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nightmare academia puts me through the ringer EVERY TIME and i love it

♥ Summary: in a few chapters, it's gonna get worse!! for now tho... In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, case stuff ensues and you prepare for heartbreak. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: cops. cops being terrible, cops exploiting the system, and cops shaming a woman for being a sex worker. also, violence, implied violence, and past violence.

♥ A/N: holy shit, this chapter is Very Long

♥ Word Count: 4885

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In the weeks that followed, Spencer brought the BAU to you. Of course, not everyone could make it. Kate Callahan was off raising her children. Penelope Garcia was the target of several hitmen (whereas Frank was probably the target of a single hitman. Massive difference. Trust me.) And Derek Morgan remained at Quantico with Garcia- so you really weren’t sure what to expect. The agents you had the strongest feelings about were out of commission. The last time you’d met his team it did not uh, how would you put it? End well? So you were- justifiably- a touch guarded.

That changed. Eventually.

It started with Adam.

At that point in the investigation, local law enforcement had only shown your friend cruelty, distrust, and skepticism. Honestly? You were about to start biting people about it. (Yeah, maybe it would have gotten you arrested, but at that point, you did not care. At the very least, biting would make you feel productive.) You were well and truly prepared for Spencer’s law enforcement team to behave in a similar manner to the local cops- and to be honest, you probably should have been. Most Feds would carry that same suspicion and distrust, and if they didn’t they were probably faking it to try and get a confession.

The BAU, however, are not most Feds. For several reasons. Either way, you were well and truly prepared to maul the next person who treated your friend like garbage, fed or otherwise. There was never a need.

The BAU showed Adam basic decency. They didn’t talk down to him or dismiss him as a demeaning stereotype- and yes, that was the barest of bare minimum, but it was still something. While they regarded him with mild suspicion for the first like, two minutes, it only took the team that same two minutes to come to the conclusion that Adam was innocent. After that, the BAU was just as dedicated to clearing Adam’s name as you were.

“Adam had an incredibly emotional response when we mentioned Frank,” Hotchner explained to the local detectives, “He’s genuinely devastated by what happened. He couldn’t have done this. Even if he did attack Frank, it wouldn’t have been a clinical hit.”

“Emotions tend to make things messy- we would have seen something much more personal, with more violence and more remorse,” Rossi added.

The detectives did not listen. The detectives did not care.

“I’d say a gunshot wound is pretty messy,” one laughed.

“Yeah,” another jumped in, “Try telling the vic’ that things aren’t messy.”

You bit your tongue to keep from screaming, but you didn’t stay entirely silent. If the detectives weren’t going to give a shit on their own, then you were going to make them.

“Have you actually?” you asked, crossing your arms, “Have you spoken to the victim?”

“Eh, someone else got around to it,” the first detective asked, looking at his partner with the special kind of uncertainty that came with getting called out.

“Did you read the report, then?”

“Well, I’m on the case, aren’t I?”

“Answer the question, detective.”

In the telling silence that followed, Rossi had to turn away to hide his (failed) attempt to suppress a grin. Hotchner looked proud, despite not knowing you very well. Spencer looked like he might grab you by the waist and kiss you until you were out of breath. He didn’t, though, for lots of reasons- his boss was there, he hadn’t asked you if you’d like to be kissed, there was more serious stuff to focus on, and like… you already looked fucking pissed.

The detectives just looked embarrassed.

“I- uh. I’ve skimmed it,” the first detective stuttered out.

“Yeah, cool, not good enough,” you nabbed the case file from a nearby desk and pressed it into the officer’s hands, “Consider reading the report. You’ll find that the victim disagrees with you.”

Both detectives stared at the file as if they were seeing it for the first time- as if they were seeing a file for the first time. You sighed.

“Detective, if I may ask, how much overtime have you put in on this case?” the man in front of you blanched at your question. You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so fucking angry, “Cool. I thought so.”

“Ough,” Rossi winced with faux sympathy, “Overtime? And you haven’t even read the case file?”

“Hey, we’ve been very busy these last few weeks!”

The second officer nodded, “Just last week, we had five break-ins in the downtown area.”

“Alright, I’ll accept that,” you turned to leave before doubling back, “But before I go, I need to ask- do you care about the wellbeing of the break-in vics the way you care about this case? Do you care about all victims so dearly? Or do you treasure their testimony the way you “treasure” the testimony in this case?”

“What? What are you saying, what do you-”

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and assume it’s the latter.”

“What? Okay, what the hell do you know about police work-!”

“They’re an expert criminologist,” Spencer said, seething slightly.

“Dr. Reid is right. I know a thing or two about crime- and if I’m just gonna put it this way. I’ve seen the data. I’ve heard testimony from victims and offenders. I know the local and nationwide statistics for unreported crimes. You’re concerned about the victim hearing that his case isn’t messy? Look me in the eye and tell me that you’ve never told a victim that their situation- their serious situation- was a waste of police time.”

The officers couldn’t look at your face, much less your eyes. You had done what you needed to do.

“You wanna solve crimes? You wanna be the hero? Then take a goddamned ethics class, read your fucking case files, care for your community, and do your fucking job.”

The detectives tried in vain to defend themselves. They were unsuccessful- especially in the face of the three FBI agents that immediately backed you up.

“Dr. (L/N) is right. The number of unreported crimes will astound you,” Rossi said, smirking like the little shit that we all know he is.

“This is especially prevalent with sexual assault cases, theft and scams, and other crimes where the victim may feel a sense of embarrassment- or crimes where the victim feels like their case won’t be taken seriously,” Spencer added in a very Spencer-like way.

