#tara lewis fanfiction

[foxy-eva]

In the Middle

Summary: Getting together with Emily and Tara feels like a dream come true for Reader

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Tara Lewis x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) Dom!Tara, threesome (F/F/F), praise kink, fingering, oral, use of a strap-on (Reader receiving)

Author's Note: This is pure filth and I have no excuses. Writing this made me 90% more gay. 

Word Count: 1.4k

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From the first time you had laid eyes on the perfect couple that was Emily Prentiss and Tara Lewis you couldn't stop your mind from wandering to thoughts far from pure. Even now with their bodies pressed against yours, it still felt unreal to lie between those two goddesses.

As Tara's lips dragged down your neck you were busy kissing Emily. Before you even knew what was happening, both women sat up on either side of you and began to undress. Unable to decide whose body you yearned to see first, you kept turning your head to glance over both of them. They were quick to shed all their layers, revealing their flawlessness to you. 

As you stared in awe, Tara began toying with the hem of your shirt. 

"She's wearing way too many clothes, don't you think, Emily?" She chuckled. 

"Yes, it's unacceptable," the raven-haired beauty agreed. 

With joined forces they pulled the clothes from your body. You moved with them until you lay completely bare in front of them. Heat rose to your cheeks as they unabashedly let their sight wander over you.

"Don't be so shy," Tara cooed once she sensed the state you were in. "You're stunning."

"So beautiful," Emily added. 

Their hands were on you a split second later and it became impossible to not completely indulge in the sensation of having them near. Your fingertips became curious as well, brushing over each woman at a time, trying to memorize everything about them. Their curves felt different under your touch but they were still so, so perfect.

With your confidence growing, you shifted your position to hover over Emily. After capturing her lips in a kiss, you began nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin of her neck. You couldn't help but let your core make contact with her thigh, finding the slightest relief in the pressure it provided. 

As your lips wandered down her body, Tara hungrily kissed her wife. From the corner of your eyes you saw Emily's hand sneaking between Tara's legs, a loud moan escaping her throat. You set up between Emily's legs to be able to watch this miracle happening right in front of you. 

You couldn't keep your eyes from where Emily's hand was moving between the taller woman's legs. Tara found her wife's breasts, caressing them with a tenderness that warmed your heart (and core). With widened eyes you let your sight roam over both of them before landing on Emily's glistening folds. 

You dared to let your fingertips drag through her silken skin, making her squirm at your touch. 

"I want to taste you," you confessed while licking your lips. 

You locked eyes with Emily and found her smirking at you. "It's all yours if you want."

That was all the encouragement you needed to lay down between her legs and start kissing her inner thighs. You took your time exploring Emily with your lips and tongue, relishing the heady taste of her essence. When the first whimper fell from her lips, you felt like you might go up in flames. 

When you dared to look up you noticed Tara starting to tremble as she buried her face into Emily's shoulder. Once she had caught her breath again, both women looked down at you, making the heat rise to your face once more. You wanted to close your eyes but managed to keep them open. 

Tara reached down to brush a strand of hair out of your face. 

"You're being so good for us, sweet girl," Tara praised you. "Look at how great you make my wife feel."

Emily was staring at you with pupils blown wide and a rosy shade spread over her cheeks. Her chest began heaving when you focussed on the bud of her core, bringing her pleasure with your tongue gliding over it. 

Emily found Tara's eyes and cooed, "She deserves to be taken care of, too."

"Yes, she does."

Tara gave Emily another kiss before leaving her side and moving down the bed until she was kneeling beside you. Her fingertips left a warm path as they danced along your spine, over the curve of your backside and between your legs. She smirked when she found you already dripping with desire. 

"So wet for us," she chuckled. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

The crudeness of her words shocked and excited you at the same time. With your mouth still occupied, you didn't even think about responding to her question. It had to be obvious to Tara that what she asked was exactly what you wanted. 

Tara, however, didn't appreciate you ignoring her question. She buried her fingernails into the supple flesh of your thigh and demanded, "Answer me."

You turned your head to find Tara's eyes, the lower half of your face already covered in her wife's arousal. 

With a slight tremble in your voice, you whimpered, "Yes, please."

To your surprise she got off the bed and walked over to the nightstand. When you saw what she took out from the drawer, your eyes widened. Both Emily and you watched intently as she put on a harness and attached a black silicone toy.

She looked so incredibly sinful with the new extension of her body. 

With one eyebrow raised she grinned at you, teasing, "Do you like what you see?" 

It took you a moment to find your words.

"Yes."

"I hope it's not too big for you?" She chuckled while coating the strap with lube. 

"No, it looks perfect," you muttered and added, "You look perfect."

"Awe you really are a sweet girl," she groaned. "Now back to where you were."

You really tried to keep pleasuring Emily while Tara positioned herself behind you and tilted your hips for better access. But it became incredibly difficult once she began pushing into you. When she had filled you completely, she gave you a moment to adjust before she started moving. You buried your face into Emily's thigh to moan into her skin while Tara pushed into you relentlessly. 

Emily reached out her hand to brush over your cheek, teasing, "What's the matter, sweetheart? Are you getting distracted?"

"I'm sorry," was all you could whimper. 

Tara suddenly slowed down her motions until she was barely moving at all. She still filled you out perfectly but it wasn't enough to grant you any relief. 

"Here, now you can focus back on Emily."

"Don't be mean to her, she's doing her best," Emily said. 

"No it's okay," you agreed with Tara. "I want to make you come first."

Tara gently squeezed your hips, praising, "That's my girl."

While Tara kept teasing you with the strap buried deep inside you, you let two of your fingers drag through Emily's folds before pushing into her. Her body welcomed the intrusion, letting you glide into her with ease. Your lips attached to her most sensitive spot while you steadily worked your hand against her center. 

Every few moments Tara would thrust into you hard just to see if you could be distracted again. But you were keen on guiding Emily into the sensation of pure bliss, no matter how much you ached for some relief as well. 

Right when you felt her walls clench around your fingers, Emily's body began to tremble. She rocked her hips against your face as she came down from her high. Not even a second after watching her wife come undone on your tongue, Tara began pushing into you with a torturous pace. Emily mumbled sweet nothings as she let her fingers wander through your hair but you were already too far gone to make out her words. 

Tara gripped your hips so hard you were sure you'd find her markings on your skin in the morning. You tried to keep pleasuring Emily but the need for air became too much with all those moans escaping your throat. You felt like you might burst if you didn't find release soon. 

Reaching your hand between your own legs, you let two of your fingers move over your bundle of nerves until you finally fell over the edge. All the tension left your body as you throbbed around Tara's strap. 

Almost in unison both Tara and Emily purred, "Good girl." 

You whined when Tara stepped away from you but Emily was quick to welcome you in her arms to make up for the loss. After cleaning up, Tara joined you in bed as well, cuddling up behind you. Both women held you closely, enveloping you in their warmth completely while you still couldn't believe how incredibly lucky you were.

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[cloudlessly-light]

I won’t stop getting butterflies (Tara/Emily one-shot)

A/N: This is a Tara/Emily fic, just a heads up! A gift for @sapphoe-sun since she deserves some lesbian porn and we both have a special place in our hearts for Tara/Emily

Title: I won’t stop getting butterflies Summary: Emily is always in control of everything, luckily for her Tara can take that control away from her with a single look. Word Count: 4,4k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, strap on, sex toys, oral, anal fingering, Top Tara Lewis, bottom Emily Prentiss, Dom/Sub

 Emily sighed as she closed the door to her office. It was one of those days, the kind of day when no one seemed to be on top of their shit and it was giving her a headache having to keep track of everything and everyone. She loved her job, most of the time she really did, but then came days like this, days where she had to fight for her team and decide everything for everyone else.

She had just told off another agent, the man young and inexperienced and probably didn’t deserve the firm tone of anger directed at him when he showed up at her door with the wrong files. It wasn’t his fault, she knew that, but it had been the last drop before her cup overflowed and she yelled at him, catching the attention of everyone in the bullpen in the process. She just barely caught Tara’s dark eyes narrowing at her before she shut the door firmly.

With a groan she sat down at her desk, head in her hands as she rubbed her temples. She had so much to do, so much to get ahead off and the growing pile of files stacked in front of her seemed overwhelming. Sometimes she really missed Aaron, he always made this job look easy.

The knock on her door isn’t unsurprising and she sits straighter in her seat, fingers gripping a pen to appear to be working.

“Come in.” She yells loud enough to be heard through the door and her girlfriend opens it softly.

“You got a minute?” She asks and to anybody else the question seems normal, but Emily catches the look in her eye, sees the way Tara stares her down, almost daring her to say no.

“Yeah.” She breathes and watches as the other woman closes the door but leaves the blinds open before walking towards her. Her perfume is comforting as she stands behind her chair, leaning over her shoulder, far enough that if someone were to walk by it would look like they were reading through the papers on her desk, but close enough for Emily to feel the heat of her body.

“Are you alright?” Tara asks as she looks over the usually organized desk, papers in disarray on the dark surface.

“Fine, just one of those days.” Emily closes her eyes when she feels warm fingers along her spine, trailing slowly up until Tara is gripping the back of her neck, not hard but with enough pressure to keep her head down.

“I think you’re feeling stressed, honey.” Her tone is silky rich, low in the way that always makes Emily shudder. Tara casts an eye towards the window, sees that no one is on the catwalk and she leans further down until she presses against Emily’s back, her lips close to her ear as she speaks. “I think you need to take the edge off.”

Emily nods, not trusting her voice and she feels Tara’s full lips turn into a smile against her jawline. Her hold on her neck tightens momentarily and she bites back a whimper.

“Speak.” Tara whispers and the demand causes the other woman to grip the edge of the desk in some semblance of control.

“Yes.” She breathes and Tara straightens some. She lets go of her neck and instead puts her hand on the backrest of Emily’s chair and the other lands on her desk, keeping her close as Emily turns slightly. Tara licks her bottom lip at the way Emily’s pupils are already blown wide, her lips parted as she tries to control her breathing.

“When you’re done for the day, you’re driving straight to my place, is that clear?”

“Crystal.” Emily nods, her mind that was previously frazzled now clouding over by lust. It always amazed her, how one look or touch from her girlfriend could make her like this.

“Good.” She smiled and stood up fully before walking towards the door. “Try not to ruin your underwear before then, okay?” Tara opens the door only a moment later but the blush on Emily’s cheeks is instant.

Tara locked eyes with JJ who gave her a look of concern, having caught Emily’s raised voice as well and she smiled at the blonde who immediately looked relieved. She glanced up at Emily through the window, always fascinated how Tara always seemed to center her best friend.

Their relationship wasn’t a secret, Emily and Tara falling in lust with each other from the start when they met in New York, then falling in love when Emily moved back to DC. It hadn’t been easy, navigating a relationship that they both thought would be a fling when she first came back to help out the team that turned into so much more.

Emily had never felt like this for another person, had never had someone make her feel as loved and safe and appreciated as Tara did and she made sure to give that back to her. It was a new kind of feeling, a freedom she hadn’t experienced before. Tara wasn’t only a support, she had become her safe place, the person she never thought she’d find but always had longed for.

Tara could read her unlike anybody else ever had, something that became clear the longer they were together. Emily had been shy about her wants and needs in the beginning, had felt that just like she was in charge at work, she needed to be in control at home. But then Tara came along and told her that it was okay to let go, and neither of them had looked back since.

 It was late when Emily was finally leaving the office. It was empty and quiet as she hurried towards the elevator, wanting nothing more than to be in the comfort of her girlfriend’s home. The drive was quicker than normal and when she finally let herself in with her spare key she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Baby?” She called as she kicked off her heels and placed her bag by the door.

“In the living room.” Came the reply and she was quick to make her way through Tara’s apartment. The sight she was met with caused her to groan. Tara was sitting on the couch, a dark purple slip the only thing on her body, two glasses of wine and take out on the table. Emily watched the dark skin revealed, long legs and soft curves making her brain short circuit the more she stared.

She walked towards the couch, kneeled on it and tried to reach for her girlfriend but was stopped by a hand pressing against her sternum.

“You don’t get to touch.” Tara told her, a glint in her eye when Emily pouted. “I know you haven’t eaten. So you’re going to eat, you’re going to drink this glass of wine, and if you’re really good, you get to do more than just look.”

“Tara…” She complained, her fingers itching to stroke over smooth skin as the other woman pushed her back carefully.

“You’re going to need energy for what I have planned for you tonight.” She pressed her lips against Emily’s swallowing up the low gasp with a satisfied hum before sitting back against the couch. Tara bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too big at the way Emily was so clearly struggling, her eyes fastened on her cleavage. “So eat.”

Emily gave it another few moments but in the end she reached for the food and sat the plate in her lap as she relaxed into the couch. She was starving, hadn’t realized how hungry she was until she took the first bite of the Thai food Tara had ordered.

Tara turned on the TV, letting the screen fill the apartment with sound as they sat comfortably together. She kept a watchful eye on her girlfriend, she hated these kinds of days, when Emily was stressed and tired not from a case but because of red tape and bureaucracy. She always forgot to eat, always forgot to take care of herself and Tara despised it.

The movie neither of them were paying much attention to continued to play when Tara got up to clear the table, the food eaten. When she came back she stood behind her girlfriend and her fingers rested on her shoulder. Emily turned to look up at her and she smiled at the way her face was already so much more relaxed.

“You feeing better, honey?”

“Much, thank you.” Emily smiled when Tara leaned over the back of the couch and kissed her, her tongue sweeping over her bottom lip for a moment before standing up again. She sucked in a breath when Tara’s hand moved from her shoulder to her jaw, guiding her to look back at the TV.

