Fandom:Criminal Minds Words: 4,061 Warning: mention of various deaths, description of certain ways of death Pairing:Luke Alvez / Penelope Garcia Characters:Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Emily Prentiss and David Rossi
The brief moment of humiliation came a few seconds too late. As the blinding colorful lights inside the nightclub shine against their faces, Penelope Garcia immediately covered her red, drunken face. “I didn’t mean it like that,” she waved her hands up in the air in front of them. “He’s just unbelievably annoying at times.”
Emily Prentiss laughed as she took a long sip of her martini. “Who are you talking about?” Her eyes scanned the nightclub, young active college kids were all over the dance floor. She has learned that she has gotten too old to be dancing like how they were. “Jennifer, do you know who she’s talking about?” She exchanged smirks with her as they both teased Penelope as if they don’t know what they’re talking about.
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders while drinking her beer. “Absolutely no idea.” The music in the nightclub started changing into one of those horrific loud EDM music. “Oh God, I forgot how music has changed so much over the years.”
“You make us sound so old, JJ.” Emily laughed. Her smile faded once she saw Penelope’s scorn expression. “Sweetie, he’s only annoying to you. JJ and I actually do find him pleasing to be with. He’s a wonderful addition to the team.” It’s been months, exactly seven months since Luke Alvez has joined the team. With his background in the Task Force and his knowledge on how fugitives think, he has been such a helpful addition. There is no doubt that he belongs with the team. The fact Penelope still feels this sort of resentment can only because she misses Derek Morgan, her bestfriend. “And sometimes, he’s always a good eye candy to look at.” Emily admitted with a smirk.
Penelope rolled her eyes. “Derek is a hundred times better looking than Alvez.”
“They both are,” JJ said. “But don’t you think Will is better?”
Emily lets out a laugh. “Ah, I keep forgetting that we have a married woman with us. No one can be compared to her husband.”
“I admit that Alvez is definitely eye candy but it doesn’t matter. He’ll leave soon.” Penelope said while finishing off her martini.
“Leaving?” JJ knit her eyebrows in confusion as she turned to Emily. “He’s being transferred?”
Emily shook her head. “No. As Unit Chief, I would know something about it. As of right now, there is no information about transferring him anywhere.” She looked at Penelope, eyeing her with a joking glare. “Don’t think about doing anything within the system with your computer skills.”
Penelope gasped as if she was offended. “Fine.”
JJ laughed. “I have to get home. Will’s been watching the kids for a week. Should get home so he can have his rest.” She got up from the booth and groaned. “Wow. We must be old. I only drank twice and I can feel it already.”
“Bye.” Penelope waved. “What are we going to do now? Girl’s night with only two people? Doesn’t seem like it’ll be any fun.”
“Of course not.” Emily got up and exhaled. “It’s close to two in the morning, P. We have work tomorrow, don’t forget.” She grabbed hold of Penelope’s arm to pull her up. “Come on, you drank less than me. You’re driving.”
“What do we have?” David Rossi asked as he walked into the conference room with a cup of coffee in hand.
Penelope turned the monitor on before she closed her eyes. “Local.” Clicking on a button from the remote, five different images of five different people appeared on screen. “Each body were found a month apart from each other. Severely dehydrated and I don’t know if you can tell the difference,” she pulled up five different images of the victims. “Before and after.”
Spencer Reid looked up at the screen. “Fragile and weak, skinny to the bones. Whoever did this didn’t feed them.” He looked at his own tablet, skimming through the images in a matter of seconds. “No torture, nothing. The only harm that was done is starvation?”
“That’s rare.” Emily pointed out. “Unsub doesn’t get off on harming but watching the victims slowly die in a month?”
“This doesn’t make sense,” Spencer said. “An average person can only survive without food for two weeks before dying. Two or three days without water. If the Unsub is holding these victims captive, there had to be food or drinks assumed by the victims.”
JJ nodded her head in agreement. “How long were they missing when they’re bodies came up?”
Request: Could I
possibly request a spencer reid x deaf reader? Were she works at the bau and
spencer tries to protect her because she’s deaf. Fluffy is possible? Sorry
being deaf I’d love to see a character like me. Thank you!
Pairing: Reid x
Triggers/Warnings: Crime Scene Description
A/N: Darling, of course, anything for you my sweet. I am
actually fluent in sign language myself and may I say it is quite a beautiful
way to communicate! Love this idea, thank you for requesting! Keep em’ coming!
