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0and0its0doctor0 · 1 year

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Welcome! Masterlist!

Hello and welcome! My name is Bella, I am 30, I write Criminal Minds fanfiction for Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid and David Rossi. Please feel free to send story suggestions or prompt ideas or just say Hi! Here is a little masterlist of my current stories.

Aaron Hotchner

I don't dance Summary: Aaron had a bad day. Twirling you around the kitchen makes him feel better.

I won't let go Summary: You wake up thinking everything is perfect. In reality you've been stabbed.

Unsub Kisses Summary: Aaron has to go undercover and makes out with the unsub. You get jealous.

You are the only thing I need. Like coffee in the morning Summary: Aaron asks you out…in front of everyone.

Why Wait? Summary: Vegas hotels have wedding chapels in the lobby. Aaron makes a decision.

Love you out loud Summary: Hotch cuddles. What could be better?

Shut up and dance with me! Summary: When you are asked to attend the annual FBI Gala you dress up. Hotch can't help himself.

Hostage Kisses Summary: He didn't mean to kiss you....No that's a lie. He totally did.

Sandwich Hearts Summary: You make Aaron's lunch and he gets lightly teased for it.

Lipstick smeared accidents Summary: When Aaron is checking over an injury on you he just can't help himself.

Keep on dreaming Summary: You fall asleep smushed between Aaron and David.

I’m dirty but you play clean 18+. Summary: Handcuffs. Hotchner. Lack of clothing.

I will not give you up this time Summary: Facebook memories are bringing you down. Aaron decides to do something about it.

They tell me your blue sky’s faded to gray Summary: You can't sleep. Aaron helps.

Asleep on the jet Summary: You fall asleep on Aaron’s shoulder on the jet.

Do I deserve this hurting? Summary: Your depression is plaguing you. Aaron helps comfort you.

Spencer Reid

Marry me today and everyday Summary: Spencer has never been more nervous for anything in his life.

Heat Stroke Summary: You are self-conscious about the scars on your arms so you wear long sleeves. And wind up getting heat stroke. Spencer takes care of you.

We've all got bruises Summary: You mess up on a case and take it out on yourself. Spencer finds out and confronts you about it.

Sleep Issues Summary: Spencer can't sleep. You help just by being there.

There's no turning back now Summary: First kisses can be a scary thing.

Why? That's what I keep asking Summary: You don't fit in with anyone anymore. You can't keep faking it. You're so sorry.

Tonight will be the night I will fall for you Summary: Spencer suspects your boyfriend is beating you. When you show up on his doorstep, beaten, he vows to protect you.

They say we're crazy, I say well maybe that's true. Summary: Spencer is having a bad mental health day. You try to help him

I’ll wear out the words I love you Summary: Spencer finally asks the question that’s been on his mind for months…just not when and where you’d expect

So I’ll leave you gagged and bound Summary: You have been dating Aaron Hotchner for a few months and when he introduces you to the team Spencer Reid can't help but fall in love. The problem is Spencer's mental health is declining and fast. When he gets fired and realizes he has nothing to lose...he takes you. Will Aaron find you in time?

A subtle interest Summary: Emily drags Spencer to see her ballerina friend perform. Spencer falls fast.

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage Summary: Spencer is not doing well. This is not a happy story. Trigger warnings apply.

David Rossi

You belong to me I believe Summary: An unsub gets a little too flirty with you. David steps in.

Date Night 18+ Summary: Bella is new to the FBI and literally runs into David Rossi who she happens to have a massive crush on. He takes her out to dinner and they wind up on his couch.

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a-cloud-for-dreams · 1 year

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My Baby Penguin

Prompt By @imagining-in-the-margins: Spencer and someone goes to/meet at the aquarium (I saw the Trivia post and had to write this lol ty for making it!)

Spencer Reid x F!OC (Dr. Aaliyah Hadid)

TW: mention of fear and child abductions

A/N: Sorry, this is kinda messy since it's a draft but I thought it was cute so 😭

When Aaliyah Hadid took the day off from the BAU to spend the day with her family at the local aquarium, she didn't expect to debate with a five-year-old about whether or not to get another stuffed animal. It's not like she didn't want to spoil her kid, but it would be an understatement to say that their home was already filled with toys from baby showers and previous birthdays, mostly from her unofficial aunts and uncles.

"Cleo, we talked about this," Liya says sternly while crossing her arms. "You agreed to one stuffed animal." Spencer stood between his two favorite girls struggling to pick a side while his daughter pouted.

"But mami, he's so cute! And Daddy said penguins are super cool, right Daddy?" she turned to him with her big doe eyes.

"She's right, actually. We saw the documentary about Antarctica and actually, many penguin couples can locate each other using distinct calls-" he starts to wave his hands excitedly while explaining before he is interrupted.

"Spence!" she exclaimed. "I love you and your fun facts but you aren't helping right now babe."

"Sorry sweetheart," he apologizes, leaning over to be on the same level as his daughter. "Sorry pumpkin, we already agreed to one stuffed animal right? And we know how important it is to keep our promises." She frowned and gave the soft pumpkin a big hug.

"Okay Daddy," she replied solemnly. Aaliyah chuckles against her will. Daddy's Girl.

As she puts the toy back, Spencer sighs. For some reason, he couldn't live with the guilt that came with not getting her the toy. What if she hates him? Or worse, hates him? Besides, it's just one toy...

"Liya, honey?" he pulls her aside. "Maybe we could try to work out a new agreement?"

"Spencer..." she warns him. "Did she already get to you?"

"I can't help it! She has your perfect eyes," he cradled her face in his hands. She sighed.

"Spence, I love her too, but we can't give in to her every time. We already let her have ice cream and we agreed to extra TV time. If we keep this up, she's going to feel like she can get whatever she wants without any consequence."

"Would that be a bad thing?"

"You know that's not what I- Wait, where did she go?"

"Hmm?"

The sudden dread kicked in, and it felt like their blood ran cold. The two have worked many abduction cases before and were easily able to sympathize with the parents, but this? Actually, being in this situation? It felt completely different, like wanting to freeze yet feeling a sudden urge to run in every direction possible.

Cleo couldn't have gone that far, that's for sure, and they didn't hear anything, so she was probably not taken by force. But then again, she also wouldn't leave with a stranger, the two taught her better than that.

As they spiraled through their worst fears, they found her in the corner of the other side of the store hugging another penguin that was practically her height. Spencer and Aaliyah threw their arms around the little girl, doing their best to hide their watery eyes.

"Don't ever do that to us again sweetheart, promise us," Spencer begged. All Cleo could do was nod before they released her. She showed off her newfound penguin bigger than the last one.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to show you the big penguin," she sniffled, scared she made her parents mad. Aaliyah kissed her forehead and smiled.

"You know what, fine. We'll get the big penguin. But in return, I want five good snuggles, is that okay?" she asked.

"Okay mami, I love you. And I love you, Daddy. Can you tell me more things about penguins?"

Spencer's face lit up immediately. "Of course, I can sweetheart!"

And as they left the aquarium, Aaliyah reached two conclusions. One, she loves her dorky husband and her adorable daughter unconditionally no matter the ridiculous things they can do sometimes it's not like she hasn't made mistakes either. And two, she will never let her husband handle negotiations with their daughter again.

#some dad!spencer for your day ofc because the show did him a disservice #also I wrote this w/ my OCs but feel free to imagine this as an x reader i don't really mind lol #I also wrote a version of this w/ Hotch? 😭 I cannot be stopped #spencer reid #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid x female!oc #criminal minds #aaliyah hadid oc #spenliyah 🧪

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decieve-ineigle-obfuscate · 2 years

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Hunter: Chapter 3

Summary: Strauss decides the BAU team needs a new field agent. An extra set of hands, an additional skillset, and a reduction of their stress. Hotch isn't pleased with the new addition to their team. Emily was hard enough to accept, but she was part of the family now. Things become even harder when Hotch realises it's someone he knows. Intimately.

Warnings: Language, innuendo.

1.2K Words

I watched across the table. She was emersed in the case file already, brows drawn in and mouth in a thin line. So different from how relaxed and open she was last night.

Sure, alcohol removes inhibitions, but she seemed to have a mask on.

"So we're looking at a serial rapist who keeps the kids for 2 weeks before killing them and dumping them? They're all found within an hour of being dumped. They're dumped in open areas with lots of witnesses. No one sees them, though. That's odd. Either they know how to keep a low profile or…"

"Or they know how to avoid attracting attention even if they are doing something that usually…" I trailed off, attempting to avoid repeating myself.

"Induces rubbernecking?"

I glanced up at Mika.

"In my old field, the people who were best at staying under the radar or avoiding attention were people who already had something to hide. I'm guessing they may either have a prior record that will make them an easy suspect were they to get involved, may already be a suspect, or may already have someone looking for them. Any of those things would make them extra cautious."

"That's basic profiling, fun-size," Morgan announced.

Her eyes hardened, and she glared at him beside me. "Does he call you names too?" she asked, looking to Reid across the aisle.

"Sometimes." He admitted.

"How about this? How about you find some way to feel secure other than putting down those you feel intellectually threatened by?" She snapped.

Reid smirked narrowly as she looked back down to the file.

Morgan scoffed and sputtered momentarily. "I feel intellectually threatened? You…"

"Enough," I said firmly. "Back to the case."

I won't be having them work together.

"Reid, anything?" I asked.

"I concur with Agent Leeds…"

"Mika."

"Mika's lead. I think he's got a record or something similar. He's probably in his late 30's, or early 40's. They've likely been in the system for a while, have a history of violence, or are on a registry. People who are attracted to children don't go unnoticed."

She nodded. "Exactly."

She immediately found someone similarly alienated and allied herself with Reid to make it harder to criticise her.

"Likely a white male. Lower class."

Mika nodded.

I leaned back and sighed.

"We likely won't know much more until we can go over the paper material at the station. They have less than half their files accessible online by their own report."

"Guess Pretty Boy is gonna have some reading to do," Morgan said, leaning back.

Reid sighed. "Mika, what's your reading speed and comprehension?"

"1,400 words at 95% comprehension. Not great, but," She shrugged.

"You'll do fine," Reid said, nodding slightly.

"How fast do you read?" She said, leaning over to face him.

He pursed his lips. "20,000 words per minute."

She blinked a few times. "Shit. And you think my measly 1,400 isn't gonna slow you down?"

Reid sighed slightly. "It isn't just about the speed. It's about your comprehension. You have 95% comprehension at 1,400 words. You could read faster and still maintain the majority of your comprehension rate. You'll keep up fine. Don't worry."