“And everything you need to know about this crime is in the file. If you’d read it, you’d know that the victim is very insistent that your guy didn’t do it, and one could say that, oh, I don’t know, he’s a strong eyewitness. He is the victim and all,” Rossi continued, getting their asses.

They struggled to respond, “Well- I- We-”

“And even if you discount the eyewitness testimony, there’s still the matter of alibis and ballistics. Security cameras have placed Adam away from the community center at the time of the shooting. The ballistics aren’t a match to any weapon that Adam has ever come into contact with. Even if they were a match, he hasn’t handled a weapon since his release from prison as a condition of his parole. But if you had checked the file, you’d know that,” Hotch added, also smirking like a little shit, but with a slight edge to it- that edge, kids, is called “pissed off authority figure.”

“Hey, it-”

“It just sounds like poor police work to me,” Spencer had the biggest smirk of all- the smirk of a little shit who’s proud of his team and of his hot co-professor, “Had you actually done any of your research, you would realize that the suspect you have in custody is being held on police bias and circumstantial evidence. Any good lawyer can get this case thrown out, and then where will you be?”

His smirk turned to a full grin when you shot him a small smile of your own.

The detectives continued to sputter out responses. For once, the second one spoke, “Now, we may not be fancy FBI agents, but this precinct has a solid track record of convictions-”

“Were those convictions based on circumstance and bias?” Neither detective answered Spencer’s question. He continued, “Even if this precinct had a perfect track record, that wouldn’t make it invulnerable to mistakes- and even if it did, you would still have the responsibility of approaching each case like professionals to ensure the wellbeing of victims, suspects, and families.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” you slid forward, putting a hand on Spencer’s arm, “Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to go speak with the victim. His name is Frank, by the way.”

And just like that, you pulled Dr. Spencer Reid away- and he did not resist in the slightest. In fact, he held the door open for you as you exited the precinct. Rossi was pretty sure he saw the kid get behind the wheel.

As the detectives scurried away with their tails between their legs, the older agent let out a long whistle.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say that our young Dr. Reid is officially smitten.”

“He was smitten the last time we were here,” Hotch said, pulling another copy of the case file from seemingly nowhere- one of his many unit chief powers.

“Yeah, yeah, but this time it’s bad. Garcia’s gonna be mad that she didn’t get to see it.”

Hotch nodded, solemnly.

“Y’know, I think the three of them combined could probably take down the whole FBI.”

“You’re right,” Hotch snapped the file closed with a tiny little proud-dad-type smile, “We’re awfully lucky that they’re focused on something else at the moment.”

Missy got your guard to drop further.

Initially, she was hesitant to have the Feds drop in on Frank’s case- you both were. You were used to local law enforcement treating her like shit. You didn’t stand for it- every time a cop or lawyer so much as dared to look at her wrong, you bared your teeth like a damn dog and threatened to bite where it would hurt. Y’know. Lawsuits. Missy wasn’t exactly a pushover, either. She was one of the strongest people you knew, and you were well aware that she could hold her own. If Missy wanted to be scary, she could be fucking terrifying.

Still, it was a little exhausting to fight all these battles against people in positions of authority who were so convinced that their series of events was correct, and anyone who went against it was nothing more than a lying ex-con. Having the BAU in your pockets certainly helped with that.

“I already told you what happened. I’ll tell you a thousand more times if I have to, but the story isn’t going to change,” Missy groaned, voice muffled as she buried her face in her hands.

“Okay, then. We’ll go over your testimony again. A few more times, if you don’t mind,” One of the local detectives smirked, ignoring the death glare you sent her way.

“Fine. Frank was walking me to the community center. I was taking a class on resume writing. It was cloudy, not raining, but cold. We came around the side of the building when a man in a leather jacket walked around the corner.”

“And what did this man do?”

“He- he shot Frank. He tried to kill my-” she took a shaky breath. You put a hand on her arm, aiming for gentle comfort and reassurance. Missy nodded, letting you know you’d hit your target.

“Did you see his face?” The officer continued.

“No. He was wearing one of those bike helmets that block off the person’s eyes- but I swear, it wasn’t Adam. This guy was too bulky. Adam’s made of wires, he needs to eat more.”

“You seem to have a lot of affection for Adam,” the detective leaned forward, “Now, we know you’ve claimed to be in a relationship with Frank- but could you describe your relationship with Adam for us?”

“I already said it! I took a couple classes with him! He’s a friend, that’s all.”

“Mhmm. That’s all. And in your previous line of work- the one that earned you a prison sentence of twelve months and a little over minimum wage- you had a lot of ‘friends,’ yes?”

“Excuse me?” your fingers bit into the table that separated you from the cop. You had half a mind to jump over the thing and throttle the smug detective sitting before you.

“What?” Missy growled, “You think just because I used to hook I fuck all my friends now? I’ve taken a few classes with Doc (L/N), I haven’t fucked them!”

You nodded in solemn agreement. The detective shrugged this off, ignoring everything that came out of Missy’s mouth. When she spoke again, her voice rang with the faux pity of someone who held themselves leagues above Missy.

“You know, I can see why you were looking at writing up a resume- your old line of work is so degrading. You know you’re never the same, afterwards. You can never wash off the shame. You’ll always be a little broken. A little-”

“Okay, that’s enough-” you stood up, slamming your hands down on the table.

“Hey, fuck you, man-” Missy leaned forward, “Don’t tell me what hooking did to me. You don’t know me. You don’t fucking know.”

“And now you’re lashing out. Poor thing-”

“Detective Foy. A word,” Tara Lewis, a newer BAU agent who you hadn’t really had the pleasure of meeting materialized in the doorway like a perfectly timed ghost, ready to right some wrongs and keep you from committing a murder. Her request for a word was perfectly intimidating, disclosing the not-so-secret secret that the request itself was not actually a request.

