#baby Spence my beloved

[springtyme]

It’s been so long since I last saw the show, but just started rewatching criminal minds and season one spencer will always own my heart 😭 if anyone have any baby Spence (doesn’t just have to be baby Spence) or ohter cm character requests, please feel free to send them my way 🫶

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[dudeitiskarev]

I Want to Hold Your Hand | Aaron Hotchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bau female reader

Summary: Hotch sends you home and you almost die, which only makes him realize how much he truly loves you.

Word count: 2.4k.

Tags/warnings: hurt/little comfort; season 1 Hotch my beloved <3; canon typical violence; Haley and Jack don’t exist in this universe oopsies; angst with happy ending; Hotch is a baby; probably very inaccurate medical talk bc all I know is from Grey’s; not beta read + English isn’t my first language so good luck with that.

Author’s note: remember when I said I was probably done writing for a Hotch? Turns out all I had to do was stop taking my antidepressant 🙄 anyway, don’t get your hopes high. I just needed to take a break from my never-ending Spence fic so I wrote this. Which is basically a rewrite of what happened with Elle. I just wanted to make Hotch suffer a little so I hope you like it!

MASTERLIST

A few hours ago, Aaron kissed the top of your head and sent you back to the hotel with a police officer.

Now, he was in a hospital waiting room with his heart in his throat, hoping the doctor would show up with good news.

You’d been attacked in your hotel room, and it was his fault.

“They’re gonna set up a bed for you in her room.” Jason walked in with a cup of coffee for Aaron. His fourth one already.

“She’s… not out of surgery yet,” Aaron shut his eyes. “We don’t know if —”

“The hospital chief, I know him.” Gideon sort of smiled. “I asked him if he could go check on her. All I know is that they’re closing her up now.”

The words began to sound far and faded as if Aaron was underwater. His vision blurred and his legs would’ve given up if he wasn’t sitting down already.

It was his soul returning to his body.

He didn’t want to get his hopes high, though. If they were closing you up it meant you were alive, but nothing else. There could be a hundred things wrong with you while being alive.

All he could do was nod and put his hands together over his lips like a prayer.

You were alive.

“The doctor should be here with the updates any minute now.” Jason sat next to Aaron and gave him a gentle tap on his back.

Gideon knew. Even when Hotch hadn’t told anyone about his feelings—not even you—he spent most of his day with profilers so of course the best one in his team knew about it.

“I’m heading back to the hotel soon,” Gideon continued. “See what the hell happened. Why… How did they let the unsub enter her room. Garcia should be landing soon. We need to check every security camera.” He smacked his tongue in disappointment and shook his head.

Aaron rose from his seat and tried his best to at least let his shoulders relax but every bit of him had turned into concrete.

“Where are Reid and Morgan?” He asked, pacing back and forth and stretching his neck from one side to the other. Even in moments like this, he needed to know where the rest of his people were. Especially in moments like this.

“Back at the local PD,” Gideon answered.

“JJ?”

“She’s talking to the hotel manager, making sure none of the employees makes any declaration to the press before we catch the guy.”

Aaron nodded, and soon, the doctor walked into the room with the updates.

“Surgery was a success,” he began. “We managed to repair all the damage and save her lung. Now, she flatlined once in the ambulance and then again during surgery so her brain has been through a lot.”

It wasn’t the time to profile anyone, but the way the doctor couldn’t keep eye contact for longer than two seconds told Aaron he was aiming at something more serious.

“Just tell us.” Aaron rubbed his thumb with his fingers.

“She’s not breathing on her own yet and according to her EEG, her last exam, her brain is swollen. It may take her a while to wake up.” The doctor gulped. “If she wakes up.”

Aaron’s entire world crumbled once again. He pinched the bridge of his nose and walked to a corner to pull himself together.

This was his fault. You might never wake up and it was his fault.

“When can we see her?” Gideon asked for him.

“You can see her now but… you need to be prepared. A machine is breathing for her. There’s a tube down her throat and it might be a lot to look at.”

Just picturing you like that turned his stomach upside down.

God, if you don’t ever wake up—

“She’s gonna wake up.” Penelope’s voice entered the room and so did the light she carried everywhere.

She was one of Aaron’s comfort people. If Penelope was there, there was hope.

“Garcia,” Jason said in a don’t tone.

“She’s strong.” Penelope walked up to Hotch anyway. “And people wake up from comas. Miracles happen and—” Her eyes filled with tears once she touched Hotch’s arm to get his attention. “She needs us, she needs you. And we need her.”

Garcia also knew, apparently. And if she knew without being a profiler, everyone else knew.

“I found this.” She handed Hotch a Polaroid picture of you. You were leaning on Garcia’s desk, your arms folded over your chest and with your sweet, sweet smile. There was the hope. “I took it a while ago and kept it on my desk along with the others but…”

Aaron took it with a shaky hand. You were mesmerizing.

“García,” Gideon insisted.

A nurse interrupted to let them know they could see you now.

“You go,” Gideon said to Hotch, taking a step back. “Just call me if anything changes. Garcia, you’re coming with me.”

“Yes, sir.” Penelope gave Hotch one last hopeful smile before following Jason out.

Aaron looked at your photo again and took deep breaths to gather himself as walked to the endless hall that took him to you.

“We’ll set up your bed in a few.” The nurse smiled at him, gesturing for him to go in. “She looks good. It might not look like it because of all the machines but she’s doing good. She’s a strong woman.”

Aaron said a quiet thanks before the nurse left.

It was just you and him.

The steady beeping of the machine brought him a sense of comfort—it meant you were alive—yet his feet were hesitant to take him next to you. He stood at the door for a moment, watching you from afar.

As the doctor had said, it was a lot to look at. It reminded him of the last time he saw someone close to him like this: his father. The difference was that back then, he couldn’t wait for his dad to die.

Today, he’d found himself praying multiple times to a god he wasn’t even sure existed most times.

He dared to move and when he reached your side, he almost crumbled. You had a few bruises on your left cheek, your knuckles were split—you even had a broken finger, and you looked beautiful as ever. He wished he could see the twinkle of your eyes, hear your voice, catch you smiling at him.

Guilt brewed at the pit of his stomach again. He should’ve gone with you. He should’ve been with you.

He lifted one hand to stroke your head and tears welled up as soon as his skin touched yours. His chin quivered and he sniffled quietly as tears threatened to spill. He used the heel of his hands to dry them away. He couldn’t cry, even if you were in a coma and couldn’t see him like this—broken. You believed people’s energy had effects on others, and you needed him to be strong. He needed to be more like you.

His bed was set soon after, right next to you. His eyes were heavy, and his muscles were sore. Even then, he couldn’t bring himself to lie down. He was scared to close his eyes. What if you died while he was asleep? He stayed sitting down, holding your hand and never losing sight of you.

“It’s raining,” he said out loud, talking to you. “Every time it rains I think of you.”

He smiled at the memories. You’d shown up at his office for your interview drenching, and he was smitten from the very first moment he laid eyes on you.

“Agent Hotchner,” your perky voice caught him off guard. No one inside the BAU building was perky—besides Garcia.

You stood by the door, both hands behind your back waiting for his signal to come in.

“Please.” He gestured with his hand to the seat across from him.

He took half a second to study you quickly. Raindrops were gathered over the shoulders of your blazer and your mascara was a bit smudged under your eyes.

“Forgot your coat, agent?” He commented, peeling his eyes off you and reading through your resume.

“Didn’t think I’d be raining by the time I arrived, sir. I don’t keep an umbrella in my car either. I apologize for my… appearance.”

It wasn’t your appearance that got you on his team, it was your outstanding resume. It made him wonder why you chose to apply to the Behavioral Analysis Unit instead of staying at ViCAP. Your performance there was impeccable.

“I wasn’t feeling comfortable there anymore,” was your answer. “And I want to seek other paths, sir. And I know I’m a good fit for your team.”

You started the very next day, and he partnered up with you to keep an eye on you during your first cases. You were a quick thinker, were fast on your feet, and stayed calm under critical situations.

Not once he felt at a disadvantage in the field for working with the new kid, which only showed him how good you naturally were. He was drawn to you and it wasn’t just because of your professionalism.

It was your fast food order. It was the first joke you ever made that only made him laugh. It was your perfume, the way you spoke with your hands, and how you raised your brows when making a point.

Everything about you made him take a deep breath. You made him dizzy. Lightheaded. Drunk.

Exactly how he felt right now while holding your hand, except that now, the room was spinning at the mere thought of losing you.

“I love you,” he murmured, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your bruised knuckles with shaky lips. “I love you.”

He’d never said it before. He didn’t know he did until now.

“God, I love you so much. From the moment I saw you, you lit up my life. You made it better, made me better.” He kept talking to you, hoping that his voice would heal everything inside you. “I can’t lose you. I won’t make it.”

Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up.

The rain stopped, the hours passed, and the sun never came out.

It’d been two weeks and he’d already made the habit of reading you at night.

“Studies have shown that playing music they really like and talking to the person in a coma increases their chances of waking up,” Spencer had said the day the entire team came to visit you.

Most nights he read case files. Others, he liked to read poetry.

You still hadn’t woken up, but the music, the poetry, and the flowers didn’t stop.

“I hope you don’t mind if I read something by Neruda,” Aaron said as he sat on the chair next to you. “Maybe not Neruda.”

It was one of those nights where hope had watered down with his tears.

He put the book down next to you and held your hand. He hadn’t stopped holding your hand; he hadn’t stopped kissing it either. He sighed deeply and stood up to draw the blinds, turning his back to you.

A loud smack against the floor startled him, making him turn around. The book he’d left next to you had fallen. He didn’t think he’d left it at the edge of the bed, but he picked it up without much curious and went to put it where it was.

Your hand twitched when he grazed your knuckles casually.

Then it twitched again—harsher—and a soft whimper came from your chest. That sound definitely came out of your body.

Aaron was quick to check on you, towering over you and watching you closely. Your eyelids started to move and the next thing he knew, he was making eye contact with you.

Those beautiful twinkling eyes took his breath away.

“We need a doctor in here!” He was quick to react, pressing the call button.

