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hey bae, idrk how to request stuff its been a long time since i have !

but i was wondering if i could request an elle greenaway x reader where they supposedly ‘hate’ each other at work but theyre actually dating and they act like that to avoid suspicion and elle gets caught in a like shooter thing and then she gets back safely (based on that b99 episode w rosa)

or if thats too detailed idk,, just the last bit, ‘elle gets caught in a like shooter thing and then she gets back safely (based on that b99 episode w rosa’

idk if this makes sense i wqs daydreaming abt it in the car earlier and i am so sleep deprived rn idek if im making words right

so sorry for how long this is i love the elle fic u posted 07.10 !! im sleel now im fallimg aslepp

𓆰♡︎𓆪 What Goes On In The Dark. —

Elle Greenaway x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst/fluff.

warnings: hostage situation, mentions of violence, blood, and shot wounds. JJ is a profiler here. Liaison!Y/n, grief, mentions of suicide, gun violence, nothing too graphic.

synopsis: i’ll love you till the very end, amor.

a/n: i hope you enjoy my take on this request, lovely!

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↳ ❝Don’t let last words be ones to regret.❞⁣ -Unknown

⌫

Quantico, The Behavioral Analysis Unit was always my goal from the very start, I'd walked into the double doors of the place on my first day bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, all the whilst every horror imaginable lay beneath.

There was a lot to dislike about the place, the bureaucracy the most damning flaw of all, It was a tangled mess that the agents had to deal with, to remember why you're there was to do your job well.

Elle Greenaway and I were alike in that way, we wanted to help the world be a safer place, I remember our first meeting, she'd welcomed me to hell. Her piercing brown eyes stared me down, scanning me as if she could see right through to my soul.

The blush that kissed my skin that day was embarrassing and exciting all at once. She'd find ways to talk to me, excuses to come to my office. The new liaison. I'd let the team know my doors were open at any point in time, and God did she ever abuse it. Suddenly pencils regularly disappeared from her desk. Could she use one of mine? Did I have a stapler? Hers was empty.

It was...flattering.

I couldn't lie, the agent had piqued my interest from the start. A smooth talker with a quick tongue. Clever. Amazing at her job. Just my type, you could consider me charmed from day one. She had me in the palm of her hand.

From there it was inevitable, I was hers.

Again, the ladder of the BAU was a tough one to work around, the night we finally hooked up, it was under the guise of me not having a ride home from work. My car was in the shop...The same one that was parked just in the garage parking lot, furthest space away from the other's eyes.

That night, staring into puddles of hazel brown, brunette locks tickling my skin; I knew I'd developed an addiction, and god was it a euphoric one.

↳

When we made it official, Elle gave me a locket, heart pendant with a picture of us in it. We'd agreed to keep it on the down low until we knew how to break it to Strauss and the rest.

That's when Operation: Become The Enemy started. Pretend to be absolutely revolted by one another at work, disappear into our own little world when alone.

It was a riot trying to pretend I hated the woman, hell, she drove me insane in all the best ways. She was my drug.

God, was she ever.

Being snapped back to reality tends to ruin all fantasies.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

The BAU was my dream. My goal from the start. I wanted to be here, I wanted to be here.

My chest felt tight, my every limb aching the moment Hotch cleared it. Allowed her to go inside. Why did it have to her? Why did she have to be the hero?

It's our job, I know. I repeated that to myself so many fucking times whilst watching her put on that damned bulletproof vest which did nothing to silence my worries. — Every other part of her became fair game.

My chest hurt, my breathing sped up. Everything blurred. Before long I was being escorted to my seat by a worried JJ, I couldn't even tell her the reason I was so upset. I felt myself drowning, sorrow encapsulated my entire being, paralyzing me with a fear I'd never felt in forever.

The fear of loss. Grief.

I couldn't believe it, the world was taking from me what happiness I had gotten back, and to make it all worse...

She'd probably thought I hated her.

POP. POP. POP.

"Was that a gunshot?! We're going in. NOW"!

It was at that moment, my sorrow melded into anger and determination. Hotch and Rossi, I could see a moment of doubt on their faces, but there was none in mine. I nodded at them, jaw set.

I could see relief wash over Aaron, I could hear Jennifer exhale.

I got geared up, muttering a quiet.

"We're going to get Elle".

⌫

12 hours ago.

I could feel her icy glare on me, but I couldn't look her way. I wouldn't. I was too prideful. Too stubborn. Too...hurt.

It all seems so stupid now in hindsight but then, then it felt so serious. End of the world serious.

She was still worried of exposing our relationship and what that would mean, fearful. I could see it in her eyes that she didn't wanna risk the chance of losing what we had, but I was tired. Too tired to look at it from a different perspective, to be rational. I wanted the world to know.

It'd been an almost full year of Elle and Y/n. Didn't that mean something to her?

Now that I think about it; It probably meant everything to her, and that's where her hesitance stemmed from. Maybe if I hadn't been so boneheaded...

↳

Elle walked into your office that day, two cups of coffee in hand and a to-go bag under her chin. It was early before most of the team had even arrived. She wanted to get there before it was time for another award-winning performance of pretending to hate the woman she loved the most.

The smile that greeted you was one of pure happiness, and it had only been met with a grimace of discomfort, and a problem waiting to be made. I mean, how dare she? Bring you coffee and scones while you prepped to present another harrowing case to the team with Garcia? How absolutely dare she?

When she saw the grimace on your face after sitting the coffee and scones down, her smile faded almost immediately. Knowing instantly what this would be about, the same conversation had been going on for a week and a half now that your one-year anniversary was quickly approaching.

"It's a little early, no? You usually don't come in so soon".

That was a lie, you both knew it but Elle also knew that was only the gateway to your next question. She sits before you, pulling up a chair.

"Y/n, pleas—"

"I don't wanna do it anymore, Elle. Can't we tell Strauss and them? Our anniversary is two weeks away, we've been going behind their backs for too long...I want them to know".

Elle sighs, you'd asked this so many times and the answer stayed the same. Her lips part to speak but it's stuck in her throat, it's dying there and in her silence you find disappointments. Your mouth fixes into a slight scowl.

"Well"?

Elle finally speaks, "You know why we can’t".

Her answer again left you dissatisfied, but this time instead of fighting it, you allow words you regret to slip through the cloud of emotions you were feeling. Before you know it, it's too late to take them back, Elle's face had already fallen, and your ego was too big to take it all back.

"Fine. Well, maybe we shouldn't even be doing this. I'm tired of being just two coworkers hooking up".

The words hang in the air, toxic and venomous. The fumes left a nasty stench. Elle notices you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you often do when uncomfortable or nervous. Yet you speak not a word.

She stands, clearing her throat.

"Just two coworkers hooking up? That's what you think of our relationship? Wow".

And that, that was all she said. There was so much and nothing left to say, neither of you quite processed what had happened before she left your office on that sullen note.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

The case had gone from a simple familial kidnapping to not only the dad holding his daughter hostage but an entire library. My Elle had gone inside that place, her bravery had always inspired me, but today I couldn't help but have a strong disdain for it. The way she was immediately ready to go. It was her nature. It was MY nature. The entirety of the BAU would've done the same, and all I could think was why it had to be here.

When we got in, it was already too late. James had shot Elle in the thigh, and his daughter in the arm, before he'd turned the gun on himself.

I'd rushed to her side, the first one there whilst the rest tended to the others. She was already grey, lips pale and blue and eyes barely opened.

From that moment, leaving her side wasn't an option, the only time I did so was when she was rolled away for surgery. The hours spent with her gone was just me sobbing uncontrollably in Penelope's arms.

I was no longer able to pretend, and I was hoping, praying to whatever God I could that she'd make it out of that surgery alive to be mad at me about that.

I could hear her voice telling me to pull myself together, I was being too obvious. I could see her soft smile vividly in my mind winking at me right after that.

It was touch and go, touch and go.

Finally, the doctor came to talk to us.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

I put the finishing touches on it, my heartbeat so loud I could hear it pumping. God, I was so nervous. I'd never done something like this before, I never thought I could be doing something like this before.

I'd rejected the idea of commitment, shunned it. The thought of long-term relationships terrified me. Maybe, maybe that was why it was so difficult to convince me.

I'd convinced myself it was because I wasn't ready for the big boy's club to have the spotlight on my relationship, it was bad enough their eyes were watching my every move at work, but my personal life?

And yeah, that was the reason for about 6 months, but I knew in my soul of souls that I wanted her. Solely her. I didn't care about bureaucracy that much, hell, I was the reason there were eyes on me after the shooting they'd watched me like a hawk.