“I’m sorry, Agent, I’m in the middle of an interrogation-”

“It’s not an interrogation. You’re questioning a witness. Agent Jareau will handle things from here. Now, a word?”

You and Missy watched as the detective slunk out of the room with her tail between her legs. Moments later, JJ joined you, but she didn’t bother to start a line of questioning. Instead, the three of you watched in giddy silence as Tara Lewis destroyed Detective Foy where she stood. You couldn’t hear her through the glass, but you could vaguely read the words, “You are a police officer meant to serve and protect the people in your community, and uphold the law. You should educate yourself on the law, and on what it means to serve and protect.” On her lips.

You could’ve been off on that translation, but either way, it was sick as fuck. By the time Tara was finished, you and Missy were barely holding back your laughter. You probably would’ve held it in if JJ hadn’t turned around with a pleased grin on her face.

“Ok, well, I’ve known Agent Lewis for about three minutes, and already I adore her,” you cackled.

“Oh, she’s excellent,” Missy said, eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Well, we certainly like her,” Jennifer grinned, clearly proud of her teammate and happy to see that someone outside the BAU had taken notice.

A few moments later, Tara re-entered the room with a tired sigh on her lips. It didn’t take her long to realize that you were all staring right at her.

“What? What is it?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, we just think, as a group,” you looked around like you were the leader of the world’s weirdest (and maybe coolest?) group project, “That you are, objectively, excellent.”

“Yep. Not bad for a Fed.”

Again, you nodded in agreement, “I concur.”

Tara raised an eyebrow, slightly confused, “Thank you?”

Missy gave Tara a thumbs up. You followed her lead. Not really knowing what else to do in this situation, and figuring there was no harm in joining the madness, Tara returned the thumbs up.

“Well, like we said, we’ll take over the questioning from here,” JJ took a seat as she spoke. Tara joined her at the table.

“So, after Frank was shot, did you see where the attacker went?”

“No. I was kind of focused on my partner bleeding on the ground.”

“That’s fair- but try to think back. Did you see anything in your peripheral vision? Did you hear anything?”

Missy paused for a moment, and when she spoke again, she still sounded lost in thought, “I heard a bike. It makes sense with the helmet- I think it might’ve been a Yamaha?”

“Wait, you can tell which brand a bike is by the sound?” you asked, not disbelieving Missy, but distracted by the new knowledge that a person could do such a thing.

“If you let me think about it, I could probably give you the make and model.”

“Holy shit, really?” your eyes were wide. Your expression betrayed just how bewildered and impressed you were by vehicle knowledge. It might’ve been basic knowledge, but fuck it, the author can’t drive.

“Oh, absolutely- different bikes make different sounds. Cars are similar,” Tara nodded her agreement.

“You can tell cars apart by their sounds!?”

“Yeah? Can’t you?” Missy turned to face you, slightly bemused.

“I can tell that they’re old? Or like, electric, I guess?”

“Okay, when this is all over, I’m giving you a lesson.”

“I’d like to get in on that,” Tara added.

“Excellent!” Missy smiled, “Now everyone shut up and let me think.”

The way the BAU treated Frank dragged your guard down further. They were gentle, but not dehumanizing or infantilizing. They just treated him like a human person, and you found that neat, and more importantly, Frank found that neat.

Also, the BAU laughed at Frank’s anecdotes and jokes. I will be fully honest. That was more of a relief to you, especially because a decent chunk of those anecdotes and jokes were about you murdering the shit out of Spencer Reid using nothing but your words.

It really started on that very first day, when you and Spencer had gone to visit Frank. He could see it from his hospital bed- Spencer’s hand on your shoulder, the way Spencer was very clearly trying to comfort you from some unknown upset, and that was it.

Frank said, “Wow. Those two have sure come a long way from Doc telling him to go die in a ditch.”

And JJ, who had been questioning him, choked on her coffee and wheezed out a, “What?”

And that was pretty much it. Frank explained that Spencer had pissed you off, you’d hit him with the “die in a ditch” thing, and he looked so sad that you literally forgave him the next day. (He left out the bit about the stabbing, because stabbing doesn’t just kill people, it kills moods.)

From then on, Frank was the premium source of gossip on you and Spencer. Of course, Missy got in on it, too.

When they told Rossi about the time you’d called Reid a “shit-licking asshole fed,” the agent laughed so hard that he literally couldn’t speak for a solid minute. Was he a big fan of the anti-fed talk? Not particularly. But you had gone at it with such gusto, and with such anger, that he couldn’t help but cackle.

You knew none of this, but you knew that everyone involved seemed happier after the BAU took the case. That was good enough for you.

Your guard fell because of Spencer.

Wasn’t that always the way this was going to go?

While the BAU took care of your friends, Spencer took care of you. He made sure you got home safe. He kept you in the loop about everything case-relevant. He made sure you remembered to eat, which was kind of hypocritical of him, but oh well. He offered to drive you to and from the hospital, which was a fun kind of hell, because the man obeyed every traffic law ever made, but you got to bully him for it, so it all evened out in the end. He distracted you from the nightmare you were living through by offering fun facts. He made the nightmare better just by being him.

And he was the one to get Adam out.

He didn’t announce this victory to you. He just showed up one day, at the hospital, following behind Adam as the newly freed man burst into Frank’s room.

“Frank! Hey, are you good man? I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner, I would’ve been, but you know how it is with cops.”

“Shit, dude,” Frank beamed, “All things considered, I’m not too bad.”

