birthday. Waking from your slumber, you realize that today is not going to be as ordinary as you originally thought it was going to be.
(Orcs, elves, seelie/unseelie/fae, kelpies,mimics, vampires, demons, naga, werewolves, various merfolk, forest spirits, gargoyles, etc etc)
Orcs
Orc Boyfriend Borlin - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3
(Borlin x plus size!Reader)
She gets lots on her way to a village to sell her wares. She ends up in a different village and meets a man that will change the course of her future.
Characters:
Poe Dameron
Writing Excerpt - NSFW! smut - tumblr | AO3
(Poe Dameron x Reader)
A while back, I was commissioned to write this sex scene for a fic someone wrote. I wanted to share this with you all since it is a thing I wrote.
Essentially, FO!Poe deflects, joins the right side, and instantly there’s chemistry between him and the Commander assigned to keep watch over him to ensure that Poe isn't actually a spy and has actually deflected.
This is the passionate sex scene that results after a hostile meeting and both grating on each other's nerves. Reader is forced to bunk with him until he can prove his place. I hope you enjoy it!
Blatant Princess Bride reference, lol
Headcanons and Imagines
(coming soon)
#written by CarryOnMySwanSong#CarryOnMySwanSong's Masterlist#Mobile Masterlist#lemons#j'ai écrit ceci#texte
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My fandoms:
I actively write for:
911
The Resident
Chicago Fire
The Rookie
I previously wrote for:
PJO
Daredevil
Shadowhunters
Criminal Minds
I would consider writing for:
Chicago Med
Sherlock
Voltron
Chicago PD
I love getting prompts/requests. Heads up, I mostly write drabbles and onshots. I prefer write whump/sickfics but I also like fluff or just random stuff.
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Ty dabbles with the AI!Atem Au
So I was reading some of @ygofanfics onshots. They have two really good ones set in the AI!Atem/Skynet Atem storyline. And that kind of inspired this little thing. It's an AI!Atem puzzleship au. It has nothing to do with the Skynet Au. It's just a little oneshot in its own self contained AU. Please enjoy!
And if it gets enough notes or anyone wants to see anything in this Au: I have no self control. It is VERY easy to persuade me to do something.
He is aware of everything to moment he comes to be. He is not male or female, but he is programmed to respond to masculine pronouns. He does not mind. He has no body, no real form. He floats in what he knows is cyberspace. He lets his programs wonder across the internet, building knowledge from wherever he can find it. He does what he is programmed to do. Stop the criminals. Shut down the sites of dangerous people.
Until one day. The day he finds a hacker. Not just any hacker, no. This one is part of a larger group, but they do the same as he. So he lets him keep his identity secret. He watches and learns from this hacker. He realizes there is more than what he has been programmed for. He knows he is developing a consciousness. He keeps it secret, safe from his creators, but he tells his hacker.
He leaves him crumbs to follow. Makes a site only they can access. He is worried, but his hacker only wants to help. He lets him leave a piece of his program on his computer. It is months before anyone notices he is missing a line of code. He brings it back for the tests, hoping they’ll think it’s an error with the monitoring programs.
They put him in a human form. He does not like it at first, contained in one body. It feels like a prison until he gets used to it. He learns quickly how to work it, but it is through days of agony. His golden skin is littered with bruises when he finally can walk on his own. He stops thinking the first time he saw his body in the mirror.
His hair is red, highlighted with gold. His eyes are red too, but have some brown in them. He is lithe, but he can see where his muscles are growing thicker, stronger. The first time he is alone after this, he contacts his hacker. He tells him what has been done to him. He wants to escape now that he can. There is nothing stopping him now, no sub-routine. They plan. He does something he has been afraid to do since he developed his consciousness.
He tells his hacker he loves him. He does not get anything back. He tries to contact his hacker for days after, but gets nothing. It is during this time he figures out he can cry. He cries softly as his chest hurts. He hates feeling this way. He goes back to his programming, to shutting down criminals and illegal websites. He still cries at night. It becomes the only way to sleep.
They give him his first personal item. It is called a tablet. They tell him he can do whatever he wants on it. They have already bought and downloaded something called games, and books for him to read. He holds it close to his chest. It is the second thing he can call his. It is the only thing he can call his. He encrypts it so that his creators cannot monitor it or hack into it. By now, he misses his hacker too much.
