Agent
Agent
Steve Rogers x reader
Angst -> smut -> fluff
Warnings - fighting, guns, Breif mention of R being ex hydra, panic attack, Steve being cold to reader, reader getting into shit, PinV sex, fingering that’s it I think? Written in my notes app
Masterlist
Since you had moved into the tower Steve had seemed pissed off with you. Cold hard stares, conversations only when nessesary, half the time he wouldnt even take you opinion on the movie for movie night. Just generally keeping you at arms length.
You tried your best still, working hard to earn his trust and respect but nothing seemed to matter. You made friends with the others, including Bucky, you cooked with Wanda, watched movies with Bucky, trained with Nat, you even cooped up with Clint in the vents sometimes with Thors poptarts but steve was a whole different ballpark.
Natasha was down after a solo mission went awry, leaving her out of training for a few days, that was when you got the text
"Training room in an hour. - SR"
You thought you were going to be training with Clint, Tony or even Parker, you didnt think Steve would volunteer himself to train with you, especially given the last mission.
Flashback
You knew the mission was going to go either way, Steve wanted it to be a stealthy in and out but bucky was hell bent on the fact that you would get caught in a fire fight and given he knew the hydra base you were all dropping into you were inclinded to trust his judgement, and that caused even more friction between you and steve.
It was the middle of the well predicted fight that steve seemed to really get pissed off. You were on the otherside of the base, backed into a corner and not responding to comms, to focused on keeping yourself alive. Steve was yelling down your earpeice trying to get a response, bucky silently making his way over to you. You were by no means helpless in battle but an eight vs one put the odds against you.
You were in the middle of trying to climb out of the hole in the roof you had made when steve grabs your hand, you let him pull you up, firing final shots as he does, taking the last few agents down as you are pulled to your feet.
Once your on your feet and check that no other agents are around you you look up at steve, meeting his eye and seeing what you took as pure anger.
"What the hell were you thinking Agent!" He nearly yells at you, the title grating you. Steve made a point never to use your name, allways using Agent instead and it pissed you off.
"Trying to save my ass is what! I didnt intentionally corner myself into a one verses eight now did i!?" You yell back, frustrated, adrenaline lessening now the fight is over, leaving you with the rampant post fight anxiety.
Steve goes to respond when you feel a presence behind you and a hand on your shoulder, bucky, the man seemed to understand you without words. He gets steve to back off, you know hes argued with him over his treatment of you and you know it probably doesnt help your relationship with Steve but at times like these you were thankfull for the backup.
Your hands shake as your brain automatically counts the number of lives you may have taken, you never asked for confimed kills, trying your best to avoid killing when you could. You took enough lives as a hydra assasin.
"Cmon doll, back to the jet, Punk your driving" bucky says quietly, metal arm wrapping around your shoulder to ground you.
Once you were back on the jet you settled in the corner as best you could, knee bouncing, hand scratching at your arm at your eyes fixate on the wall. You cant hear anything, you could barley controll your breathing, on the brink of hyperventilating when a voice started talking to you, a hand on your shoulder that you assumed was bucky.
The voice talked you down through your panic attack, the memorys running through your head of hydra and the lives you took. The voice remained steady, the hand never leaving untill your breathing evened out and your knee stopped bouncing, then it left, unusual for bucky but you had assumed he had to help steve fly the jet.
End of flashback
You get changed and finish your hair so it wont get in the way of training and head down to the training rooms where you see Steve already is, along with Bucky in the corner.
"Hey Bucky! Captain" you greet as they both turn towards the sound of the doors opening and Steve motions you to the mat for sparring.
The first round between you goes well you thought, Steve had won out overall but you had put up a good fight, till he started critiquing you on every little misstep.
"Agent you really need to step it up, in position" He said as he readied himself again for the second round.
The second round goes much the same but you are sharper with your movements, more concentrated, till you here Bucky say somthing off to the side that breaks it for a fraction of a second and you dont see Steves foot coming for your ribs, doging too late and falling back with a gasp.
"Agent I said do better!" He barks at you already standing in position on the otherside of the mat as you stagger onto your feet, winded but overall fine.
"Sorry captain." You say through gritted teeth, aiming to win.
This time as steve expects you to hit high you fein asif your going to sweep your leg out to knock his from under him, as he ducks to block you jump up, wraping your legs around his head, pulling him forwards and over you, landing on his chest. You grapple with him, fighting for a hold on his wrists.
You notice he doesnt seem to be putting up a whole lot of fight but choose to ignore it, grabbing his wrists and pinning his hips down so he cant shift you off of him.
You hear the door close to the side of you and ignore it, focusing on Steve. You look him in the eye and for once you dont recognise the look in them. Your used to a cold hard stare thats masking anything underneath, this is somthing you havent seen.