“Holy shit, Adam?” you let out a hospital-appropriate screech.

“Oh my god,” Missy stood from her place at Frank’s bedside to give him a hug. For a moment, she held him so tightly that it looked like Adam legitimately couldn’t breathe.

The moment she saw Spencer lingering in the background, she switched from one wire-shaped man to the next. Spencer hugged her back politely, and then, in an instant, she was onto you.

“You sons of bitches did it! You actually did it!”

“Did we?” you asked Spencer, lowering your voice as Missy, Frank, and Adam enjoyed their reunion.

“We did,” Spencer confirmed, stepping closer to you until you were side to side, whispering to each other to avoid disturbing your friends, “We found bank statements proving that this was a targeted hit, unrelated to Adam. We’ve only been able to find the unsub’s side so far, but it won’t take us long to find whoever contracted him.”

“Shit- that’s both really good and mildly fucking terrifying.”

“I know,” Spencer answered almost too quickly, but he covered it up just as fast, “But it means that Adam is a free man. It’s almost over, (Y/N).”

You let out a small exhale, trying to maintain some semblance of calm, “Almost. Thank you, Spence. For all of this, for everything-”

“You don’t need to thank me. It wasn’t just the new evidence.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, there was this local criminology professor, maybe you’ve heard of them. They were incredibly insistent that law enforcement look deeper into the case, and because of them, the conviction vanished.”

A smile slipped onto your face as you turned to face him, “Was that a joke, Spence? You’re doing ha-ha funny jokes now?”

“I’m saying you did a good thing, here, (Y/N). Look,” he nodded towards the hospital bed, where your friends were talking, beaming, clinging to each other’s hands like they’d been shot, traumatized, and separated for months- which was an accurate summary, actually.

At your side, you let your hand slip into Spencer’s, weaving your fingers between his slender ones. You felt his grip tighten, his palm pressed tightly to yours. His hands were warm.

“We did a good thing,” you whispered.

You pulled him closer by the hand. You weren’t harsh or forceful, but Spencer still stumbled into you with what can only be described as a somewhat lovestruck grin on his face.

And then his phone rang.

You watched his face fall as he answered it. His fingers drifted away from yours. You could almost hear Hotchner’s voice on the other end. The call only lasted a few moments, but it changed everything. The air in the room grew heavy. The room fell silent.

“We found the unsub. My team is confronting him now, I-” he paused.

“They want you to go with them.”

“I have to.”

A shaky breath escaped your lungs, and you were kinda pissed at it- how dare that shaky breath reveal how you actually felt? How dare it break free from your body, alerting Spencer that your world had just spun out sideways for the millionth time that week.

You were gonna square up with that fucking breath.

But first, without saying another word, you nodded towards the door. Spencer nodded back. Like that, he was gone. You watched him go. You stared at the empty doorway after he’d left. The room remained silent.

I mean, it did until it didn’t- your friends couldn’t watch that and say nothing. I don’t think anybody could.

“Holy shit, you’re just gonna let him leave without saying goodbye?” Adam asked, looking between you and the door so quickly that you were almost surprised that his head didn’t fly off.

“He’s down bad,” Frank whispered, nodding in agreement, “Go get him.”

“I- he’s gonna be back in five minutes,” you tried to reason. It didn’t work.

“He could be back never! He might die!” Missy ran forward, gripping your shoulders.

“He’s got a bulletproof vest-”

“THERE IS SO MUCH THOSE THINGS DON’T COVER!!” Missy progressed to shaking you, slightly, “Go get him! Hurry, before it’s too late!”

“I really don’t know what you want me to say here.”

“Tell him you’re also down bad!” Frank exclaimed, no longer whispering.

“Down bad-? What the fuck does that even mean,” you said, your voice growing quieter and quieter as you left the room and headed down the hallway.

“... Y’know, they taught me what ‘down bad’ means.”

“Same.”

As your friends continued to discuss, you were already halfway down the hallway, walking as fast as you could given the hospital setting. Spencer was nowhere to be seen and you really didn’t have time to look. You really had one choice. The elevators.

You reached them just in time to watch that lanky noodle motherfucker step inside.

Giving up on decorum, you raced through the hospital corridor, yelling out apologies at every human person you passed- fortunately there weren’t too many, so it wasn’t like you caused a massive disturbance. Most people just thought you were having your rom-com finale moment. Maybe some part of you was trying to, but honestly, you weren’t really thinking about it. You were mostly just thinking, “Shit, shit, shit, I have to get in that elevator.”

And you did! You made it! You stumbled through the doors and came to a stop in the middle of that tiny box. Spencer reached out to steady you, his expression letting you in on his amused confusion. You smiled up at him, trying not to pant- and then you came to a realization.

You had no fucking clue what the hell you were going to say.

To be fair, what the fuck is a person supposed to say in that situation? “Heyyyy, my friends think I’m in love with you, so now I’m here, wanna talk about that before you head into a dangerous situation involving a hitman and many guns?”

Or perhaps, “Hey! You’re a good person even though I keep insisting you aren’t one, so I want you to know that you’re a good person before I send you off to get murdered!”

Or maybe, “You’re hot, I’m hot, wanna spend the next thirty seconds doing terrible things to this elevator that will get us forcibly removed from this hospital?”

Or even, “Hi, you just did a really nice thing for my friends, and I really appreciate it, and even though I don’t express it, I do care about you a lot, so maybe don’t die in the next few hours. For me. Please.”

In the end, you just settled for, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Spencer replied, not taking his hands from your shoulders even though you were more than steady, “Is everything okay?”

