House Of Black Part 6

How They'd Do You |Naruto Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Madara Uchiha, and Naruto Uzumaki.

Summary: How they are in bed.

Warnings: NSFW. Mentions of sex and foreplay. Breeding kink, breast and nipple play, head, etc.

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Sasuke Uchiha

Sasuke isn't one to give up control very easily, especially when he's in any sort of vulnerable state.

More often than not, he's on top of you, forcing your legs against your chest and not holding anything back as he thrusts into you.

On the rare occasion he allows you to top, he's still 100% in control. He always ends up taking over towards the end when he can't take it anymore. His release is close, and something in his brain is begging him to rail you.

He wouldn't be into actual choking in fear he'd lose control of his strength, but he's not afraid to use your neck as a handle of sorts to keep your body from moving too much.

Hes the embodiment of a breeding kink.

He's close to his end. He places his hand on your stomach and forces his seed in you.

If he's still got stamina, he's pushing you onto your hands and knees for round two, ass high up in the air.

"Not a single drop spills. Got it?"

Emergency contraceptive is your best friend, but let's be real. It fails sooner rather than later based on the sheer amount you rely on it.

Kakashi Hatake

Foreplay king. He loves head, both giving and receiving, sometimes even at the same time. Nipple play, fingering, whatever it is you're needing, he's providing.

Passionate.

When he does share his mind, it's never a light matter, and sex is no different.

Kissing, hand holding, praising - it's all a very important part of the act for him. He's pouring his heart and soul into you every time you're together.

But don't get it wrong, he's still a man. Those sweet nothings and soft whispers about how much he loves you quickly turn into dirty talk.

"You're such a good girl."

"You look so pretty wrapped around my cock."

"You're mine, you know that?"

He definitely sticks his fingers in your mouth.

After a certain point, he let's his dick do the thinking for him. You don't mind one bit.

He's all about aftercare. Rags or showers or just physical contact, whatever you want, he's got it. He knows he's not always the best at taking care of you, but this is one instance where he's confident about what he's doing.

Shikamaru Nara

My man is lazy and that doesn't change, even in the bedroom.

He usually doesn't go down on you but enjoys when you sit on his face. He'll wrap his arms around to grip your thighs. He's never one to turn down head but doesn't really make foreplay a priority.

Some might call him a pillow princess at first glance, but it's deeper than that. He has the control, he just let's you do the work most of the time.

You may be on top, but his strong grip and guiding fingers tell you exactly what to do.

Sometimes, he doesn't care for the pleasantries that come with dragging it out. He'll nestle between your legs and let his head dip down to your neck.

Lazy thrusts, but that's fine. Deeper is always better than faster.

He doesn't really do dirty talk, but he's definitely not silent. He's vocal, always groaning, maybe he'll tell you that he loves you if he's feeling a certain way.

Madara Uchiha

Most of the time, he's hate fucking you.

There's no time for foreplay when he's immediately slamming you against the wall when he gets home.

Despite all the anger radiating off of him as he mercilessly thrusts into you, he's calling you the sweetest nicknames he can think of. Love or Darling or something of the sort.

He always finishes inside. You're not sure if he's just too busy letting his frustration out to think, or if he's actively trying to get you pregnant.

It's both... sort of. For him, anger is just passion and fuel. It has nothing to do with his actions. He's pumping you full of his cum because he likes to claim you. He wants you to bare his children. He wants people to know you're his.

Aftercare isn't as straightforward for him. He's not offering to clean you up, but he tries to find ways to subtly apologize for turning you into a toy.

Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto runs on pure instinct in every aspect of his life.

He's doing what feels right in the moment and confirming it with you if it's something he's unsure about. (Consent is key).

He's a people pleaser. He's always making sure he takes care of you before he even thinks about himself. Eating you out, fingering, breast play, whatever you want.

He's sloppy. It's just something that always emerges with him. He's placing wet kisses on your neck, his hand placement can sometimes be a bit awkward, but it all adds to the experience.

