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Mandatory team-building exercise

Pairing: BAU x Fem!BAU!Reader (becomes Hotch-centered) Genre: Smut (18+, minors are not encouraged to interact or read this story) CW: unprotected sex (i do not encourage), slight exhibitionism (not really, but ppl know stuff), jealous!hotch (a lil only), hoeing around, reader is bisexual Word count: 6,795 (very sorry about this) Summary: After a night of drinking, your boss proposes a bonding exercise so the team can get even closer: Everyone must make out with you, and you have to choose who kisses best. A/N: I got too carried away with this, no idea if i did any good, but here you go. Tag list (tagging everyone who reblogged and voted hotch): @ssamorganhotchner @montyfandomlove @hotchners-sweetheart @hey-dw @cassiemartzz <;3

Best part of going to O’keefe’s was wrapping the night up at Rossi’s, slightly tipsy, laughing about everything, and generally enjoying the genuine personalities of your friends, no masks or guards up, which was something hard to do at work. David’s house was a place where you could bare your soul and still feel safe.

“...and I swear, everyone just thought it was the most normal thing.” JJ said while swinging her glass of wine around, and the people around her let out a light laugh.

“I bet Rossi could agree with that, couldn’t you?” Morgan directed the question to Dave “After all, it’s your fault that we don’t get to fraternize with other agents, ain’t that right?” his comment made everyone laugh once again.

“No, no, never within the same department. I was in the bureau during the 70’s and 80’s, you didn’t get that many women out here, let alone in the BAU. By the end of my career, we only had two female agents in this unit and I had already been married thrice. So, do the math, if I had wanted to sleep with someone from the same unit, it would have had to be…” he made a pause for dramatic build-up “well, Gideon.”

The entire team let out a disgusted yet amused grunt at the mere idea of seeing two of their former bosses interacting in such fashion. You watched Spencer’s face be particularly crumpled, he was possibly picturing it in vivid detail by accident, consequences of having such a bright mind, so you decided to grab the hand that was holding his long island tea and push it gently towards his lips. You giggled at how he automatically obeyed and swallowed down a rather big gulp of his beverage.

“I’m just glad these are problems we don’t have to face in the BAU, you know, fraternization between agents.” Hotch said, taking a sip off his glass.

The silence that took over the group was deafening. Accusatory looks were being exchanged between everyone, and they could notice how certain glances lasted longer than appropriate. Hotch didn’t usually stay long enough to see how the nights ended, when everyone was too hammered to call their own cabs, or too impaired to question themselves whether the person they were kissing was or was not part of the team.

“Well, I think this is a conversation you kids should have without your parent present.” David, who was way faster at reading the situation compared to the unit chief, got up from his chair, leaving his glass by the table. Aaron sighed in what seemed like disappointment, and immediately followed Dave's actions. “No, no.” the older man quickly put a hand on his shoulder indicating him to sit down “I think it’s better if you stay; do some bonding. I’ll be in my room, sleeping, don’t be afraid to be noisy, the place is soundproof, just make sure to leave the alarm active once you leave.”

Incredulity washed over the unit chief as he watched his fellow team leader walk away from the situation. The eyes had turned to him instead, silently questioning about the decision he was going to take. It was a bit awkward to discuss your personal affairs with your boss present, sure, but it’s not like you didn’t have a relationship with him. Hotch, reserved and all, knew each member to a level of intimacy that few others could be able to reach, and had protected them in ways no other superior would approve of.

“Whatever I hear today will come through the ears of your friend, not your superior, but there’s no discussing this back at the office, understood?” the boss clarified as he went back to his seat, his hand reaching for the scotch he had left on the table. There was a second of doubtful silence, people were unsure how safe it was to share such private, and risky, information. Hotch started to catch up, feeling slightly unwelcome and bothersome, so he let out another sigh.

“Elle was Reid’s first time.” you spurted out of the blue, trying to ease the anxiety that was probably growing within your superior.

“Hey!” your partner yelled out, being sat next to you on one of the couches, clearly offended that he was the scapegoat to the situation.

“Greenaway?!” Morgan asked from across the living room.

“Do you know any more Elles, Morgan?” you said, your eyes rolling.

“How did you even land that, kid?” the dark-skinned man continued to ask.

“I’m not really a fan of discussing my sex life out in the open, which is why this was told in confidence to my close and dear friend” the young doctor shot you a quick glare with a hint of anger on it.

“Oh, so now it’s a sex life?” JJ teased.

“Totally.” you said, taking a sip of your own drink before continuing “Because he told me this two minutes before he shoved his tongue in my mouth, and his fingers down my pants.”

“No way!” Prentiss let out while everyone else laughed in surprise, Hotch’s eyebrows simply slightly raised at the confession.

Reid was sinking on his seat, his ears reddened from the looks that he was receiving. You made sure to squeeze his thigh lightly and shoot him a smile, which deflated the uneasiness that he was feeling. You didn’t mean any harm, and there was no wrong in letting the secret out in front of your most cherished friends, they would have found out one way or another.

“Morgan and I made out once.” Garcia interrupted the teasing in order to protect her favorite boy wonder from any further teasing, and Derek drew a smug smile on his face at her affirmation.

“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.” Hotch contributed with an absolutely unphased expression, or so until another idea ran through his mind, his brows furrowing in concern “Hold on, was this on company time?” both suspects froze in their place and exchanged questioning, guilty looks. Regardless of the answer, their expressions had been enough to give them away “you know what? it’s better if I don’t know.”

“That office is certainly cozy, don’t you think?” JJ said once again, her eyes traveling between you and Penelope.

“Impossible.” Derek’s eyes spread wide open, his jaw basically dropping “Please don’t tell me the three made out in Garcia’s office and didn’t invite us to watch” he let out in a pleading, hurt tone.

“Four.” Emily barged in.

The men in the room seemed to melt at the revelation, the expression being quite literal for Morgan who slid down the chair in defeat, landing on his knees as if he had been shot in the cruelests of fashions. Spencer could only furrow his brows and let his mouth fall open, already trying to picture the situation.

“Was it like, taking turns on each other? or the four of you putting your lips together in one single kiss?” the blond asked in order to assess the spatial situation better.

“I’d say it was kind of a free-for-all sort of situation.” Prentiss answered him.

“At some point, I’d close my eyes and whomever’s lips came to mine, I was fine with it.” JJ commented, earning a flirty giggle from the rest of the girls around her.

“You women are killing me.” Morgan said once again, but a sudden epiphany seemed to come through his brain, and he turned in your direction with a pointed finger “Wait a second. That means you have been through everyone’s lips?!” he said in surprise.

“You’ve made out with her too?!” Garcia said in an offended tone.

“Christmas last year, got a little carried away with that mistletoe kiss.” he admitted “But nothing further than that.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to you, the crowd had a mixture of accusation and admiration on their faces, depending on who you looked at, and their staring was making you a little uncomfortable, if you were being honest.

“Have you all looked at yourselves? This is a ridiculously hot group of people. Being bisexual is very hard with a team like this.” you argued in your defense and decided to down whatever liquid was still inside your glass. Their faces seemed to light up with a hint of shyness. Everyone thought so, of course, but compliments on your physical appearances were not something you exchanged frequently. It was nice to hear once in a while.

“Did you ever end up sleeping with someone?” Hotch’s question took everyone by surprise, yet they were intrigued enough to allow him to ask uninterrupted.

Your eyebrows raised with slight offense “Come on, Hotch, I’m not a slut. The closest I have come to was Reid, and even so we stopped because I didn’t want to jeopardize our jobs.” you complained.

“Sorry, that was not my intention-” he began, until Reid’s question cut him off.

“Who’s the best?” he asked.

“Spencer!” JJ yelled accusingly.

“No, no, let the kid ask.” Morgan put a hand in front of JJ’s chest, trying to keep her opinions from coming out. Yet again, you were put as the center of attention, but you decided to shrug off the question.

“It’s not like I keep track of each time!” you let out, pushing your friend by the shoulder playfully at his suggestion “Most of them were really far apart from each other, and it only happened once with each one of you.” you clarified, your eyes traveling to Aaron, as if you were trying to justify yourself to him.

“So, what I hear is: if they were to happen one after the other, then we could find out?” Emily questioned in your direction.

“There’s a pretty spacious coat closet by the entrance.” Reid pointed out.

“Oh, we could make it into a competition, and whoever wins gets to sleep with her!” Garcia blurted with a little too much excitement.

“Wha-” you tried to complain in confusion “Stop your horses, I don’t even get a say in this?!”

“No.” Hotch stated. The way his eyes were stern, yet completely determined, caused a sensation in you that could only be described as lust. He was always commanding, but there was something about him instructing you to do the dirtiest things to your coworkers that had gotten you excited “This is now a mandatory team-bonding exercise.” his words came out almost like an order.

There was yet another exchange of looks, this time excited ones, between the team members, and they decided to look at you for approval. “Okay, but sleeping with me is one hell of a prize, and I don’t seem to be getting anything out of this. So, how do I win, and what do I win?”

“Seems fair that you have a reward as well if you achieve your desired result. How about, if no one is able to convince you to sleep with them, you get one of their vacation days each.” Hotch proposed. “Garcia and JJ, since the two of you are committed you don’t have to actively participate, but you will place a bet on the member you think she’ll most likely succumb to, if you win, you get the loser’s vacation day.”