“Okay? Yeah, yeah, everything is, um. Everything’s fine. I just-” you froze again, because seriously, what the fuck could you say right then and there? What could you say that would let him know everything you wanted him to know?

“Are you sure?” he looked at you, held you with such delicate concern. You kind of wanted to partake in elevator ruining activities with Spencer until the two of you got kicked out of the hospital together.

“Yeah- yeah! Everything’s- I’m okay, it’s just,” you raised your hand, letting it hover between the two of you for a moment before you placed it over one of his, “Come out of this alive. Make sure everyone else does, too, but… come out of this okay, okay?”

Spencer hesitated. And then he wrapped his hand around yours and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles ever so briefly.

“I will. I promise.”

The elevator bell dinged. You’d reached the parking lot. Spencer let go of your hand with a different kind of hesitation.

“I’ll see you soon,” he offered, “Okay?”

“Okay.”

Spencer disappeared into the parking lot, dashing out of sight and into danger. You stood there, watching until the elevator doors slid shut and that infernal box pulled you back up again. The humming metal lights above and the clanking metal around you harmonized into the perfect soundscape for your empty mind.

Spencer was heading into danger, as he always did. You were returning to serve your community, as you always did. Spencer might not come back, and you would always remain, and you realized that when the case was over, he would go back to Quantico with the BAU, and you probably wouldn’t see him ever again.

And it broke your heart a little bit. Maybe more than a little bit. A little bit, perhaps.

You were a long way from, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, go die,” indeed.

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Sex With Spencer Reid All Seasons (Season 10)

If you are under the age of 18, please do not read this story. Thank you.

This will cover what I believe sex would be like with Spencer Reid from season 1 to 15. Warning contains adult situations, Sex. Dirty talk, Orgasms, Crying, Spoilers for all seasons and Spencer Reid being a sex God.

Also includes fingering and oral sex. (Female receiving only.)

These are a little bit longer than I anticipated them to be because I wanted to give a back story as to why the sex is the way that it is for each season. To give it in depth feeling of why Spencer was the way that he was in bed that season. So I will be posting them by each season rather than all at once. I hope this gives you something to look forward to, and please leave comments, I will be leaving links to the next season below.

You are a new agent at the BAU and Spencer Reid's girlfriend, the one who takes his virginity and has sex with him for all 15 seasons and beyond.

Spencer Reid knew the first time he saw you walk through the doors of the BAU that you were the one that he was going to love forever. The first time you smiled, he knew it was the only smile that he ever wanted to wake up to. The first time he touched your hand, he knew yours was the only hand he ever wanted to hold. The first time he kissed you, he knew your lips were the only ones that he ever wanted to have pressed against his own. and the first time he made love to you, he knew you were the only one he ever wanted to do this with, and he also knew he would never be the same you or his life now, his love and his only desire.

season 10

After being married for a year, everyone told you that the sex would slow down. how something about putting a ring on your finger seemed to kill the male libido apparently. But not for Spencer Reid.

If anything he is even more in love with you. He can't keep his hands off of you and sometimes even has to take you into a bathroom at the police station or wherever he happens to be at the time.

Like today, you just met new agent Kate Callahan. She's originally from Sex Crimes, but you know that she will be an amazing agent at the BAU. After the whole team meets her hotch tells them that she is the new agent of the team. Everyone is happy and welcomes her. However Spencer has other things on his mind.

You catch Spencer in the corner of your eye as you were still talking to Penelope. You see him taking his finger and Asking you to come over by him subtly enough that no one else will notice it, but you do.

You finished talking to Penelope and then you walk over to Spencer. "What's up baby?" You ask him. He takes you by the hand and takes you out into the hallway.

He gently pushes you up against the wall and starts kissing you before pulling his lips away and whispering in your ear. "I have to have you. I can't. I can't wait any longer".

He said before kissing you on the lips again. "The bathroom. We can go into the bathroom. Nobody will suspect anything. There's still busy talking to Kate. We can get away with it". Spencer tells you as he is kissing your neck.

You tell him "we can't do it in the bathroom. Not with everybody right here. What if Kate or Penelope needs to go to the bathroom?"

"Oh you're right. OK well, how about in that empty office down there? Nobody ever goes into that room", He suggests before kissing you on the lips again.

At this point you're sure that you're going to have to go into your go bag and get another pair of underwear, for he has you absolutely saturated. So you agreed to go have sex in the spare office.

You and Spencer rushed into the office and slammed the door shut accidentally. You were trying to be quiet, but you're both so excited for what's about to happen. The door slid out of your hand. No one noticed.

Spencer was pawing at you like a crazy man, practically ripping your pants right off of you. He then undid his own before unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off and taking off your shirt.

he laid you down on the empty desk and pushed right inside. There was absolutely no resistance as you were practically a waterfall for this man.

Spencer thrusted slowly, something that you weren't really expecting since he was so turned on, So turned on that you had to have sex in a spare office with the members of the BAU just down the hall.

You can't say it wasn't fun though, having Spencer inside of you, moving slowly, kissing your lips, neck, rubbing his hands up and down your hips, whispering in your ear how much he loves you and how happy he is with you.

it was also a lot of fun, since it was so dangerous that you could get caught at any second. Had he sparked a new adventurous side in you now?

Your orgasm hit you so hard and so suddenly you clenched around Spencer, causing him to moan into a kiss.

While your moans were beginning to get rather loud, to the point where Spencer had to put his hand over your mouth and tell you "shush baby, you don't want everybody to know what we're doing and here do you?"

At this point you kind of wish that somebody would hear it especially Derek Morgan, since he's still riffing Spencer about how there's no way that he could satisfy you.

After all you were pretty loud that day on the jet, just so that Ashley Seaver could hear it. And you know Morgan heard at that day.