“See, this is why you should listen to me.” Tara heard the sharp intake of air as she pressed soft kisses along pale skin, her teeth sinking into her flesh over her pulse gently and then soothed the bite with her tongue. She kept her eyes on Emily who was already squirming from her proximity alone. “What do you want?”

“You.” Her reply was instant, her fingers gripping the couch to keep from reaching behind her.

“That’s not very informative.” She brushed her lips along Emily’s jaw, her hand moving to hold her throat gently. “Ask for what you want, like a good girl.”

“I want you, please let me touch you?” It’s barely a whine, her voice low and breathy and Tara feels the usual ache between her thighs at the way she gives in to her so easily. She loved that Emily let go like this for her, that she trusted her enough.

“Is that all you want? To touch me?” Her hand tightens just slightly, feeling Emily’s fluttering pulse against her fingertips and sees the way she shudders.

“I want you to fuck me.” She mumbles as her head falls back against the backrest, eyelids fluttering closed as she completely gives in to whatever trance Tara always manages to put her under.

“There you go, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” She lets go of her and stands back, a smirk on her face at the noise of dissatisfaction falls from Emily’s lips before she can stop it. “Go to the bedroom, undress and wait for me.”

It takes Emily a few seconds to gather her thoughts through the blur of arousal but when she finally does, Tara is watching her intently. Her dark eyes are heated as they roam over Emily’ body, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and she clenches her thighs together in a vain attempt to release some of the pressure between her legs. Tara never really needed many words to drive her crazy, this time being no exception and when she turned towards the bedroom on shaky legs she knew she was being watched the entire time.

Emily undressed and threw her clothes in the hamper without a second thought, laying back against the bed completely naked. Her nipples pebbled in the air, she caught the flush on her skin in the full length mirror beside the bed, she looked ruined and they hadn’t even done anything yet.

Tara walked in and smiled at the sight of her girlfriend sitting so prettily waiting for her.

“You were a pain today.” She started slowly as she went to the dresser and pulled out a few different toys, leaving them for Emily to see. “You lost your temper.” She rummaged through a drawer, pulled out the strap on and she heard Emily’s whimper. “We’ve talked about this haven’t we?”

“We have.” She agreed, her eyes fastened on the dildos that attached to the harness, all different sizes and colors.

“So why did you?” When Tara turned to her, her face was stern a look of determination making Emily flush harder.

“I-I don’t know.” She looked down, unable to meet the dark eyes looking back at her. She felt the bed dip before warm fingers grabbed her chin, forcing her face back up.

“Yes you do.” Her tone was almost patronizing and Emily whimpered, causing the other woman to smile. “I am going to fuck you…”

“Yes.” She breathed and Tara’s grip on her chin tightened at being interrupted.

“But not yet. Lay back.”

Emily couldn’t move fast enough, laying down and smiling when Tara joined her. She claimed Emily’s lips in a demanding kiss, her tongue prying her lips open as she kept her hand on her jaw, keeping her face where she wanted it. She ran her hand over Tara’s soft skin, over the silk that was still on her body. Her thigh pressed between her darker ones and she earned a low moan. She hadn’t been wearing underwear under the slip and Emily’s fingers tightened on her waist as she was met by wetness as Tara grinded against her thigh.

Tara broke the kiss when Emily’s touch became more frenzied, her fingers tugging on fabric and thigh pressing firmer against her wet center. She kneeled between Emily’s legs and she was quick to follow her up. Pale fingers ripped the silk of her, tearing the seams and Tara couldn’t help the breathless chuckle.

“Easy baby, we have all night.” She stroked a hand over Emily’s cheek and she leaned into the touch. “No need to be greedy.”

“I want to taste you, please. I need to taste you.” Emily’s eyes burned with want as she looked up at her girlfriend, her entire body vibrating with need. When Tara nodded she almost sobbed in relief as she let herself be pushed back onto the bed.

“If they could see you now huh, Chief Emily Prentiss, begging to be fucked, begging to be used.” She moves off the bed only to grab the strap on and a vibrator from the desk and placed them beside Emily on the bed.

“For later.” She explained even though she didn’t really need to. She saw the way Emily flushed as she looked at the dildo she had chosen, bigger than they’d normally use and Tara grinned. “You can take it.”

Emily isn’t so sure but the tone of voice doesn’t give much room for argument and instead she focuses on the way Tara is moving to straddle her face. She licks through her wet pussy almost instinctively but immediately stops at the sharp sting on her thigh were Tara slapped her.

“I told you not to be greedy, whore.” Tara twists a nipple hard between her fingers and Emily sucks in a sharp hiss. “You better not try that again, you wait for permission like always.” She feels Emily nod between her thighs, dark hair tickling the inside of her thighs.

Emily is trembling as she waits for Tara, her fingers digging into soft flesh as she grips her around the thighs. She knows that she’s making her wait longer, Emily consumed by Tara, the feel of her, the smell of her, the weight of her as she slowly relaxes over her face.

“Make me come.” Is all she says before Emily surges up the rest of the way, burying her face into her cunt. She dips her tongue into her, groans at the familiar taste of her girlfriend on her tongue as she pushes as deep inside of Tara as she can and feeling her grind down against her face.

Tara moans as Emily’s tongue and lips are everywhere, inside of her, sucking on her lips, licking over her clit. Her movements are fast and sure and she smiles in satisfaction at the way Emily desperately wants to please her.

“That’s so good, baby.” She encourages as she rolls her hips against her face. She leans forward and drags a finger through Emily’s soaked folds and she hears the muffled moan against her, the vibrations of it against her clit sending tingles up her spine.

Emily can feel Tara move above her but she doesn’t pay much attention, her sole focus on getting her off and she sucks over her clit. She licks over it and Tara buckles slightly in return, so she continues, her arms wrapping tighter around her thighs to keep her close. Then she hears it before she feels it, the vibrations of one of their toys and for a second she’s unsure what’s happening until the toy is suddenly pressed against her clit and Emily jumps in surprise.

“Make me come before this makes you come and you’ll be rewarded.” Tara says, loud enough for her to hear over the buzzing and her legs covering Emily’s ears. She nods and her mouth is on her with even more fervor, her warm tongue back on her clit in an instant.

Tara sighs, lets herself fall into the pleasure of Emily’s mouth for a moment before she presses the small vibrating bullet harder against her clit, rubbing the toy against her and she hears a high pitched, muffled moan against her center.

“Focus, slut.” She encourages when Emily’s tongue faulters, her thighs and abs twitching as Tara up’s the intensity of the vibrations.

She forces herself to focus through the pleasure of the toy and Tara, knows that she’s just as close to the edge as Emily is and that thought keeps her going. She sucks her clit harder, moves one hand to push two fingers inside of her and Tara groans at the sudden stretch. Emily feels the way her hips buckle more against her face, let’s her ride her face until she’s trembling from pleasure.

Tara bites back a loud moan as her orgasm builds by each thrust of Emily’s fingers, by each firm lick against her clit. She keeps the toy against her soaked folds, but as she gets closer to the edge she knows she’s losing focus. Then she feels Emily teeth, a gentle graze against her clit and it sends her crashing into an intense orgasm.

Emily smiles against her when Tara gives in, tries to keep her still with one arm as she continues to eat her girlfriend out like her life depended on it. When she starts to come down she lets go of her clit and removes her fingers, laps lazily at her until Tara is moving off her.

“I’ve trained you too well.” She says breathlessly and grabs Emily’s jaw hard before kissing her, tasting herself on her tongue and lips. “You did good.”

Emily smiles at the praise and then watches as Tara turns off the vibrating toy. She stays silent as the other woman secures the harness around her hips, her mouth going dry at the sight of it.

“Suck me.” Tara tells her and Emily quickly moves closer to her. “No no, on your knees.” The way the other woman gasps but gets on the floor without question makes Tara proud. She leans back on her hands as she sits on the edge of the bed, throws a pillow on the floor wordlessly and then watches as Emily’s lips wrap around the head of the toy.

Emily has never been a fan of the taste of silicone, but she loved the way Tara always responded to it. She looked up, half the toy in her mouth and the dark stare on her girlfriend’s face made her ache. Her eyes flickered to the bullet still in her hand and Tara grinned.

“You want it?” She held the toy up and Emily nodded.

“Please.” She gasped, saliva dripping from her bottom lip as she pulled of the dildo.

“If I give this to you, you’re keeping it there until you come with my cock down your throat.” Tara warned and Emily was sure she dripped into the pillow. She nodded and Tara turned the vibrations on, choosing the power for her.

Emily took it and carefully pressed it against her clit, moaning at the intensity of it. She looked back up at Tara as she took the dildo back in her mouth, sucking it deeper than before as she held the bullet against her clit with one hand.

“Look at you, sucking me off like the little slut we both know that you are.” Tara ran her fingers through silky black hair, gripping slightly at the strands. Her eyes were fastened on Emily’s split lips and teary eyes, sucking on something that could not feel it. “You look so pretty like this. You’re my slut aren’t you baby?”

“Yes.” She pulled off to gasp the word out, already close to coming as she rubbed the toy against her clit faster. She gagged when Tara thrust against her face, forcing more of the dildo down her throat and then she was coming, the orgasm ripping through her unexpectedly. She pulled back until the tip of the toy was still in her mouth, just barely able to remember to keep her mouth open as she shook through pleasure intense enough to make her sight whiten out.

“That’s my good girl, look how pretty you are coming with my cock in your mouth.” Tara mumbled as she watched the bliss on Emily’s face. She pulled back and watched as she slumped, leaning against the side of the bed to catch her breath.

“Baby.” Emily whimpered and Tara was quick to help her up on the bed. She snuggled into her girlfriend for a minute, catching her breath and relaxing into the afterglow of orgasm until Tara rolled her onto her back.

“I’m not done with you yet.” She kneeled between Emily’s legs, which spread for her. She let the heavy weight of the dildo land on her pelvis. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, I need you to fuck me.” Emily watched as the dildo, seemingly too big, was lubed up before Tara settled between her legs. She leaned back on her elbows, her head falling back at the initial stretch of the dildo, pleasure and pain mixing together as she felt every inch slowly push inside of her.

“Look at you, being split open so good for me.” Tara kept her eyes where the toy was nestled inside of her, wanted nothing more than to fuck her into the bed but gave her the time she needed to adjust. When Emily grinded down against it she looked up at her face and Emily nodded.

The moan that ripped from her throat when Tara pulled back, only to thrust heavily into her, was nothing short of guttural. It was heavy thrusts, bordering on painful but Emily loved it. Her hands gripped the sheets in her hands as she fell back on the bed, Tara quick to hover above her, her strong hips not stopping.

Tara sucked a nipple into her mouth, left marks over pale skin and moaned at the feeling of the base of the dildo pushing against her clit. It spurred her on, making her fuck into Emily faster and soon enough she was clinging to Tara, whimpers leaving parted lips.

“You want to come, is that why you’re making those pathetic little sounds?” She huffed, eyes locked onto Emily’s face.

“Please I’m close. Let me come, please.” She mumbled, fingers digging into Tara’s skin as every deep thrust pushed her closer to another orgasm.

“Not yet.” Tara pulled out and she whimpered in disappointment. “Turn around.”

Emily scrambled to her hands and knees and the dildo was back inside of her, one of Tara’s hand bruising on her hip. She looked back at her just in time to see suck two of her fingers and then felt one of her fingers rub over her other hole.

“Yes?” Tara asked even though Emily was already nodding. “You love it in any hole don’t you?” She mused and then pressed her thumb inside of the tight hole of her ass.

Emily fell onto her elbows, moving back against Tara with as much power as Tara was fucking her. The tension in her stomach was back, spreading like liquid fire and she clenched her teeth to keep from screaming out.

“I need to come, please let me come.” She begged and Tara squeezed her hip.

“Five…”

Emily whined as the pleasure built, her eyes screwing shut.

“Four…” Tara was panting, her muscles burning as she watched Emily tremble in an effort not to let go.

“Three…”

“Fuck!” Emily hit the bed with her fist, she was so close she could taste it.

“Two…” Tara pushed her thumb in deep inside her ass and the broken off sob coming from her girlfriend made her clit throb as it pushed against the dildo.

“One…”

Emily felt every muscle in her body burn, her ears trained on Tara’s smooth voice behind her.

“You can come.”

Emily was sure the neighbors could hear the scream she let out as star lined her vision as her orgasm rocked her entire body. She fell onto the bed, unable to stay up  and Tara moved with her, reaching around her to rub her clit and keeping her orgasm going as she continued to shake between the bed and Tara’s soft body.

“You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re so good baby.” Emily could barely hear her over the ringing in her ears, mind still spinning. Tara placed gentle kisses across her back and shoulder as she waited for Emily to come back down, not moving until Emily was nudging at her weakly.

She gave a low gasp when Tara pulled out of her and threw the harness and toys onto the floor to be dealt with later.

“You always know exactly what I need.” Emily whispered as she turned onto her back, opening her arms for Tara who happily laid against her. She kissed her, feeling Tara smile into it before they both collapsed onto the bed, the exhaustion hitting them.

“You’ll be limping tomorrow.” Tara said, her voice smug as she hid her face in the crook of Emily’s neck for a moment.

“Don’t get cocky.” Emily pinched her side and then grunted when Tara shifted until she was straddling her waist.

“Oh but baby, I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

☕️ CM Meet Cute Fics 📚

Hey friends! I want to start by saying thank you so much to everyone who participated - You are appreciated and the diversity only makes these events better.