Your mouth crooked with pleasure, an expression that your partners mimicked. You were feeling exposed, in the good way, in the kinky way. You still took a second to consider, you knew there was no going back if you agreed to this, but yet again, these were the people you had trusted your entire life to, your job, your safety, your dignity. They would never do anything to undermine you, and their respect for you wouldn’t waver for something like this.

“We have to set some rules, though.” Spencer weighed in “Only mouths and hands allowed in the erogenous zones.”

“You worried that if we allow something else you’ll lose?” Morgan teased.

“Mhm, sure, we know what you’re trying to compensate for with those biceps, Morgan. I’m not afraid of you.” his friend teased back. There was a short moment of playful conflict between the two, when Derek pretended to jump menacingly towards Reid, yet he was stopped by Penelope’s hand on his chest.

“Okay. I’m game.” you agreed along with a nod of your head “Who wants to give it a try first?” you asked, taking a look at the entire group.

Bunch of eager hands raised at the cue. Morgan’s and Prentiss’s almost touching the ceiling as they competed to see who could raise it higher. JJ and Penelope, who were unfortunately not single at the moment, could only laugh at their little quarrel. Your finger moved rhythmically, pretending to select at random while humming a classic ‘choosing’ song. Ultimately, your digit landed on Prentiss and you wiggled it to indicate her to follow you; she stood up to reach for your hand, allowing you to lead her towards the closet by the entrance.

She locked the door behind her and turned around with her hands extended towards you, trying to find your body in the pitch-dark small room; your eyesights finally adjusted to the lack of light and you could barely make out her shape.

“You sure you’re good with this?” she double-checked once her limbs landed on your waist.

“Em, I love the commitment to consent, but stop talking.” you ordered.

Within seconds, your own arms wrapped around her neck urging her to come closer; she obliged, happily, and her own head bent forward to meet your lips. You could taste the faint flavor of her balm, which you identified as piña colada.

Her lips moved slowly, yet sensually, the hands that were gripping your hips pulled them closer, and you could heart the rustling of your clothes rubbing together. After a couple of seconds, her tongue began to prod your bottom lip, ever so chivalrous asking for permission. You chuckled amusedly at the gesture, and she took advantage of the opening to slip in.

Emily liked to take her time, not really taking control, more like exploring a place that always felt familiar and was revisiting just then. On your side, your fingers curled into the slightly messy hair, and your body rolled on its own to be feeling more of her against you.

You could feel her hand dragging upwards over your clothes, she traced the side of your body and caused your shirt to come up a little bit, the cool air felt interesting against your now hot skin, and so a sound slipped past your lips. It was Emily’s turn to laugh, pulling away so she could make out your eyes.

“Better than last time?” she asked, her face not leaving yours.

“Mhm.” you could simply hum, still breathless from the session.

“Do you have enough material to work with, judge?” she teased, her nose grazing yours in a playful manner.

“You will be hard to top, Em.” you admitted to her as your body pulled away.

“Not the first time I’ve been told that.” she joked “I’ll send in the next contestant, who do you want me to get?”

“You know what? Just send in whoever you’d like, surprise me.”

She smiled before sneaking out of the narrow room. You were left alone with a bunch of coats and purses, your idea building anticipation within yourself. Spencer or Morgan, who would come through that door? You were dying to know. Although, if you were being honest, there was only one other person you wanted in there with you. However, you weren’t sure if the team-bonding exercise applied to him as well, he was the sole pair of lips you were dying to taste, and still the only ones you hadn’t.

Your train of thought was interrupted by the opening of the door; you jumped slightly in your place, and the man that was entering the room could notice.

“Whoa, sweetheart, you that excited to see me?” Morgan chuckled at your startled reaction, and he swiftly closed the door behind you.

“You’re a pleasant surprise, yes.” you said trying to ease your nervousness. Morgan made you particularly uneasy, not for anything bad, you were just sure that man had some sort of a psychic ability, he would always guess what you were thinking without even opening your mouth.

“You were expecting someone different, weren’t you?” he stood before you, towering over your body.

He took a couple of steps forward and you retracted until your back eventually hit the wall, he continued to pace forward until the gap between your bodies almost disappeared; being caged in by him, your hands traveled to your front, and they landed on his chest, almost as if you were trying to put some space in between you.

He caught up to your actions, observant as he was, and so he raised his own hands to cup your cheeks. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness once again, and you could see the natural glim of his as he looked into you.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, alright? We can just pretend like we did until Hotch gets his turn.” he reassured, and your mouth dropped open.

“Why would you-” you started to try and justify yourself, but he cut you off with a laugh.

“I’ve got an eye for tragic lovers.”

You sighed a little bit; Morgan had to be a mind reader, there was no other way. As if he was doing just that, his arms fell back to his sides and he stepped back to give you more space. Your hands desperately clung to the front of his t-shirt, not allowing him to escape any further from your grip.

“Hold on.” you told him “There’s no need to pretend, he already thinks we’re going to do it, so what’s the harm?”

The room was a bit too dark for you to make out his specific facial expression, but you were sure his eyebrows were raised in a startled surprise.

“Damn, you’re good at convincing.” without further delay, his hands darted back to the position on your face, and he used them to pull you forward.

You felt his lips on yours immediately, he was less gentle than Emily, but nonetheless chivalrous. You had to grant him access to your mouth, and he quickly obeyed your desires. His fingers moved back to the nape of your head, keeping you in place against his mouth as his tongue danced fervently around yours.

Your hands had moved back to his chest, using them to stabilize yourself since his strength and mild roughness was making you lose your balance. You couldn’t help the slight squeeze that you gave his pecs, being that they felt firm under your fingers. Derek took your initiative with the touch as an invitation to do so as well. One of his arms fell down, and sensually slipped to your lower back, he was cautious, lowering inch by inch in search of any sign of complaint or rejection, but you didn’t provide any, and his palm gently began to caress the area of your ass.

Your hips rolled unconsciously against his, his breath hitched inside his throat as you did so to the point where he had to pull apart to catch it back. He didn’t want to leave you unattended, therefore his head tilted to the side to take a gentle nibble at your jaw before he moved down to your neck. The hand on your neck joined the other on your rear, adding much needed pressure to his front; you let out a pleased sound, and it was his sign to retract.

He stole a quick, last peck from your lips before he pulled back. “I think I’ve done a good job.” he said with a cheeky tone.

“Certainly, contestant” you went along with the joke and he answered with a laugh “Please send in the next test subject” he nodded at your instructions and calmly walked out.

Thanks to Morgan’s comment, you realized that Aaron was probably game as well, and the mere thought of him appearing behind that door at any given second was making you nervous enough to begin pacing around the small room. You yet again reacted when the entrance was open again, and you must have made a movement or expression that indicated disappointment, because Reid pursed his lips at the sight of you.

“Not who you were expecting?” he asked before he closed the door behind him, and you could notice the tint of sadness in his voice.

“Come on, don’t be like that.” you reached out towards him in an attempt to find his hands, and when you finally did you pulled him closer to you “You know it’s always a delight to make out with you.” you tried to reassure him.

“It’s mutual, you know?” he said, his hands still in yours.

“I figured, I am an excellent kisser” you teased.

“That’s not what I meant.” his voice seemed more stern than usual “You and Hotch.”

You were thankful for the darkness that didn’t allow the blush of your face to be seen; after a couple of seconds, you cleared your throat, trying to avoid sounding too hopeful.

“You don’t have to force yourself to kiss me” he added “Plus, I don’t know how comfortable I would be doing so while you think of another man.”

Your eyebrows raised at his candor. Vulnerable Spencer could always sway you, mostly because you knew none of his words ever held an ill intention. He was honest to a fault, and you always felt compelled to soothe his anxieties.

“Then be good enough to make me forget.” you almost let out as a whisper.

You knew it would have to be up to you to take control with him, so you cupped his face and quickly dragged him down to your level to press a kiss to his lips and shut up whatever other excuse he was going to emit. Spencer was much more familiar with your lips compared to others, barely any foreplay before his tongue was already massaging yours sensually. His fingers gripped your hips in a similar fashion he had done before (that one time you were telling the rest of the team about).

He pushed you backwards a bit, having you pressed against an already too familiar wall, and you could feel his knee slipping past your thighs, right in between them. His lips continued to work around yours, gently nonetheless, but you could feel the grip on your hips getting tighter, and you realized he was trying to move them, bringing friction to your front.

A light moan slipped past your lips straight into his mouth, so his body moved forward to press against you a little tighter. “Isn’t that cheating?” you took the opportunity to say.

“It’s not.” he answered before taking another kiss away from you “My mouth is where it’s supposed to be.”

You giggled at his logic; Spencer was just that good when it came to loopholes. You were too focused on the pleasure that was taking over you as your clothed crotch continued to rub against his leg to actually care. Your hips started to take a rhythm on their own, and your kiss turned into a session of adjoining lips panting in unison. His fingers kept digging further into the skin that he had managed to expose due to the movement.

At some point, your head dropped back to allow yourself to get lost in the moment, and you felt his lips attack its base with open-mouthed, yet non-invasive, kisses. Your legs began to shake and Spencer pressed against you to keep you up, your light orgasm running within every vein of your body.

He let out a light chuckle as he pulled away from you, making sure you could keep your balance. “Bet Morgan didn’t do that” he said proudly.