His head gets so foggy with love and lust that he honestly can't think straight. The way his body takes control and he ravages you in an almost primal way, it's to die for.

finnick would definitely get drunk on eating reader out 🤭

i couldn’t agree more!!

he starts off so arrogant though; probably has more self confidence than he should. he likes to take his time with it because the impatient little sounds that come out of your pretty mouth make his brain go haywire. he’ll completely avoid touching your clit until you’re writhing and bucking against him and there’s a growing wet patch underneath you from where you’re leaking everywhere. then he’ll raise his head and give you his cheekiest grin. ‘you need to learn some patience, sweet girl,’ he’d coo teasingly. 100% clicks his tongue if you just keep moving around.

so he thinks he can finally do it, can finally drag this out and keep you on the edge for as long as possible but then you’re whining his name, close to the edge of tears from all the teasing and that’s his weak spot - hearing that half sob, half moan of his name. ‘relax sweetheart,’ he’d murmur before pressing a light kiss against where he’s been avoiding. ‘you’ll get what you want.’

and after your first orgasm you’d think he’d stop but he’s got a taste for it now. such a sweet reward for all his hard work and he wants it again. lays a heavy arm over your lower stomach when the overstimulation kicks in and you keep twitching away. likes to spit onto your clit and watch it dribble down, only to swipe it up on his thumb and use it to rub slow circles into that sensitive spot. you can only watch as he brings you closer to his mouth, pretty eyes fluttering shut as he kisses lazily at your folds. doesn’t even bother to nudge your thighs back apart when they clamp around his head.

then there’s the noises. the little hums that make your back arch off the sheets. the filthy wet noises that your pussy makes when his tongue flicks into your hole. finnicks moans when you warn him that you’re gonna cum again. from the noises he makes you’d think it’s him that was being pleasured but from his perspective he is. he ruts his hips occasionally against the mattress but eating you out gets him off more than anything and even once he’s made himself all sticky he’d still want more. ‘another one,’ he’d urge desperately, his eyes all blown out and glazed, his chin and lips so wet it makes you blush. ‘just one more baby, please.’

katsuki and his sleepy, grouchy, wild-haired little girl in the morning 🥺 she stumbles after him into the kitchen and smushes her face into his thigh, whining out a grumpy hmm! sound when he tries to shake her off.

it's only when he asks her, "y'want somethin' to eat?" that she finally peeks up at him, eyes barely open and pout fat. she draws back enough to accept the slice of banana he offers before wrapping her arms around his leg and dipping down to hide again.

katsuki snickers, unable to help himself when she makes another frustrated sound and turns back up to him, mouth open like a baby bird. "what a brat, just like y'r mama."

she stomps on his toes, at that, muffling her full-mouthed laugh into his sweatpants.

Untouchable - Five Hargreeves

You can find the 2 request here: anonymous 1, anonymous 2.

Resume: The villain falls in love with the girl.

Trope: “ Who did this to you?” “Touch her and you are dead.” “i´ll find you in every lifetime”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings:  A LOT OF ANGST, swearing,  mention of death, blood,  fight between the Hargreeves and the Sparrows,a little enemies to lovers in the end,  fluff, SMUT, degrading talk.

Word count: 15k.

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Hobie x afab!reader (smut)

Imagine..

Hobie is fucking you from behind, the tip of his cock reaching parts you didn't even know existed. You're lying on your stomach, your legs and arms widely spread, letting Hobie fully take control. He notices the way you get all sloppy, the way you're fucked out, your eyelids fluttering close. Your moans are muffled by the pillow your face is in.

He takes a handful of your hair, pulling you back so your face is no longer squashed into a pillow. He takes pride in making you all cockdrunk for him. "Already so fucked out and I didn't even make you cum yet" he speaks, sucking on your sweet spot on your neck. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. He notices the way your moans slowly fade into broken words. You try to talk, but the words aren't forming as everything you say turns into pathetic whimpers.

"What is it sweetheart? Talk t'me" you can basically feel his wide grin. You collect all of your last energy to finally give him your wish. "H-ha.. nghh— harder!" He almost halts for a moment. "Wha'? Baby you're almost fallin' apart beneath me, I'm afraid you'll pass out if I do any more" he chuckles, but as he hears your unaudible protests he gives in, fucking you at a gut wrenching pace. Your knuckles turn white as you grip into the sheets while Hobies hand is still gripping into your hair to force you to look up.

"Not with me luv" he grumbles as he takes both of your hands and pulls them together with one of his hands. His huge palm is able to hold both of your wrists together. His hips start to stutter as he feels himself coming closer to his high, along with you — and no longer after you're squirting on his cock while he pulls out to cum all over your pussy, moaning at the sight of his and your juice mixing together.

