Criminal Minds Kink Meme Fics
Title: Heat Index
Pairing(s): David Rossi/Spencer Reid
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Dave first met Spencer, he couldn't stand the kid.
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When David first met Reid, he couldn't stand him.
The kid was weird. All big eyes and nervous hand gestures. Dave found, if not his intelligence, then certainly the hair-trigger on it to be unnerving, and his directness a little creepy.
Dave certainly wasn't dreaming up ways to get Reid alone and his clothes off. Sweatervests notwithstanding, Reid's attractiveness didn't escape Dave. Reid was "geeky chic" before "geeky chic" was cool, which wasn't in Dave's tastes at the time, but even then he noticed the lovely caramel of Reid's eyes; the graceful lines of his fingers on those rare occasions that they sat still. Even then, Dave felt that curious tug he feels in the presence of someone who is sexually interesting to him whenever he and Reid got close and he was reminded of the boy's height, the size of his hands - easily forgotten from a distance because Reid is both naturally and purposefully unimposing.
Dave figured that at some point he'd snap and punch the kid... or jump his bones. With time, he even stopped caring which. He just tried to limit those times when they were alone together as much as possible; he'd returned to the BAU for a reason, after all. And he didn't want to ruin his opportunity by getting thrown out for attacking a fellow agent (in any sense of the word).
Unfortunately (or, as it would turn out, fortunately) for Dave, Hotch seemed determined at the time to thwart all of Dave's plans. He threw Dave and Reid together for case after case.
Finally, Dave cracked. He pushed Reid up against a hotel room wall mid-ramble and swallowed the tail-end of some statistic. At worst, he thought, he'd get in one good taste of the boy before being punched, pushed away, and/or reported.
At best, he'd get a little lukewarm sex that would, hopefully, both shut the kid up and get him out of Dave's system.
Boy was he wrong.
Reid didn't punch him. Or push him. He was as complacent and receptive as Dave supposed he would be if he was at all receptive... For, like, a minute. Then he pulled back and pierced Dave with those iced coffee eyes and took over their kiss with some gusto.
'Lukewarm' didn't even register on Dave's thermometer before the kid took them straight to 'red hot.' What followed was some of the hottest, roughest (for it being their first time together), most acrobatic sex of Dave's life.
Which wouldn't be the reason Dave had more or less fallen in love with Reid, by the next time they were sent out on a similar consult...
But just to say it- Dave really loved their hate sex. Almost as much as he loves their lovemaking now.
Title: Non-standard
Pairing(s): Various (Hotch/Reid, Reid/Prentiss, Hotch/JJ, Rossi/Morgan, Prentiss/JJ)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The team is taken captive and forced to have sex with one another. One of the women end up pregnant.
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They've always been closer than a standard team of agents; like family, and they even refer to themselves that way.
But there are things that family members should not know about each other, and ways in which no one should learn a thing about somebody else.
Reid shouldn't know what it feels like to have Hotch move inside of him; Hotch - the paternal figure in their unit - shaking with rage and horror (at himself, Reid just knows it, which is so much worse than if Hotch would just feel disgust for having to do this with Reid or disgust at their captor, who is the only one in the room actually deserving of blame) and Reid, the "baby" of their group - even at thirty-years-old - biting his lip bloody not to scream.
Reid shouldn't know what Emily's face looks like when she comes. And even if he were lucky enough to have actually earned this knowledge... He shouldn't have been forced to take it in front of the live audience of their closest friends and teammates.
If they were all going to learn how much Morgan still struggles with what Carl Buford did to him, it should have been through his confiding in them in conversation. Not because they'd listened to him break down while Rossi, voice thick and broken, talked him through unwanted penetration.
J.J. Shouldn't have had to go home to her husband from that ordeal with Emily's bite mark on the inside of her left thigh, small bruises in the imprint of Hotch's fingers on her hips.
There are some tragedies that no normal family can survive. Maybe if J.J. had gotten pregnant instead of Emily, who - whatever else she might be - is a Catholic at heart, and wouldn't consider aborting her baby... Maybe if one of the men besides Reid had been the father... (Reid with all of his fears and issues about passing on his mother's illness to his biological children.) Maybe that would have been easier.
Luckily,they've never been a standard family either; they've never been normal. Their lives have never been easy. And if anyone can survive what they've survived and somehow make the right next moves...
They can.
Title: Fallen at My Feet
Pairing(s): Hotch/Reid, implied Morgan/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The thought that Reid has feelings for Morgan preys upon Hotch's mind. He uses his advantage as Spencer's dom to clear up the issue of just how big a threat Morgan is to their arrangement.