But no, that wasn't the reason. It was my safety net. My excuse to mull over my own grievances with love and relationships. I could see the sadness wash over her face every time I'd say 'not now', and it broke me each time.

I just...wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I was worthy and deserving of love. That a relationship could be healthy/

I was constantly watching my back, waiting for it all to fall so I could prove myself right. When it didn't...When I almost lost her to my own foolishness, it was the biggest wake-up call of my life. — Waking up in that hospital bed, I remember it vividly. Looking to my right to see a sea of ginger curls strewn about my bed, her soft snores filled my ears. She sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair with her head lying on my bed, and it was clear she hadn't gotten any sleep in days.

Later, I was told I'd been in a coma for three weeks.

In those three weeks, she'd never left my side until she had to shower, eat, or change. Morgan told me he'd arrive only to see her doing work beside me and Hotch was more than gracious enough to allow her to be with me.

⌫

Her eyes opened, pained by the awful fluorescent lighting overhead, and as her eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, she heard a familiar sound, those soft snores like music to her ears when she looked to her right and her suspicions were correct. You rest your head on your arms laid on the edge of her bed just next to her arm without the IV in it. You looked so peaceful, but she noticed how pale your usually cocoa skin looked.

She can't help but wonder how long you'd been there.

When she turns her head away from you, still scanning her surroundings, a soft British accent sounds out beside her rasp and sleep coating your vocals.

"Elle". You spoke so breathlessly as if you'd received the biggest surprise of your life. She took note of the way your eyes immediately welled up, apologies stumbling from your lips, "Baby, I'm so sorry I didn't mean—”

She'd shushed you, scooting over and patting a spot next to her. When you join her on the hospital bed that barely fits one let alone two, she kisses the top of your head, hand scratching and massaging through your soft ginger afro, she sighs and shakes her head, looking down at you.

"I know you didn't. Just sleep with me for right now, yeah"?

A tear slips from your eyes, you nuzzle gently into her side further, careful to not worsen any of her injuries.

"Yeah".

↳

I'd probably asked her to repeat what had almost happened to me a thousand times, something about hearing it was healing almost.

Though, she could make anything sound interesting with her voice like honeycomb. It was the one of the first things about her that’d caught my attention.

She knew how to make it real for me.

⌫

Elle lay in your arms, her head resting in your lap with your nails massaging her scalp. This wasn't the first time she'd asked you to retell the story, it was the fourth in a single week. You were happy to oblige, even if it hurt you to talk about seeing her almost die, You knew she needed this, and if it helped her in any way, you were glad to.

"The bullet hit a major artery. The doctor had come out to tell us of your death, I think my knees nearly buckled when I heard her starting to apologize".

She'd looked up at you, eyes and ears focusing solely on you like she hadn't heard the story a previous three times, she'd kissed the back of your hand gently when you had to stop for a moment to recollect yourself talking about how you'd thought you'd lost the love of your life.

Finally, you spoke again, eyes glossy.

"When she was about to call it, tell us her condolences, another of the surgical team ran out to tell her that there was a pulse, you could be saved. As soon as I heard the news, I did drop to my knees. I did. I thanked the stars that I'd get another chance to make it right, to tell you how much I loved you and regretted my words".

"You're doing so good, Beautiful", she'd whispered to you appreciatively, knowing how hard this was for you, It only made her love you that much more seeing the lengths you would go to to help her heal.

"It was touch and go for a few hours after that, you once again died on the table, three times. Finally, the doctor was about to give up until you got a steady pulse. They told us you fought like hell to get back to the team. But I couldn't help but think maybe..."

"It was. It was you, I don't remember much. I was talking to my father on the jet. Telling him all about the team, all about you. How I couldn't leave you just yet...Not on such a standstill".

Your breath caught in your throat at her words, you'd had your fair share of near-death experiences when working in SVU but you weren't sure you'd felt anything but coldness, a darkness. Elle had something to live for. She'd chosen to live for you.

"Y/n".

Your eyes shot to hers, she'd never really addressed you by your first name, only pet names she'd gifted you. So, when she'd said it, she'd gotten your full attention.

"Yea"?

"You were right...You were right, look, for a while" She sat up, moving to face you before continuing, "For a while it was about work, me wanting to continue lying. But, you were right. It wasn't just that".

Elle grabbed your hands in hers, her hazel eyes a vision of fall as she stared into yours, you knew the woman better than anyone, you could see this was hard for her; being vulnerable.

"I never thought of love as something that could be achieved in our field, not long term at least, and after about three failed relationships in, I stopped pursuing. I became terrified of commitment, and when you came along..."

"You got scared of the things you felt". You finished for her, sighing softly and pressing your forehead against hers, "Me too".

She nodded, "When I left your office thinking we were over, I realized my own cowardice. I knew I couldn't just lose you like that. I was gonna speak up and apologize. Talk it out. Anything. Until"

"Everything..." You whisper and cup her cheek in your hand, searching her eyes for that love, and when you see it. That same glint from first meeting, the side of your lips quirked up into a delicate smile, "I love you, Agent Greenaway".

"And I love you far more, Agent Y/ln".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

I glance at the door anxiously, eyes shifting from that to the clock ticking slowly on the wall, and back. Putting this in the hands of someone other than my own was nerve-wracking, especially dealing with something this important.

Eventually, the door opens, and I'm almost allowed to breathe, but not yet. Not just yet. You're almost there Elle.

Entrusting this with Penelope Garcia of all people was the scariest part of all this, but she came through without spilling all, I admit. She smiles at me, giving a thumbs up. And I appreciate it, I do, but it's not any more comforting. Right now nothing could comfort me.

And then, I look to her.

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A vision of perfection stood before me, and as Garcia finally removed her blindfold, I could feel my face get hot, my heart pumping faster. She was stunning. We stare at each other in awe, I can feel my father whispering in my ear that I was making a good decision.

For so long I'd rejected the idea, and now it was something I was more sure of than anything else in my life.

"Come here, Mi Amor" I hear myself whisper, my voice caught in my throat as I prepared myself for the task ahead. She walks over to me with her hand still cupping her mouth in shock as she grasps what the box in my hand means.

When she's close enough, I get on one knee. The tears welling in my eyes a perfect match for the ones in her.

"You two argue like an old married couple". "They're still at it? Ugh, get a room".

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My voice shakes, I'd never proposed to anyone, let alone after only a year of dating.

"Y/n Y/ln, happy one-year anniversary. Where do I even start this? I know this is probably soon, but...If there's anything in this world I've ever been sure of, It'd be you. My hesitance with commitment almost lost me the most wonderful woman ever crafted. I'm tired of running. I'm tired of hiding...I want you. Forever. Will you do me the honor and marry m-"

Before I could get another word in, I felt her launch herself into my arms, her hold on me confirmed everything I already knew.

I couldn't let anyone else have her. She was too valuable to me. To this world.

"YES! Yes, I'd be so honoured to be your Mrs. Elle Greenaway"!

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: A bit of a trauma dump ahead, but I'm back after going through the death of my uncle only a week ago, having horrible PTSD and sickle cell kicking my ass. I hope this is to your liking, lovely! Sorry for the long wait ):

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Nelson’s Sparrow (Gideon’s Song) Spencer Reid x Black Fem!Y/N

Genre: Angst/Fluff.

Warnings: singer!reader, morgan’s sister!reader, tear jerker, grief, learning to deal with grief

Synopsis: Reid takes Gideon’s death hard and it puts an obvious strain on your relationship - one you didn’t know how to fix. Until you did.

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↳ ❝Grief clouds the vision until you push away those that in your heart you know you need need now more than ever.❞⁣ -Unknown

He never could win a chess match against Jason Gideon. With those dark fatherly eyes and a heart all too big for his chest, the organ scarred and marred till it’d grown black and gnarly with the wounds of the things he’d seen.

It didn’t feel to Reid as if his death was real, all the way from the wake to the funeral Spencer drifted through it all as if watching a film. You had never seen your boyfriend so out of it.

He could never win a chess match with Jason Gideon, and even in his absence he still played the game against the ghost of the last father figure he’d ever known. You’d awaken to find him asleep at his desk in the home library; An unfinished chess match on the table.

Your heart clenched each time, a helpless exhausted smile on your face as you wake him up again only for a cold greeting and an even colder goodbye.

“Spencer, you fell asleep again. It’s 8:39. You have work soon”.