His fingers come down to your cunt to collect the juice, but you're squirming away from him. "Ts too much!"

""Ts too much!" He mocks as he laughs. "Calm down, I'm not doin' any more, sweetheart." and his softer side comes back as he kisses all over you, taking you in his arms to get you cleaned up as he praises you.

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Mundane longing 3.

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Summary: Spencer feels drawn to what little family the reader as made, it makes him think differently of his workspace nemesis but he’s unsure what these feelings are…

Word count: 3.3k

An: hi sorry I’m picking this up again and I’ll try to post a new chapter once a week <3

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The back up was quick to arrive after Spencer called which was immediately after Y/n left the car. Though when daniel tried to make his run and y/n got in the way, he was smart enough to not kill an officer but hit her with his gun on the head as he ran. Just not fast enough.

They got Daniel’s confession of plotting over the victim’s company and an affair with his wife…classic. Y/n had called it apparently and much to Spencer’s displeasure she would rub this in his face for quite a while. Even with a head injury as she sat with legs dangling out of an ambulance pressing on her wound like the medics asked and worked on the injury.

Spencer too kept lingering on the injury closely, as if he’s the medic y/n thought to herself. The band aid was pressed huge on her forehead as Spencer examined it after the medics left “Okay that’s enough” Y/n spoke pushing his concentrated face examining her injury away and proceeded to stand up.

Instantly he sat her down again by her wrists “Do not stand up too fast you’ll get a concussion-”

“Oh and you can prevent that doctor bizarre?” She spoke snorting.

“I can’t but you might just not be able to turn up to the bureau tomorrow. I would have to do the paperwork for our case also I don’t want to be held accountable for your injury, that you caused all by yourself doing something I advised you not to do but you did anyways because of your recklessness.” He explained flashing an ironic smile at her and helped her out of the ambulance, even though she could’ve stood out all on herself.

“But we got the confession! Wait whose theory proved right again? Mine! And whose recklessness got us the confessions? Mine!” Y/n walked in front of him with backward steps to flash her all so victorious face in front of him as they walked towards the car.

She attempted to to open the door to the driver’s seat when Spencer got in her way “Absolutely not. You might have a potential concussion and it’s dark right now believe it or not I’d rather die of old age.” Sighing y/n rolled her eyes and walked to the other side of the car aware he was always so prepared for an argument, she was as well but not as of now. “You’re a reckless driver anyways” Spencer added as the two of the entered the car.

“Just drive.”

Spencer drove the two of them back to y/n’s neighbourhood and most of the ride was just two of them going over each other fault’s on the case, Spencer criticising the stunt she pulled out there, y/n flaunting the success of her side of the theory. It was surprising how shortly the road back to her house leaded, they often lost track of time amongst their constant debates.

Before he pulled up by her house y/n asked him to stop about three blocks down her own house because she had to pickup Julian from his friend’s house. Spencer waited outside in the car as Y/n left, greeted the supposed Julian’s friend’s mom. It was just the later part of the evening around dinner time of suburban houses.

After a while y/n exited the house with Julian in her arms, fast asleep. She opened the door and buckled both her and Julian even though her house was just three blocks down “Pick me up by 10 y/n” she whispered to Spencer chuckling in a mocking of the Julian’s voice. “Guess fake sword fight is tiring enough.”

Reaching her house Spencer was the first one to get out of his seat while y/n unfastened her seat belt Spencer walked around to her seat opening the door for her, he gestured to pick up Julian from her arms but she shrugged her shoulders implying it was alright. “You’ve got a injury, let me” he whispered as y/n gave in. He held Julian in his arms gently holding his torso and supporting the back of the 7 year old’s head with his free hand as Julian’s face settled by the crook of his neck still sound asleep. It wasn’t very often that Spencer would help her out this way, she recalled how he wouldn’t even hold the door for her, he’d shut the door right before she was about to enter the room (she did the same), never once brought her coffee even if he fitted 4 in his hands, probably never even passed her a paperweight. Maybe a little band aid comes with perks she thought as she opened the main door to her house.