Mika smiled.

"Alright. Reid and Leeds will get a start on the paper trail, and the rest of us will go to the most recent scene."

Mika and Reid nodded.

Rossi stared at me from across the table.

His eyes read one thing. What aren't you telling me?

"Later." I mouthed.

He hesitantly nodded before looking over her shoulder.

"Why is yours so small?"

"I have 20/20 vision. Do you?"

He gently flicked her upper arm, and I frowned.

"No, and you know that."

You know her.

"I keep telling you to get glasses, but no. You'll only wear them in photos to look smarter."

"Is she your kid?" Emily asked.

"Niece."

I felt the colour drain from my face abruptly.

"Likes poking fun at me like her mom did when we were young."

She smirked. "Hard job, someone's gotta do it."

I checked my watch. "We should be there in about 3 hours. Everyone, get some rest. Unless Garcia manages to forward us more documents, we've hit a wall."

Mike brushed her foot against my ankle as she stood, and I had to resist watching her go.

What happened last night cannot affect work. How ironic that you should lecture her on that when you're letting affect you.

I stood up, walked back into the coffee bar, and refilled my thermos.

"Is Dave gonna kill me with he finds out?" I asked lowly as she worked on a Redbull.

"Dunno. He's kind of like a brotherly uncle. Like he and I bicker like kids. He's pretty protective of me, though. I won't let him bite your head off, though." She said, rolling her neck.

"Mmm. He was around a lot when you were young?"

She nodded. "My dad dipped out when I was a kid, and Uncle Dave was just there most of the time. Mom never complained, especially when my dad abruptly promised to pay for college and then dropped off the earth again. Uncle Dave put me through college as long as I had good grades."

I nodded and sipped at my coffee. "How are you."

"Solidly un-hungover now."

I sighed lowly and looked into my coffee. "Not that."

I glanced at her smirk in the corner of my eye.

"Good. Sore, but good. You?"

"Good."

"Eating your earlier words?" She teased, chucking the can in the trash.

"Go sit down," I said, softly.

"Aye, aye, Heffe." She teased, walking past me.

I nursed my coffee for quite a while before slipping into the bathroom. I glanced into the mirror, observing the dark circles under my eyes. I turned the faucet, splashed some water on my face, and pat dried my face. I turned the faucet off before stepping out.

And bumping into Dave.

"It's later."

"Later, later, Dave."

"Nope." He said. "How do you know my niece?"

I sighed and leaned against the door.

He slid the curtain closed. "Not getting out of this one. You're not even half-assing trying to hide how you feel. You're doing a shit job."

"We spent last night together." I whisper-blurted.

He stood, staring at me. "All this for one night?"

"She's the first person I've been with since Haley died."

Dave nodded. "Got it."

"I do like her, Dave."

Another nod. "I can tell." He said, humour in his voice.

Mika popped her head in. "If you two gossiping hens are done, the seatbelt light is on."

Dave ushered her to her seat and quickly sat as well before the jet jerked.

I slid the back of Derek's seat and Reid's seat. "Shit." I hissed under my breath.

Derek grabbed my arm and pulled me back past him. "Careful boss. No bumping around."

Dave chuckled as I sat and buckled in. "You good?"

I huffed and leaned my head back.

My phone buzzed, and I checked it.

-We can talk more later. - Mika

I breathed a sigh of relief.

-Looking forward to it. Get some rest. - Aaron.

She smiled and leaned her head against the rest before closing her eyes.

My chest ached with the same affection as last night. I saved her number on my phone and forced myself to close my eyes as well.

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luveline · 8 months

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oooh! just had an idea!!! bombshell reader x spencer where he comes over to her apartment one day on the weekend to suprise her with breakfast/flowers bc they just started dating. however, bombshell is in sweats/no makeup/messy hair when she answers but when she sees its spencer, she FLIPS out/slams the door bc she doesnt want him to see her in that state. spencer, however, is confused ofc because he genuinely doesnt notice her outfit/lack of makeup and thinks she is gorgeous no matter what.

hope this is ok ♡ fem, 1.1k

The song starts slow and ends slower. You could picture Spencer listening to it, his head on your shoulder or yours on his, wired earphones shared between you.

You grab a pencil to jot a quick post-it note so you'll remember, one knee on your desk chair. You don't want to sit down with the shower running in case you get distracted by your new photo frame.

You and Spencer took a photo to commemorate finally getting together. Or rather, Hotch did, standing behind the camera with an impossible mixture of fondness and disapproval. You look like a true couple with matching graphic t-shirts and beaming smiles, Spencer's arm over your shoulders and yours behind his back. You can't see it without staring; you use all your strength to ignore the photo, pulling your post-it from its pad and tacking the yellow square to your vanity. Tell Spencer about love song from Ocean Boulavard.

The door to your apartment rings with a knock. If you weren't distracted in your losing don't-think-about-Spencer battle, you'd recognise the timid pattern of it.

You've been expecting a parcel all weekend.

"Coming!" you call, tugging a sweater over your vest top, plaid pyjama pants dragging against the floor as you make your way out of your bedroom and into the main living area. "Two seconds!"

You give yourself a precursory glance in the mirror next to the door before you answer it. You'd never go out like this, but the delivery driver won't see you long. You're mostly clean and fully dressed, though your socks don't match.

That's another thing to tell Spencer. He must be rubbing off on you.

"Hello," you say cheerily, pulling the door open with a smile.

"Hi," Spencer says, big brown eyes aglow at the sight of you, his hands full to bursting. There are enough things in his hands to hide his chest completely.

You don't have a chance to decipher exactly what he's brought as you flinch behind the cover of the door, not cruel enough to close it in his face, but wanting to. "Spencer! What are you doing here?"

"Well, you live here."

His hand comes up tentatively near yours on the door. He doesn't push it further in or attempt to come inside. He might have, if you hadn't squeaked in warning, biting down on the soft inside of your cheek.

"Is everything okay?" he asks.

"Everything is fine!" You squeeze your eyes closed, your pulse a hummingbird hammering between them.

"Really?" Spencer asks, taking back his hand. "Can I–"

There's a shuffling sound like he might step forward, and that's the last straw, you're fully panicking as you slam it closed.

A too long silence. Your breath comes unnaturally quickly, your thoughts racing to match. I can't believe I just did that. Why did I do that?

What do I do?

"Spencer, I'm naked," you say.

"You were definitely wearing clothes. What's wrong? I brought breakfast, I thought I'd surprise you. I texted you. When you didn't answer I figured maybe you were still sleeping after last night, but… now I'm thinking maybe I read that wrong."

"You didn't read it wrong! You can always come over!" you insist, looking around behind you as if you might suddenly find a full face of makeup hiding in your sideboard, or a fresh change of clothes hanging on the coat hooks.

"Okay, so, can I come in?"

You poke at the sore bit of skin in your cheek with a wince. "Spence, I'm not dressed. Like, I'm not ready. I look like a mess."

"You looked beautiful. For the two seconds that I could see your face, at least." You breathe in uselessly. An answer doesn't present itself. Spencer offers some wisdom while you panic, but you aren't sure you want to hear it. "We're dating, right? So as much as you clearly don't want me to see you like this, it's gonna happen. Hopefully regularly?" He laughs lightly on the other side of the door. "Can I please come in?"

Nerves gnaw at your fingers, uncomfortable pins and needles. "What if you don't like it as much?" you ask quietly. You're surprised he can hear you.

"Do you trust me?"

What sort of question is that? This isn't about trust. This is about you, an image of yourself you hold and that you want others to share, it's why you dress as you do, why you wear your intricate hairstyles, and spend hours upon hours priming and primping.

You want to be pretty deeply, especially in Spencer's eyes. Do you trust him to find you pretty still, without all the extra effort? Pretty from the moment you wake up?

You wait for the verdict as you open the door again. The handle clicks and lugs, the hinge whining as it swings inward. You step backward to allow him space, meeting Spencer's eyes with an insecurity that doesn't suit you.

He doesn't react at first. His hand tightens around the neck of a sprawling bouquet, wildflowers like a burst of colour against his chest, the long white body of a lily of the valley kissing the curve of his neck. He smells like powdered sugar donuts and the food truck they came from, the story of his obsession a remembered delight. I think of you every time I cross the square to the train station by my place. The warm vanilla smell reminds me of your perfume. But I'm usually already thinking of you. He's been bringing you donuts intermittently for months now.

He finally smiles at you, all manner of morning warmth flooding the room with him. The sun at his heels, the silky brown colour of his hair, you look up as he steps close, as light silhouettes him, turns the silk to fluff. You can see every detail this close down to the baby flyaways, and he can see the same.

"How could you think I wouldn't like this?" he asks. His words are hushed with earnestness but yards from hesitant. Spencer is unabashedly, genuinely enamoured with you. "You're so pretty. You always are."

You beg him silently to hold your face, taking the flowers from his hand. He can read you from that small action alone, raising a deft hand to your cheek.

You lean into his palm.

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junipers-archive · 1 year

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Reíd request here! Could you do playing strip poker with Spencer?

Hi! yes ofc thank you for sending your idea to me, also hope you don't mind I kinda made this sub!spencer x reader and a lil smutty blurb:') Word count: 660//Includes smutty themes obviously & grinding & sub x dom dynamic a lil bit

"Four of a kind." You say smirking to yourself as Spencer blushes and ducks his head. He's down to his boxers by this point and similarly you're down to your underwear and bra.

Quietly looking up he replys, "Royal Flush."

To be fair this was your own fault. You were one who had insisted you two play strip poker when he had only suggested poker to pass the time. But in your defense you needed to get over this crush of yours.

It was getting embarrassing how many times you wondered what it would feel like to skim your fingers down his chest, kiss his neck, feel the weight of him under you, inside you...

So when Hotch told you you'd be rooming together you took it to your advantage.

You'd convinced yourself that worst case sceneario he'd flat out reject you and it'd be easier to get over him. Best case...well you'd see when the time came.

"You're kidding." He'd won the past few rounds. He had to be cheating, but to your surprise the very thought sent a rush of warmth to your core. If he was cheating, he wanted to win, and if he wanted to win...could that mean he wanted to see you naked?

"Nope!" he's smirking all the while blushing bright red as he puts his cards down for you to see, and when you lean over to get a good look you also give him one of your chest.

When he sputters, not even hiding the fact he's staring right at your tits you laugh, crawling slightly closer to him so he can see all of you better, even the curve of your ass which you purposely arch your back to create a better view for.

"See something you like, genius?"