His pupils are blown, blush covering his face, mouth slightly open as he breaths hard. "Well done Agent" he murmers, face so close to yours now.
The tension crackles in the air, the man you thought hated you, the same man you have had a growing crush on for a while now despite everything, the same man bucky had heard all about your growing feelings for, was now pinned underneath you, and if you had moved an inch you would have been able to feel his growing hard on underneath you.
"Wish you would stop calling me that, Captain" you murmer, keeping eye contact, sure that your expression is doing about the same as his right now.
Thats when he takes you by suprise, pulling his wrists free, grabbing your waist and rolling you under him as you gasp in suprise. "What would you rather, Sugar?" He leans in close to your ear as you blush even worse now, gasping softly.
Steve then moves faster than you can keep track in the haze your in, one second your pinned underneath him, the next your in his arms and being walked out if the gym towards his room.
"You drive me nuts you know? you allways have" he says as he gets to his room, pinning you against the door.
"Thought you hated me" you respond quietly, feeling him fully pressed against you, leaning your head down, shy now.
He places a hand under your chin, forcing your head to tilt up and you to make eye contact with him, "I didn't hate you, I just, I didn't know how to act with my feelings, I wanted to protect you so i kept you at arms length" he murmers, lips centimeters away from yours.
"Dont have to anymore Steve" you say, tilting your head to the side slightly, voice soft, almost begging for him to come closer.
And he does.
He finally connects your lips in a soft kiss, lips moving slowly against yours, one hand grabbing your ass tightly as the others thumb moves slowly against your jaw as your arms wrap across his shoulders.
Eventually you both have to pull away for air, forheads leaning on eachother as you catch your breath, just staring at eachother for a moment.
"You have no idea how long iv wanted that sugar, you okay?" He says, voice husky as he moves you off of the door and towards the bed, as you nod he drops you onto the bed, following after you as you move back upto the headboard.
You pull him down against you, hands tangling into his hair as you pull him in for another kiss, this time full of heat and need, you both let out you own moans as the kiss gets deeper, steve taking the opportunity to slip his tounge into your mouth, as his hips softly rut down against you.
Steve eventually pulls away murmering a soft "fuck" as you let out a whimper, his mouth trails down your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys as he went, still rutting his length down against you as his hands started to explore over your shirt. Eventually he reached the hem and tentatively reached underneath, when you didnt he reached further, pulling your shirt up, eventually up and over your head, quickly reaching behind your back and undoing your bra.
His mouth moved down too your breast, mouth covering one nipple while his hand pinched and twisted the other, making you moan and arch of the bed "Fuck baby please"you whine quietly as he lets out a low laugh.
"I know sugar I know" he says pulling away, quickly yanking his shirt over his head. "Strip for me honey" the words are soft but it sounds like an order.
You quickly pull off your remaining clothes and settle back down against the bed as you watch him strip down, paying particular interest to his leaking length that was now visible to you.
He climbs back onto you and leans into another heated kiss, pushing his way into his mouth, trailing his hand down to where you needed him most, fingers so close to where you needed him.
"Please baby please" you beg softly urging him on as his lips move to your neck, leaving more hickeys as he went. He finally moved he fingers to where you needed him, teasing you before pushing one inside making you let out a whine.
"Good girl, gotta get you ready for me yeah" he says as he pumps his finger in and out of you as your hips jerk up
He continues pumping and then adds a second finger as you pull at his hair, moaning softly as he talks you through it.
"Such a good girl f'me hm? My girl, Was so mean to you but dont worry Im going to make it up to you dont worry honey" He says as he adds a third finger, circling his thumb around your clit as you whine loudly, hands scratching up his back and into his hair, tugging as you feel yourself get closer to the edge.
"Please baby please fuck oh my god" you bable inbetween moans, so close to the edge just needing a little bit more
Thats when Steve curls his fingers just so, hitting that spongey spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your vision white as steve sucks on your tits once again as you cum on his fingers with a loud moan.
"Good girl, thats my good girl, my good little slut for me hm?" Steve says into the crook of your neck as he slows down, letting you ride it out, pulling out slowly, repositioning himself inbetween your legs do his length was nearly poking at your enterance.
"Please stevie, need you, need you baby" you start to whine when steve sheaths himself inside you fully before you can finish your begging leaving you breathless.
Steve gives you time to adjust to him inside you before starting to move, letting out a low groan and burying his head into your neck, biting down as you pull on his hair. He knows hes not going to last with the way you feel around him and you know you arent going to either.
"Fuck baby you feel so good, im not going to last long, such a good girl sugar, so tight" steve rambled on, talking you through it as he picked up his thrusts, hitting that perfect spot inside you bringing you closer to the edge.