After you both orgasmed wildly you ask Spencer "now what am I supposed to do to clean up? Do we have anything in here? I didn't bring anything with me".

"Oh yeah honey I have something to help clean you up. Don't worry I got you covered" he said, before getting down on his knees and licking you clean. An action that caused you to orgasm once more and making Spencer chuckle, knowing that he could get another one out of you.

After Spencer had licked you clean, you both got redressed and went back into the office where the team was still talking to Kate. No one seemed to notice that you were missing.

You both sat down so as to make it look like you had been there the whole time. Despite the fact that Spencer had just given you two mind blowing orgasms, he kept staring at you as though he couldn't wait to give you a third.

Something that you would gratefully and warfully welcome.

Spencer reached over and took your hand in his, both of you hoping that you wouldn't have a case. Of course you did. Someone was taking legs off of dead bodies and selling them.

It was as if the air had been taken out of both you and Spencer. You just wanted to go home and enjoy each other again. But knowing Spencer Reid you knew that he would take care of you in that bathroom in the jet.

And he did. You and Spencer sat in the back of the jet while everybody else was sitting together. He put his hand down your pants and rubbed you sweetly it felt so good, but you still wished you could have more.

Spencer took care of you that night, as he always does when you went back to your hotel room. He made love to you like only Spencer Reid could.

After the case was over, Spencer and you went back home. He was on you immediately, kicking the door shut as his lips were attached to yours.

Then he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your shared bedroom. Before taking both of your clothes off and lying you down on the bed softly and climbing on top of you.

"i know how badly you need this y/n, let me take care of you?" he whispered in your ear.

"yes" you moaned.

He slid down your body and attached his lips to your clit, causing you to moan with pleasure instantly as he touched you.

After he gave you two orgasms just by his mouth and fingers. He slid back up your body kissing the whole way up before looking in your eyes and asking. "Are you ready for me baby?"

You shook your head yes and kissed him as he slid inside of you with the greatest of ease as he always did.

both of you moaning and kissing, You were both in heaven, no longer having to try to stay quiet because the team might hear you.

After your third and 4th orgasm, the first and second for Spencer. You were completely exhausted. You know that Spencer had to have been too, but that didn't stop him from getting up out of bed and grabbing a towel to clean you off. Walking from the bed into the bathroom while still being naked was a sight that you thoroughly enjoyed.

Spencer cleans you off before picking you up and bringing you into the bathroom. "You don't want to get a UTI sweetie", he told you before kissing you.

He took a blanket wrapped around your still naked body. He didn't want to parade you around the bedroom still nude like he was himself. Not that anyone was going to see you besides Spencer anyway, but still, he was concerned for you and wanted to keep you covered.

He sat you down on the side of the tub and told you go "ahead and pee my love, I'll wait outside for you". And he did. When you opened up the bathroom door there he was standing still naked.

Spencer picked you back up and carried you back to bed. You thought for sure seeing him standing there with his beautiful naked body was going to give you your fifth orgasm of the night.

But no it was Spencer Reid's perfect beautiful penis that did that. You have no idea where he found the energy to go for another round, but you're glad that he did. After another trip to the bathroom, Spencer brought you back into bed for cuddles.

"we should get some sleep" He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Yes we should" you told him, before laying your head on his beautiful chest and falling asleep almost instantly. You were so happy to be Spencer Reid's wife.

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radiant-reid · 1 year

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Familiar

Spence and reader claim to hate each other but he secretly buys and sprays readers perfume on his pillow because it’s the only way he can get to sleep after meeting her. Reader sees her perfume in his satchel or suitcase when they unexpectedly have to share a hotel room for a case and maybe a confession or just good ole “hate sex”

Summary: Spencer’s secret way to sleep is revealed in a moment of upset

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (angst then fluff)

Content Warning: nothing

Word Count: 1.2k

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Spencer Reid is an arrogant ass. That's the first thing Y/n had learned about him when he couldn't even be bothered to get to the office in time for her introduction. It might have been petty but it was one of the most excitement filled days of her life, and she thought the team would share her joy like they had done for Kate Callahan, her mentor.

With Tara, Y/n joined the team after JJ went on maternity leave and Kate quit to have time with her baby.

Hotch took a quick liking to her, but he was pretty easy to win over with a few compliments about the art in his office done by his son and neat handwriting on her reports- something Spencer didn't have. Rossi, too, was easy, impressed by the brilliant new agents wit and observation. Tara and Y/n became fast friends, joining the team at the same time, and being the only women in the field with the team. Penelope loves everyone, and although she misses JJ and Kate, she's gotten much better at letting people in, especially after Y/n complimented her mermaid pen. Morgan took to flirting with her fast than he did anyone else, and he enjoyed her flirting back.

But Spencer... they just didn't click. A bad first impression led to some miscommunications and they were quickly enemies. He didn't do as well as she did at keeping things civil, and had been called out on his behavior by their unit chief more than once.

His mean streak is showing on a case in Massachuttes. Whether it's how cold it was or the complexity of the case, something has him tightly wound.

"We think the unsub's ritualistic behavior is because-"

Spencer cuts her off before she can continue explaining part of the profile to the local police department. "Agent L/n is wrong. It's too early to speculate on the unique signature."

He doesn't even look as she shoots him a glare, or Hotch's that matches her's in terms of anger.

Unsurprisingly, Hotch discretly drags them both into the conference room they're using, sending Tara back to the ME with some follow-up questions, and Rossi and Morgan to get dinner.