Without further ado, here are all of the entries + recs for the Meet Cute Challenge! 🤗

@emberfrostlovesloki 's Masterlist of Entries: This lovely prolific writer has entered several fics, which include Hotch/Reader, Emily/Reader, and Spencer/Reader fics! Check out their page for even more!

P.S. At the end of this post, I included all my fics for this challenge!

SFW S.R./GN!Reader

Heart Language by @foxy-eva: Spencer has a crush on his doctor (and the feeling is mutual)

Warmth by @cecedownbad: A mystery man stumbled on to you, his gestures alone changing the dim scenery into a bright fantasy.

And in the Beginning... by @milla984: After spending a day at D.C.’s multifandom convention, Spencer spills his coffee on Reader.

(Not So) Stupid Things by @railingsofsorrow: Reader is a detective on a case the FBI is called to work on. While trying to make a good first impression, they forget that Spencer doesn't shake hands.

Frights & Fractures by @therealmsdelulu: Spencer accidentally gets hurt in a spooky attraction and Reader, a scare actor, breaks character to help.

Style Theory: Fashion student Reader meets their favorite scholar and teaches him a lesson in self-love.

SFW S.R./Fem!Reader

The Perfect Seat by @/foxy-eva: Reader's never liked crowded trains until a handsome stranger fell right into her lap.

Funny Thing Fate: Autistic!Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help.

Coffee Caramels by @007reid: Reader sits next to a stranger in the theater, but the two end up bonding when there's a technical glitch.

Every Single Day by @astrophileous: When his daughter demands to hear the story of how Spencer and Reader met, he must oblige.

War and Peace & Coffee by @drgenius-reid: Spencer meets a lovely stranger in a coffee shop where they read together.

NSFW S.R./Fem!Reader

In Full Bloom by @/foxy-eva: A random interaction between Spencer Reid and Reader leads to weeks of longing and yearning until they decide they have spent enough time being strangers

Get Lucky: It’s 3AM and a pipe burst in Reader’s apartment. She is soaked, angry, and forgot her wallet and phone. Her neighbor Spencer tries his best to make the night not terrible.

Elevator Pitch by @reiderwriter: Getting trapped in an elevator is never fun, but at least the attractive man sharing the metal box of death has an interesting idea about how to can pass the time.

And for my Next Trick... by @reidmotif: Reader and Spencer unknowingly match costumes at a Halloween party.

Assorted Fics (A.H., D.M., E.P., T.L., P.G.)

What a Ride by @alluring-andrayav: [SFW, Hotch/GN!Reader] Whilst on a bus ride to work, Reader gets knocked into a very handsome strangers lap.

Midnight by @foxy-eva: [NSFW, E.P./Fem!Reader] Emily is the most stunning woman Reader has ever seen, so she makes sure their night together doesn’t end anytime soon.

Falling for Me Already? by @alluring-andrayav: [SFW, Derek/Fem!Reader] It's Reader's first day of work, and her heel breaks. Thankfully, Derek is there to catch her.

Supervisory Special Agent by @alluring-andrayav: [SFW, Derek/Fem!Reader] Reader already met Derek, but neither of them realize it for a ridiculously long time because she has much bigger issues to worry about.

October by @gaelic-symphony: [SFW, Temily] The couple arrives in a couple's costume.

Adding It All Up by @masterwords: [SFW, Hotch/William LaMontagne Jr.] Hotch follows Reid and Jack into a haunted house. Inside he meets a ghost and stumbles right into some unexpected arms.

Collision by @codename-mom: [Gen Fic, Hotch & Penelope] A brand-new BAU is forming but there is still someone missing. The team masterpiece: a technical analyst.

Co-Creator NSFW Entries (S.R./Fem!Reader)

Devil in the Backseat: Reader is a little too much for Spencer (he’s into it).

Yellow Light: Everyone thinks Reader is dangerous. Probably because she’s Cat’s sister. But is that why Spencer likes her?

Big Bad Wolf (Part 1, Part 2): Spencer is overwhelmed by the apparent innocence of an elementary school teacher he meets on a case.

All Legs: Tall!Reader. Spencer meets a woman at an event and finds he really wants to be under her heels.

Co-Creator SFW Entries (S.R./Fem!Reader)

Serendipitous: Spencer’s pretty sure Penelope mixed up his blind date.

Dead Air: Professor Reid is hesitant to be a guest on his old student’s true crime video series, but is surprised to find it’s not so bad.

Porcelain: Autistic!Reader has a meltdown in the cafe. Luckily, there is a Dr. Reid nearby.

Baggage Claim: Autistic!Reader is having a hard time at the airport.

Mister Spencer: Reader has a crush on her child’s teacher.

Maddening One, My Goddess: Spencer has a one night stand… on February 13th. The next day, he is confronted with a familiar face on his pre-planned double date.

Studious Shadow: Reader’s crush won’t stop avoiding her at work and she thinks he might hate her.

Stranger Danger: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

Happy Reading!

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[strawbeerossi]

One Margarita

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Luke Alvez

Description: When a popular tiktok song makes its rounds around the BAU, the poor men of the BAU have to listen to the women belt it out constantly.

Content/Warnings: Pure fluff honestly, the whole team is silly, the girls have fun, suggestive dialogue, dramatics of Spencer Reid

Word Count: 0.8K

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Another post I’ve had locked away for a while! Sorry for not posting this last night as promised, I had entirely too much to drink last night lmao.

Tagging my two besties @daddy-dotcom and @rainaaaskyy

There were some songs that were just meant to be catchy, no matter how annoying they could be. The rise of catchy songs came with the likes of TikTok, especially when it is filled with people who get famous for dancing to the most random songs or it inspired artists get their work into the world.

Some songs were made for humor related purposes, which birthed some of the most catchy pieces of music that would have anyone driving the surrounding people insane. Case in point, Penelope came into work excited to show the girls of the office one song she found on the app. 

At first, they made fun of it and they all had their laughs, then the five of them put together a dance for themselves. That made the rest of the BAU endure the group acting like a group of teenagers who just had their favorite band release a new song that they needed to listen to until they got sick of it.

Spencer felt like he was going insane, Matt couldn’t help but laugh every time they broke out into their own song, Dave just thought they were insane but he found himself humming along with the girls, then there was Luke who thought it was the most amusing thing he’d ever seen. It was like Y/N would sing it everywhere and even if the song was one of the dumbest ones he heard, he’d admit that it was catchy.

That was why he’d belt it around their shared apartment, which would always result in the two getting into a laughing fit that left both of their stomachs hurting. He would even do his own improvised dances for each line of the song, which again, could have Y/N crying laughing. 

It was a slower paced day at the office, everyone getting caught up on the paperwork that they hadn’t gotten around to yet because they were caught in an endless loop of jumping from case to case. They had to work fast because evil never seemed to give them a fucking break.

So, it became bustling with everyone gathering up reports and getting ready to give them to Emily to have them finished and filed away. To nobody’s surprise, it wasn’t long until Tara was humming the familiar melody. 

“No. Please. I’m begging you..” Spencer groaned as he brought his hands up to cover his ears. “This is worse than prison. You know that? A million times worse.” They always appreciated the dramatics of Spencer Reid. “I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know, just stop torturing me.” He breathed out.

Luke was already laughing at the man’s actions. “You know they sing it because you have that reaction, right?” He asked, making Matt stop to lean against Luke’s desk. “He’s got a point, Reid. If you laugh about it, they will do it less.” 

Y/N was coming in from the kitchenette while shaking her head. “No such luck, boys.” She laughed as she was skipping to her desk. “I think you should embrace it, boy genius.” She had commented, ruffling his hair on her way to her desk with a smile. 

“I think you boys are just overly dramatic.” JJ piped in with her own opinion while heading over to her desk in order to finish the finishing touches on one of her reports. “No, we are not. That song drives me bonkers.” Spencer responded, his nose wrinkling as he was looking at the two men in front of him. “You’re telling me you like it?”

“It’s not so bad.” Luke responded while Y/N gestured to her boyfriend. “He sings it too! Don’t you, Alvez?” She smirked while lifting her coffee mug to her lips. “I do, yeah. It’s catchy!” Luke began to laugh as he put his hands up in self defense with a grin on his face. “We went out to dinner last night and I got a strawberry margarita and he started singing it!” Y/N emphasized while laughing at the memory of the previous night. 

“Make fun of me all you want but you weren’t opening your legs after that drink at all.” Luke bit back while chuckling as his girlfriend’s cheeks were red. 

“Give her one margarita and she’s going to bed.” He sang while the rest of the office was reduced to their own fits of laughter. “Face it, Cariña. Nobody is getting head or anything of the sort after you’ve had a sip of a margarita. You’re out of commission.”

Y/N was waving her boyfriend off while laughing. “You’re never getting head from me again, Alvez.” She teased while looking back at her paperwork. “You’ve ruined it for yourself!” She laughed at the male, who was putting his hand over his chest in a dramatic fashion. “That is the worst punishment ever! I’ll buy you a margarita after this as an apology.” He mused.

“Then I'll be happy while I'm going to bed.”

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[phantompoguefangirl]

GREEN LIGHT-SPENCER REID

'Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.'

'I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.'

'In my end is my beginning.'

T.S. Eliot

A/N: Based on the episodes Green Light and Red light and basically that whole section of Season 12. Fluff and ANGST. This is also on my wattpad SerpentBeauty1710 and will be on my AO3, MayaGillespieReid

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Y/N POV:

Nothing could have prepared me for any of this.

Not for the way my soul left my body when the words "Spencer is in jail in Mexico" came out of Emily's horrified mouth.

Not for the anxiety being stuck home waiting for answers when half the team went down to get him.

Not for the relief and yet underlying tornado of emotions when the beautiful, kind and innocent boy wonder, the love of my life, my sweet Spencer...walked into the BAU in handcuffs.

The frustration when my short legs and rapidly expanding belly wouldn't let me get to him faster. The pain when he couldn't hug me back, then the love and desperation I felt him return by nuzzling his face into my neck as best he could while his bound hands caressed my bump. The soft but urgent warmth of his lips as I reached up to kiss him. The brief touch of his forehead to mine and the whispered reassurances right before Emily led him back to the elevator.

The way I broke down sobbing when the judge denied bail.

And the agony of waiting, of knowing he was so close to home and not being able to hold him or keep him safe. And on top of that, the stress of not knowing if he would get out in time, if at all...

The team did their best to support me through it and took turns helping with Diana when they could, along with the caregiver Spencer and I had hired for her. We had decided to move into a house with a mother in law suite for Diana when Spencer brought her to live with us in DC. We'd agreed Diana would do better with her own space and it ended up being a really good thing we moved. The team helped me finish settling in. Garcia was all over decorating, Emily JJ  and Tara helped me organize everything, Derek and our new agent Luke handled any repairs and/or replacements that needed done and Rossi brought his delicious food regularly. Hotch had very recently gone into in witsec with Jack, but I knew he'd be here helping too if he could.

I smiled appreciatively at the thought of our friends as I struggled to roll out of bed and padded to the kitchen for breakfast. I was grabbing a croissant from the container when I felt a small pinch in my neck and everything went dark.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in what seemed to be a trunk. I was going to kick a tail light out or or scream or something but my hands and feet were tied up and there was duct tape over my mouth. It was cold, much more so probably due to the fact that I was only in a tank top and pajama shorts.

I didn't recognize my captors' voices but I tried to listen to the youngish girl and older man when they spoke. They mostly talked in low tones so it was difficult, but I heard them whisper Diana's name and something about the caregiver which caused my heart and stomach to constrict in terror. I wanted to scream at them to tell me where my mother in law was, but I knew it would probably do no good and I still had the tape on my mouth anyway.

What felt like days(but was probably only hours) passed and the only respite I had was when the man moved me to a different trunk and removed the tape before holding the phone to my ear. I recognized the phone number on the screen.

"Spencer?" I whimpered, shifting umcomfortably as the man held on to the ropes around me.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" He cried out desperately.

"Yeah we're okay, I think," I answered softly. "But Spencer, they have Mom. I don't know where, she's not with me but-"

The man shoved the tape back over my mouth and closed the trunk. I thought I heard Diana's scared voice right before he took the phone away, which was odd. I did hear a gunshot right outside a second later though, followed by a loud explosion, before the vehicle I was in roared to life and was suddenly in motion.

I tried to mentally document all of my surroundings, while simultaneously looking around for something to cut my bindings with, in order to keep myself from panicking. However, every so often the tightening feeling would return and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Spencer's soft voice in my mind reassured me and reminded me how amazing our team is, which helped to soothe me a little. That led me to distract myself with thoughts of my wonderful husband. Of every little thing about him that I was so in love with. Things like his ridiculously cute laugh, our shared fascination with books and learning, the way he loved so deeply with his entire heart, his gentle kindness, his relentless determination, etc. One of my favorite things was the expression on his face whenever he concentrated hard on anything or whenever he was deep in thought. The way his brow furrowed while he rested his chin on his folded hand, every so often running his thumb or knuckle across his bottom lip or sometimes against his chin. I'd never seen him do this so intensely until the day he figured out this special puzzle box I'd had made for him.

*FLASHBACK*

It took me a bit to think of a good way to tell him the news. I didn't want to just say the words or show him the test or something simple. I wanted it to be as special as he was to me. It was a conversation we'd had about Sherlock Holmes that finally gave me the idea. I created a little scavenger hunt for him, the last clue of which was a puzzle box for him to solve. He loved puzzles and riddles. The answer to open the box was a phrase that he would have to guess.