The crime scene photos were gruesome. Black and blue bodies
draped over rocky shore lines and woodland areas. The bastard of a killer had
finally been caught and was now facing charges. Unfortunately, you had the
wonderful job of collecting all the photos of the victims.
You grimaced at the pictures and then began to recall how
the killer had been found. The team ended up finding out that he was working at
a local bookstore in Cleveland, Ohio; where all the killings took place. It was
awful to see how someone so normal could be so malevolent.
He attempted to make a break for it when the police cars
rolled up to his apartment, but Derek managed to shoot him right in the leg.
You snickered to yourself, recalling how Emily was complaining about how the
gunshot had “broken her eardrums”.
One of the better things about being a part of the FBI and
being deaf was that the loud, bizarre noises didn’t affect you. Of course, not
having your hearing, you had to step up a little, but you were pretty much the
smartest one on the team. Well, Spencer was more likely the brightest one out
of all of you, but you had worked hard and earned your place.
Spencer Reid. The name made you shiver and your stomach
twirl. The first time you locked eyes with him was on your first day at the
BAU. He, of course, knew fluent sign language, which you thought was incredibly
smart, but you were very efficient at reading lips, so you already knew what he
Honestly, everyone on the team was fascinated by how easily
you functioned. To them, not having your hearing had brought out all your other
senses and they considered you much stronger than all of them.
Gripping the photos tightly by your side, not even giving
them one more glance, you flounced off to the copier to make more copies for
the others to have in their reports.
You were almost there, the machine in your view, when an
older gruff looking man body slammed into you. You collapsed onto the floor and
let out a cry of pain.
Staring up at the man in anger, you saw that he was yelling
and looked very upset. His lips were moving too fast for you to read them and,
clearly, he didn’t possess the skills to know sign language.
Derek quickly came up behind the man and escorted him out of
the building. You could feel yourself beginning to cry. The embarrassment
displayed itself on your cheeks as everyone was looking at you.
You buried your face in your hands, but then felt the gentle
touch of someone, grazing your wrist.
Spencer was looking at you with his soft, doughy brown eyes.
He gave you a sweet smile.
“You okay?” he spoke to you.
You nodded and he helped you up to your feet. The two of you
walked outside to get some air. Spencer always made you feel comfortable and at
ease. He wasn’t a violent person. Quite the opposite actually, but that’s why
you always felt so safe around him. You could always be yourself no matter what
when he was nearby.
You both stood there on the sidewalk, not talking, just
staring out into the busy roads with cars flying by every second.
You were watching a black truck zoom by as you felt a warm,
soft sensation on your left cheek.
You turned towards Spencer, who was smiling sheepishly. Your
heart began racing as you lost control of your body and pushed yourself up
His lips pressed against yours, your arms wrapping around
his neck and his cuddling your waist. The kiss was passionate as if all your
bottled up feelings were being spewed out.
Pulling away, Spencer gave you a genuine look of love.
“Wanna grab some lunch?”
You didn’t have to be able to hear to know that his voice
had stuttered a bit and he barely managed to get out that question.
Nodding your head, he grinned and laced his fingers through
yours and you felt that same bolt of electricity rush up your spine. No one
else could ever make you feel like that.
Request: Do one where Spencer is in love with the Reader
My first one! Thanks for the request!
It was late. You sat there typing away on your laptop. This
report felt like it was sucking the life out of you. You had been at it for
hours and the rest of the team had already packed up and left.
“Go home and get some rest Y/N,” Hotch tiredly staggered
down the stairs.
You snickered as he yawned and he stared at you with a stern
“I mean it,” he grumbled.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m
almost done,” you waved him off and spun back around to your desk. Unfortunately,
you had said the exact same thing to Morgan when he left.
Thirty minutes had passed by since Hotch left and the only
thing lighting up the office was your stunningly bright screen. Typing up the last sentence, you remembered
this case as it passed through your mind. The unsub was a woman hairdresser who
would choose a customer, stalk them, and eventually slit their throats. She actually
attempted to run when the SWAT Team surrounded her, crazy bitch.
Someone cleared their throat behind you and you jumped out
of your seat, the thoughts of the case washed from your mind instantly. You
whirled around scanning the office for the culprit until your eyes landed on
Spencer Reid. He was standing there with his messenger bag
wrapped around him, his shaggy hair was draping over his head and even though
it was dark, the computer screen allowed you to see his droopy eyes.
“Oh…sorry Y/N,” he stammered. “I didn’t know anyone else was
here.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking sheepish.
You shrugged, “Surprise!”