"This needs to stop." Hotch tells them sternly. Y/n wants to die hearing his authoritative tone. It's worse than being in the Principal's office. "There's no room on this team for whatever problem you two have with each other. We need to be able to function effectively as a unit."

She sinks further down in her chair, knowing that the team worked perfectly without her. It's not an easy connection to make that she's the expendable one. They'll be able to find another ambitious, young women wanting to advance her career.

"Sorry, sir." She says, biting her bottom lip in shame.

Hotch isn't as mad at her as he is at Spencer, and it shows in the slightly softened look he sends her way before looking back at Spencer. "Reid, I will not have you interrupting another agent like that. Is that clear?"

"She wasn't even paying attention when we were writing the preliminary profile with Morgan." He claims. She's guessing it's in reference to the inside jokes he wasn't included in. He looked annoyed about it then but his eyes bore into her with fury.

She wants to call bullshit on his accusation and hope it helps the churning feeling in her stomach, but she doesn't get a chance before Hotch snaps at him "Get it together, or you can go back to the hotel."

Although she wants to, Y/n refrains from laughing when she guesses Jack gets a similar- but much softer- punishment, probably having to pick between fixing his attitude or going to his room when he misbehaves.

Spencer doesn't look regretful, but he shuts his mouth and listens to Hotch's next instruction. "L/n, we're going to the dump site, I think we missed something. Reid, look through the video sent to the police of the first murder. Try and focus on the location."

She's grateful Hotch decided to split them up, but it's still a little awkward to be going with him after getting in trouble. She doesn't look at Spencer as she leaves, following her boss to the car.

"He was wrong for interrupting you," Hotch tells her when they're in the SUV.

She shakes her head. "I get it. I'm new on the team. My opinions don't have as much weight."

"They do to me." He assures her. "And everyone else."

That's all he says on the topic, and she's not about to gossip to her unit chief about how much she hates her colleague so the conversation ends, and they go about collecting information to catch the unsub.

Hotch tells her to call Penelope for some more information about the town's history. It's what Penelope says after giving her the information that raises her eyebrows. "How's my boy?"

"Morgan?" Y/n clarifies.

"Reid." Penelope corrects.

She's too mad at Spencer not to take the opportunity to complain about him. "An asshole. He cut me off while we were giving the profile."

She sighs, tapping the end of her pen against the desk. "I can't... he's had some bad things happen." Penelope starts, trying to be careful not to tell her too much of Spencer's secret. "And today's the anniversary of one of them."

Y/n isn't a monster, of course she feels bad for him. She hasn't looked at any of the team's files, knowing they're more than their worst moments.

"I'm not making excuses." Penelope assures her. "He just- it's not an easy day."

"Thanks for telling me." Y/n says. "And I won't tell him you said anything."

"Thank you, girl wonder. Now go catch that bad guy!" She's back to her cheery tone with her farewell, and it comforts Y/n.

After an ultimately uneventful takedown, they're going to the hotel after a long few days, and Y/n finally feels like she can put the whole day behind her. When Hotch hands out room keys, she realizes there's another problem. A problem that she really doesn't want to face at 11pm: she and Spencer are roommates.

He looks more annoyed about it than she feels, which only helps in making her feel more annoyed. It's an endless cycle.

In his first non-asshole move of the day, Spencer holds the door open for her, letting her into the room first. She groans when there's only one bed, although it's what she expected.

"Don't want to share with me, L/n?" Spencer asks, sounding unbothered.

His teasing tone catches her off guard. She supposes it's the lack of sleep that's making him delirious. "No, I'm okay." She squeaks. "You can shower first."

He heads to the bathroom after taking some shorts and a shirt out of his bag, leaving it sitting on the chair. She finally relaxes a little when the water turns on, scrolling through her phone to catch up on everything she missed.

Spencer's phone starts buzzing in his bag. She's torn between going through his stuff to get it and leaving it alone. Curiosity- which she would disguise as concern if asked- gets the better of her and she rummages through his stuff to find it.

The phone stops ringing by the time she pulls it out, only a number appearing on the screen with missed call. What she touches next to the phone is a perfume bottle. More correctly, it's her perfume. Not her bottle, but an identical replica.

Her mind searches for an answer about why he would have that, and she comes up with nothing. Surely he didn't get it because she has it... did he?

She's too wrapped up in what she's seeing to have noticed the water turn off and Spencer walk back into the room. She almost drops the bottle when he clears his throat.

"Sorry- sorry, I didn't mean to go through your stuff." She quickly apologizes in a panic, putting it back in the bag and handing him his phone. "It was, uh, buzzing."

"Thanks." He says, not even bothering to look at the number. He knows who it is. She can't even look at him, wanting to run away, but his tone tells her that he's not angry at her. "You saw it, huh?"

She looks up at him when she's back sitting on her side of the bed, a safe distance away from him. "I swear I wasn't snooping." She assures him.

"Otherwise, you might be weirded out that I have a bottle of your perfume." He says lightheartedly.

"Can I ask why?" She asks, although she's unsure if it's a question she wants to be answered.

Spencer sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed, close enough that her breath hitches. "You were wearing this the first time I met you."

"I know that." She cuts in to remind him. "I wear it every day. It's my perfume. I want to know why you have it. Is it something creepy?"

"Depends on what you consider creepy." He jokes again, cringing at himself. He's never good in awkward situations, especially when it's her that he's talking to. "I have it because it's the only way I can sleep."

Y/n frowns, still struggling to put it together. "You can only sleep if you can smell my perfume?"

"Basically." He answers unhelpfully.

She shakes her head. "No. No, that's not right. You don't like me. Why would you need your bedroom to smell like me?"

"You remind me of someone. A scary amount." He tells her.

She laughs humorlessly. "Someone you hate?"