Now he's turning his head every-which way trying to look anywhere but your chest, and failing horribly as he attempts to look downward which only gives him the best shot.

"I-I no! I- mean ye-yes-I just-I'm sorry-" he stutters as you grab his face, coming to sit on his lap where you take notice of his hard-on beneath you.

"Answer the question Doctor."

At that he whines, squirming, "Y-Yes?"

"Okay, that's good to hear" You begin trailing kisses down his neck and whispering, "So tell me Spence, since you won the last round, what piece of clothing do I take off now?"

"I-I get to choose?" His hands still haven't left the rug beneath him so you pull them to rest on the back of your thighs when you look up at him again.

"You win, pretty boy." you're whispering against hips lips at this point so you lean in to kiss him fully and feel him finally relax, grabbing your ass to pull you even closer.

When you pull back he's gasps, which you deem as your new favorite sound, "This."

It takes you a moment to realize he's referring to your lacy bra as he tugs at it from behind, giving you his big hazel doe eyes all the while.

When you unclasp it, its falls to the ground simultaneously as he audibly groans at your bare breasts.

He takes one hand off your ass, no longer shy, massaging one of your tits in one hand as he sucks small hickies that make your head spin on the other.

You giggle at his eagerness and slip his cock out of his boxers pumping it in your hand until the tip is leaking with pre-cum.

He whines when you swipe your finger over it, and you swear you could come at the sound alone.

It isn't until he begs that you begin to grind your clothed mound against him.

You both moan at the friction your panties provide and you yourself throw your head back as he begins to move you faster with the hand that remains on your ass.

And you're surprised that even in this blissed state you can hear him over both of your loud border-line pornographic moans, as he whispers against you, "Thank god for strip poker."

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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BAU Boys

request: Hey! I loved your fic with Hotch and Reid, could you write a fic with Morgan, Hotch, Reid, and ofc y/n? Maybe some (or not just some) spit kink/cum play/Reid on his knees?

i didn't make this spencer x reader romantically like i usually do so i hope that's okay

Summary: Staying late at Rossi's with your favorite colleagues really pays off

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner x Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader (SMUTTT)

Content Warnings: omg, where to start? alcohol consumption and the smut: | unprotected penetrative sex, (protected) anal sex, oral f/m giving/receiving, spit kink, lots of cum play, degradation and maybe a little humiliation, a lot of praise, some choking, so much teasing/dirty talk |

Word Count: 6.7k and it's just filth

You should have known choosing to stay at Rossi's with just Spencer, Morgan, and Hotch would lead to trouble.

Rossi, your fabulous host, had gone to his room, insisting on his old-man bedtime, and left the four of you on the outdoor couches around his massive firepit.

How hot they are, the heat from the open flames and the alcohol makes it difficult to concentrate. You've been alone with each of them on cases, but something about tonight feels different. It's a mix of Morgan's flirting, Hotch's hand on your back lower back whenever he walks past you, and Spencer having played footsies with you under the table that's got you hot and bothered.

"Let's play truth or dare," Morgan suggests, and you know where the evening is going. One way or another, you're going to end up sleeping with one- or hopefully, more than one- of them.

You've thought about it before. Hotch has the dominant, authoritative thing going on where you can't help but imagine him barking orders at you in bed like he does at unsubs. Morgan can be like that, but he's got a prevalent flirty side, and you have no doubt that he's experienced enough to make you cum in every position. Then there's Spencer... sweet Spencer, who, you're sure, knows more than he's letting on and absolutely has a submissive side.

You thought Hotch, at least, would object to the game, calling it childish as he had on more than one occasion, but he doesn't. "But if you don't want to answer, you can drink instead." Hotch proposes, although it sounds more like a strict rule when it's coming from his mouth.

"I'm done for whatever." You agree too strongly, but it's very intentional.

"I might need more convincing," Spencer complains, but he's bluffing, you can tell.

You reach over to touch his knee, holding it for slightly longer than would be appropriate in a professional setting. "I'm sure we can figure that out." You say, glancing between Hotch and Morgan who absolutely know what you're talking about.

Spencer's Adam's apple bobs as he gulps. "Thanks."

"I'm going first." Morgan declares, clearly having a question in mind, as is evident by his excessive grinning. "Pretty boy, truth or dare?"

"Seriously?" Spencer asks, huffing. You all knew Morgan would choose him first, probably to start off with a low-key but sexual question. "Truth."

His question is just as you expected. "Did you ever lose that v-card of yours?" He asks with zero hesitation.

"Morgan." You tell him off, leaning across to hit him on the shoulder. "Don't pick on him."

"Answer the question." Hotch orders, and your eyebrows raise as you sneak a glance at him.

He's either curious, or he already knows the answer. You can't tell which. "No," Spencer states firmly. "I mean yes, I lost it. I'm not a virgin."

"Your turn." Morgan reminds him, impatiently tapping his foot.

You're close to asking him what exactly has him so excited, but then Spencer chooses one of you. "Hotch."

"Truth." Your boss picks.

The question that comes out of Spencer's mouth is not what you would expect by a long shot. "What's the largest age gap you've had between you and a partner?" He asks, before clarifying, "A sexual partner."

You almost want to hug him for asking, as if he'd done it for your benefit, but you contain yourself. "20 years." He answers, eyes fixed on you. His expression is pure lust, and you know you're in.

You are so in.

And you could not be more thrilled about it. His intense gaze makes your whole body heat up, and your underwear dampens.

"Y/n." Of course, he'd choose you, able to read your expression just like how you're reading his.

You're going to tease him. It's game on. You just can't help it, keep him on his toes, humble him a little. "Dare. I'm not a wimp like either of you." To further push your luck, you not-so-sneakily touch Spencer's thigh again, watching how it's making Hotch clench his jaw with jealousy.

"Bring your smart mouth here then." He responds with a challenge, standing up as you do. He looks thoroughly delectable with his sleeves rolled up, his forearms on full display.

Morgan, scoffing at your boldness, and Spencer, eyes wide, watch the interaction play out eagerly. Of course, it would be your boss who set the tone of the evening.

You walk over to him confidently, only stopping when your shoes are an inch from his. It's a bluff, a large one. Standing in front of him makes you feel tiny more so now than at work. You're breathing gets increasingly unsteady when he grabs your jaw between his index finger and thumb and he holds you there, prolonging your intense eye contact.

Somehow, you want to squirm away from and get closer to him and his addicting cologne.

Involuntarily, you let out a whimper, earning a smirk from him. The world slips away from you for the half minute that you stand there, completely freezing.

Then he lets go, leaving your skin hot and your mouth open in astonishment. "That's what I thought," Hotch says calmly. You're pretty sure he sits back down to hide his hard-on, but you're still too stunned to move. His smirk is smugger than you've ever seen it.

When you sit back down, Morgan's chuckling, enjoying your reaction. "Y/n?" He says, getting you to nod, your attention finally back on him. "Your turn."

"Spencer Reid." You turn to him, knowing you'll be going against the 'don't tease Spencer' policy you set for Morgan.

"Truth." He decides, not deterred by your name-calling.

It's the answer you're looking for. "What's the dirtiest thing you've ever thought about me?"

Without hesitation, he reaches for his drink, taking a sip of his fruity cocktail. "Nope." He says, taking full advantage of the 'out' clause set by Hotch.

"Seriously?" You scoff, hitting him on the shoulder playfully. Now you're even more interested.

"Morgan." Spencer chooses.

"Truth." He says, confirming that, ironically, you're the only one with balls.

"What is...your favorite sex position?" He asks. It's a seemingly innocent question, much tamer than the eyefucking, or whatever that was, that occurred between you and Hotch

But Morgan takes it a step further, getting up from where he's sitting and holding his hand out for you to take. "I'll show you." He says, looking at Spencer.

You take his hand cautiously, but with anticipation of him doing something to you like Hotch did. You're hoping it involves his arms around you in some form because his strong arms are mouthwatering.

He doesn't. Instead, he pulls you to the side, grinning at you. "Thanks, princess." He winks, handing you over to Hotch.

Before you can ask what's happening, Hotch has you in his lap, one hand holding your waist as you face forward for the Morgan/Spencer show.

Spencer's just as stunned as you were with Hotch as Morgan puts him on his hands and knees like he's a ragdoll before getting on his knees behind Spencer and pushing his hips against his ass. He waits for a beat to make sure Spencer's comfortable with it before pushing his head against the fabric of the outdoor couch.

"Does that answer your question?" Morgan asks, mostly rhetorically because Spencer is hard. Very, very hard. The question makes him let out a moan that he quickly tries to disguise.

As you giggle at his pathetic attempt to hide his pleasure, Hotch's grip on your waist tightened. It's innocent enough until you wiggle around enough to feel how hard he is, just what you're looking for.

"Caused a problem for me, baby." He tells you, shifting your hair on the left side of your shoulder to the side. You're grateful you chose an emerald green, sleeveless, silk blouse with an open back in the morning. You're also grateful you picked a matching set of underwear that you're sure is about to make an appearance.

"I can tell." You say simply, not even turning your head to look at him. You're too focused on the glorious sight in front of you of Morgan practically dry-humping Spencer, drilling home -quite literally- what his favorite position is.

The remark isn't what he's looking for, and he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, making you whimper slightly.

Not one to fold so easily, you continue pushing his buttons. "Sounds like you should fix it." You tell him.

He grips your jaw like he did before, tilting your chin around as far as it can go so he can stare into your eyes while he reprimands you. "That's not courteous."

"I'm sure your hand would work fine." You persist, rolling your ass backward against the hard length poking through his pants. "Surely you've done it enough times thinking about me. In hotel rooms after a long hot day in Texas." Hotch barely flinches ever, but when he gulps then, you know your suspicions about that day was right. Back then, a few months ago, he was squirming at the lowcut top you'd worn just for him. "What else to do think about?" You bait him to keep going.

"Making you absolutely weak in the knees." He tells you, hand sneaking onto your thigh. "Which I think..." He pauses for a moment, pushing his hand further up, bunching your skirt up before nudging the pad of his thumb against your underwear. "Worked."

You're forcing yourself not to cave so easily. "That's not very descriptive, Aaron." You chide, purposefully lowering your voice as you say his first name.

He's not holding it together as well as you are- or are pretending to- and he juts his hips into yours with a guttural groan. "You want descriptive?" He asks.

"What part of what I just said was unclear?" You ask, grinning as you piss him off.

His fingernails are pressing so firmly into your thigh that you know he'll leave nail-shaped imprints. "Seeing how you behave, I definitely think about spanking your ass bright red until you learn to stop being a brat, and then shoving my cock so far down your throat that you can't make any more smart comments, and finally, fucking you so hard that there's not a single thought in that pretty head of yours."