Spencer gave a small smile, peeking at you through his
bangs. He eyes darted down to the floor and he shuffled his feet.
“You okay?” you questioned. You felt nervous, Spencer was
possibly the sweetest guy in the world and he meant everything to you. The
first time you laid eyes on him, you practically fell head over heels for him.
You hung on his every word, every fact, and every smile. And now here he was;
tired and alone.
He nodded and slowly approached you, hands still buried in
his pockets. “I heard you’re still working on that report,” he jerked his head
towards your laptop.
You plopped back down in your chair, feeling useless. Throwing
back your head, you groaned and covered your face.
“I only just finished and I’m exhausted, Spence.” You were
the only one on the team who called Spencer by his first name. He never seemed
to mind and always looked puzzled when you called him Reid.
He didn’t say anything; he just walked closer and leaned
against your desk, facing you.
You looked up into his doughy, brown eyes for what seemed
like an eternity before he reached down and brushed your cheek with his hand.
You felt your heart begin to race.
He bit his lip. “Did you know it takes less than four
minutes to decide whether or not you have feelings for someone,” He then
chuckled. “It only took me about two.”
“Wha-what are you-“ you struggled to stammer out the words
before he slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.
It felt like your heart had just exploded. Your eyes
fluttered shut as you passionately kissed him back.
He pulled away, “I’m sorry Y/N, I-I just…um,” He stuttered.
With a giggle, you pounced out of your chair and threw your arms around his
neck and pulled him into an intense kiss. His tongue collided with yours as his
hand rested below your ear and his thumb caressed your cheek. His lips were
soft and he was so gentle and cute. His hands got tangled in your hair and then
they slowly moved down your body until he was rolling his hips into yours. You
let out a soft moan, but Spencer silenced you by once again crashing his lips
into yours. There was no space between you two and you were sure he could hear
your heartbeat. You ran your fingers down his spine and inhaled sharply. He
began nuzzling your neck with delicate kisses, causing you to giggle due to you
He stopped and looked up at you before grinning, “Stop it.”
You cocked your head in confusion, “What?”
“You’re so adorable,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around
your waist. He then, surprisingly, lifted you up onto your desk and placed
himself in-between your legs.
You squealed with a smile, never feeling so happy.
“Y/N, I love you,” he spoke so clearly as if he had
practiced saying it a hundred times. Before letting you respond, he then kissed
you again, but this time much softer and sweeter. You never wanted to pull
Everyone gets my name wrong and now I just deal with it but there’s this new coffee shop where you work and when I ordered a coffee you wrote my name right for the FIRST TIME EVER AND NOW I THINK I LOVE YOU MARRY ME?
So… Is there a fanfiction of this already? can you direct me to it? Or can someone please write it?
Request: I was wondering if you could make me a Reid x reader smut where
Reid is shy out in public about PDA but dominant in the bedroom?
Explicit Language, Rough Sex
A/N: Sure thing hunbuns! Keep those requests coming! Xoxo My first Reid x Reader imagine was pretty successful, so I really hope you enjoy this one too!
You lingered in the elevator, practically hopping up and
down, waiting to jump out. You weren’t sure why you were so hyper. You just
couldn’t wait to lock eyes with him again. His curly hair perfectly framed his
strong jaw line. The feel of his sweet, soft lips. The way he smiled.
You were so lost in thought, daydreaming of your boyfriend
Spencer Reid that you were extremely startled when the elevator chimed and the
two locking metals doors began to rip apart.
You skipped out and made your way towards the two glass
doors, peering in. A broad smile formed on your lips as you yanked the handle
of the doors.
With a flip of your hair, you coolly walked across the
bustling office, the sharp ring of the phones making you feel a little on edge.
Just before he was within your reach, someone jumped in front of you.
“Ah, ah, ah. Sorry babygirl, pretty boy is all mine,” Derek
Morgan kidded with you.
You rolled your eyes with a smirk and playfully pushed him
aside. Spencer was in the middle of a conversation with Hotch, who for once was
kind of smiling. You couldn’t really tell with him.
You didn’t want to interrupt, but Hotch soon abruptly walked
away in a hurry, judging by the piercing noise echoing through his office, you
could guess his phone was ringing. Perfect timing!
You flounced towards your boyfriend, quickly pressing a kiss
to his cheek.
“Hey Spence!” you chirped. He look stunned and kind of shy.
“Y/N hey,” he wrapped his arms around you and gently placed
a kiss on your forehead. A chuckle from behind you caused him to pull away.