His expected affirmative answer doesn't come. "Someone I love."

He's making her heart do weird things it's never done before, and she can't seem to breathe properly around him anymore. "That's... I don't get it."

Spencer takes a deep breath before he launches into his story, his eyes never leaving hers. "Maeve was killed three years ago today in front of me. She was kind of the first girlfriend I had." Y/n nods, prompting him to continue while she takes in the load of personal information she wasn't expecting to get from him. "She was witty, kind, and so intelligent. And all of that reminds me a lot of you."

Her heart skips a beat, and she's sure her mouth is wide open. "I'm so sorry." She says. "That's horrible."

"It was." He agrees. "And it taught me a lot. One of the things I'm still learning is to tell people they're important to me when I have a chance."

"Is that what you're doing?" She asks softly like she can't really believe it's true.

He nods. "I'm trying. Y/n L/n, you're incredibly important to me, and I'm sorry I've been acting like you aren't."

"I get it now." She assures him, moving forward so she's sitting next to him. "I mean, I wish you told me sooner, but I can live with the fact you didn't."

"Thank you," Spencer says. "And I'm sorry if I weirded you out by carrying around your perfume. You're just relaxing to be around. It’s olfactory-”

She cuts him off. “Spencer?” He stops talking, looking for her input. “Shut up.”

He gulps when she leans forward, an inch away from his lips but he easily closes the gap to kiss her when his brain catches up. Her lips taste like her perfume in a non chemically way. More because it’s a relaxing, familiar feeling, even though he’s never kissed her before. He cups her cheek to kiss her more firmly, making sure she was actually there.

“I really like you.” He tells her when he pulls back. “Romantically.”

She laughs lightly. “Yeah, I got that. What are we going to do about it?”

“When we’re back in DC, I could take you out.” He offers, although he says it with too much enthusiasm for it to be casual.

“I’d like that.” She agrees. “A lot.” Maybe Spencer isn’t arrogant after all. Maybe he’s closer to learning how to tell people they’re important than he thought he was.

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medusapelagia · 5 months

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Harringrove Movember Day 01: Facial Hair

written for @harringrovemovember

Rating: Teen and Up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Billy Hargrove WT: hospital, mention of injuries Words: 705

The day Billy finally leaves the intensive care no one is there waiting for him.

Not that he really thought that someone would have shown up after he killed half of the Hawkins’ population, but still, he would have liked to see someone different from doctors and nurses.

He sighs, it's fine, he is a big boy, he is not sad or disappointed.

"Are you happy to be finally free from tubes and breathing masks?" Owens asks while entering Billy's new room.

"Ecstatic."

The man sits on the side of his bed "What's wrong, kid?"

Billy lifts his sight, ready for a fight, but he can't find any trace of rage in the man's eyes, he really cares about his answer.

"I thought... I thought that maybe Max..."

"Oh, I see. That's actually my fault. I told everyone that I wasn't going to let anyone in until you said so." the doctor replies, putting a hand on your shoulder "Do you feel comfortable to see them?"

Billy knows that he is not exactly good looking: he lost weight and his body is covered in scars, so no, he is not comfortable with that, but he really needs to see a friendly face.

"There is someone who insisted on coming. They are in the waiting area, should I let them in?"

Billy is so close to begging that he doesn't trust his own voice and just nods to the old man.

"Ok, but if you feel uncomfortable you press this red button right here ok? And I'll send a nurse in. Do you promise?"

The answer is just a whispered "Yeah."

When Owens leaves the room and Billy is left alone to stare at the white wall in front of him, wondering who could have come to see him, he knows he wasn't really close to Max but he felt something shift in their relationship and he could almost swear that she was holding his hand while he was agonizing on the sticky mall floor.

He hears it before he sees it: the telltale sound of metal cuffs clinking at every step.

A policeman.

Hopper probably.

Well it's ok, he will have some questions to ask, maybe some accusations to throw and... he turns when he hears the door open, and then he bursts out in a loud laugh.

"Harrington?" he asks, holding his waist while he keeps laughing so loudly that a nurse comes in to check on him.

"Yeah, me. Don't cream your pants."

"What the fuck happened to you?" Billy asks, wiping away the tears from laughing so hard that his stomach hurts.

Steve looks like a Hopper's younger version, he is dressed in a policeman uniform and has a big mustache on his face.

"I grow up, Hargrove!"

"I see you have a thing for uniforms." Billy mocks him.

Steve lifts his eyebrows "What?"

"Sailor, policeman, do you have a nurse one too?"

Steve finally laughs "It seems to me that you are the one with a thing for uniforms!" he replies smiling.

He gets closer "How are you feeling?"

"Honestly? Tired. And I don't even know why, I mean, all I have done in the past weeks was sleeping."

"Months."

"Uh?"

"Months. You have been in and out from a coma for months."

It makes sense, Steve couldn't get a police badge in a few weeks.

"So policeman, uh?"

Steve shrugs "It looks like the right kind of job for someone like me."

Someone who is fiercely protective and who knows how to fight.

Billy smiles "Who knows, maybe I'll join you. Can you imagine? You and I on the same team."

Steve winks "I'm sure they'll call us Trouble Agents."

Billy laughs again, is nice having something to laugh about and even something to look forward to.

"Is growing a mustache a requirement?"

"I guess so. I mean... Hopper has one, Powell has one, Callahan has one and now I have one too."

Billy sighs "Fine, I'll join you. I look really hot with a mustache." he replies, while his eyelids close on their own

"You do." Steve whispers, while he tucks him in bed.

The last thing Billy sees is his Steve’s tick mustache getting closer to his forehead.

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