Nurses stormed inside and moved him out of the way to assist you.

“She’s awake. She’s fighting the tube,” was all he heard before a thousand tingles rushed through him.

You were awake.

Your doctor arrived soon after to examine you and Aaron stood there as they took the tube out.

You coughed and writhed with discomfort.

“Can you tell me your name?” Your doctor moved a small flashlight in front of your eyes.

You blinked a few times and searched around the room. Your eyes landed on Aaron. “Hotch?”

Your soft voice traveled to him and enveloped his heart, mending every bit that was broken.

“Hi,” he merely said.

You shook your head and said your name instead. Your doctor asked some more questions like your birthday, where you worked at and what was the last thing you remembered, and the entire time your eyes were trained on Aaron.

“It’s vague.” You took a sharp breath. “I think I was attacked but I don’t know how. I can assume by this unglued scar, though.” You put your palm on your chest.

“We’re still going to do some tests,” Your doctor said. “But you’re great. Pupils are responsive, your lungs sound healthy and there are no signs of brain damage. No memory loss. No speech loss either.”

“How soon can she go home?” Aaron asked, taking another step closer. He finally stood by your side, and you reached for his hand.

This was you. Sweet and caring even at your worst.

“I’d like to keep her under observation for a couple of days, then she can go. But just so you know, you can’t fly for at least two weeks after open-chest surgery.”

The doctor gave you some other indications before leaving, then it was just the two of you as it’d been for the past two weeks. Though now he got to see the twinkle of your eyes, hear your voice, and catch you smiling at him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, tilting your head to the side like a puppy.

“I sent you away and—“ he raised his brows.

“Don’t.” You squeezed his hand. “Don’t do that. Don’t… blame yourself.”

“I should’ve come with you. I should’ve— god, you almost died. You almost died,” he repeated in a whisper, shutting his eyes with pain.

The guilt was still there.

“But I didn’t.”

“I was so scared,” he admitted, daring to look back at you.

“I… don’t remember much. Just bits and pieces but I do remember that I wasn’t scared. I think. I… channeled you at that moment.” You laughed. “I remember thinking, Hotch wouldn’t be scared, he would put up a fight, so I did. I fought the guy, which got me almost killed but I wasn’t scared.” You lifted your hand and cradled his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “You have a beard.”

He chuckled. “Barely.”

“It looks good. I like it.”

He didn’t like it much, but he was grateful it was there so you wouldn’t see how hard he was blushing. He poured you some water and handed it you to distract himself from it.

“Where are we?” You then asked, taking a sip from the straw.

“Seattle.” Aaron raised his brows while licking his lips.

Last time you two were in Seattle, you’d kissed for the first time.

“Oh,” you mirrored his smirk. “So that’s gonna be like a three-day road trip back to Quantico?”

“It’s either that or two more weeks in Seattle until you can fly there,” he responded.

“Both sound amazing, don’t you think?” you scanned his face up and down and heat rushed to his cheeks again. “Thank you for staying with me, Aaron.”

I love you, he thought.

“How could I not?” he said instead.

Never said there would be a love confession now did I 🤭 But don’t worry, hotch confesses his love during the road trip <33333 also the title is a The Beatles song bc he played The Beatles a lot while reader was in a coma. And bc he held her hand a lot.

I hope you liked it!!!!

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[sundrop-writes]

Meddle About

Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader

‘Cause it's not just a figure of speech - you got me down on my knees.

It's gettin' harder to b r e a t h e .

Summary:

You hate it when Morgan teases Reid. So when Morgan says that you are Reid's 'Mommy' - you verbally fire back without even thinking about it.

Reid vastly overthinks it.

So much so that he ends up calling you Mommy by mistake. And you definitely don't hate the sound of that word coming off his lips.

Sub!Spencer Reid x Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. Set during Season One.

Word Count: 6,300

Criminal Minds Masterlist | AO3 Link

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: general smut fic - porn with some plot; dom/sub dynamics (but this isn't a pre-discussed dom/sub relationship, the characters just fall into these roles naturally), Spencer is submissive and the reader is dominant; the main theme is Mommy kink - Spencer discovers that he has a Mommy kink after a joke that Morgan makes, referring to the reader character as Spencer's Mommy; Spencer calls the reader 'Mommy' and the reader also refers to herself with that title; the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina (and breasts); it could be interpreted that the reader has larger breasts/is plus sized (but I think anyone of any size could enjoy this fic); the reader is part of the BAU; this is meant to take place during season one (baby Spence my beloved) but there are no other major canon events mentioned and the case being discussed is one that I have made up; some very background typical elements of Criminal Minds - murder, killing, systemic vicimization of women/violence from men towards women (passing mention of bodies being consumed by wild animals); the reader and Spencer fuck while on a case (but they aren't endangering anyone's lives from lack of their attention, so it's fine); mentions of potential injuries from a car accident (theoretical - doesn't actually happen during the fic); very slight threads of Morgan x Reader (mentions of Morgan being attracted to the reader - it could be one-sided); very passing mention of Reid having breeding kink (doesn't take place during the fic, just one of his thoughts); for the actual smut section: this could be interpreted as virgin!Spencer but that's not explicitly stated here (at most, this is just inexperienced!Spencer) (the reader is definitely way more sexually experienced than him); praise kink (we all known Spencer is so eager to be praised); mentions of breastfeeding - Morgan makes a joke about the reader breastfeeding Reid, which later turns into faux breastfeeding kink (the reader doesn't actually lactate, but she lets Spencer suck on her tits and calls it breastfeeding); the reader calls Spencer: 'baby', 'good boy',; descriptions of subspace - but it's not specifically called 'subspace' in the text; thigh humping - Spencer humps the reader's thigh; cumming in pants (Spencer); multiple orgasms/overstimulation (Spencer receiving); handjob - the reader jacks Spencer off while he is sensitive after his first orgasm; using lube as cum; dumbification kink - the reader calls Spencer 'dumb baby' and generally enjoys seeing his intellect drop the more turned on he becomes (Spencer also likes being called this); technically the reader doesn't get to cum, but she gets turned on from treating Spencer like the good boy that he is (and this is more about him). I think that's everything.

A/N: This was directly inspired by the scene from Reid's birthday party, where Morgan says 'Mommy to the rescue!' (talking about JJ) and then Spencer says '...Mommy?' and it seems like he is discovering his Mommy kink in real time. Especially because he is then trapped between Elle and JJ and he makes direct eye contact with their boobs, and he just has such a look of scared kink realization in his eyes. I considered copying that moment exactly and just replacing JJ with the reader character, but this seemed like more fun lmao. I had so much fun writing this and I think this is one of my best fics in a while. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

...

Generally, you hated being stuck with grunt work. 

You knew that it was all part of the job - an important part of it. Paperwork, side interviews, background checks. Sifting through someone’s apartment looking for aspects of what kind of person they were based on their everyday life. 

But you thrived more on being right in the middle of things. You preferred interacting with suspects, chasing people down, harsh confrontation. 

Gideon said that you were overly controlling, impatient, brutally honest - that you had an ‘abrasive personality’ that put most men off. But that was why he often brought you into interrogations with male suspects. Many of the people you caught - men with superiority complexes who targeted the weak to make themselves feel powerful - they hated that you weren’t intimidated by them. That aspect of abrasion between you and the suspects often brought out a lot of information - things they spewed out trying to intimidate you. 

But you weren’t needed on that front today. 

No - instead, you were doing grunt work. The kind of work that made you impatient and generally aggravated. 

The only upside was that you got to do it with Spencer. 

He was one of the only men that voluntarily worked so closely with you so often, because he wasn’t intimidated by you. He took orders from you very well and naturally fell under your authority, bringing a natural chemistry to your partnership when you worked with him. Plus - his seemingly endless stream of ‘fun facts’ was like listening to the radio, which did help to soothe your boredom during these kinds of mindless tasks. 

You were on a case in Texas. Five women raped and tortured before having their bodies hung from a tree and consumed by cotoyes that the UnSub knew lived in the area. Since police had closed in on him, he had gone on the run. He had killed three more women since fleeing, while leaving no clues as to what his ultimate endgame would be or where he would be going next. 

Hotch sent you and Reid to find that out while the rest of the team worked victimology and profiled the scenes of the most recent murders, following the trail he was leaving. 

After spending hours sifting through the suspect’s house, looking for any small clue about where he might be going - you came up empty. When you touched base with Hotch, he told you that you and Reid would be going to visit the suspect’s ex-wife - who lived four hours away. You needed to interview her to see if she could give you any further insight to the man, and perhaps - beat him to the house if she was the ultimate target. 

(A lot of the victims looked like her, and it couldn’t really be a coincidence.) 

You knew that lives were at risk, and it was juvenile of you, but all you heard was: long, boring drive. Boring day. You hoped that Reid would be good company through it. 

Now, you were waiting outside of the police station in the bureau-issued SUV, waiting for Morgan to come and give you the file with the ex-wife’s address and contact information. 

“Did you know that over forty-six percent of Texans own a gun? Texas is second only to Montana in registered gun ownership, where over sixty-six percent of citizens proudly tote their right to bear arms.” Reid told you, continuing to look over the case files that were sitting in his lap. 

When you looked over toward him to reply to this odd factoid, your mind got caught up on something else. 

“Reid, come on, take your feet off the dashboard!” You told him, reaching over to gently smack his knee, trying to encourage his legs down from the awkward position. 

It bothered you for several reasons - the idea that he would leave shoe prints on the dashboard, which was minor and cosmetic, but still annoying. And the fact that if the car did happen to get hit head-on, the air-bag would explode out and push his knees into his chest, causing his shattered leg bones to pierce his organs and possibly kill him. (At the very least, he would never walk again.) 

Speaking of which: 

“And put your seatbelt on!” You barked, now noticing that he wasn’t wearing it past all of the files he had piled into his lap. “You of all people should know how many deaths are caused by not wearing a seatbelt.” 

Spencer opened his mouth to spout out this exact statistic, but before he could get the words out, another voice entered the conversation. 

“Aw, Reid, listen to your Mommy.” 