“PDA Reid, PDA!” Derek threw his hands up as if in surrender.
Spencer scowled and gripping your arm, not harshly, he pulled you away to the
“Uh- you want some coffee?” he stammered. You pressed your
lips together, thinking how adorable he is when he’s shy.
“No thanks babe,” you replied. “Hey…do you want me to go?”
He swiveled towards you, looking almost upset. “No no, Y/N.
I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just …get nervous when the team
is around and you’re here. I don’t want them to make you…well feel weird and
then want to leave. I mean statistics show that when one partner feels - “
You shut him up by cupping his face in your hands and
kissing him lightly before pulling away and grinning. He blushed and wrapped
his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.
“You’ll pay for that later,” he whispered seductively in
your ear. A chill ran throughout your whole body and your muscles went limp.
You tried to play it off by slyly responding; “Okay what you’ll spank me?” you
He cocked his head with a devilish smirk and shrugged his
shoulders and you held in a gasp and when sneakily pinched your butt.
When you left Quantico later on, you were immensely turned
on and could barely wait for Spencer to arrive at your place.
A knock at the door made you jump. You gave your hair one
last brush and pulled your T-Shirt back over your head, feeling satisfied with
the sexy black lace bra you chose.
Approaching the door, you felt nervous, but confused. You
pulled the door open until he was perfectly in picture.
You snickered, “Hey since when do you knock?”
Spencer pulled his messenger bag off his shoulders and threw
it somewhere on the floor in your apartment before practically throwing himself
“Shut up beautiful,” he said breathlessly before his lips
collided with yours.
He kicked the door shut and spun you around and pressed you
up against it, beginning to tear off your clothes. He wasted no time in ripping your shirt off
your torso and stopping when his eyes landed on your bra.
He raised his eyebrows and that same devilish smile from
before appeared, “Damn.” He spoke only before once again locking his lips with
yours. His tongue swirled around in your mouth and you were too distracted by
the intense makeout session you two were engaged in to notice he had not only
taken off your pants, but his own.
You disconnected the kiss and yanked off his shirt as he
scooped you up in his arms and hurried into your bedroom, not bothering to shut
He laid you down on the bed; Spencer was dominant, but
You could feel his buldge rubbing up against your thigh as
you continued to kiss him. He grinded into you, starting slow and then speeding
up, rolling his hips into yours roughly.
“Oh-oh Spencer please,” you begged him. You wanted him. To
feel him inside of you. For him to control you and take you over.
He nibbled on your neck, dressing it in soft kisses and
small marks of affection. After what seemed like eternity, his boxers finally
hit the floor.
A rush of energy surged through your body. It hurt, having
all of him inside of you, thrusting deeper and deeper. A small gasp escaped
your lips, causing Spencer to kiss you again, as if telling you to be quiet. He
just was too nice to say it.
With each push, you felt like you were going to explode. “Sp-Spence,
I’m gonna cu-“ you attempted to speak, but you couldn’t make out the words. He didn’t
answer, he just kissed you again and continued fucking you.
You then couldn’t help it and moaned out with pleasure. Your
body was full of him and he was all you wanted and needed.
He pulled out and then pulled you on top of him. “Ride me,”
You licked your lips, his dominance turning you on even
more. You began to bounce up and down on his hard member, groaning each time, your
juices making his cock slick. You picked up the pace, riding him faster and
“Fuck Y/N,” Spencer screamed. You felt warmth flow out from
your pussy as you released onto his dick. He followed by releasing inside of
you, feeling the cum pour into you.
You rolled off him and laid down next to him.
“I’m hungry,” you started laughing. “I’m making pizza, you
in?” you reached down and picked up his shirt, buttoning it up.
He got up as well and came up behind you. He wrapped his
arms around your waist and kissed your cheek.
“I love you more than anything Y/N.”
Those words made you the happiest girl in the
world and they always would.
Summary: You’re kidnapped by an unsub, but dying isn’t what you’re afraid of. All you’re worried about is leaving Spencer alone.
Warning: graphic depictions of violence, angst
It wasn’t dying you were afraid of. It was leaving Spencer alone. The thought terrified you more than any horrific end you could possibly meet in your line of work. Spencer was your everything, your sun and moon, the light of your life. You knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself without you. He’d lost too much already, losing you would be a final blow you knew he couldn’t take. You’d come close in the past. A bomb threat, a car accident while in pursuit, physical threats from unsubs here and there. But this was different. You knew you weren’t making it out of this alive.