With sunken eyes and pale skin, he would wave you off and go to get ready for work during which you still made him breakfast and brewed him coffee. No matter what, you knew you needed to stick by him. You wanted to.

“Spence? You off”?

“Yeah, bye”.

No hugs or kisses had been shared between the two of you in 4 months and yet you never once blamed him. He’d been dragged through hell and back and he still stood tall. You admired your boyfriend more than anyone; His biggest supporter, through and through.

It was too bad Spencer couldn’t see it yet. He didn’t think he deserved the support. In that big ole brain of his, the doctors only idiocies lied in that of emotions.

He could be book smart all he liked. His brain still lacked the sense to know he deserved love. He deserved love and so, so much more.

[❦]

You sit down with Garcia and JJ at a nearby cafe whilst Spencer got much needed rest at home on a rare day off.

You looked worn and tired beyond your years. You nearly wanted to break down when Garcia pointed out how sad you looked.

You voice cracks when you speak.

“I love him. More than the world itself but I, I don’t know what to do. He doesn’t deserve this”.

The cold crisp air hits your sickly pale caramel skin, exposing your cracked lips and dark under eye circles to both JJ and Garcia. They looked on in pity.

You’d always been the bubbly social type, everytime they’d ever seen you at an event? You were the life of the party. The most lively there.

Now you seemed…dull. As if you only saw in hues of grey and off white.

“Have you been taking care of yourself? That’s the first thing you need to do, darlin’. You can’t help Spencer if you haven’t helped yourself”.

JJ squeezes your hand from across the table; Your eyes glaze over tearfully.

“I-I hadn’t thought about it, Jaje. I’ve been so worried about him, I just… haven’t”.

You look down at the now stale bagel on your plate that had been left relatively untouched. You hadn’t much of an appetite lately let alone much worry in your own self care or appearance.

“Tell ya what, Hun. Come to mine for the day! We’ll do a spa day. Ooh! and I’ll make vegan lasagna”!

You laugh through your tears at Penelope’s natural gift of whimsy, her ability to make everything feel okay for a moment.

You smile.

“I’m in”.

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Your day with JJ and Penelope ended with invitations being texted to the entire team. Keep it lowkey, don’t tell Spencer.

You gripped your purse handle tightly; A home that used to comfort turned into one that brought dread, you felt…lighter when spending the day with Penelope and Jennifer, now you’d have to walk back into a home where love had been paused. A sanctuary that turned into an asylum for the mentally insane. You and Spencer barely speak, both depressed and not nearly in a state to converse with each other let alone the world.

The only comfort you got was that Spencer would most likely be tucked away in his office, playing chess with a ghost or working himself to the bone with little regard for his physical and mental health. Except, that’s not how you found Spencer.

You were sure it was your boyfriend, with the dirty blonde locks and tired eyes, thin from a lack of caring for himself and remembering to eat but…His eyes are sorrowful and they cry. His shoulders bounced with the weight of the wet sobs he let out. You hadn’t seen him cry since the day he’d come back after catching Gideon’s killer, collapsing in your arms and crying himself to sleep. You were his safe space, a home within a home but Spencer knew loss all too well- He hid. Disgusted with himself for pulling you into a dangerous lifestyle, but now… He needed you. You weren’t to abandon a love so beautiful.

“Spencer”? You called out, sighing and dropping your purse down to the couch, kicking your shoes off and walking over to him with the caution of an animal rescuer to a wounded dog. When your hand touched his shoulder, as expected, he flinched away from your touch, you sucked air through your teeth and shook your head, you knew pride wasn’t something either of you needed to fight against right now; sitting in your boys' lap, you wrap your around him and rest his head on your chest, allowing him to let everything out.

“Just let me comfort you, Spence. We’re both tired, don’t fight me”.

He’d been hiding his emotions for so long that his tears drenched the fabric of your sweater, turning the grey colour black.

“Just let me comfort you…”

That’s how the two of you fell asleep, within one another’s arms for the first time in a long time and you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss it. That the feel of his arms around you made your heartbeat in your chest when he’d finally stopped crying; his arms wrapping and tightening around you, exhausted from crying for so long. Not a word was spoken between the two of you but you could tell the air felt lighter, if only for just a moment.

The next day when you woke up you were in bed under the duvet and Spencer was gone. The residue of the feeling of his arms saddened you, you missed him.

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“Why are you up so late”? Spencer asked when he came home later that night, his voice, gruff in your ear startled you from your present task, you put down your pen and smile awkwardly, hiding the words under your arm, “No reason, just couldn’t sleep”.

“What’s that”? He asked, pointing to the journal underneath your arm, a grimace settles on your face as you think of an excuse, hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions.

“Grocery l-list”?

Shit. You were a bad liar, it was your downfall in childhood and adulthood it seemed. You could never lie with a straight face and as Spencer examined you with curiosity you could feel yourself stop breathing, waiting for him to go all profiler on you. A trait you heavily disliked in your boyfriend. Spencer, however, takes note of how desperate you were to avoid this and nods his head, eyes sweeping over your figure once more, the grip on his coffee mug strong, he clears his throat and turns around toward the door, taking one last long look at you, “Get some sleep, Petal”.

The word he left in his wake left you stunned.

Your lean back into your chair, your head was thrown back with, silence and a grin. Petal. He once compared you to the vibrance of a petal just come into bloom, he then pronounced you Petal and it’d been your nickname ever since then. A reminder that in his eyes? You bloom. You were his Petal. You were still his Petal.

[❦]

“Hey, Spence. Um, there’s this thing with the team tonight, just a little dinner…If you wanted to go”.

He looked up and now the good doctor was stunned. You adorn a backless black dress with a jewel chain just over the dip of your back, resting just above your crack, with a black pair of red bottoms on your feet. He notes your full face of glam, your hair which was in its natural dark midnight afro - His favorite hairstyle on you. He wanted to say no, but he recognized something; he recognized your willingness to try, your persistence to save your relationship lest grief draw the two of you apart.

And the one person Spencer Reid loved most was you.

You exhale in relief when he speaks.

“Let me get dressed. I’m a little underdressed, aren’t I? You look…beautiful”.

Your heart swells, smiling softly, “I’ll go start the car, yeah”?

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At the party, comfortably situated in one of David Rossi’s summer homes was the start of a break-through for you and the doctor, who noted a stage when he came in. The party was for him. He looked over to you with the raise of his brow, you smile guiltily.

“You have people who love you, Doctor. Unconditionally so, and now we’re going to show you that you’re not alone. Hold this for me”?

With a second of handing him your purse, you disappear to the stage and sit in front of a piano; your chosen instrument since you were 16.

“Spencer Reid, Gideon’s Song. Sparrow in a treetop, eyes dark as night, he sings and it don’t stop, he’s got to send a letter…”

When the song starts, Spencer is enthralled, he immediately realizes why you acted so weird that night when he saw your alleged “grocery list”, his eyes are trapped on you with eyes closed and lips just barely touching the microphone; The song sings a story of a Sparrow atop a tree who sings to send a message, a letter to a boy it once mentored in its human life, a boy it thought of as a son; a boy it respected dearly. At the end of the song, it finally reaches the Sparrows boy. The Sparrow's chosen son.

“What’s that”? He asked, pointing to the journal underneath your arm, a grimace settles on your face as you think of an excuse, hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions.

“Grocery list?

“It reaches his ears, it quiets his fears…The Sparrow’s song…For the Sparrow’s son”. The note is drawn out and high, angelic to the doctors ears as a tear falls from his eyes. He’s surrounded by the people that love him and at the end of the song - His mom is brought in, in a wheelchair, she sits listening to Y/n’s song with her eyes closed, content and adoring the music being brought to her ears. She brought him his mama. God, he didn’t think it was possible to love you more than he did in that moment.

Later that night when it was just he and Morgan talking outside, Morgan smiles at his little brother, patting the younger male on the back.

“You chose a good one, kid. My sister loves you and I know you love her, and you know what”?

“What”? Spencer quirked his eyebrows in curiosity, his hands both in the pockets of his slacks.

“Gideon’s proud of you. We all are, especially Y/n”.

Squeezing his shoulder, Morgan leaves Spencer with something to think about; you come in after him grinning brightly at your boyfriend, “You ready to go”?

Spencer is tall, lanky, within like two steps of a stride he’s in front of you, his lips passionately mingling with yours to your shock but delight. You smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and nearly melting into a puddle in his arms.

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With your legs to your chest, your body drowned in Spencer’s t-shirt, you look at your boyfriend with love and gratitude in your eyes, “Did you like it”?