He figured out the clues to the hunt much faster than expected, but the puzzle box actually took him quite a while to figure out. He got so determined to crack it that he brought it to work, unbeknownst to me. I was shocked when I walked into the round table room(I'd stopped in the break room for some tea which we were sadly out of) and found him studying it, eyebrows furrowed very deeply, head on hand and thumb brushing against his lip while Garcia and Hotch were briefing us on a case. I tried not to stare at him, because let's be honest it was unbelievably hot when he looked like that, and silently hoped he would not crack the code till later. Of course I had no such luck. He was a genius after all.

"I'm pregnant? What? I'm not-" Spencer suddenly said out loud, causing us all to stop and look at him. He was silenced by the box unlocking as he finished turning the small knobs to the correct letters. He saw what was inside and his eyes grew to the size of bowling balls as he picked it up. His face snapped up to look at me and he jumped out of his seat at the same time. "YOU'RE PREGNANT?!"

Everyone gaped at us. I froze, having not even made it into a chair yet.

"I...um...yeah," I managed to get out after a moment.

Spencer's mouth dropped open and his eyes somehow softened while staying wide. His floppy brown curls made him look even more like a puppy as he reached for me and squeaked out the word "Really?"

My heart melted, every emotion flooding to the surface, as I stepped closer to him.

"Yeah really. We're gonna have a baby, Spence," I said softly, smiling tentatively.

A gasp escaped Spencer's lips as he pulled me into his arms and spun me around while everyone cheered. He set me down and kissed me passionately through happy tears before the team engulfed us in hugs.

"Congratulations, you two," Hotch said, revealing a rare, genuine smile.

"Tanta Felicità!" Rossi exclaimed in Italian as he kissed our cheeks.

"You guys! This is amazing!" JJ said, "You're gonna be great parents!"

Tara echoed this enthusiastically, affectionately wrapping her arms around us for a brief moment before backing up.

"Wow, I was totally kidding when I asked if you wanted little baby geniuses some day. I'm so glad I was right though. This is wonderful news!" Emily quipped, grinning.

"BABY GENIUS THERE IS GOING TO BE A BABY GENIUS OH MY GOD I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD!" Penelope all but screeched as she embraced us tightly, continuing to ramble. "Auntie Penelope is gonna spoil the heck out of this little one just like I do with Henry and Michael! I hope it's a girl but as long as he or she is healthy that's all that really matters."

"Way to go, Pretty Boy. I didn't know you had it in you!" Morgan joked once Garcia was done, clapping Spencer on the shoulder as we all giggled. "But I couldn't be happier for you both."

"Thanks man," Spencer chuckled, as he looked down at the object in his hands and teared up some more.

"What is it?" Morgan asked. Nobody had seemed to notice the object before but now they all zeroed in on it.

"A onesie?" JJ asked.

"It says 'Daddy's little Genius'...Daddy... I'm gonna be a dad...," Spencer murmured, smiling in that adorable way he does when he's emotional.

A chorus of awwwws filled the room followed by them scruffing Spencer's hair or clapping him on the shoulders again. I also received more hugs and a couple kisses on the head from Morgan and Rossi.

Hotch let us celebrate for a second, and celebrated with us, before drawing our attention back to the case at hand. Of course, Penelope told us we were having a real celebration when we got back and would not take no for an answer. And that's exactly what we did.

I hadn't meant for everyone to find out like that, but it ended up being the happiest moment in my life so far.

The memory faded as the tightening intensified. It felt like a weight pressing on me, like I wasn't going to be able to relax until I knew that Diana was safe. If anything happened to her, I wasn't sure what the hell I would do. She'd been doing so much better and she'd been absolutely over the moon upon learning she was going to be a grandmother. She'd nearly screamed out joyfully when we told her the news. She'd insisted that Spencer and I take turns reading to the baby every day and when Spencer was away, she took his place, picking up wherever he left off while I rested. Diana was genuinely wonderful and I was not violent by nature but I would go absolutely feral on anyone who hurt her, even in my current condition.

I tried to keep distracting myself with thoughts of Spencer and eventually began to doze off.

SPENCER POV:

I realized who the girl was as soon as she left the visiting room with my mother. I contacted the team as soon as possible to let them know, unable to keep from panicking.

Convincing them to believe me and the wait for news was excruciating but that was nothing compared to what I felt when Emily visited to update me on everything.

As soon as she walked in the room, I could see that something was very wrong, aside from Lindsey taking my mom. I think subconsciously I already knew what it was when I first saw Lindsey, but I couldn't bear to let myself even consider it.

"We found your caregiver dead in a house just a few houses down from yours. Ballistics came back and turns out Lindsey used her father's gun. We don't know whether it was to prove a point or something else, but the reasons are unimportant." Emily began, urging me to sit. I politely refused and she continued, "The point is that you were right, Reid. You were right and I didn't believe you. I'm so sorry."

"She's a daddy's girl. She can't help but use his gun," I mused out loud, going over the memories of her case in my mind.

"Good. That's good. That helps," Emily said, but there was something about her voice that alerted me.

I sat there across the table, shaking at this point, but I made myself look at her. "There's something else you're not telling me, isn't there?"

Emily looked down, hesitating for a second before answering.

"It's Y/N," she finally said, holding back tears,"Lindsey took her too."

My heart stopped. I heard Emily shout my name but couldn't focus on her at all. I couldn't think. I couldn't even pull oxygen into my lungs.

This was not happening.

This could not be happening.

Not my wife... not our baby...

I felt a hand on my arm. I shoved it off of me.

"You have to find them, Emily. Promise me you'll find my mom and Y/N." I begged, desperately.

"I promise you, Reid. We will find them," Emily assured me. "Right now you just have to find a way to isolate yourself."

I stormed toward the door and had the guard take me back to my cell.

I ended up having to make it look like Shaw stabbed me with a shiv to get put in solitary confinement. I couldn't handle anything else happening and I had to least try and stay safe on the off chance I got to get out and search for my wife and mom. Not that I had any hope that I would get out at this point in time, but I trusted my team with everything and I knew they would not rest till they found my family.

Sometime later, I found myself being brought out of isolation without any warning and I was terrified that Shaw had conjured up his own way to get to me. The guard left me in a room alone and I tried to remain calm, bracing myself for what was to come.

I was not prepared for my best friend to walk through the door.

"We're taking you home," JJ choked out as her eyes watered.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding as I pulled her into a tight hug. After a minute, she led me out the door and took me back to the BAU.

The sense of ease at seeing my work family again, especially the radiant embodiment of sunshine that was Penelope Garcia, was brief. It was soon overshadowed by unbridled rage when we discovered that Cat Adams was the true mastermind behind all of this.

She had Lindsey frame me for murder.

She had me put in prison.

She risked my sobriety by drugging me.

She had Lindsey kidnap my family.

Now, she was demanding to speak to me by using them as leverage.

Of course she wanted to play a game just like we did before when I arrested her, using my watch as the timer. She was angry that I'd outsmarted her so she wanted to break me. I was not about to let her have even a sliver of satisfaction.

She almost succeeded, however, when she revealed she was pregnant with my child.

Almost.

Apparently she'd told Lindsey to pretend to be Y/N after she dosed me with drugs so she could collect a sample from me down in Mexico. I knew it should not be possible, but I had been drugged and my memories of that day were still very hazy so I couldn't be sure.

"That's right, Y/N's not the only one carrying a baby protegé," Cat said in almost a sing song voice as I rushed out of the room. "I was thinking, if it's a boy, Spencie Junior. Or if it's a girl, Y/N. You know, since she played a part in her own conception."

JJ was waiting outside with Cat's file, hesitantly holding it up. I barely heard the words she said as I read it, then threw it against the wall once I saw the confirmation of pregnancy.

"Sorry," I said gently, upon noticing I had scared JJ. I ran my fingers through my hair. "I just...just need a minute."

JJ just nodded in understanding.

Some time later, the team discovered that Cat was lying about the child being mine and we eventually got her to call her cohort for proof of life.

My heart swelled when I heard the love of my life's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah we're okay, I think," she answered softly. Dread filled me at her next words. "But Spencer they have Mom. I don't know where, she's not with me but-

She'd conferenced in the call for my mom too and their voices made me hopeful for a second before both calls were cut off with explosions.

I forced the metal table out of my way before shoving Cat against the wall by her throat.

"I'm gonna kill you," I hissed, enraged once more. "I'm gonna kill you."

I kept repeating that until JJ pried me off of Cat, reminding me over and over that she was pregnant.

I stormed out again with JJ hot on my heels. I didn't have time to break down before the team told us that there was a call in about an amber alert Emily put out for Lindsey. Two vehicles at the scene were blown up but the only victim inside was male.

I felt bad for the man who was killed, but this meant there was hope again.

JJ and I talked some things through and pieced together what Cat really wanted me to say. While I told Cat what she wanted to hear, the team discovered the prison guard who had actually been the one to impregnate Cat and found two properties he owned.

I won the game by telling Cat that I could have done several different things to get out of the situation with Shaw and his men but I chose the one that would cause the most pain. In the process, Lindsey overheard us on Emily's tablet which had been connected to the visiting room cameras, realizing Cat betrayed her and therefore giving up.

As I was heading out, Cat piped up again. "How are you going to be a father now that you've proven you enjoyed hurting those men in prison? I mean, because once you've crossed that line, you can never go back."

In a split second I was on my knees in front of her, yanking my watch off of her wrist.

"Watch me," I retorted before walking out.

The team found my mom first and they let me see her briefly, then they took her to the hospital to make sure she was okay. We went to a secondary location we'd discovered which was where they were holding Y/N. I wasn't technically supposed to go because I was not reinstated yet but I couldn't think clearly enough to obey that rule when my girl and my unborn child were in danger.

Luckily, JJ was a parent and knew me too well so she had my back. Rossi also understood and had a helicopter standing by. We managed to make it there in time for the team to breech the house and I rushed in along side them without thinking.

That's when my whole life changed.

Y/N P.O.V.

My captors brought me to a house and left me in a room on the floor. I was alone for awhile and attempted to move to relieve the tight cramping sensation, which had gotten so much worse. I tried to conceal my pain from the man who was walking around the house setting stuff up and attaching rectangle shaped objects to the walls.

I was horrified when I saw that they were C4 charges. The resulting panic ran concurrent with another very intense tightening sensation, followed by what felt like a toilet flushing inside me and then a few minutes later, warm liquid spilled out between my legs.

All at once, the realization hit. The pains I'd been feeling all day were contractions and the liquid was my water breaking.

I was in labor. I had been kidnapped, was about to be blown up and I was in fucking labor.

I wasn't even due for another few weeks so this shouldn't be happening yet. I mean, I knew from the books Spencer and I read that babies rarely came on their actual due dates, but I was still incredibly frightened.

I wept quietly. Three or four more excruciating contractions ripped through me much more quickly before I was distracted by the doors being busted open.

I almost didn't even notice Tara knocking out the unsub or the others disarming the bombs because all I could focus on was the beautiful face of my sweet Spencer as he rushed over to me.

He hijacked Luke's pocket knife from his belt, swiftly slicing through the ropes before wrapping his arms around me.

"Spence," I sobbed hysterically into his shoulder.

"I'm here, love. It's okay," he murmured into my hair, kissing the side of my head.

"How are you here?" I asked, almost unable to conceive that he was really in front of me.

"I'll explain later. Right now we have to get you out of here," He answered, reaching to help me up.

"Wait, is Mom-" I started to say, but he was way ahead of me.

"Mom is fine, Emily and Luke got her back." he responded, relief in his voice.

"Oh, thank God. I-oh!" I grimaced, grabbing my belly.

"What's wrong?" Spencer asked, his face instantly distressed.

"The baby is coming," I managed to say through gritted teeth. "Like, right now."

"What?!"He nearly shouted. He located and motioned to the paramedics that had followed him in. "She's in labor. We need to get her to the hospital immediately!"

The EMTs rushed over to us.

"Ma'am how far apart are your contractions?" one of the paramedics asked as he opened his bag, applied a blood pressure cuff to my arm and took my vitals. Another EMT started setting up a stretcher for me.

I gripped my husband's bicep for dear life as I felt another contraction after a little bit. He winced in pain but he supported me through it.

"I don't know, but close enough to know we ain't making it to the hospital," I groaned, leaning against him once it passed.

"Damn it, you're right. That last one was 2 minutes and 48 seconds from the one you had when I got here. How are you in active labor so quickly? The books said the first child usually takes the longest and it could be hours if not days before the baby is born," Spencer rambled anxiously.

"Um, pretty sure I've been having contractions since they took us," I told him,"How long has it been since then?"

He gaped at me,"It's about 1:30am. It's been approximately 17 hours. God, I'm so sorry, Y/N. This is not how this was supposed to happen. It's 3 weeks early and you're under too much stress-"

"It's okay, Spence. We're okay," I reassured him, grabbing my belly as another pain shot through me. "Oohh nope we're not!"

Spencer looked so freaked out which was sort of scaring me.

The EMT seemed to notice and stopped what he was doing,"Hey, it's going to be okay, guys. Her vitals and everything look good and babies are delivered a few weeks premature all the time and are in perfect health. We'll take good care of you all, I promise."

It seemed to work. Spencer relaxed a little bit and switched into doctor mode, holding my hands.

"You're alright, just remember the birthing classes. Breathe with me like this, okay?" He instructed in a gentle voice, demonstrating what the lamaze teacher taught us. I did what he said as best as I could.

The team, who was still standing there awkwardly, left when Spencer and the paramedic started to remove my short bottoms and slid a large pad thing underneath me. JJ said they would meet us at the hospital since they needed to check on Diana anyway. At some point in the process Spencer slipped behind me, sitting with his legs on either side of me and his arms under mine, probably without thinking about it. We sat like this a lot in the classes and also at home because he'd read that sitting like this while carefully lifting my belly provided some much needed relief from it weighing down on me.