With silent steps through scattered toys in the living room careful not to wake up Julian, she guided Spencer through the stairs to Julian’s room. Spencer took in her house as he hadn’t been much further than her living room and office room, the stairway walls were covered with pictures most of them of Julian and of y/n. Pictures of Julian as a baby to his first day of school and some Disneyland trips, arcade, Halloween, Christmas. Some older faces he gathered would be y/n’s parents and others of her family there were even a few pictures from the bau. He let out a low chuckle at her high school photo “That’s you?” He spoke in a hushed tone.

“Shut up.” She glared at him because obviously he found her younger self in her roller blades phase amusing. They reached Julian’s room and Spencer gently placed him on his spaceship themed bed with themed covers. Y/n crouched down to pull the blanket over him kissing the top of his forehead she turned on the night lamp on the side. Spencer observed the very expressive room of Julian as well as a profiler that habit didn’t leave him much. One side of it was forest themed and the other had newer objects of astronomy obsession all around. The curious young minds of a million phases.

Once again reaching downstairs Spencer took his leave since he had to get back to his own house and the night was settling. “I will see you tomorrow” he spoke as y/n leaned on her doorframe seeing him off. “We still have the paperwork left so don’t be late I won’t be doing your part…again.”

“As if you’ve ever covered for me” y/n scoffed as he got inside his car and waved at him one last time as his car pulled out of her driveway.

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The very next day Y/n entered the BAU announcing very cheerily about the case, who got it right, receiving scoffs from Spencer like always. Emily wasn’t sure if the plan to put them both on a case together might’ve worked or not “At least they didn’t kill one another. Cheers to that” JJ commented raising the cup she had in her hands.

“Don’t get too smug we still have paper work for the case left and I’d be delighted to write how partner irresponsible went completely against what I advised and got herself a head injury!” He added smiling at her pridefully because she was the one who got herself hurt. He’d already told Emily that y/n forgot her gun prior to a stakeout. Snitch.

“If I remember correctly partner irresponsible was the partner who cracked most of the case so well…” her voice trailed off as she tilted her head at Spencer and he rushed to his defence.

“Cracked the case? I’m sorry I’ve only been working alongside you on the case for the past whole week that’s way too much use of singular nouns y/l/n.”

“And you didn’t believe me until we had the confession you want to go there—“

“What do you mean didn’t believe you? Do you just expect me to take your word on cases without no input of—“

This was a usual bau morning. Both of the brightest FBI agents fighting like kindergarteners “Alright alright that’s enough” Emily stopped the ongoing debate of who was more efficient on the case between the two of them and parted them.

The team worked on the new class like always until before lunch break when y/n and Spencer continued on their paper work for their joint case, it took much longer than the rest of their paper case because it involved less clashes. Amidst the work y/n got a call and she hurriedly packed her table to leave, “Where are you going? We still need to deliver these to the next unit.” Spencer asked looking up from his desk.

“I really need to leave can’t you do that yourself?” Y/n spoke focused on finding her keys on the desk.

“We are partners on this case remember so yeah absolutely not.” He amused relaxing further into his seat. “Cant you leave during lunch break it’s almost time.” He’d marked how she often didn’t have lunches at bau but now that he knew of Julian it was quick to gather she’d pick him from school, have lunch with him and return back. Surprisingly she was always on time so always in a hurry but her body language seemed rather stressed as she moved stuff from her desk.

“You know what? Take the papers come with me we’ll drop them off at the unit later it’s Julian’s school there’s an emergency.” She spoke with a distressed demeanour hurrying her way as Spencer got up gathering their joint paper work like she asked him to.

“What happened is everything alright?” He concerned as they walked to her car, she was pacing much faster than usual.

“I don’t know they just called me and told me I’m needed there…urgently!” She exhaled trying to calm her nerves as they buckled to leave. Spencer was sure he hadn’t sat in the passenger seat much tensed as y/n drove quite past the speed limit.

They reached the school and it was almost a bit before the school was supposed to be over since the school buss and the pick up parents were already in their place, plus it was near to their lunch time at bau so Spencer gathered that. The two of them walked through the hallways of the school to the principal’s office and found Julian sitting outside, with crossed arms. Spencer also noticed another kid sitting across him just as upset.

“Julian!” Y/n called out and rushed to him, bending on both of her knees as she scanned the boy for any injuries “What happened?”

“I got into a fight with Tyler” the boy replied with a downcast look as if he was embarrassed for what was about to come.