As he nipped at your neck he reached down to your clit and rubbed small figure eights against it "you going to cum for me baby? Yeah you going to cum for me huh? Cmon baby cum for me wana feel you" he encouraged applying just a little more pressure as you tightened around him, cumming around him with a cry, leaving scratch marks up his back as you feel him cum inside you with a low groan as you come down, hot ropes of his cum hitting your insides.
You both lay there for a while in the quiet, both still breathing heavy as you recover before steve moves to pull out causing you to whine.
"Cmere you" he says with a small chuckle as he pulls out and rolls over, laying on the bed and pulling you ontop of him, reaching for the duvet to cover you both.
"I am sorry for being cruel to you sugar" steve says into the quiet
"You werent cruel, cold sure but not cruel but its okay, what would be cruel is not letting me sleep" you mumble into his neck, biting him a little.
He laughs a little "okay okay, you can sleep" he finishes as he pulls you closer, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of you lull him into sleep.
Since you had moved into the tower Steve had seemed pissed off with you. Cold hard stares, conversations only when nessesary, half the time he wouldnt even take you opinion on the movie for movie night. Just generally keeping you at arms length.
You tried your best still, working hard to earn his trust and respect but nothing seemed to matter. You made friends with the others, including Bucky, you cooked with Wanda, watched movies with Bucky, trained with Nat, you even cooped up with Clint in the vents sometimes with Thors poptarts but steve was a whole different ballpark.
Natasha was down after a solo mission went awry, leaving her out of training for a few days, that was when you got the text
"Training room in an hour. - SR"
You thought you were going to be training with Clint, Tony or even Parker, you didnt think Steve would volunteer himself to train with you, especially given the last mission.
Flashback?
You knew the mission was going to go either way, Steve wanted it to be a stealthy in and out but bucky was hell bent on the fact that you would get caught in a fire fight and given he knew the hydra base you were all dropping into you were inclinded to trust his judgement, and that caused even more friction between you and steve.
It was the middle of the well predicted fight that steve seemed to really get pissed off. You were on the otherside of the base, backed into a corner and not responding to comms, to focused on keeping yourself alive. Steve was yelling down your earpeice trying to get a response, bucky silently making his way over to you. You were by no means helpless in battle but an eight vs one put the odds against you.
You were in the middle of trying to climb out of the hole in the roof you had made when steve grabs your hand, you let him pull you up, firing final shots as he does, taking the last few agents down as you are pulled to your feet.
Once your on your feet and check that no other agents are around you you look up at steve, meeting his eye and seeing what you took as pure anger.
"What the hell were you thinking Agent!" He nearly yells at you, the title grating you. Steve made a point never to use your name, allways using Agent instead and it pissed you off.
"Trying to save my ass is what! I didnt intentionally corner myself into a one verses eight now did i!?" You yell back, frustrated, adrenaline lessening now the fight is over, leaving you with the rampant post fight anxiety.
Steve goes to respond when you feel a presence behind you and a hand on your shoulder, bucky, the man seemed to understand you without words. He gets steve to back off, you know hes argued with him over his treatment of you and you know it probably doesnt help your relationship with Steve but at times like these you were thankfull for the backup.
Your hands shake as your brain automatically counts the number of lives you may have taken, you never asked for confimed kills, trying your best to avoid killing when you could. You took enough lives as a hydra assasin.
"Cmon doll, back to the jet, Punk your driving" bucky says quietly, metal arm wrapping around your shoulder to ground you.
Once you were back on the jet you settled in the corner as best you could, knee bouncing, hand scratching at your arm at your eyes fixate on the wall. You cant hear anything, you could barley controll your breathing, on the brink of hyperventilating when a voice started talking to you, a hand on your shoulder that you assumed was bucky.
The voice talked you down through your panic attack, the memorys running through your head of hydra and the lives you took. The voice remained steady, the hand never leaving untill your breathing evened out and your knee stopped bouncing, then it left, unusual for bucky but you had assumed he had to help steve fly the jet.
End of flashback
You get changed and finish your hair so it wont get in the way of training and head down to the training rooms where you see Steve already is, along with Bucky in the corner.
"Hey Bucky! Captain" you greet as they both turn towards the sound of the doors opening and Steve motions you to the mat for sparring.
The first round between you goes well you thought, Steve had won out overall but you had put up a good fight, till he started critiquing you on every little misstep.
"Agent you really need to step it up, in position" He said as he readied himself again for the second round.
The second round goes much the same but you are sharper with your movements, more concentrated, till you here Bucky say somthing off to the side that breaks it for a fraction of a second and you dont see Steves foot coming for your ribs, doging too late and falling back with a gasp.
"Agent I said do better!" He barks at you already standing in position on the otherside of the mat as you stagger onto your feet, winded but overall fine.
"Sorry captain." You say through gritted teeth, aiming to win.