You were almost startled by Morgan’s voice coming from the open driver’s side window so suddenly. His appearance there as if out of nowhere was so jarring that you couldn’t get caught up on the way he had called you Reid’s Mommy. Your head whipped toward Morgan so quickly that you didn’t notice the flash across Spencer’s features - worry, dawning. You didn’t take note of the way he rushed to comply with putting on his seatbelt. As if he was rushing to please you, even unconsciously. 

“I bet if you’re a good boy, she might even breastfeed you when you get there.” 

Morgan then pursed his lips and made loudly suckling noises, clearly imitating breastfeeding in what he thought was a comedic way. 

Again - glaring at the muscled man through the open window, you didn’t see Spencer’s reaction. You didn’t see the way his large, glassy eyes flickered to your breasts (only emphasized by your own seatbelt crossed over the center of your chest) before he forced himself to focus on the files in front of him so that he wouldn’t feel so caught.

“Shut up.” You told Morgan, your voice so commanding and firm that his simple order was enough to get him to stop his antics. 

“And give me the address already.” You held out your hand expectantly, and Morgan handed you the file, which you placed onto the center console. 

Then, you turned back to him for one last point, determined to have the final word in the conversation. 

“Besides, we both know that you’re the one who’s got an obsession with my breasts, anyway. Just because you stare while wearing sunglasses, doesn’t mean I don’t notice. My eyes are up here, pal.” You told him sharply. 

He let out a scoff at this, and rolled his eyes behind his dark frames - but he made no clever comeback. 

You had successfully bested him. And with that knowledge, you rolled up the window and left him standing dumbly in the parking lot as you sped off. 

… 

You pulled over later to put the address into the GPS system, and you let out a long-winded groan when you found that it was more than four hours away. Four hours and twenty five minutes. 

So you pulled over again to get gas and stocked up on snacks, and you were surprised that Reid wasn’t giving you some lesson about the colloquial use of ‘soda’ and ‘pop’ (thinking that you hadn’t listened the other ten times when he had gone on the same rambling point about linguistics and how language evolves). 

He was being far too quiet for your liking. 

But he was keeping his eyes glued to the files, and you guessed that he was churning over something in that big brain of his, like he usually was. 

You were entirely surprised when the next time he spoke - it wasn’t about the case at all. 

“How - how do you know that Morgan likes your breasts?” He asked, his voice low and mousy, looking straight ahead as he fidgeted with his hands in his lap. 

“What?” You gaped, the word flying out of your mouth as your brain was utterly slow to process what he had just said. 

Hearing Spencer use the word ‘breasts’ was jarring, but somehow utterly adorable. You found it stirring a slight heat within you. Especially because he was still so shy. The whole thing made you want to pin him down and force the shyness out of him. 

Spencer felt the need to further explain himself. 

“When - when you were talking to him, you said: ‘we both know that you’re the one who’s got an obsession with my breasts.’” He said, repeating back what you had said, word for word, using that perfect memory of his. 

You wondered if that’s what he had been doing, sitting there in his seat so silently for the past hour of the car ride - going over the conversation again and again in his head, trying to make sense of it. And because he couldn’t make any sense of it by himself, now he was consulting you. 

Again, you found it so utterly adorable. 

“Morgan didn’t deny it. So - was it a hypothesis based on something, or did you just call him out hoping that you weren’t wrong?” Reid continued, sparing only a singular glance in your direction, a look that you caught out of the corner of your eye with your gaze still mostly focused ahead on the road. 

You found it intensely cute that he was using the word ‘hypothesis’ in this situation. You wondered if he ever turned it off - the textbook big words and the intellect that he always carried himself with. You wondered if you could make him turn it off. You wondered if there was any situation where Spencer Reid could be as stupid as any other man - chasing a bone, desperate to get his nut off. 

For the first time ever - you imagined Spencer Reid underneath you, blabbering nonsense, begging for release with your hand around his cock as you pumped him, red and aching, so slick in your palm. Desperate, empty-headed, beautifully stupid. 

(See, this was what happened when you were forced to do grunt work. You got bored. And when you got bored - you had to entertain yourself somehow.) 

“It was a pretty well-informed hypothesis.” You replied. Now that Spencer had brought the topic up, you certainly weren’t going to shy away from the discussion. “Morgan often brings up my sex life, and wants to engage in detailed discussions about my sexual encounters with me. So I assume that he spends a fair amount of time thinking about me in a sexual way.” 

Reid let out a choked-off noise at this. 

You continued. 

“Plus, he’s always staring down my top. He’s not exactly subtle.” 

“You - you actually notice that kind of thing?” He chirped, his voice becoming a few octaves higher as worry flooded him. 

You bit your lip, suppressing a grin. 

Of course, you had noticed the times that Spencer stared at your breasts as well. He was even less subtle about it than Morgan was. You didn’t mind it when he did it, because you knew that Spencer wasn’t exactly casanova. He didn’t have a different girl every other week like Morgan did, so taking a glance down your shirt when he passed you a morning coffee was probably about as much action as he got. 

Secretly, letting him get away with it was your gift to him. 

“Don’t worry about it, baby.” You told him, the pet name slipping out mindlessly as you reached over and gently patted his knee as a form of reassurance. 

This movement unintentionally drew his eyes toward your chest, especially in his desperation to look anywhere but your face, not wanting to make eye contact with you. But he found his eyes glued to the swell of your breasts once again - hating how perfect they looked, even through the simple cotton shirt and plain bra that you wore. 

“Sorry, Mommy.” The word slipped out before he could even consciously process it. “Sorry!” 

Spencer raised a hand to smack his own face at lightning speed, and slumped down into his seat in embarrassment. 

You bit your lip to suppress a grin. It stirred a filthy heat in your belly. But you knew that Spencer likely needed a while to sit with this and wouldn’t want to talk about it - not yet. So you reached over and turned on the radio, letting the music fill the space so that the silence wasn’t so awkward and gutting. 

…

Spencer didn’t talk for the entirety of the rest of the car ride, which didn’t surprise you. 

When you finally arrived at the ex-wife’s house, his hands were shaking with nerves as he tried to unlatch his seatbelt. You probably should have just left him alone to struggle, but an evil spark, likely fueled by the boredom of the day, flared up inside of you. You couldn’t resist the urge to lean over the console, very purposefully showing off your breasts as you gently pushed his hands away and undid the belt for him. 

“Here, let Mommy get that for you.” You said, distinct teasing on your breath as you mumbled the words into his ear. 

Spencer huffed out a deep sigh and collapsed back into his seat, and pushed his hair out of his face in frustration. But he didn’t say anything more as you gathered the files in preparation for the interview. 

He only spoke when you moved to get out of the car. 

“Look, I-” He began a half assed explanation, and you easily cut him off. 

“You let Morgan get in your head too much.” You told him with a chuckle, opening your door and getting out. 

But as he forced himself to follow you with numb limbs - he knew that this definitely wasn’t all Morgan’s fault. 

… 

The ex-wife didn’t know much. 

She described the marriage as hell - the suspect exhibited all the typical behaviors as a husband that they would have expected. He hated women, and he wanted full control over his wife at the time, which eventually led down the path of divorce. They had to sell the house they had bought together, but neither of them had moved out of Texas since. But he hadn’t contacted her in years. 

She had two young kids from a new relationship, and when the woman stepped out to take a call, you picked one of them up to soothe his cries, hushing him gently while you rubbed his back. 

Because of this, Spencer found himself even more dizzy and confused. 

He knew that it was Frueadian - some deep, misguided part of his psychology - something broken and missing inside of him because of his own fractured childhood. 

But seeing you being so sweet with a kid, especially after the day he’d had - he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be your baby, or if he wanted to shoot his cum so deep inside you that it would ensure he could give you one. 

(Ultimately, he knew that it was likely both - and that didn’t answer any questions for him. It just gave him far more questions.) 

… 

Even though the ex-wife couldn’t give you guys much more than you already knew, Hotch wanted you and Spencer to stay close by in case the suspect decided to make his ex-wife the end game. The two of you would be able to make it to her first if she called for help. 

So you and Spencer had dinner at a random local barbeque place off the highway and Spencer still didn’t talk much through it, other than posing some theories about the case. Even though he was a bit more talkative, he still refused to look at you - he stared down at his plate the whole time. Though whenever he did look up, you noticed that his eyes lingered on your chest - and he still wouldn’t look you in the eye. 

By the time the bill came around and the two of you were ready to leave, you knew exactly what you had to do. 

… 

Spencer waited by the car with his bag while you checked in and got a motel room (needing to stay in town, you got a room for the night). When you came back, you handed him the room key and then moved to get your bag out of the car. 

“Do… you already have yours?” He asked quietly. 

“Hmm?” You hummed in reply, slinging the strap of your go-bag over your shoulder before you closed the back door and used the remote to lock up the car. 

“Your room key?” 

You suppressed another grin. 

“I only got one room.” You told him. “You don’t mind sharing with me, right?” 

You gave him a purposeful look - looked at him through your lashes, bit your lip slightly, and subtly squeezed your breasts together with your upper arms, emphasizing them. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, but hopefully it seemed subtle. 

“I - uh - no.” Spencer stuttered. “It’s fine. We can share.” He gave a grin, not wanting to appear upset, even though his entire body was racked with nerves. 

Spencer followed you to the room and he fumbled with the key with shaking hands for a moment before he sighed and then handed it to you. 

His insides quaked when he saw that there was only one bed. 

He wasn’t sure if he should say anything about it. The two of you had slept in the same room before, but you had never shared a bed before. Sure, you had slept near each other before. He had accidentally fallen asleep on your shoulder on the plane or vice versa. But you had never crawled into bed together with the intention of sleeping together. 

And yes, just the entendre behind it made Reid’s head spin. 

He had a heavy knot in his gut, and hatefully - a distinct stirring in his crotch. He could only imagine how embarrassing it would be for you to wake up and see him compromised in some way. Or god forbid, if you caught him moaning in his sleep because of unconscious dreams that he couldn’t stop - for you to think that he was some kind of dirty sex pervert because of it. 

He felt an overwhelming need to clear the air overtake him. He had no clue how to broach the subject, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to spend the night like this. He wouldn’t be able to sleep with this anxiety hanging over his head. 