"Looks like you're fully dialated. It's time for you to push," the paramedic said, after he checked me. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"I need," I grunted, shifting back against Spencer, who as quick to assist,"I need to be up..."

"What?" the medic asked, confused.

"Statistically, it's much more beneficial and effective to give birth in an upright position such as squatting or kneeling on all fours," Spencer prattled off facts as he lifted me so I was sitting up against his chest. He kept his arms underneath mine and entwined our fingers so I could squeeze his hands whenever I needed to."In fact, up until the 1700's, women were even known to give birth standing up. It allows the pelvic bones to open up for the child to pass through more easily and gravity helps the process move faster."

The medic gave him the look everyone gives him when he spouts facts and I supressed a giggle.

"Are you a doctor?" he asked my husband, incredulously.

"I have 3 phD's so technically yes-oh owww,"Spencer's sentence was interrupted by me squeezing the life out of his hands as another one hit.

The medic gave him a 'wow' look and then focused on me again,"Okay, anyway I'm gonna have you push through this contraction. Are you ready?"

I nodded and inhaled deeply, pushing on his cue. He counted down and told me to stop. I exhaled harshly and rested for a second before I was told to do it again. We repeated this a few times, Spencer lovingly encouraging me through it. The medic also reassured me that I was doing great, even though I was exhausted and didn't feel like I was doing well.

Sooner than expected, a tiny wail filled the room, changing everything and stirring an indescribable feeling inside me.

"It's a girl!" The paramedic announced, cleaning her, wrapping her in the blue towel things they use and placing her in my arms.

"Oh my gosh" I gasped as I stroked her small head, in hysterical tears at this point. "Hello my little love...oh Spence, look at her..."

Spencer, gaping at her in awe, managed to speak, "H-hi princess, I'm your dad...wow you're so beautiful...you look just like your mommy."

He wasn't wrong. She had his round, hazel eyes, but most of her facial features and her hair color were the same as mine. I smiled warmly down at her through my tears.

I was going to throw back a smart remark but it was forgotten as more tightening and the need to push again overtook me. "Something else is coming out what the-?"

"It's probably the placenta needing to be delivered," Spencer said, without taking his eyes off of our daughter.

"I don't think so," The medic said, reaching his hands out as I instinctively pushed some more.

Just when I thought I could not exert myself anymore, whatever it was came out and the medic grinned, holding it up. "Does that look like a placenta to you, Doctor?"

Our eyes just about popped out of our heads at the sight of the tiny wriggling form.

Another baby??!!

"I-No but- that's impossible," Spencer stuttered, in shock. I mirrored his expression completely.

"You didn't know?" The medic looked confused as he grabbed another towel thing.

"No, the ultrasounds only showed one baby," I said, in disbelief.

"This is a surprise then!" the medic chuckled. "Well congratulations Mom and Dad, it's a boy!"

He placed the baby in my other arm and reminded Spencer, who was still completely astounded, to cut the umbilical cords.

"We have twins?" Spencer whispered increduously, staring at the two small bundles wiggling against my chest.

"We have twins," I repeated, gazing back and forth between my babies and my husband, dumbfounded, "I can't believe it."

The second baby looked exactly like his father. The same brown curls, the same nose, lips, eyes, everything. He was perfect. Both our children were. I'd never felt so much love and joy in my life and I could tell Spencer hadn't either.

"Hi, sweet boy, we were not expecting you, but we are so happy that you're here," I cooed at my son.

"Yes we are. We love you so much, little buddy," Spencer agreed, resting his head on my shoulder as he brushed the boy's cheek lightly with his thumb.

I turned my head to face him and he pressed his lips to mine, murmuring. "I love you and I'm so proud of you."

"I love you too," I murmured back, feeling the warm wetness on my cheeks return as I pressed my forehead to his.

"Congratulations, again. They're adorable," The medic said, warmly as he cleaned everything up.

"Thank you," We answered simultaneously, smiling widely.

When the EMT was done, Spencer moved out from behind me and took the babies so the medics could lift me onto the stretcher. They put a warm blanket over me and then Spencer handed me one of the babies, still wanting to hold one.

Once we got to the hospital, Spencer went with the nurses who took the babies to get checked out. I was taken by other nurses who set me up in a room and made sure I was okay. While he was gone I asked one of my nurses to bring Diana and our friends up to my room.

Diana was a little confused for a minute when she saw me, but luckily her son walked in with a rolling bassinet at just the right moment, parking it next to my bed.

"Spencer's here," I told her softly.

She looked up at him and after a second she rushed into his arms and he embraced her happily, crying.

"Hi, Mom," he murmured.

She pulled back and took his face into her hands. "Don't you ever leave me again."

"I won't," He told her, pulling her back in for a hug. "I love you."

She said it back and after a bit, he was the one to pull back.

"Mom, I have a surprise for you. For all of you, actually," He said, looking at our friends. He smiled as he handed me one baby and then picked up the other and turned to face the group.

Everyone gasped or looked at us wide eyed.

There was a chorus of attempted quiet reactions from the team while Diana moed closer to us, some recognition beginning to spark in her eyes. I could see Garcia using every ounce of her strength not to freak out and accidentally scare her.

"Am I a grandma?" She asked, tentativel.

"Yeah, you are," Spencer answered, warmly.

Diana looked back and forth between us, confused. "But I thought there was only one?"

Spencer chuckled, gesturing to the blue bundle in his arms. "Yeah, we thought so too, until this little guy showed up unannounced."

"He's shocking people just like his father already," She grinned, earning a light laugh from all of us. "Well, do they have names yet?"

"Well, we have a girl name since we knew we were having a daughter, but we are still trying to figure out a boy name since he was a surprise," I answered.

"What's the girl's name?" she asked, sitting on the bed next to me. Spencer sat on my other side.

"Say hello to Amelia Diana Reid," We told her happily as I shifted the pink blanket away from our daughter's face so she could see better.

She gasped again and looked back and forth between Spencer and I in shock once more before smiling and gently hugging us. Awwww's filled the room at the scene.

"The middle name obviously needs no explanation, but the meaning behind the first name is something we want to share. Neither of us had good fathers and I don't have a good mother. So Amelia is the closest thing we could think of as a kind of combination of Aaron and Emily, our work mom and dad,"I explained, smiling adoringly at Emily.

She came over and embraced us carefully. "Thank you. I wish Hotch were here. I think you two are the only ones beside Jack that can get him to smile, and this would definitely turn that stoic frown upside down."

We giggled and so did several of our team members.

I helped Diana hold Amelia for a little bit, and then our son in turn until she started to be less lucid and wanted to rest. Emily had arranged for her to sleep and be cared for in a room close by ours so she could be near us. JJ took her to that room with a nurse and the others left our room for a little while so I could feed the twins. We were burping and changing them when everyone came back.

As soon as she was able to, Penelope pretty much exploded, accidentally interrupting Spencer as he was trying to tell me something. "Oh my gosh TWINS? Two baby geniuses for the price of one! This is the best news ever and I am going to buy tons of stuff for baby boy since you're gonna need double the baby supplies and you only have girl stuff right now and I am going to love them and hug them and be there for them and teach them lots of cool things and-"

"Garcia, breathe," Rossi said, patting her on the back as we all giggled. He turned to us, "Congratulations, both of you."

"Oh they're so precious, guys!"JJ cooed, coming over for a closer look. She was very careful as she hugged us,"You know, anything you need, I'm here for you. Okay?"

"Yeah same, we got you," Luke agreed.

"Well done, Dr. and Mrs, Reid," Tara said in admiration.

"Thanks everyone," we responded happily.

"You did good, mama. The babies are beautiful," Morgan said, leaning down and kissing me on the head as he touched Amelia's hand with his pinky finger. He smiled over at Spencer, "You too, kid. Gideon would be proud of you, you know."

The look on Spencer's face brought me to tears. I'd only been on the team a short time before Gideon left, but I did get to briefly experience the kind, caring, brilliant man he was, who loved Spencer like his own son and knew him better than he knew himself. He even knew the second Spencer and I met that we were falling for each other because he would pair us up a lot and whenever we were together or he caught us looking at one another, he got a look on his face like he was seeing something we were not. He later told Spencer this in his letter and told him to hold on to me and to not let the job get in the way of us. He said to find solace in each other and remind each other of the good things in the world when we were bogged down by all the bad things we saw at work.

This was what finally gave Spencer the courage to ask me out and thank God for that because I was going out of my mind over him by that point and I was so close to just giving up entirely.

Suffice it to say, that man meant the whole world to Spencer and by extention, to me as well. His loss had been beyond devastating for us and I had since been looking for a way to honor his memory....

I looked at my husband, "Hey love, what were you saying before Garcia's outburst?"

"Hmm?" He mumbled, having been pulled out of whatever thought process he was in, "Oh, I was saying I have an idea for our son's name..."

"Oh? What is it?" I asked, curiously.

"I noticed that the medic who delivered the twins had a nametag that said Elliot and I really liked it because it makes me think of the author T.S. Eliot, but also because it reminds me of my friend Elle who used to work with us and who I miss very much. So I was thinking we could name him Elliot, if you're okay with it, of course," He whispered, rambling a bit excitedly.

I knew who Elle was. He and some of the others had talked about her a lot and she seemed like a good person who had just been through a lot. She was like an older sister to Spencer and the name was really cute and meaningful so I was sold.

"I love it...and I have a suggestion for his middle name," I told him, eagerly.

"What?" he asked.

"Gideon," I whispered back, tentatively.

He stared at me for a second with his huge puppy eyes, looking like he was about to cry. He nodded fervently, his eyes moving to his tiny carbon copy sleeping in his arms. He'd barely taken his eyes off the twins since they'd been born and watching him become so  enamored by them made me fall even more in love with him.

"Hey guys, we came up with a name for our son," He said out loud, grabbing everyone's attention as he lifted one of the baby's hands, waving it. "I'd like you all to meet Elliot Gideon Reid."

Tara and Luke only partially connected the dots, since they only knew stories of Gideon and Morgan had just mentioned him.

The rest of the team, however, got both names immediately and there was not a dry eye amongst them. More hugs happened and then everyone took their turns holding the twins and talking with us for awhile until they saw us having trouble staying awake. They handed the babies back and quietly made their way out, one by one.

We put the twins in their bassinet and Spencer curled up next to me while we stared at them.

"Welcome to the world, Amelia and Elliot," we whispered. "We love you."

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EPILOGUE(Spencer POV):

I was reinstated to the FBI, after some substantial time off to be with my wife and new babies, with mandatory sabbaticals every so often. I did my best to balance work and home, actually electing to stay behind with Garcia sometimes so I could be close to home. A few years later, we had another set of twins, this time both showing up on the sonograms. They were a boy and girl again, and we named them Lilliana Jennifer Reid and Theodore Morgan Reid(Lilly and Theo for short).

Then, another year and a half later, we got pregnant with our last child, a complete surprise since we were told we could not have any more. We named her Davina Penelope Reid, Davina being the closest female name to David(for Rossi).

After that, we were done and our family was complete. Of course, the team adored them and spoiled them rotten. We also realized not long after Amelia and Elliot were born that my mom would be much better cared for in a facility, which was very difficult for me to come to terms with. Fortunately, we found an amazing facility nearby. She's actually thriving there and she loves her grandbabies so much. We bring them to visit her or bring her home sometimes. She often reads to them or teaches them about literature and history the way she taught me.

Life is good. And I am thankful for every day with my gorgeous wife, my five wonderful children, my awesome friends and of course, my mother.

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[masterwords]

masterwords halloween party

Welcome to my Halloween party!

From October 1st - 31st, I'd like to challenge you to create something with October/Halloween vibes. Anything from a bucket full of sweet treats to roll around in to a total bloodbath. The catch?

It has to be Criminal Minds.

You can write fic (any ship, gen, self-insert, world-building, AU, meta, headcanons, crossovers...whatever you want to craft with words), create art or moodboards or playlists or whatever your heart desires. I want to keep it simple and easy to participate, just have fun.

If you're interested, read below the cut for a list of prompts you're welcome to use, details and a few simple rules!

🎃 Tricks:

As if the case isn't grisly enough, now the hotel might be haunted.

Alternatively: The BAU is haunted

Anderson? There hasn't been an Anderson here in thirty years.

Childhood fear exposed

New fear unlocked

A near death experience acquaints a character with the Grim Reaper

Unsub AU

Back from the dead

Spooky campfire stories

Horror movie AU

Vampire AU

Zombie Apocalypse

The team plays with a Ouija board

"That isn't fake blood."

Power goes out during a thunderstorm

Someone's costume triggers Character A and Character B helps

The entire BAU ends up in a murder castle ala H.H. Holmes

🍭 Treats:

Taking the kids trick or treating

Office Halloween party

Pumpkin Patch/Corn Maze/Hay Ride

Cozy backyard bonfire

Haunted House/Carnival/County Fair/Spook Show date night

Characters make their relationship public with couples costumes

Operation: make Derek Morgan like Halloween

Character A is hurt/sick and has to skip Halloween. Character B brings Halloween to them.

Masquerade Ball

Character A surprises Character B with a sexy costume

The team is traveling on Halloween and makes the best of it

Scary movie night at Reid's place

Pumpkin carving contest

Doing yard work is unexpectedly fun when you have piles of leaves to jump into

Two people show up to a work party in the same costume

Character A relentlessly tries to scare Character B.