This time as steve expects you to hit high you fein asif your going to sweep your leg out to knock his from under him, as he ducks to block you jump up, wraping your legs around his head, pulling him forwards and over you, landing on his chest. You grapple with him, fighting for a hold on his wrists.
You notice he doesnt seem to be putting up a whole lot of fight but choose to ignore it, grabbing his wrists and pinning his hips down so he cant shift you off of him.
You hear the door close to the side of you and ignore it, focusing on Steve. You look him in the eye and for once you dont recognise the look in them. Your used to a cold hard stare thats masking anything underneath, this is somthing you havent seen.
His pupils are blown, blush covering his face, mouth slightly open as he breaths hard. "Well done Agent" he murmers, face so close to yours now.
The tension crackles in the air, the man you thought hated you, the same man you have had a growing crush on for a while now despite everything, the same man bucky had heard all about your growing feelings for, was now pinned underneath you, and if you had moved an inch you would have been able to feel his growing hard on underneath you.
"Wish you would stop calling me that, Captain" you murmer, keeping eye contact, sure that your expression is doing about the same as his right now.
Thats when he takes you by suprise, pulling his wrists free, grabbing your waist and rolling you under him as you gasp in suprise. "What would you rather, Sugar?" He leans in close to your ear as you blush even worse now, gasping softly.
Steve then moves faster than you can keep track in the haze your in, one second your pinned underneath him, the next your in his arms and being walked out if the gym towards his room.
"You drive me nuts you know? you allways have" he says as he gets to his room, pinning you against the door.
"Thought you hated me" you respond quietly, feeling him fully pressed against you, leaning your head down, shy now.
He places a hand under your chin, forcing your head to tilt up and you to make eye contact with him, "I didn't hate you, I just, I didn't know how to act with my feelings, I wanted to protect you so i kept you at arms length" he murmers, lips centimeters away from yours.
"Dont have to anymore Steve" you say, tilting your head to the side slightly, voice soft, almost begging for him to come closer.
And he does.
He finally connects your lips in a soft kiss, lips moving slowly against yours, one hand grabbing your ass tightly as the others thumb moves slowly against your jaw as your arms wrap across his shoulders.
Eventually you both have to pull away for air, forheads leaning on eachother as you catch your breath, just staring at eachother for a moment.
"You have no idea how long iv wanted that sugar, you okay?" He says, voice husky as he moves you off of the door and towards the bed, as you nod he drops you onto the bed, following after you as you move back upto the headboard.
You pull him down against you, hands tangling into his hair as you pull him in for another kiss, this time full of heat and need, you both let out you own moans as the kiss gets deeper, steve taking the opportunity to slip his tounge into your mouth, as his hips softly rut down against you.
Steve eventually pulls away murmering a soft "fuck" as you let out a whimper, his mouth trails down your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys as he went, still rutting his length down against you as his hands started to explore over your shirt. Eventually he reached the hem and tentatively reached underneath, when you didnt he reached further, pulling your shirt up, eventually up and over your head, quickly reaching behind your back and undoing your bra.
His mouth moved down too your breast, mouth covering one nipple while his hand pinched and twisted the other, making you moan and arch of the bed "Fuck baby please"you whine quietly as he lets out a low laugh.
"I know sugar I know" he says pulling away, quickly yanking his shirt over his head. "Strip for me honey" the words are soft but it sounds like an order.
You quickly pull off your remaining clothes and settle back down against the bed as you watch him strip down, paying particular interest to his leaking length that was now visible to you.
He climbs back onto you and leans into another heated kiss, pushing his way into his mouth, trailing his hand down to where you needed him most, fingers so close to where you needed him.
"Please baby please" you beg softly urging him on as his lips move to your neck, leaving more hickeys as he went. He finally moved he fingers to where you needed him, teasing you before pushing one inside making you let out a whine.
"Good girl, gotta get you ready for me yeah" he says as he pumps his finger in and out of you as your hips jerk up
He continues pumping and then adds a second finger as you pull at his hair, moaning softly as he talks you through it.
"Such a good girl f'me hm? My girl, Was so mean to you but dont worry Im going to make it up to you dont worry honey" He says as he adds a third finger, circling his thumb around your clit as you whine loudly, hands scratching up his back and into his hair, tugging as you feel yourself get closer to the edge.
"Please baby please fuck oh my god" you bable inbetween moans, so close to the edge just needing a little bit more
Thats when Steve curls his fingers just so, hitting that spongey spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your vision white as steve sucks on your tits once again as you cum on his fingers with a loud moan.
"Good girl, thats my good girl, my good little slut for me hm?" Steve says into the crook of your neck as he slows down, letting you ride it out, pulling out slowly, repositioning himself inbetween your legs do his length was nearly poking at your enterance.
"Please stevie, need you, need you baby" you start to whine when steve sheaths himself inside you fully before you can finish your begging leaving you breathless.