You hit him in the arm and pushed him towards the door with a smile, watching him smugly prance his way out. You laughed to yourself to disguise the anxiety that began to overwhelm you. You made sure to fix your clothes in a somewhat presentable manner, and you unconsciously pressed yourself back against the wall, as if you were too scared to meet him face first.

Your heart felt like jumping straight up out of your chest when the knob finally twisted the damned piece of fine wood open. For the brief moment the hall light illuminated the insides, your eyes met, you could see the startle in his eyes once he noticed the way you stood there seemingly frozen by his appearance. He couldn’t bear the sight, his hands immediately darting to your face without having even shut the entrance. In a blink, his entire presence was right by yours, and his nose rubbed desperately against your own, almost as if it had taken all of his strength to stop himself from kissing you right away.

“Can I?” he asked in a mutter.

“Yes.” you barely let him finish his question when you answered.

Your firm and resolute agreement was nothing but a turn on to him, and his lips pressed passionately against yours without a second thought. You struggled to catch your breath as he devoured every inch of your now plump skin. His hands were nowhere near quiet, either, they presumed permission to explore as well and traveled south to where your lower-back, and any work you had done to tidy your shirt was long gone, being that he was heavily bothered by the fact that you were clothed.

The tip of his fingers were carefully memorizing the areas where your skin curved, every so often gripping selfishly with the intention of leaving at least a faint mark. You wondered how he could keep going without taking a break, and as if he could read your mind he pulled away.

“That’s plenty to be able to judge your performance.” you joked, suddenly aware that this had all begun because of a silly game you had tipsily come up with.

“I’m sorry.” he said, his hands fixing themselves on your face instead, keeping it still to have you at the same level as him.

“What for?” your eyebrows furrowed questioningly, even if in the darkness he couldn’t quite see your expression.

“It’s not enough for me.” his lips smashed onto yours once again with a similar force “Please tell me this urge isn’t one-sided.” he tried to reassure himself.

“It’s not.” you hurried to clarify, and your hands tugged at his shirt to serve as guarantee.

Aaron reached for the hem of your top and swiftly pulled it over your head, giving your aching lips a second of rest. Once your breasts were partially freed, you noticed him bend over, and one of his hands moved the remaining fabric away to expose your nipple; the way his mouth so hungrily latched to it made you shiver with pleasure, your right limb moving to his hair, and the left one covering your mouth to stop the loud moan from coming out. He didn’t take long to bring your other nub attention as well, and caged, throaty whines began to fill the room.

You could feel his erection pressing against your hip; he would roll them from time to time just as a reminder of the effect you had on him. You couldn’t process all that, though, if you were being honest, his every move, kiss, and suck driving you further away from sanity. As if his mouth wasn’t already doing wonders around your chest, you bolted up when you realized one of Hotch’s hands had found its way inside your pants, toying with the elastic band of your underwear.

“Aaron.” you removed the cover from your face to let out an aroused moan of his name.

He finally let go of your upper body, his back straightening to be close to your face once again “Tell me,” he almost whispered “when he was doing this to you, were you thinking of me?”

When you didn’t jerk away from his touch, he moved past the last restrictive garment, and one of his digits trailed up your entire slit, an experimental feeling to gather your reaction. To his pleasure, you melted into his touch, and the lack of light didn’t allow you to see the wide smile it generated on him. He took advantage of your approval to slip his finger inside your cunt.

“Cat got your tongue?” he teased as the aforementioned began to painstakingly slowly twirl within you “Tell me, is there anyone else that can make you this agitated? So wet, so desperate to be touched?”

“N-No” you tried to answer in one go, however, the way the tip of his finger caressed your walls in search of reactions was not allowing you to think straight.

“I’ll ask you again.” he said, his tone ever commanding “While he was touching you like this, did you secretly wish it was me?” he kept pressing his initial line of questioning, that you were too gone to remember it was about your little anecdote with Reid.

His wrist twisted in a way that allowed him to penetrate deeper, owning a moan that you tried to subtly suppress.

“Yes!” you cried out in the lowest tone you were able to, still oddly aware that the rest of your coworkers were outside.

“Let him know.” he basically growled against your ear, you lacked contact in your lower body for a second, only to let out a loud, uncontained whimper once he added a second finger to the formula. You grabbed for dear life onto his biceps, trying to keep your balance as he continued to thrust his fingers inside and out, your head also laid against the crook of his neck, unable to keep yourself facing him as he spilled dirty nothings in your ear.

“Aaron, please.” you begged as your hips tried to get him even further within you “I need more.”

The arm that was helping you keep still moved so his fingers could tangle in your hair, his grip allowed him to tilt your head back with a gentle tug, not quite enough to hurt you, but firm enough to force it a little.

“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget every word but my name.” his mouth pressed against yours once again to give you a reaffirming, rough kiss.

He removed his hand from your downside, and it energetically began to search around for the top he had removed earlier. Unable to find it, between other pieces of clothing and the darkness of the room, Aaron decided to remove his own shirt and hurried to throw it over your shoulders.

Your face reddened at his intentions, he was trying to cover you so the rest of the members wouldn’t see you literally half naked. Once he was comfortable with how many buttons he had hooked, he grabbed your hand to guide you outside the narrow closet.

Unfortunately for the both of you, and his subordinates, the only path towards the guest rooms, that Dave had prepared earlier, was to follow the hallway that crossed the living room area on the side. You braced yourself mentally, your hand covering your face as you began to feel the confused sights of your coworkers during your little parade.

“Last one out set the alarm.” you could hear Hotch command, but you didn’t dare to look back at your friends, or him for that matter.

The rest of the group simply stared at how their shirtless superior was dragging a girl, their very best friend, who was wearing his shirt over what was obviously a barely clothed chest, to the rooms their other boss had prepared for a very specific purpose. They exchanged puzzled looks in complete silence until Emily spoke up.

“Anyone know the alarm code?” she asked.

Back to you and Aaron, he had chosen the closest door he could find open. As soon as you stepped in, he grabbed your hips once again to press them against his, his erection made itself known against them, and you couldn’t help but to curiously wander one hand down. Your foreheads met and so did your eyes as you palmed his front; he let out an airy quiet moan.

Not able to take his frustration any longer, he twirled in his place along with you, making you stumble and fall on your back on to the bed. He landed right on top, his palms against the mattress cushioning the fall so he wouldn’t lay his entire weight on you.

There was no exchange of words, only a quick glance at your covered bottom that you understood as a command. Your back arched upwards and he could steal a glance of your perked nipples rubbing against his lent shirt. Shortly, you began to wiggle underneath him to remove the pants that you were pushing down along with your underwear. Once you were exposed, garments missing somewhere around the area, Aaron sat on his knees to unbuckle his belt.

The second his member became exposed, you let out a pleased gasp, which prompted him to smile in a rather shy way. Your legs subtly spread apart, revealing more of your intimate parts, and he understood that as an invitation to enter. His tip trailed slowly up and down your entrance, but before you could complain, he began to push in. He was as desperate as you were, and the way you let out a soft whine at his size.

Once he had pushed all the way in, he reached for your hands, intertwining your fingers together and pushing them all the way over your head. He could get a clear view of your face and breasts, and once he made sure you had adjusted to him, his hips began to move. Another moan escaped your lips, so he leaned down to meet his mouth with yours, planting a passionate, deep kiss to it.

You could feel yourself being filled by him, soft noises coming out of your mouth into his at the gentleness of his thrusts. Said gesture, however, wouldn’t seem to last long, and you noticed in the way the grip of your hands felt tighter with each one.

“No one else can touch you like this.” he pulled away from the kiss to focus on the side of your neck, you felt his lips attach to the skin and roughly suck on it. Aaron pulled away to admire the redness that spread on the spot, proud of the mark that he knew it was going to leave.

“No one else.” you reassured, your back arching a little at the pulsating pain on your neck.

“Good girl.” he praised, his hips snapping with a particularly rough thrust that caused a low ‘fuck’ out of you.

“Don’t hold back your voice.”

He repeated his movement, and this time you squirmed trying to free your hands, a loud, throat-deep whimper resonating around the otherwise empty room. He smirked at the volume of the sound, yet his hips continued to pound in you, the initial slow movements gone from his rhythm.

“Aaron…” you whispered in between moans “I want to cum.” you tried to beg.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” his eyes glimmered with certain darkness

His hips changed angles even when his current speed wouldn’t give in, the way he was pushing now allowed your clit to rub slightly against his lower torso with every thrust, probably so he wouldn’t have to use his hands and set yours free.

“I need to know I’m the only one who can fuck you like this.” he growled “I need you to say you’re mine.”

“I’m-” you were about to start talking when he snapped his hips roughly, and you could feel him slide all the way in, his balls making a loud clapping sound when they hit the skin on your ass. The sound you made was loud, almost like a scream, and you were sure whoever was still outside certainly heard it.

“What 's that? Couldn’t hear you.” his mouth had curled into a smug smirk.

“I’m yours, Aaron. I’m all yours.” you cried out, your wrists once again twisting in an attempt to free themselves.

He muttered another praise and let go of your hands, which could only fall flat to your sides and grip onto the sheets of the bed; he leaned back to be sitting on his knees once again, not allowing his member to slip out of you, and grabbed at your hips to slide them onto his lap. He held them in position as he continued to thrust, but one of his thumbs snuck to the upper part of your cunt, rapidly teasing the sensitive nerve bundle.

You kept slightly gritting your teeth, your walls clenching around his shaft without mercy, and even if it was not obvious on his face, you could tell by the way his member throbbed inside of you that he was about to reach his limit as well.