You mewl at his words, and you know it's giving him the upper hand, but you need something more than sitting on his lap, feeling his hard cock against your back.

"That's what I thought," Aaron says smugly. "Don't even need my cock in you to have you desperate. Going to beg for me?"

You scoff, making sure he can see you roll your eyes. "Not yet." You answer. "Ever considered it's that that's turning me on?" You ask, tipping your head towards the scene playing out in front of you.

Morgan's in the position you bet Aaron wishes he was in, fingers threaded through Spencer's curls to force more cock down his throat. It's definitely contributing to how turned on you are, but nothing's affecting you as much as Aaron.

When Morgan catches you looking he winks, tugs Spencer's eager mouth off him, and holds his jaw. It gives you a full view of just how big his cock is, confirming what Penelope had hypothesized a while ago. You're excited to have it inside you or Aaron's or Spencer's. Or any one of their fingers. Or anything.

Spencer doesn't even shut his mouth, and it makes it easy for Morgan to spit into it.

"That too?" Aaron asks, noticing your obvious reaction to the act. "Didn't know you were so filthy, Ms. L/n."

"You're a pretty shitty profiler then." You snap back.

He grabs your cheek roughly, holding you in place, and you allow yourself a glance down at his thick, long fingers. "You know what I think?" He asks, not giving you enough time to think of or articulate a smart-mouth answer. "This whole brat act you have going on, it's just a front for you worrying you're not going to be as good at sucking cock as Spencer is."

"I should put that to the test." You decide, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise, anticipating you getting down on your knees. "And go suck Derek's cock."

"Get up." He demands, dominant tone so prevalent. You're unsure of what he's doing, and it's evident on your face. Instead of letting you go to Derek, Aaron nods at him. "Inside?" He offers. You spin around in your heels to look at him, trying to read what he's thinking. "Do you want Dave watching?" He asks rhetorically.

Your eyes snap to the window of Rossi's bedroom, worried he's standing there in a matching pajama set and one of those old stripy hates with a pompom at the end (what you guess he sleeps in) and judging- while also being supportive- of all four of you.

Thankfully, he's not, but you realize it's better to not risk it. Spencer's thinking the same thing, getting off his knees, which are probably sore from the stone patio tiles.

Aaron grabs his glass of scotch and Spencer's ice water in one hand, nudging you to follow Derek and Spencer with a hand on your ass. "Are you going to be good?" He asks, leaning down so you can feel his breath hot against your neck.

"No." You answer honestly, not deterred by his tight squeeze on your ass.

"Good." He says with a grin. "Are you going to let me do whatever I want to you?"

Your stomach clenches with excitement as he says that. "Yes." You tell him because you're already putty in his hands, without him touching you under your clothing.

"Stop." He demands, when you reach the door of the bedroom that Derek and Spencer are in. You look up at him with a frown, worried he'll walk you to the next bedroom and you won't get to spend the night with all of them, but he walks in and puts the glasses down on the nightstand. Your confusion only increases with his next instruction. "Hands and knees." Regardless, you follow it, waiting for the next one. "Crawl."

You do as he instructs without hesitation as all of them watch while they stand in front of the bed. "So she can follow instructions." Derek jokes, clearly having paid more attention to you are Aaron outside than you were paying to him. "On your knees, baby." He instructs.

You oblige, switching from Aaron to Derek smoothly. He runs his thumb over your bottom lip, and you know what he's looking for: a trial run, a chance to test if your cock-sucking skills are enough for him to let you have a turn giving him head.

You take it into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the smooth skin, but he pushes down on the bottom row of your teeth after a second, forcing- with no objections- your jaw down. The air in the room dries your mouth out until he holds it like Aaron had, bending down to do to you what he had done with Spencer, and you feel his warm saliva coating your tongue.

Aaron steps closer, having his turn. The slight scotch taste still in his mouth is what you've been awaiting. He guides Spencer's head down by his hair so he, too, can spit on your tongue. It's not gross, like it might be with someone else. The warm mix of all three of them is delightful.

"Going to swallow?" Aaron temps, raising his eyebrow.

It's not really a question. Of course, you're going to. All you've wanted since Aaron first held your jaw was to feel a mix of three of them coating your throat. "Always." You say, winking up at them.

"Let's test that out." Aaron prompts, nodding down towards his pants. You know you're still going to tease him, and you only palm his prominent bulge.

You continue your intense eye contact with him while you listen to Derek giving Spencer instructions. "Get up on the bed, pretty boy."

Aaron takes his eyes off you for a moment, and yours follow where he's looking, directly at Derek. "Check the drawer," Aaron tells him, nodding to the bedside table on the left side.

Derek does, showing all three of you what Aaron has prior knowledge of being in the drawer: condoms and lube. Everything you need for a good night.

You chuckle up at Aaron as you go to unbutton and unzip his pants. "How'd you know that was there?"

"Lucky guess." He shrugs. "I promise I don't bring random people here and have sex with them." He assures you, delicately brushing a finger through your hair. "Why? Are you jealous?"

You shake your head. "I can share and be shared." You joke regarding the situation in the room. "Plus, if it actually is as big as it feels, any girl you bring here or anywhere else should have the opportunity to have it inside them."

He's never done well with compliments, and he laughs slightly, unable to hide his blushing. It's so beautiful because of its rarity. You just enjoy it instead of commenting on it, unbuckling his belt.

"Wait, stop." He says quickly, and you pull away. It's an odd situation to be in, especially since he's your boss, and you completely understand if he has changed his mind. He notices the concern on your face and strokes his thumb over your cheek to show you he's okay. "Stand up." He requests, helping you up with his other hand.

"Are you okay?" You double-check.

He nods slightly before he dips his head, avoids bumping your noses together, and kisses you. You shouldn't be so shocked since your lips were a couple of inches away from his on the couch, but it takes you a half-second to kiss him back.

It's a delicate and surprisingly innocent kiss for the position you were just in, and he looks shy when he pulls back, avoiding eye contact. It's a side to him that you've never seen before, like the wall of authoritative command has wavered, and it's attractive. "Sorry, I just don't like to...you know..." He trails off sheepishly.

You fill in the blanks in your head, leaning up to kiss him yourself. You always knew he was a softy. "It's okay." You assure him. "Can I?" You ask, hooking your fingers into his belt.

"Please." He nods. You don't even get back down to your knees before both of you are distracted by Spencer on his hands and knees, his loud moan, and the beautiful sight of Derek's fingers in his ass. His index and middle finger pump in and out at a speed that makes your knees weak, from watching, clearly hitting a spot inside Spencer that makes him crazy.

Derek praises him, running his large palm over his arched back. "Such a good boy." He says, putting another finger in Spencer's ass. His moans are shameless, different from how soft-spoken he usually is.

"You're going to have to be quieter than that." Aaron comments, sneaking a hand under your shirt to touch your bare skin so he can keep you close to him.

"Can't think of a good way to shut him up, Hotch?" Derek prompts with a sly grin. "His mouth is extraordinary."

Aaron plays it casually, too, and Spencer's hips search for friction on the bed at the objectification. "If you're going to fuck him, I'm going to need to."

"Oh, I'm going to fuck him," Derek assures him, making Spencer whine pitifully, and roll his hips back. "Be good." He chastises as he slips his fingers out and takes off his pants.

"Promise, promise," Spencer begs as Derek uses one of the many, many condoms on the table.

Aaron looks to you. "Mind if I put that sharing theory to the test?"

You gulp, your mouth drying up. Just seeing Derek fuck Spencer is going to be hot, but throw in Aaron as well? Yup, that could be straight out of a sex dream. "Go for it." You say weakly.

Aaron holds you tightly to him, not wanting you to feel left out. He leans down to kiss Spencer like he had done with you while you take his pants off for him.

You kiss up his neck as he does so until you can whisper into his ear, "Proud of you."

He knows what you mean because he told you all about his abusive, poor excuse for a father who hated that he liked boys, as well as girls, and beat him into repression.

He stands back up again, locking eyes with Derek before they both push inside Spencer. His moans without a cock in his mouth must be impressive because even with Aaron hitting the back of his throat, he's loud

Derek stays in him, unmoving for him to adjust to the size of his thick cock. Aaron doesn't, starting with shallow thrusts into his mouth. "Guide him." He tells you, taking your hand and threading it through Spencer's hair.

When he nods, you do so, tightly grasping his hair to make him whimper around Aaron's length, which, in turn, makes him groan. Derek's thrusts implement much more movement of Spencer's mouth around Aaron than your fingers do, but you keep them there because he looks so pretty that you can't help the need to touch him.

Aaron's head tilts to you when Spencer can no longer keep his eyes open, and he kisses you more passionately that time, tongue slipping into your mouth and teeth clashing. It's rough, and all that you want from him.

"I want you to cum in my mouth." You tell him when you both have to pull back to get some air, breathless.

He tears his eyes away from you, tugging Spencer off him, hopefully, to oblige your request. Spencer actually looks upset, like he's done something wrong, and Aaron quickly assures him that it's quite the opposite. "You did so well." Then he looks up at Derek, who's pounding into Spencer. "You were right."

Spencer mewls at the praise, and you're too focused on how cute he looks to notice Aaron's expression darkening until he pushes you to the floor. His hand rests against your cheek before he pulls back and slaps you so lightly it's almost a stroke.

"Making demands isn't cute." He warns, darkened eyes staring into your soul.

He's perfect in any form, but the back-and-forth repartee, you winding him up and his retaliations, continues to get you hot and bothered. "So you don't want to cum in my mouth?" You ask. "Because this." You pause to stroke pump his length, coated with Spencer's spit, up and down. "Says otherwise." He groans from you stroking your finger over the tip, and you decide he's in a position compromised enough for you to push him more. "Still got tough enough to follow through on your promise of shutting me up?"

"Yes." His voice snaps at the same time his hips do into your mouth. You flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can.

He's rougher with you than he was with Spencer, but he doesn't push into your mouth too far, aware of his size. He tangles his fingers through your hair, pulling it up into a ponytail so he can thrust in and out of your mouth. You don't go against his rhythm, but you take more of his cock down your throat each time, and by his raised eyebrows, impressing him greatly.

On the bed next to you, Derek has Spencer in the exact position he was in on the couch, fucking him lighter than before, teasing Spencer by not letting him cum. It doesn't stop him from loudly moaning, meeting Derek's thrusts by rocking his hips back.