“It’s okay are you hurt anywhere?” Y/n cooed as he shook his head before she could be briefed more the door to the principal’s office opened as she stood up. “Stay here” she told Spencer as he took a seat next to Julian on the little bench.

“What happened buddy?” Spencer asked him softly as the boy huffed dramatically sitting forward.

“You see Tyler over there?” He whispered back to Spencer “He is always fighting with me. Always. Today Miss Rosie decided to sit the two of us together so we would stop fighting. During recess he stole one of my Oreos and y/n only packs me two!” He exclaimed shrugging his shoulders at Spencer.

“Well isn’t it a good habit to share?” Spencer spoke raising his brows at Julian but he had a resort for that too.

“It is! But he never wants to share the carrots or the spinach he always just steals the Oreos! He does it to everyone! We had an argument after snack time again and he circled all his friends and wasn’t letting it go! So I tried moving past him but he fell…all on his own! I didn’t even push him he wasn’t even hurt but he lied and told everyone I pushed him!” He explained to Spencer very defensively and he took note of his his brows furrowed together just like y/n’s, most of behaviourism habits amongst kids start at home. It looked almost resembling to y/n’s for Julian it was alright but y/n was always this dramatic.

Before Spencer could hear more of that the school bell rang as the kids flooded out of their classrooms along with y/n out of the principal’s office with supposedly Tyler’s mom given how she walked to the other kid with a cross look on her face.

Before y/n could greet her goodbye she left with Tyler rolling her eyes. Sighing y/n looked down at Julian as he held her hand to walk outside. “Come on” she told both of them flatly as they exited the building.

The ride back was completely silent, at least for a moment. Y/n kept looking back at Julian through the rear view mirror as he looked outside the window, acting clueless. “You pushed him?” She amused scoffing with a surprise, finally breaking the silence.

“I did NOT, he held the door to our class with all his friends and wasn’t letting me go!” Julian replied folding his arms.

“So you pushed him?!” Y/n asked again with her eyes on the road but she looked at Julian through the mirror, “And over what? What did you even fight about?”

“Everyone in my class knows you’re the big police-“ Julian began but Spencer couldn’t help interrupting at the term ‘big police’

“Uh what is big police?” He questioned but y/n replied for him shortly.

“FBI is the big police for him.”

“Because it is y/n! I told him you got hurt by your head fighting off the bad guys and everyone thought that was so cool! But because you told Jake’s mom in the morning what actually happened everyone laughed at me why did you do that!” He exclaimed turning around the blame.

“Wow-wow!” Y/n gasped surprised “Why did you lie?” She emphasised on you “I told you I was doing the laundry last night and the edge of the machine hit my head-that’s what happened and that’s what I told jake’s mom because she asked me!” It was infact a lie and Julian’s theory if only to look cool, was right but Spencer knew that and he looked at y/n confused. She gave him a slight nod meaning she’d explain later and he wasn’t the one to burst her lie as it is she would’ve surely thought something behind telling Julian another story.

“That sounds lame! Being the big police fighting bad guys makes you sound so much cooler. Jake told Tyler what you told his mom and you weren’t that cool anymore!” He waved his hands in the air resting them at the sides of his seat.

“Well Julian you know we don’t lie so there’s that…” she explained to him as her voice trailed off.

“And for the record I did not push him! He fell because of him and wasn’t even hurt but he blamed me—also he called you fake!”

“Called me fake?” Y/n asked confused on what that implied even though she wasn’t as interested in first grader’s insults but it mattered to Julian.

“He said FBI stands for fake bad investigation police!” Julian spoke and Spencer couldn’t help but smile at that and remained silent as the scene unfolded in front of him.

“What? I’ve told you what FBI means what does it matter?” She spoke unable to smile herself at how creative first graders were.

“I know and I told him thousand million times that it stands for French stick beauty of investigation.”

“Forensic bureau of investigation.” Both y/n and Spencer corrected him at the same time as he nodded sure that, his pronunciation was the correct one. “Either ways Julian, I know you don’t like Tyler but if you try and be nice to him he’ll be your friend in no time!”

“But I don’t want to be his friend!” Julian exclaimed.

“Yeah and he also steals his Oreos!” Spencer added for him as Julian sat forward in his seat agreeing with Spencer who only found this dispute as funny as y/n did but she was the one who had to deal with it of course.