I have a bunch more prompts, so if you don't see something here but want something a little more specific you can send me an ask and I'll try to help you out. You do not have to use any of these to participate or ask permission to use them. Just take them or don't, totally up to you. I'd love to help you brainstorm so feel free to reach out! (You are welcome to combine these with Whumptober, Kinktober, etc. Double up! Triple! Quadruple!)

Please note: This is a challenge for you to do the creating, not a list of items to request of me. (I will be participating though.)

👻 Rules:

Must be Criminal Minds. Any character or ship, gen, self-insert, OC...whatever, but it has to be CM. This includes the main show, Suspect Behavior, Beyond Borders and Criminal Minds: Evolution.

Explicit sex/smut is allowed but you must be 18 or older. I will not add your fic to the masterlist or interact at all if there isn't clear indication that you are 18+.

Please warn/tag appropriately

No ship shaming, kink shaming, character hate etc please. This is a Halloween party, it's bound to get dark but let's not be mean!

Please tag me in your creation so I can add it to the masterlist and share it with everyone! (You can post here or send an AO3/other app link, up to you!)

Happy Haunting!

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #spencer reid #david rossi #emily prentiss #jj jareau #jason gideon #penelope garcia #tara lewis #matt simmons #luke alvez #kate callahan #alex blake #cmhalloween2023 #fanfiction #please i never tag this many characters in anything #bau team

[spencerreidswhore187]

Checkmate (The Final Part)

By @spencerreidswhore187 for @sackofpissandshit (who has been harassing me for this fic all week)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Spencer finds out that reader is not who he thought they were. (Lots of angst)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Unsub (g!n) Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

TW: Death, kidnapping, mentions of assault, blood, strong-ish language, mentions of suicide, mentions of self-harm, severing of a limb, fire.

A/N: Hi! Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged and followed Checkmate, it means the world to me. Sorry this has taken me a while to write, a fun fact about me is I currently have a kidney infection - my doctor told me this on the one year anniversary of my last kidney infection. Anyway, enjoy me, an extremely British person trying (and failing) to be American.

P.S. There is a Star Trek reference in this that killed me to write.

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It was a foolish thing to fall in love with hope. Hope was dangerous. Hope was irresistible. Hope would inevitably kill you. 

You had hoped you'd survive this but knew it was impossible; as you ran, you felt it die - that spark, your soul. There was no Y/N, not anymore. Only the Phantom Menace remained.

Y/N will not be able to save Spencer, but the Phantom Menace could. 

You hated that name (not that it mattered) you had no say in it. You were a ghost Ben had told you, a monster. You needed a name that mirrored that. 

You were like a shadow all those years ago. You disguised yourself in the dark, letting gloom envelop you. You felt safe when you became the ghost. 

It was like you did not exist. All your problems went away and you allowed yourself to be someone else - something else. You had scaled the coarse brick wall of a manor house dreaming of your future. When you silently slipped through the window, you thought about love. 

It was unbecoming to believe a person could ever fall in love with someone like you - a killer, the creature that lurked under children’s beds, haunting their nightmares. 

Still, your mind chased the foolish fantasy. 

Love was what let you dissociate. Love was what let you drag a blade along a stranger’s neck. And, when you returned like clockwork to the Ivylands without a drop of crimson blood on you, you would walk alone through the woods to the cabin by the lake.

You had been instructed to go there after every mission. 

Ben would stroke your hair, calling you beautiful and shower you with praise. Once upon a time, you thought that was what love was...you knew better now. Thanks to Spencer.

Spencer was your everything and you would not let yourself lose him. 

That meant killing the gentle thing you’d become. You wished it was harder than it was to do so. 

“Left,” you murmured, heading to the cabin was like listening to your old favourite song: it had been so long, yet, you still knew every single word.

You knew this is where Beth had taken Spencer; She hated that place. She wasn’t like you, Ben’s rare, kind words did not fill her with life - they made her sick, they made her angry. You used to wish you were more like her: she was confident and proud, not some kid who did whatever was asked of them. Still, Beth would wipe away your tear after every kill. “Never let him see you hurting,” she would make you promise “because even if Ben tells you he feels bad for what he did, I need you to know that deep down he has a sadistic smile knowing he broke you. Don’t let him break you, Mouse.” 

Ben never saw you cry, not until he killed Beth. He laughed at his pretty little murderer as tears streamed down your cheeks. You stopped feeling that day - you became numb. That is, until, him. 

Spencer made your heart start beating again. 

At last, you stopped running. The cabin was ancient, constructed of rotting moss-stained wood. You had no idea how after all this time, it was still standing. 

The porch groaned as you hesitantly approached the door; you gripped the brass handle and twisted it. Your hands were shaking. 

It was useless trying to be discrete. Beth knew you were coming, she likely knew you were already here.

The door screeched as it opened, though, you could barely hear it - your heart was pounding in your ears. 

Nothing prepared you for the sight of Dr Spencer Reid handcuffed, sitting crossed-legged on the floor, with Beth aiming a gun at him. 

Beth had a warm smile plastered on her face as you walked through the threshold, “Hello, Mouse.” 

You hated the nostalgia that stupid nickname made you feel. All the others had called you that behind your back, you used to pretend like you didn’t hear. You like it when Beth said it, though. 

It made you feel special.

Not anymore.

You raised your gun at her, “Let him go.” You kept your gaze focused on her, not allowing it to slip back to Spencer, who you could see watching you out of your peripheral.

Part of you was shocked that he didn’t grimace at your appearance; blood and mud coated your entire body. But Spencer wasn’t like that, it did not matter who you were or what you looked like, to him you would always be the most beautiful person in the world. Sometimes, when he held you under the covers of your bed, whispering sweet nothings, you would believe him. 

“Put the gun down, Y/N,” Beth ordered. She pushed it against Spencer’s temple. 

You could hear Spencer’s rapid breathing. You didn’t let it distract you. Instead, you took a step closer to them. 

Beth didn’t like that. “Don’t fucking test me, Mouse. I will kill him.”

“No,” your voice was confident, steady, even, the Phantom Menace was talking now, “you won’t.”

You cocked the gun and fired without hesitation. 

Beth’s wicked cackle flooded the room as you missed, shattering the window behind her.

Shards of glass scattered across the floor, distracting you. Your idiotic mistake allowed Beth to steal your gun. 

You focused on Spencer’s hazel eyes as she roughly pulled your hands behind your back. As you felt the cool metal of handcuffs around your wrists, you mouthed to Spencer: “It’s okay.” 

Beth grabbed your hair, using it to pull you to the floor. You didn’t even wince as you fell onto a pile of jagged glass, you watched Spencer rapidly search you for open wounds. 

You sat opposite him as Beth sat down at the dining room table. She raised her gun again. 

“I have some questions for the two of you,” she taunted. “You are both going to do whatever I say, correct?”

Neither of you answered. This angered Beth; she fired the pistol twice, a few metres from where you lay. “Correct?” She repeated.

Spencer replied instantly, “Yes.”

You refused to look at Beth, “yes,” you muttered.

“Wonderful,” she laughed, “Checkmate.”

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When the unknown number started calling, Penelope Garcia was already on the phone. 

“Pen, Penelope. I need you to calm down okay?” Emily tried to reassure her.

“I don’t - I can’t breathe. Oh my god Luke. Emily! Please, I don’t know what to do. First Spencer and now my newbie? I-”

“He’s alive, Penelope. Y/N didn’t kill him, she missed his heart. Luke is on his way to the hospital, and Rossi and I are on our way back to headquarters.”

“I don’t understand, Emily, you saw Y/N L/N try and stop the bleeding?” 

“Yes?”

“Then how do you they shot him?”

“No one else was with them and Spencer is gone. I can’t explain why they did it. We know they poisoned and then tried to save Reid, perhaps they have a saviour complex…what is that ringing?”

Garcia spun around in her chair, reaching for her work phone.

“Some unknown number keeps calling.”

Emily’s voice filtered through the mobile instantly, “answer it. Now,” she ordered.

“…you don’t think it’s-”

“I do.”

Penelope answered immediately, placing her other phone on her desk. 

“Is this Agent Penelope Garcia of the BAU?” Asked a distorted voice.

Penelope replied anxiously, “Speaking.”

“I have something you might like to see.” The call disconnected as a hyperlink came through on her computer. 

Rossi and Emily entered the room as soon as Garcia clicked on the link. 

“What on earth…” She gasped.

A live video appeared on the screen showing Y/N and Reid both handcuffed, sat on a wooden floor.  

“Someone tell JJ to look for a log cabin. Immediately.” Instructed Emily. 

“Dr Reid,” a voice from offscreen purred, “why don’t you go first? Tell your dear girlfriend about Meave.” 

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Meave. You recognised that name but for the life of you could not figure out why. 

“Ignore her,” you pleaded.

Beth scoffed, making a show of cocking the gun, “wrong answer. Try again.”

Spencer inhaled deeply. “Meave died because of me.”

“You can do better than that, Reid.”

“She, um, was my girlfriend. She was being stalked by this girl Diane Turner. It was a murder-suicide.” 

“Don’t forget to tell our Y/N when this was,” Beth taunted. 

“N-nearly four years ago.”

Right before he met you. The grave you realised. It all made so much sense. She was why Spencer was in the cemetery, Meave was who he was coming to see. 

You could tell Beth wanted to make you jealous but you felt nothing at all. Your heart broke a little for Spence, you could see why he lied about being a doctor. 

If Beth was irritated by your silence, you couldn’t tell. “Your turn Mouse!” She sang, “If you answer honestly then you can ask me a question.”

You closed your eyes briefly, already knowing what she was going to ask.

“Who’s August?” 

“No,” you whispered.

Her hand slapped your cheek with a powerful force. You weren’t surprised, Ben had taught you how to inflict pain oh so well. 

“Who. Is. August.” She repeated. 

You corrected, “Was. Who was August.” You regretted ever telling Beth about them. 

You fidgeted against the restraints. “August was the first person I loved. They were kind and caring and I killed them anyway.” You turned your head towards Beth, “How did you survive?”

“Are you sure that’s what you want to ask? It’s such a boring question.” 

“Answer it then.” Beth rolled her eyes. 

“The fucking bastard missed my heart when he shot me. Just like I missed SSA Luke Alvez’s. Ben’s assistants through my body into an open grave and left me there, didn’t even bother to check my pulse,” she sniffed, “Your turn again, Reid. What was it that you purchased last week when you pretended to be sick to avoid going to work?”

Spencer turned slightly, staring right at you as he said it.

“An engagement ring.”

“Spence…” You breathed.

Beth was beaming. Spencer looked like he was going to throw up. 

“It was a really beautiful ring, Mouse, so simple, so plain. Just like you,” she teased. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

Beth kissed her teeth, “It’s not your turn, honey. Now, explain why you poisoned your precious boyfriend, or, better yet, pretended to be his wife when you called for an ambulance.” 

“I don’t know why,” you lied.

“Yes, you do!” Spencer couldn’t breathe. “It’s because you do whatever your master, Ben, tells you.” Shouted Beth.

“Then it’s a good thing you killed him,” you spat. 

You repeated your earlier question. “Why are you doing this.”

Making sure Beth was distracted, you slowly, discretely, reached for the jagged shard of glass on the left of your right hand. 

“It’s not fair,” she seethed, “I trusted you and you fell in love with one of them. You hated police officers, remember? They are the reasons we became monsters! If they hadn’t stopped looking for us, we never would have ended up here, in this house, in this cabin. If-if it wasn’t for them, my family would still be alive.” 

You grasped the glass shard tightly, blood trickling down your palm. 

“If my family has to be dead, then so does yours. There’s only one person you care about…him.” Beth gestured at him with the gun. 

“Last question before I kill you both-”

“Y/N,” Spencer edged towards you.

“Enough, pig. Do you love them?” Beth tapped the gun against his head. 

Spencer didn’t bother hiding the truth, if you were both going to die, he needed you to know. He looked into your eyes, Spencer would happily drown in the [your eye colour] of your eyes. “I love you,” He vowed. 

“Even now? She is a murderer, after all, the very thing you’re hired to destroy.” 

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.” He quoted. 

 Spencer must have read Kafka’s ‘Letters to Milena’ a thousand times since you met, every time he opened the cover of the novel, he was brought back to the day he met the love of his life. 

“You are poetry material, Spence; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.” Immediately you were engulfed by pain, you pressed the glass shard against the base of your pinky finger and pushed and pushed. You tried your hardest to keep your breathing steady when finally you severed the finger. 

You saw Spencer notice the blood pooling behind you. You subtly shook your head as he opened his mouth to protest. Angling your hand just right, you were able to agonisingly force your hand out of one of the cuffs. 

Beth slowly walked towards you, “Well wasn’t that romantic. Oh, wait, I mean pathetic.” 

Without hesitation, you tackled her to the ground, reaching for the gun in her hand. 

“Y/N!” You heard Spencer cry as Beth’s elbow collided with your chin. You were blinded by pain but that did not matter, you needed that weapon. You notice a small triangle of glass to your right, you reached for it and plunged it into Beth’s side. 

Beth screamed, immediately reaching to pull the glass out. This allowed you to capture the gun.

How the tables turn, you thought, as you pressed the barrel against her temple.

“Spencer,” you instructed slowly, “go.”

He stood up and took one step towards you, “Spence, please,” your voice cracked, “I need you to go.”

“I’m not going to leave you Y/N.” 

“Please, Spence.”

“Y/N-”

“I love you. Promise me you’ll run as fast as you can. Don’t turn back. I’ll be right behind you.” You both knew it was a lie. 

Beth squirmed in your grasp. 