You only have to gag a few times around Aaron's length, fondle his balls, and wink at him before he's coating your throat with another type of his bodily fluids.

As promised, you keep your lips wrapped around him as you swallow all of his warm cum, winking up at him. "Good?" You ask as you pull off, but you already have your answer from the look on his face.

"I mean, Spencer got me most of the way there." He jokes with you, looking back at Spencer on the bed, who's getting railed into next week with the pace of Derek's thrusts.

When he helps you up, you punch him on the shoulder. "You jerk."

"I'm going to fuck you later." He promises, wrapping his arm around your waist and leaning forward to kiss you again. That time, you pull away from the kiss, grab his jaw, and spit into his mouth, no doubt letting him taste his own cum. He groans after you do so. "Play with Spencer." He insists, pushing you onto the bed.

Cruelly, Derek's pulling out of Spencer, having cum inside him without letting him cum.

Aaron goes to sit on the armchair in the room, needing a moment before he fulfills his next promise, and you stand at the edge of the bed.

You cup Spencer's cheeks at the edge of the bed while he stands up on his knees, rocking slightly. "So precious." You coo, smiling at his fucked-out state. He's painfully hard, and you love to tease.

Derek comes to stand behind you after disposing of his condom, completely naked, and he starts kissing your neck. You reach around to feel the muscles of his stomach, having seen them without being able to touch so many times. Your lips stay on Spencer's, gauging how submissive he is by how much control of the kiss he's giving you.

Derek and Spencer lift your shirt over your head together, both of them kissing every inch of bare skin while the compliments flow. Derek takes Spencer's hand from your waist, holding it against the clasp of your bra.

"Take it off her." He prompts before chuckling. "If you know how."

Spencer huffs, turning back to glare at him. "I've taken bras off before." He declares.

"I'm teasing, silly," Derek says, moving his hand off Spencer's in favor of cupping his cheek.

You move slightly out of the way when you see the look in Spencer's eyes, probably mirroring Derek's. It's a desire for more than the physical side of sex. There's an emotional longing, and you watch right next to you as Derek pulls his face closer. He doesn't hesitate to dive in and kiss him for the first time.

You cup Derek's cheek as they kiss, proud of him for overcoming the traumas of his childhood, like you're proud of Aaron for doing the same thing. From your glance at Aaron in the corner, you know he's thinking the same thing, and you can also see his longing for Spencer.

Derek and Spencer's kiss only lasts a few seconds, although you're sure it won't be the only one of the night. Then Aaron's up standing again, determined to tease Spencer since you're too stunned to.

Derek's hands leave you and he takes Aaron's seat, watching you three work in tandem. Aaron undoes your bra with the help of Spencer's hand before they each squeeze one of your tits.

You throw your head back onto Aaron's shoulder when he pinches at your nipple. "Responsive." He praises, enjoying toying with you.

When you look down, Spencer's looking at you like your tits are the first pair he's ever seen, totally astonished. "You're so beautiful." He tells you sweetly.

"You are, sweetheart." You reply. "Such pretty moans, too."

Aaron's voice in your ear surprises you, his body heat making your knees weak. "Want to hear more?" He offers.

"What? You're going to fuck Spencer before me?" You complain. Just the words make Spencer whimper, and you don't blame him. You can't wait to have his cock in you either.

Aaron's hand travels upwards until it's resting against your throat, and he squeezes as lightly as he had slapped you, experimental. You rock your hips back against his.

"Yup, I'm sticking to an order." He scolds you. "Suck it up and wait or get nothing."

Playing him is what you do well, and you whimper softly. "I'll wait." You agree, moving out of the way so he can kiss Spencer. When he's distracted by his cock stirring, you walk over to where Derek's sitting.

"Hi, baby." He says, looking up at you as one of his hands curls around the back of your thigh. You catch the glances he's sneaking, indiscreetly, at your tits. "Come here to seduce your second choice?"

"Never my second choice, Der." You assure him. "I do think it's only fair I get fucked at some point."

He nods in agreement. "I do think that's very reasonable. But to avoid Hotch's wrath at me having you first, I'm going to need some persuading."

You can give that to him easily, especially when he's getting hard from staring at your tits.

You rest his hands on your waist, shocked, like you were with Aaron's, at how big they are against your skin. "Unlike the lap dances I'm sure you usually get, you can touch me." You tell him.

"Baby, there's no competition." He assures you, that signature Derek Morgan smirk directed at you. It fills you with confidence, and there is no confidence boost like one coming from someone as charming as him.

You're determined to make it fantastic anyway, moving your body sensually against his. You run your hands down his chest, feeling those delicious rock-hard abs before rolling your ass against his cock. With a wide smile, he just watches you, hands following your movements. Turning your head to the side, you suck on his neck like he had been doing to yours.

You get sidetracked by Spencer's beautiful mouth and its sounds again. He's getting his prostate pummeled by Aaron, eyes rolled back so far into his head that you’re sure they’ll stay like that.

"Want a turn?" He offers you, noticing how turned on you are from watching everyone fuck Spencer.

"Please." You beg, placing your hand on top of his, and pushing it up your thigh.

He squeezes your thigh, turning you around. His fingers drag the zip of your skirt down, and you step out of it when it lands on the floor, nude aside from your underwear.

"God." He mutters, eyes all over your figure. "You are gorgeous." You grin at him, spinning around. "Going to believe me next time I tell you that?" He asks, pulling you closer to him by your hips before grabbing the back of your knees, so you're kneeling on either side of his thighs.

You laugh. "Yeah, maybe I will."

"Going to ride me? Or I can fuck you into that mattress." He offers, fingers moving across your lower stomach, barely nudging the waistband of your panties.

You look behind at Aaron and Spencer, and you have your answer. "There."

Derek doesn't struggle to pick you up as he gets up, his hardened cock resting against the wettest spot of your panties. He dumps you onto the mattress, standing back to take your panties off.

When he goes to grab a condom, you stop him. "You don't have to." You tell him gently. "I'm clean and on birth control."

He grins at you, hands back on your hips as he pulls you to the edge of the mattress. You wrap your legs around him to bring him closer, and his cock nudges your clit.

He strokes your slit, smirking at how wet you are before pressing into your hole. "Need a warm-up?"

You shake your head decisively. "No. Just fuck me, please, Derek."

"Since you asked so nicely." He agrees, lining his cock up before pushing into you.

You both moan in unison at the instant pleasure. Somehow, he feels thicker than he looks, taking up every inch of space inside you. Each vein has a delightful feeling against your walls.

"Fuck, can you feel how tight you are?" He asks, mostly rhetorically.

"Y-yeah." You answer with a shaky breath as he sinks fully inside you. "Holy shit, Derek."

He still has that grin on his face that you love, and it's so attractive. "Yeah, baby, I know." He agrees. Leaning down to whisper in your ear, the slight stubble that's grown out on his face tickles your skin. "Look at him."

The him is Spencer next to you, head thrown back against Aaron's shoulder while he gets fucked basically upright. You haven't been drowning out his moans, just focusing on the feeling of Derek inside you, but they're louder than before.

"Going to be a good boy and cum?" Aaron asks him, cutting himself off with a loud groan.

Spencer's nodding frantically, blubbering about how close he is. He's so pretty like that, hair sticking to his forehead. You and Derek watch as his muscles tighten, and he cums on his stomach. Aaron pulls out of him without coming. Hopefully, saving it for you.

Aaron lets him drop onto his back on the bed, and you touch his cheek gently. Derek, picking his thrusts up, draws your attention back to him, and you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him closer.

With his pace, you don't even realize Aaron's hovering over you until he taps your cheek. Instinctively, you open your mouth, unsure of what he's about to do. Then he lets a long trail of his saliva mixed with Spencer's cum that he must have cleaned up into your mouth. You moan at the taste and position you're in.

Derek picks up his thrusts inside you, cock gliding in and out of you with ease. "What's got you so wet, baby?" He coos, grabbing your hips tighter. "Me, Spencer, Aaron? All of us?"

"Everything." You answer. "Please, keep going. And faster!"

He gives you just what you want, quickening his rhythmic pace and hitting a spot so deep inside you that you aren't sure you've ever felt it before.

You chant his name in time with his thrusts, tightening your legs around him, and your stomach muscles tighten involuntarily as you cum on his cock, clenching around him.

"Where'd you want it, lovely?" He asks, voice strained. He must be so close to coming because he doesn't try to hide it.

"In me." You answer without any hesitation. The enthusiastic grin you send him does him in, stilling entirely inside you as he pumps you full of his cum.

When he pulls out, you're still breathless, unsure of if you're just waking up from a dream or not. Derek kissing you again makes it real.

You're still seeing stars when Aaron's hands grip your thighs, and when you finally open your eyes, he's standing where Derek was before. He's sitting with Spencer now, getting some water to cool down.

"You okay?" He checks.

"Yes." You assure him.

With the dark lust in his eyes, all bets are off. "Good, you're going again."

That's all the warning he gives you before sliding fully into you. He feels different from Derek, probably longer, but not by much. The overstimulation has you squirming, writhing against the comforter with a massive excess of pleasure.

Whether it's Derek's cum or just how aroused you are, you take the number one spot on his list.

"Fuck, Aaron, Jesus Christ." The moans slip from your mouth loudly.

He's keeping one hand against your waist and the over snatches your jaw. "That dirty mouth will get you in trouble one day." He assures you.

You scoff, but it comes out as a light sigh. "After all the things I've had in my mouth tonight, you think that's dirty?" You get the words out between moans.

"Can't even make smart remarks without moaning. Pathetic." He says, shaking his head in faux judgment. He adores it and knows you love it by how much you tighten around him.

"Can't even shut my smart mouth up properly." You retaliate, getting a brutal thrust in reply.

He doesn't say anything as his hand creeps onto your throat, but he challenges your statement by squeezing tight enough that you probably would struggle to talk if you were in a position to think coherently.

"Knew that would work like a charm." He gloats, smirking at you. "Am I going to have to do that every time you get mouthy?"

"Yeah- fuck- that'll work." You agree.

Before you realize it, he has your feet above your head, thighs resting on his chest. It means he can get even deeper inside you, giving you the long thrusts he was giving Spencer, rearranging your guts.

"Aaron!" You moan, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Feel so perfect squeezing around me." He compliments.

You notice the little bump in your lower stomach when you look down at where you're connected, and you take one of his hands so he can feel it.

It drives him over the edge, pumping you full of his cum like Derek had, both of their ejaculates mixing together. You were close to reaching that wonderful peak as well, and you hit him on the shoulder for not letting you finish when you realize it was intentional.