He studied you carefully as you sat down on the edge of the bed, ditching your bag off to the side and heaving out a tired sigh as you began taking off your shoes. 

Spencer put down his own bag and then stood there, fidgeting nervously as he searched for words. 

“I - uh - I am sorry about earlier.” He mumbled out the beginnings of an apology. “What Morgan said was stupid, and I-” 

“I don’t think it was stupid.” 

You let out a chuckle, and reached up the back of your shirt. Spencer found himself frozen, his eyes tracing your every moment as you unhooked your bra underneath your shirt and then moved to maneuver the straps out from your short sleeves while you kept talking. 

“I think he had a point.” You added on. “Good boys should get a reward. And I think you were fairly good today. You didn’t eat all your veggies at dinner, but you kept your feet off the dashboard and you were quiet during the car ride. You definitely get points for being patient during such a long trip, baby.” 

Your voice smoothed into a soothing tone, that word - baby - melting like butter over your tongue in a way that made Spencer’s knees wobble. He hadn’t known it until right now, but you calling him a ‘good boy’ and listing off such mundane things he had done that made him worthy of a reward fired off sparks inside of his brain. 

A breath choked off inside of his throat as you stood up off the bed and peeled your bra completely out from under your shirt. Somehow it was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen, revealing the hard peaks of your nipples and the beautiful natural teardrop shape of your breasts to him through the cotton fabric. 

Spencer wanted to speak, but his tongue felt so heavy and dry inside of his mouth. He knew that he was staring at your chest so blatantly now, but he couldn’t peel his eyes away. He couldn’t even feel ashamed anymore. 

That dull tingle in his crotch had turned into a full on stinging interest, and he unconsciously pulled at the fabric of his pants, trying to loosen some of the tension that was growing, not even considering how it might look to you - him dumbly reaching for his crotch to make it look looser when his hardening bulge was becoming more obvious by the second. 

It was one of the most ‘caveman’ things he had ever done in front of you - standing there with his mouth hanging slightly agape, pulling at his crotch without caring how it looked. You definitely wanted more, wanted to see how dumb he could get. How far you could make him devolve. 

“So what do you say, baby boy?” You hummed, stepping close into his personal space now, causing him to get a whiff of your perfume - something that was only a dull trace after such a long day, but still smelled so good. “Do you want Mommy to breastfeed you? Do you wanna suck on my tits as your reward?” 

You gently ran a thumb across his cheek, and paired with the words, Spencer’s brain short-circuited. 

He knew realistically that you weren’t actually offering to breastfeed him. There was no evidence in your life to say that your body could actually support the production of milk currently - but you were offering to let him play pretend. To suck on your tits with a very sexual air, to call you Mommy without the teasing humiliation behind it that Morgan had hinted at (or maybe Spencer liked that humiliation, he wasn’t even sure). (He hadn’t even known before this morning that he liked the idea of calling you Mommy, but here he was). 

All he could conjure in response was the dumbest, non-human sound. 

“Nngh.” 

It was a grunt from the back of his throat - too much blood swelling to his cock all at once and too much direct attention from you making him dizzy. 

You giggled quietly. 

“Come on, baby. Just say the word. And Mommy will give you everything you need.” 

Spencer inhaled sharply. At this point, he was desperate to get some oxygen to his brain. 

His mind was racing, chanting out: 

‘Yes! God, yes! I want it so badly, Mommy! I want anything you’ll give me. I need you. I need you so badly.’ 

But all his lips could form in the wake of such dizzying lust was: 

“Please.” 

“Good boy.” You sighed. 

You used a hand on his chin to tilt his face up to meet yours, and you consumed him in a kiss - he was hungry and eager to meet your touch, moaning loudly into your mouth, his hands racing to touch you now, rushing up to grip on your hips in the most utterly needy way. He balled the fabric of your shirt in his fists, like he couldn’t get enough of you - like he was afraid you would dissolve away if he let go of you for even a second. 

It was cute, to say the least. 

You only let the kiss last for a moment, though. You pulled away to a disappointed whine from Spencer, which you quietly hushed. 

“Hey, it’s okay baby.” You soothed him. “Come here. Mommy’s gonna take good care of you.” 

You lead him toward the bed, getting rid of his tie in the process, and Spencer stepped out of his shoes along the way. You slid onto the bed and laid up on the pillows on your back, Spencer clumsily following you, crawling on all fours. The two of you had barely started, but he was full-on panting now, racing to catch his breath while his blood hammered through his veins. 

He watched on with eager curiosity while you got comfortable, fluffing the pillow under your head before you then reached down and pulled up your shirt. You pulled the fabric to sit up under your chin, finally revealing your gorgeous breasts to him. 

If he was lost for words before, then he had receded back to a total neanderthal now. 

His mouth fell open and his salivary glands started working overtime as his eyes raked hungrily over your chest - enjoying the pure beauty of the fatty mounds, striped with zig-zagging stretch marks and completed by your hard peaked nipples. 

“Here, come on, baby.” 

You had to remind Spencer what the goal was, guiding him into place with a hand on the back of his head. You helped ease his body to lay on top of yours as he relaxed into you - and his mouth finally found its rightful place on your breast. He became greedy, suctioning hard on your nipple as though he might actually get something out of it. 

Truthfully, he did get something out of this. 

It definitely wasn’t any form of nutrition, but it was something that drove him lustfully insane and made his head fuzzy and warm in the best way. This was the only time in his entire life that he didn’t have ten thousand thoughts running through his mind like the news blasting on television in the background. This was the only time since his first conscious memory that he had actually known his mind to be quiet. 

He felt intensely thankful for it. Intensely thankful toward you for giving him this feeling. 

In that moment, without all the noise, all he knew was the comforting feeling of your fat tit under his mouth, the heat of your body under his own as you cradled him. The soothing firmness of your hands through his hair and down his back - and the distant, sweet purring of your voice in his ears. 

“Good boy.” You hummed, loving the feeling of him moaning around your nipple - so constant and so greedy now that you were sure he didn’t even know that he was doing it. “Such a good boy for me. Such a good boy for Mommy.” 

Your cunt was humming between your thighs, aching so hard at seeing Spencer like this. The usually composed, intelligent, practically robotic Doctor Reid reduced down to a blubbering, moaning, needy mess just because he wanted to suck on your tits. 

Just because you had called yourself Mommy a few times in his presence. 

It was so utterly beautiful, and you wanted more. 

(You didn’t think that you could ever let him go after this. You probably wouldn’t be able to stand the idea of another woman touching him after this. But you would have to think on that more later.) 

You noticed Spencer canting his hips, unconsciously seeking friction against his hard cock while he continued to suck on your breast. With his eyes closed blissfully, drool gathering around his lips where they met your skin in the most utterly adorable way. You couldn’t help yourself - you scooted your knee between his thighs. You then used a hand to help his hips into place, adjusting him so that he was getting good friction against your denim-clad thigh. 

“There you go. There you go, sweet boy.” You hummed, feeling another jolt through your body when he let out a sharper moan against your tit, and began humping your leg in earnest. 

You were quick to encourage him, putting both hands on his hips and helping him along while he greedily hung onto you. He had on your hip, the other hand slipping up to cup fingers around the bottom of your breast, making sure you didn’t escape him while he moved his body against you so frantically. 

“That’s just what you needed, isn’t it, baby?” You moaned out, your voice wavering slightly as the pleasure of it all thrummed through you. “Just a dumb little baby who needed Mommy’s tit.” 

The term ‘dumb little baby’ came flying out of your mouth before you could stop it. Though you knew exactly why it happened. Seeing such a brilliant genius reduced down to this truly did something to your ego. And apparently hearing those words from you did something to him, too. 

He whined sharply against your skin and his hips stuttered abruptly. You knew it wouldn’t be long before he came in his pants, his cock throbbing against the friction of your thigh. And this thought alone caused your mouth to run off without restraint. 

“Such a needy little thing.” You sighed. “You love being Mommy’s dumb baby, don’t you? Not a single fucking thought between your ears, just sucking on Mommy’s tit without a care in the world.” 

Spencer moaned and it sent another jolt through your body - another harsh pang through your cunt. You loved how much he needed you. You loved how much he was clearly eating this up. 

You didn’t even care if you got to cum tonight; you just wanted to exhaust him for all he was worth. Because he was so fucking pretty like this. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby boy? You gonna cum for Mommy? Come on, baby. Cum for me.” 

These words were what ultimately sent him over the edge. Well that along with your strong hands on his hips, encouraging him along while he was mindless and busy mouthing on your breast.

His jaw dropped open, finally loosening that desperate suction on your now slightly sore nipple as he began to pant frantically over your now spit-soaked skin. He moaned hotly while he humped you in an entirely adorable, almost distraught manner - absolutely desperate to have the most friction on his cock while his orgasm overtook him. 

You could feel his needy cock throbbing against you, trapped inside of his pants, shooting off hot ropes of cum that quickly soaked into his underwear and even then, seeped into the fabric of his slacks. You grinned and bit your lip as you felt that wetness even beginning to soak into your jeans, knowing he must have set off quite a big load. 

Spencer soon collapsed on top of you, gulping in air as he tried to catch his breath. 

Any normal person would have taken pity on him (seeing as he was clearly nervous and inexperienced) and wound things down to end the night here. Anyone else would have likely let him rest. 

But again, you felt devilish temptation overtake you. (It was a feeling that seemed to be much more ripe around Spencer Reid.) 

You just felt thankful that your temptation and inclination toward chaos came in the form of lust, rather than something more violent, like the people you studied every single day. Everyone around you should be thankful for that. 

You used your leverage (and the fact that you weren’t nearly as exhausted from the experience) to flip him over onto his back. He let out a surprised sound as his back made contact with the mattress - blinking up at you with shocked, glassy eyes as you moved down his body slightly. 

“Wha-?” He mumbled out the question, only getting out part of the word before you reached for the zipper on the front of his now wet pants. 

“Hey, shh, baby. I just wanna see you.” You told him quietly, causing him to stare down the length of his own body at your hands as you worked. 