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It's nothing serious. At least, that's what Spencer tells him; that's what Aaron tells himself. A 'common infatuation', Spencer calls it. 'Nothing's going to happen,' Spencer's said. 'Nothing would ever come of it, Aaron, even if Morgan felt the same way.'
But Aaron can't let it go. It preys on his mind, and when they're in the middle of a scene, it maybe runs his mouth a bit more than he should let it.
"I want you to go over there as soon as you're done and prove that it's nothing," he says, with his fist curled in Spencer's hair and Spencer kneeling at his feet. Spencer lets Aaron's straining cock pop out of his mouth with a smack, eyes wide and disbelieving. Aaron twists his wrist enough for Spencer to wince and jerk in his grasp and glares. "I didn't say I want you to stop," he growls and Spencer quickly swallows him down again.
"I want you to get him out of your system, Spencer... Beg him to fuck you if you have to," Aaron continues. With Spencer effectively gagged, he can only answer with his eyes, but those eyes are so expressive... When Aaron says, "Is that what you want?" he can read Spencer's response clearly.
Aaron sneers. He begins to thrust into Spencer's mouth, eventually swatting Spencer's hands away from his hips. "Don't lie to yourself, Spencer," he says and then commands, "Let me," when Spencer struggles. "Now. Put your hands behind your back and take it. You know I won't hurt you... Except the way you need to be hurt. "
Spencer complies, but Aaron presses his thumbs into the corners of Spencer's mouth, as if Spencer would try and push him out again. "Yes... Good," Aaron praises when Spencer moans in the back of his throat, even through the tears beginning to leak down his face. "Good..."
This could be one of a dozen games they've played with one another over the years, but an idea has formed in Aaron's head. Of listening to Spencer walk next door; of hearing the knock and knowing that when it's answered Spencer will be asking another man for sex.
He imagines Spencer's face red with humiliation and shame from Morgan's gentle rejection. The way Spencer would shake if Aaron teased him about it. How he'd writhe as Aaron punished him for offering himself up to anyone but his dom ("Like a whore," Aaron would say. "A slut. Is that what you've become Spencer?") no matter that Aaron had ordered him to do it. Spencer would take his punishment without complaint, and thank Aaron for it.
Aaron warns Spencer that he's coming - that Spencer will regret if he doesn't swallow everything - and let's himself go.
And when Spencer smiles up at him, thinking that their scene is over, Aaron lets the idea take hold. He keeps a stern expression on his face and feels a shock of adrenaline race up his spine when Spencer's smile falters, when his eyes become uncertain.
"Well?" he asks, keeping the anticipation out of his voice.
"I-"
"You're done. You know what you have to do. Get dressed and get out."
Aaron can see the second Spencer gets it... The shudder that travels his body. The excitement that sparks alongside a flicker of horror. Spencer isn't sure if Aaron is being serious, and he can't decide whether or not he'd prefer it if Aaron were.
Aaron makes the decision for him.
He curls his fingers in Spencer's hair again and pulls until Spencer is forced to scramble to his feet.
Spencer is so unsettled by this new game Aaron is playing with him that an "Ow" escapes his lips, and dark satisfaction fills Aaron as Spencer looks to him immediately, nervously, flushed. But before Spencer can stutter more than the start of an apology (one of their rules is that Spencer cannot cry out unless Aaron gives him permission) Aaron stops him.
"You can do what you're told, Spencer," he says, as if Spencer's indiscretion hadn't happened. "Or you can say the word." Spencer prides himself in the fact that he's never used their safe word, no matter how far Aaron has pushed him or how - a time or two - he's really wanted to say it.
And Aaron knows that.
"I-" Spencer's voice is breathy, light. Panicked? Or just that turned on? Maybe both. "Aaron... Don't make me-"
"Are you going to say the word, Spencer?"
Aaron's heart pounds in his chest. A part of him wants Spencer to fold. Wants to withdraw his request, so Spencer won't have to. But that's not what this is about, and Aaron wasn't really requesting.
"No..." Spencer says quietly. Aaron can see that he's shaking. His voice is thick. "I- if this is what you want..."
Aaron crushes their mouths together. He only let's Spencer go when he is breathing heavily, clutching at Aaron almost desperately. He says, against the shell of Spencer's ear, relishing Spencer's resultant shivers, "I want you to realize... Whatever you feel for him... Doesn't matter. But not because nothing will come from it..." Aaron whispers in Spencer's ear, "It doesn't matter because I decide what happens to you. Do you understand?"