"Spencer," Aaron calls him over, maneuvering you like you're a rag doll so you're laying on the bed properly with your head propped up on the pillow.

Spencer crawls between your legs, arms wrapping around your thighs. Just his hot breath against you drives you insane.

"We've got to see if his skills transfer," Aaron explains, tangling his fingers in Spencer's curls as he pushes his lips against your slit. Not wanting to waste any of Derek or Aaron's cum, Spencer starts lapping up all that's spilling out of you.

"And give her another." Derek backs you up, sitting next to you, so he can fondle for tits. "How did these get so criminally neglected?" He does something about it and leans down to suck on them, intent on leaving reminders of your fun evening.

Spencer is, as promised, good with his mouth. He's got to perfect amount of pressure with his tongue, and he splits his focus, in a pleasure-inducing ratio, between your clit and your hole.

After Aaron previously fucking you, Derek's teeth scraping the delicate skin of your tits, and Spencer's talented lips, it doesn't take much building before you're on the edge, pushed by a single look at a specific one of them.

You lay there spent, passion coursing through your veins. You don't move until Aaron's hand gently lifts your head up, and he holds Spencer's water glass to your lips, all the ice melted.

"You okay?" He asks again, looking at you softly.

"So okay." You assure him. "I could go for another five right now. Too bad about your old-man libido."

He rolls his eyes, but it's affectionate. "She's fine." He reports to Derek, who was probably concerned about having taken things too far, although he wasn't the one with his hand around your throat. "What do you need? Food, water, shower?" He offers.

You shake your head. "Just sleep."

"She needs to pee," Spencer reports to Aaron before going into the science of peeing after sex.

You giggle at him as you get up onto your very wobbly legs, and ruffle his hair. "Thanks, genius." You joke before placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Oh, and to stretch," Derek adds. "I did not know you were so flexible."

"You didn't know a lot of things about me." You remind all of them. "And there were lots of things I didn't know about each of you."

"Y/n." Aaron stops you from trying to follow what the doctor advised. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth." You answer, much too tired for a dare.

He's hoping you would pick that anyway because he's got one thought up. "Are you going to use that knowledge again?"

You nod. "Absolutely."

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Young (Tennis) Love

Request from anon: So reader(female teenager it's not a problem if she's adopted or not) plays tennis since childhood(ok tennis rules and it's self indulgent)and now there's a big championship in DC and ofc the whole team is there to cheer for her. So she wins and while everyone congratulate her with derek being so proud of his babygirl, her crush comes up to her to congratulate her. They are giggling and slightly flirting with each other while the team watches this interaction stifling their laugh at Derek's shocked reaction. And she explains to them later on and derek makes a mental note to have a "talk" with her.

Derek Morgan x daughter!reader

Summary: After winning a tennis match, your dad, Derek, and his team aren’t the only ones there to congratulate you.

A/N: First, I apologize for this being so overdue. Life has been kicking my ass. Second, I know nothing about tennis, so I hope this is okay. I changed the plot a tiny bit because I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer.

CW: alcohol consumption (it’s Hotch and Rossi. Still sober), the BAU women are the best adoptive aunts, Derek is a protective dad, I think that’s it.

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Derek Morgan had been shocked when you were five years old and chose tennis out of all the sports in the world. Seriously… why couldn't you have picked basketball (though he would have quit his job and coached you all the way to the WNBA himself) or baseball (he knew enough to get you through high school) or soccer (at least then he could have been a little league coach)? Instead, you picked a sport he, himself, had never cared for.

Truly he only had himself to blame. While in line at the store, he had spent a second too long ogling at Serena Williams on the cover of a sports magazine. He was enchanted. You were enchanted. And the next thing he knew, Derek Morgan was adding a pink children's tennis racket to the cart.

It all payed off though- the classes you took as a kid where all your dad could do was sit on the sidelines, the weekends spent on the court where he tried his best to help but kept messing up, the late-night pick ups after you’d spent hours practicing, the even longer weekends filled with tournaments watching the sport that he eventually learned to appreciate for you - because you were playing in the finals of the east coast championship.

It took every ounce of control your dad had, not to be cheering as loudly for you as possible. He watched you, his baby girl, the same one who had carried around that little pink racket like a teddy bear, prepare to do the most important serve of your life thus far. Penelope sat next to him, holding his arm to keep him from springing forward. JJ and Emily were sitting on either side of Spencer, who was very quietly explaining to them the physics of the game, though neither one of the women were paying attention to him. Hotch and Rossi were sitting back in their seats. They were sipping on some very expensive whiskey that Rossi had snuck in, looking a little too much like they were trying to recreate Wimbledon.

You swung with speed and your opponent couldn’t catch it in time. A double bounce meant another point for you. Derek held his breath, waiting for the umpire to call the score. He was too nervous and excited to remember it himself.

“40-30.” To you. One more point and you’d win the whole thing.

He saw you take in a deep breath before serving, and the game began. You and your opponent wasted no time, getting into the nitty-gritty fast. At one point, you almost missed and Penelope let out a muffled gasp. Still, you went on without getting flustered and came back faster and stronger. All those early morning workouts you had done with your dad were paying off. When your opponent began to tire, you were still light on your feet. The ball came at you at a perfect angle, and you took your chance - sending the ball back at a speed your opponent could no longer handle after going too hard at the beginning. She swung back desperately and it landed out of bounds.

The umpire called the game, with you as the clear winner, and the entire BAU team erupted. Hotch and Rossi got to their feet to clap. Spencer bounced on the balls of his feet with a simple “wooo” as Emily and JJ jumped up more excitedly beside him, cheering with delight. Penelope squealed with joy. And Derek, well… he was cheering too, with happy tears streaming down his smiling face.

You beamed up at him, taking in the biggest moment of your life so far. Every late night and early morning, every party you missed to get in extra practice time, the horrible cardio workouts, and the long days spent training in the summer heat or bone-chilling winters were worth it. Your opponent came over to congratulate you, and you shook her hand politely. Your coach, who was standing by the locker room, ran over to wrap you in a hug and escorted you into the locker room.

“She’s growing up,” Hotch sighed. The rest of the team nodded in agreement, but Derek was still watching where you had disappeared behind the locker room door, his eyes filled with pride.

“Let’s go see your baby girl,” Garcia said, putting a gentle hand on his arm. Derek turned to her with a smile, and a happy tear. She hugged him tight, before they followed the rest of the team out of the stadium.

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The team stood outside the players’ entrance with the rest of the gathering families. With such a huge event, they were having difficulty tracking you down and in their line of work, they couldn’t help but think of the worst.

“I’m sure she’s fine, Derek,” JJ said, trying to comfort him.

“Yeah yeah… I know…” But Derek could still feel the tension in his chest and hear the panic in his tone. But he wouldn’t relax until he saw you emerge from the crowd. You were looking around for them, trophy in hand and bag slung over your shoulder, scanning the mass amounts of parents talking with their kids in search of your own unconventional little family.

It was Rossi who spotted you first. “Hey! There she is!” He sounded like a proud grandpa.

Your dad smiled brightly and called to you. “Baby girl!”

The sound of your nickname caught your attention and you turned to see the entire team standing there with open arms. A beaming smile spread across your face as you ran over to them. Derek caught you in his arms, spinning you around while the rest of the team clapped and shared their congratulations with you.

“I’m so proud of you,” your dad whispered, on the verge of happy tears.

“Thank you,” you whispered back.

“My turn to hug the little champion!” Garcia squealed with excitement. You received hugs from everyone on the team (including Reid, surprisingly), thanking them for coming to cheer you on.

You’d just finished giving out the last of your thank you embraces when someone called your name. The entire team turned to see a boy standing a little ways away, waving shyly in your direction. Your face heated and you turned to your dad. “I’ll be right back.”

He nodded, taking your bag and trophy from you before watching you walk away.

“What’s that about?” Emily asked.

Derek didn’t bother to answer. He was too busy watching the doe-eyed expression, shy smile, and rather ditzy giggle you had as you talked to the young man. All the signs of young first love.

JJ sighed. “Oh, I remember those days,” she said in a teasing manner. “And if he’s coming to her sports games you know it’s serious.”

Penelope joined them just in time to watch the young man hand you a flower, making your smile brighter.

“Oh!” she cooed. “That is so sweet!”

Emily smirked. “Looks like someone’s in lov-”

“Prentiss,” Derek cut her off. “Don’t.”

The women of the BAU giggled at your dad’s reaction, giving one another knowing looks. In their heads they were already planning a girls night out to ask you about everything. Derek, on the other hand, made a mental note to give you a different kind of talk later.

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amell333 · 7 days

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His own personal desk pet. S.R

HELLO this is my fist ever fic pls Iwould love to hear what you guys think and i hope you will like my first ever fic! enjoy!

!!English is not my first languge!!

summary: Spencer like having you sitting near or on his desk, he like being able to have you close to him so he can hold you, but sometimes forgets you're not the only onse there. but can you blame him he loves having his own personal desk pet. especially one as cute and pretty as you. but just bc you can doesn't mean others can.

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Content Warnings: none really just dr Reid being cute and needy. And reader being a litte embarrassed. just fluff yk.

Spencer had never really liked the idea of physical contact with another person. He didn’t like handshakes nor sitting too close to people where they were almost touching. Going his way out to mostly avoid having to touch another person. You could say he is a bit of a germophobe if you would.

But that was before you.

Everybody at the BAU knew Doctor Spencer Reid had a massive soft spot for you, ever since you walked in the doors at the FBI, the moment he laid his eyes on you he knew he was hit, Spencer had fallen for a person he didn’t even know the name of at the time, hell even the whole FBI knew how much he liked you, everyone except you. For a member of the BAU you had an extremely impressive knowledge on criminals and murder, but when it came to love you were facing a wall almost stupid on the subject of love.

You were so oblivious that you never noticed how all of his rules was thrown out the window the second you it came to you. You never noticed how his touches would linger on you’re shoulder when explaining something to you or how he would scooch closer to you when you all set at the round table going over a case, or in the jet how the seat next to you was always reserved for him. You never saw how he would stare at you with his adorable big brown puppy dog eyes like if he didn’t, he would be striped of all life.

Being the same age and having common interests made the two of you inseparable from the start, oh and ofc Spencer’s massive crush on you. You two had been best friends for almost 6 years now and in these last 6 years Spencer’s crush had only been grooving bigger and bigger.

“Earth calling Doctor Reid! You there pretty boy? Or are you too busy making lovey eyes to you’re crush over there?” Morgans voice snaped Spencer out of the spell like trance you had put him in.

