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the team is chasing the sickest murderers to ever live meanwhile these two on the phone sexually harassing each other

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Cockblock and a half
summary: your boss keeps calling at the most inconvenient time, right when youâre on the edge of the highest pleasure. finally, you get your retribution.Â
warnings: MDNI, smut, non protective PIV (wrap it!), slight overstim, slight dumbificafion, oral f!receiving, fingering. Â
wc: 5.5k
Delicate fingers trail up from your ankle, dragging from calf to knee. Leaving a wake of goosebumps behind. Your hips jump forward and a light sigh crawls from your lips. Impatiently, you pull his hand up and rip down your own underwear, and finally, fingers push into you.
Your eyes squeeze close and youâre not quiet this time, a loud squeak comes from the back of your throat. A desperate hand grabs onto his forearm, gripping hard as your back arches off the mattress, the cool air rushing in and sticking to the warmth on your skin.
âOh my god!â You sigh.
His thumb jumps up, rubbing deep, round circles around your clit, just skirting the edge, enough to make your eyes roll back. Your abs jerk you forward as you creep closer to the edge, pulling his torso down to meet yours, teeth sinking into his shoulder, leaving a line of red indents. This muffles the loud cry that leaves you. It was like you were running towards the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off and dive into a sea of endless pleasure.
Suddenly, the enjoyable fantasy you were bathing in was cut short. The loud blaring ringtone seemed to bounce off the walls of your dates bedroom, and you woke up from your dream. It was an awful sound, pulling you into harsh reality, like being doused with ice cold water and you jolt up, pushing the poor guy down.
His fingers slide out of you as you scramble down to the floor, where your phone was still screaming at you from your jean pocket. Pulling it out, you look at the screen in grave displeasure. The one name you didnât want to read at two am on a Friday night, after a successful date.
âHotch.â Your eyes shut as you wait for the dreaded words to come through the phone.
âWe have a case, be here asap.â His gravely voice scratches down your back like nails on a chalkboard.
hits different
michael robinavitch x reader (primarily)
aaron hotchner x reader
Robby doesnât know how good heâs got it.
Thatâs what Dana tells him. Thatâs what Jack tells him. And none of his residents will say it to his face, but he can see the disappointed judgement in their eyes when you walk away from him, smiling to yourself like a schoolgirl with a crush, while he thinks of the best way to let you down easy.
Your seven weeks were almost up.
And you were amazing. Really, you were. But Robby couldnât help the feeling in his chest when you start calling him Michael more often or when you look at him like maybe he isnât all that broken. Itâs like a weight in his chest, fluid in his lungs that has to be drained, a tumor that must be resected before it does more damage.
So that was his sign to pull the trigger on what was becoming a lovely relationship, one that Caleb had offhandedly expressed support for. âSheâs good for you. Makes you laugh. Doesnât let you indulge in your self-depreciating tendencies.â Robby would hit him with a fly swatter if he could.
Everything was planned in the back of his head. Heâd walk you home after this shift, slowly bring up the topic of âneeding to focus on himselfâ as you apartment building came into view, and violaâŚhe would burn another bridge that was built too close to his heart, where his feelings for you were becoming too big for him to handle.
But those plans disappeared into thin air when an FBI unit showed up to his emergency department in search of an attempted murder victim. More specifically, when you were stitching a minor wound on their unit chief, clearly enamored with his dark hair and his pretty brown eyes and his no nonsense attitude.
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summary : spencer wants to put an end to the teasing and attempts to set him up during a night out. so, he blurts out his bigest secret - involving a mysterious woman, the promise of forever, and a tiny vegas chapel word count : 1.5k pairings : spencer reid x secret wife! reader (highschool sweethearts, hidden relationship) notes : based on this request, hope u like it !!
âcome on, pretty boyâ morgan laughs out in reaction to spencerâs hundredth glare heâs thrown at his colleague since the beginning of the evening. âlive a little. the bar is full of girls and youâre staying here with tolstoy ?â
he points to the book on his lap, that spencer thought heâd made a good job at concealing.
âitâs pushkin,â reid mumbles under his breath in correction.
the abrupt beat drop cuts off their conversation and he finally releases a breath, right before a quite drunk and giggly emily decides to add in.