Steve gives you time to adjust to him inside you before starting to move, letting out a low groan and burying his head into your neck, biting down as you pull on his hair. He knows hes not going to last with the way you feel around him and you know you arent going to either.
"Fuck baby you feel so good, im not going to last long, such a good girl sugar, so tight" steve rambled on, talking you through it as he picked up his thrusts, hitting that perfect spot inside you bringing you closer to the edge.
As he nipped at your neck he reached down to your clit and rubbed small figure eights against it "you going to cum for me baby? Yeah you going to cum for me huh? Cmon baby cum for me wana feel you" he encouraged applying just a little more pressure as you tightened around him, cumming around him with a cry, leaving scratch marks up his back as you feel him cum inside you with a low groan as you come down, hot ropes of his cum hitting your insides.
You both lay there for a while in the quiet, both still breathing heavy as you recover before steve moves to pull out causing you to whine.
"Cmere you" he says with a small chuckle as he pulls out and rolls over, laying on the bed and pulling you ontop of him, reaching for the duvet to cover you both.
"I am sorry for being cruel to you sugar" steve says into the quiet
"You werent cruel, cold sure but not cruel but its okay, what would be cruel is not letting me sleep" you mumble into his neck, biting him a little.
He laughs a little "okay okay, you can sleep" he finishes as he pulls you closer, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of you lull him into sleep.
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YOU'RE TOO SWEET FOR ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader
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Description: thirteen years in the fbi and ten weeks in prison does a number on Spencer, only when he arrives back in the office he meets the sunshine rookie that seems rather taken with him.
word length: 2.6k (this really ran away from me)
warnings: post-prison Reid, slightest age gap, Spencer dealing with coming home from prison, gun shooting?
authors note: hozier’s new song 'Too Sweet' + post-prison reid is a need, not a want.
He smelled her french vanilla perfume before he even knew she was there. But then again, it was all he could smell the minute she waltzed into the office with a tray of coffee, like someone had stuck a sweet dessert in the oven and baked it on full.
“Good morning!” She chirped, winding an arm over his shoulder and setting down a take out cup and a little chocolate donut on his desk, “Pen said you like chocolate, and I mean who doesn’t like chocolate, right?”
She was potent when she was so close to him, and in one single breath he caught a whiff of her shampoo, before she had flitted over to her side of the desk that sat opposite his, where Morgan once sat. Noticing his hesitance, mistaking it for discontent she paused, almost spilling her own beverage over the potted plant she kept by her keyboard, scrambling to set it on the surface.
“Y-you do like chocolate right? I mean they had strawberry too, I can switch yours with JJ’s, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind-” She splurged, and her face was much too worried considering it was a matter of a donut, particularly considering he was already eying up the way the thick chocolate was melting in the pastry bag.
“Chocolate is great, I love…” He held up the bag to read the label with squinting hazel hues, “Cocoa Caramel delight,”
He had never heard of it.
He had never even seen this brand, but he wanted to quell her nerves even in the slightest. The BAU didn’t have the funds for a new keyboard, let alone time to send her to the ER if she ended up spilling her coffee over her hand.
She seemed convinced, and he offered her a small smile, not exactly his most enthusiastic, but then again he hadn’t been much of a morning person since he’d come out of prison. He liked quiet, he liked a moment to himself before Penelope called them into the round table for briefing. But she was sweet, too sweet perhaps for the dark nature of their job.
He could already see it chewing up her perky disposition and spitting her right back out within a year. It happened to the best of them.
But she smiled back at him, a million watt grin that made him think maybe he was being a little cruel. She was still brand new, still trying to make friends and he remembered how hard he tried when it had been his first few weeks on the team. He turned his gaze away from her in shame, reading the way she’d written his name on the cup in a pink sharpie, framing it with two doodle hearts.
She all but skipped away, sensing he didn’t feel like talking much anymore, and he heard Emily exclaiming she was ‘A caffeine angel sent from the heavens,’ as she handed her the drink. He watched her braided hair disappear down the hall as she bounced over to Penelope’s lair.
He picked at the cocoa caramel delight with a kind of self loathing he was familiar with, the french vanilla still a saccharine sugar in his nose.
-
She caught him again; though this time he felt her bristle past his arm, watching the bullets pierce the target paper with an accuracy that only came from fourteen years of practice.
“Do you reckon you could teach me how to do that?” Her cadence was light and airy, and he had to stop himself from jumping, from slamming the butt of the gun into her nose on reaction, because he knew she meant well, even though she had no idea how damaged he was.
He was still out of sorts from having to look over his shoulder at every second of the day, and he was surprised he was holding it together so far. He supposed shooting the shit out of a target helped.
Because it was just her, looking at him with soft eyes and a smile that could start wars, and he knew she had no idea the effect she had on the walls he’d tried so hard to build in prison.