“What?” not really hearing what he said, Spencer only then looked back at Morgan, locking eyes with him. Spencer’s eyes getting used to looking at something closer again needed some time to adjust. “Sorry? what did you say again? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Snickers could be heard from not only Morgan but also JJ, Emly and Rosi, “Man she got you hooked pretty boy huh? You sure that shot to the leg didn’t effect your braid as well?” spencer still confused didn’t get time to answer before the sound of JJ’s voice broke the laughter.

“Guys Hotch just texted we got a case”

And only a few minutes later there they were sitting around the round table explaining the case. You sitting next to Spencer, like always. No one really had seats around the table that was theirs, but you and Spencer did no one had ever mentioned it or even talked about it, but everyone on the team knew it. it was an unspoken rule. No one sits next to Spencer unless it’s you.

Spencer scooted closer to you while the quick briefing was happening, not really completely listening but enough to drop his point of view on the different point’s of the statements on the murders here and there, before randomly info dumping something only just related to the case at hand, no Spencer was far to busy loving the heat you’re body gave off you’re arm touching his. He loved how warm you were. But once again he was broken from his thought’s by a voice.

“Ok guys wheels up in 20”

Spencer turned his head to you. You’re pretty face already looking at his face. “So see you on the jet. Save me a seat ok” it wasn’t really a question because you know he would he always did.

And like always there you were sitting next to him, you where almost sitting on his lap with how close together you were sitting, but neither of you minded, his hand around you’re waist and chit resting ever so gently on you’re shoulder.

You didn’t fly for long before landing and getting of the jet. The drive to the small town station wasn’t that bad either, it was a small town on a big land a lot of desert with not so much town. When you and the team walked in Spencer’s hand still hadn’t left you’re body it was still ever so gently resting on the small of you’re back.

Having been introduced to the sharif and the people you were going to work with. Next thing was splitting into teams on who were going where and doing what, and with Spencer’s injury it was not hard to see he was going to have to work from the station.

“So who’s staying with Reid at the station?”

Darek was quick to shot a look between you and Spencer before saying. “actually I think Pretty boy is going to be most comfortable staying here with Y/N here more then any of us others” Spencer stopped and looked over at you expectingly.

The other’s looked over to you. You feeling and uncomfortable feeling having all eyes staring at you waiting for an answer Hotch’s voice sounded “Y/N? you’re ok with staying here with Dr Reid?”

“Of curse I’ll stay here with Spence! Can’t have him getting lonely now can we.” You said with an adoring smile on you’re face. “Grate you two stay here and see what you can find on victimology and see what’s may connect the victim in any way’s. sharif could you find a desk for the two of them they can use as work station?”

“Sure yeah of curse, I’ll go find 2 desks for the two of you-“ he was quickly cut off by Spencer. “No one will be fine, we have no problem sharing a desk.” Quick looks was shared between the team. You’re voice rung out. “yeah one is fine I have no problem sharing a desk with Spence.”

“ very well then, I’ll go find and clear a desk you guys can use. In the meantime you can just wait here.” The sharif went off to find a desk you could use. Not even a minute later he came back, and showed you and Spencer to the desk. “well we should get started now huh?” you asked Spenser. He responded with a nod and a dorky smile.

Hours later you were sitting on the desk with you’re legs crossed with a Spencer leaning up against you’re thigh. The news had in someway slipped out to the press and the phones were going off like crazy. “ We know who his next victim is. I’ll go outside and deliver the news to the team.” And with that you hopped off the table and walked out the back door.

and around 5 minutes later a female cop walk up to the desk you only 5 minutes ago were siting on. “So I se you’ve been working hard huh you deserve a teat here I brought you some coffee from the coffee machine.” Handing the Warm cup To Spencer he thanked her knowing damn well he wasn’t even going to thing about drinking it.

Spencer didn’t pay much attention to her or what she was saying to be honest, that was until she leaned half sat herself on the desk not only that but a little too close to him touching his arm. Spencer almost panicked but calmed himself. “please don’t touch me nor sit on my desk I’m a bit of a germophobe.” He said as calmly as he could

“A germo-what? But you let that other girl full on sit on the desk and she was touching you? That doesn’t make any sense buddy.” She said almost offended. “ yeah but she’s different. She’s so much different then you.” With that said she stormed off. And didn’t approach the team again especially not Spencer or you.

But at the end of the day you caught the killer. And was packing up to go back home. You and Spencer was the fist in the jet. “spence?...” Spencer was confused by the tone and turned around. When he did he did see a smile on you’re face like always you’re expression was impossible to read. It scared him. What if he had did something wrong? Had he done something to make you sad or mad? He didn’t know and he couldn’t read you. It scared him.

“spencer am I different to you then others?” the question made him panic. “Wh-what are you talking about of course not-“ he was quickly cut off by you’re voice. “Spence I heard what you said to the female cop.” Silence the only thing there could be heard was the steps you took to take you closer to him.

“ you- you heard that?! I can explain ok! It’s no because you’re different! I mean you are diff-“he was cut off by the soft touch of you’re lips on his. He was surprised but quick to kiss back, scrabbling with his hands to hold the sides of you’re face. “I like you Y/N. I like you a lot, I would even say I love you but I would want to scare you away like that.” “I like you a lot to but..” he was quick to think of the worst. “but?...” “ but I would love you if you took me on a date.” The smile returning to his face. “of course! Of course I will” hugging you with a smile.

The happy little session you had was cut off with a loud “fucking finally!” you and Spencer turned around to see the whole team standing there. You were embarrassed. Realizing they had probably seen it all or at least most of it. “my man! So you finally got the girl” ohh man this was going to be a long flight home for you and Spencer.

AGHHHH MY FIRST FIC!! I really hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. and I wish you beautiful ppl a good morning/afternoon/night:33333

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reidsdaisies · 1 month

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Soooo you want Emily requests you say

what abt Emily x male reader who's sick, but refuses to admit he's sicka nd wants to stay at work 🤭

You can add/change anything you want ofc

ps ilyyyyyy

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; emily prentiss x gn!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; 1 use of y/n, pet names (honey), implied established relationship?, reader is sick.

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.4k

༉‧´ˎ˗ an; i hope it’s alright that I wrote this with gn!reader, but you can just pretend it says male reader lolz and tysm for being like my #1 supporter rn ily cumulus 😭💞💞

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“Are you okay, y/n? You don’t look too hot,” Emily points out, shooting you a quizzical look. She’d picked up on your signs of fatigue about an hour ago, but now that it’s started to interfere with your ability to think and get work done, she felt the need to question you on the matter.

“I may not look it, but I definitely feel hot.” Your attempt at sarcasm comes across as lazy, your voice coming out weaker than you thought it would have. You hold your pen limply between your fingers. It’s barely touched your paper in past 15 minutes.

“Really? Do you think you have a fever?” She gets up from her chair, walking around to your desk, bringing the back of her hand up to your forehead. When she rests it on your forehead, she’s instantly met with almost searingly hot skin. “You’re burning up, honey!”

“What? No, I–“ you bring your own hand up to your forehead and feel that it is indeed very warm. “Maybe it’s the AC? It could be broken, I mean I have been hot all day.”

“Well I’m cold and I’m wearing a sweater, so no, I don’t think that it could be the AC.” She removes her hand from your head, moving it down to your shoulder. When you’re about to respond, you’re shut up by a groan, a sudden pain by the front of your head making you feel nauseous.

“Hon, I’m serious, you don’t look well at all.” She insists, looking down at you with concern in her eyes, tracing light shapes on your shoulder with her fingertips. You just groan again, pressing your cheek against her hand.

“I think it’s time for you to call it a day.”

“But it’s only 2pm,” you argue, looking up at her.

“That may be, but I know if you were truly feeling well, you would’ve been done with that paper half an hour ago. Do you want me to talk to Hotch and see if it’s alright for you to go home?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think about it, but you know deep down you’re not going to survive the rest of the day. When you get sick, you get sick sick, and you’re not really looking forward to feeling like you’re going to throw up on your paperwork for the next hour it’s going to take you to finish it. “Fine, but only if you can convince him to let you drive me.”

She shakes her head, letting out a quiet chuckle. “I think I can make that work.”

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marril96 · 3 months

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Spencer asks for help. Meanwhile, Alison wakes up and comes face to face with her stalker.

#spencer reid #aaron hotchner #hotch #cm #criminal minds #cmedit #criminalmindsedit #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x ofc #criminal minds oc #criminal minds ofc #spencer x alison #au #my art #edit

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chronicially-parker · 5 months

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spencer reid x gn!reader on christmas 🎄

authors note: hello my loves!! it is finally christmas eve where i am and i am SO excited!! ive been really inactive lately and i am soooo sorry bout that so consider this post a make-up-christmas-gift <;33

spencer just seems like the guy to either love christmas or just mark it out of his calender

SILLY. CHRISTMAS. SOCKS

this man owns so many god damn sweater vests so you know that at least 15% of them are purely for christmas time

THIS

i can just see him getting so flustered when you 2 are under the mistletoe together

"spence, baby youre almost as red as my socks!"

is an absolute sucker for matching pyjamas

i feel like his favourite christmas movie would definitely be one of the classics like the grinch (2000's ofc), home alone and jack frost

he just seems like the kind of guy to buy presents throughout the year

he is not afraid to spend a pretty penny on your christmas or just you in general

if he catches you looking in a shop window for a little too long he will 100% buy whatever you were looking at in a heartbeat

he looooves spoiling you during christmas time

CHRISTMAS MOVIE HOT CHOCOLATE MARATHONS

cuddling up on the couch together with fluffy blankets, hot chocolate and warm ass matching socks and pyjamas

TREE DECORATING 😭🩷

the holiday party at quantico would be absolutely wild prove me wrong

i can literally just see spencer rambling about how much he loves you and how he cant wait to get home and see you (youre right next to him)

BLACK OUT DRUNK JJ, HOTCH, GARCIA AND MORGAN KARAOKE

MARRY HIM 💍

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decieve-ineigle-obfuscate · 2 years

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Hunter: Chapter 2

Warnings: Language, innuendo. That's it!

1.5K Words

I groaned and slapped at the alarm going off. "Shut the fuck up," I muttered.

"It's my phone."

The fuck?

I glanced up. "Oh. Hey."

His chest rumbled as he chuckled. "Work. Gotta get going." He groaned, sitting up.

"Yeah, me too. Want coffee?" I asked, pulling on a clean pair of underwear and a tank top.

"Sounds good." He said, pulling his boxers on.