âyeah, and heâs pushing !â
and really, he was.
actually, everyone tonight seemed to be doing nothing but pushing spencer to the edge, making him lose all of his very minimal leftover patience after this weekâs case. going out with the team was supposed to lighten up their mood, and let them bond over drinks and a fun time.
but it was all he hated. loud music, sticky hands and the heavy smell of sweat in a room full of people he couldnât care less about. simply being here felt like the biggest chore for him, when all he wanted was to be home.
home, where you were.
his thoughts wandered to you, a predictable path heâd learned not to resist anymore. in the quiet of your shared apartment, far away from the bar and its buzzing energy, you were probably curled up on the couch right now, waiting for him to come back.
fingers clenching reflexively against his emotional support copy of the captainâs daughter - the second hand one, he wouldnât dare take the special edition heâd gotten from you to a bar, of all places - he closed his eyes.
breathe in, and out.
five things he can see - the table with its empty glasses, reflecting the light of the dusty disco ball. a half full ashtray, the girlsâ purses he was supposed to keep an eye on, where were the girls ? his own messenger bag, his cardigan thrown over the chair.
âhey, reid !â jj shouts over the music, coming back with another round of drinks, the glasses are full this time. for now.
âcute girl over there at the bar keep staring at you !â she says in attempt to lighten things up.
donât look up, itâs no bother. sheâs not her anyway.
four things he can smell - alcohol, strong and biter. sweat, cigarette smoke, hand sanitizer.
when he does turn to look around, all of the team is back in time for refreshments. sitting back down around their little table, cramped in the booth and its leather seats, he tries to drown out the thoughts.
âyou know,â emily slurs right into his ear âtheyâre right⌠you deserve to allow yourself to have a good time, genius.â
and her intentions are nice, although masked by a fair share of alcohol. all of his friends only want the best for him, after all⌠if only they knew.
penelope chimes in, giddy at the fact that her favourite topic on earth - spencerâs love life, or lack thereof - found its way to the table.
âhey, be nice to him !â she warns, pointing an accusatory finger towards emily. âwe know reid can pull, thatâs a given. the only reason he doesnât is because he refuses to waste his time on people who don't deserve him... like the absolute diva he is.â
three things he can hear - morgan chuckling. because obviously, the last part was directed to him. another stupid techno song coming on. and glasses clinking.
âcheers to that, kiddos !â rossi winks.
spencer takes ahold of his drink, trying to keep himself busy with the glass instead of spilling any lemonade - or secrets he'd later regret.
the cold beverage soothes his throat, helping him stay focused on something other than the heavy gazes currently piercing right through him. a few feet away at the bar, those girls weren't exactly subtle about staring at him. such a neat looking guy, with silky chocolate curls and an almost shy slender figure, stood out from the friday night crowd.
breathe in, and out.
it's all too much, he can't handle it anymore. his hands reach for the wallet in his back pocket, he'll just pay and leave. mutter something about a migraine, and finally head far away from here.
"you know," morgan adds, unaware his palm on spencer's shoulder does nothing but fuel his inner panic and send him into further turmoil. "one of these days, we might just have to forcefullly introduce you to someone. 'bet the girls over there would love to be that someone."
"enough !"
he doesn't hear himself speak. ears ringing from the atrocious music he can't bear anymore, he feels as if he was floating outside of his body.
nothing could've prevented him from what he said next.
"i already have a someone, okay ?" sharp, the tone he uses is unlike him, and surprises all of them. "and i don't need you to tell me what to do, or who to be with. i'm not a kid, i'm married !"
if a disco ball had a soul, pretty sure the one above his head would look down at him and sigh, reflecting nothing but the cutting fragments of the frustration he emanates.
the truth needs to be faced.
but the truth, no matter how beautiful and real, didn't exactly need to come out tonight, when alcohol and teasing had taken over all of his friends. he saw it in the way penelope stilled, jj's jaw dropped, and emily's stoicism turned into wide eyes and raised brows.
only hotch stayed his usual calm, collected self. he'd seen the marital status on spencer's file ages ago, and never bothered to mention it again. after all, a good profiler didn't need to see a ring - they all should've read into spencer's mysterious phone calls in empty conference rooms, and meticulously packed lunches covered in pink sticky notes.
however, no one seemed to care that much. enough, at least, to figure out he was married.
"...since. when." questions penelope, whose heavy bracelets jingle when she covers her mouth with her hands.
spencer's answer comes dry, fumbling with the wallet he'd just taken out. meticulously, he pulls out a small picture he'd carefully kept tucked away for, well, ages.