You got the button and zipper undone quickly and you let out a quiet ‘fuck’ as you peeled back the wet fabric of his grey slacks to reveal the sight of his simplistic (very Reid) white cotton underwear slightly transparent and stuck tight to his cock, coated in wet, sticky cum. 

“So pretty baby.” 

He only whined in response. 

You couldn’t help yourself - you reached up and pulled down the waistband of his underwear, feeling more lust pricking through you as he was truly revealed to your eyes. He was perfect. Glossy and wet with his own release, his cock pinky red from the exertion and friction, still half hard. You pulled the clothes down over his hips and he lifted his body to help you, clearly glad to be rid of the mess, and the second you untangled the fabric from his ankles and ditched everything aside, you were back on him. 

You skimmed the tips of your fingers oh-so-lightly up his shaft where it was sprawled across his pelvis, and his hips jolted. He let out a bitter gasp - as though cold water had been splashed across him. 

“You said-” He choked on the words as you ran your thumb right underneath the crown, gently pressing into the head, causing him to choke on a moan while his knees quaked. 

You sat on his knees to keep him still and his head became so fuzzy once again. 

‘You said that you only wanted to look.’ 

The sentence died off in his lungs somewhere, and truthfully - he didn’t want to protest. He didn’t want you to stop. 

“Sens-sensitive.” He whined. “Too much.” 

“But you’re so pretty, baby.” You replied, your voice turning smooth and warm like butter again, melting over his whole body, causing all of his muscles to go soft and pliant for you. “Your cock is so pretty. I need to touch you.” 

He let out another strangled noise when you cupped your hand and took him fully in your grip this time, giving one good tug across his cock from root to tip. When you did this again, faster this time, his lungs seized inside his chest - trying to take in oxygen so quickly, as though he were drowning on dry land. 

“You gonna be good for me, baby?” 

“Yes.” He gargled back in response. “Yes, Mommy.” 

He was already so wet from cumming in his pants, and he let out a pathetic dribble of precum as you continued to move your hand - so it was an easy, slick slide. One that sent harsh shockwaves through him from overstimulation. Against his own will, he soon ballooned back to full hardness - becoming painfully swollen in your hand while you sped up your touch and closed your fist tighter around him. It caused the most wonderful hurt between his legs, and made a downright filthy wet sound as you pumped your grip faster along his needy cock. 

Spencer heard wailing and felt the soreness against his throat before he realized that he was the one making those desperate sounds. He distantly wondered what it might sound like to someone else, if the rooms on either side were occupied, if the motel would receive a noise complaint about some frail woman getting fucked to death by her husband next door - because that’s what he sounded like in his own ears. 

But any of those half-thoughts were chased out of his brain the second you flicked your thumb up over the head of his cock and your dirty mouth filled his ears once again. 

“Gonna milk this pretty cock, baby.” You told him, your voice firm. “You gonna show Mommy how much you can cum for me? Gonna show me what a good boy you are?” 

Spencer let out another pathetic sound, his body singing with pleasure at his pure need to prove to you that - yes, he was a good boy. 

He felt tears wet on the side of his face before he realized that he was crying, but it was all too good to ask you to stop. 

You used your other hand to cradle his balls and you swooped down to capture his gasping mouth in another kiss (a very messy, open mouthed kiss that Spencer could barely pay attention to). Spencer screamed into your mouth while he painted his stomach with cum once again.

You only stopped jerking his cock once you had truly milked every last drop from him, his hips seizing up off the bed and your hand almost slipping off him completely from how sloppily wet it was with more of his cum added to the mix. 

He was purely exhausted then. His eyes blinked heavily, struggling to stay open. He vaguely remembered you cleaning him off and tucking him into bed - but he definitely enjoyed falling asleep curled up next to your warmth. 

…

The next morning, Spencer felt hungover. 

He wondered if that’s what good sex always felt like - the combination of endorphins rushing through your body and physical exertion tackling you over. His legs were sore, as though he had run several miles. (Which wasn’t even something he could make a bold comparison to anyway, because he didn’t exercise nearly as much as he should for someone with this job). He woke up starving, grateful when you drove to a diner down the road after checking out of the motel and planted him in one of the booths before going outside to call Hotch in order to touch base with the rest of the team. 

You came back with a small grin on your face. 

“Turns out that tip the ex-wife gave us about their first house in Arlington was pretty solid.” You told Reid. “They caught the guy on his way there. He had another girl in the trunk. They got her back mostly unarmed, and took him into custody.” 

Spencer nodded. “That’s good.” 

When he moved to grab another sugar packet out of the caddy on the side of the table, three of them already open and empty beside his cup of coffee, you grabbed him by the wrist. 

“That’s enough, baby.” You told him. 

His stomach curled, that distinct feeling running through him again. And against his will, that word slipped out - again. 

“Yes, Mommy.”

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[de4dlyniightshade]

Thoughts on touch starved spencer with a touchy gf?

touch starved spencer my beloved!!!

he'd lovvvveeeeeee it like he hates admitting what he wants because he doesn't want to seem needy or clingy but when he comes home after a long day and you're right at the door when he walks through it, immediately slinging around arms around his neck and hugging him close, pressing a kiss to his cheek, followed by another and another, inching closer to his lips before you can't help but messily kiss him, spencer sighing as you did as his hands moved to rest on your waist.

"missed you" you whispered against him before you pecked his lips, pulling away to look into his eyes, smiling sweetly as you let your hand trail down his body, biting down on your bottom lip as you palmed him through his clothes, revelling in the way his eyebrows twitched, lips parting slightly as his hands squeezed your waist.

"love touching you, spence, d'you like when i touch you, baby?" you teased, smiling at the way he nodded eagerly, licking his lips as you stroked his half hard cock through his clothes. "r-really needed you today" he practically whimpered, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck, letting out a relieved sigh as you touched him.

"aw you poor thing" you cooed as you unbuckled his belt, undoing his pants so you could slip your hand into his underwear to take his length into your hand, spencer whimpering at the slightest touch, his hips rolling into your hand as his hot breath fanned your neck.

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[pathologicalreid]

this is the job | S.R.

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You and Spencer (almost) get into a fight about the demands of your job.

who? spencer reid x retired!reader content warnings: takes place before the events of stuck between a rock and a hard place (so like circa 9x20), retired!reader is not actually retired yet, slight bickering, spoilers for season 6 finale (supply and demand), reader is female word count: 1.13k a/n: just a little shorty piece about my beloved spencer and retired!reader, im having a lot of fun writing this little vignette style series. i know it's short but the next piece will be long and very hurt/comfort heavy.

When the phone started ringing, you thought it was Spencer’s phone, but after letting it go for a few rings, you begrudgingly realized it was your ringtone. Groaning, you turned in Spencer’s arms and grabbed your phone off of your bedside table before answering the call. “Hello?” You greeted groggily.

There was only one person who would be calling you at two in the morning. Andi Swann’s voice rang through the receiver, “We need you to come in.”

“Now?” You asked, blinking sleep out of your eyes. Next to you, Spencer started to wake up. Using his thumb, he rubbed small, soothing circles over your hip while you talked on the phone.

It was a pointless question, you already knew the answer, and that was why you were already getting out of bed. “Yes, we need to get you out as soon as possible. We might have a lead on The Program.”

You sighed, looking over at Spencer, who was now sitting up, as you nodded, “Okay, I’ll shoot you a text when I’m on my way.” You hung up the phone, setting it back down on the bedside table before you made your way to the closet to retrieve your go bag.

“You’re leaving?” Spencer asked, burning both of your retinas when he leaned over to turn on a lamp.

Hesitantly, you started grabbing clothes out of your side of the dresser. Most of your clothes would be in the apartment that the bureau would set you up in, but you could bring some of your things. Basics, mostly. “Uh, yeah,” you answered.

Peering over at you while you tugged on a pair of jeans, Spencer furrowed his brow. “You just got back,” he responded, getting out of bed himself.

“I know, but that was Andi. She says they might have a lead on The Program, so I have to go in,” You informed him, trying not to topple over while you put your socks on.

Sat on the edge of the bed, your boyfriend leaned back and watched you pack. “I believe the operative word there is ‘might’. Tell them to send someone else,” he urged, not wanting you to leave.

Shaking your head, you zipped your bag shut, “You know they don’t have anyone else.” It was true – you were the only female undercover agent that Swann had.

Spencer clenched his jaw, “I know they don’t have anyone else, that’s part of the problem. They need to hire someone else to split the burden with you, it shouldn’t be all on you.”

“This is my job, Spence. I can’t just tell them I’m not coming in. You drop everything as soon as Hotch calls,” you reminded him.

Reaching out for your hands, Spencer pulled you in, so you were standing between his legs. “Hotch would let me spend a night in my own bed before calling me back in. You got home at ten, baby. It’s been four hours and eight minutes,” he said, keeping his voice low in the dead of the night.

Giving in a little, you leaned into him, “Our jobs are different. We have different demands.” You brushed off his concern. There was at least a part of you that knew he was right. As usual, you called Spencer as soon as you had debriefed with Andi. He picked you up and brought you home.

He placed his hands gently on your waist, “You’re burning the candle at both ends. You don’t eat or sleep enough when you’re undercover, and that won’t do anyone any good.”

Stepping back, you wiped a hand down your face, “I know, but there are so many people out there who need my help. I could save those people.” You bargained with him.

Spencer shook his head, “We’ve spent a total of four nights together this calendar year. It’s April.”

You knew that. You kept track just as much as he did, but that didn’t change the fact that you had a job to do, “You knew the score when you asked me out, Spence.” Your tone was a warning. When he asked you out after you worked with the BAU to rescue Renee Matlin, you warned him that you weren’t around much.

Admittedly, you hadn’t expected to fall in love with him.

Slipping your phone into your back pocket, you inclined your head toward him, “This is the job.” This job was who you were, Spencer knew that just as well as you did.

“This isn’t the job, love. You’re acting like you don’t have an option. It’s almost as if…” his voice trailed off as if he was stopping himself from saying something he’d later regret.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, “You might as well say it.” Maybe he’d give you a reason to walk out the door.

He shrugged helplessly, “Fine, I think Andi’s taking advantage of your selflessness and your need to please everyone.” He narrowed his gaze, “You were just gone for five weeks, and now you’re leaving again.”