"You can throw your clothes in the dryer to get the wrinkles out."

"Thanks, Mika." I opened my bedroom door and walked across the living room to the kitchen.

I started the coffee maker and dipped into the laundry room in the half-bath to start his clothes. I walked back out and grabbed two mugs.

"You coming out?" I called.

"I don't have to worry about a roommate seeing me, right?" He called.

I chuckled. "Hell no. Not unless you're worried about the fish on the coffee table."

I turned and bumped into him.

"Not particularly." He replied.

I smiled up at him. "Wanna do this again," I said lowly, resting my forehead against his chest.

"Me too. I don't do this often…"

Oh, tell me he didn't just cheat with me.

"The one-night thing. Relax. Your whole body tensed up."

I chuckled. "Do I look like I'm going to judge you for getting laid?"

I set the coffee down beside him as he scribbled something on the notepad on my fridge.

"There's my personal number. You do remember my name?"

I chuckled. "I don't even know what day it is, but yes… Hotch."

He dipped down and kissed me again before drinking his coffee.

"Need any Advil?" I asked.

He hummed in approval.

I opened my cabinet and grabbed the bottle. I turned and handed him the bottle.

"You know how to open this, right?" I teased.

"You kidding? I'm geriatric, need this shit all the time."

I chuckled and chuckled a couple bagels in the toaster. "Want breakfast?"

"Wow. Coffee and breakfast?"

"You fucked me stupid last night and took care of me. Yeah. You get coffee and breakfast."

He smiled before hiding it with his mug. "Yeah, I'd love a bagel."

His phone rang, and he promptly answered. "Yeah? Hotchner."

Someone spoke on the other side of the line.

"Slow down, Garcia… I'll take care of it when I get in. Take a deep breath, don't worry. Okay. No, don't sound the alarm."

I chuckled quietly. He smirked and pressed a finger to his lips.

"Bye, Garcia." He hung up and set his phone down. "My technical analyst is freaking out over something."

"She sounds adorable," I said.

"Oh yeah. I need to get her drug tested, though."

"We all have a coworker like that." I chuckled as I pulled bagels from the toaster. "Cream cheese or jelly?"

"Cream cheese, please."

I slathered both in cream cheese before handing his plate to him and sitting on the counter with my bagel.

We sat in comfortable silence as we ate. I finished two additional cups of coffee and made my hangover remedy before the dryer buzzed.

"Got it!" I shouted at the dryer's persistent buzz.

I heard him laugh as I bent over and grabbed his clothes. They were warm and still smelt like his cologne.

I walked out and handed him the hangers. "Go get dressed, or you're gonna be late."

He walked off to my half bath. "You could join me, and I'd be really late!"

"Move your ass, Hotch!" I said, laughing brightly.

He darted out a few minutes later, securing his watch and grabbing the briefcase I'd grabbed from the taxi.

"Promise to call?" He asked.

I kissed him. "Pinky promise. If I break my promise, you keep my pinky."

He chuckled and kissed me back.

"Git before you're late!" I smacked his ass on the way out.

I closed and locked the door behind me, smiling slightly.

I walked into my room and pulled pants on, tucking my tank top in. I fished through my closet and grabbed my leather jacket.

Upon stepping back into my living room, I grabbed my bag, wallet, and gun.

I slipped my shoes on and left my apartment. I climbed into my car and drove to work, listening to my Van Halen playlist.

Upon arriving, I ran in. "Section chief Strauss wants to see you, Leeds."

I nodded and rushed up to her office. "Morning, Boss," I called, slipping past her secretary.

"Agent Leeds, I have a secretary for a reason. Please let them do their job."

I nodded. "No problemo, boss. Whaddya need?" I asked.

"Are you hungover?" She asked, surprised.

"Uh… only mildly. But yeah. What did you need?"

She leaned back in her chair.

Oh shit, here we go.

"I'm reassigning you to the BAU."

"The shrink unit?" I asked.

She sighed. "The behaviour unit. They have one of the lowest rates in the bureau. They take the fewest cases; they're habitually on backorder. They're nerds. You are a woman of action. I need you to — pardon my language — kick them in the ass."

I nodded.

"Given your history as a bounty hunter, you have some background with criminal profiling. You, however, understand how necessary action is. Get them going. Help them out. I've already told the supervisory agent. Go in, talk to him, and get to work. Understood?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

I spun on my heel and walked to the BAU bullpen.

Several of the agents in the room looked up at me like I had two heads.

"I need to speak to your supervisory agent," I said.

A blonde pointed upstairs. "First office."

I nodded and crossed the room, and walked up to the office. I lifted my hand to knock, but the door was open.

"Strauss reassigned me. She said I was supposed to talk to you."

He lowered his cup of coffee and promptly choked on his drink.

"Oh, shit!" I gasped, patting his back. "Are you okay?"

He choked a second more before nodding. "Fine, come in."

I followed him in, and he sat.

"Close the door, please."

I toed it closed behind me.

"We don't have to talk about it–"

"What happened last night cannot affect work–" We said in tandem.

I smiled. "I had no intention of letting anything personal affect me… sir."

The corner of his mouth quirked up once more. "I would like to talk about. Later, though."

I nodded.

"Do you know why Strauss reassigned you here?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Do you feel comfortable sharing?" He asked, opening my file.

"She felt you deserved an extra field agent to take some stress off," I replied.

"She thinks we're not efficient enough. I've heard it before."

"She didn't mention anything about that to me."

He glanced up. "Behaviour profiler. I know when you're lying."

Don't say anything stupid…

"Then you know I wasn't lying last night, at least."

He chuckled. "Yes, I'm well aware. Bounty hunter?"

I nodded. "Yessir. I started out working as a separate entity. I then worked bail enforcement. I applied for the FBI shortly after and was assigned to violent crimes. Strauss believes due to the necessity of criminal psychology in my previous line of work, I won't slow you down."

Hotch nodded. "Okay… talk to JJ. She's the blonde woman in the conference room. She'll get you a desk. I have to go… get something."

I nodded. "Do you have something you'd like me to call you?" I asked.

"Hmm?" He asked.

"Sir, boss, agent Hotchner…"

"Hotch is still fine. I'll see you later…"

"Leeds or Mika is fine," I replied, opening the door.

He stepped out, and I followed him.

I walked back across the bullpen and up to JJ.

"The boss said to speak to you about a desk?" I said slowly.

"Yeah. Hold on." She gathered a bunch of folders in her arms and walked me over to an empty desk. "Here you are. It's a bit bigger so you'll have room to work."

I nodded and thanked her before sitting down.

"Don't get too comfy! We're heading out as soon as Hotch gets back!" She called, walking up into the office beside Hotch's.

Wow. Right off the bat.

Hotch returned about 10 minutes later, face set in a frown.

A thin man with curly hair stood and spoke to Hotch quietly, glancing over at me occasionally.

"Let's go! Wheels up in 10!" Hotch called after walking away from him.

I left the office and ran down to my car to grab my bag before meeting them on the tarmac.

I boarded and sat next to Hotch after he sat.

"Are you okay?" I whispered before everyone else boarded.

"Fine. No one told me you were coming, though."

"Oh! That bitch lied." I hissed.

He nodded slightly. "She likes keeping me on my toes."

I sighed. "I won't get in the way. I promise, Hotch."

He nodded. "I know."

I leaned back in my seat and listened as the briefing and conversations began.

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swtnrcmnt · 1 year

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୨୧ — s.r x singer!r; headcanons (1)

pairing: post prison!spencer x singer!reader

feeding into my daydreams..

also, this was prompted by scrolling through radiant-reid's spencer x famous!reader posts which i love because they simply fuel my daydreams even more :)) enjoy !

probably met on a case or something of that sort. he also studied in la at one point so they possibly could have met through a mutual friend but tbh her being a target is most likely!

penelope is obviously a very big fan. like out of all the people on the team, she's probably the one who listens to y/n's music the most, maybe even went to one of her concerts

oh my god just think about the sweet little love songs. :'(( ugh imagine spence getting all flustered when it gets released and the whole team is just playing the song 24/7 to tease him

most likely didn't have any social media beforehand. but after dating y/n he decided to get instagram or maybe twitter just to see her posts and literally only post her on his feed because she's just so pretty and cute to post

oh my.. imagine the fans the first time y/n ever posts a photo of spencer in a photo dump !! and his reaction to all the comments and tweets, he's just so confused why people want him to hit them with a truck he's like ??? "that would be fatal, why would they thank me for that?"

also yes this is post prison reid because he was just 10x hotter than he already was once he was released. argue with the wall.

guys !! award shows with spencer !! that would be everything !!

he would be so supportive of every win too :(( even if you were only nominated or just there to perform he would still be so so proud as if you did win something

he's for sure for sure the first person to hear every song. unless it's about him. those one's are usually a surprise.

ugh imagine putting a soundbite of him somewhere in a song. maybe at the end or beginning and it's just a small bit of a voicemail or video that you two filmed together just having fun. or possibly something spicy but... shhhhhhhhh

comes to every fitting, every rehearsal. hell, maybe even on tour as well if he gets time off from the bau. especially since he would already be used to the whole 'flying around every other day' thing from cases.

whenever they have a case in california he always always makes sure to stay behind a few days to hang out with you especially because him being in dc and always travelling for work would mean long distance

and if you're not on tour you decide to stay in dc for a while or even move there (while still having property in california) so that you get to be with him anytime he's home

having a concert in dc !! ofc he invites everyone (as if garcia wasn't already planning on going anyway lmaoo) so they could all see and probably meet you

if this is pre prison!reid, and hotch was still unit chief, he would for sure give spence a whole lecture about how careful he has to be with dating somebody with such a high profile profession, because he knows how high risk celebrities are to stalkers and home invasions

the whole team is very very supportive of them though, even if it's long distance because they find a way to make it work.

also best believe she gets spence an actual iPhone as a gift so that they can facetime when either one of them is away

him playing the piano in one of your songs awhhhh :( and he has writing or producing credits on it

you already know that whoever is driving puts on y/n's music just to tease him. ESPECIALLY IF IT'S A SPICY SONG ehehehe

ugh but if it's a really sad song for example "decode" by sabrina carpenter (which is absolutely heartbreaking lyrically but i highly recommend u listen to it) he gets all sad because he knows exactly what it's about and remembers when you first wrote it

ok i have to stop myself before i go absolutely ham on headcanons. i have so many thoughts about this trope.

hope u enjoyed !

part two | part three

#swtnrcmnt ۵ #spencer reid #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x singer!reader #spencer reid x famous!reader #i am so in love with this man #i need him

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