"since... ever ?" he attempts, head tilting shyly. "the wedding in vegas took place two thousand and sixty seven days ago. but technically, we've been together since before i joined the bau. i was seventeen," he corrects factually.
seventeen when the stars aligned, the universe granting him what would become his anchor in the sea, his shelter during the storm. at the mention of a wedding, memories of a rainy summer night led by impulsive decisions rushes back. he'd never been one to act precipitately, but the decision you two had made that night, he'd never regretted.
none of them can believe what heâs saying, looking at him as if heâd just taken a bomb out of his messenger bag and displayed it right there, on the sticky wooden table.
âMARRIED ? IN VEGAS ?â
then, it's kind of all a blur. he vaguely remembers showing the tiny black and white photograph to them, ears turning slightly pink. a plethora of questions hit him, to which he answers obligedly. as hard as it is to admit, spencer likes to be able to talk about you without any barriers, for once.
"do you guys live together ?"
"how come we've never met her ?"
"does she know you don't talk about it at work ?"
"is she a cat or a dog person ?"
all of a sudden, it seems as if they all want to know the most uninteresting and mundane aspects of his life, each question more surprising than the last - the latter coming from a very thrilled penelope, buzzing with some sort of girl power energy and from a lot of cocktails.
two things he can smell - curiosity, strong and pulsating through them. an imminent desire to crawl back to your safe arms.
then, the floodgates open, and he lets it all out. he mentions the first day of highschool, how lost and lonely he felt. his mother's trips to the hospital, your hand in his everytime. a shy kiss on the mouth after graduating, the one of many not so shy ones. summer vacations to his birth state. a guy dressed as elvis. i do's and cheap rings a size too small.
when spencer's heart feels lighter and the adrenaline subsides, he promises everyone he'll introduce you to them. then, he wastes no time calling a cab for his drunken friends whose inebriety he feels deeply grateful for - he knows he'll ned to face the remarks later, but it gives him some time - and rushes home.
stairs, fifteen steps. his key in the lock.
the door opens to you, half asleep and smiling brightly. you're wearing one of his shirts thatâs a little too big for you, slightly showing your shoulder. the sound of his familiar footsteps made your earls perk up.
"they know," he blurts out, arms wrapping desperately around your waist. "i told them everything, i couldn't hold it anymore"
giggling, you don't ask. simply lean into him and laugh, because you figured it out the minute you saw his distraught expression.
one thing he can taste - your soft lips against his.
a/n : donât forget to reblog and comment if you enjoyed reading !! love u mwah mwah
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Your Five Truthsš
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader Summary: You have five simple truths. But when your relationship and your life are put on the line, you start to question what you believe in anymore. Warnings: reader is a bau tech analyst, serious angst, aaron is being mean, big argument, mentions of haley's death, references to foyet arc, home invasion, graphic descriptions of violence Words: 3.5K
Masterlist | Part 2
a/n: there will be a part 2.

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been thinkin about Hotch and his terribly terribly shy!gf and meeting the team and they all tease her because sheâs so shy and sweet and girly and Hotch is so manâ˘ď¸. sheâs getting all flustered and hiding behind hotch and heâs lowkey giggling to himself because awh he loves herrrrr
I've been working on this for soooooo long it's been sitting in my drafts marinating so i'm not sure how it turned out but i remember having a lot of fun with it at the time and hop it turned out not too bad :') thank you for submitting <33
Aaron Hotchner x shy!reader who meets the team [1.8k words]
CW: fem!reader, drinking taking place, laughs at Hotch's expense, fluff
Davidâs not too proud to admit that he carefully orchestrated tonightâs events. In fact, heâs rather proud of himself.Â
It has been a long, long time since heâs seen his friend and colleague so happy, so relaxed. He wouldnât go so far as to call Aaron Hotchner laid back by any means, but David could admit that this was about as close to care-free he thinks the man might ever come, and heâs glad for it.
He also knew there was a reason for it.Â
And when the gentle approach â which had seen David inviting the team to dinner parties on multiple occasions with very clear instructions to bring their partners â didnât work, and the one-on-one approach â where David formally invited Aaron to bring his mysterious lover by to meet the team â failed, well, letâs just say this old bag of bones still had a few tricks up his sleeves.Â
yeah hold me back
#boybandreid is something else