“Don’t.” She spoke to Spencer “No Julian see if you make up your mind you don’t want to be friends with certain people because you got off on the wrong foot you’ll miss out on a lot of great friendships!”

“Then why are you not friends with Spencer?” The boy asked raising both his brows being in the interrogating position now. “He doesn’t seem a meanie to me! You also once called him the s-word.” Y/n often shared talks of her friends and how her days went in Julian’s language the way he would talk to her about his day and Spencer was well…her arch nemesis.

“The S-word?” Spencer fake gasped crossing his arms at y/n.

“S-t-e-w-p-i-d.” Julian whispered to Spencer but y/n heard it too and she was aware the s-word stood for stupid.

“Wow!” This time Spencer was actually shocked “Stupid? Y/n seriously?”

“Come on” she huffed shrugging it off as if she hadn’t said much worse to his face already and likewise “I am friends with Spencer you see even though he doesn’t listen to me often makes my job harder and always picks fights at me he’s still my friend and I’m nice to him.”

“Of course not!” Spencer exclaimed almost instantly “Im the one who’s nice to her she’s always bullying me.” Both his and Julian’s laugh followed as y/n nudged Spencer’s elbow “See! She is my Tyler-always stealing my coffee…rolls my chair everytime she passes by always-“

“Okay okay that was one time but did you know he’s always whining and making up complains about me to Emily?” Y/n defended herself but as their conversation escalated they’d both realised how many similarities their feud had to a dispute between first graders. Maybe the team wasn’t that wrong after all.

Pulling up by her house y/n dropped off Julian as his nanny was already there, she’d told him she’d return for lunch with him right after she drops off the papers to an ‘actual’ police unit and Julian took a note of flaunting about y/n knowing actual police in his school tomorrow.

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As it was just the two of them in the car again Spencer asked “Why did you tell Julian you got hurt by the edge of the washing machine?” He wouldn’t possibly judge her of course he was just curious given Julian preferred the better sounding story anyways.

“It’s a cool story to him now if I tell him I fought off the bad guy, caught a murderer and so on but you know when he grows up I don’t want him to think that I’m in danger with the job I do…once he reaches an age where he understands more he’ll only be afraid about this stuff and I’d rather him know a lame story than be afraid.” She explained simply as Spencer was a bit stunned. In truth, all their lives often remained on brisk with some complicated cases. But she’d thought much further for how Julian would feel about it, she was that understanding.

The serene worrying air she carried around her whenever anything came to Julian was truly a self or her he wasn’t aware of. The little family she had in Julian, the nurturing childhood she was giving him. As much as it hurt him to think neither of his parents could give that to him what y/n was managing quite well all on her own. Not once she’s shown up at the BAU without a smile or bothered with the hectic scenes of home given raising a child all by oneself wasn’t easy. At the same time it also troubled him why he was thinking of y/n this way, she was great for Julian but what of it? She was still his annoying colleague why did so much thought of her even occupy him?

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pairing: early seasons!spencer reid x sunshine!fem!reader genre: fluff, roommate au, childhood friends warnings: general criminal minds violence, not beta-read oops a/n: I renounce the MoReid shippers; they’re SIBLINGS !!!! also, apologies for lack of posts !! have been very busy with uni :( wc: 1.06k part 1 | part 2

Spencer was shot. It all happened so quickly– the sound of the gun firing, the grunt that he let out and the apprehension of the UnSub. Too quickly, but such is the fickleness of life. This was one of the rare occasions where the ballistic vest did not do its job, the bullet jamming into his side. Hotch was on the UnSub in seconds, the cuffs on his wrists before anyone could blink. 

“Shit, Reid,” Derek gasps out, watching the way blood seeps through his once pristine white shirt, and he presses his hand against the wound. “Shit, Hotch! Hotch! We need a medic!”

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“It’s going to be okay,” Aaron assures as best he can. His face is grim and Derek is shaking his head in frustration, hands trembling and cold from washing his hands over and over again. “It’s not your fault.”

“We missed him,” Gideon mutters, “he was right there and we missed him.”

“And Spencer got hurt because of it.” Elle’s gaze is set on the hospital’s sign in counter. 

Aaron understands their guilt. They caught the UnSub in the end, so nothing was ever in vain, but it doesn’t change the fact that they didn’t anticipate that he was at the end of the hallway waiting for the perfect moment to strike– and Spencer paid the price of their mistakes. The bullet hit him in the side where the vest didn’t cover, the damage reaching his liver and kidneys. Aaron doesn’t think he’s ever seen that much blood before. 