Spencer nods.
Pairing(s): David Rossi/Spencer Reid
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Dave first met Spencer, he couldn't stand the kid.
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When David first met Reid, he couldn't stand him.
The kid was weird. All big eyes and nervous hand gestures. Dave found, if not his intelligence, then certainly the hair-trigger on it to be unnerving, and his directness a little creepy.
Dave certainly wasn't dreaming up ways to get Reid alone and his clothes off. Sweatervests notwithstanding, Reid's attractiveness didn't escape Dave. Reid was "geeky chic" before "geeky chic" was cool, which wasn't in Dave's tastes at the time, but even then he noticed the lovely caramel of Reid's eyes; the graceful lines of his fingers on those rare occasions that they sat still. Even then, Dave felt that curious tug he feels in the presence of someone who is sexually interesting to him whenever he and Reid got close and he was reminded of the boy's height, the size of his hands - easily forgotten from a distance because Reid is both naturally and purposefully unimposing.
Dave figured that at some point he'd snap and punch the kid... or jump his bones. With time, he even stopped caring which. He just tried to limit those times when they were alone together as much as possible; he'd returned to the BAU for a reason, after all. And he didn't want to ruin his opportunity by getting thrown out for attacking a fellow agent (in any sense of the word).
Unfortunately (or, as it would turn out, fortunately) for Dave, Hotch seemed determined at the time to thwart all of Dave's plans. He threw Dave and Reid together for case after case.
Finally, Dave cracked. He pushed Reid up against a hotel room wall mid-ramble and swallowed the tail-end of some statistic. At worst, he thought, he'd get in one good taste of the boy before being punched, pushed away, and/or reported.
At best, he'd get a little lukewarm sex that would, hopefully, both shut the kid up and get him out of Dave's system.
Boy was he wrong.
Reid didn't punch him. Or push him. He was as complacent and receptive as Dave supposed he would be if he was at all receptive... For, like, a minute. Then he pulled back and pierced Dave with those iced coffee eyes and took over their kiss with some gusto.
'Lukewarm' didn't even register on Dave's thermometer before the kid took them straight to 'red hot.' What followed was some of the hottest, roughest (for it being their first time together), most acrobatic sex of Dave's life.
Which wouldn't be the reason Dave had more or less fallen in love with Reid, by the next time they were sent out on a similar consult...
But just to say it- Dave really loved their hate sex. Almost as much as he loves their lovemaking now.
Title: Non-standard
Pairing(s): Various (Hotch/Reid, Reid/Prentiss, Hotch/JJ, Rossi/Morgan, Prentiss/JJ)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The team is taken captive and forced to have sex with one another. One of the women end up pregnant.
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They've always been closer than a standard team of agents; like family, and they even refer to themselves that way.
But there are things that family members should not know about each other, and ways in which no one should learn a thing about somebody else.
Reid shouldn't know what it feels like to have Hotch move inside of him; Hotch - the paternal figure in their unit - shaking with rage and horror (at himself, Reid just knows it, which is so much worse than if Hotch would just feel disgust for having to do this with Reid or disgust at their captor, who is the only one in the room actually deserving of blame) and Reid, the "baby" of their group - even at thirty-years-old - biting his lip bloody not to scream.
Reid shouldn't know what Emily's face looks like when she comes. And even if he were lucky enough to have actually earned this knowledge... He shouldn't have been forced to take it in front of the live audience of their closest friends and teammates.
If they were all going to learn how much Morgan still struggles with what Carl Buford did to him, it should have been through his confiding in them in conversation. Not because they'd listened to him break down while Rossi, voice thick and broken, talked him through unwanted penetration.
J.J. Shouldn't have had to go home to her husband from that ordeal with Emily's bite mark on the inside of her left thigh, small bruises in the imprint of Hotch's fingers on her hips.
There are some tragedies that no normal family can survive. Maybe if J.J. had gotten pregnant instead of Emily, who - whatever else she might be - is a Catholic at heart, and wouldn't consider aborting her baby... Maybe if one of the men besides Reid had been the father... (Reid with all of his fears and issues about passing on his mother's illness to his biological children.) Maybe that would have been easier.
Luckily,they've never been a standard family either; they've never been normal. Their lives have never been easy. And if anyone can survive what they've survived and somehow make the right next moves...
They can.
Title: Fallen at My Feet
Pairing(s): Hotch/Reid, implied Morgan/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The thought that Reid has feelings for Morgan preys upon Hotch's mind. He uses his advantage as Spencer's dom to clear up the issue of just how big a threat Morgan is to their arrangement.