“Cum.” he suddenly commanded, and you didn’t need anything more.

You allowed yourself to be engulfed by your climax, your body twisting itself and your hands pulling at the fabric beneath them, your legs also curled, basically pushing your partner in your direction, not even giving him the option to pull back.

On his part, his head was thrown back, and you could see the way his adam’s apple bobbed with the loud groans he let out, his fingers gripping tighter on your skin, however this time the mark that his hold would leave was a complete accident.

He didn’t pull out once he had spilled himself completely into you, instead, his body dropped forward, his arms slipping under your body to hold you close to him, head on your chest, eyes closed, just trying to take in the fact that he had just made love to you.

“Aaron?” you said with a curious tone, your arms wrapping around his back and allowing one of your hands to tangle in his hair. He answered with a short hum, too tired to give you an actual answer “Does it bother you that I made out with the rest of the team tonight?” you asked, nervous that it would have hurt him in any way.

“No.” he said matter-of-factly “As long as I only get to do it from now on.”

You shared a light chuckle, and without noticing, the both of you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning was a bit awkward for Rossi, being that he was not expecting to see the entire team, save for you and Hotch, curled on his living room furniture. JJ, Reid, and Emily had curled up together on the larger piece, while Morgan and Garcia cuddled on one of the individual seats. The clearing of his throat woke everyone up in a startle, and they looked around confusedly for the missing members of the group.

“What the hell happened last night?” David asked no one in particular.

“We were playing a game, and we must have fallen asleep waiting for it to end.” Garcia said with a slightly suggestive, yet groggy, voice, and Rossi decided it was better not to ask.

“By the way, how do we interpret this?” Emily asked “Who won?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Morgan scoffed, and Emily shrugged in defeat.

“Then, who won between the two of you?” Reid asked, pointing at JJ and Garcia.

“No one, really.” Jennifer replied.

“What? You both failed? Who did you choose?” Morgan inquired.

The blondes exchanged looks to see if they had had the same thought, and so they replied in unison once they had figured they were correct.

“Spencer.” their tones were flat, almost as if the answer was obvious. Reid lit up in a smile, wiggling his eyebrows victoriously at Derek.

“What?! No way you would just pick him!” he was baffled at the answer.

“Girls talk, Derek” Penelope told him “Let’s just say Elle reviewed his service with five stars.”

The group broke into a shared laugh, and Rossi only interrupted so he could inquire on the whereabouts of his friends.

“Where’s Aaron?” he prompted.

“One of the guest rooms.” Reid said.

“And is he with…?” Dave continued.

“Yup” the five members said in unison, referring to you.

“Also, Rossi, if you don’t mind, I kind of have a design suggestion.” Spencer turned in the direction of his superior

The older man raised his eyebrows, curious about the words that were about to come out of the younger’s mouth. “Let’s hear it.”

“Please make all the rooms soundproof.”

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sweatervest-obsessed · 2 months

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Violent Delights Have Violent Ends - Part Three

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

TW: More rambling about art, Hospitals, poor male role models

A/n: Let's pretend like this didn't take me over a month to write. It's been a weird month for me so I really appreciate all of your patience <3 But the good news is, I've actually already starting writing Part 4...hehehe

“Hi Doctor Kolek. My name is Emily Prentiss and this is Doctor Y/n Y/l/n, we’re with the FBI and we wanted to ask you a few questions.”

The woman on the hospital bed nodded, eyes wide. There was a cloudiness to them, as if the memory loss from the past twenty-four hours was visible. “I-I told the police everything I remembered about yesterday.”

“Actually.” You spoke up, giving her a small smile. “We wanted to ask you about your courses this semester. We’re working on the recent murders here, and they all seem to be connected to famous paintings depicting Shakespearean deaths.”

Doctor Kolek gave you an incredulous look. “That’s incredibly specific.”

You heard Emily mutter a “you’re telling me” under her breath, and you tried to minimize the smile on your face.

“We know. I don’t actually work for the FBI, I’m consulting on this case. It’s not exactly what I thought I'd be doing with my degrees but…you never know.”

Spencer was standing outside of the room, trying to remain inconspicuous as he and Derek guarded the room.

“So Lover Boy, have you confessed to her yet?”

Spencer scoffed, repeatedly, trying to seem as if the idea was incredulous—as if he wasn’t picturing every outcome of asking you out.

“Yeah okay Reid. Don’t try to pretend like you haven’t been crushin on her since she walked into Hotch’s office four days ago.”

“I don’t like–”

“What don’t you like?” Prentiss walked out of the room, eyebrows raised, a small smirk on her lips as she looked at Derek. You followed her out, looking inquisitively at the pair in the hallway.

“Cats.” Spencer mumbled. “I don’t like cats.”

You hummed in agreement.

Prentiss let out a pretty dramatic gasp.

“Okay Well.” You quickly started to defend yourself. “I’m allergic and it’s easier to pretend that I hate what I can’t have.”

“That better be true Y/l/n. I was just starting to like you too…”

You rolled your eyes and smiled at her. “Please. Says the woman who admitted to me about her weekends in—”

“Hey! I told you that in confidence.” Emily cut you off, pointing her notebook at you.

“Weekends in what Y/n. Finish the sentence for those of us out of the know here.” Derek chimed in, very curious to know more about Emily Prentiss.

You surrendered your hands in the air, mimicking zipping your lips shut. “Sorry Morgan, sworn to secrecy.”

“Emily, come on. You know the girl for four days and she already knows more about you then, like, all of the team.”

Prentiss and you shared a knowing smile and the both of you burst out into small fits of laughter.

“Ha ha very funny. Do you believe this?”

Spencer wasn't paying attention to Derek since the sound of your laughter actually made him turn to stone. He was frozen to the core because he had a realization. Spencer Reid wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life. Considering how his parent’s marriage went, how Hotch’s marriage went, how Gideon’s life went, how Rossi’s marriages went, he didn’t exactly have a good track record in his history or in his mentor figures. The thought of you having to deal with him every single day made him want to crawl out of his skin. He couldn’t force someone to listen to him blabber on, and he certainly wasn’t about to make someone as wonderful as you do it.

“Hey Spencer, you alright?” Prentiss’ hand on his shoulder brought him out of his head, and he started to shake his head but quickly nodded. “Ye-Yeah uh. Just..” He thought back to his thinking when something quickly came back to the forefront of his mind. “This is probably a, uh, ‘woman scorned’. She probably was cheated on or…” He managed out.

“That would line up with the revenge against the men, especially since her end game….”

Spencer nodded at you, while Prentiss and Derek gave each other a look.

“What did Kolek say about the courses?” Derek interrupted.

“She’s teaching three this semester. Spanish Art, which hasn’t really applied to us, Women in Art History, which has, and then, honestly it’s too good to be true Derek…�� You bit your lip and looked at Emily, obviously troubled.

“The third course is a combination lecture between the English department and the art history department as a way to knock out two gen eds in one—it’s literally a course about literature in Art.” You sighed.

“You’re joking with me.”

You shook your head. “Derek you have no idea how badly I wish this to be fucking fake since it’s a lecture seminar—there’s like fifty kids in that course a semester, minimum.”

“Jesus Christ…”

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You, Derek, Emily, and Spencer spent the next three hours going through all of the kids in the course–learning the names, hometowns, languages spoken, grad years: everything about them.

It was a dreadful process that caused all of you to almost lose your minds on several occasions. It didn’t help that the only thing you could really do was scan course loads of students that the three agents picked out to see if there could be some courses that aligned perfectly to fit the profile, but it was not helpful because all of these kids took almost the exact same courses.

“I can’t fucking sit in these chairs anymore. I’m losing my mind.” You stood up and stretched your back a bit. “I’m going back to the hotel, and I highly advise that all of you should too. Especially since it’s now ten pm, and all of us being miserable tomorrow morning would be extremely counterproductive.”

Spencer sighed and nodded. “I’ll walk back with you?”

You smiled and nodded at him, grabbing your coat off of the back of your chair. “Derek? Emily?”

“We’re going to finish up, but we’ll be in bed before the sun rises.” Derek mock saluted you and you nodded.

The two of you left the two of them, starting to head in the direction of the hotel the FBI had set you up at. Well, really it was almost an Airbnb type of place. They had managed to get an entire house set up for the team since there were no actual hotels around. You and Spencer had landed with the rooms up on the third floor, while everyone else was on the second floor. This was nice considering it meant no one was waking you up when you managed to sleep in for an extra half an hour, nor were they in your business about your crush on Spencer, and maybe you didn’t have to sneak back into your room when the two of you would finish your late-night conversations.

You had never met anyone like Spencer Reid. His intelligence was unmatched, and so was his want to learn. Tonight was all about teaching him the feelings of art. This was a big one considering that was something that traditionally steered Spencer away from art. Not because he couldn’t feel things, but because the expectation of emotions was a bit much.

“I think a good one to start with is Turner’s Odysseus Deriding Polyphemus. It’s one of my favorites because Turner hid creatures within the nature of the scene; Hippokampos and Dryaids in the waves. Polyphemus in the mountains.” You handed him your phone, the piece of art on your screen. “When you first look at the image, you just see Odysseus and his men sailing away. But the longer you stare at the image,, more reveals itself to you.”

Spencer nodded. “Rigth. So I get that part, but why. The optical illusions within the paint make it impressive artistry, but Holbein’s Ambassadors does the same thing, only with a weird skull optical illusion. What is the difference?”