What crushed you the most was that he was right. “I don’t want to let anyone down,” you murmured. Padding over to him, you wrapped your arms around him, holding your breath until he reciprocated. “That includes you,” you admitted, chest tight, “I don’t… I don’t know what to do.”

Taking a deep breath, Spencer smoothed your hair at the back of your head, “You’re gonna go save some lives, because that’s what you do.” His voice was low and steady, “I’ll be here when you get back.”

You jumped when a phone started ringing, this time it actually was Spencer’s.

He picked it up and answered the phone, “Hey,” he greeted, face falling as the other person spoke. “I’ll be right there.”

Eyeing him hesitantly, you saw his entire demeanor change. The BAU had a case. Checking the time, you pulled back, “I should go.”

“Y/N,” he said. “I don’t want to part on bad terms,” he revealed to you as he started to get dressed himself.

Peering up at him, you offered your boyfriend a small smile, “We’re never on bad terms, angel boy.” You were just navigating a complicated relationship.

He raised his eyebrows like that statement surprised him, “but if I’m not going to see you for another month, then we can at least drive in together.”

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you had already made your decision, “If we drive in together, then I have to call you for a ride when I get back.” You settled your hands in your lap, crossing one leg over the other.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Spencer responded, leaning over you to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

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#criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #written by margot #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds angst #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fic #dr spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds hurt/comfort #spencer reid hurt/comfort #spencer x retired!reader

[reidsdaisies]

Hey I can do more too!! Maybe a blurb with some sweet smut with Spence where he has just come back from a long case and just wants to truly make love to you 🤭. Needy Spencer is my religion 🤞

Xoxo- 💋

“𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰” (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖)

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; needy!spencer x fem!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; (poorly written smut), early seasons!spencer my beloved, baby boy is needy ofc, sub!spencer, thigh grinding (Spencer to r), fingering (f receiving), protected p in v sex

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.8k

༉‧´ˎ˗ an; needy spencer is also my religion as well, how bizarre !! 💋 anon, you deserve a big kiss 😚.

𝐂𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

As soon as Spencer got home, he only had one thing on his mind, getting you in bed with him. After such a long case and being away from you for over two weeks straight, he needed your intimacy to relax him, he needed something or someone to fall back onto and he was glad that you always allowed it to be you.

When you two reach the bedroom, he’s quick at stripping, all the way down to his plaid purple boxers. You watch him in adoration, your boyfriend is gorgeous, you have to admit. You quite often catch yourself zoning out just admiring his natural beauty.

“Y/n..” he mutters, biting his plush bottom lip and staring down at you.

“hm?”

You two have been together long enough to where you can see right through his little facade of innocence. The pouty lips, the big doe eyes he’s flashing at you, the state of undress he’s in, you know exactly what he wants, and you’d be a fool not to give it to him.

“You need something baby?” he nods without hesitation, his lips still forming that adorable pout. “You need me?”

He nods frenetically, inching closer to you, obviously just waiting for permission to let go and finally give in to his lustful urges. “I need you so bad, you don’t even know..”

“Then what are you waiting for, hon?” you let a small smile slip, gazing into his eyes in a daring manner as he closes the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He revels in the taste of your lips, both hands holding the sides of your face gently to ensure your soft lips stay pressed against his own.

A low groan escapes Spencer, muffled by your tongue in his mouth, as he backs you up towards the bed. You let your body fall onto the plush mattress, Spencer falling right along with you, hovering above you.

You slot your thigh between both of his, pressed directly to his crotch, and he takes it as you giving him the go-ahead to begin grinding down into the softness of your bare thigh.

“Oh,” he moans against your lips, pulling back. “Y/N, please..”

“Doing s’good, Spence,” you breathily moan into his ear at the feeling of his hardness grinding against your leg, your breath tickling the skin of his neck. Your words seem to encourage the eager boy, the movements of his hips speeding up, whines and moans flowing freely from his lips.

Your mouth preoccupies itself, nipping gently at his ear before moving to suck on his neck below, eliciting even more gorgeous, lewd sounds to erupt from deep within his chest.

He quickly snaps out of his trance, tilting his head just enough so his lips crash down onto yours. His hand travels down your body to your thigh, nimble fingers slipping past your sleep shorts and panties, finding your dripping core. There’s no precision to his technique as he pumps his two fingers inside your hole, curling just enough to brush against that spongey spot deep inside you.

“Oh my god,” you moan out, thighs trembling as you force them to stay open, his fingers thrusting deeper inside you.

“Y/N,” he whines against your lips while his thumb begins to rub tight circles at your clit. It doesn’t take long for you to approach your climax, grinding against his hand and making a mess of the palm of it. “Come for me, baby,” And you do. All over his hand.

He slows the previously harsh pace of his fingers, helping you ride through your orgasm as the rocking of your hips slowly comes to a stop. Removing his hand from your shorts, he doesn’t waste one second in cleaning the mess, licking his fingers clean.

You moan at the visual, yanking his face back down to yours. He reaches an arm up to the nightstand, blindly opening up the drawer and feeling around for a condom. He pulls one out, ripping it right open.

Rolling the latex onto Spencer’s erection, you help him line himself up with your entrance, leaving it up to him to push in. He does so slowly, wanting to properly savor it.

“Nice and slow Spence, that’s it,”

“H-holy fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers into your ear, bottoming out inside you. His pulls out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside before slamming back into you, moaning into your ear as he does it. You have a similar reaction, moaning at the painful pleasure, your hand rubbing at his back to encourage him to keep up with his steady pace.

“I never want to be away from you for that long again,” he whimpers against you, his teeth digging into the exposed skin of your shoulder to stop from being too loud, reaching deeper than he think he ever has.

“Me neither, Spence, me neither.”

#reidsdaisies #reidsdaisies spencer <3 #💋 anon #spencer reid #sub spencer reid #sub!spencer #needy!spencer reid #spencer reid smut #sub spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid criminal minds #criminal minds #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid oneshot #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction

[deadbolted]

━━ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘.

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): spencer reid x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, established relationship, kissing, mentions of cats, & use of “baby.”

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: spencer never considered himself a pet person, but after some strong convincing and an awfully cute stray, how could he say no?

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 631

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spencer sat alone in your shared living room surrounded by stacks of books and case files. the faint glow of his computer screen illuminated his determined expression as he he delved into the intricate details of yet another a particularly complex case file.

the deafening silence of the room was abruptly broken when he heard the key turning in the door, followed by the sound of your voice.

"spence! you won't believe what i found on my way home from work!" you exclaimed, excitement radiating from you.

usually you’d hurry in to give your boyfriend of 3 years a kiss and a hug, but today, you had something even more important to do than that. in your arms, you cradled a small bundle wrapped in a soft blue blanket that you always kept in the back of your car incase of emergencies.

spencer turned to face you, peering over his half-frame glasses, his eyes widened as he registered the unexpected arrival.

"what is that?"

"it’s a stray cat! poor thing looked lost and hungry," you replied, your eyes sparkling with excitement and adoration for the small feline in your arms.

spencer sighed, glancing over at his computer. "baby…you know we can't keep it. we don't even know if it has any diseases or—"

before he could finish his sentence, you walk over to him on the couch and gently place the blanket on spencer’s lap, revealing the wide-eyed tabby cat within.

the cat blinked up at him, its small frame barely filling the blanket.

"it fell asleep on my way here," you explain. "i couldn't just leave it out there. look at those eyes, spencer!"

the genius profiler shifted uncomfortably as he felt the warmth of the cat against his legs. he hesitated, torn between his logical reasoning and the undeniable innocence of the small creature. "we can't just keep it. we need to take it back where you found it. stray cats can carry various diseases, like feline leukaemia virus or even possibly—”

“who cares! look at that face!” you squeal, admiring the cat as it sat beside spencer on the leather couch.

as spencer went to reply, the cat stretched out its paws lazily, purring happily. against his better judgment, spencer found himself reaching down to stroke its fur.

you watched the two with a triumphant smile, sensing a softening in his resolve.

"it’s just a temporary thing," you assured him. "we can take it to the vet, make sure it's healthy, and find it a good home. but for now, can't we let it stay here? it seems to like you."

the cat, now nestled comfortably on spencer’s lap, seemed to agree with your sentiment, letting out a soft, satisfied purr. spencer couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him as he gently scratched behind the cat's ears.

"fine," he finally conceded, reluctantly giving in to the undeniable charm of the stray. "but only temporarily. we’re taking it to the vet first thing in the morning."

you beamed, leaning in to give him a quick kiss. "thank you, spence. i knew you'd understand!”

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the next morning, in your shared bed, you turned to your side and saw the beloved stray cat nestled comfortably on spencer’s bare chest, purring softly. a smile tugged at your lips as you watched the peaceful scene, realizing that when spencer woke up and saw that, he couldn’t possibly rehome the innocent feline that seemed to like him so much.

eventually, you did manage to convince spencer to let the cat stay for another week, with the promise you would take it to the vet and make sure it was healthy. but before long, one week became two, then three. eventually—that small kitten ended up being a permanent part of your relationship, and a permanent resident in your shared apartment.

౨ৎ 𝐚/𝐧: the idea of sharing a pet with spencer lives in my head rent free. life is so unfair, why isn’t he real!

#criminal minds #romance #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #fluff #criminal minds smut #matthew gray gubler

[beautifulbrainrot]

pre-op reid whining ab his period cramps while reader is giving him heating pads and rubbing his belly, doing everything to soothe him n' then gets an INCREDIBLE idea and eats him !! peace and love, spread joy and happiness 😁 !! 💌

yesss!! i wanna eat that boy out so bad, no matter what!

18+ content ahead

trans!spencer reid x fem!reader

cw period sex, ftm!spence, little mommy kink for my beloved 💌 anon

“oh, my poor baby..” you cooed, stroking spencer’s hair gently as he layed back on the bed.

he had been suffering with awful period cramps, and you had been doing everything to soothe your poor boy, but he was still in so much pain.

he held a heating pad to his stomach tightly, his face scrunched up in pain.

you pressed soft kisses to his red cheeks as he whined, rubbing his stomach to try ease the pain.

suddenly, you got an idea.