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It's nothing serious. At least, that's what Spencer tells him; that's what Aaron tells himself. A 'common infatuation', Spencer calls it. 'Nothing's going to happen,' Spencer's said. 'Nothing would ever come of it, Aaron, even if Morgan felt the same way.'
But Aaron can't let it go. It preys on his mind, and when they're in the middle of a scene, it maybe runs his mouth a bit more than he should let it.
"I want you to go over there as soon as you're done and prove that it's nothing," he says, with his fist curled in Spencer's hair and Spencer kneeling at his feet. Spencer lets Aaron's straining cock pop out of his mouth with a smack, eyes wide and disbelieving. Aaron twists his wrist enough for Spencer to wince and jerk in his grasp and glares. "I didn't say I want you to stop," he growls and Spencer quickly swallows him down again.
"I want you to get him out of your system, Spencer... Beg him to fuck you if you have to," Aaron continues. With Spencer effectively gagged, he can only answer with his eyes, but those eyes are so expressive... When Aaron says, "Is that what you want?" he can read Spencer's response clearly.
Aaron sneers. He begins to thrust into Spencer's mouth, eventually swatting Spencer's hands away from his hips. "Don't lie to yourself, Spencer," he says and then commands, "Let me," when Spencer struggles. "Now. Put your hands behind your back and take it. You know I won't hurt you... Except the way you need to be hurt. "
Spencer complies, but Aaron presses his thumbs into the corners of Spencer's mouth, as if Spencer would try and push him out again. "Yes... Good," Aaron praises when Spencer moans in the back of his throat, even through the tears beginning to leak down his face. "Good..."
This could be one of a dozen games they've played with one another over the years, but an idea has formed in Aaron's head. Of listening to Spencer walk next door; of hearing the knock and knowing that when it's answered Spencer will be asking another man for sex.
He imagines Spencer's face red with humiliation and shame from Morgan's gentle rejection. The way Spencer would shake if Aaron teased him about it. How he'd writhe as Aaron punished him for offering himself up to anyone but his dom ("Like a whore," Aaron would say. "A slut. Is that what you've become Spencer?") no matter that Aaron had ordered him to do it. Spencer would take his punishment without complaint, and thank Aaron for it.
Aaron warns Spencer that he's coming - that Spencer will regret if he doesn't swallow everything - and let's himself go.
And when Spencer smiles up at him, thinking that their scene is over, Aaron lets the idea take hold. He keeps a stern expression on his face and feels a shock of adrenaline race up his spine when Spencer's smile falters, when his eyes become uncertain.
"Well?" he asks, keeping the anticipation out of his voice.
"I-"
"You're done. You know what you have to do. Get dressed and get out."
Aaron can see the second Spencer gets it... The shudder that travels his body. The excitement that sparks alongside a flicker of horror. Spencer isn't sure if Aaron is being serious, and he can't decide whether or not he'd prefer it if Aaron were.
Aaron makes the decision for him.
He curls his fingers in Spencer's hair again and pulls until Spencer is forced to scramble to his feet.
Spencer is so unsettled by this new game Aaron is playing with him that an "Ow" escapes his lips, and dark satisfaction fills Aaron as Spencer looks to him immediately, nervously, flushed. But before Spencer can stutter more than the start of an apology (one of their rules is that Spencer cannot cry out unless Aaron gives him permission) Aaron stops him.
"You can do what you're told, Spencer," he says, as if Spencer's indiscretion hadn't happened. "Or you can say the word." Spencer prides himself in the fact that he's never used their safe word, no matter how far Aaron has pushed him or how - a time or two - he's really wanted to say it.
And Aaron knows that.
"I-" Spencer's voice is breathy, light. Panicked? Or just that turned on? Maybe both. "Aaron... Don't make me-"
"Are you going to say the word, Spencer?"
Aaron's heart pounds in his chest. A part of him wants Spencer to fold. Wants to withdraw his request, so Spencer won't have to. But that's not what this is about, and Aaron wasn't really requesting.
"No..." Spencer says quietly. Aaron can see that he's shaking. His voice is thick. "I- if this is what you want..."
Aaron crushes their mouths together. He only let's Spencer go when he is breathing heavily, clutching at Aaron almost desperately. He says, against the shell of Spencer's ear, relishing Spencer's resultant shivers, "I want you to realize... Whatever you feel for him... Doesn't matter. But not because nothing will come from it..." Aaron whispers in Spencer's ear, "It doesn't matter because I decide what happens to you. Do you understand?"
Spencer nods.