“Like it would be a bit of an understatement”.

You nod contently, choosing your next words very carefully. You’d lost your sister to lukemia in 2014, she was the one who raised you her entire life, you took care of her up until her eventual death so you knew something of the grief Reid was feeling. You knew it was hard to move forward when losing someone so special to you.

“Do you wanna talk about it”?

“Yeah, yeah I would like that” His adams apple bobs with the knot that appears in his throat thinking of all the emotions he felt. You touch his hand and smile reassuringly, allowing him to speak at his own pace.

“He was the only father figure I knew, he and Hotch trained me, t-taught me”.

“I know, Darlin” You whisper, squeezing his hand.

“It feels suffocating. I’m used to facts and science. Emotions are something I know nothing about and I’ve read book after book on them, articles… This is n-not what I d-”

You move so you’re hugging him, cutting him off as he speaks. He gasps but invites you into his arms without hesitation, the air feels lighter, breathable.

He knows what it means without you speaking. He sighs. One of relief, a weight lifted from his shoulder.

“Thank you. I love you too”.

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A/N: why couldn’t they just let my mans live off screen in his lil cabin bro? 😀

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❥❥ Stolen Breaths. —

Spencer Reid x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst/fluff/smut

warnings: abduction, incest talk, csa talk, sexual harassment, and then immediately after, slight cockwarming, aggressive!spencer, headstrong!reader, hatefucking, punisher!reid.

synopsis: you’re angry at spencer, he’s angry at you, but his newfound aggression yields unexpected reactions.

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You don’t even remember what you were angry about. Maybe it was because he left the seat up, didn’t walk the dog when it was his turn, or maybe it was the way he looked at you. Eyes staring you down a little too long, licking his lips watching you scurry around the kitchen with nothing but a nightgown and bonnet on.

Or maybe… It was you that you were angry at truly. Angry that your bestfriend and roommate no longer felt simply like a bestfriend and roommate. You don’t exactly remember when the lines blurred and the “no dating friends rule” seemed to get childish and impossible to follow, but one day, one day you saw Spencer Reid as someone more than the goofy genius you’d met in Caltech. Maybe, you’d always been in love with him. You no longer knew.

That day though, you and Spencer Reid weren’t on speaking terms. Started that morning in your shared apartment, he was being particularly bitchy as he had been since coming home from prison, and you? Oh, you could no longer take it, the fight boiled over and at some point, you both just said fuck it — You needed to get to work and you had no more fight left inside you. It wasn’t serious, but paired with unlocking your feelings and no longer being shrouded with denial, you couldn’t take it. The car ride was driven in complete silence.

“I got you coffee, take it or leave it”.

Your eyes rest on Spencer’s, tempted to be petty and tell him you’d leave it, but having only slept about 4 hours, you needed all the caffeine you can get, especially with the case in front of you. Your hand grabs onto the mug, briefly meeting Spencer’s, he raises an eyebrow when you seem to flinch away from him, splashing a bit of coffee on your skirt.

“Shit”.

“I’ll go get napkins. Drink. You look exhausted”.

“Gee thanks for telling me, Doctor”. You speak through gritted teeth, which he just let's roll off his back, leaving to get napkins.

You look at the mess, it was small, could be cleaned up quickly, only with the stress already piled, your eyes begin to water, only put off by Spencer’s return. He looks concerned.

“Hey, it’s just coffee. We’ll get this up”.

“Okay..”

“Spence, Y/nn, we’re ready”.

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It’d been a day since you arrived for the case and the silent treatment certainly didn’t end with the coffee incident, no, you and Spencer were too alike for that to happen, too alike to let the stubborn game of cat and mouse go, it bleeds into your work and leaves the room with a lingering stench of tension and way too much pride. You sat in a chair angled just so you could see Reid, stood hunched over the desk, a map in front of him, hair in his face with eyes focused on the geo profile. You’re supposed to be working on a timeline but your eyes can’t keep wandering off your work and stalking the Doctor’s every move, bottom lip seated between your teeth, glances getting longer every time.

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“Hey, Y/n. Can we get the timeline”? Emily interrupts your 6th or 7th staring contests with Reid’s arm veins, with cheeks maroon in embarrassment, you feel like an utter fool to be so wound up about a man during an important case. It reminds you of a schoolgirl crush, and with that in mind, you kick yourself in the ass for being so childish, looking to Garcia for help putting everything together.

“Do you like watching Doctor Who, Y/n”? Penelope asks with a shit-eating grin on her face, your cheeks grow even redder, glaring at the tech analyst, and hearing a snicker coming from JJ just behind you. You weren’t as subtle as you thought.

“Shut up”.

Reid glances up from his map in confusion with eyebrows furrowed, he looks at you like you’re insane, obliviously questioning your tastes, “What’s wrong with Doctor Who”?

“Nothing…” You mumble, slumping down in your seat and finally focusing on what you need to. Your cheeks still hadn’t returned to their original color.

“When you’re ready”. Hotch cuts through sternly, though his eyes reflected amusement, nothing was helping your heartbeat slow down, if you could swallow yourself whole you would sure as shit attempt it. Sitting up, you clear your throat and stand up, “Brianna Victoria, 16, was abducted on April 13th on Shelley Dr. Her body showed up the next day on April 14th on Denver Rd. where her bestfriend Tina Mei was then taken, showing up half-dressed and assaulted on Shelley Dr. the next day on April 15th. She’d told detectives she was supposed to die but her fighting aggravated her captor, he stabs her, then throws her out on Shelley Dr. as planned”.

“The killer goes silent for 2 weeks until Veronica Jordan is abducted on May 1st along with Stacey Leanne on Madison Street which is approximately 3 blocks away from Shelley Dr. and Denver Rd. and though Tina came out strong…” Garcia continues, pressing a button to crime scene photos of the most recent victims posed on Shelley Dr, “Veronica and Stacey were not as lucky”.

“And neither were our most recent abductees, Fiona Yvonne and Jackie Alejandra. Abducted only 6 hours ago”. You finish, a solemn silence falling over the room with the information laid out in front of them.

“Make that 4 dead and 2 alive, Jackie Alejandra was found wandering down Denver Road, Fiona’s body…”? Tara speaks through Rossi’s speakerphone.

“Shelley Dr”.

You guess, sighing knowingly, you knew you were correct. thinking over everything in your head, you look at Tara for an answer, “Was Alejandra assaulted”?

“Didn’t look to be, had a few scratches and what turned out to be Fiona’s blood”.

Spencer goes back to his desk upon hearing this, piquing your interest when he dives into a stack of case files and evidence as if those wheels in his big ole brain had started to turn and the case could be closed now. You walk over to him curiously, looking over his shoulder.

“Kid, what are you thinking”? Rossi speaks up.

“Didn’t Jackie know the other victims as well”? Spencer asks, but you know it’s rhetorical; he knows she knew the other victims. He’s sure of it.

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“He said he loved me, We were gonna get married b-but then he told me Brianna loved him too, Tina too… They were both jealous of me. He only really loved me. I just lured them out there, nothing else…” Jackie’s eyes were distant as she spoke, traumatized and brainwashed by the very man she was supposed to be able to trust. Spencer sits on one side with you on the other, she could only look at you without shaking terribly so he kept out of eyesight.

“Who told you this Jackie? How did Tina, Brianna, and Fiona get in this”?

Her eyes water, spilling over with tears soon after. She grips the thin hospital blanket, clearly rerunning the memories over in her head like a constant film. She stares at you, it instead appears she’s staring right through you.

“He was so angry that day,” Jackie starts, southern accent thick and trembling on each word, “Brianna told me they’d been intimate, I confronted him and he told me she was a lying bitch, she’d come onto him. Told me we needed to get rid of her. So, I lured her to the farm to - to “study” Daddy always said Brianna was pretty, but he told me I was his only girl… His only true Princess”.

Your eyes widen slightly, looking at Reid whose already leaving to go call Hotch and the others while you gather more info.

“Brianna let it slip that Tina Mei knew about her and Papa and that she knew about me and Papa and was gonna tell the school. So, daddy told me to bring her out there too after he got rid of Brianna. She would make them take me away from him… He was angry that day too. Tina Mei didn’t wanna come but I convinced her by telling her what he told me to say…That I wanted to tell the school. He’d be out that day and we could run…He was even angrier when Tina Mei got away, I, um, I got the brunt of it. After that, I stopped bringing friends over”.