“baby, i thought of something to help, but we’ll only do it if you’re comfortable.” you said, sitting up slighty, your hand still resting on his lower stomach.

he tilted his head lightly, unsure at what you were suggesting, until it suddenly clicked.

“wait- you want to- ? !” he blushed bright red, spluttering slightly.

you nodded, eyes wide. you wanted this, and you knew it could help him feel better.

“you know, orgasms are proven to help subside the cramps, and shorten your period, and i really want you to feel better, baby.”you said, trailing your hand down his stomach, inching towards his underwear teasingly.

“i guess so..” he hummed softly, thinking about it.

he finally nodded shyly and you smiled.

“get a towel though! i don’t want to stain the sheets!” he quickly reminded you.

not too long later you had him splayed on a towel, completely naked and writhing as you ate him out, focusing on his swollen clit to provide him the most pleasure as he approached his release.

“ah! mommy- please, more!” he squealed as you suckled on his clit.

you smirked into his soaking cunt, eating him out ravenously, intoxicated by his taste.

he came with a loud moan, his thighs squeezing around your head as his hips rolled roughly against your face. you let him ride out the waves of pleasure, until he flopped back on the bed panting harshly.

you crawled back up his body, pressing soft kisses along his body on the way.

“d’you you feel better now, baby? you asked softly, smoothing his rumpled curls.

he nodded softly, smiling as he realised his cramps had subsided.

“yeah, i feel so much better now. thank you.” he smiled, lifting his head to kiss you softly.

“no, thank you.” you giggled, kissing him back happily, both of you comfortable and content.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #sub spencer reid #sub!spencer #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #sub!spence #sub!spencer reid #trans spencer reid #trans!reid #💌 #💌 anon

[lefthandedhotch]

linnn!!! hi🥰 i love you smek smek smek smooch smooch mwah mwah mwah MWAH!!! it's almost fathers day <3 and i am thinking so! hard! about single mom reader (when am i not?🤭) 🥰🥰🥰

you bring her over the next workday after the fathers day weekend which is fine because it's mostly paperwork and emailing consultations to precincts everywhere... over the weekend your baby girl worked so! hard! on father's day cards for all the father figures in her life aka all her bau uncles🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰 but!!! one card that is a little different from the rest is the one she's giving to your boss, aaronnnn hotchner🥰🥰, who you have a biggg ole crush on and it's definitely not subtle at all🤭 but neither is the crush he has on YOU and you two have smooched like twice in the heat of the moment when jack and your little girl have had sleepovers, but nothing's been made official (yet👀)..... your little girl crawls into his lap and you MELT when he kisses her head so softly🥺🥺🥺 and she tells him "happy fathers day, mr. aawon :3 thank you for being so amazing :D" and you almost WEEP!!! because for rossi, derek and spence, she said happy uncles day🤭 and it makes you so happy that she sees him as her dad because he's such a good one to jack and you're so lucky to have him be a father figure to your little baby🥺🥺🥺 he melts and holds her so close as he reads her little card and looks at the gift she got him and he gets all misty eyed and tucks her head under his chin so she doesnt see him blinking away the tears🥺 but he makes eye contact with your watery eyes and you two dont have to say a single word to each other to know that now you two are very ready to be official and be much more permanent in each others lives and your kiddos lives🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭💞💞💞💞💞💞

hehehe hiiiiiiiii jess-jess!! i love youuuuu smooch smooch smek mwah smek smek mwah!!!!🥰💕🥹💗🥺👋☺️ WEEPS single mom!reader my beloved!!!!!!

while you and your girl are on the elevator going up to the office, you smile down at her as she clutches her little pile of cards soooooo close so she doesn’t lose them and you can help but remember her parked at the coffee table the day before with her bucket of markers being So Serious as she colored these very special cards for all her bau uncles and aaron like >:p 🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰 and when you take her around the bullpen so she can pass out her little cards and say things like “happy uncles day, uncle dewek!! ☺️” it just makes you so so grateful to be raising your little girl around so much love, which is amplified even more when you help her climb the stairs to aaron’s office so she can deliver this extra special card and you get to see just how much this man that you’ve fallen so completely head over heels for cares for your baby girl 🥺🥺🥺🥺 penelope of course comes teetering in on her sparkly heels and sees Sparks flying between you and aaron and all the loaded loving gazes you’re giving one another, so she holds out her hand to your little girl and says they’re gonna go color at your desk for a little bit so you and aaron can Talk (and smooooooooch, she very much hopes 🤭🤭) hehehehe and the second your daughter is out of the room, aaron is out of his chair and stroking your cheek as you whisper “thank you for being so good with her” and he gives you that little quirk of a smile before he hums “thank you for being so you” and lowers his mouth to yours in the sweetest, softest smooch that makes your head spin with how lovely it is 🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕 you guys make a plan to make dinner together that night and have a glass of wine and a Serious Conversation after your kiddos fall asleep about everything and you can just feel it in your bones that this is the start of Everything you’ve ever wanted 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗💗💗🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕🥹🥹🥹🥹

#jess! #SOBS AND CRIES #your little girl is soooooo excited to hear that she gets to play with jack that night #and when you see them playing around before dinner you just Weep at how sweet they are #:’))))) #single mom!reader #my beloved <3333 #.hotch #aaron.hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #father’s day #cw father’s day #.ask

[jjtheresidentbaby]

your work is so comforting!!! can i request a caregiver! reid x little!reader where reader throws a tea party at uncle rossis house with the rest of the team?

Parties at Rossi’s | Spencer Reid x Reader

a/n: anon I love you for this one, uncle rossi my beloved

warnings: references to the prison storyline/kinda angst (I just finished that so it’s fresh in my mind sry), pet names, slight baby talk

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“Can I have some more sweetheart, it’s just so good!” Penelope gives you a bright smile as you pour some more “tea” into her cup, it’s really pretend since Jj warned that the plastic tea pot would melt if you actually put boiling tea in it.

“Very good pouring skills baby.” A warm hand on your back alerts you that Reid’s back from the kitchen with Luke, a tray of cookies in Alvez’s hands being what they stepped away for.

“Thank you! Been practicing with uncle Rossi!” You beam towards your caregiver, watching with rapt attention how he reaches a hand to brush at your cheek before murmuring some more praises.

You know staying with Rossi more while Reid goes to his mandated therapy appointments after being released from jail has pained your caregivers heart. He’d love to spend every waking moment with you if he could, but you’re more than happy to be babysat by someone on the team so Reid can do what he has to.

And besides, Rossi keeps the best snacks around.

“Would you like to pass the cookies out? Emily’s looking a little thin over there.�� You giggle at Luke, nodding and pulling away from Spencer to grab the tray, doing your best to ignore how suspiciously wet Spencer’s eyes look after the tender moment.

“Tara gets this one, and Luke, and Penny, and Rossi!” You pick the best four for them, you shamelessly play favorites since they’ve been around so much. Jj’s been spending time with Reid’s mom while Emily has handled all the things directly with Spencer, so that leaves the rest of the team to watch over you.

“And Em, and Jj, and Spence! You gots the best one!” Better than all the other cookies in your opinion.

“Wonderful choices Angel, always the best.” Spencer leans to press a kiss to your forehead, plucking another cookie off the tray to hand to you before he bites into his own.

He looks lively. You notice, more relaxed, at least since after he got out of jail, it brings warmness to your chest. He’s finally getting back to himself, and maybe this means more parties at Rossi’s.

#jj writes #criminal minds agere #little!reader #caregiver!spencer #spencer reid #spencer x reader #caregiver!bau team #they’re kinda all caregivers in this one

[soldier-requests]

playlist based off sharks :]. i got a new favorite animal guys /half-joke.

songs go like "song" + "artist"

"Jaws" + "Lemon Demon"

"Pizza Heroes" (bonus track) + "Lemon Demon"

"Brodyquest" + "Lemon Demon"

"Jaws" (main theme) + "M.S. Art"

"Stranger" + "Spence Bare"

"Ghost Party" + "Messer Chups"

"Magneto" + "Messer Chups"

"Below the Surface" + "Tatu" and "PeKeÑo ReD"

"In The Room Where You Sleep" + "Dead Man's Bones"

"Sunny" + "Boney M."

"Troubadour" + "Vundabar"

"Paraphernalia" + "Temples"

"Twelfth Street Rag" + "Roy Clark"

"Jetpack Joyride Main Theme" + "Halfbrick"

"Scary Flying Shark" + "Kids TV - Baby Shark Songs" (https://youtu.be/79aIfFdNkuo)

"Numbers (I Can Only Count to Four)" + "Psychostick"

"ミッドナイト・ランデブー" (in english: "Midnight Rendezvous") + "CASIOPEA"

"Down Under" + "Men At Work"

"Tequila" + "The Champs"

"Good Vibrations" (remastered 2001) + "The Beach Boys"

"Nausicaä of the Valley of Wind" (opening theme) + "Joe Hisaishi"

"Stampede of the Ohmu" + "Joe Hisaishi"

"Intergalatic" (remastered 2009) + "Beastie Boys"

"Sports" + "Viagra Boys"

"Cannonball" + "The Breeders"

"Nothing Man" + "Sodikken"

"Sky Mall" + "Vulfpeck" and "Vulf"

"Stickbug" + "Buoyant Records"

"Portal muzsika" + "Portal"

"20221127" + "Mac DeMarco"

"Rambunctious Beet" + "DaDood"

"Snow Elves" + "galen tipton"

"最後の楽園" (in english: "The Last Paradise") + "Haruomi Hosono"

"This Is My Beloved" + "Mort Garson"

"A Devil's Touch in the Midwest" + "Macabre Plaza"

"Silhouette" + "Pastel Ghost"

"lain" + "C4FF31N3"

"GOT UR NUMB3R" (v2) + "bugcried"

"Always Forever" + "Cults"

"Summerlove" (Scorccio Edit) + "S-Connection"

"Palmtree Panic" ('P' mix) + "SEGA SOUND TEAM"

"Gelato Beach" + "Arcade Player"

"Rhinestone Eyes" + "Gorillaz"

dividers by @/mordzine and @/waterinyourears

#playlists | ''This reminds me of someone...'' #kin playlist #kin music #playlist #shark kin #sharkkin #meowmeowmeowmeowmeoowmmeeeowmekfmifjodkojdo #shark otherkin #oceankin #seakin #sea kin #ocean kin #meeeeeow

[artsy-hobbitses]

Besides the code names, do the TTB characters have any other nicknames or terms of endearment for each other?