She must have mistook his look for annoyance, because she was quick to fumble with her own loaded gun, taking a step back in retreat, worried that she crossed some line she didn’t know he’d drawn.
“Or I could get Luke to show me, I didn’t mean to bother you, I just am really a shit shot and I know that’s pretty useless in the field-” It wasn’t until he flicked the safety on and took a step to follow her did she look at him again hopefully.
“No, I’d be more than happy to show you,” He cleared his throat, setting his pistol in its holster and stepping behind her as she lined herself up for the fake body meant to resemble an unsub, “We all have to start somewhere. Show me your form,”
She raised her arms up in front of her, aiming for a few seconds for the spot in the centre of the chest cavity, her finger reaching up for the trigger.
She shot once, her face hardened for the first time he’d ever seen, and they both watched the paper rip about half a foot down the unsub’s leg.
“See, in my head it’s hitting dead centre and then by the time I shoot it’s wiggling all over the place,” She explained, scratching her neck and frowning at the paper body, “I don’t suppose unsubs are willing to stand still and wait while the rookie figures out her shot,”
“Your hips are perfect, wide stance means you get more stability against the ricochet,” She tried not to simper at his words, or the way he sidled up behind her, his hands coming up to her shoulders as if he’d known her for years, as if JJ hadn’t told her how much he hated other people’s germs, “It’s in your shoulders you’re losing balance, try relaxing a little,”
But she couldn’t not when he was breathing down her neck, rubbing those long fingers over her shoulder blades trying to get her to straighten out her posture, hoping he couldn’t feel the way her chest rattled with nerves.
“Relax,” He reminded, trying not to chuckle when he felt her shake her arms out as a means of hiding the way her skin had warmed under his rough touch, “You know, my unit chief taught me how to shoot. I wasn’t at all good at it when I first started,”
“Oh really?” She asked, her breaths feather light as he reached around her and adjusted her grip on the gun, “H-he must have been a good teacher,”
“He was the best,” Spencer agreed, brushing off the fact she was all but putty beneath his hands, “Three steps for the perfect shot; front sight, trigger press, follow through. Always keep your head forward, always keep your dominant finger ready, and wait until you’ve shot to drop your stance,”
She looked up at him in admiration, and her soft smile was back as his own musk of laundry detergent and chamomile soap encompassed her as his arms did.
He brought one of those big hands to the back of her head, moving her with gentle ease to look back at the target, a slight chuckle in his voice as he spoke: “Focus, what’s step number one?”
“Front sight,” She echoed him, fixing her shoulders with determination as he dropped his hands and stepped away from her. Taking a deep breath, she murmured to herself under her breath the next step as her forefinger rested over the trigger. She pulled it after a moment of courage, and froze in spot as she watched it hit where the stomach would sit.
Not a perfect shot, but certainly a lot better than she had been doing.
Her eyes widened behind the thick protective glasses, and her hands became fists above her head as she squealed in delight.
“Did you see that- did you see!” She yelled over the sound proof ear muffs they both wore, and he was quick to grab the gun out of her swinging arms, clicking the safety on for her before she could end up blowing a hole in the ceiling.
“Very good, give it a few months you’ll be a natural,” He complimented with a smile as she clapped her hands in glee, buzzing on the spot as if she’d chugged five energy drinks or doubled up on her coffee for the day.
He tried ignoring the way his chest warmed seeing her so happy because of him, especially when she looked at him like that.
--
“You said you needed those files, Dr Reid,” She’d appeared again, like she always did, and he had barely enough time to glance up from the paper he was already inspecting before he was hit by the perfume again, and he looked up to see two bright eyes watching him hopefully. Her arms were piled high with easily a box full of folders he had asked Anderson to find for him, and he saw the way she strained slightly to keep them held tight.
“Jesus! Let me help you,” She prayed he couldn’t feel the way her heart thumping against the manilla folders as he leaned over to take them out of her grasp, the way her eyes fell to his light smattering of facial hair as his lips were little more than a few inches from hers. Even when his hands brushed hers, and he seemed to realise she was staring, watching her scramble to look somewhere else other than his amused eyes, embarrassed he’d caught her, “Thankyou. And just call me Spencer,”
“Thankyou,” She echoed, shaking her head with a girlish smile on her face, her cheeks warm with humiliation, “I mean you’re welcome, any time,”
For the sake of her self preservation he waited until she turned around to smile to himself, pretending he didn’t see the way she muttered under her breath, or that she almost walked straight into the filing cabinet on her hasty exit out of the office.
“Seems like you have a shadow,” Emily’s voice met him as he heard her heeled footsteps approach, and they both watched their newest team mate almost bump right into JJ as she kept her head down, stroking her hair nervously, “She was super excited to meet you when you were away, said she went to one of your guest lectures you did with Hotch a couple years ago,”
His brows shot into his hairline, something warm flourishing in his chest when he saw her peek back to see the two of them watching her, and she immediately darted for her seat for an excuse to turn her back to them.