Your heart hurt for Jackie, she wasn’t anything other than a traumatized, trauma bonded victim herself. How a father could look at a daughter like that was beyond your comprehension.

“But Fiona… I made the mistake of not going to school one day. Fiona was a nice girl, I liked her a lot. She was one of my only friends after Brianna and Tina. Papa wasn’t worried bout Tina telling anything, she was scared of him and Y’all were focused on Tyler Lyon so he had plenty of time with his real princess. With me. T-till Fiona came over that day… I never get sick, I don’t know why I got sick”. She sniffles, looking away from you, out the hospital's window. You knew this was just to hide the tears, there wasn’t too much interesting about a hospital's roof.

Her voice breaks, and she finally lets the tears out.

“The second he saw her, he let her in, asked her if she’d like some tea. They were talking when I came in, Fiona has a pretty smile. She smiled at me, told me she brought my homework. Papa smiles his toothy grin at me… I nearly collapsed. He invited her for dinner, I hid under my bed like always. s-she was already unconscious by the time he was finished with her. Then h-he…”

“It’s okay, he can’t hurt you here, Jackie”.

She takes in a shaky breath and whimpers, “He loaded her body up in the truck. Took us to Shelley Dr. and left her there. When he was taking her out…I ran. Didn’t look back, just…I just ran”.

You stare pitifully at the girl, a baby. Not that much younger than your oldest little sister. After taking her statement, you go out to meet Reid, a lump in your chest staring into his eyes.

“That little girls been through so much… Let’s go get the bastard, Spencer”.

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Viktor Alejandra was a nasty-looking thing, you were beaming when you finally brought the psychopath in, in the interrogation room the cocky bastard had pissed Spencer off when his eyes lingered too long on you, the fact he seemed to be getting off on making disrespectful and highly inappropriate comments towards you.

It all came to a head when Viktor made one last comment before you and Spencer were done questioning him, ready to send him to prison, but what he says, cannot be ignored.

“You would’ve been my favorite, Agent Y/ln. Would’ve took my time with you… Mm. If only you were younger”.

It all happened so fast, the second you turn around to respond to the disgusting creep, Spencer has him pressed against the wall and you have to pull the two apart, eyeing your partner just as Hotch enters the room. You shake your head at Spencer, “He’s going to prison, let him rot in his cell, Reid”.

Hotch’s disapproving eyes paired with your words seems to sober the Doctor, letting Alejandra go, he growls, “I’ll be there front and center when they put the needle in your arm, Alejandra”.

Your eyes widen in shock, taking your bestfriend out of the room in silence. When you’re out, he snatches his arm from yours and walks off; you feel like a guilty mess for what it does to you.

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The ride home is also one spent in total silence for about 15 minutes, that is. You can’t deny how different Reid’d been acting since he’d gotten home from prison, and today proved it. He was defending you, you were aware, but this was also the man who’d told his crush 10 snail facts as a conversation starter. — Needless to say, the man you previously knew had definitely changed, and your body was fighting to decide if that was a good or bad thing.

“You didn’t have t-”

“I did”.

Instantly irritated, you turn to your roommmate and stare him down, eyes zeroing in on him determinated to get to the bottom of all of this. You were tired and genuinely missed your bestfriend, conflicted feelings aside.

“You’ve been different since prison, Reid”.

“We’ll talk about this inside, Y/n”.

His jaw clenches, eyeing you down with a stare so cold it’d sent shivers down your very spine, if you hadn’t known any better you’d think Reid had lost his mind. From experience you knew he was as serious as a heart attack. You despised when he got this way, always able to stop your frazzled ranting or prideful persistence, swallowing down your earlier words, you’re silenced with a glance.

Though effectively silenced, you hoped the doctor didn’t think this was over. Crossing your arms, you couldn’t be happier when the car stops and you’re finally home. Getting out of the car, you storm ahead of him, hearing him not too far behind calling after you, “Don’t wanna talk about it? Fine. Just fine”. You mumbled under your breath to yourself, struggling to fit the key into the lock. A hand is placed on top of yours, taking the key from your hand, Spencer unlocks the door.

“Now let’s talk”. He says as soon as you two cross the threshold, his voice is a little softer than before, however, you can’t bring yourself to listen, you liked seeing Spencer Reid sweat over you, the game would continue until you’re out of your pencil skirt and freshly showered.

“No”.

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Your first mistake — Mindlessly grabbing a t-shirt from your closet, you slip it over your head without thinking consciously of the significance behind said shirt. The one that Spencer had personally taken off his back when you came home drenched from the rain, the one that soothed you with the scent of Spencer Reid. You stand in front of your full-length mirror, hair cut boyishly short that it gave you a sense of androgyny, it furthered your pixie-like features and feline akin eyes; You smile at yourself, trying to force the tension of tonight away, only; it was time to make your second mistake.

You head downstairs. The clock reads 12:39 A.M. You really shouldn’t be drinking tea so late, but the day was long and you didn’t think you could sleep with the awkwardness between you and Reid still sticking to the air around you, persistently.

You’re stood next to the stove when he comes in, hair damp from his own shower, rocking a Caltech hoodie and a pair of grey sweats. When you don’t acknowledge his presence, he’s already walking closer, stalking towards you with no doubt the conversation you’d long since abandoned on exhaustion alone. You’re sure that’s what he wants, but then he opens his mouth and the next words to come out startle you worse than the whistling of the tea kettle.

He’s burning a hole through your skull when he asks, hand reaching out to touch your wrist and catch your attention, “How long have you been in love with me”?

Turning off the stove, you slowly turn to face the male, searching to find the second head he’d grown, your heart is beating too quickly, your eyes shifting trying to avoid the question and ask your own; you surely hadn’t heard the man right. The man who’d been your bestfriend since college, the man who’d told you JJ was the only woman he’d ever loved.

“What”?

“You’ve never been hard of hearing, Y/n. Answer me”.

There’s that stare again, it’d been haunting your very days and long, long nights. You can feel your knees turning into jelly as your mind scrambles to look for an answer, one that satisfies him without exposing you, his stare doesn’t falter waiting for you to speak, glancing at the clock for a moment, he looks back to you expectantly.

It all tumbles out before you have a chance to stop it, “six years”.

Spencer is getting closer, towered over you with his scent clouding your every sense, it’s there that you drift into a headspace that puts you directly into his hands, his stare contrasts your dazed, confused one, instead his features are scrunched into a dangerous hateful glare, “You just can’t help it, it’s unavoidable”.

With no idea of what he means, you go to speak but no words seem to come out. This was a profiler’s bread and butter, he stares right through you like an open book, examining you, he steps into your very psyche with ease, lifting you onto the counter, the cryptic words he spoke becoming clearer with the next.

“Relax your face, you’re a profiler”.

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“Relax your face, you’re a profiler”.

Those were his next words to me, I wish I could say I mustered up the courage to give a snappy remark back, but the Doctor’s hold on me was like no other, I was never the shy type until he’d come into my life. Used to swear up and down that I didn’t have a crush on him in any way, only to blush profusely keeping eye contact with his hazel browns. He’s a breath away now, I can feel his body heat radiating off of his skin and onto mine, a gentle kiss away. I feel a finger rest beneath my chin and now I’m staring directly into the good doctors' eyes, watching an impossible dream seemingly come true before me. It feels cliche but just perfectly so when his body is pressed against mine thumb swiping over my bottom lip, my left-hand wraps around his wrist, and I don’t miss the way his eyes darken before he leans down to my height and our lips meet.

We’d been friends for 12 years. For so long the urges have stayed shrouded with denial and fear of rejection; my brain drifts to nothingness when I allow his tongue to slip into my willing mouth, my legs nearly buckling underneath me — He keeps his hold on my waist tight, bottom lip tugging at mine, the kiss no longer the tender loving it’d started as; Right now, the room reeks of carnal desire, he pulls away only for a second and I can see it in his eyes. The same relief I’d felt, it had finally all come together, the kiss the last piece to our once forgotten puzzle; his hands come up underneath my thighs, lifting me onto the island with ease, he never breaks eye contact albeit lifting me as if it were nothing.

The silence is broken by a question I’d never thought I would be asking him, “How long have you been in love with me, Doctor”?

It’s then that I recognize the stare, it’d seemed incomprehensible until now, he’s studying me, hesitant of his next words, and that’s when the emotion in his eyes becomes unmistakably clear, “Can I show you”?

“Take the lead, Sir”.