“You’ll be right behind me?”

“Scout’s honour.” You did the Vulcan salute for good measure. 

You made sure to drink Spencer in one more time, he was so beautiful. You wished you could have told him more. 

Spencer turned back around one last time before leaving. 

“You lied.” Beth gave a cold, wet laugh - blood dribbled down her chin. “Neither of us is getting out of this alive.”

You stood up, brushing the dirt off you. Your hand was throbbing. “Did Ben seriously not remember you?”

Beth looked at you, face painted with confusion. 

“Power of hair dye, I guess.” You shrugged. 

Beth remained on the soiled ground as you walked towards the set of drawers. You rummaged through the mess till you found what you were looking for. Tentatively, you pulled one out of the box, dragging it along the side.

“You’re crazy,” Beth breathed. 

You held the match near your face, examining the orange flame. 

“Checkmate,” you mocked as you let go. 

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Spencer ran and ran and ran. If he stopped it became too real. He refused to believe it. He kept running through the woods until he collided with someone else. 

“Spencer!” Exclaimed JJ, pulling him in for a hug. Spencer rested his head on her shoulder, he couldn’t help the sobs that escaped him. “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay,” JJ soothed, rubbing his back. 

“I have to go back,” Spencer whispered into her shoulder. “I need to help them, they-”

“Spencer,” Tara said slowly, gently, “what do you mean?”

“Spencer pushed away from JJ and started explaining “They’re still…no. No. NO!”

He turned around and watch the melancholy smoke rise, dancing above the horizon. The amber flames taunted him, reaching for the stars in the distance. 

Spencer thought he knew heartbreak…it felt nothing like this. Pain didn’t do this feeling justice. He felt like he was dying. 

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It had been a week since you died; Spencer had only left the headquarters once. 

The team had tried to coax him away from the reports but it was to no avail. Something was wrong, he was sure of it. You couldn’t be dead. You couldn’t. 

Emily had shown Spencer the footage from the live stream with Beth in hopes it would give him closure, it just made it worst. He replayed the last five seconds of the clip again and again. 

There was something malicious, something cunning, about the way you stared at the camera as you dropped the match. 

It was like you knew it was there all along. 

“Reid…” Emily tried, but Spencer ignored her. She didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but you.

Your funeral was the day before. No one went but Spence. 

He had traced your name in the granite on your gravestone where Y/N Reid was engraved. He knew you hated your last name. He held his treasured copy of Letters to Milena and spoke for the first time in days: “If a million loved you, I am one of them, and if one loved you, it was me, and if no one loved you then know that I am dead.” He left the novel, along with his broken heart and shattered soul, at the grave. 

Spencer reached for the fire report once again. 

He had memorised every word but still, he would read it again and again until he found whatever it was Spencer was looking for. 

He ran a long, thin finger along the printed words.

Two bodies had been found in the ruins of the cabin. Both were too burnt to be identifiable, not that it could have been anyone else other than Beth Gallagher and Y/N L/N. One body had a deep cut on the left side of their stomach and the other was covered in shallow cuts. Other than that, no wounds. No wounds, Spencer repeated to himself, both bodies had all ten fingers and all ten toes. 

No..it couldn’t be possible.

But Spencer knew what he saw, the memory was tattooed on his brain. He watched you cut your finger off. 

You were alive.

A/N: Thank you for reading! This is the final part of the Checkmate series (sorry for the cliffhanger) I hope you enjoyed it. I did write an epilogue in addition to this part but I'm not sure whether I'm going to post it or not ◡̈

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Criminal Minds PRIDE Fic Challenge!

Here we go! First writing challenge ever and I'm even more excited about the theme. During June I ask fic writers to challenge themselves a little bit by writing a piece that is LGBTQ+ inclusive!!! Don't let the topic intimidate you; If you want to participate, but don't know where to start, there are prompts to help. All the fics will be collected in a Masterlist that will be avalible by July 1st.

Note: if you have accessibility issues with this post (or any of my posts!) let me know and I can send you the information in an accessible format.

Prompts and rules are under the cut!

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These prompts are only ideas to help get you started! You can write any LGBTQ+ centered fic you want! Feel free to modify any of the more specific prompts to your liking.

Prompts:

Character coming out to their friends/family/the team.

Character's found family is more supportive than biological family when they come out.

Characters go to a pride parade/festival/event!

Characters discuss queer coding in media.

Character(s) explains their new, queer relationship to a child.

Character 1's child comes out to them. They go to Character 2 to ask what they wish their parents would have done.

Character 1 is having an identity crisis (gender or sexuality). They go to Character 2 for help.

Character 1 is confident about their identity. Character 2 isn't, so they ask for some advice.

Character 1 takes Character 2 to a gay bar for the first time to act as their wingman/wingwoman/wingperson.

Character 1 is unsure if they're attracted to or envious of Character 2's confidence in their identity.

Character has been dating Morgan, but realizes they're not attracted to men. He isn't sure how he ended up in this situation twice, but it's the perfect opportunity for him to play matchmaker for his ex girlfriends.

Character comes out to the team (or it's just pride month) and Penelope goes a bit overboard with decorations.

For the writers who are intimidated by this topic or unsure if they can write it: write something with GN!reader. It's less intimidating than you think, and it can make someone's day to be able to read a fic they might otherwise not relate to!

Bi and Pan Prompts:

Character 1 has always thought they were straight, but they realize their feelings for their best friend, Character 2, are more than platonic.

Character 1 is in a straight passing relationship and worries about the visibility of their queer identity. Their partner is incredibly supportive in helping them express themselves.

(NSFW) What does Emily really do during a sin to win weekend?

Trans and Nonbinary Prompts:

Character 1 gives Character 2 a gender affirming haircut.

Hotch teaches Character how to shave.

JJ teaches Character how to do make up.

Character finds themselves needing gender affirming clothes. Rossi makes sure they have the best of the best.

(NSFW) Character 1 gifts Character 2 gender affirming lingerie and it gives them quite the confidence boost.

Aro and Ace Prompts:

Character 1 keeps trying to set up Character 2 with people/telling them to find someone to help ease their stress. Character 2 has had enough of it.

Character has a monthly spike in libido and it makes them question their identity. Spencer tries to help with a ramble about science (NSFW add on: and a few other ways).

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Rules:

The fic can reader insert, OC, character x character, general fic, etc. as long as the character(s) is from Criminal Minds (yes, even the ones I don't write for).

Fics can be any genre and can be platonic or romantic in nature... and yes, this includes smut (I know, I know my brand is ruined. Oh well). You must be 18+ if you are going to submit smut. You all know I love platonic fics very much if not more!

You can write something new or dig up something you've already written! I'm also happy to add on fics that are sent to me after the masterlist is posted.

Tag me in your fic or message me the link. Please list the ship, content warnings, and have a 1-2 sentence summary of your piece! If you have multiple pieces, you can submit a mini masterlist.

Be kind and respectful! Reach out to me if you have any concerns. This blog is a safe space!

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Thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins for the support and for sending some of the prompts from discord! (and telling me it's safe to tag @foxy-eva for this too)

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[blackbird-brewster]

Between You & Me on AO3

JJ returned to the BAU after having her second child, seemingly having perfected the art of hiding how unhappy she is in her marriage from everyone on the team, well, everyone except Tara. The newest agent of the BAU takes interest in JJ, offering to be her confidant, and the two become fast friends. What neither of them expected was to fall in love in the process.

Quotes From the fanfic, lyrics listed below the cut

Between You and Me - Betty Who

Body - Syd

Love You For a Long Time - Maggie Rogers

Playlist on Spotify: Between You and Me

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[forhappysake]

CHAMPIONSHIP ROUND

Here it is, the championship round of CM character eliminations! The final bracket will be posted tomorrow evening. Make sure to vote for your favorite character!🥳

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[foxy-eva]

Soft & Sweet

Summary: A confession between JJ and Tara leads to a night full of soft and sweet moments

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Tara Lewis

Category: Fluff, Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) drinking alcohol (responsibly), separation mention (Will & JJ), JJ struggles with her sexuality, implied homophobia, coming-out, kissing, fingering, oral

Author's Note: I wrote this for the Pride Writing Challenge hosted by @the-guilty-writer ! Happy Pride! I love women.

Word Count: 2.6k

Masterlist

Girl's night with the BAU ladies was a very important tradition for JJ. They could all forget about their professional demeanor for at least a couple of hours and show one another a softer side. Moments of light-hearted laughter and gossip seemed so rare in their line of work.

To her surprise, JJ didn't find all of her friends' familiar faces when she entered Tara's living room. Once she learned that Emily and Penelope had to cancel at the last second, her heartbeat got much louder than she'd expected. 

"Guess it's just gonna be the two of us tonight," Tara told JJ while pouring her a glass of her favorite white wine. 

Little did Tara know how much the prospect of being alone with her both excited and terrified JJ tremendously. As they both sat down on the couch, it became even harder for the blonde woman to relax. 

Tara noticed that, too. She brushed it off as some initial awkwardness between friends who had only ever hung out with each other when other people were present. It was the first time the two of them were alone with one another outside of work.

Tara pointed at the glass in JJ's hand and chuckled, "You better take a sip of that, you seem awfully tense tonight."

"Sorry," JJ apologized. "I just have a lot on my mind." 

Tara's facial features softened at her friend's words. She knew how hard leaving a marriage could be but she couldn't even begin to imagine how much more difficult that was when children were involved. 

"Are the boys with Will tonight?" 

JJ nodded, a shy smile visible on her face when she said, "They'll probably play video games all night."

Tara then asked the question her friend usually dreaded, "How are you holding up?" 

To her own surprise, JJ didn't need to lie when she answered, "I'm alright."

Those past few months had been complicated and difficult but slowly JJ was settling into her new life without Will as her partner. 

"Apparently Will started dating again and I'm actually happy for him."

"What about you?" Tara wanted to know. "An attractive woman like you surely gets asked out a lot."

A rosy shade spread over JJ's cheeks at the compliment. She thought about it for a moment but quickly realized that no man had caught her attention in a while. She struggled to be honest with herself but there was no denying how much she longed for something – someone – else. 

Shaking her head, she snickered, "I don't really feel like going out with men right now." 

Secretly she hoped that Tara would catch onto how that sentence was worded but she just joined JJ in her laughter and said, "You deserve a little break. Enjoy life as a single woman!" 

It wasn't the first time JJ had managed to control herself enough to deceive the best profilers in the country but this time she really hoped that Tara would see right through her. She didn't, though. 

There was a lot of gossip shared between the two women as the night went on. JJ managed to lock her feelings away for just a little while longer. However, each time she brought her glass to her lips she couldn't help but think about how much she yearned to feel Tara's skin against them instead.

She was far from being drunk after the first glass of wine was empty but she still felt intoxicated by Tara's presence. JJ wondered how often she'd have to drop her sight to the other woman's lips until she would catch onto it. 

After placing her glass on the coffee table JJ realized that just looking at Tara wouldn't be enough anymore. She felt like her heart might burst any moment now if she didn't bring to action what she had been so desperate to do for weeks. In a moment of comfortable silence between the two of them, JJ leaned closer to Tara and whispered her name. 

Right before their lips could touch, JJ felt a light pressure against her shoulders. Tara's palms were gentle but firm at the same time, pushing her away and denying her the sweetness JJ longed for. 

"JJ–," Tara whispered but was quickly interrupted.

"Sorry!" The blonde woman said as she leaned back again, leaving more distance between them than necessary. "It's just… you look so beautiful and your lips look so soft and…"

Tara reached out her hand to touch JJ's arm in an attempt to soothe her. It didn't work. 

"It's okay, don't worry about it," Tara told her. "I really like you, JJ. It's just that I have learned the hard way that it's not a good idea to hook up with straight girls."

JJ's chest felt heavier with each word being spoken. She got up from her place beside Tara to walk a few steps away, her eyes fixated on the floor as she tried to hinder the tears from spilling over her lashes. 

"I'm sorry," Tara softly spoke as she walked over to her. "I didn't mean to upset you."

JJ carefully thought about her words, restructuring sentences in her mind to make sure what she was about to say was the right thing. She already felt vulnerable, almost as if Tara was able to take a glance inside her chest to see how JJ's heart was beating just for her. 

"I come from a very small town in the middle of nowhere," JJ began, unable to lock eyes with Tara. "Traditions were very important and I still clearly remember how they used to talk about the people in the city. Dating boys was my only option, anything else was just a foreign concept that would definitely never apply to me."

She finally found Tara's eyes, who showed her the softest look she had ever seen. It encouraged JJ to keep going. 

"I was still so young when I got together with Will. I never really had a chance to explore this side of me, so I desperately tried to lock away. And even when my friendship with Emily got confusing all those years ago… I still couldn't admit the truth about myself." 

She took several deep breaths until a timid smile appeared on her face. She realized how safe she felt in that moment. She knew that Tara was the right person to trust with what she would say next. 

"Now that Will and I are separated I finally want to accept and explore… my queer side," she admitted and reached out to find Tara's hand. "And I'm sorry about before but… you're just so beautiful, Tara." 

Tara knew that they didn't need to have all the answers tonight when she stepped closer to JJ until hardly any distance could be found between the two of them. Her fingertips made contact with JJ's cheek and she almost got lost in the ocean that were her eyes. 

It felt like it was the first time Tara truly saw JJ. There was no more need to hide anything from one another as they stared at each other with open chests and hearts longing to find their counterpart. There was no need for words to be spoken for them to hear each other anyway. 

I have wanted this for so long. 

I have wanted you for so long. 