I can’t do a detailed list but off the top of my head;

Bumblebee/Benjamin: Baby Boy/Leprotto (Sunstreaker, ie. ‘little bunny’), Ahrairah (Jazz/Prowl), Benjie/Benjie Elliot (HotRod ie. his name + Billy Elliot)

Ratchet/Ronan: Ratch, Doc, Blackjack (Windblade, who introduces him to the show), Patch (Dinobots ie. skin graft on his face), Assclepius (Sunstreaker)

Prowl/Preston: Baobei (Jazz, ie. 'babe), Prick (Basically anyone not on good terms with him), Capn’ (Hotrod, respectfully after Prowl loses an eye and saves him from the Functionist Universe)

Jazz/Jace: Jayzee (Hotrod, from his initials 'Jace Zayden'), Jinwu (Prowl ie. ‘Golden Crow’ East Asian myth, meant to represent the sun)

Springer/Spencer: Hu Zi (Prowl/Jazz, ie. 'little tiger'), Spence, Mametaro (Windblade ie. 'bean boy' referring to his cuteness as a kid, bight green hair + unique origin), Cabbage Patch (HotRod ie. green hair + little fella + unique origin)

Mirage/Meirion: Merry (Hound), Casper (HotRod)

OP/Omar: Aul Man (HotRod), Glowstick Prime (Whirl), Al-Khattab (Shockwave)

First Aid/Fatima: Nightingale (Streetwise, referring to Florence Nightingale due to her bedside manner compared with Ratchet)

Alpha Trion/Aillard: Gandalf (Hotrod), Pagemaster

Arcee/Ai Xia: Aikira (HotRod/Windblade because GRANNY DOIN BIKE SLIDES BABY), Pohpoh (Younger folks, 'granny')

Sideswipe/Sergio: Fratellino (Sunstreaker), Tweedledee (Ratchet), Saif (First Aid, ie. 'Sword', as he's a frontliner), Enjy (HotRod ie. his 'Enjolras' coat), Barricade Boy (Mirage)

Sunstreaker/Serafino: Fratellone (Sideswipe), Tweedledum (Ratchet), Shamsir (First Aid ie. 'Sword', but also 'Sham' ie. 'Sun'), Lucifer/Lucy (StrongArm ie. his name, 'Angel' and his terrible demeanor)

StrongArm/Stella: White Dwarf (Sunny ie. her name--'Star'--her white hair and her short height), Evenstar (Sideswipe)

Kup/Kopisha: Bajyai (Springer, 'Grandma'), Harisa (Shockwave, ie. 'lioness')

Windblade/Wariko: Riko, Cara Mia (Starscream)

Chromia/Carina: Rina, Dora Milaje, Grace Jones

Drift/Dai: Deadman (Sunstreaker, his body count + ghost-seeing ability)

Starscream/Stefan: Red Baron, Pretty Bird (Shockwave), Uguisu (Windblade, 'Bush Warbler'), Pet (Windblade, not the way Tarn uses it but the way folks in Northeast England use it)

Ravage/Ramiro: Rami, Elskede (Laserbeak, ‘Beloved one’), Lapcat (Tarn), Bagheera (HotRod)

Laserbeak/Lara: Hot Topic (Hotrod), Mi Sol (Ravage, ‘My Sun’),

This is not comprehensive at all! I do have a cast of 40+ and the tangled relationship lines they weave between each other after all :'3 If you'd like to know about a specific person not named here, feel free to ask for that person specifically!

#inbox #save for later

[jovenshires]

i'm super curious about domo and i'd love to hear more about it! (ofc only if you want to tell)

ahhhh my beloved, my best friend, my domo. i won't go into heavy detail bc it's my baby and you're all just gonna have to read all currently 6k+ (though it's not halfway done yet and i have a sequel tentatively planned) when it comes out. BUT i also love talking so! vague spoilers for a future spommy fic called 'dancing on my own' ahead.

domo is no au of any kind, just set in the real, actual smoshverse. it is the Very first fic i started to write when i returned to writing for this fandom, right before i wrote and published 'the right side of my neck (still smells like you)'. literally the only reason i wrote right side is bc i had to take a break from domo bc it's so Heavy. like don't get me wrong. i love her. i started writing her for a reason (which i'll get into in a sec). but she's a lot, especially when she's the only thing you're writing at one time!

although i now write from tommy's pov all the time (literally don't know when i picked up that habit bc the first four wips i started were All spencer pov), at first i didn't think i could do it bc i just related to spencer agnew Too Hard, and that's what's at the core of domo. in that fic he is just god's lil angst puppet takin All the fuckin hits. sorry spence it had to be done. when i wrote 'baby you're a haunted house' in the og post i mentioned challenging myself to write from tommys pov just this once bc spencer does enough and its True. he puts in enough work in domo alone that he does not need to be tortured at any other time ever he gets a free pass KNDKFNKFNNF (note: i will not be exercising that free pass, sorry, we will be getting more fics from spencer's pov xoxo).

i consider myself a very... hopelessly romantic person. both of those words are equally important in measure, i mean - 'romantic' AND 'hopeless.' so let's just say those are both huge themes in this fic! smth smth projection! so expect a lot of pining, a lot of overthinking, and a lot of romanticizing everyday normal interactions xxx

i also wanted this fic to focus on friendships, so courtney and kiana both play a really huge part!! it's a lot of spencer's friends aggressively caring about his mental health in this one folks. eventually he'll learn to take care of himself but, you know. we all need a little help along the way now and again! writing kiana is SUPER fun and im glad i made the decision early on to have her feature heavily.

this fic also features various shoots of our favorite smosh shows, all of the smosh ensemble at one point or another, and, of course, some hand imagery. bc what would we be without it!

#ask #asks #spommy #domo #fic #shipping #anon #anonymous

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Criminal Minds 2x18 - Live Star Reaction

Sunny said this is one of her faves so I must do what I do best (babble incoherently

A THREEQUEL ????? We don't normally get a "Previously on" for this show

is SOMEONE gonna say something about how Reid is acting (besides Em and Derek, my beloveds)

getting killed by a natural disaster on the murder show is kinda super lame

did he just FAKE A SERIAL KILLER DEATH ??????

WILLIAM LEMON TANGO !!!! YEEAAAAHHH

"Til he kills again" Hotch really knows how to lighten up the mood

💜 Ethan 💜

Reid is being such a Dick to Emily specifically, idk if it's cause she's new so he doesn't trust her as much (he's reluctant to accept help and keeps lashing out but when Morgan pushed a little, Spence caved in and talked to him) or of something about her bothers him (like idk they're both the most brainy, some competitiveness that's been amped up cause of what happened)

Morgan doing a little ✌️ while being introduced in tHE MIDDLE OF AN ACTIVE CRIME SCENE (I love him so much, I actually can't stand it)

oh no he cut "Jones" into the wall, SORRY IM STUPID

I really like Lemon Tango SKSKSK he has such a Noir Detective Vibes

I never know if I'm being smart when I figured something out before the characters or if the show writers make it easier for the audience on purpose (not that I did this time but I have my big brained moments)

"Reid you scared me!" "always been one step ahead of you, man" yeah no, I agree with the fandom on this one KSKSKSKS

REID ???? ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE ?? THERE'S A ON GOING MURDER INVESTIGATION ???

"this is New Orleans, honey. It's a culture thing" JJ is stronger than me, I would've fucked this man in the middle of that full bar

"and this involves the case, how?" "it doesn't, I'm just flirting" 😶 sunny I think there might another request coming your way soon 😶

also Emily and Derek are my new favorite besties, I love their interactions so much <3

when they first referenced Jack the Ripper, I was gonna make a (probably not tasteful) "historical reparations" joke bUT YEAH NO KINDA EXACTLY THE ROUTE THEY'RE GOING

"What do we know about Female Serial Killers?" *has read exactly 1 book about them* not much *Reid mentions Aileen Wuornos* hEy I KNOW THAT ONE !

is it gonna be that woman in blue who sent Lemon Tango the drink?

I'll never remember his name right (Lamontagne ?)

SAY IT EMILY, GET HIS ASS (I know he went through a lot but someone needs to get his ass back into shape)

Breaking News: Man with the Worst Game Ever gets gutted in an alley (I wrote this before his body showed up, she actually dumped him in a alley)

JONES ?? J R ??? FUCKING JONES MAYHAPS ???? If this guy's name is Jones I'm gonna... Nevermind :3

Can we bring Elle back for one ep so she can shoot this guy too? (Jr guy)

It is the second time (that I remember) that Derek has called Garcia "mama" and I think I might have AO3 business to attend to later today (THESE TWO ARE KILLING ME SMALLS)

"Awn babygirl you never disappoint" 😩😩😩😩 HE STARTED TO SEDUCE ME, I STARTED TO BE SEDUCED BY HIM

William put his gun down and I literally let out an almost impressed gasp like "...Lemon Tango !" SKSKSLSK that's his name forever now

this ep makes me really sad, this actress is killing me, wE GONNA GET YOU SOME THERAPY BBY ! I feel really bad for cases like this one, literally so many people had a hand in those murders, it's not her fault

oh thank fucking god, it's finally Gideon Dad Time

"I'll never miss another plane again" good job baby <3 ily... nOW GO APOLOGIZE TO EMILY

I REALLY FUCKING LIKED THIS EPISODE !!

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i’m so happy for them

#ethan nestor #mika my beloved #baby spence #honeybee

[t4tmoreid]

wake up babes new polycule just dropped

#im right. think about it. i'm right #season one subby baby spence with dom elle and switch penelope........ i'm galaxy braining rn #spencer #penelope #elle #s1 #baby spencer my beloved <3 #pics #ap