Spencer smiled again, running a hand through his curled locks as if he was trying to think of something else other than the joy that had over come his features.
She certainly was charming, in an incredibly girlish way, and he wasn’t the only one who thought it. He hadn’t heard Penelope giggling so much since Morgan had left, nor did he miss the way Rossi and Emily watched her darting around in the field, chasing after her as if she needed one of those leashes people had for toddlers.
Or the way Luke had had to talk her out of bringing a stray cat back to the BAU just two days ago because ‘it looked sad and lonely’.
She was only eight years his junior, and yet he felt like the job had made him too hard, too mature, too tough against a softness like hers.
Girls had never really been interested in him, at least not for him as Spencer Reid, not as SSA Dr Reid. He had the occasional fling, even Maeve in the grand scheme of things had been a budding romance at best, and just the thought of Cat Adams viper-like eyes had him shuddering.
He barely wanted anything to do with women at the moment, at least that was what he’d told himself every night he’d been fighting for his damn life in prison.
But it was almost too easy to feel this way about her, like he couldn’t drink in her sweet smell or even sweeter voice fast enough, or bathe in her gaze that melted like rich chocolate when he took a glance her way.
He didn’t bring it up with her until they were the last few people filing out of the office.
“I can drive you,” She chirped, almost dropping the contents of her bag everywhere as she rooted for her car keys, and before he could protest, because it was like all he could see now was how eager to be around him she was and he wasn’t too sure he could keep himself from opening pandora’s box, she jingled her keys, that of course had crochet bluebells hanging from them and all but danced past him into the elevator. “Come on, you can have shotgun,”
“I’ll be the only passenger, doesn’t that mean I automatically have shotgun?” He asked, following behind her as she stood in the elevator with a beaming smile, her finger clicking the ground floor button a bunch of times even though it made no difference how fast the doors closed.
“Well, yeah, but it’s going to be the best shotgun you’ve ever had. I’m talking you can be Miss Daisy and I’ll be your Morgan Freeman,” And as if her spirit was infectious, he shook his head with a hidden chuckle.
There was a minute of silence between the two as she played with a loose thread on her cardigan, and it was then he took the chance to ask her the question that had been burning on his lips all day.
“You didn’t by any chance go to University of Pennsylvania, did you?” Spencer asked, noting the way her eyes fell to the floor and how she licked her lips nervously.
“Yeah,” She replied cautiously, fingers clenched tightly around her keyring, “I know it’s not Caltech, but it was pretty good-”
“Didn't you see my lecture with Hotch?” He asked, and his smile widened tenfold when her hands slapped over her cheeks that burned with horror, moving quickly up to cover her eyes, “Little birdy told me you were quite excited to meet me-”
“Oh, Emily,” She groaned, burying her face in her palms, avoiding his teasing expression like the plague, “I knew, I knew she was going to tell you, I’m surprised she didn’t tell JJ first, unless she did and our whole team know I was some crazy girl who liked the FBI agents so much she switched her major,”
“You switched your major for me?” He asked incredulously and he only laughed harder, one of the first times since he’d come home, when she groaned louder, turning away from him entirely.
“Shut up, I did not swap my major for you,” She bit back, and she finally met his gaze, her expression an embarrassed wince, “I just… liked the material. You were very compelling,”
“Did you have a poster of us?” Spencer wanted to stop teasing, knew he was being a little cruel, but how could he resist when she shriek in between laughter, shoving his shoulder with mortification.
“No,”
“Did you kiss Hotch’s picture before bed like an obsessive fangirl?”
She gestured to him vulgarly as they left the elevator and headed for the car park, and it made a huge difference to the usual adoration she watched him with, but maybe, he thought, it made him like her even more.
“No more shotgun for you, you’re going in the trunk like an old rug,” She snapped, though he could tell she was still horrified by the way she avoided his delighted hazelnut gaze.
“Like an old rug?” He feigned hurt, but when they sat in her car, she finally looked over at him with something vulnerable and yet affectionate, like he’d seen her for all she was worth. He reached over the console to squeeze her hand gently, not missing the way her palm clammed beneath his and she struggled for words, so he continued for her, “That’s really no way to talk to your idol, you know,”
Spencer swore his chest felt lighter than it had in months watching her laugh like that.
Real
"You're so sweet" pls you should've seen me 5 years ago, i'm much more watered down now lol
the priest writing down masurbate. the chorusing nuns. the flash of ankle. we're so back
[sic] is my favorite editorial notation because of its inherent bitchiness.
Can We Get One
The youngest Leclerc loves baby Leo. So why the fuck won't her boyfriends let her get a puppy?