When Tara leaned down no force in this world could have held back JJ from capturing her lips. She felt the taller woman smile into the kiss, even more so when JJ swung her arms around Tara's neck to keep her in place. The kiss was tender but wild at the same time, both women displayed a hunger for each they had rarely experienced before. 

Kissing Tara felt like tasting the first droplets of water after a lifelong drought. It was revitalizing and exhilarating for JJ to feel Tara’s lips move against her own. When Tara deepened the kiss there was no way for JJ to hold back the quiet sigh escaping her throat. 

While Tara still cupped JJ's face, the blonde woman's hands became curious, almost greedy. She let her fingertips wander over Tara's sides and hips, firmly gripping the fabric of her clothes in an attempt to hold herself upright when her knees suddenly became so, so weak. 

Without ever really breaking contact, they walked over to Tara's bedroom. It was then that JJ's brain caught up with what was happening. She pulled back to find comfort in the warmth of Tara's irises. She had already noticed JJ's hesitation.

"We can slow down," Tara offered. 

JJ shook her head. "No, I want this. I'm just a little nervous."

With a smug grin painted over her face, Tara purred, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

There was not a single doubt in JJ's mind that Tara would keep that promise. They took their time to help each other shed each piece of clothing until they stood in front of each other in only their underwear. 

Gently, Tara pushed her lover on the bed only to take a moment to let her eyes wander over her body. They lingered on the places that still held evidence of battles of the past and the miracle of bringing life into the world. Instinctively JJ tried to cover one particular scar on her stomach with her hand but Tara didn't allow that. 

She sat down beside her on the mattress to carefully remove her hand again. "You don't have to hide from me," Tara whispered. 

Tara's gentle fingertips traced the patch of calloused skin for a second before she lay down beside JJ. Their lips made contact once more and forgotten was any cruelness the past held for either of them. At least for tonight everything that mattered was showing each other how sweet and soft life could be. 

When JJ felt Tara's lips tracing along her neck, the first moan fell from her mouth. Her skin felt like it was on fire and could only be soothed by Tara's touch. She became eager to feel her against every inch of her body, hurriedly reaching behind her own back to open her bra and remove the fabric. 

Tara was in no mood to tease her, too mesmerizing was learning each of JJ's reactions to her touch. Once her breasts were revealed, Tara didn't waste any time to caress them. But licking and nipping on the sensitive skin of her chest quickly wasn't enough for her anymore. 

Tara was getting impatient to taste the honeyed wetness JJ had to offer between her thighs. She kissed down her stomach until she reached the seam of her panties. JJ became pliable under her touch and opened her legs to make room for her. 

Tara sat up between her legs and once again took a moment to admire the beauty of the woman lying before her. Her pupils almost swallowed the blue of her eyes and the rosy shade on her cheeks seemed to become darker by the second. When Tara's eyes wandered further down JJ's body, she noticed that her arousal had already soaked through the fabric of her panties.

JJ was yearning for her lover's touch, sure that she would combust if Tara waited just a second longer.

"Please…" JJ breathed to bring Tara back from her reverie.

"Sorry," Tara chuckled as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of the lacey fabric. "It's easy to get distracted when you look so pretty for me."

Once the piece of clothing was removed, Tara kissed along JJ's legs before finding her core. She was glistening with desire and looked so ready to be tasted. As she felt Tara's tongue collect the sweet evidence of desire that had gathered between her thighs, JJ's entire body began trembling. 

She dared to look down at the woman between her legs and almost lost her mind at the sight of Tara’s face buried against her center. Closing her eyes and leaning back was the safer option for now, JJ decided. Everything was already overwhelming, Tara's touch somehow being too much and not enough at the same time. 

"More," JJ whimpered and Tara understood. 

She found no resistance from JJ's body when she carefully let two of her fingers enter her. Just a few more moments passed until JJ finally found relief, the sounds of her ecstasy falling from her lips while her body pulsated around Tara's fingers. Tara helped her through her high before finding her place beside JJ once more. 

Tara kissed her lover’s cheek, certain that she had never seen JJ looking more beautiful than in that exact moment. That innocent gesture wasn't enough for either of them, their lips quickly finding each other once more. 

"You're still wearing too many clothes," JJ snickered as she reached around Tara's back to undo her bra. 

The remaining pieces of fabric were soon dropped to the floor, giving JJ unlimited access to Tara’s skin. Without ever breaking their kiss, JJ let her hands wander over Tara's body, eager to explore every curve and dip within reach. The softness she felt under her fingertips was not unlike the warm and fuzzy feeling filling her chest. 

When her hand descended further down Tara's body, JJ felt her pulling back from the kiss. 

"Do you not want this?" JJ softly asked. 

"No, I do want this. I just need you to know that you don't have to."

JJ smiled at Tara's words and breathed, "I know, but I really want to. I have thought about it for weeks." 

Tara couldn't help but open her legs for JJ at her words. JJ gladly accepted the offer, her hand finally making contact with Tara's heat. When JJ felt the wetness practically dripping from her core, she couldn't help but moan. 

She took her time exploring the silken skin, almost as if she was trying to memorize each of Tara's reactions to her touch. Her folds felt so delicate against JJ's fingertips, a sensation she wouldn't be able to forget anytime soon. When JJ focussed her attention on the little bud, Tara began singing her praise in the form of moans and sighs escaping her throat. 

Tara's palm made contact with JJ's hand, leading it towards her entrance. Timidly she let one finger glide into her, any hesitation quickly forgotten once she was certain that Tara was ready for their bodies to connect like this. Adding a second finger, JJ moved her hand against Tara's core, focussing on the feeling of being enveloped by her. 

Tara felt herself becoming greedy once more, unable to wait to experience JJ in the same way. Her hand made contact with JJ thigh while she purred, "I need to feel you."

JJ adjusted her position to make space for Tara's hand, gasping when she made contact with her still sensitive folds. There was no time to be wasted when Tara let her fingers enter JJ's body. They worked their hands against each other's cores while fervently kissing one another. 

Each moan was caught by the other's lips, only ever separating when the need for air got too overwhelming. They felt as if they might melt into each other as they chased their sweet relief. Together they entered a state of pure bliss, Tara falling over the edge just a few moments before JJ fell apart for the second time that evening. 

They found their home inside each other's arms with heaving chests and mouths gasping for air. It was as if time stood still as long as they held each other close, the erratic drums inside the other’s chest impossible to ignore. With gentle fingertips JJ drew random shapes on Tara's skin, smiling to herself when they morphed into little hearts. 

And for the first time in what felt forever, JJ could finally indulge in the sweetness life had to offer. 

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[neuroprincess]

☆ CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST ☆

MAIN MASTERLIST | TAGLIST | open requests

♡ fluff | ☆ smut | ❀ angst

⤷ Alex Blake

Home ♡

⤷ Elle Greenaway

Hope ❀♡

Peanut ❀♡

My Good Girl ♡☆

⤷ Emily Prentiss

I'm proud of you ❀♡ genderqueer reader

⤷ Jennifer Jareau

Why do you hate me? ☆♡

⤷ Penelope Garcia

To be written...

⤷ Tara Lewis

To be written...

⤷ Headcanons

Alex Blake dating a single mom ♡

⤷ Preferences

How you met each other ♡

You meet again ♡

First Date + First Kiss ♡

They're jealous ♡

How They Cuddle ♡

⤷ Special | Fanfiction

Past, present and future (EP; f) ♡☆❀

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

🎀 CM KidFic Challenge 🧸

Hey everyone, I’m back with another monthly challenge! For the months of March AND April, I am formally challenging any willing writer to take a stab at writing fanfiction including children, babies, or pregnancy (biological, adoptive, animal, etc.) using their choice of Criminal Minds characters! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed! Please check out the Rules below the Keep Reading.

(**This is NOT a request list for me—this is a prompt list of other writers! Feel free to request from someone else, and be sure to let them know about the challenge!)

Prompts

Child says their first word(s)

Child becomes an older sibling

Character stands up for their child

The couple enjoys trying for a baby

Characters are fantastic platonic co-parents

Child is starting to act a lot like their parent(s)

The couple announces their pregnancy to everyone

The couple fosters a teenager preparing for college

The couple takes their child to college/their own place

The couple thinks they’re having twins… but it’s triplets

Character runs into their ex who has a child that looks just like them

The couple realizes how different things are the second, third, etc. time

Character needs reassurance about the fact they don’t enjoy being pregnant

Character finds that being around Child helps them heal their own inner child

The couple babysits together, which leads to a conversation about their future

Character struggles with the fact that their teenage kid has their first partner

Character is very attentive to their pregnant partner... almost irritatingly so

Character witnesses a quiet moment with their partner and their baby during a night feeding

Character, chronically single, asks their best friend if they’d be open to having a child with them

Child realizes that not every kid has two moms/two dads and they have a lot of questions about it

The couple takes Child to daycare for the first time but they can’t make themselves leave the parking lot

Child is having a hard time at school, so Character picks them up from school for a day of quality time together

Pregnancy cravings lead to a very dramatic late-night grocery store trip that makes Character fall more in love

Anything else you can imagine!

Childfree/Pregnancy-Free prompts below + Create your own!

Childfree/Pregnancy-Free Prompts

Character is the fun uncle/aunt

The couple adopts a pet together

Character gets to meet their partner’s (judgmental) pet

Character reveals that they don't want to have children and their partner's reaction surprises them

A child the BAU saved comes back years later to thank them and show what they’ve done with their life

The couple decides to give up on becoming parents and they learn how to have a fulfilled life without a child

Rules

The fic can be a Reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fic. It can feature any Criminal Minds character. AUs and crossovers are more than welcome.

Tag me in the fic, or send the link to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check.Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

The Masterlist of fics will be posted around May 1. If you finish after that, no problem - just send me the fic once you’re done and I’ll add it after-the-fact!

Feel free to message me if you want help developing a plot, have any questions, or just want to gush about your fic. I’m happy to help, and I’m happy you’re here ❤️

Happy Writing!

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[criminal-minds-girlie]

Just a quick update x

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

And I can do fem! , masc! or gn! Reader's + any character cannon's love autistic Spence too

I'm trying to venture out and do cannons too so I want to try and write fluffy ,smut And hurt i don't know how to writes hurt so tips would be so helpful my parings have changed a little

Hotch x reader

Derek x reader

Spencer x reader

Luke x reader

Emily x reader

JJ x reader

Tara x reader

Penelope x reader

Spencer x luke

And one shots or babbling about what you think about the BAU

I'm willing to try

Derek x hotch

Spencer x derek (never tried it before but have read it)

Elle x reader (never tried it before but have read it)

Elle x Spencer (never tried it before but have read it)

Ralvez fluff

Quiet attraction Pt.1

Quiet attraction Pt.2

Emily Prentiss

First Tattoo, Lasting Love

Aaron hotchner

Bratty behaviour

HIS need, HER desire

Hotch x Morgan (idk ship name)

Love and Apologies

Spencer Reid x reader

Safe with him

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[aperrywilliams]

It's happening, b*tches! BAU and SVU crossover!

Just because my mind can’t stop thinking about it, here is a sneak peek.

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Summary: The BAU is called to assist the NYPD in a case. You, now a BAU profiler, meet with your former teammates at Manhattan SVU, and some tense moments take place with Captain Olivia Benson, your older sister. Spencer helps you to understand why you feel so weird in a place that used to be your home.

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“How much time McGrath have been there?” Fin asks Rollins and Carisi, pointing to Olivia’s office. They could see their captain and chief arguing through the windows.

“Not much, but it seems pretty heated if you ask me,” Carisi comments, his frown deepening.

“The bosses really must be eating him alive for this case,” Rollins muses from her spot on her desk.

The three of them knew things could turn like this. They were stuck with a serial rapist that has been terrorizing the city, and who added the ‘murderer’ label to his record with the past two victims.

“Do you think the captain would contain the damage?” Carisi questions, looking at Fin. The man shrugs.

“I don’t know. But by now this is more politics than justice. So anything could happen.”

As a cue, McGrath storms from Olivia’s office, barely paying attention to the three pairs of eyes focused on him. After he disappears from the squad room, Olivia comes out of her office and joins the peanut gallery.

“How bad?” Rollins asks. Olivia sighs and purses her lips.

“Considering? I think that went well,” she declares, grabbing a cup and a pot from a shelf in the corner and pouring herself some coffee.

“But?” Fin adds, anticipating the potential bad news.

“It already looks bad for 1PP, so they need to be more ‘proactive’,” Olivia air-quotes, before sipping her newly served coffee. “They called the FBI to assist us.”

The three of them pull a face. They know that having the feds around, the job will be harder to do. Olivia recognizes those faces.

“I know what you are thinking, but is beyond me. At this point, they want to bring the whole Marines here so, for me, the feds don’t look the worst option now.”

“Captain, one question though. Who in the FBI would be interested in this kind of mess?” Carisi asks and Olivia hums before answering.

“Have you heard about the BAU?”

Fin jumps at the mention.

“Wait a minute. Did you say BAU? The (Y/N)’s BAU?”

Olivia nods.

“Yes. That BAU, indeed,” she replies and then sips her coffee again.

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Okay, for now, the SVU team has Fin, Rollins, Carisi and Olivia. Barba as ADA, as season 16, but here Benson is Captain already. The BAU team is the one in season 13, but I’m actively avoiding Rossi and JJ in the scene (fight me if you want).

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[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

No one:

Absolutely no one at all:

@itoldthestarsaboutyou: and they were each other's emergency contact

Me, sobbing in a corner: AND THEY WERE EACH OTHER'S EMERGENCY CONTACT 😭😭😭💗💗💗

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