You smiled. “While I’ve had the privilege of seeing both paintings in person at the National Gallery in London, and while seeing both in person is extremely cool, Holbein was just showing off. He wanted to showcase his extreme talent and boast. Whereas Turner is hiding the story within the painting. He is asking the viewers to not only know what they are looking for but challenging them to find it. The victory of Odysseus suddenly seems more magical because Turner is capturing the isolation of the giant through the isolation of the mountains, making him seem small before you really consider the proportions of the paintings.”

Spencer was just smiling at you, completely enamored by your passion for this topic. You looked over at him and blushed slightly. “Sorry, I just get really into these things and then I start to ramble and–”

“No! No. Seriously. I don’t mind it, at all. I really like it when you…ramble.”

You bit your lip and nodded, ready to continue with your tirade.

But Spencer’s smile quickly turned into a frown, and it was the last thing you saw as your vision went black. And the last thing you heard was Spencer yell out before the world went silent.

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Spencer and Rossi-Reid on Valentine's Day

Nobody asked but I know someone out there is waiting for it so here are some headcanons (or are we at a point where we can consider this a canon derivative?) about Spencer and RR on Valentine's Day.

Made with help from the incredible @doctorsteeb

Growing up Spencer didn't celebrate Valentine's day. The first reason is obviously because his parents split up, and sometimes his mom wasn't even aware of what day it was.

Spencer's only real meaningful connection to Valentine's day is Chaucer's Parliament of Fowls, which his mom used to read to him, but the poem means more to him than the day itself.

You'd think Rossi-Reid would have a bad relationship with the day of love as well, considering her father has three failed mairrages, but that only opened the door for Rossi to be the dad of the century when it comes to celebrating Valentine's day.

Rossi loves his daughter more than anything in the world and he wants to make sure that her standards for a man are HIGH.

When she's little he makes it a tradition that he leaves her a card in the morning if he has to go to work and packs her favorite lunch. When he gets home, he asks her to go on a father daughter dinner date and they get dressed up and go to a fancy resturant.

He pulls out her chair for her, waives down the waiter if she needs anything, pays the bill. She's only 5 years old, but he loves his daughter and again, he wants those standards for a man to be high.

When she gets a older and she can appreciate it, she wakes up to a gift instead of a card.

They're nice gifts.

Like REALLY nice gifts.

Diamonds, silver, or gold, always wrapped up in a Tiffany & Co. box with a pink bow.

And of course, they have their father-daughter date.

The year RR stopped ordering chicken nuggets made him a little sad.

One year Rossi was called to take a case. He was going to decline, but RR made him go.

She wants him to be there, but his job saves lives, and at some point that's more important. They can always do dinner some other time.

Of course the entire BAU knew that Rossi went above and beyond for his daughter on Valentine's day, and even though she's the one who told him to go, Hotch still saw that she was sad.

Before his dinner date with Haley, he ran out to the nearest drug store and got RR a box of chocolates and dropped it off on his way to pick Haley up.

He just left it on the porch, rang the doorbell, and left. He didn't even have time to write that it was from him because he was in such a rush.

But RR knew and texted him anyway

"Thanks, Hotch. And don't worry. She's gonna say yes."

"Stop calling me Hotch. Hopefully she says yes."

Haley said yes.

When RR went to college, Rossi would send bouquets of flowers to her and call her that night.

So RR's standards are about as high as they can get.

If you think about the timeline, her and Spencer are married by the time their first Valentine's Day rolls around and Spencer is so nervous about it.

And she's nervous about it too.

RR had a casual boyfriend or two but nothing like her and Spencer (I mean they are married) and she has no idea what she should do for him, what he'd expect from her, etc.

She's honestly freaking out more than he is.

So a few days before, she brings it up in conversation and Spencer freezes.

Then he starts rambling, but RR knows it's his nervous ramble and not his excited ramble so she stops him and calms him down.

And she fully admits that she has no idea what to do either.

So they decide together that for the first year they're going to keep it low-key.

But both of them individually want to make the other feel special.

The day starts casually but Spencer enlisted Gideon's help to keep RR at the office for longer than him.

He goes home and tries to make pasta.

RR tried to make a card with classic Valentine's poems written on it.

By the time RR gets home Spencer has managed to explode tomato sauce in the microwave and severly overcooked two boxes of pasta.

And the card that RR made has coffee spilled all over it.

They're both freaking out until they realize that the other one tried so hard and failed as well.

And they just laugh together.

RR makes dinner and then they snuggle together while Spencer recites poems from memory.

From then on, Valentine's day for them comes in the little things- holding hands a bit longer than normal, lunch break alone instead of with the rest of the team, going home from work early and Spencer reading to RR outloud while she makes dinner.

And gifts are always small things that show how well they know one another- a cardigan Spencer was admiring, the Italian translation of a book that RR loves.

Because even though it's nice to have a day that is a bit more special than the rest, Spencer and RR don't feel like they need a designated day to show or tell one another how in love they truly are.

#criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #david rossi #rossi x daughter!reader #david rossi x daughter!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x platonic!reader #criminal minds x daughter!reader #the rossi reid

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slytherinlesbians · 6 months

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slytherinlesbians' whumptober masterlist (complete!) *ੈ✩‧₊˚

day six: recording/made to watch/"it should've been me." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: derek morgan, emily prentiss, aaron hotchner, jason gideon, penelope garcia, jennifer jaraeu | ship: none | trigger warnings: none | content: 2x15 revelations, the tobias hankel case, kidnapped spencer reid, team as a family | word count: 507

day seven: "can you hear me?" | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, derek morgan, penelope garica | ship: past spencer reid/maeve donovan | trigger warnings: mentions of drugs/drug use, depression | content: post 8x12 'zugzwang,' spencer's isolation, team as a family | word count: 1k

day ten: "you said you'd never leave." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), diana reid, derek morgan, aaron hotchner, jennifer jaraeu, penelope garcia, emily prentiss | ship: past spencer reid/elle greenaway | trigger warnings: parent abandonment, depression, grief | content: spencer reflects on the people who have left him over the course of his life and grieves | word count: 1.3k

day thirteen: "i don't feel so good." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), aaron hotchner, david rossi, jennifer jaraeu, emily prentiss, derek morgan | ship: none | trigger warnings: gunshot wound recovery, vomiting | content: spencer recovers from an injury sustained on a case, team as a family, dad!hotch | word count: 724

day fourteen: (alt prompt) shaking | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, jennifer jaraeu, emily prentiss | ship: none | trigger warnings: gunshot, autistic meltdown | content: spencer has a meltdown after a case, autistic spencer, team as a family, hotch & spencer friendship, dad!hotch | word count: 642

day twenty: blanket/found family | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: none | content: post 2x15 'revelations,' the tobias hankel case, dad!hotch, autistic spencer, non-verbal spencer, hotch & spencer friendship, team as a family | word count: 589

day twenty three: stalking | fandom: criminal minds | characters: jennifer jareau (centric), emily prentiss | ship: mentioned jennifer jareau/will lamontagne | trigger warnings: mentions of sexual assault, rape, abuse and stalking | content: a case reminds jj of a past relationship, emily & jj friendship | word count: 1.2k

day twenty six: working to exhaustion/"you look awful." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), jennifer jareau, david rossi, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: ableism | content: on a case, local officers treat the team badly, dad!hotch, team as a family | word count: 1.7k

day twenty seven: scars | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, luke alvez, penelope garcia | ship: pre spencer reid/luke alvez, but can be read as platonic | trigger warnings: past self harm, past drug addiction | content: case fic, post prison spencer, autistic spencer, spencer is uncomfortable in his body, luke helps | word count: 1.6k

day twenty nine: "what happened to me?" | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), derek morgan, jennifer jareau, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: past addiction, gunshot wound | content: spencer is shot on a case, pain relief used in the hospital brings up bad feelings, team as a family, dad!hotch | word count: 888

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amberjazmyn · 6 months

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dr spencer reid

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - is this safe for work?