For a moment, it’s as if he hates my being. The glare he holds so disgustingly angry my back hits the cabinet trying to back away. This was my Spencer Reid and yet I felt I knew nothing about him the longer this went on, he hoists me onto my shoulder, I feel a harsh smack to my ass and chuckle sounds through the kitchen as we, well, he walks away to his bedroom. My third and final mistake was thinking it was over. Thinking his anger and mine had dissipated; simply, it’d been delayed, getting into the darkness of the Doctor’s room is when I realize his plan, stood against the cold of the wall watching him grab something unseen from the dresser.

“9 years. Now that I’ve answered your question, you answer mine”.

“W-what do you wanna know”?

There’s a silver glint I see in his hand, unbuttoning his dress shirt with the other, freckled ivory skin peeking from beneath. Every part of him exposes more art, and I’ve become excellent at examining every detail down to the letter, the very reason we stood in this room rooted in my (not so subtle) admiration. My stomach drops into my ass when he turns around finally, holding up a pair of silver handcuffs engraved with “Spencer’s Property” on the sides. His smirk broadens when I turn bright red, “The pretty boy, hm? Never too good with speaking to women”?

My ears ring with the beating of my heart and the thudding of his shoes on the wood floors, the squeak I hear let out I’m not sure is my own, I’d never done so before. What is it now? Midnight? Did I leave the oven on? Lose my keys? Maybe I needed to che— The horror movie genre lacked the Good Doctor’s impeccable timing, too busy finding excuses and ways to escape before I’m putty in his hands; I don’t see him in front of me nor do I feel the handcuffs until they click.

With his lips near my ears, I feel him pressed against my thigh, and it’s way too late now. I know I’m all his. I’m okay with being all. his.

“We’re going to work on your poker face, Agent. Our whole team is aware that you love Doctor Who”.

My eyes widen, like a kid caught sneaking sweets before dinner, a deer in headlights. I knew I wasn’t the most subtle, 2 years of acting classes gone to waste, I suppose.

“That question I had…” Spencer, or whoever this movie villain in his place was began to speak, his eyes darker than before shrouded with an air of danger. “Why do you wish to piss me off so much”? he asks, head tilted to the side; before I can even open my mouth, he’s speaking again.

“Don’t answer that, rhetorical. I know you like it, I saw it this morning and I saw it when I almost strangled Viktor…You love the aggression, don’t you? Well… Now, I’ll give it to you and I’ll enjoy every fucking second of it because you love to push my buttons. Safeword”.

“P-pear”.

“On the bed. I want your face blank, and so help me if I see any reaction, I’ll be carrying you into the jet. Understood”?

I don’t like how speechless he’s gotten me, I want to fight, push his buttons more but in turn…All that comes out is a weakly uttered, “Understood, Doctor”.

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“You look beautiful in my clothes, god…”

Spencer wears only his boxers, adoring the way your needing eyes follow him, whimpers becoming impatient as he prolongs the inevitable as if only to tease and punish you. Climbing into bed, he shakes his head at your growing impatience and sighs, “Crawl to me, on my lap”.

“What is this…”?

He has no time for your questions, without warning you’re pulled into his lap with his dick pressed against your clothed cunt, which is slid to the side with ease — His eyes bore into yours knowingly, you’re almost embarrassed by the stare he gives, ashamed of how wet you already were, your mouth falls open when he slides his cock up your slit, collecting the grool from your arousal. You feel a harsh slap to your thigh, squealing into his neck; He takes the distraction to fully sink into you, your moan gains you a new slap to your thigh, Spencer hisses out —

“No. Fucking. Reactions. This is a lesson, Bunny”.

Whispering a soft “Yeah…y-yeah”, you’re not sure what the Doctors' game is, you want to follow his instructions, to obey; He, intentionally, made that harder. Just when you thought you’d finally mastered a poker face, he’d unexpectedly thrust up, your face would contort, or you’d moan, squeal, whimper, he’d slap your thigh…You’d go again.

This time, however, you’re determined not to let him win. His hands are busy groping you beneath the shirt you wore, toying with you like you were nothing more than a sex doll for his entertainment; he’s quiet, calculating, and in your opinion? A raging asshole, all in the best way. He’s barely said a word, content with exploring your body in silence; You’d think. He quickly reminds you why he’s the smartest on the team, pumping into you wildly, a hand wrapped around your throat, eyes daring you to make a noise or show any reaction.

You’re thinking of it as holding your breath underwater or trying not to blink. It gets boring fast, the obedience does. You’re not obedient. You don’t want to be; letting go, you look the Doctor right in the eye, the room suddenly lively with the noise of skin slapping together, your moans, and the grunts and groans of Doctor Reid. A perfect cacophony of chaos that ends with you pinned underneath him, his hips thrusting into your inviting cunt even rougher, sweats dripping from his forehead, you know you’ve made him angrier, and that in itself is enough to get you closer to the brink of insanity.

“You don’t listen, Brat. It’s like you exist to piss me off”.

Clenched around his cock with a vice-like grip, you pull him into the warmth of your walls and trap him there, watching his eyebrows knit together, hips stuttering when he feels you, “Do I? Or is it just that you’re exactly like me? Getting all hot and bothered when you see me angry”.

Let’s toe the line, Reid’d been changing anyway, you decided you wanted to know just how much. Your eyes fight with his, neither daring to look away with heated glares, synced moans are the only thing to cut through the tension building in the room like a misty sauna, it swirls around the two of you; entangled limbs and sweat. This felt right, this felt like it’d been needed, a mistake the universe was just starting to fix. Your lips clash, a battle of dominance ensues; The aggression radiating off of Spencer is pure and unadulterated.

Feral.

“You talk too much, Agent. It’s time to fix that. Suck”.

His thumb forces it’s way between your lips, feeling your orgasm approaching, your newest goal becomes the Doctor’s pleasure, entertainment. You put on your best performance, drool dribbling down to your chin suckling on the digit, you revel in the fantasies that come with, cunt clenching around him just thinking about choking on his dick, and not his thumb.

That’s what sends you over the edge, a red hot blinding edge. A strangled moan of his name is released, taking his thumb from your mouth he moves it to your clit, his pounding only becoming more brutal, passionate. He’s breathing hard, focused and determined and with the overstimulation, you cry harder.

There’s nothing more arousing than your cries of pleasure to Spencer Reid, he could listen to them on repeat, he could watch you fall apart on repeat. Oh, that excited him. Locked on his target, the pace he sets is quick but controlled, hips rolling into you smoothly, you can hear your cum mixing with his precum. It’s disgusting, filthy, and it’s all too much — You love it.

“You got one more for me, yeah? One more”.

With a hand wrapped around your throat, Spencer throws his head back, “O-one more”.

“C-cum with me, Spencer”.

The sound of his full name dripping from your lips…

You feel every rope of cum that pours into you, your moans once again meeting for one last duet.

It’s only after the crescendo that you realize the two of you’d been screaming each other's names. The moment calmer, you let out an unintentional giggle at the timing, watching Spencer unsheath himself from inside you; his cum drops down your thigh, the perfect time for a giggle-filled question, “D-did we both just”?

“Yes we did”. Reid lies beside you, his own laughter tripping him up.

“You know we still have so much to talk about, right”?

Pulling you into his arms, Reid presses a kiss to your forehead and smiles, reveling in the moment before he’d finally get up and get the two of you cleaned up.

“Yes, we do”.

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𓆰♡𓆪 Fatality’s Fic Bakery Masterlist; Criminal Minds Menu Updated 9•6•23 𓆰♥︎𓆪

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↳ Emily Prentiss.

coming soon!!

↳ Jennifer Jareau.

Priorities. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; none.

Synopsis; are you gonna keep running to her and leaving me a shell of my former self?

↳ Elle Greenaway.

What Love Does To The Psyche. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Stalker themes, home invasion, character death. Belle is Elle’s nickname from Y/n.

Synopsis; When Elle’s highschool sweetheart needs the teams help to remove a stalker from her life, Elle immediately remembers why she loved loves her.

What goes on in the dark. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y//n

warnings: hostage situation, mentions of violence, blood, and shot wounds. JJ is a profiler here. Liaison!Y/n, grief, mentions of suicide, gun violence, nothing too graphic.

synopsis: i’ll love you till the very end, amor.

↳ Joy Rossi.

Innocent Verdict. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; VOMIT, Talks of Abuse, Child Molestation, Rape, Our Corrupt Justice system that doesn’t protect black women, hotchner being a supportive dad figure, PTSD!reader (i have ptsd so i’m gonna write it how my attacks feel in my experience but everyone’s attacks won’t feel the same.), Adult adoption (Not common, but happens sometimes. this is what Aaron is to the reader, her father), yes Elle is in this. why? because in heavens bakery she never left 😍. Also- subtle hints of an age regression relationship between Joy and Reader(coping mechanism, nothing sexual ya nasties), reader has autism!