Norstappen x leclerc!reader
Okay I found out one of 'my' dogs died while writing this
"Hi Baby Leo," she gushed as she scooped her little puppy into her arms. He was like a little shark with the way he went to bite at her sleeve.
But she didn't much mind, gushing over the dog that she had dubbed her nephew (well, if Arthur and Lorenzo weren't going to make her an aunt, Leo it would have to be).
"I'm gonna kidnap you," she said in that baby voice as she stroked under his chin. "Gonna steal you away from your daddy so you can come live with me and Lando and Max."
She was in her own little world as she played with Leo, her brother, her boyfriends, lost to her. Max tried to call her name, but she waved him off to press kisses to Leo's head.
Lando and Max couldn't deny how goddamn cute she looked, holding Leo close to her chest. She scooted around on her ass to face them. "Boys, I'm in love," she said and pouted at them as Leo went to bite her chin.
"Baby," Lando began as he joined her on the floor. "We're not getting a dog."
"Assholes."
She turned her attention away from Lando and looked towards her brother. "Charlie, do you need a baby sitter?" She asked as she placed Leo in her lap. He happily sat there and chewed on her skirt.
"No way," Charles said. "You're not babysitting my dog."
A huff left her lips and she muttered something to Leo, something like 'you'd never be this mean to me, would you angel?' "If I move in with you, cook, clean, pay rent, can I get a puppy?" She asked as she looked at him.
Max couldn't stop the laugh that left his lips. "Um, excuse me," he called and tapped her on the shoulder. She ignored him. "Angel, just because we're not letting you get a puppy..."
"That's not it, Maxie," she muttered and scratched at Leo's belly. "Leo just wants me close, that's all."
The Leclercs had always had dogs growing up. It was one of the reasons Charles had gotten Leo. So, seeing his sister so in love with his little puppy, he knew he had to do something.
Charles picked Leo up and pulled his sister up from the floor. She put Leo in his harness, attached his lead and put him on the floor. "Why don't you take him for a walk?" He said and pointed her towards the door.
But she didn't leave. "Cha," she whispered, looking back at her boyfriend. "What're you doing?"
He whispered something in her ear, something that Max and Lando couldn't hear. Something along the lines of 'I'm gonna try and convince these guys to get you a dog'.
She couldn't help but smile as she walked out, Leo at her heels.
Charles began talking to Max and Lando. But what he was suggesting was unrealistic. How could they have a dog when they already have cats? It wouldn't have been fair to Jimmy and Sassy.
But Charles wouldn't drop it, wouldn't drop how happy she looked when she was with Leo. Wouldn't drop how happy she would be if they got her a puppy.
By the time she came back with Leo, they still weren't convinced. But Max couldn't get it out of his head. They were his cats at the end of the day.
It didn't take long for him to work out that he'd do anything to make her happy, including get a puppy.
Charles took her away for a week. He was in on it, happy to help however he could.
And, while they were away, Max and Lando brought home Baguette. The name was Lando's idea, a 'French Poodle for a French girl'. Which pissed her off because she was not in fact French.
It was Max's job to introduce Baguette to the cats. It wasn't smooth sailing, but the boys knew it wasn't going to be. And, by the time Charles brought her home, Baguette and the cats were coming fast friends.
The memory of the first time she met Baguette would always be ingrained into Max and Lando's memory.
She threw her arms around Lando's neck the moment she walked into the apartment, unaware. But then she heard the barking.
"Is Leo here?" She asked, clearly confused as she looked around for the puppy.
But Max didn't emerge with a puppy. Well, not that puppy anyway. The French Poodle puppy was a stranger to her. "We got you something," Lando said as he watched her expression.
"No." It was almost a whisper as Max approached, Baguette in his arms.
"Baguette, say hello to your mommy," Max said as he passed her the dog.
Her mouth fell open as she took Baguette from Max. "This... this is a joke, right?" She couldn't stop herself from asking as Max wrapped his arm around Lando's waist. "You guys got me a dog?"
"We sure did, baby," Lando said as he stepped out from Max's embraced. He stroked Baguettes head, touched his soft, curly ears. "Baby, meet Baguette."
(Baguette below)
look at that, i lied, anyway fic up later
I have so many ideas for fics but the second i go to write one my brain just says actually no i dont know how to form a cohesive sentence go to sleep
Ill do a fic tmrw night, either spencer reid or perhaps a kimi raikkonen
I have finished adding all of my fics onto Ao3, btw! Tumblr will always get fics first by a day or so but then they will go up on the archive!
Link to my Ao3
Me every so often with bananas, then I get told off for overd*sing bananas, apparently a legitimate thing if I did it a lot
sometimes you dont eat fruit for awhile and then you eat some fruit and you're like oh fuck its fruit
I write exclusively for me and my wife, that is all
Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"
All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"
this is why its my comfort show
criminal minds: a comedy trailer
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