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - other than sexual references, not really anything bad

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - "bite me" prompt - dr reid and his girlfriend agent florianne de angelis just mucking around when the rest of their team hear two words that they'd never thought would leave their resident genius mouth like ever

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - i just thought this would be a funny, short thing that would make up for the previous depressing chapter

masterlist

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the rest of the bau's team sat in shock at the two words that had just fallen out of the mouth of their second youngest agent, their resident genius, dr spencer reid. no one could have ever imagined anything sexual to fall out of his mouth in a sentence, but, let alone so confidently and so easily as it just did moments ago. spencer and his girlfriend, the actual youngest of the bau team, florianne de angelis just smirked at their fellow agents and at each other as if what they just said was normal and as though they always say them out in the open and confidently.

morgan finally stopped choking on his own saliva and spoke up, "...you said what, kid?" he was beside himself that his best friend and normally shy and clueless genius even knew the context of those two words together and what they meant

"i said bi--" spencer was interrupted by jj

"--we don't need to hear it again, spence--" and, jj was interrupted by their unit chief, aaron hotchner who had walked in on this entire situation

"--hear what again?" hotch spoke up, files in his hand as florianne and spencer stifled giggles whereas morgan and jj looked like they had just heard their parents say the grossest thing ever

"uh...uh, nothing--" jj and morgan were desperately trying to figure out what to say when florianne shut everyone up, repeating what her boyfriend had jokingly told her when they thought they were on their own

"--jj and morgan were rudely eavesdropping spencer and i just joking around with each other and, i made an nsfw joke and he responded back saying bite me, it's really not that bad, hotch. jayje and chocolate thunder really need to put on their big kid panties if that is what they find offensive!" florianne nonchalantly responds, answering her unit chief's question as he shockingly chuckles

in hearing their unit chief's chuckles, confusing and slightly worrying jj and morgan completely, spencer, florianne, emily, rossi, penelope and blake happily watched on in glee at the whole situation in front of them. as everyone else stifled their giggles, jj and morgan were left dumbfounded at how much ridicule they were getting, not just from two of the babies of the bau but also from their unit chief. I mean, unbelievable, right, is it now all of a sudden bully jj and morgan day?

hotch spoke up again after covering up a laugh with a cough, "i agree with de angelis and reid, if you guys find that offensive, you should have heard the ways haley and i spoke to each other when we'd spend hours in the elevator!" hearing that really grossed out everyone, not just morgan and jj as everyone either fake-gagged or did what florianne did and called him out on it

"hotch, whilst what spencer and i did was safe for work in moderation, is what you and haley did safe for work?" florianne chuckled out as everyone blew up in laughter, including the usually stoic unit chief who also chuckled out a couple of rounds of laughter as well

shaking his head, he responded, "that was the question haley always posited, is this safe for work aaron? and, every single time, i'd tell her no but, that wasn't what stopped us, it was gideon waiting for us in front of the elevator, waiting for us to walk into the bullpen of the unit whilst we were in the middle of a burning hot makeout session, bite marks trailing down haley's neck because she asked me the same question that spencer asked florianne..." hotch trailed off as the rest of his team were certainly grossed out about their boss's sex life

"...did we really need to be told the ins and outs of your sex life, sir?" florianne was now disgusted, as was spencer, whilst morgan and jj laughed

"well, you technically didn't stop me now, did you?" hotch fired back, throwing the files of paperwork to the desk as he walked back to his office with a chuckle, the biggest smile on his face his team had seen since he told them about his and haley's divorce

whilst they really didn't need to be made aware of their boss's sex life, it did still make them smile knowing that they could get him to laugh and include him in the crude, nsfw jokes. even if it meant that they would need to wash their brains out with soap and water via their ears after hearing what their boss and wife did in the fbi quantico elevator. and, with the files splattered across the desk given by hotch himself, the team knew that the rest of their work day today would be paperwork since they hadn't had any new cases since three weeks ago.

morgan was still dumbfounded about this entire situation so, he made sure people knew that "and, hotch just thinks we can continue the rest of our day like he just didn't clue us in on his sex life with his now ex-wife and that's completely normal?" everyone chuckled at the bamboozled morgan as spencer spoke up

"uh, yeah, sex is completely normal, morgan, you of all of us should know that, right?" spencer jokingly jabbed his best friend who couldn't fight against that statement so, the older agent surrendered, his hands in the air

"touché, you got me there reid!" morgan chuckled softly as everyone went back to their paperwork as small bursts of giggles every few minutes were heard throughout the rest of the workday

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this was a very short one but, i didn't know how to expand it and honestly, it's just a filler until the next chapter which will be another sad one (kinda).

ok ily bye xx

wc; 1050

#criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #little bit of smut #bite me prompt

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greg-montgomery · 11 months

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Hotch is a brilliant father to Jack, but he's also such an amazing mother to Reid lmao. Every little interaction between them is so wholesome. Gideon was incredible, Rossi is great, but Hotch is just so ✨parent✨. The little fist bump? The proud smiles?

He is so baby girl and he is mother. He is everything.

YESSSSSS <3333

hotch is literally so parent like these are his children 😭😭😭 he’s always so tired while his kids go feral lmfao like the way he’s always like “reid 😑” BUT he’s also so protective of them and he’s so proud of them and he would do anything to keep them safe 🥺🥺

that cute little fist bump always makes my heart MELT 🥹 or the “you’re starting to get some distance on those” 🥹🥹 when they thought he would be mad :( like that’s his SON

OR the “in no way whatsoever” when pen thought she let him down :((( and he told her he never wants her to change?? 😭 or when he stayed with her to have dinner together cause she was sad? 🥹🥹

OR OMG remember when he said something like “i haven’t taught him” or “i’m trying to teach him something” to gideon about reid??? ugh i don’t remember the context rn but it was basically him saying it’s his responsibility to teach him something and if that doesn’t scream “reid is my son” idk what does

#he really is so baby girl and so mom ❤️#hotch 🪐#ask

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codename-mom · 7 months

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Collision (AU)

Summary: A brand-new BAU is forming but there is still someone missing. The team masterpiece: a technical analyst. But one day, Erin Strauss calls Hotch in her office. She may have found the perfect candidate. Or maybe not.

Characters: Erin Strauss, Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan

Contents: TW mention of parents death, of drug use and of everything the BAU is working on.

This is a text written for the CM Meet Cute challenge organized by @imagining-in-the-margins.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

PPS: Why I add "AU" after the title you may ask? Because I used to write the texts of Code Name: Mom during my first watch of CM. So, when I imagined that scene, I haven't seen the Black Queen episode yet and I worked with the tiny pieces of information we had to figure out their first encounter. Then I saw S09E12 and this text didn't fit the canon anymore. But I still love the dialogue between those idiots and the scene, so here it is.

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Erin Strauss pressed the buttons on her landline telephone and, with a few curt words, summoned one of the residents of Quantico’s sixth floor. She hung up as soon as she had gave the order and waited. A few minutes later, a giant in a strict suit framed himself on her doorstep, eyebrows furrowed.

“What is it?” asked Aaron Hotchner as he entered the room.

The two FBI agents glared fiercely at the other, ready to leap at each other’s throats at the first opportunity, but communicated in surprisingly calm tones. She distrusted this man, who was more rebellious than his austere appearance suggested, and he hated being told what to do. Then, the two had been fighting like cat and dog since they first met. Most of the time, however, they both knew how to put aside their differences to get the job done properly.

“Do you still need a technical analyst for your team?” she asked him, matter-of-factly.

“Yes. More than ever. Why?”

The Behavioral Analysis Unit had been founded by two men, Jason Gideon and David Rossi, a few years earlier, with the aim of tracking down sociopaths and other serial killers, in particular by establishing their psychological profile based on the victims they had left behind, but also their modus operandi, the weapons used or even the crime scene. It was a complex discipline, requiring a great deal of knowledge on many subjects, and that was still disparaged.

But the results were there, and Bureau headquarters authorized the two men to expand the team. They had picked up a young federal prosecutor who had assisted Dave on one of his investigations. After a meeting with the woman who would become his wife, the man accepted the offer and flew off to join them. Intelligent, serious, meticulous, attentive to detail and endowed with excellent self-control, the recruit had integrated perfectly into the duo, and his fresh outlook had enabled them to envisage a new shape for the agency.

However, the disastrous conclusion of a business deal and personal worries had pushed Gideon and Rossi, respectively, towards the exit, and they had to entrust the helm of the ship to the last survivor of the crew. Bombarded as director at the age of thirty-nine, he immediately put into practice the plan he had devised for the brand-new BAU. He had recruited a former Chicago policeman with a wanderlust, then added two young people with disparate profiles: a poised, tenacious and empathetic woman who would act as liaison officer, and a multi-graduate student with an elephantine memory but a social misfit.

Nevertheless, the final piece of the puzzle was still missing: a technical analyst. A computer expert capable of probing all databases at lightning speed to extract just the essentials, but also of dissecting all the evidence passing through a computer – video, audio tracks, photographs. A particularly difficult nugget to find, given the scarcity of skills required for this position.

“We may have someone for you, Strauss announced, stepping out from behind her desk. Please follow me.”

Hotch frowned, doubtful, but walked in her footsteps. They took the elevator that had brought him to this floor and went back down a few levels. Then they entered a dull corridor bathed in an eerie silence. This was where suspects apprehended by the FBI were brought.

“Here's her file, continued the section chief, placing the documents on his chest. You'll have time to read it before making your final decision, but I'll give you a summary.”

“Thank you,” he answered coldly.

Without waiting for her to begin, he opened the cardboard sleeve and the round face of a bespectacled blonde appeared at the top left of an annotated sheet.

“Her name is Penelope Garcia, and she's a hacker who's been hanging around on the street more or less since her parents died in a car accident, Erin told him without a hint of emotion in her voice. She was eighteen then, twenty-six now.”

“If you've caught her, she may not be as good as you think," he said, reading the information gathered about her at an angle.

“Or she did it on purpose.”

“What do you mean?” he frowned, raising his nose.

“Hacker’s world is small. They all know that us, CIA, army, etc., we hire some of them because they're ultimately much more efficient than the IT people who are trained for the job.”

Strauss rolled her eyes in dismay at this realization. Using criminals to entrap others was totally beyond her, notwithstanding their often unique faculties. Next to her, Aaron, a man of the field, had a less Manichean view of things. Since he'd been in the business, he'd had time to notice that the men and women they put behind bars weren't necessarily bloodthirsty, ruthless monsters. On a contrary. Between those who'd simply fallen off the wagon due to a string of mishaps, those who'd once let their anger get the better of their reason, and those who'd failed to deal with childhood traumas, it was sometimes difficult to blame the wrongdoers for what they'd done.