Synopsis; After an innocent verdict turns your life upside down, your wife is there to help you back up. Along with your Quantico family.

↳ Jordan Todd.

coming soon!!

↳ Kate Callahan.

coming soon!!

↳ Tara Lewis.

coming soon!!

↳ Penelope Garcia.

coming soon!!

↳ Ashley Seaver.

coming soon!!

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↳ Aaron Hotchner.

The Baby Question. (☦︎︎ - ☾ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; None.

Synopsis; #17 “Well- I guess I’d never really thought about but now that you say it aloud…Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to have kids with you”.

Tethered Together. (☦︎︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Past Life Themes, Mentions of Murder and Violence, and also HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Synopsis; A woman from Aaron’s past is back. Only, he’s sure he’s never met her a day in his life.

↳ Derek Morgan.

I Remember That Night I Just Might Rewind. (Ep 1.) (♫ - ☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎-ish) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warning; Presumed Death, Attempted Sexual Assault Mentions (Non-Graphic), Talk of Murder, PTSD!Reader.

Synopsis; Inspired by s7e1 “it takes a village”. You and Morgan were supposed to marry, after you’re “murdered” by an unsub he definitely doesn’t expect or know how to take it when you show up at Quantico…Alive.

↳ Final Ep; The Way It Used To Be. (♫ - ☀︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎)

Warnings; PTSD!Reader.

Synopsis; Getting back into the swing of things isn’t easy.

↳ Spencer Reid.

The Brain, Not The Heart. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings; Kidnap, Torture, Injury, Blood, Brief Mentions Of Sexual Assault, Maeve Supremacy (she and reid deserved better.)

Synopsis; Since Maeve’s death Reid has been closed off from love but when he met you? He saw a future he never thought was in the plans for him. When you’re kidnapped, the brain of the team is suddenly the most frazzled one there.

Nelson’s Sparrow (Gideon’s Song). (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎) x Black Fem!Y/n

Warnings: singer!reader, morgan’s sister!reader, tear jerker, grief, learning to deal with grief

Synopsis: Reid takes Gideon’s death hard and it puts an obvious strain on your relationship - one you didn’t know how to fix. Until you did.

Stolen Breaths. (☦︎︎ - ☹︎ - ☻︎ - ❦) x Black Fem!Y/n

warnings: abduction, incest talk, csa talk, sexual harassment, and then immediately after, slight cockwarming, aggressive!spencer, headstrong!reader, hatefucking, punisher!reid.

synopsis: you’re angry at spencer, he’s angry at you, but his newfound aggression yields unexpected reactions.

↳ Luke Alvez.

coming soon!!

↳ Matt Simmons.

coming soon!!

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Optional- you can pick your genre or i can freestyle and pick it myself.

↳ Race/Natianality.

Optional- POC ONLY!!! if you don’t put one down, i’ll do Black Fem!Reader automatically.

↳ Drabble Genre/Number.

Required- again genre is optional but i WILL need the genre and number of said drabble (ie; angst #12 w/ (blank) and Black Fem!Reader / Black Fem Assassin!Reader)

↳ Character.

Required- absolutely NOT optional, i WILL need to know who you want from what fandom.

↳ Synopsis.

Optional- you can either give me an idea of the plot you want (for drabbles as well) or i can freestyle.

↳ Gender.

Optional- ie; fem!reader, masc!reader, ftm!reader, gender neutral!reader, etc. if one isn’t given i’ll most likely use Black Fem!Reader.

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Optional- you can give me a career! (ie; black fem nurse!reader) or i can assign one myself.

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Optional- you can tell me what the reader and character’s relationship is (ie; platonic, fwb, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, etc)

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Fatality’s Multifandomed Fic Bakery Navi Menu 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ This is a multifandom blog, mostly Law and Order SVU and Criminal Minds but houses several fandoms listed in the masterlists above.

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𓆰♥︎𓆪 Fatality’s Fic Bakery Rules + Drabble Menu | Updated 8•24•23 𓆰♡︎𓆪

↳ ❦ Fatalitysficbakery requests guidelines menu ❦.

↳ ❦ Fatalitysficbakery navigation menu ❦.

↳ My name is Heaven. My pronouns are She/He/They. And I am 19. I’m a neurodivergent lesbian with Sickle Cell Anemia Type SS and OCD + anxiety/ptsd + more I won’t get into yet. So, please. Be patient with me. Sometimes I’m sick physically or mentally and need a little moment to myself without writing.

↳ This is a multifandom blog, mostly Law and Order SVU and Criminal Minds but houses several fandoms listed in the masterlists above.

↳ This blog is mostly catered to black women fans, if that bothers you. This blog is not the one for you, as it serves to give my black women a fanfic account catered to them rather than those never lacking representation.

↳ This is an LGBTQ+, non-religious, disability, POC, pro-choice safespace. If you are religious, you are welcome as long as your religion isn’t forced upon me or my readers. I will write for religion, but I am not religious, myself. This is also a disability safespace, as I disabled myself. pro-life people need not interact, along with racists, bigots, homophobes, transphobes, etc.

↳ I mainly do x Reader but i’ve opened home to ships and will make an entirely different masterlist when i start writing for them.

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↳ I don’t do names. One of my biggest rules to keep the story immersive for each and every reader is to never use a requesters name/nickname and to only call the character Y/n or nicknames I give them in story. But I feel it wouldn’t be fair to other readers if I gave the character whose supposed to be “them” a name.

↳ I do discuss hard topics in a lot of my stories such as, NonCon, Dubcon, etc. I won’t, however, go in depth into discussions about pedophilia and such in my stories if it’s outside the bedroom without explicit consent. If there’s noncon in my stories, it’s either a consensual scene between characters with safe words and the like, or a telling of a crime.

↳ For some SVU characters like Amaro and Kat, I refuse to do submissiveness for. I believe certain cast members to be strictly dom, some verse, and some just strictly sub. Right now my strictly dom characters of SVU are; Benson, Amaro, Kat, Hasim, and Rollins. There are characters who I’ll rarely write as subs like; Pippa, Alex, Casey, and Carisi. Everyone else is fair game.

↳ I dont write for certain characters of certain shows including; David Rossi from criminal minds, Nate Jacobs from Euphoria, Garland from SVU (still iffy about writing for Stabler, no smut for Odafin, and I’d only write wholesome elderly dad stuff for Cragen.)

↳ Rarely ever will I do non detective/agent au’s for SVU and Criminal Minds unless I feel it or it’s requested.

↳ Minors Do Not Interact ROMANTICALLY. my page is definitely not safe for minors, if you are a minor and you want to request something from my blog, you can NOT request anything with smut involved— neither smutty or full out. Feel free to request any other genres tho!

↳ I cannot stress this enough. I do not write smut for underage characters and that will never change. If you want anything with a minor character, it better be SFW or it’ll be rejected immediately.

↳ I do tend to dramatize my stories so my non requested works will almost always be either one, two, or a combined effort of the two— Angst and Fluff. Mostly Angsty/Fluff and also a lottt of Smut.

↳ I’m fine with making friends as long as I’m not sexualized or hit on. I am single, and even if I wasn’t it’d make me highly uncomfortable— I don’t disagree with joking banter, though. Like asking me to “marry you” is fine but actually being creepy and sexual issa no.

↳ No harassing, bullying, or hatred towards me or my readers will be tolerated. The second I see a hint of negativity, I’ll block you.

↳ Tell me what your character should be. I ONLY write black and poc people. Only. Example; Black FTM Firefighter!Reader or Latina NB!Reader.

↳ Be patient, Have fun! I do have a disability outside of writing and although I would love to push out post after post sometimes I’m sick and not able to or just need to rest. I will try my best to get your requests out in a timely manner. Thank you!

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↳ Starting off with 30 for each Genre and I’ll add on as I go on, and think of more.

↳ To request a drabble, here’s an example of what I need from you.

Ex; “#1 Angst with Blank” or “#2 Angst #10 fluff and #3 smut with Blank.” You can also say the # and genre and then tell me if there’s a special plot you want it to be based around.

↳ ☹︎ Angst.

↳ 1. “You walked before. Go now”.

↳ 2. “So…I wasn’t worth the attention until I was with someone else”?