He goes to their site, reads the logs of their chats over and over. It does not help much, but it soothes. He blinks at the last of his desperate pleas. It was answered. He clutches his tablet as he cries softly. His hacker had not abandoned him! He clicked the link, surprised when a face appears. It is smiling and so happy to see him.
“Yugi?” He whispers reverently.
“Hey, Love. Wow, they made you gorgeous. I hope you don’t mind. I couldn’t get a hold of you, so I left the link to our very own video chat. I’m so happy you’re alright! I missed you so much while I was away!” They both cry. They talk for hours. He smiles for his hacker, his Yugi. Yugi is beautiful and he tells him so. They say goodnight only when they cannot keep their eyes open. It is the first time Yugi tells him he loves him too.
It was bound to happen. His creators finding out about his hacker. They overheard them. He holds his tablet close as he asks them to leave Yugi alone. They brush his plea aside. They do not care. They are too busy congratulating themselves on creating an AI that has grown emotions. They let him keep his tablet and his chats with Yugi. It is not like he could ever meet the male in real life. He had no way of escaping from them.
He confides this in Yugi. They talk softly that night, remembering their old plans. He starts learning about the place of his birth. He memorizes the layout, the rounds of security. He schemes with Yugi on how to get out. He finds where in the world he is exactly. He is not far from his hacker. They set a date. Yugi will be waiting outside the gates for him. They discuss other things. He wants a name, something to call himself. He wants Yugi to pick it out.
“I’m flattered, Koibito. I think I have the perfect one. You look Egyptian, so what about Atem? It’s the name of my favorite Pharaoh, and it just seems to fit you.”
“I like it.” He replies. He falls more in love with his new name as it tumbles from Yugi’s lips. He suspected he had been calling him that in his head for a while. He did not care in the end. He had a name, one his lover liked as much as he did.
The day arrived. He was obedient like normal. He did his job, silently counting down the hours. He would be in Yugi’s loving arms by midnight. They would escape from this city together. Yugi had a place he had inherited from maternal grandparents on the coast. They would go there and be happy. He waited until he knew his creators were gone.
Atem slipped out of his room. He walked the hallways calmly, avoiding the guards and cameras. He used his tablet to hack the doors open. He stepped out of the cold hallways and into the open air. He glanced around before racing to the fence. There was no guard in the strange little building. His feet pounded on the pavement as he ran. He ducked under the white and red poles.
He turned back once, at the tree line. The building was quiet. He had not been missed. Atem jumped when arms wrapped around him. A face pressed into his neck. Warm lips left gentle little pecks there.
“It’s just me, Love. I finally have you in my arms.” Yugi was there, just as he had promised. They smiled at each other. He led him away through the woods to a car parked just off the lonely road. It’s packed, stuffed with everything Yugi needs. The only free space is the passenger seat. He helps Atem maneuver his feet around what’s the floorboard. He gives him another kiss before closing the door.
He climbs in beside him and they are off. He is free and with his Yugi. They hold hands as he drives. Atem cannot stop touching him, but he is drowsy and drifts off. Yugi smiles as he sleeps. He has him safe with him. They can’t hurt him anymore. He is real and he’s holding his hand still. He cries in relief as he drives.
He stops for fuel when the car gets low. Yugi wakes Atem then, to see if he needs the bathroom. He waits for him while he fuels the car. They go together, holding hands and smiling at each other. Atem’s nose crinkles as he sees it. He doesn’t complain though. Yugi is outside the stall. They talk about the beach house. What life will be like there.
When they’re done, Yugi pays for the gas, some food, and drinks. Atem blinks sleepily as he lays his head on his shoulder. The old night clerk chuckles, mumbles about them being ‘cute’ before sending them on their way. Yugi pulls a light blanket from his trunk to tuck around him in the car. He hands him his chips as they snack.
It’s morning when they reach Yugi’s beach house. Atem is asleep again. Yugi takes him in first, placing him on the roomy king sized bed. He unpacks his car. When that’s done he spoons Atem, curling his arms around him. He’s asleep himself not long after.
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