As so, the possibility of integrating a virtual outlaw into his team didn't bother him all that much. Provided he – or rather, she, in this case – has the skills compatible with his project. He turned a few pages to access the summary of her exactions. He discovered a long list of feats of arms that ran across several sheets, both sides. The young woman had wandered from institution to institution, jumping over firewalls as if they'd never existed, browsing here and there, before emerging again, sometimes leaving little messages of thanks. Her targets were highly diversified, ranging from multinationals to ultra-secure establishments, as well as national and even regional companies. However, he quickly noted that there was a common denominator to all her attacks. Except the last one, the one that had dragged her into the walls of Quantico.

“Interesting resume, he said, closing the file. Did she say why she did it?”

“To know the truth about Lady Di’s death,” threw his neighbor, without any conviction.

“You don’t buy it?”

“Of course not. To go to all this trouble just for that, it's ridiculous!" she stormed in a condescending tone.

Unlike him, his superior was a bureaucrat. Where he saw tormented individuals, injured personnel or equipment crucial to the survival of his people, Erin saw numbers, numbers and more numbers. He spoke of efficiency, she replied: profitability. Two discourses that regularly clashed and only served to further inflame their dissensions.

“You would be surprised," he retorted, repressing the sneer that curled at the edge of his lips.

“There she is.”

When they reached a one-way mirror, the agents could see the subject of their conversation in the flesh, without her seeing them. Sitting on a chair behind a table to which she was handcuffed, she faced two men in dark suits who seemed to be pestering her with questions. The prisoner had long blond and supple hair, which had obviously known better days, just like her clothes whose bright colors had been faded by a long exposure to light, dust, perspiration and lack of maintenance. Pale-skinned, with drawn features, she had dark circles under her eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed, she was on the defensive.

“She’s using,” noted Hotch, taking up the toxicology report attached to the second page of her file.

“Not for the past three weeks.”

“Since you captured her, that is.”

Erin nodded, her mouth pursed. Despite the glass divider between the two women, the director found it hard to hide her revulsion. Aaron felt like reminding her that it wasn't contagious, but restrained himself. He preferred to take a closer look at this young woman who, though frightened, didn't utter a word. Drops of sweat beaded down her chubby face and her arms shook intermittently, as if she were cold. On her bare forearms, he saw scratch marks attesting to the fact that she had been frantically rubbing her skin for the past few days.

“She’s in withdrawal.”

“But she's lucid and doesn't crave her fix, Strauss revealed, her tone softening somewhat, which might mean she wasn't all that hooked.”

“You think she let herself be captured to get out of all this.”

“Could be.”

If this was the case, it proved, in effect, that she was aware of how dangerous this activity was, and that she had no intention of getting caught up in this downward spiral, the outcome of which was rarely positive. Whatever she had consumed, she had no intention of clinging to it, but rather was looking for a way to get as far away from it as possible. It was an undeniable sign of intelligence, but Hotch suddenly doubted whether this objective would be successful if she were to accept his proposal. It all depended, in fact, on her strength of character.

“Can I talk to her?”

“Be my guest.”

Strauss knocked on the glass and the two agents inside froze before leaving the room. They said nothing and walked off down the corridor with the same energetic step. Aaron pressed the door handle and entered the padded room.

Penelope, relieved to see the two tough guys leave, tensed as this new guy in a suit and tie introduced himself to her. From where she was, he looked gigantic, and she wondered how he'd managed to get in without hitting his head. Brows furrowed, face closed, dark eyes staring at her unblinkingly, the man seemed to her to have as much emotion as a frying pan. She didn't know anything about the FBI hierarchy, but her instincts told her that this guy was much higher up than the first two. An irrepressible urge to run away jumped to her throat, but she could only shrink back in her chair as he came to sit opposite her.

“What’s your name?” he questioned her, without a hint of animosity in his voice.

Hotch saw the pirate's brown irises dip to the cardboard sleeve he'd placed in front of him, then return in his direction.

“… You have my file, so surely you already know this information," she replied, raising her eyebrows.

It wasn't irony or a snide attack, she was simply reminding him of the obvious. Although impressed by his presence, she wasn't as terrified as she might have been. She was more intrigued than anything. Which was just as well, because he wasn't there to gave her the third degree, but to open the doors to a potential future.

“I know it, yes, but I thought it would be a good start to a conversation.”

His interlocutor observed her opposite for a while without saying a word. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something about this agent that set him apart from the others she'd come across. There was no smugness, no repulsion or no malice about him. He looked at her as any human being should look at another. They clearly didn't come from the same world, but that didn't seem to matter to him. And she guessed that behind that icy mask was someone far more sympathetic. The question was how deep to dig to bring it out.

“… Penelope Garcia. You?”

“Aaron Hotchner, he answered with no hesitation. Do you know where you are?”

“Unless the guys who drove me here had fake accreditation, I must be in the FBI basement. Well, in a manner of speaking, since we climbed three flights of stairs from the parking lot.”

She talked a lot and fast, without any stress in her voice. This was obviously her usual way of expressing herself, a sign of a lively, voluble personality. It wasn't very much in line with house policy, but given the position she would occupy – if she were to accept – it wouldn't be a problem.

“… I'm the manager of a rather unusual team, and we need a fast, efficient technical analyst.”

Penelope’s fine eyebrows furrowed. He delivered his speech in an even tone. The man was straight to the point, clear and concise, articulating very distinctly. She let her gaze run over him. Stiff as a stick, clean-shaven, his dark hair was cut short, his fingernails perfectly filed, his tie ideally knotted, his suit tailor-made. If he hadn't been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he had learned to imitate to perfection those who had been so lucky. But unlike the latter, which were often untrue, he didn't seem to want to bother with convolutions and leg-pulling to get what he wanted. A good point for him, from her point of view.

“And you think I will do the trick?" she inquired, curious.

“It depends.”

“Of what?”

“Whether or not you let yourself be captured.”

“What do you think?”

“What I think has no importance. It’s your answer that does matter.”

“Who says I’d tell the truth.”

“It’s my job.”

They had conducted this dialogue at full speed, replying to each other's answers in a matter of seconds, and were now taking advantage of the silence to gauge their adversary. Hotch thought she was testing the waters, gleaning as much information as possible before stepping forward; which was a perfectly understandable attitude. The hacker was in fact trying to assess the danger of the path the agent was blazing ahead of her, trying to project herself alongside this character who used his muscles sparingly. Since he'd come in and taken his place on the chair, the only part of his anatomy that had moved was his mouth. Everything else, from his fingers intertwined on the table to his eyelids, had not wavered. The guy had gone statuesque in a split second. It's a good thing she could see him breathing, otherwise she'd have doubted he was human. Meanwhile, she still didn't know what she might be walking into.

“… What do you mean by “rather unusual team”?”

“My team is responsible for tracking down serial killers, sociopaths, rapists and arsonists across the country, in collaboration with local authorities,” he revealed, direct.

Given what lay ahead, Aaron preferred to be as frank as possible with her. He didn't know how much empathy she had for complete strangers, but from what he'd glimpsed in her file – and from what he understood of the reasons for her actions – she was far from being heartless. But the situations she was about to face were anything but trivial. Which she was beginning to understand, as he saw her swallow and turn a little pale.

“And… what I am supposed to do?”

“Analyze all the data we retrieve, conduct real-time searches on all platforms and databases, probably over several years.”

“Data. What kind of data?”

“Videos, photos, audio files, he continued, you'll see people killed, raped and tortured on a daily basis in conditions you've probably never imagined.”

A leaden blanket fell over Penelope's shoulders. The functions of the FBI were manifold and covered many areas of everyday American life: from taxes to cybercrime, from intelligence to criminal investigations. Clearly, she'd fallen on the hardest branch of all, one on which, had she been given the chance, she'd never have put a foot wrong. Chilled by this revelation, she spoke out:

“Looks like a dream.”

“I prefer to be honest, he admitted without a shudder. It's not about numbers, it's about confronting the worst that humans can do.”

He saw her dodge his gaze, biting her lower lip. Her eyes cocked to one side, she weighed up the pros and cons of his proposal, surely considering what she was capable of withstanding emotionally and psychologically. Her life hadn't been particularly simple, and she'd had to see and experience things that many wouldn't want to endure, but that was no match for what he and his team witnessed day-to-day. At least, he hoped for her. Suddenly, her irises returned to him, escaped, then fixed themselves again on his face. Her mouth twisted like a worm on asphalt. Hotch imagined that she was in the middle of a discussion with herself or preparing her next line, silently rehearsing her words to make sure she didn't make a blunder.

“… Can I ask you something?” she did, blushing.

“Go on.”

“Will I end up like you?”

“Meaning?”

“You're the closest thing we have to an iceberg.”

Aaron had to concentrate to keep his eyelids from widening. He had expected everything but this. He had mentally prepared answers to all the technical, administrative, and legal questions, but had never imagined that he would be attacked on his appearance. He already knew that he had a reputation for being someone devoid of emotion, even frightening, even to the other residents of Quantico, so he wasn't surprised that she thought the same; he was disturbed by this surprisingly brave move. This dirty, ragged little woman had the guts to say out loud what all the feds, here and abroad, barely dared to say in hushed tones. A self-assurance that hits the bull’s eye.

“… It’s the suit.”