↳ 3. “If our empty bedroom bothers you so much, maybe try actually sleeping in it one day, Blank”.

↳ 4. “You knew. But forgot to mention this so called unimportant tidbit to me? Wow…”

↳ 5. “I regret a lot I’ve done in the line of duty. But seeing that son of a bitch go down when the bullet passed through his chest? I’ll *never* regret that”.

↳ 6. “so is it meeting me that you regret so much or is it loving me? no, wait…it was proposing to me. you regret proposing to me? w…ow”.

↳ 7. “When did you plan to tell me about the fucking child you have with your ex”!?!?

↳ 8. “These walls are so thin you can hear anything, even the all too silent yet impossibly loud noise of us falling out of love with one another”.

↳ 9. “you only ever saw my sister didn’t you? how stupid was i..”

↳ 10. “You can’t honestly think I don’t see how desperately in love with them you are”!?

↳ 11. “If we’re going to get married, Blank. It’s going to be because both of us want to. Not because you feel you need to”.

↳ 12. “Rebounding again? Sorry…I’m far too tired to share my space tonight, Blank”.

↳ 13. “it’s okay, you don’t have to tell her. you don’t have to hide me. i hope she sees you, blank. really, i do. i’ve…i’ve gotta go, you understand”.

↳ 14. “you’re antsy, itching for a way out of this relationship once again. go on. i won’t beg you this time, blank. i won’t do it again”.

↳ 15. “the sad part of all this, blank? is that…i’m a fully married single parent. your kids barely know you. is that how you wanna live? a stranger…in your own family. pathetic”.

↳ 16. “you turned me down, you said no strings attached. don’t act like an asshole because i *actually* fucking listened to you”.

↳ 17. “you know what scares me most? whenever i get a call, i never know if the person on the other line will tell me you’ve passed on. i always hold my breath and wait…always hold my breath. to make sure you’re still here”.

↳ 18. “if you can’t handle my line of work, you can walk out of the door just as easily as you’ve come in. i warned you. *i* warned you, blank”.

↳ 19. “i told you i didn’t want you meeting them, and this? this is why”.

↳ 20. “the fans…they’re ruthless. a-am i strong enough to do this, blank? are…are we”?

↳ 21. “I imagined screaming, crying, in absolute sorrow the day i got this call. Why do i only feel emptiness now that that day is here? why can’t i cry…”?

↳ 22. “I’ll never be them, and I accept that. Why can’t you”?

↳ 23. “We’ll see mom/dad, soon. Just wait. We’ll visit them one last time at the pretty church, okay”?

↳ 24. “don’t shield me, blank. you meant what you said, no? loud and clear…”

↳ 25. “huh. now i know who *not* to open up to”.

↳ 26. “what? so it’s a problem now that i don’t wanna be your trophy wife playing barbie on the red carpet? that’s too bad, baby. i’m. not. going”.

↳ 27. “You remind me so much of your mother. Down to the freckles scattered on those chubby cheeks”.

↳ 28. “I get it. Your schedule is rough, but have you realized that mine is too”?

↳ 29. “We both work in the entertainment industry, there’s no way you’re trying to tell me I’ll never understand how hard it is for you when I’ve been TRYING to tell you I’m finally debuting soon. Is it that hard to remember to prioritize me”?

↳ 30. “You left me for dead? To comfort *her*? Huh. Okay. Get out. OUT”.

↳ 31. “You’re a strong person, Blank. I wish you’d have the faith in yourself that I have in you”.

↳ 32. “No, baby. Mommy and (Blank) were just talking. Let’s get you back to bed. (Blank) was just leaving.

↳ 33. “DON’T profile me, (blank). i’m not one of your unsubs”.

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↳ ☻︎ Fluff.

↳ 1. “Nuh unh, phone down. You’re all mines today, pretty thing”.

↳ 2. “Oh- I’m Muse B and you’re Muse A. I mean! I’m Muse A and you’re Muse B”!

↳ 3. “you snitched? you snitched on me to our daughter!? so much for united front…”

↳ 4. “shhh. i’ve been hiding the surprise from her all day but she’s your daughter and she’s stubborn as all hell, nearly broke me down not gonna lie”.

↳ 5. “Next time. I save you. Me entiendes”?

↳ 6. “Chin up, buttercup. Dad’ll be here any second, oh— See, what’d I tell ya”?

↳ 7. Lifting up their shirt a bit so you can pull them closer for a kiss.

↳ 8. Hands in their hair while they whisper sweet praises to you.

↳ 9. “No, baby. You’re too tiny for that, let me help”.

↳ 10. “I don’t care if you “squash” me, sit your ass on my lap and gimme my cuddles, woman”!

↳ 11. “D-did it hurt when Heaven fell? I mean- When you…Fuck. Anyways, I’m Blank and that was embarrassing. Let’s start over”?

↳ 12. Twirling you around outside while the snow falls around the two of you in the middle of the night at your new home.

↳ 13. Baking Gone Wrong.

↳ 14. “I think that’s enough milk, love”.

↳ 15. “If you drop our baby, I’ll strangle you”.

↳ 16. Prank War.

↳ 17. “Well- I guess I’d never really thought about but now that you say it aloud…Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to have kids with you”.

↳ 18. “Why is our child covered in flour and frosting”?

↳ 19. Pulling you into their lap while they game.

↳ 20. Stealing their clothes when it’s cold out.

↳ 21. “Yeah, I bet the person they married is very lucky. Very lucky indeed”.

↳ 22. “We’ve lived together less than one day and you’re already making it very hard to focus on anything work related. Isn’t there something you’d rather be doing”?

↳ 23. Stealing a kiss under the moonlight.

↳ 24. Drunk confession.

↳ 25. “Get packed. I’ll get the keys. We’re going on a road trip”.

↳ 26. Road-trip adventure with them.

↳ 27. Enemies to lovers.

↳ 28. Friends to lovers.

↳ 29. “That’s Mr/Mrs. Blank to you”.

↳ 30. “Do I need an excuse to stare at my beautiful lover”?

↳ 31. taking their shirt off and kissing them deeply.

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↳ ✞ Smut.

↳ 1. “Shh. Don’t wanna wake them do you, Bun”?

↳ 2. Wearing a skirt and sitting on their lap.

↳ 3. Wearing their shirt and sitting on their lap.

↳ 4. Wearing something revealing around them and friends.

↳ 5. Wearing nothing but thigh high socks and a hoodie around the house.

↳ 6. “You’re joking? God, you have to be. Your body is perfection. I adore these thick thighs and curvy hips— A little too much if I’m honest”.

↳ 7. “It’s okay, little lamb. No one needs to know. Just be quiet, Hmm”?

↳ 8. Pinning you against the mirror during (blank) practice.

↳ 9. Public teasing.

↳ 10. “Hey, you bent over in front of me. Not my fault the hand has a mind of its own”.

↳ 11. Accidentally grinding against them.

↳ 12. Play wrestling gone sexual.

↳ 13. Sitting on their lap during a bumpy car ride.

↳ 14. “Move your fucking hands, Doll. Or do I have to do that for you”?

↳ 15. “Running? After you begged pathetically and embarrassed me in front of friends being a needy desperate little pet? Get the fuck back here and take it”.

↳ 16. “I can feel your pussy/dick against my thigh, babydoll”.

↳ 17. “Isn’t this what you asked for? My spit down your throat”?

↳ 18. “Intimidated, little one? I’m sorry, baby. Do I scare you”?

↳ 19. “Your blood is otherworldly…I need you to push me off when it becomes too much. I don’t think I’ll be able to stop on my own, lovely”.

↳ 20. Fucking an insecure plus sized reader in front of a mirror.

↳ 21. Oral Overstimulation.

↳ 22. Cockwarming gone wrong.

↳ 23. “Look at that. Cumming, and I’ve not even touching you”.

↳ 25. “Nobody has ever made me cum. Other than myself, Of course”.

↳ 26. “Maybe I just need to rebound to get over them”.

↳ 27. “You thought that since you came with them you’d be leaving with them? Oh, baby. You’re mines”.

↳ 28. “She’s just jealous. You get all of me, Darling. And so much more— Something she’ll never have”.

↳ 29. Angry sex.

↳ 30. “Gonna…completely…ruin you…for anyone else…”

↳ 31. cold hands against warm skin.

↳ 32. “Awe look, Blank. They’re quivering.”

Feel free to use any of these if you want to! Please tag or credit me if you do, and I’ll regularly update the list as more pops into my head!

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↳ Your Local Fic Baker, Heaven ❥.

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