“Excuse me–” a voice loud enough to cut through their brooding chimes from the reception desk. “Hi. Hello, I’m here for, um, Doctor Spencer Reid?”

The clerk glances at her for a brief moment before turning back to his computers. “We don’t have a Doctor by that name on staff.”

“Um, no–” a nervous laugh splits the air. “No, he’s– he’s not a doctor here. He’s a patient? I got a call.”

He looks at her up and down before raising an eyebrow, mumbling something. “Is that you?”

“Yes. Yes, that’s me, is he okay? I came as soon as I could.”

“He’s in surgery. He’ll be out in a few. Take a seat over there–” He gestures over to where Aaron and the others are sitting– “and the doctor will call you over.”

“Right. Right, okay, thank you.” 

Elle doesn’t try hiding her confusion, looking up at you from her seat with raised brows. “You’re here for Reid?”

You jolt in surprise, the heavy grip you have on your bag loosening in an attempt to calm down. “Hi? Um, yeah. He’s– well, we’re on each other’s emergency contact list.”

“It’s good to see you again,” Aaron says with a tight grimace. “I wish it were under better circumstances.”

Derek’s jaw unhinges. “You knew?”

“Emergency contact list.” Aaron offers you a glance. “Are you okay?”

“I just–” your voice wobbles, a choked whimper leaving your lips. “I just want him to be okay.”

The team shares your sentiments. It’s not often when there’s an injury as serious as this on the field, but the risk is there. The room is tense with worry, the sound of doctors and nurses rushing around through the halls does nothing to ease their anxieties. You’re already fearing the worst. 

What feels like hours is only minutes as a nurse arrives in front of your little group. 

“Doctor Spencer Reid?” She confirms, looking sympathetic as ever. “The surgery was a success. The bullet grazed against his liver so he does need to stay for a couple of days for monitoring, but he should make a full recovery.”

“Is he allowed guests?” You blurt out hurriedly, the receipt in your hands crumbled in torn from incessant worrying. 

“He’s should be waking up now, but you’re welcome to see him. I’ll take you there.” The nurse offers a gentle smile. “Girlfriend?”

Heat roars against your cheeks and you shake your head adamantly. “No, no, he’s– we’re not– he’s my roommate.”

The nurse hums, a knowing smile on her face. “I see.”

After a few quick goodbyes towards Aaron and the rest of the team, you hurry after the nurse whilst clutching your bag of goods. She opens the door wide, letting you inside before closing it behind you while you pull up a chair. 

“I am– I am so mad at you, Spencer Walter Reid,” you whisper, gaze fixed on his resting face and the hair that mats his forehead. You brush a few strands away from his eyes, your lips trembling briefly. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“So you’re not that mad?” Spencer croaks out, his voice dry and his head pounding as he manages to lift his eyes towards you.

“Spencer.” Your arms are around his neck in an instant, careful as not to disrupt the wires and tubes that surround him. “I’m going to kill you.”

 “That’s counter intuitive.” He laughs quietly, wincing a little at the suddenness before allowing his free arm to wrap loosely around your waist. He finds it uneasy, the way your lips fall into a wobbly frown and how your eyes look red and puffy from crying. He’s only ever seen you look like this once before but that’s nothing compared to this. This time you look like that because of him– a silly little accident has lead to your pretty smile vanishing off your pretty face.

“You suck. I’m telling your mother.” He knows you won’t and he’s grateful that you’ve found it in yourself to make a joke. When you pull away, he immediately misses your warmth, watching as you rummage through your bag before handing him a sealed cup of red jell-o. “It was the last one they had.”

“You’re an angel, really, but I don’t think I’m allowed to eat for a couple hours,” he murmurs, his fingers grasping gingerly at the cup.

With a wordless nod in acknowledgement, you press a thick leather bound book into his hands, your eyes meeting his gaze. “Your favourite.”

He breathes out his thanks, glancing up at you through the dim lights of the hospital room. “Are you going to stay?”

“As long as you want, Walter.” 

*** 

From the other side of the door, Derek glances through the window at you and Spencer before looking back at Hotch. “They’re roommates?”

“Apparently.”

“No, but– they’re just roommates?”

“Unfortunately.”

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