He had probably tried to hide it, but Penelope saw the brief sneer that had lifted the corner of his lips. A crack in his shell that made the young woman laugh despite her interlocutor's newfound seriousness. She was right: he wasn't the terror he was trying to make himself out to be. On a contrary. Underneath that jacket, shirt and T-shirt, there was a tender, beating heart; and under that ebony hair, a well-built head that wasn't bothered by convention. And, contrary to what she had expected, she didn't have to dig very far to find the treasure. So she already knew that if she needed him, he'd be there to catch her.

“Okay, she replied, relieved. I’ve got another question.”

“I’m listening.”

“Is there a dress code to observe?”

From his slanted reading, Hotch recalled that, among her personal effects, there was a non-negligible quantity of barrettes, elastics, bracelets, and earrings. Almost all of them knock-off, but flashy and eye-catching, in a wide range of gaudy colors and topped with rhinestones and other frills. A wardrobe choice that didn't fit in with Bureau standards at all, but reflected her playful personality. Then he thought of Strauss, behind the glass, who sometimes felt that appearances were more crucial than results, and a smile formed in his mind.

“No. As long as you come dressed-up.”

Garcia nodded, reassured not to have to wear a sad, bland suit.

“How much time I have to decide?”

“It’s up to you. But while we are talking, know that there are people who need you.”

With that, the BAU director rose to his feet and picked up the file. But he didn't leave the room immediately, as he had just remembered a certain detail.

“And one more thing: if you want to join my unit, you'll need to write a motivation letter. It’s part of the protocol.”

Frowning, Penelope stared at him blankly. He'd told her as if it were a chore, but she already had her own ideas on the subject. The monolith then turned its back on her and disappeared behind the door, leaving the young woman alone to her reflection.

A week later, the agent in charge of mail distribution at Quantico dropped a stack of envelopes on Hotch's desk. The manager thanked him, and he resumed his tour. Derek Morgan had been watching the proceedings in silence and saw his superior pull a peculiar letter out of the pile. Its entire contour was covered in purple glitter.

“What is it?” he asked, curious.

“We’ll see.”

Aaron, who had already guessed the identity of the author of this fold, took out his letter opener and unfolded the mailing. Inside, he found a candy-pink card with his first and last names written in pretty cursive script. He opened it and found two cardboard flaps lined with stars and little shiny hearts, and dancing in the middle, a text traced in glittery ink.

Sir, If you still need someone to kick the bad guys’ asses, I’m your man. Have a nice day. Penelope Garcia PS: This card is home-made.

Surprised, the ex-policeman saw a smile stretch his supervisor's lips. A reaction of obvious joy that he had not at all expected from such an unexpressive man. Intrigued, he questioned:

“Is it your birthday?”

“No, answered Hotch rising his head. It’s the motivation letter of our analyst.”

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Ok so the thing with Criminal Minds is as we all know they drop a storyline almost immediately after it’s introduced. They specifically do this with Spencer, let’s start at the beginning.

From episode 1 we know little about him other then he’s smart and that theme continues until the end of the season when it’s revealed that his mother is in some sort of sanitarium when he tries to call her. Even then Spencer tries to hide his mother’s mental illness from Penelope who is in the room with him, her schizophrenia isn’t revealed until the second half of the finale thus the only Spencer storyline they actually keep but during that time there’s no mention of his father.

William isn’t even mentioned until Revelations when Spencer gets drugged, is rendered unconscious then starts to have flashbacks of his parents arguing and his dad leaving. That is the thing we know about his father for many seasons. Cue to Memoriam where Willam and Spencer reunite which isn’t the greatest reunion considering Spencer tries to frame his own father for murder. Although in Spencer’s defence (yes I’m defending Spencer for this hush) he hasn’t seen his dad in years so it’s almost like he’s meeting his father all over again, Willam is almost a stranger in Spencer’s eyes Diana didn’t talk about Willam when he left and Spencer is trusting his instincts which says Willam did some shady shit. After the case is solved Wilma is never seen again he’s only brought up I think three times twice by Diana and once by Spencer “there are plenty of ways sons rebel against their fathers.”

“I just keep getting PHDS.” ☺️ so that entire part of Spencer’s life is just never brought up again, there’s no conversation between Willam and Spencer where Spencer gets to finally ask why did he leave them? Why did he leave Spencer with Diana who was clearly not able to take care of herself much less a child. He kinda did it in Memoriam but it didn’t feel like Spencer got closure to me he never got to have a actual conversation with his father which didn’t involve murder which honestly could circle back to them not having a close relationship when Spencer was a child so he wouldn’t even know what to say to Willam so Willam is just never seen again.

Circling back to the Spencer getting drugged storyline which is famously known for being dropped one episode after it happened then it was only brought up twice in the spam of 13 seasons. Now word on the internet is that Mathew was uncomfortable with the storyline which he had every right to but the fact that while it was happening while Spencer was struggling Hotch and Gideon were just like he’s fine! He’ll be fine! They act like they have microphones chipped to themselves so if they even uttered a word to Spencer even after work because I get it drugs and government work don’t mix Staruss would come bursting through the office.

Which by the way they freely talked about HER alcohol addiction and they tried to help HER. Yes dilaudid and alchool are two completely different things but she was section chief. If the Director found out she would be fired immediately so of course Hotch helps her even after she tried to get him fired (?????) multiple times (????) and Rossi had a thing for her I think??? So why help her but not Spencer who already feels like he’s all alone. Also his addiction wasn’t his choice, Spencer was tied to a chair and injected with dilaudid oh and he was tortured for two days but Hotch and Gideon just decided to never talk about it.

The next major event is well… Maeve now up to this point Spencer is starting to get migraines and he is starting to worry (well more then usual) that he’s starting to display signs of schizophrenia so he goes to see several doctors and none of them really have a answer until Maeve. Maeve who is getting stalked so she’s afraid to even leave her house so she and Spencer only communicate via pay phone for months and because nothing in Spencer’s life can be normal they start to fall in love, and while I find this INCREDIBLY romantic because he thinks she’s the most beautiful woman AND HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE!!

Maeve was and this is the hill I will die on, his soulmate. Maeve understood Spencer in a way that no one else did, not only did she listen to his ramblings but she also supported his interests and they even shared mutual interests which for Spencer was like a breath of fresh air because he has no one he can talk to about his interests. Sure he has Emily and Penelope but for some reason the show has a running “joke” (it’s not a joke it was never funny) where every time Spencer starts rambling the team just is like UGHHH 🙄 and they tease him about it like ??? So yeah none of that with Maeve, thankfully.

After her death Spencer is obviously struggling with it and the team stops by to help clean up his place. After that he brings a picture of her to Penelope’s Halloween party where they are honouring those who died. After that she’s never brought up again until the finale besides Cat but only to further torment Spencer. This women would and could have been Spencer’s wife and the mother of his children but in typical Criminal Minds fashion Spencer isn’t allowed happiness in any capacity.

Now I’m not going to bring up every time Spencer was held captive and then the next episode he’s at work acting like everything is fine because that would make this even longer then it is but as a whole that’s also on the list.

Now Cat, who honestly could have been my favourite UnSub if it wasn’t for the whole Mexico situation including kidnapping Diana, lying to Spencer and trying to sabotage his relationship. They have a whole cat(hehe) and moose situation about who can outsmart the other. Spencer is the only one to ever outsmart her so obviously she craves payback, she’s board everyone up until this point has been too easy for her. Finally a worthy opponent and Cat will do whatever it takes to get back at Spencer. Spencer who has equally not been properly challenged, intelligently anyways. Again if it wasn’t for the assault, the stress of not knowing if his mom is alive or not and not knowing if his girlfriends family is alive or not he might have actually had a good time because Spencer does his best work under pressure so he would love the challenge under different circumstances.

Now the one of the most tragic and traumatic moments in Spencer’s life: the prison arc! I have so much to say about the aftermath of Spencer in prison and how it affected him mentally.The fact that other then one moment with Luke no one asks how he’s doing or feeling? How it feels to get back to his normal life again? To sleep in his bed and not have bars in his room? To eat whatever and whenever he wants, to essentially have his freedom back again after having it taken away FOR SOMETHING HE DIDN’T EVEN DO! Yeah his time in prison changed him. Not only does he look more depressed but he’s stated behaving differently and by differently I mean more violently.

Up until this moment Spencer is in out eyes a pure bloorb who has only killed when he has had to and that’s been very rare. He’s never threatened anyone even when his life was at stake but the minute Scrach went after Emily it was different “the second I see his face I am going to kill him.” -from Wheels Up. “After what he did to you, if I had found him I would have killed him, and…… I would have slept well.” -To a Better Place. Also the time he “went a little Cell. Block D” on a guy who touched Tara. Plus his little violent outbursts where he threw a book against a wall when he deducted something in 60 minutes “in what should have taken 60 seconds.” Of course when went completely ape shit after talking to Cat (understandably so.)

His marksmanship also improved, before he was barely passing his gun qualifications but after prison he got a perfect score. It could have been years of being in the BAU that he just progressively got better or it could be all the time he spent at the shooting range after Emily “died” OR it could be him no longer being scared of taking someone’s life after seeing what he did in prison. Before he only shot someone because he had too and afterwards I’m sure he still felt bad but prison destroyed that part of him. Now I’m not saying Spencer enjoys killing people but I think he has less remorse now knowing that it’s for the greater good and it’s either him or the UnSub.

Spencer Reid has gone through a lot and never got to experience a normal life, he truly deserves it and happiness. Thank you for coming to my super long TEDTalk

#criminal minds #spencer reid #this took longer than it should have

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